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(18+) Obey Me! Characters C*ck Warming Dabbles

Notes: haha c*ck warming, it's in the title. Each character has their one notes/warnings.

Word Count: ~5.6K | ~510 words per character

A/N: I'm not dead! Been working on this on and off for like a month and half. Lucifer's and Mammon's are bit awkward for it, but I think it's passable. Please do enjoy baby's attempt at smut. I tired to keep MC as gender neutral as possible, but there are one or two that are fem!mc :/

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Lucifer - Notes: gn!mc, the barest hint of sex

Lucifer rarely has the time to properly indulge himself in you. You sneak into his study one night, a soft beg on your lip, and sweet, sinful eyes piercing his soul, and Lucifer feels horrible telling you “not tonight”. There’s a big political meeting happening in a ten day and there’s so much paperwork that-

    Seeing your gaze fall and your heart break, Lucifer sighs. Fine, he tells you. He’ll let you do one thing, but you have to promise to behave. And that’s how you end up sitting as still as you can on his lap, his hard cock buried deep within you. You’re truly dying now - you’ve been here for almost thirty minutes as Lucifer holds the small of your back, his free hand working away at his seemingly endless stack of paperwork.

    Your body aches with desire and you squirm a little, desperate for any stimulation at all. Lucifer hisses through gritted teeth, his gripped on you tightens in warning, and you whine pitifully. He hushes you gently. Your gaze gently trails over his expression, and you realize that he’s not faring any better than you. Maybe if you misbehaved a little more he’d break and fuck you properly. 

    “Don’t.”

You whine as your idea is shut down before you even attempt it.  “Lucifer~~” you whine, your voice broken. He sighs and tightens his grip on you again, his gloved hand digging into your skin hard. Another minute passes, and then, to your surprise, Lucifer sets his pen down. His now free hand joins the other before falling down to your hip.

    “Alright, alright. Seeing as you've been so good…” His other hand drops to your hip and he raises your body up, dragging you until only the head of his cock remains inside, before slamming you down. The action feels so good after having to wait so long, you almost cum right then and there. “I suppose you deserve a reward..”

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Mammon - Notes: gn!mc, existing relationship, pet names

    You should’ve suspected that the Avatar of Greed would be an insatiable boyfriend; Mammon cannot seem to get enough of you. He wants everything about, of and from you. And when you tell him “no” or “later”, he pouts and whines and sulks for the rest of the day. It’s as cute as it is annoying, and today is no different.

    You’re sitting on the plush carpeted floor of your room, a pillow between you and the little tray that holds your textbooks, papers, and pens. You’re attempting to make a study guide for an upcoming test in Curses and Hexes, but Mammon is insistent in poking the fat of your thigh. 

    “C’mon! Ya can do that later,” you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s pouting. You pause and look at him, silently counting for a minute as you give Mammon a tired stare. He gives you a confused look, before opening his mouth to say something - something that you cut off as your gaze returns to your work.

    “There. Now it’s “later”. Now let me work, okay puppy?” You hear him whine and he goes back to poking your thigh.

    “W-what?! The hell was that?!” He huffs, “A-and don’t call me puppy, okay?”

    You can feel a vein throb in your head as Mammon continues to poke at you. You’re starting to understand why Lucifer hangs him from the ceiling so often. You’re about to snap at him, when an idea crosses your mind. It’s devious and mean, but it’ll be a compromise; you’ll be able to get your work done and he’ll get your attention…and it’ll be a suitable punishment for him.

    About ten minutes later, Mammon grunts softly, his arms straining to keep himself propped up in his sitting position to adhere to the pact command. You can feel his chest heaving in effort, though he’s trying hard to disguise it.

“T-treasure this…t-this is hardly f-fair,” his voice is ragged.

    “Well maybe you should’ve thought about that. Actions have consequences, puppy.” You grind back into him, and he hisses in both pleasure and the strain of obeying the pact command of “stay still”.  You roll your hips again, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning; thankful that your back is to Mammon so that he can’t see. He moans softly in response. 

    “T-treasure p-please-“

    “Aw, does the Great Mammon not enjoy having his cock warmed?” You tease him, as your pen scratches a line of text onto your almost finished study guide. “Just a little longer puppy~.” You feel him twitch at the nickname and you fail to bite back the soft sigh that escapes you.

    “N-not a dog,” he growls through gritted teeth. You scratch the last line on your guide before setting your pen down. You lean back into him a little with a soft mewl.

    “Alright, you can move now baby. Mm, you can fuck me as hard as you want.”

—-

Levi - Notes: gn!mc, Levi being Levi

    You passively press the button on the controller, reading the nearly absurd amount of dialogue as it flashes on screen. You lean forward a little, the story of the world dragging you in. Levi glances up from his manga as you shift on the floor and gives you a questioning look.

    “There is no way you’re reading all that. Just spam through it; it’s so boring.”

    You gently hit his leg with your free hand, your gaze never leaving the screen, “Shh.” You can almost feel him roll his eyes, as he relaxes more into the beanbag you’re sitting up against, “Just read your manga.”

    A few more minutes pass in silence as you read your respective media. You hum every now again, the game’s world growing more and more interesting as you continue to read. You only hear the occasional page turning from Levi as he reads silently. You settle back against the beanbag, resting your head a little on Levi’s leg as you sigh. You feel him tense a little at the sudden physical contact, but to your surprise he doesn’t comment on it. A flicker of interest crosses your mind; normally Levi would comment on any kind of touch, even casual…

    Your free hand gently brushes his leg, a little higher than where your head rests, in a fake stretch. You feel a little flinch, but again, no comment. Maybe he was really focused on his manga, or maybe, just maybe, Levi was finally starting to warm up to you. You wait a few seconds before you gently rest your hand against the side of his lower thigh, your fingers reaching up.

    “W-what are you d-doing, n-normie?!” He flinches away, and moves a little to escape your grasp. You tilt your head up to meet his eyes, doing your best to hide your smirk at his blush.

    “Nothing, just stretching. Why?” You smirk, “Were you hoping for something?” Levi, seeming to be full of surprises of today, blushes more, stumbles over his words, and looks away. It’s at the point you read the title of the manga that he’s been reading: “My Roommate Totally Wants to Fuck Me! (18+)”.

Oh. OH.

    “Levi?” You can’t hide the smugness in your voice or the teasing note. “Are you reading smut?”

    “N-NO! I-I-“

    You sit up and turn around, setting the controller to the side and climbing onto his lap; poor Levi is redder than a hellspiced tomato. However despite his embarrassment and your teasing, he makes no move to escape or push you off. 

    You lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you show me a few pages, hmm?” You purr and flick your tongue over his earlobe, listening to his breath catch, “Maybe I can recreate a few of them for you~”

    Several minutes later, you’re sitting on top of Levi, his hard cock pulsing and twitching between your walls as you pepper his face with small kisses. He claws at you slightly, wanting to bury his face in your neck and hide from your attention.

    “Levi~” your voice is smug and taunting as you let him hide from your kisses. “C’mon~ All you have to do is kiss me, and then I’m all yours.”

    You feel him mumble something into your skin as he hides, thoroughly embarrassed by your teasing. Ah well. You don’t mind keeping his cock nice and warm until he works up the courage to kiss you.

—-

Satan - Notes: fem!mc, rough sex, magic

     You whine and squirm in Satan’s hold, only to be rewarded with a harsh smack on your ass. You bite back your moan, your body desperate for anything that can provide stimulation.

    “Thought I told you to stay still,” Satan growls lowly, the vibrations making your heart beat faster, “Don’t move again.” His command carries the weight of an unspoken punishment if disobeyed. Your body aches - you’ve been sitting on his cock for nearly twenty minutes now. You had come to him after finishing a particularly spicy novel, wanting  some…attention. Satan, however, was in the middle of finishing his own book. He had promised you all the attention you could ever want if you waited for him to finish his book. But you wanted his attention then and there. So here you were, warming his dick as a compromise.

     “How much longer?” Your voice is a pathetic whine. You have to fight back the urge to grind on him again.

      “Ten pages,” he grunts in response. He’s trying to keep his face neutral, but you can see the cracks in his facade. He’s starting to struggle as well. You feel him twitch inside you, and you break. You grind against him, rather hard.

      Satan growls right into your ear and you hear his book being snapped shut, “You bitch.” You hear the book fall to the floor and feel his hands harshly grab your waist.

      “You want it right now? Fine. Have it!” His voice is dark and dripping with anger. A dark, twisted part of you sings at his voice, and hopes that he’ll fuck nice and rough. And it seems like that part will get its wish.

     He lifts you up, till just the tip of his cock stays inside you before slamming you down. You scream in pleasured pain. He repeats the motion again again, setting a fast pace that barely leaves air in your lung. The rough pace hurts, but it feels so good. Satan pulls you a little closer, his breath tickling your ear.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted, urgh me to fuck you till you passed out, didn’t you?” He sucks in a trembling breath before biting your ear. One of his hands leaves your waist and finds your clit. He just barely brushes it and it sends white hot shocks into your gut. Satan pulls away from your ear and mumbles something in a language that you don’t understand. He touches your clit again, pressing his thumb tightly against it. However instead of feeling pleasure, a numbness seeps into your gut, dulling the pleasurable fire.

     You whine, “S-Satan-“

     “That’s your punishment. You’ll get to cum when I say you can.”

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Asmodeus - Notes: gn!mc/reader (tho implied afab), strap-on

     “Aw, come now hun. Don’t hide your face~” Asmo coos at you, his warm hands brushing teasing, but soothing strokes along your side.

      “This is embarrassing,” you mumble, your voice muffled by the arms covering your face. You feel him lean down and gently kiss your exposed wrist.

      “And why is that love?” His voice is smooth and calming, still keeping that teasing note. But you can hear a concerned note underneath it, “Would it be better if you were on top?”

      “I don’t know,” you whine a little, flustered and out of your element. You shiver a little as you feel warm lube drip onto your thigh.

     “Would you like to stop dear?”

     “No.” You tense a little as you feel him gently pull your arms away from your face. You blink a little as your eyes adjust to the moody light again. Sunset eyes take in your expression carefully, as though searching for anything unspoken. Asmo leans forward and kisses you; it’s a gentle kiss, one intended to soothe over your embarrassment. His hands guide your arms up, above your head. He intertwined his fingers with yours, effectively pinning your arms above you. He pulls away from this kiss, once again observing your face.

      You glance down and swallow hard. Asmo’s legs are spread so prettily around yours, showing off not only his beautiful cock, but also where your strap-on disappears into him. There's an inch or so that he has yet to sink down on, and even from where you are, you see small drops of lube that’s leaked out of him. It’s obscene, dirty, unholy, but the absolute hottest thing you’ve ever seen. You whine again and look away.

Asmo, having watched where your eyes fell, giggles, and out of the corner of your eyes, you see him move a little. He moans a little, “Ahaha~ Is that it? Are you embarrassed that I’m warming your cock, hmm?”

     You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, “Asmo s-stop.” You feel his skin brush the inside of your thighs, signaling that he’s moved again. He moans and you hear a soft “squealsh” from the lube.

      “Aw, why? I like warming your cock. Mm, it makes me feel so good.”

     You feel his breath against your face and you open your eyes again. Lust dark eyes meet yours for a split second and then Asmo’s kissing you again. You feel his thighs rub your’s - he’s grinding on you. A soft moan leaves your lips as you feel your skin grow sticky with lube. He doesn’t pull away until both of you are thoroughly breathless.

    “Ah, ah, can I move now, Master? P-please?”

      You groan a little, your embarrassment slowly becoming replaced with desire, “You’re going to be the death of me. Yeah, you can…m-move.”

      Your comment earns you a little giggle, “As you wish, Master~”

——

Beelzebub - Notes: gn!mc, making out

     You hiss slightly, letting yourself sink down a little more his cock, the burn of the stretch was painful, but it felt so good at the same time. His hands on your hip tighten their hold and Beel grunts. He exhales harshly, his eyes glued to where your tight little hole is stretched around him. He’s so big and you’re so small - that thought alone is a huge turn on for him and he barely manages to restrain himself from destroying you.

     You feel his cock throb inside you, as a small gasp leaving you. He feels so good inside you, and he’s not even moving. Your eyes flicker to his face and you can’t help but frown. Beel’s face is twisted in a soft grimace as he tries so hard to stay still.

      “Beel~” you purr as you lean forward, drawing his attention away from your stretched hole. You rest your hands on his chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath his skin. You plant a gentle, chaste kiss on his lip. Violet eyes hold yours as he leans forward for another kiss, this one just as gentle, but longer. You pull away, sitting upright, and let yourself sink the rest of the way onto him. You throw your head back in a silent moan, and Beel curses.

      “Fuck, M-MC,” his voice is strained and his thighs are shaking with his effort to stay still. You lean forward again, panting slightly, as you count in your head - waiting for the pain to dull.

      “M-MC,” it takes you a second to realize that Beel’s calling your name. You lift your eyes up to meet his. His eyes are dark with lust and desire, but love and concern simmer just beneath, “Are you alright?”

You simply nod, words too big of a demand for you at the moment. A warm hand gently guides you forward and into yet another kiss. The kiss is soft and sweet, but no less passionate. You and Beel stay like that, him balls deep in you while you make out softly. It’s a sweet moment - lust tainting some of your kisses with sharp fangs and a twitch of cock. 

     Time passes, you have no idea how long, but the stretch of Beel’s cock in you is no longer painful; it is purely pleasurable, and you swear if you don’t move right this instance you’re going to die. Both of you break away from a kiss, a thin web of saliva connects you, hot breath fanning each other’s face, Violet eyes stare at you with pure love and affection. He’s about to ask you something, but whatever his question is, it’s cut off in favor of a low, gruntal moan. You grind back onto him. His eyes shut for a second while he regains his bearings. When he opens them again, there is only dark lust within them.

—-

Belphegor - Notes: gn!mc/reader (tho implied afab), strap-on

     You dig your nails into his hips as hard as you can as you attempt to deter him from moving, “Belphegor, stop moving. Don’t make me use the pact.”

     He whines, but stills mostly - only occasionally squirming under you - and looks up at you with half lidded, lust blown eyes. His chest heaves with hard pants as he struggles to regain any of his once bratty composure. (Not that it would help - you’ve never seen someone fall apart so hard and so fast; he was begging almost as soon as you sunk the first inch of your strap-on into him.)

     “M-Master p-please…I was so close…” 

     You shiver a little at the honorific, still a little flustered at how easily it fell from Belphie’s swollen lips. Sure, Belphie was normally a bit more on the submissive side, but he usually remained pretty bratty through your whole encounter. However watching him submit so quickly and so completely caught you off guard. 

     You feel him start to squirm more and you realize that you’ve spaced out for a moment. You pinch the skin of his hips again in warning, “Belphie. Stop moving.”

      “Please!” He whines rather loudly and you tense, hoping no one is on the stairs to the attic. “I wanna-“

      “And you’re not allowed to yet. Remember? You decided to be a brat earlier.” 

     He huff at that and stills completely, his gaze falling away, “M’sorry, okay? Please, Master? I’ll be good, promise.”

      You shift your weight a little; having to rest on your joints was starting to become uncomfortable, but…watching him beg while cock warming your strap-on was doing something for you.

     “Hmm, I don’t know…you were pretty bratty earlier.”

      “Please Master, I’ll do anything.”

You have to tense a little to stop yourself from trembling as he calls you “master” again, “Anything? Very well then.” You can’t help the smirk that spreads onto your face, and Belphie swallows hard, immediately regretting his statement. “Start counting: five minutes of cock warming and then I’ll let you cum.”

    His jaw drops and he whines, “Five minutes? No way.” 

      It seems that some of his brattiness is returning as his mind gets clearer. You rock your hips into him and grind a little.

     “Fine, two minutes - that’s as low as I’ll go for you.” He opens his mouth to complain again, but breaks off into a moan as you gently rub the head of his cock with your thumb, “And any more bratty comments will add a minute. So start counting.”

     He whines, but obeys. “O-One, two, three, f-four…”

- - - 

     “O-One hund - gasps hundred a-and nineteen… oh fuck, one h-hundred and ah~ t-twenty-“ 

     The moment the last syllable leaves his mouth you set a hard and brutal pace, fucking into him hard enough to make his cock bounce.

      And Belphie screams - loud enough you’re pretty sure whoever in whatever room is below the attic could hear it. His back arches off the bed as he claws at the sheets. His chest heaves, desperately trying to draw in air, while your pace pushes all of it out of him. You smirk, rubbing over his slip with your thumb and feeling his cock twitch hard.

     And then he cums, and he cums hard; painting both your hand and his stomach white.

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Diavolo - Notes: fem!mc/reader, pet names

     “Mm, you feel so good, little princess. You’re doing so well~”

     His voice purrs into your ear, low and sensual. His warmth breaths fans on your ear before he gently nips at it. You have to bite your lip to stop the whimper that threatens to spill out of you, while you resist the urge to squirm on his thick cock. 

    Be good, you remind yourself, We have to be good.

     One of his hands rests softly on your hip, rubbing gentle circles in a soothing manner, while his other hand gently gropes at your chest, massaging the flesh there. His body is so warm against your back as he effectively holds you to himself. You can’t help the whine that leaves you as his voice reaches you, dark and deep.

     “Mm, princess, you feel so good. You’re so warm and wet,” his last word comes out a bit of a growl as he grinds up into you, making the dormant pleasure in your gut flare with renewed life. You mewl in response, letting your head fall backwards onto his chest. You feel his laugh more than you hear it, the low vibrations in his chest making your very being tingle.

     “D-Diavolo-“ you start, but you’re so overwhelmed you’re not even sure what you’re trying to ask for. He shushes you gently as the hand that was fondling your chest rises to gently grab your chin to steady you as he kisses you. You squirm on his cock as he overwhelms every sense you have with himself. Almost immediately you’re whimpering apologizes into his mouth, shaking as you curb your squirming. You feel his cock twitch inside you as he pulls away from your kiss.

     “Shh darling,” burning gold eyes find yours, “You’re alright. I know it’s hard.” He kisses your forehead tenderly as more soft praise falls from his lips, “You’re so well behaved, princess. Mm, keep this up and I may add to your reward.” Your face grows hotter, blushing even more (if that’s even possible at this point), and you feel your body get wetter.

To your surprise, Diavolo’s the one to move this time, a soft hiss escaping him as he does so, “My my, would you look at that; someone’s seems to like praise, don’t they?” You whimper again, and breathe his name in a breathless beg of nothing in particular.

     He smiles, the edges of it sharp and deadly. Diavolo slides his hand that was resting on your hip down, long thick fingers grazing your clit. You suck in a hard breath and moan, attempting to hide your face in his neck. He hums softly, pleased by your soft reactions as his fingers rub slow circles over the sensitive bud.

     You moan again, your hands reaching for his arm to try and pull it away from your clit, “P-Please, I-I can’t-!”

      “Then don’t,” his voice is right in your ear, dripping into your soul like liquid gold, “Go on, princess, cum on my cock.” He presses a little harder and rubs a little faster, and that’s all it takes. Your back arches off of him as you cry out, cuming hard on his twitching cock, your walls attempting to squeeze closed. Diavolo grunts softly, but continues to work your clit through your orgasm, smirking when you feeblely attempt to squirm away from the overstimulation.

       His laugh is deep and sinful, “Don’t struggle now princess, we’ve just begun.”

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Barbatos - Notes: gn!mc/reader, tail sex, self-fucking, masturbation

     He smiles as you whine, struggling to pull your hands free from their magic bonds that hold you a little ways away from him on his bed. Your face is flushed red, both from the demonus the two of you had shared earlier and from the sight before you. Barabtos groans softly and spreads his thighs further apart, allowing for a better view of where one end of his tail disappears into his ass. The other end is wrapped lazily around the base of his cock. Darkened eyes stare at you, but you can’t bear to meet them, your eyes glued to the truly sinful display before you.

     Your eyes follow his delicate hand as it traces a pattern up his thigh to his stomach. A self-satisfied smirk pulls at his lip as he watches your expression darkened with lust from watching him. An involuntary shudder runs through him as his tail jerks inside him. 

     His hand trails down from his stomach to his aching cock, and he gives himself a soft stroke, sucking in a soft breath as he does so, “Are you watching, MC?”

      You don’t verbally answer him, but the slight tug on your bonds is answer enough for him.

— — —

     “Well done,” he hums as he drags a gloved finger over your sensitive clit, watching your slick gather on the digit.

      You wince a little but don’t pull away, relieved to have finally bested Barbatos at one of his own games, “So I win, yeah?”

      He scoffs a little at your impatience, but he can hardly blame you - you did just spend an hour attempting to bake with him with a vibrator pressed against your clit, “Yes, you do. As agreed, I will do whatever you request of me.”

      He’s unsurprised by your quick answer, “I want you to touch yourself.”

      He does raise an eyebrow at that, “Mutual masturbation?”

      You stick your tongue out at him playfully and poke his shoulder, “No, I wanna watch you.”

       Barbatos crosses his arms, a playful glint in his eyes, “Just watch?”

       You smirk, “Just watch.”

— — —

     He strokes himself slowly, letting his eyes flicker close as he focuses on the sensations he’s providing himself. His wrists drags up and down slowly, his own touch light as he teases himself. He drags his thumb softly over his slit, gathering the surprising amount of precum that’s leaked from it, and spreading it along his length. He tentatively lets a soft moan fall from his lips, unused to being vocal for such an activity. He can feel your eyes burn into him as you watch, your eyes darting from his tail to his hand. He purposely keeps the end inside himself still, not wanting to overwhelm himself just yet. The other end, however, coils and squeezes the base of his shaft just right, curling just under his balls and adding a pleasant weight there.

     Barabtos lets his eyes flicker back open, his hand having found a gentle, but pleasant rhythm. You’re watching him warm his tail, eyes transfixed on his stuffed hole. Lust just barely disguises the disbelief in your eyes - like you can’t believe someone as reserved as himself would even do such a sinful thing.

     A soft whine leaves you as your gaze flickers up to meet his eyes and he smirks, “Still content with watching? Or would you care to join MC?”

      You whine and tug at the binds, “I wanna join.”

      He pauses his hand and softly snaps his fingers, the spell that was binding you disappearing in an instant. You waste no time crawling over to him. The free end of his tail slides away from his cock and towards you.

     “Come now, little one. I have two ends for a reason~”

— — —

Simeon - Notes: gn!mc/reader, making out

     The harsh light from the TV brightens and dims the room in time with the movie, as some intense action scene plays out; neither of you were paying attention.

      Simeon sat on the plush of your mattress, leaning back against the wall to hold his upright position, while his mouth worked sinfully against your’s. His hands held your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he slowly grinds into you. Your own hands ranking angry lines down his exposed shoulders. Neither of you had bothered to take off more close than necessary than for you to sit on his cock, making this impromptu session even hotter and sinful.

      The kisses are messy; all open mouthed, all tongue. He tastes faintly of confectionery sugar and a sweet demonus. You lean forward more, pressing him harder against the wall, sinking a little further on his cock. Simeon moans in the kiss, his cock giving a hard twitch inside you and you squirm against him in turn.

     You pull away for air, a string of spittle connecting your lips. His face is dark with blush, and you’re sure yours is no different; soft pants leave his lips and he tries to catch his breath. His beautiful eyes are glossy with dark lust, contradicting his holy nature; it makes a dark part of you sing that you’re the one making him sin.

      His eyelids flutter a little when your nails dig into the skin of his upper arms, “MC?” His voice is soft and breathless as he tries to gauge the look on your face. You grind into his lap, his breath hitching into a gasp and his head falls back with a moan. You lean forward and begin to kiss and suck love bites into his neck, watching his dark skin blossom beautifully in response to your actions. Simeon moans shamelessly, keeping his head leaned back, giving you free reign to his neck. His hands slowly guide your hips in a circular motion on his lap, drawing the occasional soft moan from you.

You slide your hands from his arm to the sides of his skin-tight shirt, sliding your fingers underneath the material to thumb at his nipples. He moans louder, rocking up into your tight heat and you tremble, as the head of his dick brushes that sweet spot inside you. Your teeth nip at the skin below his jaw, leaving a particularly nasty hickey, one that Simeon would struggle to hide later.

      “M-MC p-please,” his soft beg startles you a little. You hum softly and pinch at one of his nipples. He gasps and bucks into you again, “P-please. I n-need you.”

      You bite at a love bite, intending to make it darker and suddenly the world around you spins. Your back gently hits your bed as Simeon pins you there. He leans forward and plants a tender kiss at the junction of your shoulder and neck, muttering apologies as he starts moving in earnest.

— — —

Solomon - Notes: gn!mc/reader, aftercare

     Softness. That’s the first thought that your mind registers as you blink away the fogginess; you’re laying on something soft. Warmth is your second thought, and the sensation of being touched by something. Something reaches your ears, and you shake your head trying to understand through the fuzz that fills your head. Slowly the something becomes a soft, warm hum that warms every sense of your being. Slowly the distant hum becomes clearer and you recognize that it’s words, and that the words are praise; praise for you. You open your eyes bearily and realize that the words flow from a blurry blob of white. You blink more, trying to understand what you’re seeing. You feel that warmth move from somewhere else on your body to caress your face.

      Your eyes clear a little, and the white blob morphs into a person, someone who’s leaning over you with a soft, but concerned smirk. It takes you another second to recognize who it is.

      “Ah, there they are. Are you alright, MC?” Solomon’s voice is soft, and he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, “I was worried that you had passed out.”

        “...wha?” You mumble as slowly you gain your bearings again, and then it comes flooding back - Solomon had just given you the most mind shattering orgasm you’ve had to date. You distantly recall taunting Solomon about something, however you can’t seem to place what exactly you had said to spark this little incident.

       You move a little; a wave of dull soreness spreads from your thighs to your abdomen. You squirm more trying to regain your sense of feeling, and a loud mewl escapes you when your squirming ends with your discovery that Solomon’s still hard, and still inside you; his cock pressing right up against your sweet spot.

He shudders and gently rests a hand on your hip (precariously balancing himself on one arm as he does so), encouraging you to be still, “Easy there.” His voice is softer and trails off as he leans and places another soft kiss on your forehead. You shakily reach for him with your fingers just barely touching the skin of his neck; his skin pleasantly is warm and surprisingly soft. He smiles softly, taking the hint and leans down again to pepper kisses along your face and neck, his white hair tickling you all the while.

      “You did so well, MC. You’re so adorable and lovely when you squirm on my cock. Mmm, I wanna keep you right here until you beg for more~”

      The tonal difference between Solomon’s soft and loving kisses and his sinful praise makes your head spin and you subconsciously squirm more, gasping as you remember that his cock is still inside you.

      “Mm~ yes, exactly like that MC. You enjoy keeping my cock warm, yes?” He nips gently at the skin of your neck, sucking soft hickeys into it. You whimper softly and try to gently push his face away from the skin of your neck. Your weak pushes do nothing to deter him, and he grinds softly into you.

      The dull soreness is tempered by the embers of pleasure that he strokes with each press of his cock inside you.

      “Come on, MC~. Don’t you want more?”

[beargregor]

big fan of your username and banner and description. which gregor ID do you think has the most bear potential?

oh my god thank you i'm like embarrassed now lmao. i've actually had this username for like?? definitely over a year by now i set it up not that long before The Horrors which then made me not really want to post about pm that much and it was gonna be like an art progress blog or whatever but now it's just gonna be a pm side blog. life is crazy that way.

but anyway! before answering i'd like to once again say thanks for the food! i actually saw your bear gegs for the first time like ages ago back when you qrted a tweet about bear greg on twt and it was just like. instant serotonin. love my bug esp when people make him the big guy kjh is too scared to.

now to answer your question, i'd say it depends really? like if we were just speaking to my own personal bias i'd say chef gregor like 100% since he's just like. my favorite ID in the entire game (now if only he wasn't so ass lmao) and also for the simple fact that like. no matter how well they prepare it eating humans is still inevitably going to put some meat on a guy's bones, you know? but i'd say zwei rosespanner liu and kk are all also very high up there. yes i know that accounts for like half of his IDs but i can't help it he's just like. so bear coded no matter the timeline. rosespanner would also have like the most hardcore bear face in pictures imo

ik you only mentioned IDs but i think bygone days would probably be my pick for EGO? w/ AEDD and garden of thorns being the runner ups. i've been begging for nex nail geg pretty much since i started playing the game shortly after launch for reasons even beyond just "haha bear abno for the bear sinner" so like. as much as i UNDERSTAND giving it to rodya and sinclair thematically it hurt my soul just a little bit when i saw them get hex nails but not him... crossing my fingers so hard for him to get a random ass s0 gacha hex nail at one point...

sorry for the rambling answer i just think about gregor a Lot and i'm already prone to walls of text anyway so yk how it is lmao. once again thank you for your contributions to the cause, one day we'll get the rest of the fandom (and everyone at pm) to open their eyes to the truth. to finish things off i'll add this gregor w/ a colorpicked bear flag that i originally posted on my main like twenty centuries ago

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Introducing Crewel’s Daughters 

There’s been a lot of reiterations of the Crewel daughter reader and I think it best to set the record straight. All of these versions have generally the same background but from there they have favorites and attitudes aligned with their origins. So here they are:

Original Crewel Daughter 

You are the amalgamation of Regina George and Tanjiro Kamado. With big glasses and fashion above all others, you woo others with your bluntness and confident will. Your childhood friends consist of Vil, Azul, Leona, and many others in counting. You got around as a kid. 

Typically the focus of most asks you’re not one for the backseat; you like being the captain. Often keeping your yandere suitors on their feet while trying to pin you down. Esteemed leader in the Princess Academy you're taking their world by storm with your favor of the icy principal and ruler over your seasoned veteran of a godmother. Even the staff seemed to regard you with respect as you strut alongside your father in the halls of Night Raven.

“My name is (Y/n) Crewel, don’t forget. You’ll want to cry it when I serve your punishment.”

Half-Fae Crewel Daughter

You are not nearly as…loud of a presence as the original mostly because you're just occupied with bigger things. Like learning about your fae side from the Diasomnia crew. You don’t know anything about your fae heritage so it’s a given that you listen blindly to whatever they say which is often to the detriment of your father. You love him very much but you're beginning to love your Diasomnia family just as much if not more.

“Don’t worry papa! I’ll always love you I’m just learning a bit more about myself.” 

Half-Fae Leopard Crewel Daughter

Almost the exact opposite of the basic half-fae. After you were rejected by the Diasomnia crew when you hoped to search for your forgotten roots you’ve turned to the only one understanding of your justified hatred of them. Enter Leona Kingscholar who resonates with you on so many levels. Forget waiting for Diasomnia’s approval. You overblot, attacking the Diasomnia dorm when you finally come too they try to apologize but you most certainly are not accepting it. Instead, you’ve got the original’s strut with Savvannaclaw students happily being your minions. You and Leona are tight whether that’s platonically or romantically it doesn’t bode well for anyone who gets in your way.

“Come on Leona let’s blow this popsicle stand. I can’t stand to be around these dweebs anymore!”

Restoration Crewel Daughter

With the backing of your half-fae heritage, you’ve been granted the power to restore objects and buildings. Interested in architecture and retouching techniques you become the school’s underpaid handywoman. Shy and nonconfrontational you prefer to silently work on the school without anyone bothering you. But nonetheless, you’re a magnet for the Night Raven students. Especially Malleus who really appreciates your unique magic and your love for the old. Your godmother from the princess academy is plenty more seasoned but instead of the typical goody-two-shoes; she’s got quite the temper. Which usually takes the place of your own anger.

It takes a lot to get you mad but when you do you’ll have plenty to say. Otherwise everyone’s enamored with the quiet andnerdy  daughter of Crewel.

“W-well I’m just glad you took care of those gargoyles for so long.”

_____________________________________________________________

And Crewel in all versions loves you dearly whether you're playing a spiteful villainess or the altruistic hero he knows you are his pride and joy. And he’d sooner hex some student than deprive you of what you deserve which is everything.

“My precious pup, I’ll give you the world if you asked it.”

[styxnbonez]

gonna kinda,, infodump for a second cuz im thinking abt a new guy i invented last night while Very High dsfhjkdf so dont mind me <3

so i was drawing last night and i got to the point where i was just . doodling for the sake of it and i drew a guy who kinda looked like every 2010s letsplayer so i just kinda ran w it and fucked around w a guy whos more youtuber than he is person...

i was high as shit and wasnt making much sense but i do like the ideas ive come up w since so ill still share the image !

he like,, focuses so much on content and his persona that he kinda starts forgetting who he rlly is? i went more abstract here but if i am to actually do anything i think itd be more of a dissonance between the persona he puts on for his videos and the Actual guy rather than a physical thing yknow.

didnt wanna draw again so i was fucking around w some picrews which i will Also share cuz i like em :]

(i used these two picrews btw)

he Doesnt have a name yet idk . i wanna give him some random white boy name that isnt even actually his yknow ? also the thing w his eyes is that he has hazel eyes but he has the color settings on his camera so that everythings just a liiittle brighter so his eyes look more green than they are, and his fans just. draw his eyes green . also he has a snake :] he loves her dearly :]

OKAY so while i was making these picrews i was like "hmm. should i add him to hex and moes story?? or like,, make a series out of this universe*, since theyre both abt a specific brand of youtubers" and i still havent decided (maybe once i have more story w this guy ill think abt it more) BUT i did find a character to potentially connect him with:

anas shitty ex boyfriend who killed her <3

so the lore on anastasia is that she was dating this dude and he killed her after she broke up w him after realizing she was aro. then she haunts her apartment, which hex and moe move into, eventually possessing moe to avenge herself and kill her shitty ex boyfriend <3 yay <3

i only had a little bit abt her bf, just enough for him to not feel too flat, cuz while he Is a major driving force in the story, he doesnt get much of a role and he dies anyway so like. ive been focusing on the main characters ofc. but i Did make him in One picrew a year or two ago and i Think i gave him a name (based on what the file name of the picrew i have of him is called):

(picrew i used)

i believe his name is vessel. he named himself in the "omg this is such a good word im gonna look so chill and swag if i change my name to it" (looks like a loser) way, not the trans way. bro is Painfully cishet dfhjg but like,, hes a hipster and a condescending dick and thats. all i had tbh.

but now im thinking abt making him Youtube Guys roommate/fellow youtuber who all the fans ship him with (this is a bad thing btw i dont,, ship real ppl ofc lmao) and i Do wanna redesign him a tad but ..... the bones of smth more fleshed out are there now.... hes not just Some Guy Ana Kills....

the idea thus far is that Youtube Guy knew abt what vessel did to ana, but kept quiet for their careers + thats his Roommate and Best Friend. he had the capacity to kill his own girlfriend (albeit Sort of unintentionally), if Guy speaks up vessel is Absolutely going to kill him!!! something something toxic yaoi but its not really yaoi and theyre queerbaiting the internet and Guy doesnt feel safe around vessel anymore<3

i Could make them the same guy (they look similar but im gonna change that) but. the funny youtuber yaoi appealed to me more than the more logical answer dfghjd maybe ill consider it sometime in the future but what abt my two content creators who start to lose their sense of self through years of appeasing the parasocial audience in Very different ways (one thinks hes the greatest thing ever, even above murder and the other is scared and sad and lost all the time) ?? i like them a lot and what are ocs for if not mashing together random silly tropes you enjoy?

ermmm sorry for yapping so much uhhh . i wanna start actually,, posting abt my ocs instead of being vague and pretending everyone knows what im on abt at any given moment <3 so im gonna start doing that now methinks :]]

[amaurotine-daydreaming]

XII. Dowdy

A chorus of giggling awakens Urianger from his slumber.

“Rise and shine!” sing-song a trio of pixies.

Urianger opens his eyes. He is laying on a threadbare bed in a small chamber nestled at the back of the Bookman’s Shelves. A faded blanket has been thrown over him, and the door to the main chamber is wide open. 

He sits up, rubbing the inside corners of his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “Good morrow to thee and thine.”

Light slants in through the long, elegant windows at an angle that suggests, at most, late morning. Urianger only went to sleep at dawn, at the blessed end of that riddle contest, and–

“We were feeling generous, so we let you sleep for a bell or two–” says Nyl Ul, poking his nose.

“–but since you’ll be living among us now,” adds Fyr Or, twirling in a wide arc over them, “there is something veeeery important we must do!”

Urianger sits up and gently pulls aside the blanket, knowing there is no more respite to be had until he has entertained his guests. 

“I prithee, enlighten me,” he says, but the pixies need no such invitation.

“Your clothes are horrid!” Fyr Or exclaims, poking at his collar, his chest, his sleeve. “Is this what you mortals wear? So dowdy!”

The robe is, like most of the few possessions Urianger has on the First, a gift from the Exarch. ‘Tis plain in appearance, true–light gray in color, with only modest accents on the hem, the sleeves, and the sash–but Urianger finds it suits him well. He has not sought to be overly ostentatious, nor would he ever cast aspersions on gifts…even gifts which also serve the purpose of being able to present oneself in public after having arrived with not a stitch on.

“Aye, such boring, dowdy clothes!” Selg Bir says, inspecting the hem with distaste. “Boring, boring, boring!”

“Dowdy U-ri-an-ger!” sings Nyl Ul.

“We must dress you, something befitting our [Kingdom of Rainbows]!”

“Lots of colors, oh yes!”

“And pretty shiny things!”

“Scales of a water snake!”

“Stones from the river! On the hem, in your pockets!”

“Cloth from the wings of morphoi! Their dust will make the cloth shimmer! You don’t mind a teensy bit of poison with your garments, do you?”

“A robe, a dress! Something to frolic in!”

“You do know how to frolic, don’t you?”

Urianger smiles wanly. “Pray, ere you begin, I wouldst fain give unto thee a gift in return.” The Exarch has warned him that “gifts” from the pixies may later incur debts at their whims, and to never let the ledger go unbalanced for long. 

“Oh?” says Nyl Ul. The trio of pixies gather back together, hovering just above Urianger’s knees. “What’s that?”

“A hundred years hath passed since thou perchanced to look upon the night sky in all her splendor, hath it not?”

“Aye. In truth, none of us have ever seen it,” says Selg Bir. All three pixies settle upon the bed’s footboard, intently listening.

“Pray allow me to weave for thee a tapestry of words to illustrate that ink black expanse, twinkling with countless pinpricks of colorful light…”

---

When the story concludes, the pixies are satisfied–and restless–enough to go on their merry way. Taking advantage of the respite, Urianger sets about tidying the lodgings he has earned from the fae. Books are reshelved; linens are taken outside to be beaten of dust and then washed; a broom is fashioned to sweep the floors with.

The pixies’ eventual return some bells later is only apparent by their giggling. When Urianger turns, he does not catch sight of any fae, but something else has appeared. 

Draped across a chair is a sleeveless chiton, dyed black as night yet which delicately shimmers when Urianger lifts it. Strung across the garment are ornaments of brass inlaid with rubellite in the shapes of the moon, stars, and other celestial bodies of Urianger’s tale. He checks, but detects no hex or other tricksome spell woven into the fabric. In the pockets he does indeed find rocks, but they are naught more than a few water-smoothed pebbles, which he arranges neatly atop one of the shelves. 

And when he dons the chiton, he finds it fits perfectly.

[chronically-undertronic]

alright boomff (best oomf forever) convinced me to be insane on main so here i am

Crystalline

tags: Canon x Self Insert, Violence, Gay

--

It honestly didn't cross Zephyr's mind to ask what exactly they were doing, until he realized where they were. He just thought it was nice to go for a ride after they'd all been cooped up inside for so long, and suddenly they were trudging through sand that felt like it was burning holes in his shoes.

"What are we doing back in Aksemhat?" He questioned, and Cider shrugged, not even turning to look at him. Figures, he was just as clueless.

"I dunno, ask Chronos. I just tagged along because I'm gonna do some shopppiinngg~" He sang, which put Zephyr a little at ease. If they were doing anything too serious, Chronos probably would have shut that idea down immediately. Even still, he felt the need to ask, so he walked up ahead a bit to be at Chronos' side.

"Chronos," He began, and repeated his question, "What are we doing back in Aksemhat?"

"I actually... Am not sure." Seriously? "Hex called us, well, he called me to meet him here. But I wasn't not going to have you two tag along. It's better if I don't do these things alone," he explained. It made sense. Even though you could probably consider Hex and Chronos close, Chronos still didn't have the best people skills, and he knew this. When he didn't know what was going on, it was always best for him to have more opinions than just his own.

"Well, Cider's going shopping. You don't mind if I hang out with him after you figure out what we're doing here, do you?" Zephyr continued and shielded his eyes from the sun to peer off into the distance. It looked like they were almost approaching some buildings unless it was a mirage, but typically those didn't settle in until you started going insane from heat. At least that's what he'd heard, but he never though to fact-check that.

"We'll see. I might need you both."

And he was half right. After they arrived, Zephyr found himself falling asleep while he waited for Chronos to get off the phone so he could go find Cider.

"What do you mean you didn't? You asked if I could meet you h-- This morning? I thought you meant-- Hex, I'm already here. What am I supposed to do now? Gods, why didn't you call me? ... When have I ever stood you up? ... That was one t-- two-- You know what, forget it. I'm sorry. We can try it again tomorrow. Whatever 'it' is. You were going to explain once I got here. I'm here. Can't you tell me what you wanted? ... Oh, of course. Well, he is still here. I could pick them up for you. ... Seris? God no. You can't send him alone to a place like this-"

Okay, Zephyr had heard enough. He was curious about the context, but while they were here, he wanted to explore on his own for a little bit. Maybe he could sneak off. Or, at the very least, find Cider and ride his tail for the remainder of the trip. He continued on ahead through the city streets and found himself wandering through what seemed to be an outdoor market. People had stalls set up with colorful trinkets, fruit, and other goods to be consumed. It was busy, and Zephyr was quite mesmerized by the colorful tapestries, but his moment of wonder was interrupted by a cynical inner voice.

Don't run into anyone, you're wandering around like an idiot and not watching where you're going.

He was right, but Zephyr still cursed the fact that his moment of silence was interrupted.

"I'm being careful," he assured as he removed himself from the crowd to stop by a vendor selling some sort of spices or powder. Though he was clearly just observing, the seller immediately began on the small talk, which Zephyr happily indulged in. However, he soon began to feel overwhelmed with the bustle of the crowd, and excused himself as he felt the corners of his vision begin to blur. He needed to find somewhere quiet to hang out for a while.

It's too loud.

"I know it is, thank you." The constant nagging was not helping, and Zephyr wandered farther than he was sure he was supposed to. It wasn't his fault, his only mission right now was just to cool off. Chronos would just have to give him a hearty scolding later. The clearing ahead was just a dusty and sandy dead end with sandstone bricks lining it in a circle. He thought here would be a good spot to rest, but it seemed he'd wandered onto territory that was equally as money-hungry as the place he'd just come from. Well, as of now, he thought that was true anyway. A cough caught his attention, and he turned his attention to a cart that, unlike the stands, seemed to be made for easy transportation. Stood next to it was a man who wore something that gave no indication he was from Aksemhat at all. His clothes were all black, and nearly covered him completely, which meant he'd surely overheat from the sun if he planned on staying for long.

"Hey yyouu, you look like you're looking for something." His voice was almost enough to put Zephyr at ease. It reminded him of Cider's, but given his background, maybe that wasn't a good sign.

Now you've done it.

"Shutup!" Zephyr harshly whispered to no one and covered it up with a cough. "I am, I'm just looking, thanks."

"Juust looking? I promise, I can give you something that'll fill the hole your money leaves after it's given to me. Come, come, take a look." Before Zephyr could make any protests, the man had his long claws around his arm and pulled him toward his wares. Which were, to be quite frank, junk. It was all a bunch of garbage, though labeled with prices and titles meant to hype them up. Like the horribly drab carpet he was selling that was labeled with a sign that said "Traveling Carpet - 500" Zephyr wasn't buying any of this stuff, not a chance.

What is this? A shadow crossed the corner of his vision. Seth stood right in front of the cart and was transfixed by something. He extended his hand to touch the object, but pulled away once he remembered he couldn't pick things up. Ask him what this is.

"What, uh..." Zephyr peered around to see a spiky white crystal. It was one of the cheaper things he sold, and it was labeled ''Pure Astral Separation - 200' "...What's this?"

"Ooh! You're just like me, are you? You know, this item is actually very valuable. I'm only selling it because I used it, and it worked for me in just under six months. If you're tired of the looming threat of losing yourself to power, this crystal can manifest complete separation from your astral soul," the man rambled. It seemed... Impossible. Not that it was impossible to separate your personal soul from your god soul. Just that, there was typically a very special way that had to be done, and Zephyr was sure that it didn't involve a crystal. Not that he was an expert, of course. While he wasn't convinced in the slightest, Seth seemed oddly eager, which scared him a bit. Seth didn't typically express anything except for resentment, and now it was as if he'd been presented a wrapped gift. But, 200 was just...

"Does it work?" The words weren't Zephyr's own.

"I just said it does. Look at me, I'm all personality. No more losing myself to nonconsensual fits of rage." He smirked, tired eyes glancing over the top of his shades. Everything about this mysterious man made it obvious he wasn't to be trusted, and Seth was always getting after Zephyr for being a gullible idiot. Even still, Seth started to reach for the pocket that was Zephyr's just a few minutes ago.

What are you doing?

"Is 200 the final price? Or can we negotiate?" Seth asked as he counted the money in his hand.

"Hm... Well, you are a new customer, and I always welcome frequent buyers. I could give you a newcomers discount. 150." The offer hung over Seth's head, and he paced in place for a moment.

"Tell me how it works."

"You charge it outside under a bewitching moon. A bewitching moon is the moon that occurs on the night of the 30th of every month," the man explained.

"Not every month has a 30th."

"You can't charge it during the month where there's no 30th, duh. You need to set it outside once the sun finishes setting and take it back inside before the sun rises. Eventually, the crystal will draw out your god soul and personal soul, creating two separate entities."

"And this... Worked for you?" Seth questioned skeptically.

"What do you want me to do, prove it?" The man laughed, and suddenly Seth's eyes were swirling with something all too familiar.

Don't do this. Please don't do this, it's not real. We're not buying it.

Seth outstretched his claws and bore his teeth as he stepped closer.

"Yeah. Prove it. Keep your cool."

"What are you...?" The man started to back away, but Seth grabbed him and threw him over the wheels of his cart, and towered over him as he clawed the sand, trying desperately to get away.

Stop, stop, stop!

The room was dark, only illuminated by the candle Zephyr routinely lit before laying down for bed. The only thing is, he didn't remember how he got here in the first place, or if he was even the one who lit the candle. Slowly and cautiously, Zephyr set aside Seth's wolf plush he had cradled in his arms. The first thing he noticed was that the crystal from earlier was sitting on his bedside table. A gasp escaped Zephyr's lips, which was apparently enough to prompt a sleep-deprived annoyance.

Go back to sleep.

"You didn't."

You're right, I didn't. I mauled him within an inch of his life, but he wasn't lying. He didn't rage. He was hardly even able to fight back. But by the time I got him in the state he was in, I realized I could just take the crystal. So promise me you'll keep up with charging it.

"It's the fifteenth."

This will help you too.

Zephyr supposed that was true. Deciding not to argue any further, he did what was suggested to him and just decided to lie down. He was sure he'd get the missing details from Chronos and Cider in the morning.

Patience was a virtue, or so he'd been told. So for nine long, painful months, Seth waited for something to happen. A sign, a tingle, anything that indicated that he'd wake up one day in his own body, separate from Zephyr, separate from all of this. But the time never came. Under six months his ass. He couldn't believe he fell for something like this. He didn't even pay for anything, so it wasn't a refund Seth was after. He wanted revenge. You don't string someone along for so long. This was war, and one Seth was going to win, at that. Blood was the strongest scent one could track, and Seth never forgot the smell of blood he'd shed. Finding this guy was going to be a walk in the park, especially considering he knew what kind of business he was in.

As it turns out, it's not a smart idea to stay in the same place you've scammed someone before. Zephyr was a bit skeptical that Seth knew what he was doing when they landed back in Aksemhat. It'd been almost a year, why would he still be here? But, sure enough, Seth found his way to a small building nestled between shops. There was only one light on inside, which was mistake number two. Never indicate that you're home alone, especially when you're being hunted. Not that he was aware Seth was after him, anyway. This is a stupid idea. Get us out of here. "I know what I'm doing," Seth scowled. At first, he tried the door. There wasn't any reason to make a scene, after all. But when all he achieved was rattling it back and forth, it was time to try the window he saw the light from. He didn't hesitate. Seth slammed his whole body through the glass, ignoring any injuries he might have sustained. A loud scream rang out, and Seth looked up to be face-to-face with the same man who'd scammed him. "What the- What- It's you... What are you doing here?" He gasped, scooting off his bed and scampering toward the door, but Seth was much quicker than him and the room was far too small for him to be subtle. Seth grabbed his tail and held him in place. "You lied to me, the crystal didn't work," Seth hissed. "So?? It's not like you paid for it! What does it matter, anyway? You got scammed, it happens, tough break. That's on you." "So you admit it? You scammed me, you know you scammed me." Seth's grip tightened on his tail, and he let out a pained whimper. "Well, I'm not in a position to lie to you, am I? You're going to kill me, I'm not stupid. I mean, look at the damage you did." He was right, it appeared. All over his body were still scars from Seth mauling him. In a way, Seth was proud. He made this con artist suffer, and now he was going to do it again, and again, and again. "I guess I had a good run. Go on, do your thing." The calm tone to his voice pissed Seth off even more. "You're not scared?" "I've been waiting for my demise for a long time. Why would I stop you?" He shrugged, suddenly nonchalant like he wasn't just panicking over an intruder in his home. Honestly, Seth was caught off guard, and even though his eyes narrowed, his grip loosened. "You're lying." "Am I? Look... You. I'm sorry, I have no idea what your name is." "... I don't know yours either." "Well, mine's Aaron. I guess it's important to know what your food's called before you try it. In any case, my life's gone to shit lately. Business has been the opposite of booming, and I've been struggling to make ends meet. So, you'd be doing a service to me by ending my life." The way Aaron's body completely untensed told Seth that maybe he was being truthful for once. But now what was he to do? It wouldn't feel right to just kill him, he was practically begging for it after all. After some careful consideration, Seth stood up, and so did Aaron after he glanced around like someone else was gonna jump out of the shadows. "I'm not going to kill you." "Figures," Aaron scoffed. Then, in another swift, violent motion, Seth pinned him against the wall, clawing a big mark on his chest in the process. "But whenever I feel like it, I'm going to beat the shit out of you. Whenever I need to blow off steam, I'm going to find you, and I'm going to make you regret ever leaving your house." "Good luck with that. I travel a lot, you know. You just happened to catch me at home. You're not special." In Aaron's eyes was a air of taunting, beckoning. He wanted Seth to take another shot at him. He wanted Seth to kill him. But he wasn't going to give in. Just killing him wouldn't be satisfying, he was going to torture him. "This dump? This isn't a home. Where do you even stay when you travel?"

"What do you care?" After he asked, Seth contemplated whether or not he was serious about what he was going to offer. But he had the perfect opportunity to corner Aaron, and he was gonna take it. "You could stay..." I'm going to stop you right there. Zephyr scolded, and Seth paused to growl in response. "You could stay with me. And... Two other guys. If you're looking for a roommate situation." "Oh, sure, let me stay with the guy who offered to kill me like five seconds ago." "I said I'm not going to kill you." "And that you're going to beat me up. Which sounds delightful, but I'll pass." With that, Aaron seemed to think he could decide the conversation was over, and walked to the door. But as soon as his hand was on the doorknob, Seth's hand was on his, and his body was pressed into the door. "I wasn't giving you an option."

[wolfblood-of-anubis]

somethings to say about the Nina tribute video:

i originally planned on her video maybe being 5 minutes long

def was not my plan to have a 15 minute video. (14:50 if you wanna get technical)

wowza.

and im STILL missing the uncut version (yep there's more!)

but im honestly okay with it bc well the thing about nina is that she had SO much going on:

navigating a new school and residence, dodging false accusations from an angry girl, meeting this mysterious woman that sends her on a quest, becoming the de-facto leader of a new group and people looking to her for what to do next, sarah dying, hearing voices around the house, thinking she may be going insane, rufus zeno threatening not just her life but her friends’ lives as well, learning she’s the chosen one and assembling a magical cup all in less than five minutes, an evil spirit threatening her life and now her bf’s life and now her friends’ and grandmother’s life unless she finds some mystical mask in a set of tunnels under the house, accidentally hexing her friends leading to alfie regressing to a child and baby; and amber aging to a very scary point, choosing to put on the mask of anubis in order to save her friends and gran’s lives which meant her going into the field of rushes and just flat out die basically. all the while deal with romance drama and joy’s villain era.

so to put all of that in a five minute video would not suffice it nor do her justice

i did try and do parts for each song

power of the mind is and always will be a nina song, it was the first song i picked out for her and i just think it really fits her

like the first song is mainly her introduction, the most important bits like meeting sarah, getting the locket, her parallels to sarah and her ingenuity as well as smarts and recklessness too, just her character overall and then we slowly moved to chosen one stuff in the next song and then senkhara's hold over her as well as why she wants the mask after that

i didnt show a lot of rufus going down bc it's nina's story to tell, rufus is a whole other thing and at the end, i really tried to focus on nina specifically

that being said, it does end with fabian (and amber) missing her, the last bit of her being the hand written letter (not the locket, that's another thing entirely) i wanted to focus on something nina did rather than what she was given

i used imovie for the software, dont really have anything to say about it bc its free for me so i dont really know other video editing software *shrug*

the penultimate song (the way by zack hemsey) was almost this song called dwell on dreams and i changed it bc it was just too uplifting, like nope, we gotta go down darkness right now

i listened to like eight different songs trying to decide what fit fabina in the end, and i think last kiss by taylor swift really does summarize them in majority, if anyone else has another song please let me know

there’s seriously enough recorded content to make a senkhara video im ngl

also a victor video would be fun too but i’d have to go back and record his scenes again bc i was mainly focused on sibuna stuff

at one point nina’s video has over 54 minutes of content. yep. (thats not including the fabina scenes. in total it should come around to an hour and thirteen minutes. yep.)

15 doesnt sound like a lot now, does it?

i just realized while i didnt end up publishing it on July 7th, i managed to get it out there on July 17 which i think is a fun win!

my favorite part of the video is prob when vera asks victor “what is it about that girl? she makes you nervous, decidedly nervous.” i love it, i wished more characters talked about nina and what she can do, like idk rufus or some of the teachers smth like “dont underestimate them. especially nina martin.” and shit.

like for example in the s1 ending for HHA victor’s on the phone w the real bad guy or whatever, and he’s asking who’s responsible for all this shit and victor answers, “Her name… is Nienke. Nienke Martens.” or smth like that i cant remember

the next video is Alfie’s and i hope his does remain with five minutes bc the song i have for him is perfect and unlike Nina he does have one direct line of evolution from class clown to traumatized to untrustworthy sibuna to brave sibuna, proving to us and to his friends but most importantly to himself that he’s the bravest sibuna no matter what.

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Ch. 22: Evil In The Eyes of the Beholder

“Do you think she’ll ever wake up?”

“Only time will tell.”

“See? She’s a good witch!”

“But she made me dance!”

“It wasn’t all her fault. You pushed her to the edge!”

When I open my eyes, I’m surrounded by bright lights and many faces. The 4 VKs, Ben, Audrey, Doug, Lonnie, Jane, Fairy Godmother- the whole room is crowded.

“Look! She’s awake!” Carlos exclaims and squeezes my hand.

“W- Where am I? What happened? Where’s Maleficent?!”

I scramble to sit up but it’s as if half my energy has been drained. But I was just sleeping…? Looking around, I see that I’m lying on a cot set up in Ben’s room. It looks like sunset outside, but there’s no telling of how long I’ve been unconscious.

“Calm down, trixie. Maleficent’s a lizard now!” Jay pats my shoulder.

“Wait- what?”

Over on my right, Mal holds up her palm to show me a tiny, purple lizard. “Magica, say hello to my mom.”

I give the lizard a wide-eyed look and slowly raise a hand. “Um, hello.” I notice an unusual smell and look to see a strange candle burning on a nearby desk. “Is that- is that a black flame candle?”

“Gracious, no!” Fairy Godmother assures me.

“It’s a healing candle, trixie,” Jay explains. “And I don’t know how black flame candles are made, but trust me you do not wanna know how this one is!”

“That protection spell was incredible, Sparks!” Ben comes over and gives me a soft hug. 

“Ben, get away from her! She’ll just hex us again.” Audrey tries to break us apart but Carlos pushes her away.

“She’s not evil, Audrey. Just because she’s smarter and prettier than you doesn’t mean you need to hate her.”

Audrey’s face twitches. “Prettier?” She pivots and storms out. When she’s gone we all try not to giggle.

“She’s never gonna forgive you for that,” Ben points at Carlos.

He leans against the bedframe and crosses his arms. “All worth it.”

“We’re sorry, Magica.” Jane gives me a wistful look and the other Auradon students join her.

“Yeah. We all assumed that because your mom is, you know, evil and all, that you were trying to spell us after the family day dance-off.”

I hang my head in shame and feel Carlos inch closer to give me comfort. “I truly am sorry for betraying your trust, however you yourselves must also admit your wrongdoing.”

“She’s right,” Ben agrees. “We all assumed she was evil just because she wouldn’t help us anymore. We pushed her too hard and paid the price.”

Evie snickers. “Yeah, by dancing!”

I can see she’s standing next to Doug, and I’m filled with potential hope that maybe they can kindle a relationship after all.

“Everyone should be hating me insead,” Jane tries to comfort me. “I’m the one who opened the barrier. All just because I want to be beautiful like you, Magica.”

“But you don’t need to want it, because you have it.” I take Jane’s hand with my free one. “Everyone’s idea of beauty is different. You are beautiful, Jane.”

Fairy Godmother now calls attention. “Um, fellow students? I’m going to need a moment to talk with Magica alone.”

The students start filing out, but Carlos stays a bit longer to kiss my cheek and give me a comforting smile. After everyone’s gone, FG comes over to sit on the cot next to me.

“Headmistress I’m so sorry-” I weakly try to sit up again.

“Shh, shh. Calm down, Magica. You’ve drained a lot out of yourself, and need to rest.” Fairy Godmother presses a hand to my cheek and smiles down at me. “I’m so proud of you!”

I try to shift to a better sitting up position, ignoring the clenching pain in my chest. “You are?”

“Of course, dear! You protected us.”

“B- But yesterday… What I did-”

“-Is all forgiven. Trust me, after being Headmistress here I’ve seen a lot of strange pranks. Hexing people to dance is pretty tame compared to other works I’ve had to deal with. After today, it’s us who should be apologizing to you. We had no right to assume you were a threat and treat you like one.” 

“They won’t see it that way. All the other students hate me now. I think it’s best if I just disappear for a while. That way I won’t pose a threat and can exercise my magic in peace.”

FG shows concern but nods in respect. “If that is what you wish. I’ll set up a safe space for you to practice. That patch in the school gardens is a bit too small, wouldn’t you say?”

My eyes widen. “You knew?”

She smiles. “I’m the Fairy Godmother. I always know. I will say that your improvements have been very impressive. You’ve definitely proven to be the top of Goodness 2.0.”

I return her smile and begin to slide off the cot in attempts to stand. “Thank you. For believing in me.”

“Focusing on the future is sort of my thing.” FG threads an arm around me to help me keep balance. “And I think you’re going to have a very important role in our future.”

Future. A word I’ve always feared, but now I’m starting to see a light at the end of a very twisted tunnel. I really want a bright future. With Carlos. But for now that sadly has to wait.

“Do you want to say goodbye to your friends?” Fairy Godmother asks as she gestures to the door.

I nod. “Yes. I’m ready to face them.”

Outside, my fellow Auradon students are talking amongst each other. Doug and Evie seem to be taking attempts at flirting, Ben, Mal, and Jane are discussing upcoming school events, and Carlos and Jay keep play-fighting. Once everyone sees me, they all go silent.

“Hey guys. I suppose you’re wondering about what happens now. Well… The Headmistress and I have decided that it’s best for me and the good of Auradon that I take a leave of absence. I just need to make a few adjustments before I go into hiding.”

“Hiding?” Evie asks unsurely. “But why? Everyone knows you’re not evil!”

“That is sadly untrue, Evie. The people of Auradon will always harbor distrust for me. And I know more than others how long it takes to build a lifestyle, so I’m cutting out the middleman and avoiding people altogether. I do, however, need a favor from you.”

“What is it, trixie?”

“I must request that you all vow to never speak of my whereabouts. The less people know of me, the better. Do you accept?”

My colleagues all exchange sad and worried looks.

“You’ll stay safe, right?” Doug asks.

“Of course she will. She’s a Sanderson witch!” Jane says encouragingly. 

“By the way, nice invisible cloak.” Mal nods approvingly. “You’re a fast learner when it comes to magic.”

“She always has been.” Ben wraps an arm around my shoulder. “I’m gonna miss you, Sparks.”

But Carlos doesn’t seem to agree with their contentment. “Wait. You’re leaving?”

[emomanswhore]

Hey, i just raed yiur story Daddy’s Home and was flabbergasted 🥵

I have a question if you don’t mind me asking. How do you make the WC and the A/N, change to colour from bluish to gold/yellow?

Thank u and your writing is amazing 🤩🙌🏻🥵

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ♡!! hihi angel, please don’t mind how atrociously late this reply is. but THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON DADDYS HOME 🫶🏽🤍 your energy is unmatched, and i can’t wait to try bringing it back onto my blog !! i love you times a million <333

i absolutely do NOT mind you asking abt the gradience, or any questions you may have for me ! the work itself is a bit tedious and hard,, but trust me. that gradient effect on any post is sooooo worth it. i’m gonna take you through what my process is, and in general how i play with the gradient text on my blog !!

.:☆*:･) FIRST (!!)— go to this site in the link.

this is my go to site for gradient text, and it’s pretty easy to maneuver. a lot of it is self explanatory, but i’ll go over it step by step !

put in any text you’d like— BUT, don’t put any font text. because the code for the gradient can’t read it, so that kinda sucks.

where the blue text is highlighted, you can select whichever effect you want. usually i pick three colored, or middle bc i like how those look the best.

i cannot for the life of me remember which colors i chose for daddy’s home— BUT, if it was that blue-silvery w/ the gold,, im gonna assume it was these hex codes. usually when i pick my three colors, i go from lightest to darkest and kinda play around with it till i think it looks how my mind pictured it to be.

the cool thing abt this too is that as you work with your colors, you also get a preview of what your hex codes would look like. so you can always look back and forth between the preview and the color wheel !

THEN, make sure you copy this ENTIRE thing. if you’re doing it on mobile i suggest you tap wherever and just hit ‘select all’ if it prompts you to do so.

.:☆*:･) SECOND (!!)— go to this site in the link.

then you’re gonna paste that whole big code you copied, and paste it into what should be an empty blue box. once it’s pasted, where it says ‘replace this’ put a semicolon(;) in there. and where it says ‘with this’, leave it blank. after you do that, hit replace text and then you’re good ! make sure you copy what’s left in that blue box, bc you’re gonna need it.

.:☆*:･) THIRD (!!)— this part is where you have to either be on your computer, OR if you’re using the mobile site,, set it to the desktop view. you’ll have to refresh your page after you change it, that way your post will be compatible with the coding.

whatever your post is gonna be, click the cog wheel at the top right corner aka your post settings. once you get there, you should see this. and once you see it, go to text editor and change it to html.

so then you just paste the coding into your post.

then voila !! you’ll see a preview of your text, and it should look like that exactly. thennn, you tweak it to your liking. and that’s how i made the gradient text for daddy’s home (^⩌^) !!

i wanna preface that this tut isn’t MINE. i learned a lot of this from the og, who i’m linking here just incase you need a more in-depth tut or i missed anything. like i said, it’s suppopeerrr tedious and long especially if you’re like me and you’re a perfectionist :’) ,, but it’s worth it !! it’ll make your posts look soooo much prettier and attractive !

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Hi there! I remember that we saw Hellmare have her little girl Cassie but that leaves me wonder, Melinda? What about you? What was Jaron's reaction when he had Abigail. I mean, you and him were the first to have a child right?

@demon-blood-youths

"Huh? Oh hello." Melinda was just setting down Ben for a nap as he was happily asleep hugging his lung dragon plush. His little hand being held near his mouth as he was sucking on something.

"Hmmmm, yes it's true everyone is happy about little Cassie being born. I think it's adorable even so." she smiled happy but she looks to the anon while already having Abigail taking her nap when hearing the other question.

"Jaron's reaction when I had Abi? Well, I will say he was happy at first but also nervous. I mean, we were the first ones to have a kid before others did the same after. And she was our baby." she mutters remembering but moves her hand having a blanket come over but sees it land. It was a baby blanket a pink one but it was Abi's when she was a baby.

"It almost seems like yesterday when I heard he wanted to start a family..." she said touching it. Still soft even to these years.

~~~~~~~~~~

"W..Wait, you want a what?" Melinda was already married to him but Jaron was flushed a bit remembering to look ahead.

"You heard me. I..I want us to start a family one day. I mean.....I don't want to make you think I'll force you of course not. I just..." He held her hand while she was blushing a bit. "You mean a lot to me Melinda. Given you are my wife now..I just want us to be happy and..if you are not ready for that...I understand." he said and yet Melinda blinks not expecting this.

"I..I didn't say that. I was just..not expecting you wanting to start a family......I would love to but...are you sure?" she asked but he only smiled to hold her hand resting his forehead against hers. She blinks but closed her eyes as he was smiling.

"With you...of course. I would be happy to start a family with you.."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I'll admit we were both nervous thinking of starting one. I mean, we would but at first it was a shy moment even working up to that point till I was at a good point of being very fertile." she said to think. "So it was a nervous night for both of us.."

~~~~~~~~~~~

She did remember being there with him in the room alone but he was holding her cheek while he looks to her. Sitting right on his lap while she was blushing herself. Even now he was still nervous just like she was.

"........"

"You okay Jaron?" she asked holding his hand to her cheek. He said nothing but sighed to nod.

"I'm alright but....."

"But?"

"Are you really sure you wish to do this? We don't have to do this if your not ready Melinda." He held her close to him but even if she was nervous Melinda only held onto him that she looks to him.

"I'm sure....I want to start a family with you my jackal. I would be so happy and honored to carry your little ones.." she smiled with eyes closed even if he was silent he only blushed to look at her.

"......Then I'll be happy to grant that. I'll be gentle.. "he said softly before kissing her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I know at the time we did do what was needed that night but I'm not saying that to you as it's private. But....in the next morning, I found out I was pregnant due to morning sickness. Still very uncomfortable." she sighed.

"But after that, I started my time of carrying a little one after we confirmed I was indeed with child. Everyone was happy about it even if Jaron was too. We worked together during the nine months taking it slow, getting advice from Hex, Ophelia, and swan. Making sure things were ready when the little one comes. We didn't know it was a girl at the time till I was being checked after a bit.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Alright let me see...." Ophelia looks moving the ultrasound around for Melinda while she was 20 weeks pregnant. However, Jaron was nervous as Melinda was curious laying there but she did bare the darn super cold gel used during this.

"Ah! There we go." she said moving to show the two as Melinda and Jaron blinks seeing something. "Wait..I..Is that the baby?"

"Yes. The baby is growing nicely and seems very healthy too. I know it's the case since they are going to be a baby demon though." Ophelia smiled pushing up her glasses.

"Wait...are we having a boy or a girl?" Jaron asked while holding Melinda's hand. Ophelia smiled to look at them.

"Your having a baby girl. She is still healthy and growing well. I'll still will check and keep up to date during her growth." she said as Melinda looks but she was not expecting this.

"A baby..girl......wow I.....this is so cool. Right jaron? Were going to have a baby girl." she smiled even if Jaron smiled.

"Y..Yeah...." he laughed but he was happy deep down.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Over the months, I was getting checked up, but showing given that everyone was curious of the gender. We did that during a reveal party so they knew that I was having a baby girl." Melinda smiled but looks to Abi. "Though, I was also on a strict status where I couldn't do anything for a while after I started showing a bit more. My stomach was growing knowing my little girl was healthy. Though, most got a bit..protective."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Echo...." Melinda was worried while rubbing her stomach seeing that as she grumbled. Echo was glaring at someone who was shaking since he was trying to attack her.

"Because this jerk called you fat and tried to hurt you! WHO YOU CALLING FAT YOU DONKEY FACED ASSHOLE!? You wanna have your face blown off!!!" she growls with the vixens sweatdropping. The DBT said nothing but Jaron facepalms shaking his head.

"You have a problem man!" the guy said.

"HEY DON'T YELL AT MY GIRLFRIEND LIKE THAT! YOUR LUCKY WE WON'T BOMB YOUR ASS!" Navarro said angry but Melinda sweatdrops to sigh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"But after all that, it leads up to the time I was going to give birth. It was scary but painful at first. But I was fine none the less. Jaron was there with me at the time worried about me but in the end it was alright.." she smiled to look at her kids. "........Though, I'll say he was happy."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Alright Miss Jackal. Just one more push. You can do it!" a nurse said as Melinda was already feeling the baby almost out but she was squeezing Jaron's hand who was worried for her. He wanted her and their baby to be safe. The fractions were in the waiting room but he was worried.

"Come on Melinda...you can do it. Don't give up." Jaron said worried.

"I.....I'm..n..not.....hurts too much.." she said panting with eyes closed but Jaron keeps holding her hand. He knew she had this but she takes a deep breath, holding on as she pushes hard. She grits her teeth crying while sweating as she cries out in pain.

Before long, a loud baby cry was heard making Jaron tense hearing it.

"She did it!" Hex said happy since he was there to help Ophelia along with Swan who was happy as she was holding a baby crying loudly in the room.

"It's a girl!!!" she said hearing the baby crying loudly as Melinda was panting crying as she heard her baby. They carefully takes her to let her see seeing she was going to be cleaned while crying. Strong lungs from the looks of it. However, Jaron was silent but looks to Melinda who was tired but looks up smiling.

"Good job Melinda..you did it..." he said while she was feeling him holding her hand. In a moment, Ophelia came back after a while showing a little baby girl all nice and clean in baby blankets before she looks to set her in Melinda's arms.

"Here you go....a healthy little girl. She looks so cute." she smiled as Melinda held her as she smiled.

"Thank you Ophelia." Melinda said happy but she then looks down seeing the baby.

"Hi little one....." she softly said as the baby's eyes were closed but she slowly saw the baby open her eyes slowly. Melinda saw almond color eyes as she was looking up seeing her mom. She coos softly before Melina smiled as she looks to Jaron.

"Hey, do you wanna hold your daughter?" she said softly as Jaron sits down near the hospital bed but carefully takes her. He looks to her while the baby blinks seeing him. He had no words but saw her slowly cooing again as she slowly reaches with a little baby hand for him. However, he moves his hand to let her hold one of his fingers that she grabs while Jaron held her.

"......H..Hey little one......nice to see you finally came to meet us....I'm you dad....." he softly said but he was trying his best not to cry being happy. Melinda smiled seeing this but he only sees her smile at her father as Jaron smiled.

Melinda thought it was adorable but she was happy. Ophelia smiled but she knew the others gave the news before asking, "Though; what are you two going to name her?" she asked as Jaron and Melinda looks to her then at each other then smiled.

"...Abigail....Abigail Layla Jackal." Melinda said but Jaron laughed to smile.

"Abigail Layla Jackal? That's a cute name for her. Welcome to the world Abigail." Ophelia said happy as Jaron smiled to gently give Abi back to Melinda as she held her to gently kiss her baby's forehead.

"Yeah..welcome to he world Abi." Jaron said crying as he kisses both her and Melinda.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"But from there, we went through some changes but we got through them. But it also resulted in me having our second little pup. Benjamin. But yeah, I can say he was happy. I know I am too." she smiled.

[cizzle-freezy]

Your characters get to play their world's equivalent of D&D... What class and species are they playing? (Bonus points if it's not something that would align themselves to who they are normally.)

Gonna cheat a liiittle bit and add a bit of Pathfinder into the mix!

...and this may have turned into me imagining a Scenario involving OCs in one big ttrpg campaign. XD

Glacia would probably be the first one to bring it up to her friends/"friends" and might start out as DM but find that she's pretty bad at it/bored with it. She thought she'd be able to do it since she's a goddess-- worldbuilding should be her thing, but she finds enjoyment in playing a human rogue! Probably something akin to the Soulknife subclass from Tasha's Cauldron? The human part is definitely a big deal since she used to HATE humans, but has since grown out of it. A lot of the backstory is probably gonna end up with her trying to cope with family and pantheon issues XP

Flarah/Ashe would likely be invited to said table but since they're kind of... for lack of better term, a split soul in one body, they'd probably take turns on using the character, and as a result probably end up building a multiclassed character. A Kitsune (pathfinder) Wildfire Druid (Tasha's Cauldron) + Witherbloom Warlock (Strixhaven)? Flarah would play the druid, while Ashe would play the warlock, and they'd switch every other session.

Tempys or Skylyn would probably end up as DMs in the long run, tho Tempys probably would end up making an alchemist or artificer that serves as an early game guide. Leave it to the dream gals to actually serve up a campaign the table is relatively happy with lmaooo

Seph would probably be something that aligns with how he views himself. Pact of the Undead Warlock (Van Richten's Guide to Ravenloft) Poppet (pathfinder). He would have a lot of fun with the potential horrors he could do with his character.

Izulda, likely roped in by Seph, would probably get Gelum's help with character ideas and they end up building something along the lines of either an Ancestral Guardian or Spirit Instinct Barbarian (they're pretty similar, difference being one's d&d and the other's pathfinder). The species/ancestry however... Conrasu from pathfinder sounds fun ngl?? Sunlight healing and all that fun stuff. Definitely something the two of them would take interest in. Gelum herself has no interest playing a ttrpg, but would enjoy watching.

there would likely be other OCs that would be willing to play in Glacia's game but they belong to other friends, so that's the end of that scenario, BUT I do have some other bonuses (will warn that it's mostly pathfinder since i have easiest access to the information):

Lara has been set up as a Shadow Sorcerer + Summoner multiclass on pathbuilder, but she could also gravitate towards Open Hand Monk. Probably be an Elf or some sort of Fey to keep it simple

Ten would be a Witch (Elementalist, with the elemental philosophy being Elemental Cycle, and Hex being a Familiar) but also multiclass into Kineticist w/ at least Water being involved, not sure if she'd do dual gate or single though. Definitely would choose something like Eladrin or similar. This bitch loves her elements, but being made of ink, the water part is certainly out of her element (pun intended)

Crystal would choose arctic elf, since she is a half-elf of sorts but is more human-presenting, to playing as one would let her be more in touch with her Chiru half. For class, probably Tempest Oracle.

Cyxlar, on the other hand, I can see her as a Kalashtar + Champion (and this is how i find out that champion is just pathfinder flavored paladin. oops. LOL), OR Astral Self Monk. Kind of thematic for her w/ the latter class, while Champion is more divergent. Kalashtar is just fun dream people and has no particular ties XD

Talia would be a Catfolk Bard and would play into the horny/romantic bard trope (but not to an annoying degree), which considering she's the only OC I can comfortably confirm that she's aro/ace, I'm sure her friends would either be shocked or find amusement in her taking her character in that direction (which that's her plan anyways, be funny and commit to the bit)

I feel like Arin and Meufi would end up accidentally roleplaying as each other, with Arin being a Draxie Summoner + Magus multiclass, and Meufi being a Beastkin Human Wizard

I think I'm gonna end it there before I get too overboard XD

maybe one day I'll add on to include different OCs. I know @ one point an in-universe TTRPG session is actually gonna happen as a way for Dusk to meet the Arc 2 characters, but I plan on actually developing some more in-depth character sheets for that chapter (watch me only use this information once and then never again) (you know, just like a real ttrpg where scheduling is hell and you may end up only doing a oneshot by accident ;w;)

[larkscribbles]

Expiration

CW: violence and character death

[ao3]

A skirmish against Muspell forces a retreat, the summoner uses a newfound hero out of desperation to try and cover their escape. The damage caused is not just limited to their enemy.

(Thank you to my beta readers (who were fed 2nd hand lore that I'm sure was incomprehensible). I shan't forget the polite comment "I'm not trying to be mean, Lark, but The Order of Heroes is a bit on the nose-" to which I responded "Oh, that's the name in the game. I didn't come up with that.")

“Lucina!” Chrom’s voice barely pierced the din of battle. He could make out his daughter’s fluttering red and blue cloak from across the battlefield. The lord threw himself between a blow, parrying the lance to the side. Like clockwork, the princess lunged forwards, pressing the advantage with a thrust. The soldier fell. They had but moments to themselves. She turned to him, the brief smile on her face quickly disappeared. His expression said it all.

“We’re falling back.” Lucina breathed. “I thought-“

“The summoner is sending reinforcements.” Reinforcement. He didn’t like this plan. He knew Lucina would like it less. He didn’t tell her. “But we have to leave now.”

“Alright, father.” Her brow furrowed. She heard his voice shake. The urgency in it. He was withholding something but now was not the time to press.

Mages aided in their retreat, flinging spells and hexes as cover fire. The lords weaved between, leaning on each other, Falchions rattling in their scabbards. They reached the backlines, battered but alive. Few advanced to meet them past that point busy with preparations, save the clerics. A set of familiar pigtails bobbed over to meet them. Lissa hurriedly flitted between them both, stave flaring with light. Exhaustion had already begun to seep into Lucina’s bones, despite the magic. She could barely understand what was being said. She found her eyes unfocusing and drifting as Lissa launched into a speech about stitching bones back together. The princess managed to pick out a familiar black robe from the crowd, hood up, setting a steady pace back towards the fight. She called out to him.

“Robin! W-“

Her words fell on deaf ears. He didn’t even bother meeting her eye. The back of her neck prickled. Chrom placed a hand on her shoulder, his grip tight.

~~~

The sky had begun to darken. Múspell forces waited. Their position remained fortified. The Order of Heroes had failed to break their defence. They would retreat, wasting resources and leaving themselves open to a counterattack. Princess Laegjarn had advised them as much and she was certainly a sound tactician. They had nothing to fear. Even so, the wyvern rider held her lance upright, remaining attentive. Her mount shuddered, suddenly restless even after the heat of battle had faded. She placed a gauntlet to the side of its neck. This did not console it. The beast seemed actively unsettled now, head bowed, whining. The realisation dawned on her slowly, accompanied by sweat beading her brow. It was too dark for the hour. Of course the wyvern would have known this, his domain was the skies after all. She looked up, fear constricting her throat.

By the gods, it was as big as the castle.

The archer saw a lone figure break the crest of the hill and nocked his arrow. The troops vaguely recognised him, he fought for the order, clad in a black, purple and gold robe. He was a tactician. Despite this, they saw no troops. It was curious, he held no flag, not that they would have accepted a surrender. What was he to do?

The arrows loosened all at once, arcing through the air. The man made no move to block them save raising his arm to shield his face. The arrows bit into him. He wore no armour and yet he remained standing, as if his skin itself was resistant. Discomfort rippled through the ranks. He advanced, annoyed scowl present from under his hood. The general barked for them to fire again. It must have been a spell, some sort of enchantment to stall for time, it would fail eventually. The soldiers drew their bowstrings back once more. Suddenly, they halted, their nerves faltering as the sky was overshadowed. The clouds began to part. Some tried to flee. It was already too late.

A long, black, snake-like neck descended in segments. Six draconic red eyes locked their sights on the battlements. The dragon’s head extended, following the scattering troops tauntingly as they tried to escape. A deep rumble emanated from its throat - eerily akin to laughter. The man once known as Robin extended his hand, a ghost of a smirk playing at his lips. The fell dragon opened its glowing maw. A jet of ash-like dark energy burst forth, reducing all in its path to dust. The castle crumbled from the onslaught, debris shooting into the sky from the impact, raining down in chunks on the mounted troops who abandoned their positions.

The archer awoke, ears ringing, unable to move. He spluttered as he tried to draw breath, tasting blood in his mouth and finding his front slick with it. He was trapped beneath part of a parapet. He tried to laugh despite the situation, delirious from blood loss, certain to die here. And even if he didn’t, deserting the army would result in his execution. He had no options. His fate was sealed. He could hear the deliberate crunch of boots on the earth. The man - if he could be called that - was coming closer, snarling as he tore arrows from his robe. He was bleeding too, barely. They locked eyes. Beneath the hood he could see they were just the same as the dragon’s - burning with malice. Nothing was said. There was nothing to say. His fate was sealed. They held not the power to stop him. The assailant continued onward and the dragon continued to destroy, carving dark scars into the earth.

The remaining wyvern rider urged her mount to fly lower, praying her position was obscured by the ruined fortress. In her mind the army were now akin to insects, powerless. Ants had cracks to crawl back into where they could not be found. She currently had no such luxury. Her mind raced. She barely understood what was happening. She spurred her wyvern towards the cover of the forest. That was their only hope.

The fell dragon watched them go, his wounds catching up to him now. He inwardly cursed his frail mortal body. He extended his hand one last time. Ultimately it did not matter whether she escaped or not, the damage was done. Dark spikes burst forth from the earth, gaining on the woman fast. Wyvern and rider swerved desperately as one. The dragon’s breath found its mark, barely, the beast’s wing torn from its socket with a sickening snap. Soldier was knocked from her saddle, the world melted into a dizzying mess of shapes before fading to blackness.

The dragon’s vessel finally took a knee, breathing ragged. A deathly silence hung in the air. It was done. It was, in fact, more than done. The summoner had only sought to cover their retreat. Instead Grima had done more - claimed the keep. Or what was left of it. Despite his addled memories keeping him from assuming his full power he had laid waste to them all the same. He briefly mulled over the summoner - they had promised to support them in the pursuit of power, an endeavour that may save their life in the future. He paused, jerking to attention as two pairs of footsteps approached. The dragon had not been alarmed by the advance, but nor did it attack. Instead, it bowed its head low to the ground so that all its six eyes could bore into them, outlining them in red.

Her voice trembled. “You-!”

Grima turned to the lords and huffed. Lucina stood, Falchion clasped in both hands, and despite the intensity of her grip the blade shook. Chrom stood next to her, lips pursed, gaze troubled, one hand on his own blade. He was the only thing giving her the strength to stand. A version of her father, who may as well have been a ghost, providing a glimmer of hope that things could be better here in Askr. It was pathetic. Grima was certain his own presence undermined this ideal to some extent. Grima circumvented the pair, the dragon half receded into the clouds. He tugged his hood up and pushed past them. The summoner’s choice of company would certainly be a thorn in his side.

[alimorattab]

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[sor-vette]

#9.5 Jimin's History of Having Bad Birthdays

“It’s a refurbished student housing,” you explain as they trail after you like ducks in a row. Even if they don’t understand what you’re saying, they seem to be clinging to every word. Wherever you look there’s always at least one pair of doe eyes staring expectantly back at you a.k.a. what do you do when you open your doors and find a certain retired boyband for some reason wants to move in

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▶ t/w: toxic masculinity, internalized homophobia, implied eating disorder, throwing up, anger issues, mention of sex, implied cheating, brief mention of Covid, a whole new layer of angst

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▶ a/n: this is the third FOURTH SEVENTH time trying to post this and I'm already there in wanting to throw eggs at the staffs building. Sorry for not adding read more but I have to edit on the app now because of error on laptop and there's no option to do that here :( Despite everything though, this is my personal favourite chapter yet, don't know why though

Jimin was four when it happened. The Curse.

...

Okay, so he might be embellishing a little bit but he was four and back then losing a friend felt like an entire world crashing around. His friend - a fellow four-year-old, named Sung-Ho - had to move because his father found a better job. They had put up an apocalyptical tantrum. Jimin particularly was inconsolable… up until two hours later when he was given a new toy. Though they both promised each other to write there were several things to consider:

- They were four

- It was the late 90's

- They didn't know how to write

Still, as Jimin grew older and Sung-Ho's face became but a vague memory documented in a few, faded childhood photos, he still reckons that this was when the tradition of having bad birthdays began.

On his 5th birthday, he hit his head and had to spend the day in the hospital.

On his 6th birthday, no one from school would come to his birthday party even though Jimin handed out quite a few handmade invitation cards. At least, he didn't have to share the cake that his mother had spent hours making.

On his 7th birthday, he got beat up. Whether for looking a certain way or behaving a certain way, didn't really matter, not to the bullies at least. Jimin though hated his body, too weak to protect himself.

On his 8th birthday, the bike that his father bought got caught up in a car crash and was destroyed. His father was alright and after the frightening sight of his mother becoming deathly pale when hearing the news, he didn't care much for the lost present.

On his 14th birthday after a series of violent altercations and one very tense meeting with a counsellor, he was given the judgment of poor anger management. He pretended it didn't hurt him. What was so bad about it? So he was hot-headed, many people were, nevertheless, at home he cried himself to sleep, muttering through shallow, panicked breaths that he wasn’t a bad kid. He wasn’t.

He thought that the 14th birthday would be the worst to come.

He was wrong.

Perhaps this thought was heard and not by kind ears because the universe immediately set to work to truly make the most horrendous birthday two years later.

It’s October 12th, 2012, very, very late evening and he along with the rest, save for Jungkook, found themselves standing in front of a weathered tarot shop, near Daehangno. He tried so hard to remember it later, clung to every detail that the old witch spewed in front of a crystal ball but near sixteen-year-old Jimin was an arrogant little punk and hadn't listened much to her. Had adult Jimin had the chance he’d choke the little bastard. Because of him, his life was very sour.

Soulmates and red is all he remembered.

A woman clothed in red, their last soulmate. They laughed at her and at the notion. Ignored her hexes for not listening and unkindly told her to stuff it. Shit was crazy. They were all soulmates and had to find the eighth one, yeah right. Jimin was actually the loudest to laugh about it then even if he secretly thought it would be a lovely idea - to be meant to love someone and be meant to be loved. They’d be tied to him and couldn't leave like his many “friends” had. Of course, after a brief shake in the rain, he scoffed at the proposal.

Soulmates.

What girly bullshit meant to be discussed in between giggling circles. He was a man, he was not meant for this! Especially to love other guys. What a preposterous idea. But because the universe doesn’t tolerate fifteen-year-old brats running their mouths too much about the divine order, no less than thirty minutes after Jimin is forced to eat his own words. To choke on them, to hack, to later die because of them.

He turned from his cup of noodles, to see why Jin had suddenly started shaking and found red. So much red. So bright.

He couldn't look away. It was raining and murk had enveloped Seoul like an impenetrable dome. Everything black, everything dark, even the light of the corner store seemed somehow muffled but not the red. Not you.

They were all scared. Terrified out of their minds by the woman in red. Jimin presumed that at that moment they did believe, for maybe a second they believed that there was a reason for all of this but unfortunately the second passed and they were left to make judgments. A stupid, braindead decision, bred and nestled in fear.

Jimin spent years silently screaming at all of them for that night. They'd done nothing, hadn’t even moved and after a fleeting glimpse, your red melted away. Back into the night of the world, never to be seen again.

Still reeling from the experience they left Daehangno and Jimin glanced at Jin’s watch. 00:05. October 13th. Means you left his sight at exactly 00:00. The Curse had worked.

So Jimin did what he knew then best - he got angry.

He hated you. Everything was your fault. If he slipped, it was because you distracted him, if he messed up it was because he was thinking of you, if he loathed every inch of his body, it was because of people like you, who taunted him every waking moment. He cursed you with words he wouldn’t dare repeat to anyone living or dead. From morn to evening, from day to night if he would do so much as bump his knee, he would put all the world’s blame on you. And most of all he hated how you possessed him. It drove him up the wall that when he talked to a girl, he wasn’t thinking of a smooth pick up line, no, there was just you. What would you look like? Would you tug your hair like the girl in front of him did? Did you wear pleated skirts or were you more of a tomboy similar to the one who threw an empty cola can when he tried to smooth talk her into sparing some money.

On his 17th birthday, he is hunched over the toilet bowl, cold sweat clinging to his forehead. He’s exhausted, bone-thin, having just finished vomiting the bare slivers of food he ate and yelling at the rest of his "soulmates". He spends his birthday in the company of the toilet. One would think this was his worst birthday but it wasn't. Once again Jimin goes rabid with rage because even in this state, you dare to make him think that losing you was worse.

On his 18th birthday, he's balls deep into a very pretty stranger he met at the bar. It should be a happy day but it feels hollow. He can't stop thinking about how Jungkook will have those big eyes filled with hurt when he smells a different perfume on Jimin's clothes, how Taehyung will give him a disappointed sigh and Yoongi will pretend he doesn't exist. He can't stop thinking about whether you were in this situation, pressed against someone, moaning and writhing in the expert hands of a similar faceless stranger.

He grips the headboard of the hotel bed and starts ramming into his partner so fast and so hard they stop faking it. (Jimin wasn't entirely oblivious). After they leave, he goes to drink again. The bottle of his beer has a vague outline of a lady in a red coat. He cries upon her figure for so long and so desperate he had no soul left. He cries all his hatred out and when the thought comes, of how would he feel if he ever had to hear what he threw towards you, he wants to die.

He holds all the red he can find - napkins, pens, notes and wails in front of them like a sinner facing an altar.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

You were an innocent person, what had you done to deserve this? He felt like a monster. If the universe was fair he would never meet you. It would protect you from the hands of this wretched creature wearing his skin.

After that evening his birthdays are neither bad nor good. Monotonous. Years piling but their marking remaining as lifeless.

He gets better. Goes to the therapist and stops hating everything that touches his way. Stops hating his body and finds that his fingers are not claws, his ribs - not proverbial horns to be crushed. His form is not a putrid blob etched like an ink spill across the many straying lives. He was just Jimin, in his faults and his blessings.

He is the third one to embrace the fact that they were soulmates or maybe fourth. The first and second was the obvious choice, the third one typical in his fashion remained mysterious. Jimin, however, is the first to verbalize it, his therapy sessions made him acutely aware of the words and their connotations.

The word "soulmate" was tainted for them, by their fear, from that night, so Jimin makes it his mission to change it. He does so lightly, cracking jokes about Taehyung being his soulmate. Hoseok nearly flings himself off the chair when he lets it casually slip by. They, of course, don't mention it, the entire thing remains unspoken and maybe that's the problem. Jimin found it easier to breathe, once he accepted it as though the World had stopped hammering it into his skull and was now patting him down for being a good boy. And after some time, after much growth, none of it easy, but necessary, they begin to speak about you, about being soulmates - with no malice or scorn.

They accept that they're each other's home, whether meant to or not. It happened to be so. But home was unfinished and as they grow older the draft through the rooms of their being flows too heavy to be left unnoticed. More often the thoughts of you are spoken aloud. At first, in pairs of two's. Would you like the coffee they were drinking? Would you like this lake in New Zealand that they travelled to? Would you laugh at the mushroom-shaped retro wig Jin had to wear for a photoshoot?

Then gradually, nevertheless with recklessness, the yearning spills from their mouths more and more until every conversation is about you, every longing, heartbroken lyric is about you. Late-night drives where there is just them and the dark are dedicated to you, dedicated to the long discussions they revolve around the questions of your existence. Editors have to suffer for hours, cutting every little curious, pining, regretful remark from the archives of their never-ending film.

Jimin was happy to hear it. Happy to smooth some balm over the wounds he carved on your name. He was the one with the Curse yet he felt you must be an exceptionally unlucky girl, had to be stuck with their poor excuse of soulmates.

When his 26th birthday comes around, the world is a mess. Everything has turned upside down and now there is a new layer added - fear. Fear for you. It was no small chance that you could get sick, that you could die without ever knowing that there were seven people breathing worry about your safety.

That birthday was as unremarkable as the previous, or the next one will be, he presumed. Jimin walked along the bridge, candle and cupcake in hand. He blew, snuffing out the single beam of light in the night. If there was anyone listening and if they could find some pity in their hearts, his only wish was just to see you, to know that you were alright. He asked of nothing more, just a single glimpse and he'd be gone out of your life for good. He dared not to dream of more, to plead for your love. After everything he'd done, he did not deserve it.

But one thing was thinking alone on a bridge in Seoul, another to stand in front of your door or rather lie in Jimin's case. He spots the familiar red suitcase in the corner of the empty hallway and gives it a soft smile as if to say "hello, old friend".

The reality that you were here, you'd become true regurgitates in the forefront of his awareness that the giddiness just doesn't stop. They're drawn to you like moths to a flame, like bull to a red flag. Even Hobi who right from the start insisted that they had no right, no right to invade your life, to drag you into their mess when they cast you aside, even he could not stay away. He fought, fought to all his might but in the end strayed not a single step outside your orbit. And Jimin who tried to remember that he doesn't deserve this, couldn't stop craving.

They did think they should leave, they yearned and whined with such ardour, it only drove you away but then you came home drunk that one Friday and they saw the full extent of what their fear did to you. When they were coddled up in warmth, no matter how denied, you were alone. Alone in the cold. Not even waiting, you had not known they would be coming for you.

Bad circumstances, bad people, bad decisions seizing your days, year after year. They were surprised you were even here. No wonder you wanted no one.

That night was the worst they've ever had. They spoke little but thought a lot and in the morning light, they settled for atonement. They'd pushed you on a hopeless path once, now they would build you a better one instead. And if you told them to fuck off when push came to shove, they'd bid their heads gracefully and exit stage left.

It's another October 13, Jimin's birthday, and he scarcely begins to believe the Curse is lifted. You don't understand why is he so happy, it's written all over your face, but Jimin vibrates with joy. He doesn't care that every lungful smells of fish or that there is nothing glamorous lying around. Right now to him, this small wharf is a piece of Heaven he hadn't dreamt of seeing.

He hides in your neck when the movie comes, not because he was scared, the "Return of the Killer Tomatoes" wasn't what he considered as dread-inducing, but because he could. He could feel the warm skin underneath his lips and a steady beat of a heartbeat, very much alive, very much so undeservedly kind to him.

He still can't say what he needs to. He has to respect the decisions of others but moreover, he doesn't know how to say it. How can he put into words literal years of both insanity and adoration, of worship and slander? The last thing he wants is to hurt you and the truth will hurt. He thinks that it might just destroy you, the way it destroyed him in that hotel room.

He spins a hypothetical tale of this someone, some one, The One. Semantics, wasn't it. And you tell him, it's okay, the filth...it didn't matter because it never made it real in the physical sense but Park Jimin if anyone, knew how much words hurt, sometimes even whispered in your own ear.

You touch his heart and he wants to give it to you, in a gory, self-sacrificing way but he settles on more socially acceptable hand-holding. You don't know yet that this heart beats for you - it aches, it breaks and it can't look you straight into the eye. There's so much that neither you nor Jimin know. Like his next birthday. Perhaps it will be even better, or perhaps he will be once again weeping red. No one knew where their paths could lead, especially if they were so goddamn stubborn about it.

"I'm such an idiot," you utter, bathed in sunlight and Jimin could swear you were not made of this Earth but of stars, so distant and lovely.

"I didn't bring you a piece of cake or a candle. You could have made a birthday wish by the seaside."

Jimin cares not for any more wishes. He'd made one, back in Seoul, and it was sitting right next to him.

He shrugs as the last light of the fading sun, disappears over the horizon, his birthday candle if he wanted.

"Don't worry," he smiles, cataloguing every bit of your face to memory, building his finished home. "It came true."

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[rileyav]

Your Cat-Sona is so adorable! How did you come up with her design?

aw well thank you very much that's very nice of you to say! ;w;

i'm assuming you mean my Speak No Evil-sona/SNE-sona, it's honestly just my persona as a black cat though haha she just has my persona's hair but as a kitty girl.

i just added some white fluff on her chest, she doesn't even have an actual set outfit yet really, she can kinda wear anything.

she's meant to look like just a normal black cat since the creatures in SNE are just normal animals but anthropomorphized. i went with black cats because i love black cats the most!

but if you mean my other cat-sona, the brown cat with pink hair, i made that when i was like ..... frickin ..... around 10 years old, probably younger, and just have had her for the longest time LOL she started as a Sonic OC which is why she has those fluffs on her cheek

as for her design, pink was (and still is) my favorite color, but i wanted her to also have brown because i'm a brunette, so... ta-da! lol!

i even remember the hex codes for her hair was originally #FF0066 and i want to say her fur was supposed to be #663300 but i've uhh changed those around a bit since then to be a bit less obtrusive lol

her hair was mostly a mix of Sally Acorn meets Tails/Amy hair thingies PLUS sidebangs like Winry Rockbell. and then just long hair like me nwn

[ghostputtyarchive]

Hi ky!! Every post you make about your OCs just makes me more excited for your story. Not even to mention your GORGEOUS portraits of your OCs. Could you maybe walk through a little bit of your editing process? Just like, in general, what you do for your portraits? Also, how long does it take you to do one of those portraits? (like the ones for your covens.) If you don't want to/don't have time to, that's a-okay!! I just thought I'd ask, since I very much admire your portrait editing!! <3 (also, do you take your pics in CAS or in-game?) Thanks so much, and I can't wait to read your story!! Love, Morri. <3

HI oh my gosh thank u so much ??!!! ur literally the sweetest please :,) i’ve been meaning to do an updated editing tut thing and i have some time tonight so here u go !

the main things i do are; repainting/fixing clipping, shading, highlights, extra highlights + touch ups, and hair usually in that order. it takes me between 1-3 hours for each one, depends on the complexity and what i have to fix. for the guild posts i took them in cas but either way i use srwe to get a cleaner image in game.

also i’ll link the brushes i use throughout the tut,  i use procreate but im p sure u can use the brushes in photoshop too if im not mistaken.

okay tut below the cut cause this got longer than i thought lmao

repainting/fixing clipping: so for this i usually go in w a hard airbrush (linked at bottom) and well.. repaint or i’ll cover up any clipping with hair or accessories. i also usually do this when the clothes look really pixelated, i like using the smudge tool as well. here’s some examples. i just follow what shadows n highlights are already on the sim for this and color pick from the selected area

2. shading: my general shading process is the same as this post here, especially w the areas. like i said above i usually follow what shadows reshade has already laid out for me but also i’ll add my own in where i see fit. 

the only things that have mostly changed from that post are; 1. i use a diff brush which i’ll link at the end, and 2. i use this color (hex code: e88d6f) on a multiply layer, gaussian blur 1-10% and layer opacity between 50-80%. just depends on what looks best to me. (oh also i shade clothes w a color pick on a multiply layer now instead of w black)

3. highlights: also pretty similar as above, i use an overlay layer, this color (hex code: ffded2) gaussian blur it, and set the opacity between 40-80%. again just depends on what looks nice. i also add a lil glow to the eyes on this layer w that color as well, makes them pop a bit.

4. extra highlights: so this one ur gonna want the highlights brush from this brush pack here (hair pack). it’s rlly snazzy, i use it on the nose, jawline, and eyes (examples below) usually using the same color as above for highlights or i’ll color pick from the sim. i set this layer to an add (linear dodge if ur in ps) layer, opacity varies, if it’s too bright i’ll just turn it down until it’s not lmao.

5. hair: oh boy. okay ur gonna want that brush pack from above, this thing actually saved my life w hair. i duplicate my base sim layer and alpha lock it. from there i’ll use the soft hair brush from that pack both as a regular brush and a smudge brush. my best advice here is to color pick when painting and follow the direction the hair goes. i’ll add a time-lapse below because i feel like showing is better than anything. i also use that highlights brush from the hair pack and add some lil stray strands. i can't tell u how many times i redo the hair, it can get annoying sometimes but just take ur time !!

last bonus tip is to have fun with it !! ur making art and it’s the process that makes it exciting, i like to always try something new when making an edit. i see it like painting (which it is actually now that i'm thinking about it lmao) but just go nuts !! i used to super rush my stuff and i never rlly liked it so w these i took it slow and found what worked for me. 

here’s the brush i use for shading and repainting but any hard airbrush would work just fine too!