#Fedora verse

[whaliiwatching]

a taste of hannibal, a touch of megamind, a shot of venom (pours the whole damn bottle)

i love venom (2018) a lot, it’s my go-to movie when i’m bored or sad, i have seen it many many times. i saw it again a week or so ago with a bud and finally had the opportunity to pen down this lovely au i’ve been thinkin bout

i’ve got a much more fleshed out sketch of how this au plays out. not sure if i’ll write it yet

anyway some bullet points

noir (called, ofc, noir) arrives on earth-138 in the 1920s. his first host is robbie and they basically go through the venom movie, where noir slowly learns to love earth and humanity and all that jazz. up until the 50s or so they’re an investigative reporter and occasionally a scary vigilante superhero!

when robbie is killed (not ewaf style. i forbid it), it fucking devastates noir and he host-hops for a bit, doing fun anarchy things to keep up robbie’s legacy but also losing a few morals here and there. he can do a little murder and eat nazis as a treat

the symbiotes arrive en masse and osborn infects humans with them to turn into his fascist riot police army

through vampire-hunting-esque shenanigans, hobie and noir meet, and strike up a tenuous truce to fight the government. hobie does not like him at first, but noir very much does ;)

cue a slow burn gothic romance between a freedom fighter and a devoted monster <3

[akkivee]

he’s so friend shaped lol 😭😭😭

[alphabetacomics]

An animation I did of Spider Noir bc he’s important

[lessycusee]

WOODY HARRELSON IS AT THE ERAS TONIGHT??? I AM SCREAMING -

i quite literally was saying earlier where all the horsemen stand on taylor, like who's a swiftie/who's not & who'd go to the eras. & i legit had said that merritt is a secret swiftie. that like he doesn't outright admit it but he knows all her songs & will totally have a t-swift jam session & would 100% go to the eras i'm???

[fedoraxcrowned]

It's not the expletive nor the coldness of her voice, not even the words themselves that make him lose the smile, sober up, blinking a couple of times, a muscle twitching under his eye.

Red rises from his seat and moves to meet her halfway, slowly, feet falling softly and quietly on the carpeted floor, as if approaching a skittish animal, careful not to startle her.

It's the way her hands shake, her lips quivers. It's the way she cares. The way her heart seemed to ache if not break ( he wouldn't dare to think of such an honor – to break someone's heart you have to own it, and he's content with just a little corner, a little piece of her heart that beats for her family and her people first and foremost and that he of all people has no right to own ) at the thought of his death.

Red is used to joking about the darkest topics, at least when they concern himself. What most people would assume to be the darkest parts of his life – torture and captivity and near death experiences – he talks about with lightheartedness that is unnerving.

And this? The death he faked so he could finally live a little for himself, for the first time in decades? That's not even one of those 'dark parts' – on the contrary, he can hardly remember the last time he felt so free and giddy and full of life, and that translated into the way he greeted Tamsin.

But it was wrong of him to let it, because this is is not about him anymore, this is about her and what she thought, what she felt in those hours between his death being made public and highly advertised and his visit to her.

“ I know, ” he nods, eyes somber and earnest, and this is not him trying to be clever, not now, not with her... this is him accepting the title along with the fault – he should have thought about her feelings, he should have let her know, somehow, that the news about his death were greatly exaggerated and by his own self no less.

But there's no point in thinking or talking about what he should have done – it won't change the fact that he didn't.

“ I'm sorry, Tamsin, ” Red's voice is low, gravelly as he apologizes, grey eyes glistening as if he feels her anguish as acutely as his own ( and he does, in a way... he lost too many people in his life, and he knows what it feels like... like a piece of your heart goes along with them, like a vital part of the very foundation of who you are crumbles, and if it happens often enough... you become nothing but a pile of rubber, with blank eyes and one last mission to accomplish ).

His hand raises, hesitating in the air – unsure if he should touch her, if he will be accepted – before cupping her cheek, gently, barely even touching her skin, giving her plenty of room to move away, his thumb stroking gently, soothingly.

“ I'm so sorry. ”

the President freezes in her step, a breathy gasp escaping from her lips. her agents had obviously let the other into her quarters, or at least known of his presence. there was not a thing that escaped their knowledge. slowly, she kicks her heels off, crossing her arms across her chest. her eyebrows narrow, feet moving towards him, toes digging into the carpet.

"you're a bastard. you know that?" her voice is cold, hands shaking as she lets them fall to her side. she wants to hit him, wants to scream at him but instead her lip quivers.

"I thought you were dead."

[aashiqeddiediaz]

SPIDER-NOIR || Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse (2018)

[Image ID: three gifs from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse. Spider-Noir has just been introduced.

GIF 1: Spider-Noir hanging off of a pole mid-air, tipping his fedora forward as he says, "Hey, fellas."

GIF 2: Miles, Peter B. Parker, Aunt May and Gwen looking up at Spider-Noir with varying stages of amusement and confusion. Miles asks, "Is he in black and white?" Peter asks, "Where's that wind coming from? We're in a basement."

GIF 3: Spider-Noir gesticulating dramatically as he says, "Wherever I go, the wind follows. And the wind, it smells like rain." His cape flutters behind him.

/end ID]

[starshinegarcia]

Don’t Blame Me

Aaron Hotchner x BAU Reader Part 2!

Part 1 Here

(Based on Season 4 episode 9)

“If you walk away, I’d beg you on my knees to stay”

TW: Mentions of Sexual Assault (Marked if you need to skip)

It had been a full day since your.. less than a professional encounter with Hotch, and it’s safe to say that you had been left reeling. Not only was it unbelievably unprofessional- you enjoyed it and wanted more of it, and that was what made you the most angry. You had never even considered being attracted to him- aside from the occasional dream fantasy- and now? You were all in your head about what this meant, not focusing on the task and case at hand. Your teammates had taken notice, and had all tried to inquire in their own way- Emily bluntly, Garcia by sweetalking, Morgan by flirting- but you had pushed aside every effort and kept to yourself- making an extra effort not to make direct eye contact with Hotch, if you could help it. And that had been successful- until now, that is.

“It’s possible that we need a decoy. Someone to see how his methods work, up close and personal.” Reid offers to Hotch, and Hotch nods, his gaze shifting to your desk, where you were chewing on the tip of a pen, eyes glazed over and deep in thought about- something. “Someone he knows, someone he’s comfortable with. So he can feel like he’s winning.” Reid follows his gaze, pausing, “Sir, if I may- __ seems to be distracted at the moment and it may not be best for her to-” Hotch is ignoring him, closing the case shut and motioning in your direction. “Agent __, Agent Prentiss, I’d like to speak with you two.”

Emily snaps her fingers in front of your face- but you had already come to the sound of Hotch saying your last name. You rolled your eyes at her, trailing behind her and positioning yourself out of Hotch’s gaze. “We need you two to go undercover, in order to fully grasp the methods our unsub is using, adapted from Viper’s.” “So, we need to get Viper to try his moves on us.” Emily sighs, nodding. You talk softly, gritting your teeth slightly, “Yes, sir.” Hotch’s eyes find yours, finally, “Agent, you can sit this one out, if you feel unsafe-” “No. I can do it.” Your voice comes out bitter and sharp, so you hastily add a “Sir.” at the end to cover your tracks. You follow Emily into the women’s locker room, grabbing your go bag and angrily digging through it. “You okay?” Emily raises her eyebrow at you, well versed at reading women by now. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.”

The familiar lights of the, once again, still sleazy bar hit your face as you walk in, carefully trailing behind Emily, with eyes alert. You had both changed into less FBI-agent like clothes, grabbing a drink from the bar as you found a seat n the corner. Before long, the familiar sharp scent of cheap cologne met your nostrils as Viper emerged behind you. “Well, well, well. Look who’s back for a taste. Who’s your friend?” You see Emily swallow a snarky remark, “Emily Prentiss.” “Enchante.” Viper smirks, bowing dramatically as his eyes find you. “So, tell me, did my methods work?” “You could say that, I suppose.” You hear Hotch’s voice in your head, Agent, you can sit this one out, and you grit your teeth, leaning in closer and continuing to banter with him.

SKIP HERE FOR SA TRIGGER!! At a certain point, you feel Emily tugging on your shirt, and you whip around to see her slyly following a man in a fedora. You turned back to Viper, “This has been.. Nice, but I have to go now, I’m afraid. Look me up on Facebook- unless you’re too off-grid for that.” Viper’s eyes change, grabbing onto your arm and pulling you to him quickly. “I don’t think so.” He growls, dragging you back into the depths of the bar. You freeze, going limp as you realize the danger you’ve put yourself in. You fumble for your gun- shit, you had gone in unarmed and unwired. You found yourself in the same dark corner you had been in earlier, just in daylight- it was much scarier now. Viper’s rough hands found your body, as you shook your head, trying to protest, or fight back, “Stop, please-” “Don’t fight it.” His hand found your mouth, muffling your protests.

You sunk your head against the brick wall, closing your eyes as tears streaked down your face- until a sharp voice broke through the dark. “FBI, Freeze, hands behind your back! Now!” You blinked quickly, seeing the blurry vision of Hotch aiming a gun at your attacker through your tears. Viper scoffed as Morgan cuffed him, and you fell against the wall, your knees crumbling underneath you. Hotch immediately put his gun away, moving towards you- but you summoned every bit of strength left in you and threw your arms around him. He stiffened at first, but just as quickly wrapped his arms around you, tightly holding you and using his free hand to stroke your hair. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here.”

“Don’t blame me, love made me crazy”

(if it doesn’t, you ain’t doing it right)

𝐀/𝐍 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬!! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭,, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 ;)

[watermelonsugacry]

Hi!! I just wanna say I’m obsessed with your harry x 1dmember!reader series and have binged the entire masterlist. What got me all gooey and fluffy inside was when it was mentioned that Harry and reader would cuddle up on a bunk and show each other vines they found funny. I’d really love to see more moments like that where it's just them.. Harry gazing at reader with heart-shaped eyes whilst reader isn't looking and vice verse. Your work is beautiful, Im in love <333

They have so many moments like this where do I even begin?!

2012:

Being on the tour bus for hours on end as the band travels from one city to another can become one of two things: chaos as YN and the boys talk and eat and occasionally rough house from being locked up for so long. Or the bus is filled with peaceful serenity as each band member goes about doing their own thing.

Days like today, it was the ladder as the lads are scattered around the bus: Niall with his guitar in his hands at the front of the bus, Liam and Louis eating at the small table, and Zayn napping the day away.

As for YN and Harry, the two are lounged out in the back of the bus that was more like the TV room. Despite the small area being lined with leather seating, the two teenagers find themselves squished next to one another at the center of the couch.

And despite being the only ones on the room, YN and Harry each share an ear bud that's connected to his phone as he shows her funny vines. Their excuse was to share earphones for the sake of not disturbing the peace on the quiet bus but they both somehow knew it was an invalid excuse given Niall's peaceful strumming can be heard from all the way back here.

It's not like it bothered either of them to begin with. Instead of her eyes being on the small video clip he's eagerly showing her, her eyes stay on his lips for a moment too long. In turn, Harry holds his breath every time she leans closer and swipes her finger on the screen to rewatch the silly clip. One easy lean forward and he can press his lips to the soft skin of her cheek, but as always, he refrains from doing so.

2013:

After a long day of press interviews for their documentary film, This Is Us, Harry, Niall, and YN ride together in a black Range Rover as they go to their next location.

While Niall chats away with the driver and other security guards at the front of the car, the two of them rest in the backseat. YN crosses her arms over one another and closes her eyes just to ease her oncoming headache from all of the commotions from the day.

Not long after, Harry looks up from his phone when he feels something on his shoulder. He sees the top of YN’s cheek smushed against him, her chest rising and falling at a peaceful rate as she sleeps. Very carefully and delicately, he maneuvers himself lower in his seat so that her head can fully and comfortably rest on his shoulder.

He just hopes that the other lads in the car will assume that the soft smile on his face is from what's on his phone and not the lovely girl napping on his shoulder.

2014:

During their photoshoot for their fourth album cover, the band constantly moves around in front of the brown, hardwood wall as the photographer continuously takes their pictures.

With her back to the rest of the band as they mess around for the pictures, YN rests her forearm on Harry's shoulder, tilting her head with a small smile and raise of her eyebrows.

There are various in-the-moment photos where Harry looks at his bandmate with sparkling eyes as he reaches up to gently pluck an eyelash on the top of her cheek. It results in her giving him one of her golden smiles that never fails to make his dimples dig into his cheeks.

As the rest of the boys throw their arms around one another and make silly faces, the two of them are in their own world.

He physically can't take his eyes off of her as she reaches up to take the fedora off his head and playfully places it on her own.

2015: 

YN stands on top of one of the raised platforms on the catwalk as she speaks with Harry. The fans can't possibly hear what their conversation is about but they still get extremely giddy at the sight of the two interacting.

He nods to whatever she’s saying and as he goes to place his water bottle by her feet, he notices the laces on YN’s heeled boots have come undone. As he responds to her, he lowers himself down to one knee and ties the laces again. 

YN doesn't even realize the fond smile resting on her lips as she looks down at her bandmate. Even the ear-piercing sound of the fans screaming doesn't faze her. The gesture is so subtle and yet she can feel the blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Once he ties off the laces, he gives her shoe a playful pat before rising to his feet like nothing happened.

2016:

Harry and YN sit across from each other, a plate of chocolate cake between them at the Beachwood café. It's already been a month into the band's supposed 18 month hiatus and the two of them wanted to spend yet another night together before flying off to different parts of England for some well-needed family time.

YN digs her fork into the edge of the cake as she continues to go on about a song idea she’s been working on on the side. Coming off working for five years straight, her mind can't stop itself from flowing out new melodies, lyrics, and storylines.

With his fork still clean, Harry’s eyes bounce around the different parts of her face under the dim lighting of the restaurant. An affectionate smile rests comfortably on his lips as she continues to ramble on excitingly. 

He might just order her another one to prolong the night even further.

.

.

SINCE 2010 masterlist

I write for free so if any of you lovies would like to help a college girl out and buy her a ko-fi i would greatly appreciate it :) 💚

taglist:

@wobblymug @be-with-me-so-happily @ashtongivesmebutterflies @kiwiskiwiskiwi @darlingdesire @obsesseddd @hopefulwastelandcreation @cacapeepee @breezie-b00 @harrysfolklore @theekyliepage @sunshinemoonsposts @nervousspiderling @tbslonelyhes @tenaciousperfectionunknown @harrystylesrecs @certified-nalayak @itsjustsel @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof @gviosca @behindmygreyeyes @twobluejeans @allisonxmcu @theemeraldbutterfly @jean-love @marvellover-sam @b-reads-things @reveriehs @rach2602 @thurhomish @perrypughstyles @luvonstyles @mxltifxnd0m @teamspideyman @c00chiemonster @juiceboxrry @s8tellite @folklorehrry @illicithallways @claramllera @eunoiaax @hoya122 @nichmedder @sleutherclaw @gloriousmoneyrascalbiscuit @harianaswhore @teawithcyb0rgs @vrittivsanghavi @vc55bughead @futuristiccroissantlampsludge @onecrazydirectioner @valluvsu @itsgabbysblog @awkwardbisexuall @rosehel @sucker4angstt @isalove @diorchives @mrshiddlestyles02 @fdl305

[kairiscorner]

HII CAN I REQUEST NOIR X FILIPINO READER

HOLY FUCKING SHIT YES PO MAHAL KONG ANON <333 i'll make this like the previous x filipino readers, but if you babes want, i could even try making a whole ass fic about it :DD

(btw this'll be in the same time period as noir, 1930's, so if you want modern hcs too just hmu <3)

okokok now, hear me out...

he wears barong tagalogs more often around you. like, okay, if we're talking about 1930's philippines, i think he'd FUCKING DIE OF HEATSTROKE IN THAT DARK OVERCOAT AND FEDORA MATCHUP OK, he wears barong tagalogs instead bc they're light, airier, and ofc, to respect your culture :>

he was surprised to hear how well the people speak english, bc if i remember correctly, a lot of filipinos were taught how to speak english before tagalog, even in that time period. if you weren't that well-versed in english, NO PROBLEM, HE WOULD GLADLY SPEND HOURS OF HIS TIME READING, WRITING, AND LISTENING TO, AND PRACTICING TAGALOG AND/OR YOUR LOCAL DIALECT FOR YOU <333

he was a little iffy about the foods at first, like specifically dinuguan when he heard it was from pig's blood, but he came to like the colorfulness of filipino dishes and how good they really are the moment he tried them.

why do i think his favorites would be BOTH sinigang AND adobo? like if he was asked which one he liked better, he'd just go silent and say, "...well neither are purple so i think both are good options," LIKE HE DON'T BELIEVE IN FEUDING OVER THEM, BOTH ARE GOOD AS FUCK

oh and when he courts you............ WHEN HE COURTS YOUUUUU, he fr going up to the nearest manong and asking how to play a simple love song as he sneaks glances at you by your window, gazing out but not at him, the blush creeping up on his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears, LIKEEEEE

he'd spend days practicing how to harana you, HE'D HIRE A WHOLE ASS BAND FOR YOU IF YOU WANTED A GRAND, BIG GESTURE OF LOVE, but even on his own, he is AMAZING at singing and playing the guitar (you cannot take this headcanon away from me, he can play.)

and when the carinosa comes on at a party or a gathering you two are at, HE WASTES NO TIME IN EXTENDING HIS HAND TOWARDS YOU AND ASKING YOU IF YOU WANNA DANCE

"aking pinakaminamahal... maari bang isayaw kita ngayong gabi?" (shit sana tama grammar ko SORRY PERO YOU GET IT)

AND WHEN HE'S MOVING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO YOU BUT NOT HOLDING YOU YET DURING THE DANCE, HIS SMILE GETS WIDER, YOU NOTICE HE HAS DIMPLESSS

the way the corners of his lips curls when he smiles as he sneaks glances at you, wishing he could hold you as he courts you through dance, the way he blushes and how his eyes shine when he stares into yours, THE DORKY CHUCKLES HE LETS OUT AS HE WATCHES YOU TEASE HIM WITH THE FAN MOVEMENTS >>>>>

then afterwards, he takes you in his arms, holds you close, and asks you, "ano, mahal, ayos ba?" he asks with a slight accent as he blushes a bright red, hoping to kiss you right here, right now, to declare to your family and friends how much he loves you and wants to be yours

a/n: tangina binalikan ko pa mga carinosa steps BWHAHAAHA PERO KICKING MY FEET, GIGGLING, TWIRLING MY HAIR, SCREAMING I LOVE HIM <333

tags !! @thecoolerdor

[coffeecat1983]

Hi, I have a drabble request. #11 with Mario and Peach?

I also wanna tell you that I love how in your SMB Movie fics you've breathed so much life into the Mario family, especially the uncles. Since the movie didn't give us that much info about them, now it's hard to think about these characters without being influenced by your characterization in some way😆

I am so sorry this took so long! I got really sick and had to take a break. This is not only for your prompt but a look into a bigger short story I'm working on that fits in with my other Mario Movie-verse pieces. I hope you enjoy!

     "I donno Lu, maybe this is a bad idea."    Luigi raised an eyebrow at his older brother as he helped adjust his bowtie.      "Hey, you already invited Peach, you can't back out now." Luigi pointed out. "I mean, c'mon, she's across the hall getting ready to go."    Mario groaned, tapping his foot. The dance shoe shone with the fresh polish Luigi had given it earlier. He and Luigi were in their old bedroom at the Brooklyn apartment, now converted to a guest bedroom.      "But a family date night?" he groaned again.     "We've done it before with other dates, and Peach knows about the details." Luigi said, turning his attention to adjusting his own tie. "She could have refused, ya know. So quit bein' so nervous."    Mario sat on the edge of one of the beds, letting out a laugh. "Heh, usually I'm sayin' that to you."

   Across the hall at Arthur and Marie's, in their room... Peach lifted the top off the dress box and gasped softly.      "I hope the fit is right." Marie said with a smile. She placed another box beside it. "There's this to go with it."    Carefully setting the first box aside Peach opened the other, her eyes wide at what it held      "How can I thank you for this? They're beautiful." Peach said softly.      "It's our way of welcoming you to the family." Marie replied. "We've been going to this club as a family for a long time, and when Mario said you liked reading about the 1920s' and 30s', we all agreed you should come with."    She opened the closet. "Now that doesn't mean we'll be in your hair all night, you two will get plenty of time alone, too." she said as she began looking through her own outfits. "I remember the first time Art took me to the club. We had a wonderful time that night.      "Does everyone wear special outfits there?" Peach asked. Marie hummed as she thought it over.      "Most do, especially on weekends. You'll see a few people in regular clothes."    There was a knock at the bedroom door and Arthur called out. "Ladies, it's almost showtime!"      "Give us a sec!" Marie called back.

   It was an interesting group that gathered outside the apartment building that night. Mario and Luigi were dressed in fine pressed white dress shirts with dark brown pants and black dress shoes. Dark brown suspenders and bow-ties of their signature colors completed the looks. Giovanni was waiting near the cars, dressed in a sleek black tux and pressed white shirt. Arthur was wearing an outfit similar to the bros only his had a silk, yellow pinstripe vest and black bow-tie, with a newsboy cap on his head. Tony was in black pants and dress shoes, his vest as black as his curled hair with thin tan stripes. A black fedora completed the look.    The men turned as the main door opened and the ladies of the group came out. Marianna was first, in a simple powder blue 1930s' dress with her hair wrapped in a white wrap. Darting up the steps, Giovanni took his wife's hand and walked down with her while Luigi slipped past to hold the door open.      "You ready for this, kid?" Arthur asked, nudging Mario.      "Y-Yeah, I think so." Mario blushed. "I- woah." Peach came out next. She was wearing a baby pink flapper dress with white fringe. Crystal beads were on the fringe, glittering in the light. A matching pink cloche hat with small white feathers finished the outfit with white dance shoes.      "Y-You look amazing." Mario breathed. Peach blushed and in the background Arthur and Tony were snickering, stopping with a sharp look from Giovanni.      "Thanks," she replied, more shy than he had ever seen her. "You look really handsome."    Marie was last out, dressed similar to Peach but in a lavender dress with silver trim and a silver headband. Offering his arm, Luigi led his aunt down the stairs.      "Everyone ready?" Giovanni asked. With agreement all around, the group separated into the two waiting cars and took off.

By "CC"

Thanks again for the request!

[cup-0fp0isonx]

Overlord Angel Dust quick thoughts that I will make into a proper verse later-

The Mafia Demon

As he likely died before his dad and brother did, when they come to hell they eventually end up in his list of souls.Henroin, who once dominated Angel's life, now serves as his advisor, while Arackniss handles dirty work and operations. (Unless you are rping them and then they don't have to be!)

He will either wear tailored pinstripe suits in shades of pink adorned with lavish accessories like gold chains, rings, and a pink fedora or he will no shame wear fabulous long dresses (sometimes still paired with a blazer for a work look). His eyes are often hidden behind sleek, stylish sunglasses.

Angel Dust controls a vast and sprawling territory in Hell known by some as "The Pink District," a bustling area filled with nightclubs, and speakeasies and plentiful places for gambling. Art deco buildings with a demonic twist, adorned with gargoyles and infernal symbols. The interiors are lavish, with velvet drapes, crystal chandeliers, and opulent furnishings.

He will act friendly to most upon first meeting them but that is much of the game. His charm can quickly turn to menace, making him both loved and feared. If needed he can be ruthless and will just shoot someone with no warning if they step out of line.

He still does indulge in his own vices.

A pink spider symbol—marks his territory

He has a network of allies (which you can be if we plot) and tends to keep to his own territories rather than branching out for full take over. He does take his territory very seriously though and anyone causing trouble there will be in deep shit.

Angel Dust is known for his extravagant parties and events, often using them to showcase his power and intimidate rivals. He will also leave people off the list to piss them off.

[thecatchat]

YOOOOO!!!!!! I LOVE ALL OF THESE!!!!!!

I never really thought of a hairstyle for Cue, but slick back hair is so fiw2tting! I know we're basing him off a quail, but I'm not really sold on mixing the feather and the hair style together. I feel like he has a fedora with the feather on it, but just having a random feather stick out of the hair just feels... off? I guess? Maybe I'm just not used to it.

Anyway, love the body shape for Cue as well! Very curvy in the legs! Chubby bird! (I don't know what other terms to use to describe him that won't accidentally offend someone? Do you have any recommendations or guidelines for this, it's something I'm not as versed in, designing and talking about chubby-er character designs. )

I love the clawed fingered gradient for Saponite! I'm pretty sure we said that his freckles were flakes of charcoal that, like, developed as he uses his fire magic! And if he doesn't brush them off, they melt into his skin, hence the freckles. So the gradient really makes sense here! It's built up from the many, many, many times he's used his flame magic to throw fire balls!

Sneaking of Saponite. You've nailed the horns and face! My only thing is that, I remember agreeing to him having fangs, but his teeth are poking out from his lips, which I'm pretty sure are just tusks? If you're cool with it, I'd like the incisors to be able to be hidden behind the lips, but if you're really in love with the poking out from the lips style, can we bring it down to just one pair of incisors?

Everything else! The horns! The freckles! The hair! The pointy ears! I love it! Amazing!

I love Rue's new design! I think both hair styles would be a great look on her! I never considered her in a flapper dress since her job is to basically be security and a bouncer, but I would love to see her kick ass in a dress! And the way her horns work so well with both hair styles! And the fluffy feather tucked into her hair! 100/10!!! Should that be like A Thing for the Vidrio Glass Casino characters? Having a feather in their designs? That and/or the card suits we gave them a while back in their designs? I think it would be super cool. But I'm a very big sucker for symbolism, so maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.

Maybe she sometimes wears a suite because girls, especially strong girls, in suits give me the closest I will ever feel to gender envy. Like Feelings! Good Feelings!

Also, I'm going to be traveling to my cousins tomorrow via family car trip, likely to last 8+ hours, with semi decent wifi the entire way through. So feel free to send me any ideas you've got.

[question-marked]

I've probably said this many times haha but I love the outfit I made for Eddie to wear in his detective verse.

Dark green fedora and vest, matched with a lighter green dress shirt and green tie. Also with dark green pants, he just looks so handsome wearing it.

[losingitwasblue]

The Eras Tour (Emma's Version)

Act Four!!! (This is so fun!) Act Four will be Red (2012) or in my world i love you doesn't count after goodbye. (2012)

Act Four: i love you doesn't count after goodbye (2012):

state of grace

Lots of red + first verse, first chorus, bridge, chorus, outro + band and dancers and backup singers on stage.

2. never ever getting back together

Full song + hands out fedora during final chorus + Kam doing the "Like, ever!" + high notes during final chorus.

3. red

Full song with the band and playing red electric guitar (like the one played during the Red Tour.) + electric guitar solo before bridge + awesome choreography during final chorus.

4. all too (10 minute version)

Full song + alone on stage, playing sparkly black acoustic guitar + snow falling during final chorus and outro.

And that’s Act Four! Act Five is on the way! ❤️

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group E Round 1

[image ID: the first image is of Zinn, a creature made of a mass of dark tendrils and many eyes. the second image is of Victor Spooky, a noir detective wearing a red and purple fedora and purple trench coat, that dissolves into red and purple smoke around him. end ID]

Zinn

(Note: The author mostly uses it/its pronouns to refer to Zinn but have used 'he' and 'they' a couple times.) Zinn is a creature called a Monstrum who is a type of alien from a world made out of light. Due to unknown circumstances their universe was breeched by enemies who devoured their peaceful existence. In turn, the Monstrum were exiled and stripped of their forms. Somehow, Zinn ended up in a Steampunk adjacent world and came to be lovers with a powerful human women called the Shaman Empress. Their relationship, while described as tender, may have been one sided. Zinn loved her dearly, only referring to her as "The Beloved' but it is implied that she used it for her own deeds/gaining knowledge and power. Monstrum drain energy from anything they touch so they are incompatible with the mortal realm. Zinn inhabits the Shaman Empress's bloodline and is passed down through generations to minimize(?) damages. Eventually Zinn gets passed down to the main character who. in simple terms, as not to get sidetracked, is a Girlboss, capital G. She is a descendant of the Shaman Empress, technically making them blood family. Which is kind of hillarious. Imagine this tentacle creature being like "Hello. Yes I am your great-grandfather. Let us kill and consume flesh". They pick up a rag tack bunch of other characters( not limited to a necromancer cat, a psychic kitsune child, a brooding guy with crow wings, gay furry tiger pirates) and they are so found family… image link Zinn, despite not being too well-versed in human culture cares for them all the same. It has so many funny interactions with the cast, particularly the Kitsune girl, Kippa (as it does not understand her cheerful and positive attitude). Examples: -https://64.media.tumblr.com/ab33f45b9506033cdec6a6a2a9d55655/baa027673994792a-2d/s1280x1920/fb57ea6a550181e49d588a60473f050fac30300d.pnj -https://64.media.tumblr.com/41f0c01fa1e8c4e9e7dda5bcb589f24d/38ba370cd51ca323-59/s1280x1920/c96e0a11d0c0ab8b92b14cbebccd276c0e2c3c8a.jpg -https://64.media.tumblr.com/4cc511e4b365359842c0a9825dc416d5/e4f6cb4faa1aa13d-8e/s1280x1920/9f0ca9abdb590fdaca5c7a93e230a79bfe32fd2d.jpg -https://64.media.tumblr.com/c32edb01ada4ebf159bbb70b5a00c36c/3bca30f2ba708ae4-c3/s1280x1920/6f04c20b2fe1e47c0898b513e71772f99581ea13.jpg Zinn also has that tragic sibling swag, accidentally killing its sibling. It has so much trauma, but for a space-alien-god is very withdrawn and weary of the world. Although it tends to act cryptic and not reveal too much. It seems like it used to be elitist but with time has come to appreciate the mortal world although it would never admit it outloud. ANYWAY. VOTE FOR THIS PATHETIC HORROR OF GUY. Monsterfuckers and monsterfriends assemble! (and go read Monstress! There are many queer characters and the lead is sapphic! also cool monsters, cool worldbuilding, and real world cultural references) TLDR: Its an eldritch god who misses its dead wife :( / There is something very wrong with them (affectionate)

Detective Victor Spooky

Spooky's game still only has a demo, so there isn't much for me to say at the moment, but he's still a very interesting character. At some point in his life, he died of unknown causes leading him to become a ghost. Despite that, he still continues his detective work, though in the game he gets a supernatural case. He's acts serious, but without his clothing, his appearance is actually just a typical simple ghost design. He talks like your typical, charismatic, noir protagonist, but the fact that he's a ghost paired with the worldbuilding and concept makes him pretty unique.

[alloarocharactershowdown]

While these characters are not continuing on to the next round, they have done a good job making it this far!

Sasha James

[ID: Sasha from the Magnus Archives. She is a black woman with long, curly, brown hair. She has an orange headband in her hair along with a pen. She wears a black shirt with a pastel purple cardigan over top. She wears round-rimmed glasses. She chews on a fingernail and fidgets with a pen, sitting at a desk as she stares at some papers and her phone. End ID]

Sister Carpenter

[ID: Sister Carpenter from the Silt Verses. She is a middle-aged woman with long, straight hair that drapes in front of her face. She wears a long trenchcoat, a sweater, and a scarf. End ID]

Taylor Swift

[ID: Taylor from Dungeons and Daddies. He is a teenager with chin-length, straight, black hair and tan skin. He wears a green jacket with a brown collar and trim and a brown fedora. He smirks at the viewer and points a finger at his forehead. End ID]

Yuri Plisetsky

[ID: Yuri from Yuri!!! On Ice. He is a pale teenager with chin-length blond hair which falls in front of his face and green eyes. He wears a black hoodie. End ID]