#paid shirts are the best they're so comfy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

erin-bo-berin · 2 years

Note

I would love it to be with obscenity! maybe with what you mentioned that he jokes that they're some pillows and has an obscene ending with him paying special attention to her boobs, thanks for answering <3

Oh man this is gonna be fun to write cause I swear he’s a kid in a candy store when it comes to boobs. I’m a hundred percent sure he’s told Robin at some point that they’re magical LMAO

Boobies

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut (at the end)

You’d spent time when you were much younger, very self conscious of your bigger boobs.

You were the first of your friends to start developing them and it was a constant amazement to your friends. At the time, you’d been a proud middle schooler, pleased to have been one of the firsts to start puberty.

As middle school went on though, they didn’t seem to stop growing. You remember 12 year old you actually researching if there was a food you could eat to make them stop growing.

Now, a few years out from high school and you’d learned to appreciate them much more. They might be annoying sometimes, but they were a part of you. During real good times, they made you feel sexy, empowered. You owned them, you didn’t let them own you like you’d once did.

But what truly made the difference was your boyfriend Steve.

Not that you needed any self assurance from a man, but he knew how to appreciate your body so much that it made you appreciate it as well. He was definitely a boob guy and he showed his appreciation for them often. But it wasn’t always sexual.

Although, it could be.

It came in small compliments and inside jokes between you two.

“Your boobs like great in that top babe,” he’d comment casually, just out of the blue, on a common Tuesday.

Never anything sexual behind the comment, just a genuine compliment.

“You should wear that dress because it makes your boobies look wonderful,” would be another thing he’d say, if you had trouble picking an outfit.

He was just simply stating a fact in his loving, Steve-like way.

Other times he’d tease you, things that stayed between you two and kind of became inside jokes.

One time after being intimate, he was just fondling one of your breasts, innocently.

“You know you have great stripper tits,” he’d said with the straightest face ever.

You’d launched into hysterics. It was such a typical Steve thing to say and the fact it wasn’t meant in a crude way, just made it even better. His laughs soon joined yours as he claimed he was serious.

For a while after, cracks about your “stripper tits” would make you wheeze, every time he brought it up.

He also loved to use your chest as a pillow, joking that they were the best pillows ever.

“They’re so comfy,” he whined once, when you tried to push his head away to get up.

He’d lay his head against them, content to stay there as long as you ran your fingers through his hair, playing with it.

For all his innocence, he really did enjoy them when you became intimate. In fact, it was probably his favorite part of your body—which was saying a lot since he loved your body.

He paid special attention to them, cupping them, massaging them in his rough palms. He teased and licked every spot he physically could.

He also loved leaving hickeys all over them, even high enough to be shown above the neckline of your shirt.

“Just to make sure people know these are all mine to enjoy,” he smirked against your skin.

It drove him absolutely crazy to see you laid out, bare chested, big boobs covered in his love bites. It made him harder than a rock.

His tongue circles your nipple before sucking the hardened nub into his mouth. His tongue flicking against it, he grinned against your skin at your moans.

When his mouth isn’t occupied with one, his hand is paying attention to the other. Kneading it roughly, pulling at your nipple between fingertips and rolling it between his fingers, sure to give you the maximum amount of pleasure.

When he pulls his mouth away from one breast, he’s sure to not leave the other unattended. The cool air hits your nipple, making you shiver from where his spit has moistened your skin. His lips are red from sucking, but he’s definitely eager to play with the other one.

He does, taking his time as he flicks your nipple teasingly. When he pulls it into his mouth, he’s met with you sweet moans in his ears.

He absolutely loves your large boobs. In more ways than just one.

And he certainly could stay in this position forever, if you were to let him.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things smut

651 notes · View notes

satancopilotsmytardis · 9 months

Note

A being super confident and like sweet talking B to no extent, and then B just rolls their eyes and leans in and grazes their hand on A’s thigh and they just. straight up stop functioning.

This with Shigadabihawks if you feel comfy :)

Prompt: A being super confident and like sweet talking B to no extent, and then B just rolls their eyes and leans in and grazes their hand on A’s thigh and they just. straight up stop functioning

Shigaraki is not sure how this happened. The first time he heard about Dabi attempting to recruit Hawks, his second in command had been very blunt about how much of a risk this was, how he was pretty sure that Hawks was a spy and he was looking into him to make sure he didn't get the upper hand over them. Had asked permission to let him attend the rebranding of the PLF. Wonders if the fact he was still so injured and distracted with everything else going on is what led him to missing how Dabi's eyes lingered on the pretty hero. Had noticed how those bright golden eyes lingered on Dabi. Not that he could really blame either of them, they're both gorgeous, surprised more people don't stare at the two of them when they're walking around the villa. And they'd started walking around more. Dabi had started bringing Hawks into more private League spaces, had let Hawks get to know them. Always promised he was being careful and Tomura generally trusted Dabi's judgement. So he had let him do as he pleased.

Wonders if he should have paid more attention because then maybe he wouldn't have been so taken off guard the morning he'd come into the kitchen, the League had claimed a floor to themselves that effectively functioned as their own little dormitory area, and seen Hawks in one of Dabi's shirts, cut open for his wings and a pair of sleep shorts, and Dabi in his pajama bottoms and nothing else. Livid scratches running down the arsonist's back, bruises and teeth marks all bitten into Hawks' neck and shoulders. He had blinked, wondered what Dabi had to do to unlock the romanceable path with the hero and said nothing. They'd just told him 'good morning' and moved on. Which. Fine. Whatever. If Dabi wants to put his dick in a honeytrap that's fine, knows his number two is smart enough to not let anything important slip.

But that had, unfortunately, kicked off Hawks just being part of the League. Bonded with the others, was almost always around, the information he'd been giving was getting better and better. Kept idly wondering if Dabi was manipulating the hero with the relationship, but it doesn't seem like it. They seem... happy. Which. Fine. Good for them. Someone deserves to be happy as they work towards their goals. He is absolutely not bitter about this. He wasn't involved with Dabi. Hadn't been looking to get involved either. It's just that... he had thought the other man had felt the same way. Has been goading and flirting with him for months but they both usually just rolled their eyes and let it drop whenever it felt like anything might start to happen. Because they had more important things to worry about than getting involved with each other. Had thought that maybe they were too busy for relationships. Clearly Dabi isn't too busy for Hawks though. Can't even really be mad because Hawks is... good. Broken like the rest of them, witty, sharp, ruthless, fun. Can absolutely see what drew Dabi in. Disturbed with his own lack of restraint when he feels himself being drawn in too. Can't do that. Does his best to shake it. Doesn't think about it.

Tries not to think about it, but it's very fucking hard to do when the two are the clingiest motherfuckers on the planet and being in a relationship with Hawks has not stopped Dabi from flirting with him. Does it in front of Hawks too and the hero always seems vaguely amused. Clearly doesn't feel threatened by it, always gives a bright laugh when he dryly shoots Dabi down. Kind of enjoys that sound as much as he enjoys watching Dabi pout every time. Cute, both of them. Really tempted to put his own hand over his face and end this all because he is going to lose his mind if this doesn't let up soon.

Is trying to just pass through the living room on his way to another meeting with Re-Destro about Detnerat when he spots the two of them half cuddled up on the couch together and Dabi's head pops up and locks onto him,

"Duster,"

"What?" Pauses a few feet from the couch, almost grateful for the distraction. Almost.

"Movie night?"

He sighs. They haven't done that since the beginning. Since most of them were living at the bar together, since their debut at the training camp before everything went horribly, horribly wrong. "No. Why are you asking?" Has a good idea already.

Dabi leans his head back against the couch, a slow wolfish smile curling over his face that shows his teeth and makes his staples sparkle in the overhead lights. Even with the scars, Dabi's features are too soft to be anything other than pretty. Thinks that Hawks is on the same page as him because his wings are getting a little fluffier and he's seen the two abruptly leave a room often enough to know what that means. "Toga wants to and she said you already shot her down."

"I told her that you all can do what you want. I'm busy."

"Okay, but we want you to be at movie night too."

He sighs. "I already told her no. Why does she think you're going to be able to change my mind?" Knows but this is the kind of prodding they always do. Is already trying to shuffle around meetings in his head to clear up enough time to spent it with the League.

"Because you think I'm way prettier than her and like it when I bat my eyelashes at you and beg." Fucking. Dabi does just that, batting his eyelashes over those stupidly pretty blue eyes and he is going to kill him. "Come on, please boss, we've barely spent any time together outside of work stuff in weeks."

Hawks also half turns to level him with puppy eyes too, "It would be nice to have everyone together for some quality time." Pretty sure the bird means 'flock time', pretty sure the hero has adopted them as much as they've adopted him. Tomura takes a slow breath. With a quirk as dangerous as his, he has gone nearly his whole life practicing meticulous control. Takes every fucking ounce of it to not kill them both as they look at him with their big eyes and simpering, manipulative little smiles.

Manages not to grit his teeth as he finally says, "Fine. Spinner gets to pick what we watch though."

Feels a bit of vindictiveness surge through him at their delighted triumphant smiles. Dabi immediately stops simpering and pulls out his phone, probably to text the others and brag. Hawks grins at him before turning to pay attention to whatever Dabi is typing. Has been doing very, very well controlling himself around the two of them despite their teasing. He can't be blamed for slipping just a little bit. Moves so he's standing right behind where they're sitting on the couch and leans down so that his head is nearly between theirs, reaches around so that he can put a hand on both of them, just two fingers at first, just barely above their knees. Extremely satisfying when they both go rigid under that barely-there touch.

"Firefly, little bird, if you two don't stop teasing," drags his hands up a little higher, adding another finger. Dabi's breath hitches and Hawks' cheeks start to pink. "I'm going to start to think you two really do want me in your bed." Moves a little higher, curls four fingers around their thighs. Hawks' wings rustle and fluff as he feels Dabi's temperature go high enough he thinks he can smell the faintest traces of smoke. He hums in the back of his throat, delighting in the way that the light sound makes the two of them shiver. "Be more than happy to join you if you two stop playing and come and ask nicely for me to take you apart. You already know how much I like to hear you beg." Extremely satisfying when Hawks makes a choked little avian sound and Dabi's unscarred skin flushes bright red. Neither of them say anything though, looking like a pair of deer caught in headlights. Figures he's already pushing his luck. Can't really make it worse, can he? Presses a kiss to Hawks' cheek, skin smooth and perfect, before turning to press one to the staples curving over Dabi's roughened skin, nearly burning with how hot his temperature has gone with his blush. Gets another strangled sound out of the both of them before he straightens up and continues on his way to the door. Hopefully that will keep the two of them from being so insufferable for a little while.

Though given how absolutely flustered they are, maybe it will actually get them into his bed. A win-win either way really.

Thanks for submitting!

#shigadabihawks #mha fanfiction #ask #my writing #asks #writing prompt #prompt response

12 notes · View notes

kippydraws · 4 years

Photo

It be me! I recently got a hair cut so now my hair is even shorter lol It’s fluffy now though so that’s fun

#KMintart #sona #persona #digital art #paid shirts are the best they're so comfy

9 notes · View notes

zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

Text

Run run lost boy...

Living on the streets was definitely like living on hell.

Being kicked out and threaten to death after the... incident; Chisaki had no idea what to do... an cursed orphan could little to provide himself on a sick world like this... Heroes didn't even looked at him. Why would they? What importance would it give to them to help a abandoned dirty child on the streets?

He was alone and he accepted that quite easily for his dismay... after all. He has been alone as far as he could remember.

His feet were so sore... walking bare foot on the hot street and occasionally grass from parks let his skin all itchy and with bubbles.... yet he couldn't stop. He knew the risks of being a minor and walking alone... only God could provide his safety if there was even one... maybe he was abandoned by him as well...

His stomach growled as he hissed. Supporting himself on a wall of an alley to rub at his tummy... to his horror, his bones were staring to peak out under his shirt...

The last time he had eaten were hours before his quirk had activated for the very first time... and it had been days already. His eyes burned at the pain yet no tear came... he couldn't. He showed weakness once and look at what happened.

The boy only clenched his grip on the bare skin of his tummy and continued to walk.

A man walking on a bike shouted and he dodged quickly as he saw it with wide eyes the man shouting obscenities to him... His gaze travelled from the path the biker had took and his golden orbs gleamed at seing the huge street market.

His interested got the best of him and he could only gulp loudly as his feet carried his frail body to the market.

Dodging ocassionaly adults and disobedient whiny childs who begged for a toy or a pantry.

He stared at the place in wonder until he flinched at hearing a man shouting at the owner of some stand... The man hitted his hand harshly on the table and it happened to fall a onigiri right in front of his feet.

He frowned at it before crouching down to pick between his bony hands as he stared at it.... it had just fell on the ground and it even got some dirt around it... but he was just so hungry and weak.. He knew better than complain about the only edible thing he had been gifted.

His mouth invonluarialy salivated when he opened hesitantly.... disgust present on his face... yet he closed his eyes tightly and took a huge bite out of it....

God, how long has it been since he eaten something to just feel goosebumps at swallowing a piece of food? He even let out a shaky sigh as his hands trembled and eaten the rest of the thing like a animal... not caring anymore if he could get sick or not... he had to eat something. Anything...

"Good eh?" He widened his eyes at the voice above him and gasped before tripping and falling on his butt on the floor.

The man was smoking a cigarette while smirking down at him with crossed arms. A cap covering half of his sweaty and greasy face.

"The money runt. If you get something you have to paid for it." He growled as Chisaki gulped.

"I... don't have-" he grunted and clenched at the rough hand whose grabbed him by the hem of his torn out shirt and lifted him up on the air.

"Now listen here you street rat! Or you pay now or I am going to cut your hands outta of that limb body for you to learn how to not steal from the others!" He shouted, getting the attention of a bunch of the people around... but no one did anything.

He cried for the man to let go, screamed, kicked his legs to try to get out... nothing worked. He pressed his hands against the man's arm and hand but it did nothing.

Why?! Why wouldn't it work when he needed?! Why his curse couldn't just work?! Why couldn't he control it...?!

Tears started to gather on his eyes as desperation and the man only shouted louder at him. Grabbing a knife nearby with his free hand as Kai only squirmed even more to try to get out of the man's grasp.

"LET GO-!"

"No one steal from my stand boy!" He shouted back before he stopped on his tracks when a toy made of wood hit his head. Distracted enough he let go of chisaki whose fell on the ground harshly.

"Why don't you mess with someone of your size?!" A child's voice shouted and he looked up to see a kid, around his age or younger with tears on her eyes as she curled her fists on her little hands...

"What is that?!" The man cursed, holding onto the side of his face where the toy made a little cut "Wanna get punished as well you little brat?!"

The girl widened her eyes in fear before she crouched and picked a rock. Throwing on another's man head whose immediatly demanded to know whose was it.

"Him!" You pointed at the man as Chisaki only blinked as the males started to argue before he felt someone grab his wrist and pull him up from the ground.

"Come on!" You shouted and started to run, pulling him along with you, just when the man noticed you two had run off.

"GET THOSE LITTLE THIEFS!"

He could hear the shouts but the only thing his body could do was run along with as his mind tries to process why the heck you did that?... why were you risking yourself with... him?

You pulled him to an alley and gasped when both of you saw the salespeople running after you both.

"Here!" You started to climb as he only could follow... it was better than a bunch of old man trying to beat you up for a onigiri...

You two reached the rooftop but he widened his eyes at seing one of sailors had quirk which teleported him and another had wings.

Just when one of the wings went to grab your arm, he slapped his hand away before a hero passed by and got him.

Although the other was running towards you two.

"Dammit..." he muttered before he saw you looking at the edge of the building before looking at him.

"On three we jump, okay?" You breathed out as he widened his eyes.

"Arw you nu-"

"THREE!" you grabbed his hand and jumped, both of you screaming before falling onto bags of trash which prevented your fall to hurt you both.

"Where are they?!" You two looked at each other and hearing the voices up above before you grabbed his hand and lead him to hide on a hole it ha don one of the walls of the alley.

"Look around! Pests like them cant had gotten that far!"

"Come on dude. Let it be..." you two heard it and you put your finger on your lips while looking at him as he breathed in and out to catch his air back.

"Fine! Such a fucking prejudice though..."

The voices were getting away and away before you poked your head out of you guys hidding spot and giggled before crawling your way out. Patting your clothes out of dirt you after extended your hand at the hole where he was still curled up.

"Here. They're gone now.." your voice was so... soft. Caring. Sweet... he rarely got to hear someone talking like that to him as he slowly and hesitantly crawled his way out... but never touching your hand.

"You're okay?" You tilted your head and went to brush your fingers in his bony arm but he stepped back while looking away.

"I'm fine..." you demonstrated for one second a look of hurt but soon it was replaced by a relieved smile.

"I'm glad!" He looked at you hesitantly and frowned at how kind you were being towards him... it was clear as day that he didn't had nothing to give back... what did you want it?

"You're still hungry... aren't you?" You frowned at him as he tsked.

"No-" his body betrayed him when a loud growl was heard by both of you... his cheeks flushed at the sound and it got worse when you stiffled your chuckles by your two small and healthy hands... so different from his ones.

"I am hungry too.. I can pick something that is not from the ground though." You montioned for him to come and before he knew you grabbed his hand on yours and pulled him.

He clenched his jaw tight but didn't muttered a single sound as you dragged him. He occasionally looked at how well dressed you were compared to him... disapproving and weird looks that both of you received.

You pushed a glass door, making a bell sound to echo in the air as he looked around a what it seemed like a bakery... the air was so warm and the aroma of breads and cakes filled the space as he ocassionaly sniffed and sighed in content...

It was such a clean place... the ground could even show his own reflection as he looked at it... the contrast of his dirty and bony self to a classic clean noble place was huge...

"Go sit!" You chirped while letting go of his hand... for some reason... he looked at his hand and holded it with his other one... it felt... wrong. He never was one of physical contact... yet, he felt more empty than usual when your warm hand let go of his cold one.

He rubbed at his hand and walked around until he found somewhere to seat...it was so comfy and soft compared to the streets and benches he had to sleep on...

His golden orbs were fixated on the table before looking up to see you standing on your tip toes, talking to an old man whose smiled down at you and handed you a bag.

You jumped your way towards him and sit down on his side with a smile. His face lowered as if he wanted to hide between his shoulder blades. You searched don the bag and got a nice and fluffly kind of bun and placed on his front on a paper.

"Its a milk bread! Takashi-san is the best on doing those!" You smiled as he frowned and slowly uncurled his legs and stared at the bread in front of him... occasionally poking hesitantly.

You giggled at the aprehensive look he gave to you before you put your hands on teh table and bounced.

"Go on!" You encourage as he pursued his lips together with a frown before hesitantly grabbing the piece of bread between hsi trembling hands as he sniffed... taking a little bite before hsi golden eyes widened at it.

You looked at him eating desperately as he chugged down bread after bread on his mouth... crumbs stuck on his face as he could only be described at the moment as a animal whose was finally eating the hunt he so long searched for.

After eating he let out a little burp making him blush red as you giggled.

"Hope that was enough.." you smiled as he stared at you with parted lips before returning to look at his lap as he fidget with his hands.

"Why.. why this?" He spoke quietly, his voice scratchy and hoarse... how long has it been since he had a normal conversation? He didn't know.

"This what?"

"... I can't pay back..." he mumbled while scracthing lightly his forearm, not daring to look up "Dont have... money for it."

"I just wanted to help-" You smiled before hesitantly putting your hand on his shoulder yet retreading as he flinched harshly na d stared at you like if you had burned him.

"Sorry." You mumbled sadly "You don't like others to touch you, right?"

He could only nod warily as you brought your legs up to sit on them.

"Sorry. I wont do it again." You smiled as he breathed in and out before slowly lowering his guard. "Do you... have a name?"

"... Chisaki." He mumbled, looking down "Chisaki Kai..."

"That's a nice name." You said and pointed at yourself with a big tootheless smile "I'm (L/n) (Y/n)! But call me (Y/n)."

He looked warily at you before gulping and reaching for your hand... his skin felt warm again at only getting closer as you let his bony hand touch yours to test the waters...

Your hands reached up at the height of your chests as he stared at it... how soft and how perfect it was how you rand his hand got together.

"(Y/n)..." he tested on his own little scratchy voice before he looked up at the bell ringing... two males in black yukatas entered and talked with the old man occasionally.

"Oh... the yakusa" you muttered as he snatched his hand back at noticing the heat coming back to his cheeks.

"Ya..yaku..?"

"The yakusa. The Shie Hassaikai." You muttered with a smile as you pointed at the two males receiving a package the old man gave to them. "Those are the lower rank I guess... Takashi-san told me once. They only come pick up what the "big guy" demands."

"Its a mafia." He mused out loud as you nodded.

"You know. Takashi-san raised me since my parents died on a accident because a hero was fighting a villain... they were on a building where he was threw off and... happened." You sighed as he looked at you.

His parents were terrible and even called the heroes on him... and the one who helped him had their parents taken away of them because of one.

What kind of justice is this..?

"The big guy helped Takashi-san to raise me so basically we own them lots!" You smiled as he nodded with a poker face.

"(Y/n)-chan." The old man came up and Chisaki flinched away and got down from the seat "I'm sorry, but we need to close... this friend of yours can't stay here."

"But-!" You heard a bell ringing and gasped at sieng that Chisaki had left and ran out of the store before you whined when Takashi grabbed your arm.

"Kai-kun!!" He stopped on his tracks and looked at you aprehensively as you wiggled on the old man's grasp. "I want to see you again! Can we?! Pleaseee???"

He widened his eyes at your words as a breeze of wind passed by as his dark brow looks flew... despite the wind... his frail amd bony body were warm and... fuzzy.

For the first time... the muscles of his face moved... his lip moved on his own and curled up...

He smiled for the first every time on his life...

He nodded and his face flushed when you squealed and waved at him as the old man laughed. He waited for you to enter the bakery to start to walk again... but that never happened.

Because this day aparently were teh day his butt was going to be sore because goddammit another one he tumbles over and falls back.

"Oh. I'm sorry kid." A older voice pronounced as he grunted and looked up... the sun made it difficult to see the man's face "What the.. the state you're in boy, where are your parents?"

The mere mention of them made him shiver and the man quickly noticed that.

"I see... got no place to call it home..." he furrowed his eyebrows and crouched down on his level as he looked up.

"Say..." he looked up amd saw the face of the man as he blinked "What's your name?"

Years passed by...

The screech Mimic lwt put was enough for him to flinch and messed up on his a signature he was doing it on one of the papers.

His eye twitched before he let out a breath and got up only to be stopped by seing you entering his office... beautiful as always.

"The precepts today were glad that I brought goods of the bakery." You giggled while he allowed himself to take his mask off to let out a chuff and to pinch his bare nose with his gloved hand.

"Grown up ass adults and you come by to leave breads and cakes... what a great partner for our Shie Hassaiakai."

"Oh hush." You pouted while putting the trail on the coffe table and huffing with your hands on your hips "I'm sorry that I cant be perfect for the all mighty future leader of the Hassaikai boyfriend of mine!" You bowed mockingly as you snorted at the chuckled he let out.

"You're ridiculous..." he rested hsi head on his hands as you poked your tongue out.

"And you're boring." You placed down on his desk a plate as he eyed suspiciously before smirking.

"Milk bread I see." He grabbed a piece between his fingers and immediately put it on his mouth as he got up and you standed in front of him.

"How is that?"

"... Perfect." He allowed a rare smile to show on his lips as you smiled back at the man you had the pleasure of knowing even on his worst state.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha villains x reader #bnha villains #zuffer writings #kid kai #yeeeee im startung to get inspiration omg thats rare

167 notes · View notes

whackmewithwhump · 3 years

Text

Intro to The BoxCutters

Okay guys, for once I promised something and I'm gonna deliver. This is a band of OC's that I created and very much would like to put into compromising and fun whumpy situations. This is a brief overview of the band members, and their personality, but I do have quite a bit of worldbuilding and other details all in my head about this stuff. So without further ado, meet the new crew, and don't hesitate to tell me what you think!!

Chante: (26, asexual, panromantic) okay so Chante is our lead man. He sings and plays lead guitar, but sometimes he plays the keyboard, or will hop on and surprise the crowd with some other instrument.

He actually has a degree in engineering, but has always loved music. Many people would describe him as a bit of a prodigy, he's the sort of guy who can pick up and play most instruments, but the credit goes to his hard work more than anything else. He's dedicated to his craft and it paid off big time over the years.

He's incredibly friendly and open. The sort of guy who sees a room of strangers as a room of future friends. He's great at networking and making connections for the band, and is well loved by most people. He can be a little bit of a control freak sometimes if people aren't taking things as seriously as he is, and can also wear himself down by not knowing his limits.

He absolutely rocks crop tops, is a total morning person, collects guitars and treats them like his babies (can unintentionally be a bit of a snob about it), and he gives music lessons as a side hustle.

Keiko: (25, straight) Keiko is our bassist, she's a huge stoner, and an original member of the band. She's a pretty good songwriter, and has written a lot for them over the years. She's got a wicked sense of style and a wicked sense of humour. Probably the ultimate memelord of the group. She's messy in all senses of the word, gets distracted and ends up in drama. She's not afraid to stand up for herself or for others, but is very much a sweetheart. She's just a sweetheart that is incredibly blunt.

Keiko makes herself at home wherever she is. She can get comfy and take a nap anywhere. She's incredibly artistic, and usually has several projects on the go. She's got big ambition but little follow through. She has two pet rabbits, Peter and Apple Juice, and she would die for either of them and gives them the best life possible. She's a big lover of animals, including all of the critters that people are generally scared of, and would scold anyone who dare even think about squishing a bug. She's got a tattoo sleeve inspired by the Great Barrier Reef.

Lastly, she lives in a house with Tyson, they've been roommates for years, along with a rotation of various strangers. The two of them are the big trouble makers of the group, and often have a rather annoying friends with benefits thing going on with each other while they're bored. It doesn't even cause friction, because they have zero romantic interest in each other, but it's definitely not the best use of either of their time.

Sadie: (26, lesbian) Sadie is a guitarist and singer and the newest member of the band, introduced to them by Chante after he'd graduated from university. It was the two of them that really got the band up and running again. She's incredibly organized, and with Chante's executive skills, they whipped thing back into shape.

She doesn't usually sing lead, but on occasion she will. Whether she's leading or being a second vocalist, she has a really powerful and beautiful voice that brings a lot of texture and life to the sound of their music. Out of the group, her stage presence is the most different to her everyday personality. On stage she unleashes this monster of a performer, and always gives her all to put on a show. She'd be the most likely to stage dive and crowdsurf.

Otherwise, she is the most subdued and lowkey of the gang. She's not quiet or shy per se, but she has lots of intention behind what she says. Sadie is also a massive flirt, and a bit of a hoe, but we don't slutshame her. She's always getting with the ladies, and has many short term relationships, but things never get too serious before she sorta gets scared and dips.

Her style is very simple and clean cut (my drawing is kind of extremely casual compared to what she'd usually wear). She's the sort of person to iron all of her clothes, and buttons her shirts all the way to the top. She makes this very put together look seem incredibly edgy, but the mullet helps with that. Unlike Chante, she doesn't collect guitars, but has two that are reliable and that she cherishes and will use till they're falling apart. (Oh and she's a total lightweight)

Tyson: (25, bi) Tyson is our drummer. He has been a percussionist since a young age, and ended up being quite the band geek in high school because of it. He loves to mess around with the toys (percussion toys, you sickos) but his passion has always been drumming in its various forms. He gets to whack things, what's not to love? The Boxcutters were his idea, and it was his humble garage where the band got its start as angsty teens. A classic origin story.

His parents were mostly happy for him to be engaged in anything that kept him out of trouble, since he has ADHD that leans very much towards the hyperactivity side, as it often does with males, and he struggled a lot throughout his childhood with being quite disruptive. He is very competitive, and sometimes takes things too far because of this, and will never turn down a dare. Fortunately his friends are around and are pretty good at reining him in when they need to. Being the third out of four children in his family, he's always felt the need to get attention, which he usually tries to get by being a class clown sort of character, but he often doesn't know when is the right time for that stuff. On top of it all, he's a chronic oversharer. He unintentionally is rude a lot of the time, or can sometimes snap and be mean, but he almost always is willing to accept responsibility and apologize once he's cooled down.

He's great at a party and fiercely loyal, a sweetie that sometimes tries to be tough but it just ends up being very funny.

#feel free to send asks abt them #especially if it's about sick stuff #i didn't include much abt that here #the boxcutters #new ocs babey #lmk what you think #are you team apple juice or team peter

5 notes · View notes

swinging-from-my-cable · 3 years

Text

Good gravy, Hawk....

Here’s some answers, but keep in mind that the story takes place in outer colony space. Also, this project is so much in its infancy that I don’t have a total plot, just Act 1 ends with a specific event, Act 3 is the final resolution of a conflict I’m not even sure of much yet.

Annual festivals vary wildly by colony. The inner colonies, the ones most controlled by the Cybe have a lot of state-sponsored, state-approved holidays: things to celebrate the birthdays of the first leaders, treatise day (unification day). Individual inner colonies might celebrate seasonal events, like tree flowering viewings, harvest days. Everything is very ceremonial and dignified. Childrens' Day is incredibly popular throughout the inner and outer colonies. The outer colonies are more likely to have hero days that aren't Cybe-approved, and more folk-hero like figures are celebrated on a local basis. For outer colonies that aren't mining hell-holes, seasonal festivals like the fish leap (basically when a lot of fish are swimming upstream and are easy to catch) are celebrated by localities. There are a few religions that each have their own holy days for their deities, their saints, etc. Neither Rone nor Navie are particularly religious, but the “cargo” is.

For the most part, everyone goes for the trusty "firearm". They don't use gunpowder, but I'm not sure if I want to go full energy weapon, or Mass Effect's "at super speed, everything is a bullet" yet. Preferred style is based on occupation. Mercenaries might go for small gattling-type guns, but the main duo mostly stick to smaller weapons: handguns, rifles. It depends on the fight, but neither goes anywhere unarmed, unless specifically asked to as part of making a deal.

Rone likes a little pizzazz, some panache, when dressing. Nothing ostentatious, but he's going to add a little color, a pop of something when off ship. He loves warm colors, reds and yellows. His shirt collar might be colored, or his undershirt, or maybe his belt, but never more than one at a time, and his boots are always shined. Navie goes more muted, sticking to colors that let her blend. She owns maybe two dresses for occasions that demand them. She's much more comfy in nondescript shirts and pants. She does have a little jacket that has no real sentimental value except that it's old, comfy and hers. Navie and Rone have few keepsakes of their mother, all of which reside on-ship, but Rone does keep the little bracelet Aleniya gave him on his wrist whenever they aren't "on a break". Both also have some basic body armor for more risky situations, and Navie has a nice eyepiece for monitoring heat signatures and such when needed. They're smugglers and thieves for hire, so they don't have tons of money, especially because they don't affiliate with any one organization or family, but they have enough (once ship maintenance is paid for). Aleniya dresses in either her bar uniform or simple, colorful clothes. She likes her skirts swishy. Their contacts are a mix of styles, some of them electing to high-tech bodysuits with monitoring functions and eyepieces and visors, some who bring enough bodyguards with them that they dress without any armor or accoutrement of defense. The Cortosos (one of the organized crime families) are always impeccably dressed, ties, suits, nice dresses, all perfectly fit and often custom made

Most of the outer colonies are terraformed moons and small “bubble” towns. Once upon a time, most of them were purely mining locations, and it was only after hyperspace fuel could be synthesized that they really started dying. Of course, getting off the colony, let alone making it to inner civilization is...well, good luck. Terraformed locations tend to be pretty mono-climate: just enough oxygen, just enough moisture, but often windy, just barely warm/cool enough. Of my named locations, the primary moon of Praxia has the most varied climate: a few weather patterns mostly consisting of alternating dry and wet weather. It doesn’t get cold enough for snow, but also doesn’t get too hot. All things considered, for those living in those outer colonies, this moon of Praxia (the only inhabited moon and Praxia itself is a gas giant), is probably the best place to be.

#long post #worldbuilding #the untitled scifi project #thank you hawk!

0 notes