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ashxketchum · 3 months

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MY DEPRESSION HAS BEEN CURED MY SKIN IS CLEAR MY CROPS ARE FLOURISHING ALL BECAUSE OF THIS ONE IMAGE THIS IS THE YEAR OF ADVENTURE PANDERING LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Let's break this down one by one ~

This is such a good Sora fit I don't even know how to explain how very much OG Sora this is, the pink tones of the overall sporty outfit perfectly capture all levels of her personality. To top it off she's sharing flower themed cream sandwiches with Piyomon AAAHHH the subtle reference okay merch team you can take a w. Not to mention Sora is perfectly matching with Taichi and the fruit in her sandwich is orange stoooopppp itttt!!!!!

TAICHI OMG who is dressing this boy because that's the most he's ever jocked as a 11 year old. The sweatshirt, cargo pants, matching wristband and the sense to put his goggles down, he is winning the sporty casual fashion show for sure. And of course him and Agumon are enjoying some chicken popcorn, love how they weren't even subtle with the packaging art we all know Japan's favourite fried chicken brand anyway 🤣

Yamato. YAMATO. Y A M A T O. You're 11 can you tone down the cool guy heartthrob behaviour for a minute because I am losing my mind THE DOGTAG CHAIN IM GONNA SCREEAAAMMM ACTUALLY I AM SCREAAAMING AAAAHHHHHHH. He looks so good, there is absolutely no wrong element in his entire outfit, everything is perfectly paired up, a fashionista is among us. The little thumbs up over the onigiri that Gabumon is offering him?? Is he telling Gabumon that he's okay with having one and Gabumon can have the rest because that's the sweet, protective, kind, caring baby he is at heart???🥹🥹🥹The blue and green gradient in the background tho?? Mimato math is mathing bestiesss 🤣

Takeru is just a lil guy, but such a perfect lil guy!!! I like how his outfit has the similar green shade as his anime outfit but they still chose to gave him a new beanie instead which doesn't really match the colour tone of the rest of the fit but it's Takeru so we know that he can pull any hat off and that's what he does!!! Him and Patamon sharing burgers, okay mood, but why is he looking so surprised? I need to know what happened, did he spill some sauce on his overalls? Was the burger too hot to bite? WHAT HAPPENED TAKERU????? 😢

Jou, I see you paired up the plaid pants with a nice long, muted, warm toned jacket BUT I SEE THAT PURPLE SHIRT POKING IN FROM INSIDE and excuse me sir but why that purple with the plaid 😭 I need to see a version where Jou isn't wearing the jacket so I can make an informed rating on this outfit but may I add that in the full merch pic he has paired this look with green and white sneakers...I cannot defend you I am sorry Jou, please try brown loafers next time 😭 But outfit aside, Jou eating a taiyaki with Gomamon is lowkey funny I just know that Gomamon cracked a Marching Fishes joke at least once.

Koushiro...I will not go into detail but I will say it's cute that you have a sweater with a little K on it, it's also very cute that there is a splash of orange in your outfit, who's attention are you vying for it isn't subtle at all bby boy and I am grateful you matched your shoes to your sweater even if the socks are definitely a choice and that blue with orange is also definitely another choice. Good to see your are making choices. I like that him and Tentomon are sharing dango, it's always nice to see Koushiro's fondness towards Japanese traditional snacks hinted at in some way.

MIMI. QUEEN. SLAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!! YOU NEVER EVER MISS MY SWEET BEAUTIFUL BABY GIRL. The pastel tones matched with the grey stockings for contrast, that beret and the fuzzy hem boots, you just know she shops at Takashimaya and Isetan and anything below it will just not do 👏🏻 Plus Sora and Mimi are wearing the same tones, which probably means that they pre-planned the outfits together, cuties!!! Also Crepe is such a Mimi™️ choice of dessert but I always get teary eyes when I see Palmon mimic Mimi's gestures, there is just so much love and admiration between them for each other, pure childish wonder 💚 And the crepe even has a cutesy character face on it, which kinda looks like Monzaemon, though I can't be sure but if it is then another win for a subtle reference. Not to mention both Yamato and Mimi look like they've dressed in a more cool and elegant style than the rest like they might be on their way to a date THE MIMAT MATH IS MATHING YALLL!!!

Hikari looks super cute, I think there isn't much official art of her in casual clothing for OG stuff so it's nice to see her in a more cutesy fit suited to her age. The hairband matching the cardigan is such a nice touch!! I can't recall any other casual outfit for OG design Hikari except the War Game and Memorial Party dress, so I think this would be the first time we see Hikari with a hairband and it just looks adorable. Of course she is sharing an ice cream with Tailmon, it's kinda their brand now but like Takeru she's making a surprised expression, perhaps she wasn't expecting Tailmon to offer her a bite of her ice cream?

To conclude, this is probably the best OG artwork we've gotten since Idk maybe the Rainy Day stationery series. This will be sold in advance at the Kamio Store booth at Anime Japan 2024. No other details were mentioned, but the event booth sale feels like a pre-sale before the goods become available more widely at other outlets, hopefully, at some stores that international fans have access too as well.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

Ayushi out.

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luvkuvi · 10 months

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i saw you asking for scenarios and Maybe a one where Scara and [name] goes in their monthly picnic and name couldn't prepare for it and make food bc they slept in bc they were studying and [name] gets guilty and stuff? HELP I CAN'T THINK IF ANYTHING GOOD

-💐

JSJSKSOSO no worries 💐 anon this sounds really cute

ft.stubborn scara(in a good way), not proofread!

gimmie more writing prompts for scara please i love writing for him >:)

[scarasmooch<3] 9:30 am: where are you?

[scarasmooch<3] 9:45 am: at least tell me you're on your way

[scarasmooch<3] 10:00 am: ???

As you twist and groan over your bed you feel your phone vibrate even to you the time would still be at about 7 am but as your phone kept buzzing you got annoyed so you picked it up only to be greeted by big bold numbers saying

11: 11 am

with the notifications from scara that have been sent an hour ago. All the laziness and tiredness from your body disappeared in an instant as you got up from your bed not bothering to tidy it up hoping scara will still be at your guy's meeting place mid panic trying to find the outfit you prepared you suddenly remember…you had to cook for this date!

You got more panicky as you rushed to the kitchen seeing the ingredients that you were supposed to cook early in the morning were just in the refrigerator very visibly uncooked

You swear if the stress from studying didn't take you out you were sure this would hit like a final blow. Your train of thoughts disappeared as you heard someone knocking, opening the door there stood your boyfriend wearing his black shirt and black cargo pants and despite being summer he loves his dark fashion he even wears them to your guy's picnic in contrast…you were only wearing your sleeping pajamas with unkempt hair and waves of guilt and shame spread to your body as you saw him furrowed his eyebrows

"I'm sorry" was the first thing you muttered upon seeing your boyfriend as you avoided eye contact. "Just let me in" he flicked your forehead as he just waltzed into your apartment. He didn't show signs of anger at all you thought. "You're not mad..?" you questioned the violet-haired man that was walking to your kitchen. He rolled his eyes in response "I'm not mad at you showing up, I'm mad at you for not taking care of yourself dumbass" he grumbled leaning on the counter as you sighed in relief, he always was understanding but hated it when you're careless about your health.

"What are you doing standing there? get dressed it's still noon" Your eyes light up from his words as you head into your room to get changed that is until you notice him put on an apron you have hanging around.

"Wait, you're gonna cook ?"

"what? like it's hard ?"

It was hard. His mom didn't know how to cook so he also doesn't know how to cook. Spent 2 hours watching him struggle to bake cupcakes because he was too stubborn to ask for help(He also wants to do something nice for you since you got a lot on your plate). In the end, though you guys had a wonderful picnic while watching the sunset

#Scaramouche #scaramouche x you #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche fluff #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year

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Jason Todd x male!reader

So, I didn't think that this would have a part 2, but it seems you guys like it so why not. A continuation of this request. @soupasses also asked for part 2 of this, but I didn't see your ask so I didn't answer it here, but I did get your other ask and I will get on it as soon as possible.

(Y/N) sighed as he heard Jason getting into the apartment by the fire escape.

" Oh. Why are you awake? " Jason asked as he removed his mask and jacket.

" I had an another nightmare. "

" Oh. Well, give me a minute to change and then I will join you. "

(Y/N) nodded as he moved to Jason's bed. It always helped him sleep better if it was with someone, usually after a nightmare. Or when he felt scared for Jason.

It all depends on the night. Right now, it was a mix of both. Jason came back in his pajamas, laying down next to (Y/N).

" Jay? "

" Yes? "

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say. He knew that it was nothing to worry about, but he still needed to know.

" Do you think your family will like me? "

Jason laughed at the question.

" Trust me, they will adore you. I told you that when you came to live with me. I just have to make sure that Bruce doesn't adopt you. "

(Y/N) smiled, moving closer to Jason. He laid his head on Jason's chest. Sometimes he just needs to hear Jason's heartbeat. "

" But in all honesty, don't worry. They will like you. Now try to get some sleep. "

" Okay. "

Jason wrapped his arm around (Y/N), making sure that he was warm and comfortable. They can worry about the dinner later.

(Y/N) was going trough his closet, trying to find something. First impressions matter. Nothing... He huffed in frustration.

" What's wrong? " Jason asked, peaking his head in. He was already dressed and ready to go.

" How did you get dressed so quickly? What the hell? "

" I'm not going to meet the president. "

(Y/N) laughed sarcastically. The cheeky bastard.

" Well, I want to make a good impression. "

" Then put on your beige cargo pants and that plain black shirt. Bam. Problem solved. "

(Y/N) sighed. He wishes to have Jason's calm attitude about this. He listened to Jason either way and changed into those clothes. Jason was right, it was a good combination. He put deodorant on and brushed his teeth.

" You are really scared of this dinner? " Jason asked, as he waited for his turn in the bathroom.

" Yes. I'm meeting Bruce Wayne, the most influential man in Gotham. What I am supposed to wear? "

" Something normal. "

(Y/N) chuckled at Jason, making sure to bump Jason in the process. Jason smiled, knowing why he was nervous, but there was really no need. The entire family was excited to meet him. Bruce even offered legal help to Jason, to make the process easier. Jason couldn't thank Bruce enough for that.

" Come on, take your phone and lets go. Shoes, jacket and go. " Jason said, already prepared at the door.

(Y/N) shot him a glare. No need to rush him.

" You look like a puppy, you are not scaring anyone. "

(Y/N) huffed as he took the jacket from Jason. Jason smiled at his little brother. He was so cute when he was pouting.

Jason glanced at his brother once he parked the car in front of the manor. He was nervous as hell. His hands were sweaty and he was biting his lip.

" You there is no need to be nervous. "

" I know Jay. It's just... I don't know. My head is a mess. "

Jason patted his thigh, turning the car off.

" You know, I would never lie to you. They are going to adore you. And you are probably going to be Bruce's favorite. "

(Y/N) snorted at that.

" And if you feel overwhelmed, even if you feel like it's a false alarm. Okay? "

" You got it, Jay. "

Jason nodded, opening the car door. (Y/N) followed, seeing a man waiting for them. He was wearing the suit and (Y/N) had guessed that it was Alfred. He heard a lot about this man.

" Master Jason, always a pleasure to have you back. And this must be master (Y/N). I am Alfred Pennyworth. "

" You don't have to call me master, my name is just enough. "

" I'm afraid that I can't. Come on you two, your brothers are waiting. "

(Y/N) glanced at Jason as Alfred led them inside. What was he getting into? Jason simply smirked in response. (Y/N) decided to ignore the smirk, opting to look at the walls of the manor. To him, it reeked of rich. He knew that Bruce Wayne was filthy rich and it shouldn't surprise him that this is just the reflection of that, but his Crime Alley heart was going nuts. He preferred smaller spaces and not this big.

" The manor is gorgeous. " (Y/N) commented as they were walking towards the dining room.

" You are right about that. " Jason said.

(Y/N) heart started beating faster as he saw the famous Waynes. He was going to go nuts. Jason had to hide a smirk. (Y/N) was so adorable.

" This is master (Y/N), Jason's half brother. "

All of them stood up, ready to introduce themselves to (Y/N). First up was Bruce, who was smiling at the boy, seeing that the boy was slightly nervous. He stepped aside, letting the others get to him.

Damian was the second one, eyeing him up and down. He already saw the shyness and a hint of anxiety? He shook his hand, muttering his name. (Y/N) smiled at him, moving to meet with Tim. Damian glanced at Jason, who simply raised an eyebrow in question. Damian looked away, watching him interact with Tim.

Jason wasn't sure what to think about (Y/N)'s and Tim's interaction. He wasn't sure why... In fact, he was slightly freaked out. It seems that Tim was sleep deprived again too.

And the last one was Dick. The man was far too energetic, even for Jason's standards. He brought (Y/N) into a hug and that's when Jason stepped in. (Y/N) didn't like such contact with people he wasn't familiar with.

" Okay Dick, leave him be. " Jason said, separating the duo.

Jason led (Y/N) to a chair, making (Y/N) sit between him and Tim. Damian and Dick were on the other side of the table and Bruce was on the head.

" So (Y/N), how come you came to live with Jason? " Damian asked. Jason didn't tell them why he brought (Y/N) home. He didn't tell them about Willis.

" (Y/N), you don't have to. "

" It's okay Jay. " (Y/N) said, turning to look at Damian. " Willis tried to kill. I don't want to go into detail, but it wasn't a pretty sight. I called the cops and they took me to Social Services. He came in the middle of the night and the rest is history. "

Damian didn't say anything, simply nodded and Jason could see that Damian was slightly pissed. Oh my. He got protective of him already. Jason hid a smirk behind his hand. In matter of minutes, (Y/N) had won Damian over.

An accomplishment of a lifetime.

" If you don't mind me asking, when is the trial? " Bruce asked. He was going to help them as much as possible.

" In a month. "

" Do you think you will need to testify? " Dick asked, taking a sip of his water.

" I don't know, I hope I don't. "

Dick didn't know what to say. (Y/N) didn't seem like he was touched by the violence and abuse. They continued to chat before Alfred served the food. They ate in silence and afterwards helped Alfred help. It went well. Jason was suspicious. Nothing goes well at any type of meal in this manor. Nothing goes well here at all.

(Y/N) was happy. The food that Alfred cooked was amazing and he was stuffed. And there was still desert to go through. He didn't know how he was going to do this.

" Alfred, you are an amazing cook. " (Y/N) said, huffing.

" Thank you. Would you like to move to the couch? I will bring something more to drink. "

(Y/N) had to take a deep breath as he moved to the couch that was, thankfully, nearby. (Y/N) plopped down onto the couch, leaning on Jason for support.

" And there is still desert to eat. " Jason said to (Y/N).

(Y/N) smacked Jason's arm, clearly not amused by Jason's remark.

The day turned into evening and Jason was happy to see his brother interacting with others. (Y/N) wasn't so shy anymore and he was more open with them. Life was good.

" Okay (Y/N), I think it's time to go. " Jason said, getting up.

" Already? "

" It's been hours. "

" And? " (Y/N) asked, either completely clueless or knowing exactly what he was doing. Jason concluded that it was the latter.

" You can stay the night, " Bruce said, taking a sip of his whiskey.

The other boys voiced their agreement. Jason was outvoted. Democracy at it's finest.

" Okay, we can stay the night. "

(Y/N) and the boys cheered. Jason sat back down, sighing. He was never going to leave. (Y/N) won't allow it. And to think that (Y/N) was afraid that he wouldn't be liked. His brother is a dumbo.

#jason todd x male reader #dc comics #dc x male reader #batfamily #batkids #red hood x male reader

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plant-acts · 18 days

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what do the links look like in your theatre au? might draw em if I find the time

Looks-wise, they are pretty similar to their LU counterparts (minus Wind, who is an older version of himself).

As for what they wear though, I can go into more detail about that!

Time: Khaki pants with a button-up (although Malon begs him to please just wear a t-shirt and jeans, she's tired of him messing them up). He doesn't have a facial tattoo anymore, but he has a similar looking one on his chest.

Twilight: We all know he's a country boy, so old jeans, a plain T-shirt, and dark flannel. He has steel-toed work boots (he probably broke his toe when a set fell once and swore never again). His tattoo is on his upper arm now as well. Also, he absolutely has a farmer's tan. (I almost made him midwestern emo and I think that's hilarious)

Warriors: I feel like Wars would try to dress nice as much as he can. It just makes him feel good. So, he would wear a green blazer with his signature blue scarf and nice jeans. Everyone pokes fun at him for dressing up in college theater, where you will get dirty even as an actor, but he just says that's why washing machines were made.

Legend: Blue beanie (So original, I know) and a red zip-up jacket. I debated giving him a skirt, and I ended up on the decision of sometimes. It depends on what is going on in class that day. If it's simple and they are just learning about acting techniques, then he will. But if they are building sets or doing stage combat, he will wear some black pants. He also has a pair of brown boots he wears constantly.

Sky: Give Sky a sweater vest right now or help me, God. I just think he deserves it as a treat. He would pair it with a white button-up shirt and light jeans.

Hyrule: He was probably the easiest to come up with. He wears loose-fitting clothes he can move in. Something like cargo pants with a band t-shirt is probably his go-to.

Wild: Everything. The dude will wear anything and everything. Specific style? None. He just dresses how he's feeling for the day. If he had to have one specific outfit though, it would be his biker get-up. He may not think everything through, but motorcycle safety is very important, so he is sure to wear the correct pants, jacket, and helmet.

Four(s): The quadruplets have so many hoodies. Like it's a problem. They don't even know who's is who’s anymore, they just take whichever one they like and throw it on. They aren't picky about the rest of their outfit, usually just wearing some black pants and boots.

Wind: He has a collection of fun button-up shirts (me too). He wears shorts with some ratty shoes he should have thrown away forever ago, but he's emotionally connected to them. Also, just because I can, I'm going to say he has beach curls and freckles. He deserves a nice suntan.

#These were a lot harder to come up with than I thought they would #But it gave me so many headcannon ideas so worth it #Linked theater au #linked theater au asks #linked universe #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu legend #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu four #lu wind

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bleach-your-panties · 6 months

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🖤⚡️alternative/punk!bf denki w/ his black gf

...who

(they are 3rd years)

◇loves to push her hair away from her neck and kiss it and her ears. loves to just touch her ears and neck randomly.

◇will grab her hair and make a makeshift ponytail while fucking doggy style, getting head, or kissing her neck.

◇wears black rings made of smooth, cold marble. found them at HT, along with an entire pack of over 100 rubber wristbands in all different colors with different sayings on them.

◇wears his hair back in a little ponytail sometimes (likes when she pulls it when he's giving her head❤️)

◇drives with his hand gripping the very bottom middle of the steering wheel. pretty ass hands with those rings and wrist bands👅

◇ is a total pokemon nerd. nicknames for each other : Pikachu and (fav Pokemon). played Pokémon Go religiously when it came out. plays all the games on his Switch. will definitely ask her to prom with a pokeball and roses. "I Choose You"

◇will finger her from the back with two fingers, rubbing his rings against her clit to get her super wet. pushes them insanely deep and cups her pussy with his palm.

◇has long thin fingers with prominent veins running alongside them. look pretty when wrapped around her neck or pushed to the hilt inside her pussy.

◇super supportive boyfriend. always hypes her up and does Tik Tok dances/trends with her.

◇makes sure she wears her bonnet before bed and will put it back on for her if it slips off during the night. 🥺

◇is interested in her hobbies/daily routines. will sit like a puppy and watch her apply makeup. never tells her she doesn't need it because if she wants to, she can and it just enhances her beauty anyway 💗

◇likes to play in her skincare products and then pouts when he gets told off

◇both are very afraid of the dark and he will panic despite having a quirk that can produce light.

◇gf hates horror movies and games, but plays horror games IN THE DARK then needs cuddles from her when they get too realistic and he can't sleep in his own room cuz he's scared.

◇gf will lay up with him all day while he plays video games with the boys. lays on his back, too and watches, even helps by letting him know where the enemies are that he can't see. watches his blind spots.

◇has definitely gotten head and then fucked her during game night with the mic on mute.

◇grabs her ass unconsciously out of pure habit. likes to press his crotch against it whenever theyre standing really close, especially while she's in her school skirt and no one is paying attention.

◇will put his hand up her skirt in the front or back when he wants some. pulls her to the locker room or utility closet.

◇loves to pick her up and have her legs wrap around him.

◇wears t-shirts, basketball shorts, socks, and athletic slides when relaxing.

◇dresses in mostly black and yellow. plaid, flannel, ripped jeans, cargo pants/shorts, platform Converse, Vans, studded belts, chokers, and bracelets. dangling earrings.

◇buys her cute jewelry and accessories (especially anklets, so he can watch them dangle by her ears when they're fucking). bought her one with his initials and a little lightning bolt on it.

◇has piercings; eyebrow, tongue, snakebites, tongue frenulum, septum, earlobes.

◇whispers in her ear "how do you want it?" before they start having sex. gentleman. 😌

◇sits in the nail shop with her and even helps choose colors/designs.

◇djs on the weekends as a side gig to make money and also works at Pizza Hut. she tags along to his gigs for moral support.

◇has definitely given her and her friends free pizza and will randomly show up at her house to give her pizza and other treats. made her a heart-shaped pizza on Valentine's Day and delivered it dressed as Cupid.

◇is very musically talented. can play bass guitar, keyboard, and drums. sings, raps, writes music, and of course dj's. can dj with old school turn tables. uses his MacBook to create his own mixes.

◇was actually very shy about approaching her at first. he flirts a lot but only to girls he doesn't really have a strong attraction to.

◇lets her paint his nails black. keeps them very neat and dies inside when they chip. immediately goes to her for a "fill-in".

◇dated Ibara Shiozaki and Reiko Yanagi from class B (not at the same time). neither relationship lasted long.

◇HAS BRACES. they're black. embarrassed of them, but all the girls in class say they make him look cute. gf adores them. punched a dude in the face for calling him Braceface.

◇plays music while gf sings. these sessions are usually late at night and are very therapeutic for them.

◇is sweet, kind, hard-working, loves his gf and spoils her and she him.

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infamous-if · 1 year

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I don't know why but I love this ask so much so what outfits do the LIs typically wear? im ready to faint over how G and Victoria dresses up

Sooo I made collages and basically like an essay i went a bit overboard (oops)

So I thought hard about what the ROs look like and my biggest thing was that I wanted to make sure the gender selectable ROs still have their own unique presence and they're not some interchangeable variable. Gina and Griffin dress pretty differently and have a different identity, especially when you consider what it means to be a woman in the music industry (some context changes in the story if you choose Gina instead of Griffin, some of her actions are out of her feeling like she has just as much right to take space in a male-dominated art form, especially given that she is also married to Victoria, a woman)

Griffin does not have this problem since he's 1) a man and 2) he and Victoria present heterosexual

GRIFFIN/GINA

(Griffin on the left/Gina on the right, both in the middle)

G either dresses like the textbook definition of a 'rockstar' with the leather and fishnets and ripped jeans and all orrrr like a 18th century era gothic victorian butler. Literally no in-between.

For both Gina and Griffin, having so many tattoos becomes part of their image. Griffin wears a lot of muscle tees while Gina wears a lot of sleeveless tops, halter tops, corsets, anything that really enhances their arm sleeve.

The middle is the Victorian Butler style I mentioned lol, since they both dress like that as their "formal" attire or for shows. A lot of ruffles, very 18th century gothic. One thing is that I feel like Gina wears more red, she wears more tight fitting clothes, lower cut clothes. Griffin's shirts are also pretty revealing, very much low-cut V's, muscle tees that show the side of his whole chest. G isn't shy about the human body and they've gotten shirtless on stage many times (both male and female/ think Victoria from Måneskin.)

That slowed down a bit since Misfit Alley went mainstream. Their label and team had them tone down a bit to be more digestable to the masses.

Their hair is long for both female and male. Griffin keeps his in a loose knot/bun at his neck, and Gina does the same, but also a single braid down her back (sometimes).

Some things that they wear often: a lot of rings, G has knuckle tattoos and they wear a lot of jewelry. They have a signature leather jacket that's pretty roughed up, wear a nose ring, and pretty scruffed up boots.

SEVEN

Female Seven and Male Seven dress pretty similarly. Seven dresses more grunge and Kurt Cobain was the direct inspiration for Seven's style. Female Seven also dresses a bit like an art teacher lol

A lot of oversized clothes, slouchy, worn bigger, muted colors, a lot of layers. Female! Seven wears a lot of long skirts, cardigans, funky patterns, big boots. They dress pretty much the same both on and off stage.

At first male!seven was going to have short cropped hair but it doesn't suit him. His hair is more like:

very messy and such yeah. female! Seven keeps her hair down, kinda messy and looks uncombed (seven is very clean i promise lmao)

Things they wear often: Seven sometimes fingerless gloves, part of it because they can cover the tattoo of MC's initials, but sometimes they forgo it completely. Sometimes it's a whole arm sleeve. Surprisingly, Seven doesn't have a LOT of tattoos, it's more dainty, tiny meaningful tattoos scattered around their body.

AUGUST

August is like Seven in that they wear big, slouchy clothes but where they differ is that August is more academic and put together. They also like to wear the art teacher skirts. Scoopneck sweaters, cargo pants, and they prefer long-sleeve and long bottoms, usually they don't have much skin showing.

Things they are always seen wearing: headphones around the neck, they dont go anywhere without them.

ORION

Orion is pretty self-explanatory. He wears mostly slacks, sleek boots and a vest. Very professional dressing. If he is going to wear something casual, it'll be something like the right. Still fancy pants, but a clean black shirt. You won't really see him in anything less than 'business casual.'

Things always seen wearing: a watch lol

SEBASTIAN

I don't know how else to describe Seb's style as anything other than just basic. A T-shirt and jeans and he's good to go. Even the images I chose are a bit too stylish for him. Like, he's really just a basic guy. He doesn't think too hard on his outer appearance. Literally just...a Guy.

Even funnier when he's surrounded by people wearing fishnet tights and chains and a bunch of patterns and accessories like he stands out, oddly enough lol

The image in the middle isn't exactly how he looks in my head, but pretty close. Just a very unassuming but kind looking person. Also his hair is like that, just golden blond.

VICTORIA

Victoria has a very classically simple style. Sleek lines, tight dresses. It's not too out there, unlike G. Very simple. She dresses a bit like the second picture for G's shows, a bit edgier and leaning a little into the flamboyance. She tends to set trends and is looked at in Hollywood as someone pretty stylish. Victoria's body type is on the curvy side, more the farthest right than the other three, a bit bustier. She's a simple but effective dresser.

She loves heels, loves a square neck (farthest right). she loves a good form-fitting dress lol

IK its a lot but i would be doing this whole story a disservice if i made them boring dressers! so im not sorry !

#seven lawless #victoria valentine #g reign #august pierce #orion quinn #inbox #queued #reference

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lixxen · 3 months

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can you tell us more about Grayer and their relationship with JD?

Of course!! I love talking about my boys :)

I'm gonna do this in bullet points so I can easily edit it as I go lol. These details pertain to both my Feral Branch AU, mentions of my my troll reproduction PowerPoint world building, and it's just his character in general :)

My playlist for them

Rest of the post is UTC to save everyone from chunky TL

To start off, some background about Grayer: he is alt rock/pop rock. His father is a rock troll and his mother is a pop troll who is one of many to escape the troll tree about ten years before the beginning of Trolls 1 (I can do a whole thing on them). The two fell in love, got married, and ran off to the Never Glade Trail to have Grayer. His dad carried him, so he's more like his dad (Granite and Flora are their names)

Grayer is the same age as Bruce, so a few years younger than JD. He grew up on the trail and takes care of the family's garden (which is basically a mini farm). He and his parents are big survivalists, so he knows how to survive pretty much on his own with just a backpack on his back full of a few items. He's rather quiet with patience, but with a quick ignition to fight at things he's passionate about; being raised by a very passive rock troll who is peace and love then pretty much the most metal head pop troll you'll ever meet. His mom's a spitfire with the heat of a thousand suns. But she's very sweet <3

Back then, he actually dressed in alt style; wearing a ton of baggy ripped black cargo pants, t-shirts of rock groups his dad gave him, some crop tops with fistnet tops underneath, the whole works. Eyeliner. Black stuffed bracelets and a choker. Troll's version of Docs (but the older, better quality ones y'know?). Now days, he's just plain Jane because he's older and doesn't have as much energy to keep up with it

Within John Dory's first few years, he struggled a lot. He traveled through Trolltopia and met a ton of people. They weren't the kindest, but understood the situation with Pop. So they would help and send him on his way towards Never Glade.

When he finally got there, he basically fell face first down. He lost half of his equipment and got horribly lost. He was optimistic and trying to act brave about being lost with not as many supplies. He realized he was way in over his head; he was some boy band dude who had a dream without much training. Dude is doomed by the narrative

Grayer, while out, found John Dory. He saw JD's fire in the distance and went to investigate it. He saw JD, who was different than the other trolls who would stop by his family's home. Normally he saw various Rock, Country, or random sub genre trolls come through either for the underground cross genre clubs or for hiking.

He actually watched JD for a bit. He was nervous to approach him at first. But after watching JD fail miserably to do a ton of very basic survival things, he decided to step in. He faked them running into each other and was like "you don't look too good! Let me help you :)"

JD automatically accepted it. This dude was doing BAD. The dude was debating on finding his way back to the Troll Tree. It was that bad. He'd rather be eaten by a Bergen than die out there where nobody would know what happened to him.

He also was amazed by some random troll about his age living out here.

So Grayer taught JD how to survive out there. JD learned how to properly get drinking water, patch wounds, make basic things, garden and gather food. The works! Literally he gave him survival classes-

JD was welcomed into the home by the parents. Grayer's mom was shocked to see another pop troll and she let him stay. She couldn't let the poor kid die out there or go back. She knew what that meant

Grayer and JD slowly grew close; bonding over music. JD would perform BroZone songs for him, to which Grayer would watch with the biggest dopey grin on his face

During this time, Grayer got into a nasty fight with one of the spider things. His hair got caught and he had to cut it off. He spends nights crying about his hair, but then styles it down. That's why it's short and looks like that. He keeps it short due to him living like that for so long.

Eventually, Grayer started to bring JD to the underground clubs that existed on the Trail. They were ran by outcasts and trolls who basically got ran out of their respected kingdoms for different reasons. Some where rebellious trolls looking for fun; or they just liked the scene. The two became prominent on the scene as "the love birds". Everyone knew them and some recognized JD from BroZone

Grayer's parents actually helped establish these clubs and underground community. They make clubs out of old hollow dead trees and then undergrown tunnel systems. They helped make the first few, since Grayer's dad was in construction. He doesn't run any of them. He just did the manual labor and helped perform multiple times. Grayer's family is just respected in the scene. There's about five families they're in kahoots with (I can expand on this if anyone wants).

Plus, they help trolls in need on the trail so people tend to know about the random trolls who help save people from death in the wild

Eventually, they ran into Floyd. Floyd was running with the alt/emo/grunge trolls. Some metalheads also. He was also running with a young Riff, who was only two years younger than Floyd. Floyd also has an underground career by now and has a mini indie grunge rock band suprisingly. (Riff's parents run one of the clubs and Riff lives with his grandad and little sister in the Rock Kingdom. Riff is Floyd's drummer and companion. They met in a grunge club in the Rock Kingdom. Floyd was gray for a while and passed as Rock). Floyd is excited to see his brother and he bonds with Grayer automatically

Floyd and Grayer have a heart to heart; talking about how Grayer is in love with JD. Floyd said that if Spruce and Grandma was there, they'd give their blessing. But since they're not and he is, he gave him his blessing.

Floyd 🤝 Grayer: being in love with their companion (past Riff/Floyd moment. They're just besties now y'know??)

JD and Grayer party a LOT during these years

Queue up JD punching some jerk for trying to come onto Grayer and then getting into a brawl outside of a club with the dude. Riff pulls strings to get them not banned from every club on the trail. Part of it is Grayer's parents being staples for making a safe underground scene on the Trail, but Grayer gives Riff the credit.

Around the eight year mark, Grayer finds baby Rhonda. She was abandoned by her mom so Grayer took her in. He gave her to JD as a birthday gift! That's how they know Rhonda so well. She's basically their baby :)

Grayer, at the ten year mark, confesses his love to JD. JD looks flabbergasted before saying he wanted to ask Grayer that. He was waiting for the right moment to ask Grayer if they could commit to one another. They were practically dating

So, they get married :)

JD braids Grayer's hair into the back of his hair, just in case one day he goes back to BroZone; so from the front you can't see it but the back you can. Grayer braids JD's hair more visibly in the front and wears it with pride.

The two are a grumpy old couple. They're very sarcastic but loving to each other, especially after marriage.

Did I mention that earlier? The two are a sarcastic and sassy power couple. They don't take shit and behind the scenes are very loving.

As the years go on, they don't have any eggs surprisingly. Everyone is shocked, but the two are perfectly fine with it. It happens sometimes; not every troll produces the viable eggs.

Grayer's parents die by the fifteen year mark, and they leave everything to Grayer and JD. They are pretty much set for life. So they're pretty much domestic besides when JD wants to go on adventures.

Speaking of which; JD goes on adventures sometimes, which leaves Grayer alone for a few weeks at most. The two are fine with it as long as JD tells Grayer about it. Normally it'll be in the form of the little bat dudes, like Queen Barb's bat Debbie. They have a flock of them that live around them. They feed them, so three or four will follow John Dory sometimes when he goes on adventures. They will basically bring communication back and forth

So, to the Trolls 3 plot

Riff comes back after World Tour to tell them about Branch!! He's alive and saved everyone!! Plus the pop trolls are free :)

JD sends a letter out to Floyd, who doesn't respond. He gets worried and decides to go try the Troll Tree, thinking that's where Floyd went. He tells Grayer he'll be back in a week and Grayer kisses him bye

That week turns into a month.

Grayer is worried sick and he can tell a ton of things are happening (because of the marriage stuff. If you don't read the PowerPoint then ignore this detail). JD doesn't respond to any of his messages, as they never get to him

Like, he's convinced JD is either dying or something bad has happened. He's hoping that JD isn't abandoning him.

He goes from being worried sick to being pissed because what the fuck his husband up and left and is clearly okay and alive!!! HE CAN TELL! JD CAN FEEL HIS DISTRESS!!

Grayer gets pissed, especially when Riff comes back to tell him about BroZone. He was happy for JD, but SEND YOUR HUSBAND A LETTER TO TELL HIM YOURE ALIVE!!!

So what does he do?

He throws JD's clothing out of the window in a fit of rage. Like. The dude is PISSED. He is what, in his 30's and his husband disappeared and could have been dead! He's having a moment. Let him be angry for the first time towards his husband

JD comes home during this.

JD stares in horror at the sight of his clothing being tossed out the window and he starts to scramble to grab them and get into the pod

Grayer sobs his little heart out to JD, who holds him and apologizes. JD explains everything. Grayer feels kinda dumb but vocalizes his feelings. The two come to an understanding

And eventually, he would meet BroZone and they'd enjoy him :)

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #john dory #trolls john dory #john dory trolls #trollsona #trolls oc #john dory x oc #anon ask #ask #feral branch au #feral au

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eclecticopposition · 2 months

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@grand-magnificent keeps writing great stuff for Sunday Six, which we assume is a thing where you write six sentences (or more, as the case may be) and we thought we'd try our hand at it too. And if you want in, well, consider this your prompt to join in and tag us in whatever you make!

Great news, we're still Phrygian-pilled. Have some spooky shit with Figure in the dark.

Figure’s hand traces the wall as he follows the emergency lights through the Blue Channel. It’s dim but still lit enough to see by, and it's unusually quiet. Maybe everyone else was closer to each other when the power went out.

Hopefully nothing has gone the very bad kind of awry. That would spell trouble for everyone.

Idly glancing into the partly-open door of the much larger, much darker cargo hold, they don't intend to stop. They very nearly just close the door as they pass.

There is a sudden wrongness in his vision, and Figure jerks back in instinctive shock.

Before him in the unlit cargo hold there is a shifting mass of metal, tall and unnatural. It is huge. It looks like a single many-fingered hand reaching out from nowhere, a living extension of the dark – a hand in caricature, a hand with too many fingers, a hand that dwarfs him easily, a hand that implies a body so vast it could not possibly fit in the ship. It is monstrous. The way it moves makes the room feel illusory. Dread prickles through him as he watches it creep upwards in silence, rising towards the malfunctioning lights.

Something got aboard the ship, I need to do something, is their first instinct. Figure has seen enough to have a honed sense of impending threat. He feels like he is not in his body, looking at this thing. Nothing seems quite right or quite real. It feels more like living in a memory of a nightmare, watching the nauseatingly impossible unfold.

They can't move. They’re frozen. All they can do is stare.

His eyes land on a familiar set of clothes. A velvet jacket, a white dress shirt, a set of fine black pants. The outfit is suspended on one cluster of the wires like a finger puppet. There's no head, no body – the cables pushed through them just keep going and going, a single finger of the hand, held still like a delicate afterthought. It holds a pair of dress shoes slightly off to the side, loose in a grip of cables.

Cold horror floods them, and for one intense, unreal moment he is certain that this thing has done something to Phrygian, that it has taken their friend and they will never see them again, that it will wear their clothes like a discarded thing and he can do nothing, that–

And then the rest of his mind catches up, and his mouth moves before he can process what he's saying.

“Phrygian?”

The cables pause. Something in the room shifts. Figure doesn't know what – the metal body doesn't move to look at them.

“Oh,” says Phrygian’s voice. “Hello, Figure.”

Figure tries not to seem too relieved. “What's going on?”

“The power went out,” they say. “I just wanted to check.”

“Oh,” he says.

A brief hesitation, and then the mass of cables begins to shrink inwards, coiling and recoiling back into the clothes. “Sorry.”

“No, that's not–” He struggles for the words. “It's okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

The whole cargo hold echoes a hum of acknowledgement, as Phrygian extends cables down from their pants into their shoes. It is done in a matter of seconds. Phrygian vanishes into their envoy body, shaking fingers into their normal-sized hands with a few brisk flicks of their wrists.

“Better?” they ask, sounding a little amused.

“I… guess,” Figure says, dubiously. He’s unwilling to agree but unsure what else to say.

Even looking at Phrygian’s envoy form, Figure can't shake the visual of a finger puppet. Like they are actually talking to an affable costume on their friend’s finger, which Phrygian has stuck up for their benefit.

They can't help but feel guilty. How is Phrygian supposed to trust them with their whole body? Figure hadn't even been able to welcome one hand.

“Sorry,” they say.

Phrygian pauses again, examining them. “It's alright.”

“I didn't mean to… you know. Walk in on anything.”

It is the wrong thing to say. They can tell the moment the words leave their mouth, and their suspicion is confirmed when Phrygian turns their face slightly away.

“You didn't walk in on anything,” they say. “I don't mind when people look at me.”

“Right. I– sorry.”

Phrygian just nods. Figure wishes, desperately, that he knew how to do this.

“I don't have a problem with it,” he adds, unable to resist the urge to keep talking. “If you wanted to– I’m okay with it if you want to be yourself in front of me.”

That gives them pause, and they look – are they looking, or just acting like it? – back at him consideringly. “It seems like it makes you uncomfortable.”

“I can handle that,” he says, firmly. “I want to get used to it.”

There. That's the truth. He might not even sound like a total asshole. Hopefully.

“Alright,” Phrygian says, sounding thoughtful. “I’m not usually in the cargo hold, but you could always use the bedroom.”

“Oh,” they say, a little surprised. “Yeah, sure. Would that be alright?”

“Yes.”

Of course it would be. Phrygian wouldn't be a bedroom otherwise. Figure nods, trying not to let his nerves about potentially screwing up again show. “Sounds good. I’ll… check it out?”

Phrygian laughs a little, reaching up to adjust their collar. Figure hadn’t even noticed it was out of place. “Looking forward to it.”

#friends at the table #palisade #writing #six sentence sunday #the figure in bismuth #Phrygian #puttheminthebed2k24

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irlwakko · 4 months

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okay hold on i'm gonna talk about my ideas/headcanons for how Mike's system looks in the innerworld because the show itself did them such a disservice by just making them all look like Mike >:( also this'll be long and have some pictures for when I can't explain stuff in words so it's under the read more

Chester is just Old. like that's just some old guy. He has the Old Guy Haircut of like, bald on top and the ring of white/grey hair around the sides ykwim. This haircut

He probably has some kind of glasses as well since he seems to have poor eyesight, but honestly who knows if he actually wears the glasses or if he's too stubborn to and insists he can see fine. We know he canonically uses a cane in the innerworld but I feel like he'd also have a wheelchair for when his back/legs hurt too much for the cane. OH also he wears sweater vests. And slacks

I imagine Svetlana with long (past her shoulders) curly black hair that she usually wears in a high or low ponytail with a scrunchie. we see the vision right?

And she's always either in a leotard or in warm-ups/sweatsuits. Look I know all of this is just heavily leaning on 80s aesthetics but like 80s aesthetic Svetlana is real TO ME! DO WE SEE THE VISION HERE. oh and her makeup is impeccable we all knew this

Vito...... oh Vito. The only time he'll wear a shirt is if it's either mesh or a crop top. Or a mesh crop top. He's all about the flashy outfits in every other aspect though. Jackets, pants, accessories, etc. He's never NOT dressed like he's going to the club. Also he keeps frosting his tips or just bleaching his hair entirely no matter HOW many times everyone else has tried to convince him that it does not look good. they're all incredibly lucky he hasn't bleached the actual body's hair yet

Manitoba is like........ Indiana Jones, Steve Irwin, Crocodile Dundee, and then a secret fourth thing. Who knows. He's never not wearing his hat of course, and carrying around his lasso because he takes his job VERY seriously. Also yeah he's definitely got the whole tan-cargo-pants-and-brown-jacket "explorer" combo going on of course he does

Mal is the only one who I don't really imagine too differently from his canon design? he's just,,,, more Emo in innerworld. He wears his hair over one eye of course and is usually wearing dark baggy clothes because he wouldn't be caught dead in the kind of stuff the others wear. He doesn't put a huge amount of effort into his appearance but he WOULD wear eyeliner if he had the time and energy

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mrs-bluemarine · 7 months

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(B*gtop Burger S/i)

Let's goo first masc s/i!! I tried I really did to make Ghost use fem pronouns but it didn't feel right. Cesare is just too gay.

I don't trust myself to draw them and picrews wouldn't do him justice so just bare with me.

AGE: ? ? ?

PRONOUNS: HE/THEY

ADJECTIVES: TIRED & CHAOTIC

OCCUPATION: I've been debating making them an actual criminal who runs scams online or someone who sells Zomburg merchandise outside of his van for outrageous prices. Either way he's making bank

LIKES: Nu-metal & other sub genres, rock, sushi, slasher flicks, coffee, unironically enjoys Ghost and Nickelback as well

DISLIKES: Not much, they're pretty chill, except country music

LOVE LANGUAGE: Calling people "Dude" (unless asked not to)

BIGGEST INSPOS: Our king Matthew Lillard circa 1990-2000 and maybe also Jesse Pikmin for his tboy swag

Working for Zomburger, Ghost's outfits are a bash of punk and gaudy/gothic makeup. Like their name suggests, he really likes dressing up ghostly while he's on the clock. The rest of the crew at Zomburger didn't know he and Cesare were dating until they outright said so, and just assumed Ghost was a new coworker that had major tension with their boss. He gets along well with the rest, and likes to go to the gym with Conrad. He follows Zomburger around in his van, where he and Cesare also "sleep" (sleep in Ghost's case, Cesare just likes to lay around). Surprisingly, he doesn't smell too bad, and Ghost likes how cold he is, makes for a good sleeping buddy in the summer.

Outside of work he keeps his bulky ass boots and cargo pants with whatever band shirt he can find or a crop top. Their hair is short and platinum blond, and he styles it in spikes that are dyed black at the tips. And he has snake bite piercings hehe. And BLACK LIPSTICK.

Dare I add on.... top scars..... And they're the over the top kind that look super badass, because everything is a statement with Ghost.

When they first met they always pronounced Cesare's name as "Caesar". Based on true experiences. I'm a fool. He only stopped after someone else said his name correctly.

They both met after Ghost came out of a rave, it was love at first sight. Ghost thought Cesare was wearing mad cool makeup at the time, but after figuring out he was actually undead, he was cool with that too.

Their first kiss was at a Slipknot concert.

Ghost neither stops nor enables Cesare and Zomburger's shenanigans against Bigtop. Instead he does whatever he thinks is the funniest.

#si x fo #selfship community #safeshipping #villain f/o #⚰️ / bury all your secrets in my skin

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sailing-ever-west · 8 months

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WRIT200 Blog Post #3 - The Enforcement of Secular Femininity in Christian Circles

A while ago I (Christian) was talking with my dad (also Christian) about the double standards I experience as a woman as far as how I'm supposed to dress. I explained how comfortable and utilitarian clothing like loose shirts, sweatpants, and cargo shorts seemed to be considered gender-neutral or masculine, and if I wanted to be seen as feminine I would often have to give up comfort or practicality. I don't personally feel the need to be seen as feminine all the time–people can see me how they like and that doesn't mean it's the truth–but it's especially difficult in Christian circles where adherence to the traditional gender binary is seen as a sign of orthodox faith, and divergence from it is seen as inching into sin. The problem is that the gender standards being enforced are often not Biblical but cultural, which makes them fallible to going against other values of the Faith such as modesty or even simple mercy (if you don't understand the latter, know that I once did a full stage play in heels that I had to run in at one point and a dress that didn't allow me to lift my arms above my head or easily expand my middle to breathe).

I think the rest of the conversation I had with my father illuminates my point rather well. When I complained that many useful and comfortable things weren't seen as feminine, he pointed out that you can get feminine cuts of many different clothing items without having to be seen as masculine or remove them entirely from your wardrobe. This is true, but then I asked him to think about what makes something a feminine cut. At that, he understood.

With the exception of some long skirts which don't need a feminine cut since they are seen as feminine inherently, a feminine cut is almost always one that simply shows more of someone's body. Pants that are skinnier to show the shape of a leg, shirts that taper in at the waist, lower necklines, shorter shorts, thinner material, see-through lace.

And people in the church, bless their hearts, see this simultaneously as fundamentally feminine (certainly a man couldn't wear them) and as immodest, creating both a deep association between the two things and a nearly impossible standard for women to reach. Show off too much of your body, and you're asking for men's attention. Show off too little of your body, and you're trying to be a man. Unless you dress like a 19th century prairie woman (and even then, watch the cleavage), you are constantly on the edge of being perceived as sinful.

The most interesting part is that most people enforcing these standards don't even realize that they're still telling women to dress for the pleasure of men; in fact, saying that phrase would often go directly against their professed beliefs. "Women should dress to honor God," they would say. But when did God ask us to adhere to the ever-changing standards of fashion? And what if those standards are set by people with non-Christian and furthermore dehumanizing values?

People seem willing enough to recognize this when it comes to significantly revealing outfits or fashions associated with the LGBTQIA+ community, but mainstream feminine fashion is treated as though it's somehow inherent to womanly nature. It leaves women with a narrow range of options and the constant threat of being shamed. If we as Christians claim to love women and men equally, we need to have the humility to understand that our subjective cultural standards for gender were not directly dictated by God, and that we can and will be wrong about them.

So, fellow Christ-followers, the next time you see a woman in baggy cargo shorts or anything else you instinctively deem unfeminine, consider why you label it that way, and whether you actually believe that femininity is dependent on the standard you are drawing from.

#writ200 #school blog #femininity #Christianity

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kokomochi · 2 years

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃 | 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

"𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚."

SOULMATE AU! BONTEN TIMELINE! they say that soulmates were typically connected through the red string of fate- some believe that they are connected through tattoos appearing on their skin, or even a timer on their wrist. in this story, however, is through glowing hair. bonten's executive, haruchiyo sanzu, never thought that he would be soulmates with the youngest sibling of the notorious haitani brothers.

06. bonding DISCLAIMER: slight violence and death

"you're not joining your brothers inside?"

sanzu stepped out to the balcony, raising his brows at the (h/c) haired girl who was busy daydreaming about whatever.

y/n hummed as she looked at him from behind, smiling at him and motioning for him to join her.

"i couldn't follow along with their topics so i decided to take a breather." sanzu leaned beside her, observing her as she gazed at the stars.

"how about you? you're an executive as well right?" she didn't look away from the stars as sanzu stepped closer to her, looking at the section of pink hair on her head.

"i'll just have koko tell me everything later."

comfortable silenced enveloped the two. sanzu having to sneak glances at the girl as she closed her eyes and sighed with a smile on her face.

he took out his cigarettes and offered one to her, y/n refusing as she turned to look at him.

the man rose his brows at her again, but shrugged and kept the rest of his nicotine as he lit one up.

"y'know, you're like a different person from before." he commented, making her look at him in accusation.

"what was that suppose to mean?"

"a while ago you were all psycho. killing that man with no hesitation- you even got that smile on your face when you did it." he pinched her cheeks, making her blush as she attempted to bite his hand.

"hey-! just because i liked killing those pigs doesn't mean i do other illegal stuff okay?" sanzu gave her an unamused stare as his eyes locked onto her hair.

"so, we're soulmates huh?" he began, twirling her hair in between his fingers as y/n took the cigarette from him and puffing out smoke.

"seems like it." she gave him another one of her smiles that made his heart speed up.

he really doesn't know what to do- the concept of having soulmates never really crossed his mind until he was in his early twenties.

"sanzu-?"

"haruchiyo, or haru."

y/n looked at him in amusement for a moment, before turning into a look of adoration as it was her turn to pinch his cheeks.

"let's go out tomorrow?" she proposed, taking her hand off his cheeks as he playfully glared at her.

"sure."

y/n stood in front of a random cafe as she waited for sanzu. she was all prepped and dressed for the occasion.

she didn't put any effort into her clothing- simple cargo pants, a tube top and boots.

her brothers find it convenient for her to wear something where she can fight easily in just in case someone decided to approach her or kidnap her.

she knew her brothers meant well, and she respected that. but when they tried to sneak a gun into her bag? that's where she needed to draw the line.

people walked by her table as she scrolled through her phone, still waiting for sanzu. it wasn't her fault she got here an hour early- if she didn't then ran would definitely find a way to sneak weapons into her bag.

y/n minded her own business- just looking through her friend's posts and also some online shopping for her outfit on saturday.

suddenly, a honk of a car was heard as she looked up.

a bright red ferrari stopped right beside her as the window rolled down- showing a very unfamiliar man who looked too high to be driving.

"hey pretty lady~ neat ride i've got right?"

she visibly cringed. in all her life with her brothers- she had definitely seen some cars much better than the classic old school red ferrari.

y/n gave him a fake smile as she went back on her phone. her ignorance made the man inside the car honk even more- not only to catch her attention, but he also successfully caught the attention of the by-passers.

"hey! come 'n get in the car sweet cheeks i promise to give you a good time-" suddenly, a gun was pointed in his face as a pink-haired man with frosty blue eyes glared at him.

sanzu finally arrived.

he was expecting to see his partner to be patiently waiting for him with no complications- but seeing that a nasty bitch was trying to get her, he just had to butt in.

sanzu was leaning beside the passenger side door, making it seem like he was having a casual talk with the driver.

when in reality, he had a revolver pointed at his face as he tauntingly caressed the trigger.

"now what do we have here?" he gave him a grin, his scars adding to the threat as he lazily looked at the driver who looked like he just peed his pants.

y/n, who was now walking up to them, looked through the window and waved at the driver.

"haru, this driver told me that i'd have a great time if i get in his car." she mockingly pointed at the poor man with a grin, pouting as she looked at sanzu.

"this pig wanted me to get into his nasty ass car." sneering, sanzu opened the door to the car and got in- still pointing the gun at the man.

"baby please be a dear and get in the backseat. we're going to have a detour before our date." he said, making y/n get into the car and leaned forward.

"where we goin'?"

"get out of my ca-!" y/n placed a hand on his mouth as she put a finger to her lips, signaling him to shut up.

"oi pig, drive." sanzu instructed, having to point the gun on the poor man's lower region to not be suspected by the outside world.

the driver, who is now more than sober, recognized sanzu and immediately drove away, having to follow his instructions as to where to go.

"haruchiyo, are you going to kill this man?" y/n stated, looking out the window bored out of her mind as the car stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse.

sanzu leaned back to smile at her, before making the driver leave the car.

"you've read my mind sweetheart. now get out of the car and watch okay?" his demeanor suddenly changed as he made the driver walk inside the warehouse, y/n following behind him.

"now, what did you just say to y/n?" his voice sent shivers down his spine, eyes going to y/n who only looked at the scene with curious eyes.

"i-i told her that we-" the poor man didn't get to finish his sentence when sanzu pulled the trigger, successfully killing him in one shot.

the strawberry head sighed as he walked back to y/n, who pinched him on the cheeks.

"this wasn't my ideal first date- but it's nice seeing people in pain." sanzu wrapped his arm around her waist as he guided her back to the car the man once owned. thankfully the keys were still there so they didn't need to inspect the body for it.

"i don't really mind. i look at this as a great bonding activity."

the two got in the car as sanzu drove them to their first destination. after spending thirty minutes dealing with the pig, he decided to drive them to a restaurant.

"i'm glad we have something to agree on."

TAGLIST (OPEN) : @minnieminnie00-got7

#haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo #haruchiyo akashi #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers angst

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spacedoutkyle · 1 year

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BNHA/MHA AU - Kyle Brookes/Pierce

Kyle Brookes, also known as Pierce, is a 16-year old boy, who had a dream of becoming a hero just like his parents, until he realized how messed up the Heroes' Society really is, and saw that it needed to change. So, he pushed himself harder and harder every day, not stopping until he finally was able to pursue his dreams of becoming a Hero.

Kyle's quirk is called Mind Trick- It allows him to have the ability to control his opponent(s) mind(s) just by staring them directly in the eyes for about 10 seconds, without looking away. Then, he can command them to do whatever it is he tells them.

Kyle is approximately 5'0, with short black hair with blue tips. His eyes are brown, and he sometimes wears a black blindfold up and over his eyes to keep others (especially strangers) from looking into his eyes, and trying to read him like an open book. Though, sometimes he will not wear his blindfold, but it's rare if you ever see him without it. He sometimes also wears a black gas mask with blue spikes which only covers the bottom half of his face (which he wears when he isn't wearing his blindfold).

When at U.A., he wore the standard male's school uniform which consisted of a light gray blazer with dark turquoise trimmings over a white dress shirt and dress pants, along with a red tie which he doesn't even wear, which seems to annoy his fellow classmate and friend, Tenya Iida. He also leaves a few of the buttons at the top undone, which also seems to annoy Tenya Iida. And instead of wearing the plain brown shoes that most students wear with the school uniform, Lake preferred his signature black combat boots, with black and blue laces.

Kyle's first and only hero suit consisted of a black and blue striped long sleeve shirt, with a pair of dark gray cargo pants, in which is held up by a black utility belt which he keeps his daggers in their holsters at his side, just in case he needs them. He also sports a pair of black leather finger-less gloves. And we can't forget his signature black combat boots with black and blue laces, and his black gas mask with blue spikes which covers only the bottom half of his face.

Kyle is usually comes off as very cold and distant, which are derived from his childhood. He preferred to keep to himself, and would hole up in his dorm room, laying in bed, blasting his music loudly from his headphones to cancel out the noise from the outside world, or even hang out up on the roof of U.A. to just gaze up at the stars. However, during the Entrance Exam, Kyle nearly failed, but due to his childhood best friend, Ochako Uraraka's kind and heartfelt words of reassurance and confidence, Kyle passed the exam with flying colors. After he passed, Ochako Uraraka and some of her friends, they all celebrated everyone's victory, and from that moment on, little by little, Kyle learned to loosen up a bit, and have fun, and make new friends. Though, there were still times where Kyle seemed distant, but he's been doing a little better at opening up.

Extra Info:

~ Kyle has 2 theme songs: 1. Bad Child by Tones & I 2.Waves by Dean Lewis

~ (To his parents) ❝I know I'm only 13, but I have to do it! I have to become a hero just like you, my Mom and Dad! I'll put my feelings away, and I'll focus very hard on fighting for my dream just as you did for your dream!❞

~ (To All Might) ❝I know my place, All Might, sir! And it is my duty to fight for Musutafu, Japan and protect the thousands of innocent citizens! Isn't it a hero's duty to do so, sir?❞

~ (To Shota Aizawa & Hizashi Yamada after almost failing his first ever mission) ❝If I can't save at least one person, who's to say I can save anyone at all? Then, I wouldn't be a hero, now would I?❞

~(To Class 1-A) ❝Friends are the real superheroes. They battle our worst enemies - lonliness, grief, anxiety, depression, fear and doubt - every single time they come around. And for that, you all are truly amazing, and I am honored to call you my friends.❞

~ (To Tomura Shigaraki after he (Kyle) dropped out of U.A.) ❝I like to think I am only mean to people who deserve it. Kind of like a vigilante bitch, you know...? A bitchilante if you will.❞

#character sheet #original character #oc #anime and manga #boku no hero acadamia #bhna #my hero academia #mha #oc posting #oc stuff

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ziegenkind094 · 4 years

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this is eel, he’s 25 and an aspiring musician with no real talent for singing. he loves mothman and chews on his piercing until it gets stuck in his tooth gap.

he also sucks face with @karasawr’s oc uri (5th pic, on the left)

#eel isn't his real name tho #he gets really sad and shy in overly social situations #he doesn't know how to dress and likes to wear cargo pants that make him look smaller #he's like #165 cm #his personality can change drastically when music is involved #uri might be taller but eel is older #aaaaand their ship name is urieel which is v cute #ziegenkinder #yeah that's my oc tag #eel #ziegenkind art

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 3 years

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Taste of a Poisoned Paradise

I am apologising in advance for this one folks.

Dark! Billy Russo x female reader

WARNINGS: NON-CON/RAPE (Your consumption of this is your own choice.)(18+),oral (m receiving), knifeplay, gunplay, anal rimming, object insertion (hairbrush), spanking (also hairbrush), unprotected sex, bondage, spit play.

Part 2

Summary: You see him over the crowd in a Halloween party, and mark him as a target. He does the same to you.

You had your eyes glued to him from the minute he walked into the party. He may have been dressed in casual wear, but you knew a rich man when you saw one. He was dressed in a deep red shirt and some dark blue cargo pants, paired with beautiful combat boots and topped with a leather jacket that almost definitely costed more than your monthly rent. You couldn’t see the top half of his face- he had worn a beautiful velvet mask to hide his identity. He also had a pair of black horns, shooting up from his perfectly styled head.

He was the perfect target.

You did your best to subtly draw his attention to you. It wasn't too hard to do based on the way you were dressed. Short white dress, denim jacket, he had probably already noticed you.

Just to make sure though, you embedded yourself at the edge of the dance floor, in a spot that you knew he could see you clearly. You glanced at him and smiled, moving your body to the beat of the music and beckoning him to come closer. He grins when he sees you, no doubt appreciating the irony of your white mask and the angel wings on your back.

You sway to the beat of the music, turning your back to him, waiting to see if he would take the bait.

You manage to notice someone on the other side of the room though, dressed like a Greek god, already making his way toward you.

You raise your arms over your head, knowing that the skirt of your dress is so short that it'll give your target a good eyeful of the lower half of your ass.

You keep your eyes fixed on the blonde though, who is already halfway to you. He stops suddenly and glances behind you, before moving away.

A warm body presses into you, hands coming up to cup at your sides and press you flush to him, crushing the white wings a little. When you see the sleeves of his leather jacket come into view, you smile to yourself.

Jackpot.

You roll your body over his, appreciating the mass of solid muscle that he is. Turning in his arms, you meet his eyes.

You smile and move your body against his, pressing your hips snug to his, leaving no room for air.

You slide your hands from his shoulders down his chest, appreciating the soft leather, before slipping your hands under it. His hands explore your body as well, gripping at your backside through the white dress you're wearing.

You raise your head to his and kiss him slowly. At the same time, you slip your hand into the pocket of his jacket and you sneak his wallet out, slipping it into your denim jacket.

You kiss him harder to distract from your slight of hand, your masks bumping into each other forcefully as you explore each others' mouths.

You're sure this looks really funny from a third person's perspective- a demon and an angel, kissing. The music beats around you, but you let yourself enjoy this stranger's lips for a moment longer. You pull away from him with a smile, and then you're gone.

You toss the mask and the wings into a nearby trash can and run as fast as you can from the party. You don't stop until you're a safe distance away. You chuckle as you dip into a darkened alley and examine the contents of the wallet you just stole. You catch a glimpse of his face from his ID card and your eyebrows shoot up at how ridiculously handsome he is. You smile, deciding to hop to a few more parties before making your way home.

Billy doesn't realise that he's missing something at first. Too entranced with the pretty angel that just left him and ran, after kissing him so sweetly. It's only when he's searching for his keys, that he even realises his wallet is missing.

The fuck?

He checks his pockets again. It's definitely missing. The last time he was sure he had it, was just before that angel-

He clenches his jaw. She might have looked like an angel, but she was just a little thief underneath that pretty white dress. Billy is furious. Nobody steals from him and gets away with it. He looks around the neighbourhood, and catches sight of a street camera a corner away.

He smiles with excitement.

Game on.

You sigh a breath of relief when your apartment door closes behind you. You toss your keys into the bowl near the door and kick off shoes. You don’t notice the figure hidden in the shadows until it’s way too late.

He’s watching you, watching as you unlock your phone to tell your friends that you’re safe at home. He watches you open some of the messages you have and smile at the silly videos your friends have sent you. He waits until you drop the phone onto your kitchen counter to reveal himself.

You feel something press against your back before you hear a gun cock right by your ear. You gasp and stiffen, feeling a hand hold you securely in place.

“Make a sound, and I’ll blow your brains out.”

The figure spins you around to look at him. It’s the same handsome guy from earlier- the one you bumped into – the one whose wallet you have stashed in the pocket of your denim jacket.

Your eyes widen with recognition.

He keeps the gun pressed to your temple.

“You stole my wallet, pretty girl.”

Your mouth tries to form words, but you’re frozen in fear.

You feel his hands dip into your pockets, searching for the expensive square of leather.

When he finds it, he pulls it out to show you.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” You manage to gasp.

“I work hard for every dollar I have in here,” he hisses, tapping the wallet gently against your nose, “What gives you the right to steal from me?”

He watches the tears slip from your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper again.

“Not yet.” He promises.

He’s pushing you along slowly, you stumble to keep up with him, unable to look away from him, to see where he’s leading you.

When the back of your knees bump into your bed, you whimper gently.

“Please mister, please let me go.”

“Shut up.” He orders, “Don’t make a fucking sound unless I ask you to, and I’ll let you live.”

He puts something cold and metal into the palm of your hands.

“Cuff one of your hands to the bed.” He says, pressing the barrel of the gun into your skin, daring you to protest.

He watches your barely covered ass as you crawl up the bed to follow his command. You cuff your less dominant hand, hoping that you'll get an opportunity to fight back at some point with the other hand. You swallow and look up at him, waiting for more instructions.

He places the gun onto your nightstand and you breathe a sigh of relief. He moves his way over to you, to hover above you. You’re curled into a defensive ball, watching his every move. Your room is dark, save for the streetlights outside, illuminating half of the man’s beautiful face.

“Don’t hurt me.” You beg.

He sighs, and pulls a knife from the back of his pants. Your eyes widen in fear.

“Don’t move.” He says easily.

He runs the sharp edge of the blade over your cheek and down your neck. He pulls your legs down so that he has access to your chest. You whimper in worry, pleading with your eyes as best as you can.

“If you were anyone else, I’d kill you as soon as you walked in the door.” He tucks the knife under your jacket, giving a tug at the seams so that they rip free.

“But you looked so delectable tonight baby. I just had to have a taste.”

His words sink into you, your face dropping in shock.

Surely he couldn’t mean to-

You gasp as he cuts your beautiful denim jacket from your skin. Leaving you in the short white summer dress that you had decided to wear out tonight. You panic and push him back with your free hand.

“Stop!” you plead.

He barely moves with the force of your push, he smiles and backs off. You watch as he shrugs his leather jacket off, rolling his shoulders and putting down the knife.

You curl back into a ball as you watch him circle your room. He picks up your wooden hairbrush from your dresser and examines it with a hum, before placing it on your bed.

You swallow again, vision blurry with tears as you watch him open your underwear drawer and rifle through your panties.

“You only have cotton in here. No lace?” he turns back to glance at you, “You expect me to believe a little thief like you isn’t a whore?”

“’m not a whore.” You murmur without thinking.

You watch him hold some of your pink panties up to the light, clenching them in his fist, before pushing them into his pocket. He continues his perusal through your room before making a sound of disappointment in the back of his throat.

“Where’s your vibrator?”

You don’t answer, looking down at the edge of your dress and trying to do your best to pretend he’s not there.

You mewl in protest when he grips your jaw and tilts your face up to meet his. His dark eyes bore into yours. You raise your hand to fight at him, but he catches it easily, pinning it back to the headboard.

He growls and presses his mouth to yours, and he enjoys the struggle you attempt beneath him. He licks at your lips and squeezes your jaw until your mouth pops open. You feel his tongue exploring your mouth invasively, licking over your teeth and pressing into the inside of your cheeks.

Angrily, you bite down on his tongue, but not hard enough to cause any damage because of the firm grip he has on your jaw. He pulls back with a hiss of pain anyway, you still managed to give his tongue a solid bite. He rears his hand back, and you squeeze your eyes shut for the impact. However, you only feel a gentle sting to your cheek as he pats you a little harshly.

Your eyes look up to meet his.

“You should be nice to me pretty girl, or not, I really don’t care.” He laughs in your face, “Now, where’s that vibe of yours?”

“I don’t have one.” You say angrily, looking away from him.

“Then what do you use to play with that kitty of yours?”

Your eyes dart to the hairbrush that he placed at the edge of your bed. He follows your line of sight and laughs with realization.

“Fuck. That’s really hot.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Ever had sex before?”

You refuse to answer his question.

He huffs and reaches under your skirt. You wriggle and fight to kick at him, but all you really do is help him slide your panties down your legs and off your body.

He doesn’t give you a chance to curl back into a ball. He gives your hips a tug, so that you end up on your back. He then folds your legs over your head so that his face is directly on your pussy. He makes sure that you can see him clearly. He wants you to watch as he violates your pretty flower.

“I asked you a question.” He says, his breath fanning over your pussy. You try to swing your legs or close them, but he holds your thighs perfectly in place, keeping you open to the cool air.

“Yes, I’ve had sex!” you relent, “but but but, I’ve only done it once in college!”

He hums, loving your sweet innocence.

“What about oral?” he asks, his fingers gently grazing your clit, “Has anyone ever licked this pretty cunt?”

“Noo,” you cry, “Please stop.”

He ignores your plead.

“Guess I’ll be the first person to lick these tight holes.”

You barely register the fact that he says ‘holes’ before you feel his tongue at your back entrance.

“Stop.” You beg, watching his tongue as it swirls around you.

You feel as he presses his tongue in, and you wiggle once more, trying to fight the intrusion.

He moans, coating the tight ring of muscle with a generous amount of saliva. He keeps you curled, with your knees firmly in line with your ears. He pulls back to look at you, a string of spit connecting his mouth to your back entrance. He smiles, using his fingers to massage the ring of muscle gently, watching you as you look helplessly at him.

When his eyes finally focus on your pussy, he smiles.

“You have no experience, but you’re still clearly a whore, look at how wet you got from me just licking that tight ass of yours.”

He reaches behind him to grab the hairbrush. He watches your eyes widen in fear.

He drops his mouth back down to continue his assault of your other hole. He waits until you part your mouth in shock, and maybe pleasure, to slip the handle of the brush into your mouth.

You make a noise of protest in the back of your throat that eventually gets silenced when he forces the handle of the brush deeper into your mouth. The handcuffs jingle as you try to pull free.

He stays there for a while, rocking the handle of the hairbrush in and out of your mouth while he rims you.

He then tugs the handle of the hairbrush from your mouth and you cough gently.

You watch in horror as he presses the tip of the spit-slicked handle to your entrance.

You try to throw him off, anything to stop him, but it’s no use.

He makes sure you’re watching as he presses the handle of the hairbrush into your pussy.

You cry out at the sensation you’re familiar with, but your eyes fill with tears as you watch the unfamiliar man rock the handle of the brush deeper into you.

“Stop. Stop. Please!”

He loves the sight of your pussy swallowing the wooden handle, his mouth easing back down to continue rimming you.

He keeps the pace slow, thoroughly enjoying your begging and pleading. He’s glad he didn’t gag you, your high pitched whimpers are music to his ears. His cock is aching in his pants, but he’s only getting started.

You back begins to hurt in this position, but all you can focus on is his tongue and the hairbrush as they work together to torment you.

You finally go quiet and he feels resistance in moving the hairbrush, meaning that you must be clenching hard around it.

Your eyes are closed, and your thighs are quivering.

He gives you a shit-eating grin when you finally open your eyes to look up at him. He slips the handle out of your pussy, appreciating the juices coating the brush.

“I can’t believe you just came from having a stranger fuck you with your own hairbrush.

He uncurls your body, laying you flat on the bed, he straddles your body, your wrist still gripped firmly in his hand. You sigh in relief when the pain on your back eases.

You tug at your cuffed hand weakly, “Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, please.”

“Let you go?” he says lightly, “But I haven’t even gotten a chance to fuck that thieving little pussy yet.”

You gasp out a sob at his words.

He smiles, running the tips of his fingers over your chest. You squirm in an attempt to avoid him. He slips the straps of your bra and your dress down your shoulders. His touch tickles your skin and you realize that he’s let your arm go.

You don’t hesitate to punch him square in the stomach. He grunts, and you take the opportunity of his distraction to buck your hips.

He grabs the headboard quickly, getting his balance as you fight to throw him off of you.

You go still when he reaches for the gun.

“No! wait please, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

His eyes are dark and consuming as he looks at the gun, a small smirk at the corner of his lips.

You shut your eyes as he presses the barrel of the gun against your head.

“Beg for your life.”

“Please don’t kill me,” you say holding back sobs, “I won’t fight back anymore please please please I’ll be a good girl.”

“Will you suck my cock to live?”

“Yes! I’ll do it.”

“Why don't you show me?”

“Wh- What?” You open your eyes in confusion. He drags the tip of the gun down the bridge of your nose and hovers over your lips.

“Show me how you’d suck my cock.”

Your lips tremble as you part them, eyes fixed on his, trying to read the emotions on his face.

Your face is hot as you raise your head to let the barrel of his gun slide into your mouth. The ridges of the gun catch on the sensitive parts on the inside of your cheek as you hollow them gently.

He groans and moves his body higher until he’s straddling your chest, but not applying any pressure. His other hand grips the back of your head and you don’t fight him when he starts moving your head back and forth. You try to get the barrel of the gun as wet as possible with your spit, hoping to please him into sparing your life. You gag as it hits the back of your throat. Finally, he smiles.

“Oh, you really are a good girl under all that fire huh? It’s a shame you had to steal from me, else I’d be pampering you instead.”

He slips the gun out of your mouth and instantly replaces it with his hard cock. Your jaw aches as you open to accommodate his length and girth. He presses the gun back to your forehead, silently warning you against trying anything to anger him. You raise your hand slowly, eyes fixed on his, letting him know your intention. He gives you a quick nod and you wrap your hand around the rest of his erection that can’t fit in your mouth.

“Y’mouth does really good work baby. Where’d you learn to suck cock like that? Do you let other boys into your mouth like this?” He knocks your hand away and pushes himself into your mouth fully. You kick your legs at the uncomfortable intrusion, tapping on his thigh, eyes pleading for mercy. He moans.

He ignores your silent begging for a moment longer, watching your eyes water before he pulls back.

You cough and sputter once again, trying to get air back into your aching lungs.

You’re trying to get a grip on yourself when he moves back and takes hold of your jaw and tilts your head up to face his.

“Show me your tongue.”

Confused, you open your mouth slowly and extend your tongue past your lips for him to see.

He sucks on his tongue briefly before letting a dollop of his saliva slip from his mouth.

You blink in surprise as his warm spit falls on your tongue.

“Swallow.” He says, his voice is rough and demanding, leaving no room for disobedience.

You do as he says, reopening your mouth to prove to him that you followed his command.

You watch as he studies you, drinking in your fearful expression… mixed with something exciting.

“You really are, such a pretty girl.” He says, running his fingers over your chest. He pushes the front of your dress down slowly, exposing your breasts to the open air.

You shiver when he grazes his fingers over your breasts. You barely flinch away when he pinches one of your nipples between his fingers.

You glance down at his hands, watching the way they trail across your skin.

“Please stop.” You try again.

He pouts at you, “But I don’t want to.”

He slots himself between your legs, pressing his cock snugly into the tight space between your thighs.

You cry out and shake your head.

“No, no no no, please sir, please mister please don’t.”

He listens to your pathetic begging. You watch his eyes widen and he pulls back a little. For a second you think he’s about to apologize and stop his assault. It's all pretend though, he laughs when he sees the hope spark in your expression.

Instead, his hand comes up to run his fingers through your folds. He huffs and grabs you by the back of your head, pulling you forward harshly towards him. Your bound hand is stretched almost painfully as he pulls your face to his.

He’s a breath away when he raises his other hand into your line of sight. You glance at it, seeing the wetness of your pussy drenching his fingers.

“If you didn’t want this, then why is your cunt fucking dripping for my cock hmm?” He gives a harsh tug to your hair and you yelp.

“You better answer me, or I’ll spank you with that same hairbrush I fucked you with earlier.”

Your eyes grow wide.

“I- I-“

He laughs, his mouth slants over yours, swallowing any sounds you were about to make.

“Too late.” He says simply.

"No! Please- ah!"

He flips you around so that you're on your stomach, with the bottom half of your body draped over his lap.

Billy's having way too much fun with you. He just loves the way you struggle and try to fight him. He could get used to you, keep you locked up. He loves the idea of coming home to you and having his way with you anytime he wants.

He gently pushes the skirt of your dress up your body. He groans when he sees your pretty ass on display like this. He catches sight of the wetness glistening between your folds and he can't help slipping his fingers through them.

Your squirming picks up and he grabs the back of your head and tugs your head back as far at it will go.

"Stop fucking moving and I'll consider letting you live after I'm done with you."

Your breaths come in small shudders. He feels you go still in his lap. He smiles and releases your hair.

You feel his fingers continue their probing of your wetness, you sigh and bury your face into the bed, quietly accepting your fate. You feel his fingers swirl around your clit and you jerk helplessly when you feel him pinch at the swollen bud.

You cry out harshly when the back end of the brush makes contact with your behind.

You try your best not to struggle, worried about his earlier threat. Was he really thinking to kill you after this?

He spanks you several times on each cheek, painfully, until there's streams of tears flowing down your face.

He can't help it, you just look so cute as you shake and quiver from his ruthless punishment. He presses his face into one of the round globes of your backside, feeling the heat of your skin warm his cheek.

Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

"Ow!" You say when his bearded cheek scratches at your sensitive skin. He makes sure to rub his face in just a little bit more, giving your sore flesh a nip of his teeth.

You don't fight him, which makes him a little upset.

"Okay, okay," he relents, rubbing the flat of his palm over your ass, "I won't kill you when I'm done with you, I promise. I won’t get too mad if you fight back either. You still can't scream though."

You whimper.

"Let me go." You beg.

He turns you back to your original position- flat on your back, with his body securely between your thighs.

You watch him think about your words, rolling his shoulders in thought.

"Nah." He finally says, before he's sliding his thick cock into you.

"No please no." You sob.

His lips part in pleasure.

"So fuckin tight." He says, sinking deeper into you until he bottoms out.

Your hand hits at him desperately, trying to push him back.

He grips your wrist in his hand easily and pins it next to your head.

He's so big, stretching you open uncomfortably. You're only a little glad that he didn't force himself into you immediately, making sure you at least got wet before his assault.

He leans forward to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth without any protest from you. You don't kiss back, opting to just let him have his way.

His pace picks up and you gasp in unwelcomed pleasure.

"There she is." He praises, "I bet you're thievin' little pussy loves this."

He circles his hips and you fight back another gasp.

"No, please, stop."

He laughs in your face, pounding into you harder.

"No please stop." He mocks in a light voice, "As if I can't feel you clenching around me."

Your body arches in response to your pending orgasm.

"'Bout to cum for me, little thief? Do it. Cum on my cock."

You shake your head in denial, but you both can feel it.

You squeeze his cock hard as your orgasm hits you. Trying to fight off the orgasm for so long has only intensified the oncoming pleasure. Your body shakes beneath him as you stutter out a moan, unable to hold back.

You drench his cock when you cum and it fills him with a sick sense of pleasure with the knowledge that you got off on your own violation.

"So cute." He says, watching the way he slips out of you.

"Will you let me go now?" You ask pleadingly.

His smile is sinister.

"Want me to let you go now little thief? But I didn't get to cum yet. Don't you want me to cum in that tight pussy?"

"No! Please don't! I- I'm not on any birth control! Please please no."

He laughs.

"Oh no." He says, pulling you onto a sitting position on his lap. Your arm is pulled taut again, leaving you to grasp for balance on his shoulder. He hasn't taken off any of his clothes but you're exposed in every place that matters.

"Whatever shall we do?" He teases as he slides you back onto his cock.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying your hardest to be any place but where you are.

His cock is a constant reminder though, pumping you full and stretching you out. Your sensitive ass rubs against the coarse material of his pants, constantly reminding you of your current predicament.

He slows his rough pace and you open your eyes to look down at him.

His gaze hasn't left yours, soaking in the pleasured look you're fighting back.

"Spit in my mouth."

You shake your head and turn away from him.

"C'mon little thief, you're doing so well, don't make me reach for my gun again."

Your lips tremble as you turn back to him in defeat.

You gather some saliva at the tip of your tongue, and watches as he opens his mouth for you. You let it slip past your lips and watches as it coats his tongue. He moans and fucks up into you faster. He closes his mouth and swallows.

"Now you're inside me too."

You bite your lips as you cum for a second time, resting your weight on his, resigned to your fate. He kisses your cheek as you let him use you in any way he wants.

He kisses at your exposed breasts and you whine, hoping that he cums soon.

"Want you to cum one more time thief, can you do that f'me?"

"No." You whine.

His pace picks up and you cry out.

"Yeah you can, come on, show me how much you really loved my cock. Come for me."

"No, no, no!"

Your orgasm hits anyway, disregarding anything your mind has to say about it. You don't think about the consequences when you rear your hand back to slap him hard.

He gives the opposite reaction from what you expect, burying himself deep into you and groaning while he cums hard. You feel his warm spend, and the pulsing of his cock as he fills you.

He slips himself out and groans as he watches his cum drip from you.

"Will you let me go now?" You ask meekly.

He presses a kiss to your lips, hands grabbing at your sore ass.

"I'm just getting started, thief."

#I'M SORRY #IT JUST KIND OF HAPPENED #Dark!Billy Russo #Dark! Billy Russo x reader #my writings #Taste of a Poisoned Paradise #billy russo #did not reread because i am scared

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