#Black Bear decal

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[luveline]

omg would die for a concussion fic with remus <33

—your concussion causes moderate memory loss, and you forget some very important details about your relationship with Remus. fem, 1.3k

“This is nice.” 

You toy with the ring on Remus’ finger, turning it around and around and around. With your weight bearing down on his right arm and your hand secured around his left to stop him from moving, there isn’t much he can do besides say, “Yeah?” 

“I love when guys wear rings.” 

“I had a suspicion.” 

You wince as stars flash through your vision, pausing in your toying to press your face into his chest. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

“I can see black and white spots.” 

“Oh, no,” he says sympathetically. “Close them, dovey. Take a breather.” 

The chair under you is uncomfortable, your back aches, your head twinges, but Remus is comfortable to lean again. He’s wearing one of his big hoodies, old enough to feel like brushed cotton under your cheek and against your nose, decals washed away. He steals his hand back to pat your shoulder, an image of patience. 

“Sorry. This isn’t a good second date.” 

Remus leans down to talk near your ear. “Dove,” he whispers, “this isn’t our second date, remember?” 

“It’s not?” 

“No, sweetheart. But that’s okay.” 

“You’re really handsome so I don’t want to mess it up.” 

“Mess what up, the date?” he asks. “You didn’t mess it up, it went very well. It was a year ago, but.” He smiles, his breath warming your face, his arm hot around you and securing you to his chest.

“A year ago?” 

“Yeah, a year ago. We went to winter wonderland and the bookshop by the train station and you wouldn’t let me buy you any books.” He laughs softly. “But I got you one eventually. A couple by now, at least.” 

“That’s nice.” 

“You’ve bought me a hundred more, it’s awful.” 

You raise your head to squint at him. “I have?”

“So many,” he whispers, dipping his chin down to kiss your nose, to your wide-eyed delight. “But you let me look after you in other ways.” 

“Let you?” 

“Yes, let me. It’s part of…” He cups your cheek quickly. “Sickness and health and everything. I have to keep you happy.” 

“Ah.” His ring is warm on your cheek. “Sickness and health, like we’re married.” 

“Something like that.” 

You straighten up as someone behind you coughs aggressively. A little further down a baby cries against a mother’s chest, and the TV plays a quiz show you’re starting to hate. Moving your head has black haunting the sides of your vision again, the light seeping in from the automatic doors too much to handle. 

“I’ve asked Sirius to bring you some sunglasses.” 

You turn around. “Sirius, that’s the one with the motorbike?” 

“Yeah. He should be quick. But maybe they’ll have called you in again by then and we can go home.” 

That’s right. You’ve been seen once by a doctor for triage, and sent back out again when they deemed you only mildly concussed, no bleeding on the brain, but an X-ray ordered for safety's sake anyways. That’s what you’re waiting for. Remus is waiting with you, because he’s a very nice man. 

“Sorry if I’m ruining your Saturday.” 

Remus’ hair falls from behind his ear as he lifts his head properly. “I think you might be having a worse day than me, so I’ll forgive you. I'm joking!” He tucks that stray strand behind his ear unsuccessfully. “You could never ruin my Saturday. I’d spend the entire bank holiday weekend in here with you, I only want them to look after you so I can finish the job.” 

Heat like a kiss on each cheek. You bring your hand to your nose, overwhelmed. “Really?” 

“We spend a lot of time together, sweetheart. I know you don’t remember right now, but I love you.” 

“You do?” 

“Don’t tell me you can’t feel that.” 

You look at him with the sunshine caressing the side of his face, his three mean scars and his scattered beauty spots. He has thick eyebrows, light brown eyes in the sun like honeyed tea, and a playful smile. More frown lines than smile lines, but the beginnings of crows feet speaks to some joy, at least. You bring your thumb up to a small wrinkle and stroke it, before tucking his hair behind his ear. It’s too short to stay put for long. 

“I love you,” you say surely. You do, even if you can’t remember more than your first date. 

He’s a good kisser, you remember. He’d pulled you back from your door and kissed you like you’d stolen the breath straight from his lungs. 

“I know.” He brings your hand from his ear to kiss. Gentle, he strokes your knuckles, his thumb turning a golden ring where it sits on your marriage finger. 

“It’s really like we’re married, we have matching rings,” you laugh. 

He holds his hand up between you. “We are married, lovely girl.” 

You steal your hand back. He waits without hurry, though a line of concern marks his brow. “Are we? When did we get married?” 

“Only a few days ago, but we’re married. This wasn’t on the honeymoon agenda.” 

He takes your hand with care and shows you the gold ring on your marriage finger to match his own, aligning your hands. The colour hadn’t seemed important a moment ago, nor the placement, but now you’re seeing them you realise you��d made a small misjudgement. It’s not like you’re married at all, you simply are. 

You frown. The way he’s holding your hand feels familiar, though the idea that you’re married is preposterous. You can’t remember any ceremony or reception, a proposal, nothing. There’s simply blank space there, which isn’t very nice. But… 

You’re not scared. You haven’t been worried once all day. 

“You have a concussion,” he says quietly, practised, like he’s said it to you before. “And it’s resulted in some amnesia, but it’s going to get better very soon.” 

“We’re definitely married?” 

“Unless you’ve changed your mind.” 

“I don’t want to change my mind.” You fluster quickly with what you’ve said, looking down at the hospital’s linoleum flooring. 

Remus takes your hand where it lays on your thigh and squeezes it. A thread of memory tugs at the touch; you remember this. His tender concern. His constant support. 

“Then you don’t have to. Whether you remember me or not, I’m here to look after you, okay? I’m right here.” 

You nod without looking up. His hand knows yours no matter what you remember, rubbing at all the best parts, holding with the perfect amount of pressure. 

“You okay?” 

“I guess our second date really did go well.” 

“Better than I could ever explain.” He tugs at your hand until you look at him, his head already ducked to keep you pinned by his gaze. “You’re like my shy girl all over again. I forgot how nervous you used to get.” 

You can see the Remus who became your husband and the one who scared butterflies into action every time he looked at you coalescing. “You’re really good-looking,” you explain. 

“And what do you think you are?” He rubs your hand. “You’re beautiful. Can I have a kiss, dove? Is that okay?” 

You squeeze your eyes closed. You’d been fighting stars in your eyes anyways.

When Remus kisses you, your body responds to his touch like it knows him. Your heart thuds against your ribs, your lips know exactly how to move and when he’s going to turn his head. Love for him shines through it. His love for you makes your chest hurt, his chaste kissing like a straight shot of oxytocin. All your worry saps away. 

“Feel any better?” he asks knowingly.

You remember enough about his teasing to withhold an answer. He kisses your cheek, his smile unmissable on your skin. 

[echoalyssa]

Counterparts | Brian O’Conner

The night air is warm, almost comforting. The city of Los Angeles seemed to have decided to go to sleep tonight. The city, normally bustling with life, was quiet, peaceful. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks up at the moon.

I’m standing in front of Mercy Park’s garage checking the oil level of my bike. My brother Logan is lingering by the bay doors, rearranging a stack of Husky jacks that really did not need to be rearranged. He was skeptical about me going riding with someone outside of our crew, but I had known Brian for years.

He drove with Dominic Toretto. Toretto’s crew were technically our rivals as we worked out of the same part of LA. Though Dom and Kaneko, the leader of the Mercy Park Crew, had come to an agreement to coexist.

We’d decided to leave the JDM’s at home tonight. It was perfect weather to take the bikes out and we’d both been neglecting the machines.

         The loud thrum of Brian’s bike alerts me that he is around the corner. I glance at Logan and narrow my eyes at him, begging him to go back inside and talk to Toby or Ximena. He was ridiculously worried about Brian considering his girlfriend’s dad was the cop who had almost brought us all in. 

Brian comes around the corner and pulls into the garage’s parking lot. He nudges the kickstand out with his right booted foot and then turns the key in the ignition to shut the machine off. He tugs his helmet off, revealing his blonde curls and striking blue eyes. The smile that he aims at me is intoxicating.

He dismounts his bike and crosses the distance towards me. I open my arms for him immediately. His arms go around my waist, and I loop mine around his neck. He smells like oil mixed with an earthy undertone. Brian holds me for a good minute before he steps back and flashes me with that grin again. 

“It’s been too long.” He glances over your shoulder and raises his hand in a wave, “Hey Logan!”

I hear the garage door close and know that my brother has finally left us alone.

“You look good.” I murmur back to him. And he does, he’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. He has his steel toes on and a thin gold chair dangles around his neck. He’s showered recently, his hair bearing the signs of water. Though somehow there is a dirt smudge just under his jaw, as if he just can’t quite seem to stay away from the grime of working on cars.

Brian pokes the tip of my nose with his index finger and then glances at the garage behind me. He tilts his head in the direction of the street. Even though both crews were on good terms did not mean that we should be hanging out together in broad view.

I pull my hair into a loose braid before sliding my helmet on. Brian starts his bike again, throwing a leg over. He maneuvers it backwards so that he can pull back out onto the road. It’s currently wrapped in white with the signature Toretto decals on the gas tank.

My own bike, a Kawasaki Ninja is blacked out. I went for stealth. The machine roars to life underneath me. Brian nods in my direction and together we rev the engines before taking off down the road.

I let Brian lead; I didn’t mind where we went as long as I would get an adrenaline rush. He takes us through a few side streets before we hit the ramp to the highway. He turns his head, checking to make sure that I am still behind him.

The second he confirms that I am still following behind him like his little shadow, he tucks and takes off down the empty highway. My heart soars as I accelerate after him. The red needle on my speedometer quickly craws into the triple digits.

We’re absolutely soaring, breaking felony speeds, but neither of us have plates. The wind whips his t-shirt around, making the fabric crawl upward so it bunches around his chest and exposes the hard planes of muscle. 

There aren’t many people out on the highway, but we weave through the ones that are. We’re perfectly in sync, reading each other’s movements without needing to communicate. I give the throttle a little more and go surging past him, but only for a moment. He overtakes me. It continues like this for miles, each of us going for the lead. The city is a blur around us.

I outstretch a hand to the wind, feeling the way it pushes my arm back in because of the speed. Anyone who saw us together must have been in awe, we give off an almost ethereal aura. Yin and Yang. Light and dark. One and the same.

We were brothers. But bound by more than blood. We were twins as well. Counterparts. Gangster princes of the city we met.

No amount of words could describe the perfection of the moment between the two of us. A picture would do no justice.

Adrenaline pumps through my veins, one mistake and we would be dead, but there was no fear. Only the urge to go faster, to push the limits. That was the thing about Brian, he understood. That if speed was to lead to our demise, we would go out smiling.

Almost too soon, Brian drops a hand to his side, signaling that he is going to take the next exit ramp. He leans into the turn and checks once more, that I’m behind him. We maneuver down a few side roads and then come to a stop atop a hill. The stars are bright tonight, almost defying nature. 

Brian dismounts his bike first, and then he’s in front of me. I haven’t even finished setting up my kickstand before his hands are pulling my helmet off and his lips are brushing against mine. I sigh into him, trusting that I can tip toe the bike and kiss him back. It’s like a weight has been lifted off of my chest

He pulls away but rests his forehead against mine, his fingers brush the strands of hair that had escaped my braid back behind my ears. “I missed you.”

The only response I can find is to pull him back towards me. There wasn’t much time to spare for either of us, both crews were constantly traveling for boosts, but the time that we did have together… we savored it. Loyalties to the crews aside, the two of us would always come back to one another.

[helloanthy]

🗒️ 24.04.2024 ⋅⋅⋅ 🥀

some notes for 20.09.2023 post and a separate cut out for utena because i spent a very long time rendering her ... the original concept i had in my head for this art was very different. it was just supposed to be a style study of this an official anime prop design art, and i'd thought to draw anthy in a similar pose across from her like in the shown version, but with her wearing her prince outfit from the manga. something something another form of female competition under the patriarchyyy stop pitting 2 girlprinces against each other omg etc (side note, how sick would it have been in an AU where akio made anthy fight against utena in the ring? like i dont think it would hav added more to the story or made it better really ... probably would've diluted the message to be honest ... but everytime i see that manga art of prince anthy i imagine some convoluted black rose arc AU where utenas dodging anthy getting her hair hacked off left and right like himemiyaaa nooo snap out of it this isnt uuu while anthys silent and dead eyed hahaha) but then after i drew prince anthy, the picture looked rather empty ... so i thought to add a few decals or borders in the style of the show & official arts but aaahh ... there was still too much negative space. i had to scrap anthy's prince outfit and put her back in her rose bride dress 😭 man !!! he cant keep getting away this !!! [blames akio the figurehead of patriarchy instead of taking responsibility of my own actions] which made me sad because i was pretty satisfied with the way i drew her pose and legs ! but i had to cover it up 🥲 ... the composition overall looked better though. and then after that it kept spiraling. i just kept adding more and more things until i lost control of this drawing and it plagued my WIP folder for months ... i dont want to try and connect all of it in words so ill just lay out all the pieces for you so you can connect them yourself. and you can experience my art thought process in fraction of erraticity and frustration as i experience it myself. this is a lot neater than what happened in my head though because i bothered to put it in order. honestly if i can make you feel a little bit insane trying to scroll through and read all this than i can make you understand how annoying my brain is when all i wanted to draw was utenanthy girlprinces fighting starting references & inspiration: utena prop reference sheet & manga prince!anthy

the tower & the lovers tarot

above: the lovers as depicted in the tarot of marseilles deck, tarocco bolognese deck, & tarocco piemontese deck the lovers (tarot card) wikipedia: The Lovers is associated with the star sign Gemini, and indeed is also known as The Twins in some decks. Other associations are with Air, Mercury, and the Hebrew letter ז (Zayin). In the Rider Waite deck, the imagery for this card is changed significantly from the traditional depiction. Instead of a couple receiving a blessing from a noble or cleric, the Rider–Waite deck depicts Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.

a.e. waite, the pictorial key to the tarot, part III, section 3, no.6: UPRIGHT: Attraction, love, beauty, trials overcome REVERSED: Failure, foolish designs. Another account speaks of marriage frustrated and contrarieties of all kinds a.e. waite, the pictorial key to tarot, part II, VI. the lovers: In the foreground are two human figures, male and female, unveiled before each other, as if Adam and Eve when they first occupied the paradise of the earthly body. Behind the man is the Tree of Life, bearing twelve fruits, and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is behind the woman; the serpent is twining round it. The figures suggest youth, virginity, innocence and love before it is contaminated by gross material desire. This is in all simplicity the card of human love, here exhibited as part of the way, the truth and the life. It replaces, by recourse to first principles, the old card of marriage, which I have described previously, and the later follies which depicted man between vice and virtue. In a very high sense, the card is a mystery of the Covenant and Sabbath. The suggestion in respect of the woman is that she signifies that attraction towards the sensitive life which carries within it the idea of the Fall of Man, but she is rather the working of a Secret Law of Providence than a willing and conscious temptress. It is through her imputed lapse that man shall arise ultimately, and only by her can he complete himself. The card is therefore in its way another intimation concerning the great mystery of womanhood. going off of the rider-waite tarot deck: the pictorial key to the tarot—biddytarot's interpretation of the lovers: UPRIGHT: Love, harmony, relationships, values alignment, choices REVERSED: Self-love, disharmony, imbalance, misalignment of values In its purest form, The Lovers card represents conscious connections and meaningful relationships. The arrival of this card in a Tarot reading shows that you have a beautiful, soul-honoring connection with a loved one. [...] The Lovers is a card of open communication and raw honesty. Given that the man and woman are naked, they are both willing to be in their most vulnerable states and have learned to open their hearts to one another and share their truest feelings. [...] On a more personal level, The Lovers card represents getting clear about your values and beliefs. You are figuring out what you stand for and your philosophy. Having gone through the indoctrination of The Hierophant, you are now ready to establish your belief system and decide what is and what is not essential to you. It’s time to go into the big wide world and make choices for yourself, staying true to who you are and being authentic and genuine in all your endeavors. At its heart, The Lovers is about choice. The choice about who you want to be in this lifetime, how you connect with others and on what level, and about what you will and won’t stand for. To make good choices, you need to be clear about your personal beliefs and values – and stay true to them. Not all decisions will be easy either. The Lovers card is often a sign that you are facing a moral dilemma and must consider all consequences before acting. Your values system is being challenged, and you are being called to take the higher path, even if it is difficult. Do not carry out a decision based on fear or worry or guilt or shame. Now, more than ever, you must choose love – love for yourself, love for others and love for the Universe. Choose the best version of yourself. Finally, The Lovers card encourages you to unify dual forces. You can bring together two parts that are seemingly in opposition to one another and create something that is ‘whole’, unified and harmonious. In every choice, there is an equal amount of advantage and disadvantage, opportunity and challenge, positive and negative. When you accept these dualities, you build the unity from which love flows.

the tower (tarot card) wikipedia: The Tower is widely associated to danger, crisis, sudden change, destruction, higher learning, and liberation. In the Rider–Waite deck, the top of The Tower is a crown, which symbolizes materialistic thought being bought cheap, downcast. a.e. waite, the pictorial key to the tarot, part III, section 3, no.16: UPRIGHT: Misery, distress, indigence, adversity, calamity, disgrace, deception, ruin. It is a card in particular of unforeseen catastrophe REVERSED: According to one account, the same in a lesser degree also oppression, imprisonment, tyranny (the wikipedia included a.e. waite's upright meanings, but i have no idea where they got the reversed meanings) going off of the rider-waite tarot deck: the pictorial key to the tarot—biddytarot's interpretation of the tower: UPRIGHT: Sudden change, upheaval, chaos, revelation, awakening REVERSED: Personal transformation, fear of change, averting disaster The Tower shows a tall tower perched on the top of a rocky mountain. Lightning strikes set the building alight, and two people leap from the windows, head first and arms outstretched. It is a scene of chaos and destruction. The Tower itself is a solid structure, but because it has been built on shaky foundations, it only takes one bolt of lightning to bring it down. It represents ambitions and goals made on false premises. The lightning represents a sudden surge of energy and insight that leads to a break-through or revelation. It enters via the top of the building and knocks off the crown, symbolizing energy flowing down from the Universe, through the crown chakra. The people are desperate to escape from the burning building, not knowing what awaits them as they fall. [...] The best way forward is to let this structure self-destruct so you can re-build and re-focus. [...] with a card like The Tower, you have no choice but to surrender to the destruction and chaos, no matter how unwanted or painful [...] After a Tower experience, you will grow stronger, wiser and more resilient as you develop a new perspective on life you did not even know existed. 

infant stars taken by NASA hubble used in the background overlay of akio's tower star birth | cool cosmos: Stars form from the simplest of building blocks - huge clouds of gas and dust that permeate the Galaxy. [...] While these big clouds of dust and gas lay dormant for many millions and perhaps billions of years, eventually some of them are disturbed. This can happen gradually, maybe caused by the approach of one of the Milky Way's spiral arms as it slowly sweeps around the center of the galaxy, or it can be a sudden event, like a nearby supernova explosion that blasts a shockwave through the cloud. Either way, a small increase in the pressure and density of the cloud forms knots in the gas and dust that eventually collapse under their own gravity, pulling more and more of the surrounding material in, and forming the stellar "seeds" known as protostars. From Protostar to Star: As the clouds collapse, they start to rotate, and, like a spinning skater pulling in her arms, each of these seed protostars begins to spin faster the more it collapses. The material falling towards the protostar flattens out into a rotating disk of dust and gas encircling the central core. The protostar warms up, as the potential energy of the material falling in is converted into kinetic energy, but it has not yet ignited to form a fully-fledged star. For the next few million years, the protostar's gravity pulls in more material from the surrounding cloud into its disk. That disk transports the gas and dust onto the protostar, causing the protostar to grow. The increase in mass causes the gravitational field of the protostar to increase and so even more material is pulled into the disk. The addition of more material, in turn, increases the gravitational field even further, pulling in more material, and so on, creating a feedback loop that keeps the whole process going. [...] The density and temperature of the protostar keep climbing higher and higher, until eventually the core grows to about one tenth the size of our Sun, and becomes hot and dense enough for hydrogen nuclei to spontaneously stick together to form helium, in a process called nuclear fusion. At that instant, the core ignites, and the new star is born. Meanwhile, in the disk, clumps of material have been forming, which are the seeds of new planets. These seeds sweep up material in the disk in a process called accretion, forming the planets of a new solar system. Once the star has started nuclear fusion, the heat and wind from the infant star begin to blast the gas and dust away, creating a cavity in the cloud. As more and more matter gets funneled onto the star from the disk, the star gets larger and larger, causing it to push harder and harder against the cloud and the disk, enlarging the cavity, vaporizing the disk, and halting the growth of planets.

deadheading (flowers) wikipedia: Deadheading is the horticultural practice of removing spent flowers from ornamental plants. Deadheading is a widespread form of pruning, since fading flowers are not as appealing and direct a lot of energy into seed development if pollinated. The goal of deadheading is thus to preserve the attractiveness of the plants in beds, borders, containers and hanging baskets, as well as to encourage further blooming. Deadheading flowers with many petals, such as roses, peonies, and camellias prevents them from littering.

[...] Ornamental plants that do not require deadheading are those that do not produce a lot of seed or tend to deadhead themselves [...] if the plant bears attractive seeds or fruits, deadheading is normally avoided

ladybird, ladybug, lady beetle: scientific name "coccinellidae" wikipedia: Etymology: [...] The common English name ladybird originated in Britain where the insects became known as "Our Lady's birds". Mary ("Our Lady") was often depicted wearing a red cloak in early art, and the seven spots of the species Coccinella septempunctata (the most common in Europe) were said to represent her seven joys and seven sorrows. Trophic Roles: Coccinellids act both as predators, prey and parasitic hosts in food webs. The majority of coccinellids are carnivorous and predatory. [...] Cannibalism has been recorded in several species; which includes larvae eating eggs or other larvae, and adults feeding on individuals of any life stage.

Defense: The bright warning colouration of many coccinellids discourage potential predators, warning of their toxicity [...] Species with more contrast with the background environment tended to be more toxic. Coccinellid haemolymph (blood) contains toxic alkaloids, azamacrolides and polyamines, as well as foul-smelling pyrazines. Coccinellids can produce at least 50 types of alkaloids. When disturbed, ladybirds further defend themselves with reflex bleeding, exuding drops from their tibio-femoral (knee) joints, effectively presenting predators with a sample of their toxic and bitter body fluid.

despite said being named after the lady virgin mary they are known to be promiscuous breeders, who's habits have been documented to result in epidemics of sexually transmitted infection in large populations, subject to various academic studies

lyric from lady oscar's theme song "the rose perishes beautifully"

ok there was more but its been like 8 hours it turns out trying to put my thoughts into words even if its just a bunch of copy pasting is even more annoying than just thinking them im ending this post 😭

[daily-lps-posts]

hi!!! may i request polar bear #470 for the daily lps? :3c

today's littlest pet shop of the day is ... polar bear #470! for you quinn!! i love the colors and flowers on this one!!

[Image ID: An image featuring a Littlest Pet Shop figure. It's a white polar bear with ice blue flower decals on its forehead, front left paw, and inner ears. Its nose and paw pads are coal gray, and its eyes are purple. It has two upper lashes. It's sitting and facing the viewer, with its two black legs sprawled out to the side. The paw pads on its back paws are visible. There is blue text near the bottom left of the screen that states what the figure's ID is and what playset it's from, it reads "Polar Bear #470 / Pet Nooks." Near the top left of the screen is the Littlest Pet Shop logo. The logo is a blue oval with a pink border. It has a big-eyed, smiling turtle on it and text that reads "Littlest Pet Shop." End ID.]

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

How about some incineroar jock vore prompts?

He's a good jock. Anyway, here's another niche idea I really like--anthro P.okemon. That's what I'm using this for.

The crowd was cheering wildly seeing the two P.okemon brawling. In the wrestling ring, an I.ncineroar and H.awlucha are trying to knock the other down. The two wrestlers are naturally large, although the I.ncineroar is just a bit taller than the H.awlucha. His leotard and mask are black with fire decals, while the H.awlucha’s made him look like a shiny. They’re grappled together, both growling and struggling as they try to overpower one another. The I.ncineroar brings his knee up into the bird’s gut, making his opponent gasp and falter. That gives him the advantage to throw him back. The H.awlucha stumbles into the ropes, and I.ncineroar does the same across from him. The H.awlucha bounces off the ropes, and the I.ncineroar launches himself off of them. They collide together, I.ncineroar’s jaws wide. The H.awlucha doesn’t even get a chance to scream as he’s suddenly engulfed. The two of them slam into the ground, the bird up to his chest in I.ncineroar’s maw. Thick gulps start sucking him deeper as he kicks and struggles. The H.awlucha is dragged across the floor of the ring, legs kicking around wildly, until they’re finally being slurped up as well. THe I.ncineroar gets back to his feet, sending a pair of twitching feet down the hatch with a final gulp. The referee calls the ‘pin’ and raises the I.ncineroar’s arm. The cat lets out a massive belch, feathers fluttering from his maw, and the crowd cheers with some mixed booing in. In the cat’s gut, the H.awlucha is thrashing around, crying out for someone to let him out. He thought this was going too far for just being part of the show. The walls clench over him, abs trying to crush him down as the I.ncineroar flexes and shows off for the crowd. He even gives a fan a good, meaty belch to the face, snickering to himself when they stumble back. Then he waddles off to the locker room, patting his belly. The H.awlucha is starting to slow down inside. I.ncineroar sits down, rubbing over his gut, clenching it again. Something solid comes up, and with some hacking sounds, the H.awlucha’s mask hits the floor with a splat. I.ncineroar grins and picks it up. Another perfect addition to his collection.

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I.ncineroar grumbles to himself as he watches some of the other P.okemon at the gym. The place is, naturally, mostly overrun by Fighting types. A lot of them are too far up their own ass for his tastes--they think they’re more deserving of the gym than him, just because he’s not a Fighting type, too! He’s been going here for over a month and he’s still got regulars making comments to him and trying to scare him off. But he’s not planning to go anywhere. In fact...he’s had enough of them. So he’s going to get one over on them. He can see a small group of them coming his way, clearly planning to do something to him. I.ncineroar was working on some reps with his dumbbells, but he sets them down and gets up. He’s got a bulky P.angoro looming over him, with a B.laziken and I.nfernape on either side of him, like lackeys. They try to start their usual shit with him, but he doesn’t give them the chance. He grapples onto the P.angoro and pulls him down, using a wrestling move he had learned. It works, at least until the two go toppling down. I.ncineroar feels a weird pressure in his chest when it happens, and trying to push himself up, he finds the P.angoro stuck neck deep in his pecs. The bear tries to pry them open, and he flexes them on instinct, dragging the bear in deeper. His two lackies finally realize something is wrong and move in to try and pull the P.angoro out. I.ncineroar reacts quickly, grabbing onto the B.laziken and I.nfernape by the back of their necks. He pulls them into a headlock, following a strange instinct he feels. And sure enough…the two P.okemon get their faces shoved into his pits, and that same sense of fullness that’s in his chest spreads there, as both of their heads get wedged into the cat’s pits. His body completely takes over from there, arms and chest flexing and squeezing over his prey. They get dragged into the cat’s muscles steadily, voices muffled as they’re crammed inside. I.ncineroar’s muscles stretch out around them, detailed life’s showing themselves on his mass. Their bodies steadily disappear, until finally, the P.angoro’s feet are pulled between his pecs with a final flex. Two pairs of kicking legs are slurped up into his pits with a few more flexes, disappearing behind musky hairy. The I.ncineroar grins wide, looking down at himself. His arms are bulging out heavily, screaming faces imprinted on them. His pecs are also heavily ballooned, bouncing around as the P.angoro inside roars and thrashed around. Satisfied, I.ncineroar sits down to get back to his workout. His muscles work over their meals, grinding and crushing over them. When the wet cracks start to come out of his body, he growls happily and makes his workout slower and more deliberate. Just so he can feel them break. He’s at it all day, his arms and chest slowly shrinking down as he pulverized the Fighting types. He only stops when he can’t feel anything solid inside himself anymore, hours later. He checks himself out in the mirror—he’s grown taller, his body drenched in sweat, his muscles now bigger and more defined. He flexes them and grins wide. He’s found a good use for Fighting types. He’s suddenly not so bothered by having them overrunning the gym. If they’ll make him look like this, after all…

-

The P.ikachu yelps softly as he’s slammed into the locker, the big I.ncineroar looming over him. The jock has a cocky grin, an arm next to the P.ikachu as he leans in. “So, ya got my homework done or not?” The P.ikachu looks up at the cat nervously from behind his glasses, shrinking in on himself. Getting pushed around by the best wrestler in school seems too cliche but he’s never been able to fight back. The P.ikachu tries to stammer out an excuse, having spent too long last night getting his own work done to focus on someone else’s. He shuts up quickly when the I.ncineroar’s stomach lets out a low growl in front of him. “Didn’t get it done, huh? Too bad…well, if you’re not useful as a brainiac, you can be useful as lunch!” The I.ncineroar grabs the P.ikachu by the front of his shirt and lifts him up. The nerd tries to scream, but his head is swiftly engulfed. Thick gulps start to suck him down, his legs flailing around and kicking the lockers. It makes a bit of noise so the I.ncineroar works fast, throwing his head back and slurping the P.ikachu down. His abs bloats out with a slosh, dropping the squeaking nerd inside. His gut hangs free from his shirt, sloshing back and forth as the P.ikachu kicks around inside. A wet belch rumbles out of the I.ncineroar, a pair of glasses clattering to the floor. “Heh, yeah, you’re good lunch,” he sneers, patting his gut. “Guess I’ll see if some of your nerd buddies can take your place. If not, they can always join you…” He chuckles darkly as he slurps over his lips, walking off to torture a few more brainiacs.

[eddiediazismyhusband]

The Diaz Family Home

this is the house that my buddie sims currently live in with chris and their baby. i built it trying to bear in mind what kind of house buddie would realistically move into in the near future, and since los angeles loves the spanish bungalow, i decided to go for that style

Exterior:

like insaid before I wanted to still go for that spanish bungalow style that eddie’s house in the show has; i think a lot of the decor and furniture that eddie has in the show is suited to this style in almost a mismatch way so i wanted to maintain that throughout, even though in my game, buddie are engaged and have a baby so they would have bought new furniture/replaced things over time

Layout:

doing research to find inspiration for the floorplan/exterior showed that a lot of these homes in california follow a similar pattern with one side if the house dedicated to the bedrooms and the other to the living areas with a hallway splitting the middle. i had a lot of fun playing around with different layouts and i was very happy with how it turned out

Front Porch:

just a simple covered front porch that is common in this style of house.

Living Room:

i kept the vibe of eddie’s current house in the show, including a lot of the same furniture itsms i used for my re-creation of that house to show that while (in the story of my game) they’ve moved out of that house, they still kept some things while also adding new pieces/replacing some stuff. (note: some picture frames are empty bc i am going to be filling them with photos i take as i play the game)

Dining Room:

again i wanted to keep a similar vibe to eddie’s current house, but in my head, he and buck would probably have purchased a new dining room set when they moved- i also wanted to use green instead of the black that eddie currently has just for some more color

Kitchen:

once again, same vibe, but different colors and a slightly larger area for buck to cook (bc lets face it eddie would burn the house down trying to make grilled cheese)

The Nursery:

so i know we all love girl!dad buddie but when i started playing with these sims a while back, i had buck and eddie have a baby via surrogate (or as the game calls them a “science baby”) and it was a little boy w blonde hair and blue eyes so i named him Luke (i also named buck’s baby luke in my waitress au fic bc of this)

Luke’s Bathroom:

it’s just a basic bathroom but i think the wall decals are so fucking cute

Half Bathroom:

just a jack-and-jill style half bath that sits between the kitchen and the hallway

Chris’s Room:

so in my game chris is still a child sim, so i decorated his room as if he were still like 9 or 10… i again wanted to keep some of the same items i used in the recreation of the show house but changed the colors slightly to say that they “painted” it or smth but only bc i think the darker woods fit the color scheme of the room better

Chris’s Bathroom:

all the bathrooms in the house are the same layout, but i wanted to make chris’s a more ‘accessible’ bathroom. since we don’t have disabilities in the game chris’s sim doesn’t have CP, but i wanted to still decorate his bathroom with a shower unit so that he could access it better by himself, even if in the game he has no mobility limitations (i also had a makeshift shower chair in the shower at one point but it made the shower unusable so i had to delete it but the idea is still there yk)

Buck and Eddie’s Bedroom:

my thought process here was that when they bought this house to move in together, they bought a whole new bedroom set for themselves, so this room is almost completely original with no brought over pieces from eddie’s current house. i also have the in-game wedding certificate item hung in their room although technically they’re still only engaged at the moment in game

Buck and Eddie’s Bathroom:

just a basic en suite bathroom

Backyard:

I wanted to test out the new round pools that came with the latest update so they do have a pool. i also included a little kiddie pool for when luke ages up to a toddler, and i also have s swingset and a slide. on the back deck i gave buck a nice grill so they can host 118 barbecues after bathena’s house was barbecued (laugh at me i’m so funny)

Hallway:

i didn’t wanna just leave this hallway bare so i put a couple little clutter/storage items. the mirror table is something that in my head i went “maybe this was helena’s mother’s that eddie took when she passed away and they were cleaning out her house” or smth but it filled blank space so i used it

Laundry/Backdoor:

this is just a tiny space off the kitchen. nothing fancy or special about it, i just wanted to include it since the og house had a laundry room too.

[killer-track]

Lords in Black - Hero Forge

Decided to try my hand at creating my own "humanized" versions of the Lords in Black in Hero Forge! Photos and explanations under the cut!

For most of them, I didn't want to directly base them on how they looked in Nerdy Prudes, but I did take inspiration. For all of them, I made the lowlights of their skin their respective colors (blue for Pokey, purple for Blinky, and so on) and turned the "skin" option off on the shade to remove the warmth to give them a less human look. I also want to add that they are not supposed to look like any of the actors facially, so don't look for that (I did give them all their actors' [Nerdy Prudes actors] heights, though!).

A lot of them are influenced by Nightmare Time, so spoiler warning for that!

For Pokey, I tried to go for a basic Pirates of Penzance-esque costume. The shoulder pieces are skulls made to look similar to his mask in reference to his possession of The Boy and Spitfire in "Yellow Jacket." He has glowing blue veins across his torso and across his face (created using the lightning crackle decal), and he has star-shaped cutouts on the shaven sections of his hair, which are the same glowing blue as the veins. The spell effect coming from the hand is meant to be the "goo;" I hope that comes across, lmao.

For Blinky, I was majorly inspired by "Watcher World." I went for a ringmaster type of outfit in his color scheme. The hammer (mallet) is also in reference to "Watcher World." Hero Forge does not yet have a one-eye option, so hopefully the glasses make up for it. The purple spots are also meant to be eyes.

For Tinky, I was inspired a lot by his illustration in The Black Book as shown in "Killer Track." I wanted him to be dressed in robes like in the illustration, but I still wanted him to have his "charm," so we have a combination of black, orange, and yellow on some shredded-looking robe-adjacent attire. I gave him goat features because we all deserve it, I think, but I also gave him fangs and claws because it's fun. He has gold angular tattoos in reference to the Bastard's Box. He has the little box in his hand, an hourglass at his feet (hooves?) to represent his power over time, and there are ghastly yellow hands arising from the base to represent the people he had trapped in his box.

Unfortunately, Hero Forge doesn't have a lot of pig features available, so I tried to emulate Nibbly's pig form with the cloven feet and tusks (more boar than pig, but bear with me). I am so attached to Nibbly's human form in Nerdy Prudes that I couldn't resist replicating it here. He's covered in a bit of blood, and because there's no "only mouth" face option, he has empty eye sockets (and no eyebrows). The bones of his latest sacrifice decorate the base.

For Wiggly, I went a bit business formal. He has little goblinoid pointy teeth (as he should) and tentacles (as he should). That's really it, other than his jaundiced eyes.

Finally, we have what I've been calling "Biblically Accurate Webby." I just really like the idea of Webby having actual spider features. Only downside here is no bangs, but I really wanted the extra spider eyes to be visible.

[littlegemstone]

🕸🎸 Even more Little!Miles Headcanons feat Hobie, Gwen, and Peter 🎸🕸

- Miles is very nervous about coming out to his friends. He doesn't want them to think differently of him or treat him like a little kid, but he still wants them to know so he doesn't have to hide it from them and because they're some of his closest friends, he thinks that they deserve to know

- Hobie helps him to tell Gwen and Peter

- Even though Miles wants to tell them, he still puts it off for a few weeks. He wants to be prepared for the worst case scenario, which he doesn't want to think about but wants to be ready anyway

- It doesn't go exactly to plan, of course. He's still Spider-Man and plans don't go off without a hitch for Spider-Man

- Miles had intended to invite them over for a movie and tell them then but Pav needs help in his dimension and by the time they all make it back, Miles is exhausted and halfway regressed

- Hobie notices of course and tries to help him stay big(not out of malice or shame but because Miles wanted to be big for this and he wants to help) but Miles only slips further in his frustration

- He ends up hiding under Hobie's battle vest in shame while Hobie tries to explain it away as Miles being tired

- Finally Miles tells the others when the won't leave it alone and keep pestering him to figure out what's wrong

- Gwen and Peter are initially shocked, but Pavitr is immediately understanding and even though he doesn't know anything about regression he's eager to learn

- Peter is pretty laid back about it as well. He likens it to acting like Mayday and makes it clear that if Miles needs to be looked after and Hobie isn't available, that Peter is more than willing to help for an afternoon

- Gwen takes the longest to fully wrap her head around it. Not in a bad way, she's just confused and unsure about boundaries and what it'll mean for them as friends

- She does say she's supportive about it and she plans on doing her own research to better help her friend

- Hobie later rewards Miles for being so brave by bringing him a new stuffie that he's been sewing out of scraps of old clothes

- It quickly becomes Miles' favorite stuffie

- Peter brings Miles a new stuffie as well, this one is just a teddy bear in a Spider-Man outfit, and a proper sippy cup with a spill-proof lid

- Gwen isn't sure what to do for Miles so she gets him coloring books and crayons

- Miles gets nervous that he won't be able to hide his gear as well. He loves his gifts but how will he explain the coloring books and toddler sippy cup to his parents if they find out?

- Peter suggests insisting they're for Mayday, at least until Miles is comfortable telling his parents about his regression

- Gwen finally sorts out her emotions and brings Miles a new custom red and black paci with a spider charm and spider web decals as an apology and to show that she's ready to be there for him

- Miles loves it and uses it the next time he regresses, which gets a chuckle out of Hobie

[demonsfate]

When Reina was first revealed for T8, a 4chan user once described her design as "safe". And honestly, it's still the best way to describe it. Reina was designed to be safe, to obviously appeal to the masses. Therefore, she's gotta look trendy but not be a trendsetter, y'know? For the reasons I already explained lol. That's why her devil design couldn't necessarily match the aesthetics of the other devils, too. Because they had to make her look soft and feminine. Like I said, Reina is allowed to be tomboyish and cruel, but she still has to be cute in the end. It's also why she has to be younger than her nephew despite being the daughter of a 73 year old lmao.

And yeah, almost every character was supposed to have a relatively normal appearance! I mean, most of these characters are dressed in simple karate outfits, or leather / denim. The only ones with the craziest hairs are the Mishimas or Paul. Yoshimitsu and the bears (not pictured( are the only ones who are really out there. Jack may be a robot, but he used to look relatively normal too save for the red eyes. King is just a luchador. And even the Mishimas, their hair really only sticks up in one direction. Even the characters who did have more unrealistic hair or colors (Lee and Bryan having silver hair) the characters hairs and clothing styles were still simple.

TK6 is where the designs started becoming more complex and unrealistic. Lars & Alisa were once (and still are) heavily criticized for their "too anime" designs, Lars' hair being a little too wild and Alisa resembling a magical girl. This criticism is usually met with "but Tek was ALWAYS anime-" but like... there is evidence to show that they indeed made these more "anime" than they could've. I mean, look at ALL of Alisa's concept art, for example.

Even with her more robotic designs, you can still see where she still resembled a more Normal Girl. Her hair being natural colors, sometimes being dressed in more natural, simplistic outfits.

Then somewhere along the line, for some reason, they decided they wanted to do a more unique and colorful look - hence, it appearing more "anime." Alisa's clothes no longer look as realistic as her dresses or button up shirts in the concept art. It now looks more whimsical, or "magical girl" like. Alisa's concept arts made her look more like a Russian than her final design does imo.

I'm not saying this particular designs is bad, but I am pointing out how they are indeed different from what Tek's designs were like in the TK1-TK4 (even TK5) era. This was the start of the series wanting to move on to more complicated fantasy like designs. And imo? I prefer the more grounded-ness of the early TK games. Yes, they've had demons and angels and bears and space ninjas(?) but the zany parts didn't apply to everyone or everything in the world, y'know?

And yes, you can indeed get plenty of cool things out of keeping things simple! 😌 Like there's no reason Jin has to have 12 pockets on his outfit. There's no reason why he couldn't have had a normal tee (or muscle shirt) underneath his jacket and why it has to be this shirt with all these decals, holes, and weird v-neck shape on it. Like that really does feel like they're just throwing on details for the hell of it, because they sincerely believe a plain gray tee would look too "basic" for a next gen game.

Like in TK4, Jin was just wearing a normal black tank top underneath his hoodie. Although we never saw him without the hoodie, it's quite evident that it's just a normal shirt with no extra designs on it. And to this day, most people still say TK4 was Jin's best design. So it shows that you can indeed impress with less.

Of course, there are people who may prefer the very creative designs, the characters wearing 4+ layers. And that's fine! Different strokes for different folks! But I just personally prefer the simpler, toned down designs. I think they were easier on the eyes, they didn't feel as try-hard, and in a way, it kinda felt like Tek had more of a specific style back then? If that makes sense.

[imaginedreamwrite]

I can see number 9 being a little date with baker alpha!hal with omega!reader. Whether the field is out in the middle of nowhere or on family property... if his family owns a farm.

It was his turn to take you out on a courting date, the farm boy and baker alpha had wanted to take you back out of the city. It had been his turn, the rotation of courting dates falling on a long weekend, and the Friday work day coming short.

Hal had shown up to your and Steve’s apartment in an old red truck, rusted in places with a tailgate that sometimes didn’t latch right. The truck was well lived despite being old and a little rusty, with a single bench seat in the front and a decal, with his family farms name, set on the back window.

He had come to your door bearing flowers with a black cowboy hat that was tipped low, a charming smile and warmth radiating from him. The flowers were given to you and Steve who was on his way out for his own courting date, and then Hal reached for your hand to lead you out.

Down the steps to the entrance of the building, Hal led you with his hand on yours. He was keeping a steady pace to the vehicle and then he had paused to open the door for you. As you got into the passenger seat Hal had cupped your chin and held you still in order to kiss you sweetly before closing the door behind you.

You watched him walk around the back of the truck to the drivers side, his gait confident like you were used to seeing in alphas yet Hal was more than you expected. He was charming, naturally so, when when he got into the truck and slammed the door behind him, almost immediately resting his hand on your thigh.

“We’re heading out of the city, I wanna show you something.” Hal’s fingers lightly dug into your leg, almost as a gentle reminder that he was going to take good care of you.

You revelled under his touch and scent, incredulously invigorated by his presence. Throughout the short drive until you’d come to an overlook, you and Hal conversed back and forth about nothing. When he had parked the truck and started to get out, you unbuckled your seatbelt and turned, looking out the back window to watch Hal setting up a makeshift bed in the box.

With blankets and a set of portable sleeping pads, he had decked the back of the truck out to be as comfortable as possible. You watched for another half minute before you got out of the truck, joining Hal at the back.

“Climb up, omega. Come get comfortable.” You grabbed his outstretched hand and climbed into the back, starting to settle on the bed he’d made for you both.

“Keep your eyes on the sky,” Hale settled himself next to you, slipping an arm around your shoulders before kissing your temple, “and enjoy our date.”

[slightlystupidhun]

If The Shoe Fits…Bear It.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,

Part 7

TW: Harassment and Sexual Assult

Summary: Prince Vincent Solaire, of Wonder Land, spends a wonderful night with a stranger, but what happens when the shoe left behind fits someone else.

The first signs of morning was made clear by the sunlight peeking through their window. It poked and poked at them until they had no choice. They began to wake up, remembering the crazy dream they had last night. They were chosen by the prince to marry and now… right, it wasn’t a dream.

Stepping of the bed their feet made contact with the cold marble floor. The chill sent up their spine was enough to fully wake them up. Suddenly, there was a knock on their door.

“Come in.” They said and they heard a muffled sound of confirmation through the door.

“Good morning your highness.” The butler, they’ve learned who’s name is Ollie, said as he came through the door.

“Good morning Sir Oliver!” They piped up.

“You can call me Ollie my liege. His highness has requested I give you this to dress in. His highness also wishes that I inform you that breakfast is in fifteen minutes my liege.” Ollie spoke out fast handing them a garment. It was gorgeous, and they couldn’t wait to put it on.

As soon as Ollie left the room they got dressed. It was a black pantsuit with gold decals, a black corset with gold ribbons to tie it. The suit jacket was long and draped across the ground. It came in a low cut across the chest with a pair of black heels. This was nothing that they would be able to afford just a day ago.

They checked their outfit one last time before heading out to the large dining room. There at the table they saw William sitting at the head of the table. To his right was Vincent and every other seat was empty. To his left was Sam, and his partner, they had heard they were from the Lupine kingdom.

As soon as they entered the room Vincent’s gaze locked on them. They felt so exposed under his gaze, like he was analyzing them, feasting on them. His gaze was warm and welcome but all consuming. They offered him a slight smile.

“Good morning Lovely. Please have a seat next to me.” Vincent said walking over to them and linking their arms. He pulled out their chair for them before taking his seat.

The king continued speaking with Sam and his partner, Vincent occasionally jumping in.

“You look absolutely stunning your highness.” Vincent smiled at them and offered them a wink.

“You do as well your highness. And If I may, I’m not yet royalty.” They spoke back.

“But you are. To me you are, and that is also true for Sam and William.” He bumped them with his shoulder and they all began eating.

“Well thank you your highness.” They smiled up at him. His face felt warm, this was new, even that night during the ball he didn’t feel like this. Sure, there was infatuation, but this was different, this was want, need, plain desire.

After breakfast Sams partner walked Lovely to their etiquette class.

“So, you’re the beauty Vincent met at the ball?” They asked, their voice sultry and smooth.

“Well no, actually I am not, his highness picked me by mistake…” they sunk in on themself.

“What? The prince simply stole you?” They said shock encompassed their tone.

“Well he didn’t quite, and his highness did have the sweetest intentions…” they spoke.

“Intentions mean the same as dirt when it affects your life in this way. You are too kind your highness.” They shook their head. “My name is Darling by the way, of the Shaw kingdom.”

“Oh! You highness’s brother is Prince David Shaw, who recently got married right?” They peered up at Darlin.

“Yes, that’s him your highness. But erm, you don’t have to call me your highness. Just call me Darlin. And… I do not wish to push you but… It’s okay to be upset about this. You don’t owe anyone your happiness…”

“Lovely, you can call me lovely.” They smiled over at Darlin. “And Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Anytime.” They said as they dropped lovely off at their class.

It was long and so, so boring but they did their best to focus. They learned Social Etiquette Skills such as: Eye contact; Greetings; Introducing others; Conversation skills; Positive body language, even what spoon to use.

And that’s how it would be for the rest of the week, boring repetitive days. They missed their friends, their tavern, their old life. However, they knew they couldn’t dwell on that stuff. Their life would never be like that again. They needed to just accept it.

The good thing to come out of the past week was that they had gotten much closer with Vincent. They spoke about many fascinating ideas. Took long walks in the garden and even had afternoon tea at his side. They enjoyed his company and even felt the beginnings of feelings for him bubbling in their stomach. He was so flirty and funny, he was unavoidable.

Later that Monday evening Ollie knocked on their door. He informed them that they had another fitting scheduled in five minutes. They were getting an outfit for the upcoming ball in two weeks. They felt anxiety encompassing them as they followed Ollie to go see Adam for their fitting.

“Hello Gorgeous.” Adam said as they entered the room. “Step right up on the podium.”

“Hello Sir Adam. Where are your assistants sir?” They asked their voice shaky.

“I let them go early. I told them I could handle your highness on my own.” He stepped towards them with an odd off putting smile. They stepped backwards.

“So what do… uhm you have in mind for …” their back hit the wall as he continued to approach them.

“Well right now I have half the mind to see you in nothing.” He put his hand beside their head. “You should run away with me. Vincent is nothing you know. I can treat you better than he can.” Adam grabbed their chin forcing them to face him. They squeaked out and let out a small scream.

“No. Vincent is he’s amazing. I want to be with him.” They yelled out and began crying.

“Then ill have to do more to convince you.” He said as he smashed his mouth on theirs. The kiss was rough and aggressive and unpleasant. It tasted like salt from the tears streaming down their face. He moved to kiss down their jaw, moving down to their neck and they screamed out.

That’s when they heard the sound of someone banging on the door, before it burst open. Standing in the doorway was Vincent. His eyes were dark and he looked confused as he took in the situation. Then his face contorted into a kind of rage they couldn’t ever imagine seeing. He took two long strides forward and ripped Adam away from them.

Adam flew into the wall behind him and Vincent immediately ran over to him and started laying out punch after punch. It was only the arrival of the guards and Ollie that got him to stop. Adam was taken away to the prison and lovely was still pinned against the wall by fear.

Vincent walked over to them, he wanted to cradle them, hug them, comfort them, but he knew that he couldn’t take that from them. He needed to help them regain some security.

“Lovely I- What can I do…” he began to speak but he was cut off by them falling into his arms.

“Stay… please…” they spoke out, they sounded so soft, so weak. He hated it. He would see to it himself that Adam pay for everything he did and more.

That night he walked them to their room but didn’t leave. He stayed by their side and tended to their every need. He was going to be there. He needed to be there for them.

[ariesgamesandminis]

Large restock on Fighting Pirannha Graphics Decals is in and ready to be applied!

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[northwest-cryptid]

My Fem Presenting Aki model is honestly so good right now, I'm so happy with it. I'm gonna just kinda Go Off about it so I'm sorry but...

LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE!

Some things I love about this model right out the gate:

They finally have actual high entia wings, which has been a design point of Aki for literally MULTIPLE YEARS now.

I've put in a ton of references to shit I enjoy, like how the Four Directions tattoo I usually wear on my cheek is now the tattoo from XC3 or how one of their eyes literally has the Ouroboros while the other has Aki's original constellations.

Aki now has a mechanical arm, a gift from an old friend.

It also bears the insignia of Aki's old colleague and other half (literally), Cryptid. along with a decal of The Zohar (can you tell I like the entire Xeno-Series?)

As an avid pin collector I also jumped at the chance to throw these on them:

I currently have two main outfits for them. The first being inspired greatly by the look I first drew them in, just very heavily revised.

I still love the original look don't get me wrong, but I've been wanting to experiment with merging Aki's two (masc/fem) on screen appearances with my real life appearance, or at least things I enjoy about it. So I wanted to give Aki something closer to my own hair for once with the darker center part. I'll absolutely give them at least one outfit with a cute messy bob cut though, and yea I'll absolutely bring back their brown hair because brown/black hair goes underappreciated. I also wanted to add in the head wings because I feel like that's the single most glaring aspect of Aki that no one has ever got right and it's one of the main things I love about Aki's design. However I'm really happy with this look as simple as it is.

A minor detail I actually like a lot and could easily "fix" with some quick bone work but kinda refuse to because I think it adds a lot; is that their mechanical hand doesn't articulate in the fingers.

While I could easily just move some bones around in the hands I honestly really like this more as a feature than a bug. Just because I figure someone out there is gonna go "okay but is this just because you don't know how to fix it"

No. It's an intentional feature. I might "fix" it later, but I think it adds a lot of character and makes it feel like a mechanical hand and not just a reskin of an arm.

The second outfit is geared more towards my need to over-design everything I see ever, and it's where most of the stuff shown above is seen.

I basically kit-bashed 3 outfits together and I'm absolutely in love with this absolute mess of an outfit.

I gave them the slight smug expression because I need to be able to be a smug bastard sometimes.

The hair on this outfit is a bit of a nod to an older OC design I have that I do not have any good pictures of but here ya go:

Funny callback haircut to my old Fem-Sona.

I find it kind of ironic that people have gone from He/Him'ing me non-stop to referring to this Aki almost exclusively as "She/Her" and I'm just sitting here like "oh my god it goes both ways" because I accidentally caught myself doing it too, but I digress.

It's very hard for me with how masc presenting I am, to often depict myself in a feminine manner at all and associate it with "me" I typically look at it and go "yea that's a Girl™." So it's been really nice/cool to see Aki like this and kinda point excitedly like "THAT'S ME FUCKER! THAT'S ME!"

I'm just having a very "HER PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM" moment lol.

I really do look at this avatar and go "I Think I Hauve Covid" it's so nice. They're so cute and I love existing in this digital flesh.

[eponastory]

@pizzalover8969

I come bearing gifts!

Marlene

If there was an award for the worst credit score ever, it would go to Dante. Not that he needed good credit to get what he wanted anyway, but it did help his chances. If there was negative credit, that was where his was. That did not matter because he found someone with a really good sale going on.

Two hours of talking to a sleazy car salesman later, he drove out of the parking lot with a very old red Dodge Caravan.

He got it for the rock bottom price of one thousand dollars. Which covered the price of the state of the art sound system from the early 2000s. It even had a CD player. Oh, and a tiny disco ball hanging from the rear-view mirror. There were some dents in the doors. The biggest one was on the driver's side, where he could not get the door open. That was not a problem. He could dive in through the window.

The seats were gray with some brown stains on them from soda or something else entirely. He was not going to really think about it. But it was clean. It smelled good even though there was the faint smell of pot and cigarette smoke still lingering in the AC. Overall, it had potential.

Oh, and it came with a built-in cat bed. Cat included.

Actually, the cat had been living in there for a while since one of the rear windows had a decent sized hole in it. That knocked five hundred dollars off the price. Overall, Dante was pretty happy with his purchase.

Now, he did not have to worry about spending money on hotels for jobs that took him away from home. Nope, he was going to rip out those back seats and throw a mattress back there. He even thought about adding in a little refrigerator in there for cold drinks. It was a solid plan.

Really, he had the ability to sleep anywhere, but he wanted a damn mattress to sleep on.

So that was that.

The best thing about the van... was the sound of the engine. It purred like a charger. That was because someone actually put a refurbished charger engine under the hood. Oh yes, it was a muscled up minivan that roared like it was going out of style. He had to have it.

And it was in his favorite color.

How lucky could he get?

Now, all he had to do was pop a few decals on it, tear out those seats, and name the cat. The cat was not leaving without a fight, so it stayed. Doing all of that took less than an hour. Well, except naming the cat.

"What is this piece of shit doing here?" And there it was. The voice that always had something to say. "Oh no... this can't be his." He popped his head out of the back of the van as he was adjusting the mattress in the back. "Dante, are you for real right now?" It was Lady.

"As real as my new baby." He smiled wide as he hopped out and patted the exterior of the van. "You like her?"

"Her?" Lady looked at him in shock as he stood next to his new pride and joy. "You named this hunk of junk?"

"Hey, you're gonna hurt Marlene's feelings if you don't stop calling her names." He caressed the chipped red paint as though it were his one true love. He was only doing it to get a rise out of Lady anyway. "It's okay, Marlene, I'll make the mean lady apologize." The absolute shock on the huntresses' face at how outlandish Dante was being had him close to breaking down in laughter. "See, you hurt her feelings."

"Dante, cut the bullshit." She fell into a dead stare and crossed her arms. He could not help himself.

"Lady, do you see any bulls out here?" Her buttons were easy to push at this point as he held his arms out, motioning to the street around them.

"Ugh... you're infuriating!" And that was when she gave up. Stomping away like a teenager after being picked on by an older sibling. "I'm going to Starbucks!"

"Hey, can you get me a pumpkin spice latte?" He asked as she walked away, but instead, she just threw her middle finger up in the air. "I guess not." Dante turned his attention back to the red van with a smile. "She'll come around."

Once everything was in place and the black cat affectionately given the name of 'Lulu', the van was ready for its first job. The only problem was that there were no jobs. It had been a bit dry in the gin and tonic department, too.

There was Vergil.

Bad idea. Vergil would not set foot or ass in Marlene.

Trish?

Nah, she was likely to throw the van at him for even asking.

Nero.

Nero could use a little bit of a night out. He happened to be in town, doing who knows what. It was the perfect night, too, because there was a band playing at one of his local haunts.

He even bought a new pair of shades to wear while cruising around in Marlene. Putting them on, he climbed in through the window and started up the engine. The grin on his face when the beautiful beast under the hood roared to life only grew wider. Yes, this was a very good buy.

"Let's rock, Baby!" He turned the music on, playing 80s rock. It was a good thing he kept all of those CDs from the 90s.

As he rode down the street with the windows down and a terrified cat curled up in the bed behind his seat, he sang to Metallica. That was when he spotted Nero walking down the sidewalk with his hands in his pocket. That was also the moment that 'Don't Stop Believing' came on.

It was time to embarass the shit out of his nephew.

Dante hung his head out of the window as he sidled up to the curb, singing loudly. Every word sung really loud and surprisingly not off key, but it was enough to stop Nero in his tracks.

"Get in Loser! We're going bar hopping!" The look on the kid's face was somewhere between confused and embarrassed. Just like the day Dante told him Vergil was his old man. Ah, memories.

"What the hell is this?" The younger man motioned to the red van that Dante was practically hanging out of as he parked. "You going through a midlife crisis or something?"

"Nope, just taking an idea from you." He pulled his sunglasses down to look the kid in the eyes. "I couldn't pass up a good deal."

"What do you call a deal these days? Chipped paint and a cracked up engine?" Nero laughed as Dante put the vehicle in park and climbed out of the window.

"I'll have you know, the car was free." He grunted as his feet landed on the ground. "I pretty much paid for the stereo system, and the cat was free too."

"Cat?" He nodded at the younger man as he reached back into the van, pulling out a black cat who was growling.

"Meet Lulu, my newest employee." Dante scratched the irritated cat under the chin, only to recieve a bite. "Okay, let me just put that back in there. She doesn't like to be disturbed." He gently put the cat back in the van.

"I don't even know what to say." Nero could not believe what he was seeing. Or why he was even seeing it. As a matter of fact, he was not even sure he was in the same reality at that moment. Sure, Dante could be a bit... out there... but this was something else.

"Don't say anything and get in the van." Dante set his shades back up on the bridge of his nose as he hopped back into the driver's seat.

"I'm going to regret this." There was no point in resisting. Nero sighed as he walked around to the passenger side and got in. At least the door opened on that side. "It smells like weed in here."

"Shhhhhh... just sit back and enjoy the ride."

[littlebosslady7]

Read your new fan fic. Vex fastened Gwen’s bear printed bjorn to Grog’s muscled bare chest. She knew Percy’s fancy suits were akin to a knight’s armor in his mind. Despite the fact that Vex thought her husband looked very sexy in his open plaid button up shirt, minotaur decal t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and casual black boots. Right now, Percy felt as he ventured into battle without black powder for his guns" Percy dressed as Tal???

Like it's a million percent yes. Thanks for noticing In Seeking Solace, that's his cool goth dad Renewal Festival outfit. I get that in terms of animation, it's easier to have main characters wear the same outfits. But I wanted our posh disaster gun man to have something a bit more casual.

Maybe, except for the skinny jeans, I just chose those 'cause Percy's pretty lanky. Vex probably helped Percy pick out the plaid shirt cuz she likes him in that particularly.

Oh, and it's little further down in the description, but Percy has his nails painted dark purple. That was a combination of Percy simplay wanting to paint his nails, and Vesper helped make sure they were neat. Like he didn't get any polish on his fingers. Because Mr. cool Goth dad probably needs some new spectacles.