#Boogie Wings

[viciogame]

🎮 Boogie Wings (Arcade)

Complete Gameplay: https://youtu.be/Q34jQGrzGFw

#BoogieWings #Arcade #TheGreatRagtimeShow #ザグレイトラグタイムショー #ShotEmUp #Shmup #Shooter #Shooting #MetalSlug #GunstarHeroes #plane #RedBaron #flight #aircraft #Viciogame #Gameplay #Walkthrough #Playthrough #Longplay #LetsPlay #Game #Videogames #Games

[howlgrowlsnarl]

Storm Blade/Boogie Wings Livestream!

[theamazingsallyhogan]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Boogie Wings - Exhibit #147

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[starrybluez]

The store I work at has switched their radio station from what I guess is Top 40 (mostly post 2010's) to just all 70's. I hope they leave it on that station forever.

[catpersonponything]

crash the cemetery gates in the dress your husband hates

finally vampire posting in october when its topical instead of literally any other time of year

[altruisticenigma]

I wanna watch Eurovision so bad y’all look like you have so much fun 💃🏻

(Also Finland was 100% robbed; Cha Cha Cha was 🔥)

[smile-files]

i might slightly alter my goody gardens designs at some point!! sorry but i'm indecisive!!!

[ryanhavethsnapped]

So I'm at a wings army and it's so weird the whole place is like, 40s to 60s us military themed, and they're playing 70s and 80s music, gurl pick an aesthetic

[spinosaurusstudios]

wings of redemption vs boogie in a nutshell

[dcxdpdabbles]

Master Posts Links

All the dabbles I have posted on my DC x DP account. Under a read more due to how long it is. Broken into three categories:

Multi-parts - Dabbles that have more than one part written.

One-shots- Dabbles with only one part written.

Requests- Dabbles written for the requests of readers. (Note: If a request is for a continuation of the other two categories, they will be filed in Milti-parts)

Master Post 1 Link

Master Post 2 Link

Completed AUs Master Post Link

NSFW (+18 ) Link

Master

Please read the indexes to determine which master post each au is filed in.

As of 02/10/2024: The newest stuff is inside of Master Post 2. If there are many parts from Master Post 1, they will remain on that one.

MASTER POST 1 INDEX:

Multi-parts:

The Royal Consort,

Child Support

Alfred's Boy

Phantom's Number 1 fan

Danny and The Fan Blog

Congratulations! It's Triplets!:

Ghost King Summon dare

The Dauntless Matchmaker

Demon and Angel Brat

Single Dad

Jason's Doll

Alley Boyfriends

Misplace Baby

One-shots:

The Assistant

The Ghost Trio's Food Trip

Legal Compensation

Love Among Fans

Lex Luther's Youngest

The Infinite Realms Hobby Store:

Obsession Runs in the Family

Farm Hand

Vague Threats

Game of Deadly Love

Retired-Rouge

The Real Blood Son

The Kid of Candles

Magic Older Brother

Keep The God Kid Busy!

Dog walker

Clockwork's Cookbook

Respawn and Relive

The Summoning Conditions of the Ghost King

Finders Keeper

What's the rule again?

The Contact, the Butler and the Sly Time Lord

Big Fish in Gotham Pond:

Immunity system:

Wrong Number:

Timeline Prevention Squad

Requests

The Masters are Aliens

Ghost Zone Read

Red Hood's Snow

Jason Sees Dead People

Ghost Dad

Wayne Manor Ghost

The Siren of Iceberg Lounge

The Orginal

The Ghost King's Fibs

Red ParentHood

Woo thy Butler, My Lord

Double Vision

Dealeyed Soulmates

Rescue Mission

Danny's Online Persona

Practice makes perfect

MASTER POST 2 INDEX:

Multi-Parts

Cass the Halfa

Danny's Grill

Freelance Inventor

The Audit

Why Ten?

Mr. Flavor

Cluster of Cores

Demon Head Slightly to the left

Danny Fenton's Ex

New Management

Billy's Parents

Phone a friend

Passion for Fashion

Super Robin

Cassandra's Curse in Gotham

The Summoned Demon

One-Shots

Red Yummy

It's all Fun and Games Kids!

Professional Protector of Love

The Backroads

In 30 Minutes or less

One hell of a good bellhop

Corporate Rivals

Rude Kryptonian

Ecto-Specialist

Side Hustle

Copyright

Love at first (club) meeting

Catnip for heroes

Old Friends

Danny the Nanny

Lights and Camera

Hot Wings

Marriage trap the Office Supplier!

The ones who got away

Vanishing Bookstore

Petal to the metal

Lover Boy

PenPal

Fishbowl Bones

Unwanted House Guest

The Roommate

Missing Half

Danny's Did you Know?

Yeti's orders.

Requests

Batman with a gun's lover

IRS's boogie man

Dear Elder Brother's mistakes

The Undead Florist

Pit's Merman

Dullahan is my roomate

Nightowl Appartement

The one with Sunset Hair

The Cinnamon Roll's son

The lost In-Laws

The Lady and The Dad

Big Brother does not approve

Gotham's star and Shadow

Pride in Gotham

Revenant Prompt

The King and his Not-Knight

Contestant Number 3

The Lost son of the Bat

AroAce Danny

COMPLETED AUS MASTER POST INDEX

The Bakery is a Front!....right?

Cave Boy

The Adoptive Son

[xixistar]

How do you think would Starscream look at you at night like a cat with “car light” looking eyes? O-O

... I guess, this thing definitely WILL 'admire' you at night with those very beautiful eyes :3

Starscream, most likely, could not always sleep peacefully in some human house 🙄, so the last thing he could do it's.. inspecting absolutely EVERYTHING that is in the accessible territory. Including his beloved human, you know?

with, uh, a loud purring too

but I don't think that Laura really likes the way 'her wife' starts cosplaying a boogie man with wings

"can you be normal just for a few seconds"

five nights of Starscream with Cybertronian inside your house, hur hur hur hur hur 🐟

[lalalalupia]

Of cool wings and hot bones moment.

Hot bones Inspired by

From @avephelis

[f0lly-melanch0lys-world]

Since it's officially Spooky Season, I can finally share this.... A Hazbin Halloween! For a bonding exercise and for an excuse to hold an event in the new facilities, Charlie decided to incorporate human holidays into the Hotel

Let's have a look at everyone's costume choice:

- Niffty - Chose the Wednesday Addams outfit, thought it was a kind of maid outfit at first. "Felt cute, might stab some guests later."

- Lucifer - Panicked about finding the perfect costume. Originally wanted to be a duck, tried to be Count Duckula but couldn't handle the fake vampire teeth. Shape shifted throughout the evening, kept losing his hat

- Keekee - Charlie put little bat wings on her, she kept taking them off but Niffty would follow her around and put them back on, the glare is personal

- Evelyn (OC) - Chose her costume, Sally, to compliment Alastor's (they're in a complicated QPR), made the dress herself, hated having her hair down because it got in the way all night

- Alastor - Did not want to participate (Lucifer persuaded him). Eventually settled on Jack Skellington so he could still wear a suit. Didn't wear his monocle and was completely colourblind and partially sighted all night, Evelyn had to guide him around but he could still dance. Vowed to never participate in this silly tradition again

- Vaggie - Only dressed up for Charlie. Carmilla helped her make her costume (there's supposed to be leaves on the leggings but it didn't save 😫). Went for one of the more covered Poison Ivy costumes, didn't spray her hair because the smell of the spray on Charlie's gave her a headache. Actually enjoyed dressing up

- Charlie - Had to match with Vaggie. Originally thought of Joker and Harley Quinn for costumes but after reading about the Joker she changed her mind. Used so much hairspray that there was a cloud of smog around the Hotel (Pentious thought he was back in the 1800s), made her own costume. Tried every Halloween cocktail, was definitely tipsy by the end of the night

- Cherri - Couldn't make up her mind but went for Lara Croft because she's "a badass bitch". Did have guns but Charlie confiscated them. Also tried all of the cocktails but she can handle her alcohol better than Charlie

- Angel - Had been looking for an excuse to wear this outfit for months. Really enjoyed being Catwoman. Was going to wear the mask but it made him feel claustrophobic so he just stuck some cardboard ears on a headband, the mask fit Fat Nuggets so Angel put it on him so he wouldn't feel left out. Charlie confiscated the whip because she was afraid he'd hit lightbulbs and guests

- Husk - Also did not want to participate. Alastor told him that if he had to do it, so did he. Grumbled the entire time Angel painted his wings. Didn't mind the mask but it did irritate his whiskers after a while. Was really proud of the themed cocktail menu. Made sure to throw out guests that kept harassing the people who were in more "revealing" costumes. Fed a drunk mobster to Alastor after the guy wouldn't leave Angel alone

- Pentious - Arrived late. Accidentally left his costume (Indiana Jones) at the embassy, was about to cry then Cherri came up with an idea. She found some bandages, tinted them with makeup and wrapped them around him. Really enjoyed the night and the costumes overall

Honourable mentions:

- Mammon - Came as Oogie Boogie. Spent the evening critiquing everyone's costumes, ate so many sweets he passed out

- Frank and the Egg Bois - Angel painted them to look like an Exeggute (nerds make for some interesting conversations after sex) . Were completely confused for the entire night, almost got stepped on several times

- Vox - Played jump scares on his screen throughout the evening

- Velvette - Came as a creepy antique, yet stylish doll. Kept spinning her head around 360° and popping out her limbs

- Alictoria (Alice OC) - Couldn't decide on what to be, let Velvette pick her costume (they're dating). Ended up also being an antique stylish doll, forgot her contact lenses so was also colour blind and partially sighted until Alastor managed to locate her spare pair of glasses that she'd left at the Hotel (what else are younger brothers for)

Original Hazbin Hotel characters and original character designs to Viv ©

[restinslices]

Hello! Could you do the Lin Kuei trio with a g!n reader asking them to dance? Like what you did with the earthrealm boys!

You finna be real disappointed 😭

My phone storage still in hell so no pics. I need to make a moodboard for everyone or smth

Bi-Han

No

There's legit nothing else for me to say 

Listen, I know I make him sweeter than he actually is a lot but I can't make my fingers type some shit like “yeah! he'd totally be for it!”

You could be the apple of his eye, the reason he woke up in the morning, the oxygen in his lungs, the wind under his wings, his cinnamon apple, and he'd still tell you no 

“Absolutely not” to be more specific 

You think Bi-Han, the mf with a huge ego, is always serious and damn near has Batman's voice is gonna boogie? It's wishful thinking but the answer is no 

Especially for a video? Get the fuck-

The best you'll get is him listening to the song 

Which isn't all that good because he's the type to say “I'm listening” and is very much NOT  listening 

“I'm listening” *starts vacuuming*

He likes slower music so he'll “listen” to that 

I get it, y'all want me to say he'd be super sweet but babe at some point the delusion is so delusional we gotta snap out of it 

He wouldn't even have a favorite song because like I said, he's not listening much. Instead of hearing lyrics, he just keeps thinking “I can't believe they asked that”

Kuai Liang

No pt2

Y'all I can only lie so much 

Kuai Liang and Bi-Han are some of the most serious people in the game 

You're not getting either of them on board with this dancing shit 

And you're posting it? Now it's especially no

The Earthrealm guys are goofy. They'll do goofy shit like this. These guys? Some of y'all 'bout to be real mad at me, but it must be said… 

Unlike Bi-Han he'll listen to a song and actually listen to it

And maybe he'll have a favorite. Maybe. 

Kuai Liang gives me “I only stick to one genre” vibes so he'll listen to it but the chances of him listening to it again are pretty slim 

This ain't what y'all want but I'm tryna imagine it and feel the fantasy and it's just not fantasy-ing

Maybe he'll slow dance with you but that's off camera and private 

He wouldn't lie and be like “oh sure. We can do it later”

He's just like “um… no but thanks for the invite”

You can ask another Lin Kuei though. He won't be upset 

Or you can do it by yourself and he'll gladly watch and hold the camera 

Tomas Vrbada

Y'all ain't gon’ believe what imma say next-

LISTEN I wanna say they'd all bust it down but like y'all, let's be real 😭

None of them are letting you record them dancing then post it on the internet. They are assassins that's constantly doing shit for Earthrealm 

He'd be nice when he says no at least 

“I'm no good at dancing. You can show me though”

Maybe he'd do a little step to the left, step to the right, spin around and break it down tonight but it's not on camera 

It'd have to be the most simple dance ever and you two would have to be alone 

He'd do a little dance if you kept bothering him but that video shit is not happening and he'd only do it once. Maybe twice. 

Idk why but I feel like Tomas got two left feet but he'll try his best for you so you let it go 

I remember in a post I said I feel like he's lowkey a Twice stan but have y'all seen their choreography? He's gonna break a damn knee 

He'll gladly do the fan chants and watch you though 

Overall the answer is no but he'll listen to any songs you recommend and he'll watch you. Might do a little boogie once or twice if you stay on his ass. 

I wanted to be delusional too ya’ll but I couldn’t 😔 This is so short but I ain’t know what to say. We’ve discussed my brain is ass rn

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘COME ON EILEEN!, [PART THREE]

-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Victor isn’t going to let anyone touch his girl. Especially not Jim Gordon.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor x female reader. This is a 4 part fic. AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is still in highschool). Some angst with a happy ending. Gaurd dog Victor. PROTECTIVE VICTOR! Reader is sad. Victor just wants to protect her. Like, you're his world. You just realized it. Set during season 1. Violence.

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR,

♫ “You're grown (a grown up), So grown (so grown up), now I must say more than ever.” Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners

You listen to his confirmation and brighten up. You can sense the strange lack of wit in his words, and it frightens you in the same way it excites you. He believes in you. You repeat it like a mantra in your head. This hitman, sadistic homocidal maniac, as Jim eloquently put it, believes in you more then Jim ever did. Believes you’re worth more than everyone elses horrible secrets.

You think about what you said. You don’t even believe in yourself. Be an assassin. You didn’t even know how to shoot a gun until a few hours ago. You think Victor must be joking, but you read no humor in his tone. That dry sarcasm that flits into his speech was completely erased. Devoid of anything at all, except sincerity.

You turn to look at him, about to speak- about to ask a million questions. Would he take you under his wing? What about school? What about Jim? What about the people you’d have to kill?

Surprisingly, none of that seems to matter. And your voice dies on your tongue. You realize he’s been looking at you this whole time. When you meet his gaze, he doesn’t flick his eyes away. He’s lost in his own head, and you understand he’s thinking too. You’d trade an arm and a leg to find out what he was thinking. Regret for believing in you? No. Victor is shockingly honest. You’d learned that in the past few hours too. When your form was horrendous, he’d let you know. There was no sugar coating with him.

His brown eyes are distant, far off. You shift under his gaze and realize it makes you uncomfortable.

But not in a bad way.

No, it’s in the type of way you felt back home, when a dumb crush you had stared at you. The feeling of being mutually noticed and scrutinized. A pit drops in your stomach. What the hell was he thinking?

You two stare at eachother, and look into eachothers eyes. His ever longing gaze falls to your lips, and you slowly start to digest whats about to happen.

Your faces inch closer and closer together. Your high on adrenaline, on the idea your worth something. He’s inexplicably high on you.

A glove hand comes up to your face, cradling it. The city lights hit his eyes just right, you realize. The cool leather on your face makes your breath hitch.

Your not sure what’s happening, if this is a weird fling for him. His mouth is shut tight, and the lines in his forehead crease. You’re sure he’s going to kiss you in some strange turn of events-

His glove hand is placed over your mouth.

You give a short noise of surprise, muffled by his hand. Your eyes widen from there dazed state, and the moment is ruined. Of course he wasn’t going to kiss you. What were you thinking?!?

You stare at him, bewildered. Silently asking for an explanation. After a few seconds, he takes his hand off your mouth, and brings his finger to his lips. He’s shushing you. He nods down, and you follow his gaze to the stumbling men of Maroni. Ah. So that must of been what he was thinking about.

You feel your heart beating out of your chest. Show time. This could be the day you die.

“Okie dokie,” he whispers. “Time to boogie.” He says casually, repositioning himself off the ledge. You give him a slow nod.

The sound of Maroni’s men is loud. They laugh, open mouthed- obviously oblivious to your presence. Your heart beat slows down, and you realize- this is what you were made for. You wanted a purpose- you got it. If you make it out of this alive, you could be an assassin. With Victor, you try to brush that last part out of your mind.

You refocus yourself. You could be more than a resource. No, you could do more. Prove to Jim what happens when you don’t treat people with at least a little mutual respect. No wonder Penguin was asking for favors in return. He knew his worth. Something you lacked knowing, until now.

You follow in Victors footsteps like a baby bird, ready to leave the nest. You throw your legs back, and settle yourself onto the rooftop.

You and Victor share a gaze, and you flash him a smile.

Something in his eyes dies a little bit.

“You ready?” You ask him, as if he’s the rookie. The ghost of a grin on his face is lef, but it quickly dissapears, and your eyebrows furrow.

“…You’re staying here.”

Scilence passes over the two of you.

You physically recoil.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You whisper, trying to internalize his words. Again, theres no humor in them. You damn near choke.

You feel heat rising in your body. Anger. Memories of Jim telling you to stay behind.

Victor just nods at your words, repeating himself.

“You’re staying here.” He reaffirms, voice more gruff, as if he’s impatient. Your mouth drops a little at the audacity. His eyes suddenly look terrifying. Is he trying to scare you? Or is this just how he looks when he’s pissed? You flinch under his glare.

“You said- No, Falcone said, I have to go with you?!? You- you saw! I’m a good shot! I can do this!” You speak, and remember how you sounded begging to Jim to help more. Childishly, your voice rises from a whisper yell into something much, much louder- and his eye twitches.

He flinches in anger, roughly nodding down to Maroni’s men, as to tell you to shut up. You feel scolded.

Betrayl rips through you. So he didn’t think you had what it takes. What would Falcone say? Or was this Falcone’s plan all along? Have Victor leave you here, teach you some fucked up lesson about what happens when you trust people who just want to use you for what you have to offer. Would he kill you when he gets back? Have some other goon on stand-by to finish the job while Victor did the real killing? Were you just an organized collateral? Good for one bit of information, and then sent to die.

The more existential part of your anxiety is soothed, when Victor takes out a pistol. The same one pointed at you earlier. His finger is no where near the trigger, and he hands it to you.

You stare at him, shakily taking it from his hands.

“Protect yourself until I get back. Remember what I taught you.” He speaks, just below a whisper. His gaze is torn off you, unable to look at you and your damn sad puppy dog eyes. He knows what he’s doing.

You watch in scilence as he turns on his heel, pulling two more signature pistols from his suit jacket. He dissapears from the rooftop, and leaves you in your own sulk.

You want to cry, but nothing comes out. You stare at the pistol for a few moments, fiddling with the trigger.

No. You think. I can do this. I’ll prove it.

Before you find it in yourself to stop, you’re following in Victor’s footsteps again, down the stairs of the rooftop.

The lights of the warehouse are dark. You attempt to stick to the shadows. There’s no sight of Victor, and you assume he must be outside, taking care of the men out there.

It’s a big empty space, and you’re surrounded in darkness. You feel your heart hammer beside yourself, and the grip on your gun is shakey. You hear numerous gunshots from outside, and your suspicions are confirmed. You know he can take care of himself, but a strange protectiveness wells up in you. You hope Victor’s okay.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when you feel a grip on your neck. You’re pulled into a tall body, back whisked against it. There’s a knife to your throat, and a quiet rat-like voice fills your ears.

“Falcone’s got rookies doing his dirty work now, boys.” The nasally tone chuckles, and you feel sick. Your breathing speeds up, and you hear the other shallow laughs of at least three other men.

Remember your training. You affirm. WWVD. What would Victor do.

You feel the knife gear up to slice your throat wide open, and you kick your head back. It sends the man flying behind you.

In an instant, you forget all about how these are people. Parents of your “friends”. Your fingers clench around the pistol, and you turn around, shooting directly at the man, just like a stop sign. He falls to the ground instantly, brains blown out.

He looks like the student you saw, face beaten in. You don’t care. You still have something to prove.

The other men look stunned, and your chest heaves. You point your gun wildly, shifting from one to another. They put there hands up. You realize they are unarmed. Idiots, you think. So egotistical, thinking men in numbers and pocket-knives would be enough to save them. They truly didn’t believe they’d get caught anytime soon.

You hear them beg for their lives. You just snarl. No, you think. You definitely could be an assassin. You definitely could be a killer. You were not an informant. No, you had a job to do. A real job; by order of Carmine Falcone. Zsasz and Gordon be damned.

You shot them all dead.

There bodies twitch underneath you, and you don’t stare in horror. No, this feels a hundred times better than a stop sign. You feel useful. First hand. You did this. You did something. And you’re proud.

Watching the bodies on the floor, you hardly realize the flickering lights of a single police car. You don’t hear the call of,

“GCPD! Put your hands up!”

You catch your breath, and feel your fingers only tighten around the gun. You whip around, still in position. No, you’re protecting yourself.

Your vision is blurry from the strong sudden flourescents of the lights. You squint, and make out a single cop. Or rather, a single detective. Jim fucking Gordon.

He stares at you, and he seems a bit bruised himself. Scuffs on his forehead and a bloody bruise on his cheek from fighting. You look at the gun pointed at you. The guns pointed at eachother.

You must look scared. Your previous confidence is replaced with something vulnerable. Intimate. You’re sure you look mousy, hair ruffled, blood sprayed, cheeks pink. Your body is small underneath Jim’s, and you struggle to look him in the eye.

“Y/N. Put the gun down.” He states, firm. He looks at the bodies on the floor. You don’t flinch.

“So you can arrest me?” You fire back, “So I can end up in Blackgate with all the people I helped put in there?”

He doesn’t falter, still in position. But he doesn’t speak.

“Think about it Jim. What I just did,” You nod to the bodies. “I helped! I did more than you ever let me believe I could! And if you arrest me, I’m going to die in that prison, Jim. You know that!” You speak, earnest. It’s true. Sooner or later, everyone would connect the dots. Find out who you are. Criminals would have a bounty on your head for exposing them. Best case scenario, you’d get beat to death in prison if you were lucky.

Theres something sad in Jim’s eyes, dissapointment. You feel tears pool in yours.

“You need me!” You plead with him, “Put the gun down! Let me walk! And I can keep helping you!”

He shakes his head.

“You really think Falcone’s ever gonna let you come back into the precint? Ever let me see you again?” Jim’s voice is breaking. You register his words. “Y/N, you belong to him now. You’re a criminal. You made your choice.”

You gape at him, trying desperately to push his words out of your head. Tears flow freely down your cheeks, and you feel him closing in on you. Subconsciously, your hand begins to drop the gun. Jim breathes a sigh of relief at you, through sad eyes. Gotham’s hero. You think, bitterly. Your only friend.

The gun has almost completely slipped from your hands. You’ve already lost. You faltered.

Until you hear the click of a gun. And look up to hear a familar voice.

“Hey Jimbo.” Victor speaks, gun pressed to Jim’s temple. Jim pauses, but his grip on his pistol doesn’t. Victor speaks through gritted teeth, turning to press it harder into his head. “Drop it. Now.”

His voice is low, and threatening. Ah, you get it now. This is the sadistic homocidal maniac.

You can’t register anything thats happening clearly. Jim reluctantly drops the gun on the ground, hands going up in surrender. You heave a sigh of relief.

You realize, Victor is not yeilding. You thought he’d run with you. No. He keeps his gun pointed firmly at Jim. And you feel panic rising inside of you. You don’t want your only friend…if you can still call him that…dead.

“Victor.” You breathe, and he doesn’t look at you. His gaze is hard, eyes wide in alert as he focuses the gun further into Jim. “Victor, please.”

You plead with him. Jim is deadly silent.

“Victor, don’t kill him. He’s the only friend I have.” You beg, and Victor’s eye twitches, as if the sentiment makes him even angrier. He finally looks at you.

“I told you stay on the rooftop.” He grits out.

“…You also said I could do this.” You nod, to the bodies around you.

You two argue like a lovers quarrel, Jim stares intently, holding his breath. He’s realizing the extent of your feelings for eachother before even the two of you do. He makes a mental note. Zsasz has a weakness, and it’s you. The quiet, desperate, small girl he met that faithful day on campus.

Thankfully, before Jim can internalize just how useful this information is, a gun hits him square in the head, knocking him out. You whisper a quiet thank you to Victor, who had opted for roughly knocking him unconscious. For now. Victor thinks. He’ll kill Jim for pointing a gun at you. Eventually. When your officially his girl.

He grabs you by your arm, pulling you up. The sounds of more police sirens ring out. Jim called back up.

You look at Victor, trying to think it through. Why did he protect you? Why didn’t he let Jim arrest you?

Before you get the chance to ask, he’s dragging you along, sneaking through a back entrance. Hes silent the whole time, and you catch a glimpse of the five fresh cuts littered into his forearms.

When the two of you finally cross over, running hand in hand into an alleyway, he pushes you back into the building. It’s still dark outside, and the only thing you can make out is the glint in his black eyes from the streetlamps.

He looks at you, scanning you over, just like he did when you met him. Which you can’t seem to believe was just this morning.

You bite your lip, and search his eyes.

They are worried for you. Protective. A dark gaze connects to yours, and you swallow.

You get it. You get it now.

He’s in love with you.

[naamahdarling]

I got permission to post pics of my boyfriend's Giftmas present!

It's customized Littlest Pet Shop kitties to match our Magical Kitties Save the Day characters! I hope you like them!

Top, Boogie, bottom left Little John, middle Silas, right Notch.

These lil guys are like 2" tall, so they are really little and fiddly to work on.

More below the cut!

Silas, my boyfriend's PC, a lovely boy good at solving problems and helping others feel better. His magical power is aura reading. He lives in an occult bookshop and I painted him after one of my favorite breeds, the Somali (aka longaired Abyssinian). I sculpted extensively around his eyes to change their shape.

Boogie/Bougainvillea/Boogs, the heart of the party. Scrappy little tough girl, brave, silly, very young and so full of life and joy. She loves humans and craves adventure. My fave NPC in a REALLY long time. She has sonic/sound powers she doesn't know about yet. She's the one I made Fat and Even Cuter. Also note her snaggletooth and funny half-squint. I sculpted that! I also bobbed her tail, which you can't see. Please note how little she is compared to the others. Her body is the size of the last joint of my thumb!

Notch, originally Firefly. He can fly on magical shimmery wings. He grew up in one of the wild prides surrounding town but a change in leadership had him heading into human habitation. He drifts around the town now, belonging to no one...but his new kitty family of Boogs and Silas. Despite being a former champion for his pride, he is thoughtful, quiet, and kind. And around Silas, he is very very shy. 🎶 Whoa-oh-oh, caught in a cat romance! 🎶

I sculpted him a stronger chin and put a notch in his ear but he's otherwise unchanged.

Aaaaand Little John. He's a crotchety, ancient Persian who lives in Treehouse Toys as a shop cat, where he spends most of his time sleeping amid the plush toys, for which he is frequently mistaken. His grumpy nature means few kitties visit to hear the tall tales of adventure he tells, and fewer still believe them, but know this: Little John was once a hero.

Little John was extensively altered. I altered his muzzle and chin for the Persian look, made him bulkier in the body, doubled his ruff, gave him old man eyebrows, and gave him a lot more sculpted fur on his head.

I want to do a few more if there's time (merkitty himbo Tiptoe, wise old seer Briar, cheerful champion Kindlebright, brave pride leader and mother Vix, eyeless quasi-feline shadow entity Asphodel) but my big concern is making a little forest display for them so they can sit on a bookshelf together.