#Little Mermaid Dress-up Maker

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How could I abstain..? What a lovely image service. This is one of my main characters, of course. 😌🥸

This Picrew is everything I didn’t know I needed. Find it here!

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Coming Soon: Little Merfolk on Meiker 😘

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Little Mermaid Dress Up Maker by Sea Cat

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Overwatch Masterlist

Jesse Mccree

Naga Jesse

Scary Movies + Male S/o

Werewolf Jesse

S/o always making him Food for when he returns 

Soft life HC

“Miss Honeys Escape Attempt” BEFORE

Male Dinner worker Teasing Mccree

Curvy S/o trying to lose weigh

“Miss Honey Escape Attempt” AFTER

S/o avoiding Jesse cause he shares the same name as their brother

Stalking a ex-MMA fighter

Animal Tamer S/o threatening Mccree with a Tiger

Attempting to poison Mccree

Stripper S/o

Harpy S/o broke her wing

Cuddly S/o

Tsundere Smol Chubby S/o

S/os got a fat ass

S/o with separation anxiety

Flustered Touch starved S/o

Gender neutral S/o not feeling good about their appearance  

S/o refusing to wear glasses cause they dont want to look at their captor

Sensitive s/o who crys alot

Dealing with S/os stalker

S/o trying to kill themselves with jesses gun when he threatens them

S/o whos good at the Knife game

Happy drunk S/o

Soft headcannons

Threatening jesse with his own gun

Cheering jesse up after a stressful day

Painting his weapon

S/o whos prone to accidents 

S/o screams “dad dont hurt me” when jesse attempts to kidnap them

Overwatch S/o who works with seduction and espionage 

claustrophobic s/o

Asking Jesse out on a date

Mermaid S/o

Confident s/o who gets flustered when they compliment them

Autistic S/o who stimms alot

Genji flirting with Mccrees S/o

Torture

Hanzo Shimada

Finding out S/os Pregnant

Witnessing Genjis Murder

Healer S/o

Punk/Goth S/o

S/o getting a nosebleed from watching Hanzo workout

Too Pure for this world S/o

S/o who can Heal with a kiss

Naga Hanzo

S/o whos Protective of Naga Hanzo

Naga S/o

Someone else taking advantage and leaving S/o to die

Creep trying to look underneath S/os Skirt

‘Stupid’ S/p

Vampire Hanzo with a S/o who faints when bloods taken

S/o with Chaotic Energy

Vampire Hanzo w/ Vampire Hunter S/o

People pleaser S/o ends up hurting themselves

Expressing affection in other ways besides cuddling

Dragon S/o

Finding Drunk S/o in a casino

S/o wearing a Choker with his name on it

Yandere S/o coming up to his door covered in blood

S/o whos fine with Yandere Tendencies 

S/o uncomfortable around her family

S/o begging for Mcdonalds

Dragons HC

Attractive yet Oblivious S/o

Sneaky S/o Surprise hugging him

Comforting S/o after failing a test

S/o terrified from something theyve seen

Sneaky S/o Surprising him, ends up moaning

Stopping from S/os rival sabatoging their Ice Skating Preformance

S/os scared of bugs

S/o caring everyone but themselves 

Expert insulting s/o

S/o threatening to kill the man who stole their dog

Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them 

touch starved hesitant S/o

Naga S/o saying “snakes dont have a gag reflex”

Captive S/o refusing to take medicine for their migraine 

Insomniac S/o having to cuddle hanzo to fall alseep

Goblin S/o

Comforting Hanzo after a bad day

S/o dressing as the opposite gender to trick people

Smol S/o who wants to be crushed by hanzo

S/o getting ready to fight cause they heard genji on the roof

Dragons biting hanzo when he tries to touch S/o

S/o whos pregnant with triplets 

Bodybuilder s/o

After sex cuddles 

S/o who already has a kid

S/o whos hazy with little to no sleep

Homeless S/o who making their living off of street performances 

Genji Shimada

Scared S/o will get hurt during a mission

Pissed off S/o

Gore + Torture TW

Vampire Genji

Silly S/o who could Surprise gengi

S/o making a book all about their love for him

Crush falling asleep on his lap

Comforting S/o out of their previous relationship

S/os whos dramatic for attention

Sticking a dozen valentines stickers on his metal body

Blind S/o

Yokai S/o

Washed up Mermaid S/o

Curvy Confident S/o 

Getting a weapon maker S/o attention

Cute S/o who attracts bugs and scary animals

Sharpshooter s/o joining overwatch just to spend more time with genji

Unpredictable angry s/o

Roadhog

Petite S/o

Junkrat

Headcannons

Clingy S/o

Sick S/o

Reaper

Werewolf Reaper

Werewolf + Vampire Hybrid Reaper

House wife S/o

Waitress Crush

Scary movies

Halloween Date

Reinhardt

Headcannons

‘Big Dumbass Energy’ S/o

Werewolf S/o who turns out to transform into a puppy

Medic s/o

Overwatch receptionist S/o

Widowmaker

Advancing towards a Enemy S/o

Mercy

Spoiling S/o

Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o

Headcannons

Moria

S/o that works with Moria

Sombra

Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o 

D.VA

Pro gamer crush taking her #1 spot

Brigitte

Headcannons (female reader)

Lucio

Headcannons

Soldier 76

S/o wearing a lolita dress (male reader)

Ana Amari

“Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?”

Poly Mchanzo

Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them 

Jesse Mccree

Spanking S/o and having them wear lingerie 

S/o whos embarrassed cause theyre quick to cum 

Orgasm control & Mirror Kink w/ Male S/o 

Hanzo

Getting handsy in a store out of jealousy NS FW-ish

Getting hanzo to wear lingerie 

Briggit

Loving her muscles NS FW

[tsukikoayanosuke]

One's Dazzling Light - Ruikasa Week 2024

Day4: Fantasy

Rui always thought that the world was cruel. That happiness doesn't exist in his play of life. The curtain rose to reveal a dark wood where he lived since he was born. A poor peasant couple; the toy maker husband and the housewife. In a world where magic surrounded the air, what could a pair of magicless humans do? 

Neither of them could raise a child of magic. Not just any magic; the Pure Darkness. A magic of jinx and curse. A magic that could bring ruin to the world. 

A magic bestowed on the only son of the poor Kamishiro family. 

His parents tried their best. They did. They loved him more than anything in the world and he lived him back. His father taught him about crafts and his mother taught him about flowers. 

But Rui was a child. A lone child who only wants friends. 

And yet no children his age wanted to step onto his stage. They shun him for having the cursed magic. He could count on one hand the children who eventually accept him the way he is; a shy mermaid named Nene who accidentally swam too close to the beach when he was practicing and a knight-in-training named Mizuki who had been outcasted for being too feminine. 

Those four people are the people Rui kept close to his heart.

And the world decided to take them away almost immediately.

"I got accepted!" Nene said to him, happy tears streaming down her cheeks. "Phoenix Orchestra. I get to sing and travel the world."

He didn't have the heart to beg her to stay.

"I'm going to the Knight Academy next year," Mizuki said to him. "Do you want to join in as well?"

He just shook his head, knowing he had no place there.

"We'll be home in just a week, okay kiddo?" His father ruffled his hair.

"Don't forget that we love you." His mother kissed his forehead.

They never came home. Their carriage was attacked. It was not an accident, Rui knew that. The punishment of being the parent of a cursed child. 

They tried to kill him as well, but a burning house could never hurt him. He sent it back to them, burning them to the bone. After all, Pure Darkness magic could increase misfortune. Perhaps he accidentally cast it upon himself. But he no longer cares. 

If the world tries to kill him, then he'll destroy them first with his own hand. 

"I understand you," the spotlight shone upon a lady in black with pink hair who smelled like death. She offered a hand toward him. "There are many who seek justice, to restart the world with a blank canvas. With your power, we shall bring salvation to those who seek." 

"What must I do?" 

"There are people who are the opposite of you; four people hold the power of Pure Light. Find them, bring them to me, and with the power of Pure Darkness, we shall create a Utopia." 

Rui, who has nothing left to lose and a desire to see the world crumble, took the hand. 

The title 'Alchemist' was bestowed upon him.

The world trembled before his title despite never seeing his true appearance for his illusion magic. In his search for those Pure Light, he brought judgment upon evil. Those who commit crimes will receive punishment from him. Those who wish for revenge upon their enemies, he shall fulfill it. The true Utopia may not come sooner, but he shall bring a little salvation to the people.

*****

In the small provincial town of Phenny, Rui had found one of the Lights. He had sensed a shift in magic the moment he stepped into the town. It was warm, inviting, peaceful... It was everything that Rui wasn't. A Pure Light, such presence they had.

It brought him to an inn. Rather crowded this late in the evening, filled with drunkards and knights off-shift. Rui schruched up hin nose. Could the Light possibly be here in this lowly place?

"Rui? Is that you?"

Rui turned toward the voice and saw a familiar pinknette, now dressed in a silver uniform. "Mizuki..."

"Hey, man!" Mizuki ran toward him, not hesitating to hug him. "It has been a while!"

"I thought you were still studying at the Knight Academy."

"I am. I'm in my final year, so we had a one-year service thing."

"Who are you servicing to?"

"Oh, just some guy." Mizuki didn't look at him as they waved their hand nonchalantly. A gesture of avoidance. They were hiding something and Rui had his guesses.

"Mizuki!"

There it was. A Pure Light walking toward them. Taking a figure of a young man dressed in simple, yet elegant, clothes at the same time; a suit, blue hat, a bow as a tie, and a coat over its shoulder with constellations. Hair as gold as sunset and eyes that shine with innocence.

The Light widened its eyes. "O-Oh. Hello! Are you a friend of Mizuki?"

"You can say that." Rui smiled just for pleasantry. "I'm Kamishiro Rui. And who might you be?"

"Tenma Tsukasa. But you can call me Tsukasa." It offered its hand and Rui took it. Such power radiated from that hand, sending shivers down their spines. "Are you a traveler?"

"You can say that."

It smiled. "Well, I hope we see each other around."

For a prey to invite its predator into its nest, perhaps the Light was more gullible than Rui thought it was.

*****

Passing Akito's room, he could hear the sound of him humming. It wasn't an unusual occurrence, the Wanderer is often one who announces his presence with either a whistle or a caw of his eagle. 

This melody, however, sounded more cheerful, more passionate, and filled with excitement.

"What are you humming about?"

Akito raised his eyebrow from his spot on his bed. Book perched on a thigh and a pencil in his hand. "Why do you care?"

"Just curious."

Akito rolled his eyes and looked back to his book before writing something. When Rui thought he had decided to ignore him, Akito said, "It's just something Kohane taught me."

"Kohane?"

He paused. His gaze shifted to avoid Rui. "I mean, the Light."

Rui chuckled. "Oh, aren't you getting too chummy with it?"

"Shut up. It just happens we have the same interest."

He jumped off his bed and pulled his hood. "Where are you going?" Rui asked when Akito walked past him.

"Meeting-" He stopped himself. "I mean, keeping an eye on Kohane."

"Sure you are."

For a Darkness and Light to be friends... 

How ridiculous.

*****

Phoenix Orchestra arrived at Phenny. It was said that this small town was the birthplace of the most well-known orchestra in the entire country. The same orchestra that Nene joined. Thus their reunion happened in Phenny.

"Rui!" Nene was never one with physical contact, but she leaped into his arms. Even in his cold heart, Rui couldn't deny returning it. "It has been too long."

"I'm glad I can see you again."

"Me too." Nene pulled back. "Oh! I need to introduce you to someone!" She pulled him toward a small pinknette with a smile so wide. "This is Emu. She's the daughter of the head orchestra."

"Hello!" Emu took Rui's hands and shook them hard. "It's nice to meet you! Nene told me a lot about you!"

"She did?"

"Yup! I would love to get to know you!"

Rui couldn't help but chuckle. "Likewise."

"Oh! Oh! Now it's my turn to introduce you to my friend!" She pulled them toward the inn where Rui was now staying. And upon entering, he could hear the sound of a piano. A beautiful melody; soft and inviting. The Light sat there, eyes closed and smiling softly. Fingers glided down the keys, foot pressed the pedal to a ringing tone. A harmony that left Rui speechless. 

"It's just something Kohane taught me."

Was this what Akito felt when he met his Light? To hold a melody close to his heart and cause a change of heart.

When the piano stopped, Rui craved for more.

"Tsukasa!" Emu leaped into Tsukasa's arms, almost causing him to fall from his seat. 

"Emu! I didn't know you were coming back."

"We'll be here for a couple of months! Keisuke is thinking of holding another audition soon. You should try in." 

Light smiled and patted Emu's head. "I'll think about it."

"But you always said that!" Emu pouted.

"It's a hard decision, Emu."

"And why is that? If I may ask," Rui asked.

Light looked at him. His gaze softened and sighed. "I have a personal reason. I don't want to be a bother."

"You'll never be a bother," Emu said again. "Everyone will love you. I just know it! You'll be a star! Don't you want that?"

"I did." He sighed again. "But that was just a phase, Emu."

Emu stared at him with a slight sadness and Rui was curious about that answer.

Thus, when one night came as Emu, Nene, and Mizuki hung around at one table, Rui walked up to the piano where Light was playing once again. Even after a couple of times listening, Rui could say that he was quickly attached to Light's playing.

"What do you mean 'it was just a phase' last time?"

Light smiled. There was a hint of melancholy in his gaze. "I always know my time is limited. I can't let myself indulge in dreams." He glanced at him. "Aren't you here to take it away quicker from me?"

Rui hummed. "So, you know."

"Pure Light and Pure Darkness always resonate with each other. I've never met with you fellow, but I had sensed you the moment you arrived here."

"Are you going to fight me for your life?"

Light paused his playing. "Tell me, Rui." He fully looked at him. "Do you know what it means to bring salvation to the world?"

Rui didn't answer. The question haunted him in his sleep.

*****

"Rui, do you think we're doing the right thing?" Shizuku had asked him one day.

Rui turned to her. "What do you mean?"

Among the four of them, Shizuku had always been the most compassionate. She loves humanity, which includes her sister who she hadn't seen for a long time. The secret of her being the Pure Darkness was spoken and the guilt of leaving her sister behind always burdens her. 

"Minori told me," Minori was the name of the Light assigned to her, wasn't it? "that maybe we're heading to a decision that we couldn't go back anymore." 

"We are aiming for a Utopia. It's only normal that once the world is rewritten, everything won't be the same."

"I know that." She looked at her hand as Pure Darkness danced between her fingertips. "But still." She brought up her hand to her chest and smiled. It wasn't like the cold smile of the Songstress who charmed her victims. But it was Shizuku's smile; a smile filled with warmth. "I think I want to try to live in this world with her for now."

*****

The Light - Tsukasa - stood in the middle of the plaza, surrounded by children. There was a hint of jealousy blooming in Rui's heart. How funny that he hates the sight of children playing around him. He had gotten close these few days under a self-reassurance of building trust. His conversations with Tsukasa about their daily days were pleasant. In the evening, Tsukasa would play at the bar for his part-time job. Rui had asked once why he even bothered to have a job. Tsukasa just answered with, "I just want to experience life."

That was also a thing that Rui was confused about: the desire to live. Rui had given up on life for he had nothing else to do other than wait for salvation Lady Death would bring. Watching Tsukasa going on with his daily life (buying cute stuff for Mizuki with his own money, attending Nene and Emu's rehearsal, inviting Rui for stargazing), Rui wondered if he could do this as well in the new world. Perhaps, if he ever met Tsukasa again, they could live together and experience it.

...

What was that thought again?

"Do the magic, Big Brother Tsukasa!" One of the kids cheered. "Do the magic!"

Tsukasa giggled. "Alright, alright." Tsukasa looked up to Rui, smiling and offering a hand. "Come and give me a hand, Rui."

Rui frowned. "Me?"

"Yeah, come on." Tsukasa skipped to pull Tsukasa into the circle.

"Is he magic too?" One of the kids asked.

Tsukasa nodded. "Yeah, and a great one." He turned to Rui, still smiling at him.

"Are you sure?" Rui whispered. "Pure Darkness brings destruction."

"And Pure Light brings creation." Tsukasa opened his palm and Rui's keen eyes could see magic dancing on his palm. "When combine..." Tsukasa brought Rui's hand closer. "A miracle can be created."

Their hands joined together and Rui could feel their magic intertwined. It felt so right. The wind picked up underneath their feet, fluttering Tsukasa's coat and Rui's robe, carrying white and black feathers. The children cheered from the spectacles. When they reached for the feather, it burst into fireworks and bubbles. 

It was beautiful...

A feather landed on Tsukasa's head and it burst into bubbles. Tsukasa giggled and Rui's heart skipped a beat.

*****

"Luka, I don't want to do this anymore." 

Lady Death didn't even look surprised when Mafuyu stood up from her seat. The table felt so empty after Akito and Shizuku's departure, leaving only a pot of a single black lily in their seat. 

"Kanade had told me everything. You lied to us." 

"You trust the Light more than me?" Luka commented. 

"You never told us anything about sacrificing us all!" 

"What?" Rui looked between the two. "Mafuyu what are you talking about?" 

Mafuyu turned to him. The Marionette had always been emotionless, but at the moment Rui could see the great anguish in Mafuyu's eyes. "In order to create a new world, you need to destroy the first world before creating the new one. If Pure Light is the power of creation, what is needed for the destruction?"

"Darkness? We already know that Mafuyu-"

"The Pure Darkness is tied with our own soul. The same goes for the Pure Light to Kanade's. Once magic tied with one's soul, it became harder to extract." She turned back to Luka, glaring at her. "Any attempt of extracting Pure Darkness or Pure Light won't only result in death, but also the erasure of our existence."

What?

"What... What are you saying?"

"We won't be able to enjoy this Utopia is we disappear for good!" Mafuyu curled her fingers into a fist. "The only one winning here is Luka! She's just using us to get all the Pure Light and later killing us to get the Pure Darkness!"

No...

"Luka..." Rui stared at her. "Tell me this is not true... We're not going to die, right?"

Luka never answered them. But her silence was enough.

"I don't want to die..." Mafuyu lowered her head. Rui couldn't see her face, but he knew the devastation feeling she felt. "I don't want to leave Kanade... She's the only one I have..."

*****

"Sacrifices need to be made to reach one seemingly impossible goal," Tsukasa said as they stared into the sunset from the hill of white lilies. It was a secret place that even Mizuki wasn't told about. And yet Tsukasa showed it to Rui out of all people. "Four Light. Four Darkness. For one utopia that we won't be able to enjoy. Is it worth it?"

Rui turned to look at him. "Are you saying it's better just to let evil roam around this Earth?"

"No." Tsukasa shook his head. "Evil can't roam freely if law and order exist is being held up high." He looked up to the orange sky. "If a Utopia is a paraside where people can do whatever they want, then what's stopping them from doing evil again? Light and Darkness, good and evil, will always be there. One cannot be there without the other. How can one judge that something is evil if good doesn't exist? How can you say you've done a good deed if you don't know what evil doings are?"

"So, what do you suggest?"

"It's a tough question." He reached to snap a lily of its stem, bringing it closer to his nose to smell the scent. "But I don't think bringing the end of the world is a good solution." He giggled. "I still love this world and the people in it."

Tsukasa looked at him with a smile as soft as the sunset as he tucked the lily behind Rui's ear. His fingers lingered on his cheeks for a second too long. Rui caught his fingers, pressing Tsukasa's palm onto his cheek as he kissed it.

"I don't want to die," Tsukasa whispered.

"I won't let you," Rui answered. He leaned into Tsukasa's face and pressed their lips together.

He understood now. He understood why Akito resonated with Kohane's music, why Shizuku wanted to live together with Minori, and why even the thought of leaving Kanade brought Mafuyu to tears.

Rui always thought that the world was cruel. But the simple action from Tsukasa, his Light, made him want to stay in this world together with him.

*****

The city was empty when Rui arrived and immediately he felt dread.

Luka is here.

No no no no no.

Rui ran.

She wasn't supposed to be here. She wasn't supposed to be here!

The inn was empty when he barged in. Not even the sound of the creaking window. The bartender who usually already working on his order, was nowhere to be seen. Rui could feel the darkness coming from upstairs inviting him, challenging him.

Rui ran up and slammed the door open.

There, under the moonlight that shone through the window, Luka stood in the middle of the room. With an unconscious Tsukasa in her arms.

"You really think I would let walk out of our deal that easily?" She smiled at him. "Out of all the Pure Darkness, you were the last person I expected to betray me. I guess all those big talks about hating the world are just for shows."

"Luka..." Rui knew he had the power and yet he felt utterly hopeless under the gaze of Lady Death herself. "Let him go."

"Didn't I tell you?" Luka glanced down at Tsukasa, eyes gleaming with greed. "We need the Pure Light if we ever going to create Utopia."

"But you also need us Pure Darkness."

"That's true. But you'll come." She stepped back, separating Tsukasa from Rui even further. And Rui couldn't even lift a finger. "You will all come. All of you are attached to those Lights. And I'll be taking everything."

A portal appeared as the wind picked up again. Rui could feel the world shift, returning to its original form before being visited by death herself.

And Tsukasa slowly opened his eyes, dazed. He didn't even register that he had been captured. All he knew was that Rui was standing there, just a few feet away from him. "Rui..."

He reached out for him. And Rui snapped as if a freezing spell was finally being lifted from him.

"TSUKASA!" He ran toward the pair, arm stretched to reach his Light. But before he could even graze a finger, Tsukasa was gone.

He's gone.

Tsukasa's gone.

Luka caught him.

He's going to die.

All because of Rui.

"Rui!" He didn't even realize Nene was there, clutching his shoulder and shaking him, because Tsukasa was gone. Luka has Tsukasa. He's gone. Rui couldn't stop her. She's gone with Tsukasa.

"We'll find him." Nene clasped his cheeks, grounding him. "We'll bring Tsukasa back."

Bring Tsukasa back...?

"We'll bring him back." Mizuki knelt beside him, hand on his shoulder. Emu gave him a determined nod. "Not just to stop the end of the world."

Right. They can Tsukasa back.

Rui looked at his hand. A hand that could bring disaster with his magic. But Tsukasa believes that he's a good person, even if his hand is cursed.

Rui would believe him. He clenched his fingers into a fist, feeling Pure Darkness flowing in him.

"Wait for me, Tsukasa…"

[multifan2022]

Golden Lies 2

PART 1

“Over 100,000 people are wanting to try and get a view of this year's tributes! Especially the two volunteers from District 9, I know I'm ready to see them!” Caesar Flickerman says into the camera leaning forward here and there for dramatic effect. He turns and smiles laughing with this year's co host.

“Ah yes! I bet there are lots of sponsors here for their first glimpse.” He says as the camera shows the crowds of people, some just talking amongst themselves while others are sipping drinks. “This is really the tribute's first impression. In my opinion one of the MOST important moments in the pregame days.”

The screen splits, showing President Snow waiting patiently, along with some game makers and others talking to one side, and the crowd on the other. President Snow looks bored, and unhappy to be there.

Screaming can be heard over the Panem anthem that's playing as chariots start moving down the lane. Each pair of tributes wear something to catch the attention of those around them. It's also supposed to show off whatever the main exports from their district are as well.

District one is painted a light gold color and covered in furs and jewels with large feather head pieces on. Two dressed to look like Gladiators with winged crowns on their heads.  Three has a new stylist so they look like weird crosses between a human and a robot. Wires and electrical components covering their bodies.

Four are dressed to look like a fisher and a mermaid, which is pretty typical. Five had on a dress and suit that had lightning bolts, their skin painted to look like it had little sparks moving across it. District six was weird, they looked like maybe they were supposed to resemble trains? District seven was dressed as trees.. Which was also pretty normal but boring. They really need some new stylists here.

District eight looks like a child tried to dress them. Their dress suits multiple colors and fabrics. Ten was dressed as ranchers, it looked like the same exact outfit from the previous years. Eleven had on overalls and wheat crowns. And Twelve looked like they were about to fall over in their miners outfits.

Thankfully for you, all eyes were on Nine. On your dress as it gracefully weaved through the air behind you and Hardin. Both of your crowns and hair had little insects moving and buzzing. The crowd was hit with the scent of Honeysuckle and grain as you rode past.

They screamed and screamed as you smiled and waved, you were channeling your nonexistent inner career. You had seen plenty of games, watched as Districts 1-4 smiled and winked. They dazzled the crowd far before they were in the arena, and that's what you needed to do if you had any chance at keeping Hardin alive.

It would probably always catch you off guard to watch these people. Their huge colored hair, dyed skin and tattoos. The way they screamed and cheered for kids who were going to die. How they bet on who would last longest. Who would kill the bloodiest. They were a completely different species to you.

With one hand holding the chariot, you reached for the hand Hardin had wrapped around his scythe. Forcing your fingers between his, you both firmly held the metal, carefully lifting it above your heads to hold your hands up. Both chuckled at how easy it seemed to be to manipulate the crowd.

The rest went by in a blur, you didn't even remember the speech Snow had given before Lavanna was pulling you back off the chariot screeching about how amazing it was. Cress was there also, him and Lavanna talking over each other as your eyes widened and you nodded. Even though you had no clue what they were saying you didn't want to interpret what was clearly a moment for them.

You looked at Hardin, his face was starting to pale as his hands started shaking. You could see sweat beading on his forehead as he turned to you. His eyes were dazed and when he opened his mouth to speak it all just came out in a jumble. You pulled him aside, grabbing his face between your hands “Did you take your meds this morning?” His brows pinch together as he tries to remember.

He shakes his head and starts using sign language to speak. The only way he can force words out when he gets like this, but it's still sloppy. “Tried…” can't read the rest “Cress stopped me… Too busy.”

“You tried to take your meds but Cress stopped you and told you we didn't have time?” You asked, starting to get pissed off. It takes just a few seconds for him to take his pills, and in a few days he wouldn't be able to take them at all. Just as you went to storm away to tell Lavanna to take Hardin upstairs and to tear into Cress someone else walked up.

Finnick thought when he saw the two of you walk off, he could take the chance to crack into your defense. Try to push you off the high you were having. A tactic that normally worked with women, but he had a feeling he was going to have to lay it on thick this time. So he dug his hand into a bowl before he made his way to you.

When you turned around you almost ran into him. You watched as he lifted a white square from one hand and slowly lifted it to his mouth. His tongue came out just a little as he placed it between his teeth. It was supposed to be seductive you supposed, and maybe at any other moment it would've been. You couldn't deny that the guy was attractive, 10 out of 10 would recommend looking at him.

But the only thing you were worried about at that moment was helping Hardin. You knew he needed two things, to eat something sugary and take his meds. Problem was at home the only sugary thing you really had easy access to was honey. And the only honey you knew of was back in your apartment.

“Sugar cube?” Finnick asked holding one out to you, his fingers were up near your mouth clearly wanting to place it between your lips. But his words were all that sunk in as you pointed to his hand, “Those are sugar?” He nodded slightly confused before remembering your from a poor district. He opened his hand, thinking you would marvel at it.

He was wrong, you snatched them all out of his palm before turning your back on him. He watched as you lowered your friend to the ground, just now realizing something was wrong with the kid. “Hardin.. I need you to chew on this ok..” You said as you grabbed his jaw with your free hand practically forcing his mouth open and closed.

Finnick watched as the guy twitched here and there trying to follow the commands you gave him. Maggie was the next person to come over, quietly asking what was going on but he couldn't answer. Mags looked around wondering where the kids mentor was before remembering that they didn't have one.

She felt horrible knowing that two kids who looked like they had a good chance of at least lasting a while had no help. No one to guide them through from a tribute's perspective. All they had was an escort who thought that it was an honor to go into the games. She told herself that if there came a moment where she could help them without hurting her own kids, she would.

After a good ten minutes the sugarcubes were gone. Another ten before a flustered Cress and worried Lavanna showed up. “Where have you been!” Cress said blown away by the audacity of his two tributes. He couldn't believe they had just walked off and were now sitting on the dirty ground.

All that anger from before creeped back in as Cress started going on and on about how horrible the two of you were acting. Standing back to your full height you noticed that a few of the other Mentors and their tributes had gathered around. The fact that Hardins illness had been revealed before you were ready pushed you further.

But the fact that now almost every tribute knew there was something wrong with him infuriated you. Now even some members of the Capitol were running down and crowding around the group. They all wanted to know what was going on, who was hurt and what the scoop was. You helped him up, watching as he closed his eyes both from embarrassment and from dizziness.

“Lavanna.. Could you please take Hardin back upstairs, he needs to eat.” Your voice was eerily calm, something that set goosebumps up some of their arms. They all watched with you as Hardin walked with the shorter woman towards the elevator. When he turned around, he shook his head at you as the doors shut. He knew you were upset, and that you were going to lash out. But he also knew that a simple head shake wasn't going to stop you.

“Little girl! Are you ready to explain to me just what in the world you think the two of you were doing?!” Cress practically yelled, his hands on his hips as he tapped one of his feet. He didn't have any time to move or react as your finger wrapped into the fabric of his shirt and slammed him into the wall.

“Every single morning.. From now until you put us in the arena you will allow Hardin to take his medication.” You said harshly, faces were almost pressed together. Cress opened his mouth to say something but when you pulled him back and slammed him again he whimpered and shut his mouth. “You're throwing us into the arena.. No mentor.. No training.. No help. So you will shut the fuck up and not interrupt him when he is taking care of himself. Let him live his last few days in a decent state.. Or the games will start with me and you.”

When he whimpered again and nodded you let him go, watching as he fell to the ground. You rolled your eyes knowing that had he screamed even once the peacekeepers would have tackled you. He was in no real danger from you at this moment, he's just a weak Capital tart.

When you turned, there were a lot of jaws on the floor. People are finally realizing that you might really be someone worthwhile. Those few Capitalists are yelling and begging for a leaf off your dress, or a flower from your crown. The mentors and tributes all staring at you as you pull the crown off and literally just throw it into the crowd.

You watched the district 12 mentor smile with his mouth open and clap for you. Your eyes locked with Finnicks “Thanks for the sugarcubes, Mr. Odair..” You laughed a scoff before turning and making your way towards the elevator. Finnick, Mags and Haymitch all basically shoving their way towards the elevator as well. Well Mags just stayed between the two safety letting them push people.

You kissed your teeth in annoyance as Finnick shoved his way into the small room. You smiled at Mags, having nothing against the older woman. Your eyes rolled when the drunk stumbled his way. He stood back up, flicked his hair out of his face and smiled at you. “That was quite the show, Sweetheart.. The dress.. Beating up your escort.” He was laughing while nodding “I like it. What's your angle though.”

You scoffed crossing your arms, “There is no angle. My friend has a condition that once we are in the arena will kill him. Slowly and painfully since we will have no access to his medication. So I see no reason why he shouldn't be able to be comfortable in the days coming. Cress could have waited the ten seconds it takes for him to take them, instead of shoving him out the door. They are already killing us for their entertainment, the least they can do is let him take it before then.”

They all agreed silently, but unlike you they knew the danger of speaking like that. So they all just nodded and watched you as the lift opened on the fourth floor. Mags stepped out offering you a sad smile before she walked away. When Finnick stepped away you grabbed his wrist, stopping him and causing him to turn to you.

“I know that you were coming over to flirt, or throw me off or something. But thank you, honestly. Had you not come over I don't know how I would've drug Hardin up to our apartment.” Finnick nodded, hating the warmth your touch caused on his wrist. He could see the honesty on your face as well as determination. He could see that you really would've drug a guy that was half a foot taller than you to the elevator, in heels without thinking twice.

He nodded and smiled what was a real smile, for the first time in years it felt like. “No problem. Good luck.” When he stepped out and the doors closed again Haymitch took the time to introduce himself. He told you that you needed to be careful, not trust any of the careers. That in his opinion it would be best for you and your friend to run and hide. Only fight those who seek you out, stay out of the bloodbath as much as possible. He gave you more advice than he had given his own tributes.

But he could see the same spark in you that he had once. The spark that could get you and maybe your friend through till the end. So for once in the almost twenty years he had been a mentor he gave what advice he could between the fourth and ninth floors. When the doors opened on your own floor, he patted your back “Good Luck, Sweetheart.. I hope to see you again.”

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The next morning, you and Hardin stood with the other tributes in front of Atala. “In two weeks, 23 of you will be dead. One of you will be alive, winner of the games. And that person will depend on how well you pay attention over the next three days.” She waved her arms a little pointing out different things in the gym as she spoke. “Particularly to what I'm about to say. First, no fighting with the other tributes, you'll have plenty of time for that in the arena.”

When she chuckles along with the careers it disgusts you. Yet again here are people who think it's fun and entertaining to watch kids kill each other. Hardin puts his hand on your back as he feels you tense at her words, a silent reminder to try and behave. The other tributes are looking around, trying to size each other up but you and Hardin stay looking forward.

“Next there are four mandatory exercises, the rest will be individual training. My advice is to spend a lot of time on survival skills. Everyone wants to grab a sword, but most of you will die from natural causes. 10% from infection, 20% from dehydration, exposure can kill just as fast as a knife.” When Atala finishes she walks the group over to the first of the mandatory exercises which are rings that you have to hook to be able to move from one end to the other. You watch as the teens from 1,2 and 3 all complete it with ease. But the 13 year old boy and 12 year old girl for 4 both fail to do it, failing and hitting the padded floor hard. The other careers laugh at them before watching the rest. Some fail while others make it but struggle.

You easily swing across it, stretching your arms to get a hook further away. Trying to do less work, faster, Smarter not harder. Both you and Hardin finish it quickly and effectively. The next was ropes that had knots in them, Atala said to climb to the top, ring a bell and climb back down.

Again easy for those of you who had core muscle strength. You and Hardin, the tributes from 7, 10, 11 and the Careers all did this easily. The boy from four got it done with a struggle, while the girl got almost all the way up before falling. You wanted to step forward and catch her, but knew that it would make it seem like you wanted to team up and you didn't.

You and Hardin had talked late last night, sitting on the couch pretending to rewatch old games. You had told him everything Haymitch had said, and decided to go it alone. You would try and learn some new skills with weapons while in training and brush up on your survival skills. Being from district 9 survival was something that came natural. It wasn't unlikely that you could get caught in a blizzard, the summers were warm but humid and you were normally stuck in the sunny fields.

When mandatory training was over you and Hardin walked to the edible plant computer. “Wanna see who can do it faster?” Hardin challenged which you answered by shrugging and stepping up. One minute and 26 seconds was how long it took you, no mixing any of them up. One minute and 32 seconds was how long it took Hardin and he clicked two plants that would kill him almost instantly. You shook your head and tsked him while you both laughed.

The Game makers, mentors and sponsors were all taken back by the carefree, almost happy way the two of you made your way around the room. Brushing up on making a fire, learning how to keep it low enough to smoke meats without giving away your position. You tried to learn how to make fish hooks, but kinda failed at it. Basket weaving and knot typing was something you knew from the fields.

The second day you did the ropes course. Hardin had had a rough night and morning so he only made it halfway through the course before falling. He thankfully landed on his feet but you could see that he was beating himself up. You quickly did the course, ignoring all the eyes on you as you finished. Quickly dropping and following your friend to the station set up to learn how to make shelters.

While you were both covering a debris shelter with leaves you looked up at Hardin. He looked exhausted and you knew that back home this was a day he would stay home. Unfortunately he didn't have that luxury here. You looked around the room with your eyes as you tied a knot to keep the wood together. The careers were watching Hardin with smug smiles and so were their mentors.

  Mags was looking sadly at her two young tributes who were probably not going to make it through the blood bath. Haymitch was drinking and watching you, he could see the gears working in your head. He knew that look, he was wondering and worried about what you were going to do.

Finnick had been watching you all day, and maybe all day yesterday. He was impressed with what you knew, and the strength that you already had. He wondered exactly what you did back home to be so in shape. There was a small amount of jealousy at the way you always flocked to your friend. More because he didn't really have someone who loved him like that, and he wished he did.

He wished he had someone who would volunteer to stay with him. Who would fight for him, cheer him up, care for him when he was sick or had nightmares. Someone he could tell about his situation with Snow, someone that would understand and stay. Because he was alone right now, and he hated it.

You sighed and finished the shelter with Hardin, after learning how to make an igloo and a sod shelter you looked back up. Hardin looked like he needed to sit down and the careers were still taking turns watching him. When you looked up, the guy from one pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and dramatically fell to the ground. The others all laughed as Hardins face turned red.

Your tongue ran over your teeth as you watched him go over to the hook making station. He could sit in a chair there and relax for a minute while working on something the two of you didn't really know. You knew he wouldn't want you to give away anything you could do just to get them off him. But strategically if they thought he would be an easy kill, they would come after him faster.

Especially if they wanted to draw it out and make fun of him. And since the two of you were sticking together, they would find you sooner. So you looked around noticing that the spear station was empty besides the trainer. Once you were there the guy smiled at you, “Do you have any experience throwing spears?” It was clearly just the question he was supposed to ask but it sounded stupid to you. How would you have practice doing that?

“No, but back home we have contests to see who can throw pitchforks the best. Set up targets and such, who can throw with the most accuracy or the furthest.” He nodded, walking you over to a rack that held a few spears, he pulled one down and showed you how to hold it. You were surprised to see how the concept was pretty much the same.

The careers and almost everyone spectating turned to watch you, all curious to see how you would do. Stepping in position, allowing the trainer to show you the right way, you held the spear in the air.  You looked at the dummies as he told you how to throw it.You could practically feel Haymitch's eyes on you, hearing his voice telling you to be careful. You ignored it though, feeling your leg muscles and core tighten as you flung the spear. You threw it with all the strength you could and were rewarded. The reward was the whistling sound the spear made as it flew through the air.

It landed dead center on the target, the entire spear head stuck inside. The chuckling slowed down but when the trainer, who was clearly impressed handed you another and told you that he wanted to spare. That's when the chuckling stopped.

When you knocked the trainer down and held the spear to his throat, the gym was silent. The first sound heard beside your ragged breathing was clapping, and that was coming from none other than Haymitch Abernathy. “Good on you Sweetheart.” Is all that was said as you turned back to look at the careers who were now looking away. It was all you needed to help the trainer up and make your way back over to your friend.

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Scene/Emo Kid Maker

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Black Centered Picrew

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Ultimate friend's face maker

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Kyoumei

Nowaru Shiki ID Photo Maker

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urgonic's evil maker [UPDATE]

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Egyptian: https://www.azaleasdolls.com/meiker/egypt-nile.php

Fifties: https://www.azaleasdolls.com/dressupgames/1950s-fashion.php

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Humanoid characters:

BCP - New version of Black Centered Picrew. This one doesn't have fantasy options for eyes/ears/skin colors & addons.

Black Picrew Full Body - full body version. This one has some fantasy option for the body, but not for the clothes.

ファンタジー風巨漢親父メーカー - Muscular/fat masc. Not great for black skintones, but has a nice variety of fantasy outfits.

Adventurer Avatar - Fullbody maker with fantasy options

OC Creator - Fantasy-oriented portrait maker

Mano's Picrew - Portraits with lots of fantasy options and customization

banandycosmo character maker - Portrait with some fantasy options

Star Trek - Chibi Star Trek portrait maker

character maker pt 2 - New version of Djarn's character maker, modern and human-oriented only this time

saszor oc maker - Picrew with lots of disability options.

Little Merfolk - Fullbody fem mermaid (and human)

Fairy Maker - Fullbody fem elf/fairy

Rooted Magic Character Meiker F/M - Fem/Masc fullbody elf/human. great choice of medieval-style outfits

League Of Legends Avatar Creator - Portrait maker with nice art style. Free, no need to log in to LoL.

doshi's oc avatar maker - another nice fantasy-oriented maker

something about them - Fullbody character maker. No fantasy outfits.

atla avatar bender maker - Cool portrai picrew focused on ATLA.

Fantasy OC Creator - Fantasy-oriented portrait maker

Coresart profile maker - Nice picrew with some interesting sci-fi elements

Card characters - Interesting picrew with ombe hair options

Dungeon Elf Dress Up - Dungeon Meshi ispired fem elf

Drow (dark elf) maker - Fantasy elf, unnatural skin colors only.

Rogue's Icon Maker - Fantasy-focused maker.

Non-humanoid characters:

CAT - Anthro cat maker

Animals:

Horse maker - Fullbody adult horse

Foal maker - Fullbody foal

Warrior Cats Cat Maker - still a WIP at this point but looks to have lots of customization

Horsesona maker - Horse portrait with human accesories addons

Cat Genetics Simulator - Great tool for making cat colors. Comes with info about coat genetics :)

Picrews I use for online RPG

 Got into online roleplaying? Your DM needs a character token and you want something else than google-searching random people’s art that may fit your character’s description? Or are you a DM looking for quick NPC tokens and portraits? Try these picrews!

(This is a completely personal post, my intention is to keep these as in-setting as possible so I’m omiting the overly simplistic styles and anime styles, especially that naime ones rarely have decent dark skin tones. I’m pretty sure there are tons of different amazing makers but I tried to cover those with fantasy options)

Special mention:

HEROFORGE - Free 3D miniature model creator for humanoids and anthros Humanoid characters:

Baydews avatar maker V. 2.0 - Supports characters in fantasy settings. Supports heterochromia.

Tiefling maker - Great for characters in fantasy settings, not only for Tieflings!

Djarn’s character maker - No clothing choices for fantasy settings, but it’s a very detailed realistic portrait maker.

Bright’s picrew hell - A bit more cartoonish but has a lot of options for humans and fantasy creatures. Supports heterochromia.

Cute D&D character creator - Something more lighthearted if you want to see your OCs as cute chibis.

Murmur Character Creator - Not many fantasy options but it’s good for creating a nice character portrait.

Dragon Age elf/human maker - For fairly realistic fem elves and humans

The Dragon Prince Elf creator - The Dragon Prince style, elves/elvish characters, has horn options too. No clothings.

Hadingley Hill maker - medieval/renaissance portrait maker

Fantasy Icon Maker - For fantasy characters. Supports heterochromia.

Fantasy icon maker - another nice maker with many options

Fantasy girl - elvish/human fem characters

Fantasy Hero Creator - Simple maker bu has some nicely detailed elements

Female human&elf / Male human&elf - a detailed fantasy maker

Muscular female / Muscular male -  a detailed fantasy maker for buff characters

Fairytale duet M/M | F/F | F/M - Humans/elves, realistic skin tones only.

Mystical elf maker - Cute elf fem portrait maker

Elvish character creator - Elf fem. Limited for realistic skintones but nice clothing and background choices

AATAVEITH CHARACTER CREATOR - Human/elf fem. Natural human colors only but many clothing options.

Mermaid Maker - Fem mermaid or humanoid

Witch Doctor - Fem only

Victorian Steampunk Dressup - A detailed steampunk character maker

Elven Fashion - Fem elf only. Realistic skintones and some nice clothing.

Enchanter Maker - Fema elf/human

Deity maker - Lots of creative options for inhuman characters. Base/lineart only

Makowka character maker II - Not many fantasy option but ir’s a cool maker anyway

Nellseto’s maker - cute portrait maker

Black Centered Picrew - Very nice maker with huge variety of black haistyles

Wervty’s Chime Picrew - portrait

Wervty’s Gasp Chara Creator - waist up character

TTRPG Isometric Token - Full fantasy character token.Base/lineart only

TTRPG Portrait Token - Same as above but for character portraits. Base/lineart only

Sci-Fi fantasy portrait maker - Detailed fantasy and scifi/Star wars themed character portraits

portrait maker - masc postrait, very clean and nice artstyle but doesn’t have option for natural dark skintones

sci fi oc - Star Trek focused character maker

KorinMalin’s icon maker - humanoid portrait maker, natural skintones only

BunnyMoss’s OC Maker - Fantasy character maker

heads n shoulders - Fantasy-oriented, supports heterochromia and colored scleras.

fiammazzurra’s avatar maker - Supports heterochromia and colored scleras.

Nonhuman Creator - Fullbody chibi focused on non-human humanoids.

Cybebully Character Maker - Supports fantasy characters and colored scleras

Boy Time - Masc fantasy characters

A basic demon creator - Horned demonic character creator

Create A Cambion - another creator horned demonic species

Kaiju’s Character Maker - A simple fantasy-oriented maker

over the shoulder - portrait maker with tons of options

RPG Husband Generator - Fantasy-oriented muscular masc portrait

cute chubby maker - not many fantasy options but a good choice for fat characters

NuclearVessel’s OC Maker -  Humans/elves, lots of colorful skin tones.

Windswept Maker - Portrait creator with some fantasy options

Fantasy Character Maker 3000 - Detailed fantasy-oriented maker, but requires some manual adjustments.

KZ’s dolls - nice portrait maker with some fantasy options

Plant’s OC Creator - Nice variety of natural skintones and a few fantasy skintones. More modern clothing.

Androgynous picrew! - Fantasy characters with animal friends.

PotatoLord’s Persona Creator - Nice veriaty of options but no eye color customization.

Kavren Character Creator - Another cool picrew, but there aren’t many fantasy clothing options.

Pixel Fantasy Character - fantasy-oriented picrew for pixelart character portraits.

Mega Fantasy Creator - Extremely detailed fantasy-oriented maker with tons of options.

Forest Fairy - Fem fullbody with a nice choice of fantasy clothing

caramael’s character creator - colored scleras and fantasy-oriented clothing choices

longevity’s icon maker - double hair color options

Mad’s Character Creator 2.0 - Many fantasy options

Casual character creator - Includes unnatural skin colors and a nice variety of black hairstyles

character maker - nice character creator but there are no fantasy outfit options

Ultimate friend’s face maker - No elven ears option but lots of option for skin patterns and bicolor hair

Oldmaker Androgynous Picrew 2 - Newer version of androgynous picrew with more customization.

Fantasy OC Maker 4000 - Fantasy-oriented picrew with lots of customization

RPG Character Maker - Fantasy-oriented picrew

Windswept Oc Maker - (not to be confused with another creator named Windswept) humand and elves, natural skinotnes only.

TOON ME! (A) (B) - Fullbody maker with two different bod types. Supports heterochromia and fantasy skintones, but there are no fantasy outfits.

Elf Maker - Fullbody elf, lots of nice outfit options.

Demon Maker - Fullbody humanoid demon. Old version is worth checking out too.  Base/lineart only

Kassie’s Portrait Maker - fantasy-oriented portrait maker

Non-humanoid characters:

Dracthyr Maker - For all your dragons and dragonkin

Dragon PNGtuber Base Generator - Dragon base/lineart only

DnD Frog Maker - Frog people

Catfolk Maker - Cat people

Dragonborn - dragon people

Wolf / werewolf designer - Wolf face portrait with many nice options

Werewolf - fantasy werewolf

Anthro character creator - Various animal people

Dragon -  Dragon base/lineart only

Dragon - Dragon portrait

Ruse’s NightWing Creator - fullbody dragon, dark colors only.

Animals:

Wolf&dog - Fluffy friend custimizable with apparel

felidaze’s cool cat creator - Cats with lots of options

Wolf Maker - simple wolf creator

My Froggie - Fantasy frogs

Mouse Warrior - For all you Mouseguard/Mausritter players!

RATS!! - Realistic rat portrait maker

gay rat maker - realistic fullbody rat with apparel

Mouse Guard Maker - Creator for Mouse Guard characters

Dream Horse Maker - Horses

Cat Maker - Cats

Avian Creator - Birds

Fantasy Bird Creator - birds

Realistic Goat maker - realistic goat with lots of options

serval creator - Serval portrait

kittycat maker (wip) - fullbody cat

horse - realistic horse portrait

Pigeon - Fullbody pigeon maker

Rat maker! - fullbody rat

Rats - Fullbody rat

Gecko maker - fullbody gecko

Doberman Maker - fullbody doberman dog

Fighting Cats - two fullbody realistic cats

Horsesona maker - fullbody horse/pony

natural cat maker - fullbody cat

Horsemaker - realistic fullbody horse

cat maker - fullbody cat

Cat - Fullbody cat with gear

Hoof & Antler - Fullbody deer

Kaylink’s Wolf Maker - old good fullbody wolf maker

Kaylink’s Fox Maker -  good old fullbody fox maker

Create a rat - fullbody rat

Create a cat - cat fullbody, portrait and pelt creator all in one

This is a resource for private online gaming between you and your friends, no commercial/advertisement usage!

[freyanistics]

I still don’t know what to call this but let’s go

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It only took the dark cladded woman ten minutes to reach her domain. The entirety of the meeting left a sour taste in Donna’s mouth and she couldn’t help but wonder what the future might bring. Now that Mother Miranda was on the hunt for Natasha she had to double down on making sure not to disclose her location.

Alcina no doubt will be livid if she finds out where Natasha was residing in and a war between House Beneviento and Dimitrescu will most likely break out. Was Donna willing to put herself in danger for the sake of the countess’s former wife?

The answer was yes, yes she would.

While it did seem Alcina deeply regretted her actions and maybe there was a chance she really did want to make up with her wife. But what if it was all a lie to let Natasha’s guard down and lure her back to the castle? Once she’s in the countess’s clutches who knows what will happen to her.

She may never see her again, Alcina will forbid it.

Walking up to her entrance Donna opens the door as a delicious aroma hits her.

“Oh good, lunch is ready!” Angie exclaims jumping out of the lord’s grasp and running towards the kitchen. Donna could feel her heart flutter a bit as she remains at the door. The last time she walked into a house smelling food cooking was when her parents were still alive.

If she was honest,

She could get used to this.

Following after the doll she enters the kitchen where the aroma was strong, and Natasha stood in front of the stove mixing something in a pot. Angie and a few other dolls sat at the kitchen table swinging their little feet around patiently, like children waiting to be served their food.

Natasha was dressed in jean overalls with a light baby blue shirt. On top of her head laid a black bonnet that covered her dark brownish hair, with a few curls poking at the back of her head, or ‘kitchen’ Natasha had once called it. Despite her wearing a simple outfit she still looked beautiful, her dark ebony skin reminded Donna of the night sky full of twinkling stars, with the parts the vitiligo were resembling clouds.

Turning around Natasha’s eyes landed on the lord making Donna’s breathing hitch as she looked into her mix match eyes. The left eye reminded her of the beautiful oceans and seas she’s read in fairy tales growing up, the ones where a pretty mermaid or pirate ship would reside on. Meanwhile her right eye reminded her of the forest with tall oak trees towering over everything bearing their beautiful green leaves and providing shelter to woodland animals.

Donna’s hands started to tremble the more she studied the other woman. Her eye landing on her plush dark lips, wondering if they felt as soft as they looked.

“Donna? Are you okay?” Natasha asks looking at the lord curiously, who was still standing at the entrance of the kitchen.

“Oh she’s fine, doll face! She’s just checking out the merchandise.~” Angie answers in a sly tone cutting her eyes over at Donna. This immediately snaps the dollmaker out of it as she shook her head rapidly at Angie before taking a seat at the table.

“Merchandise? Oh the food?” Natasha asks, oblivious to the hidden meaning behind the doll’s words. Turning back around the woman resumes prepping the food. Angie once again glances at her maker,a devilish look in her eyes. “You can say that.” She responds.

Damn that doll.

“Well it’s almost ready, just give it five more minutes. How was the meeting?” Natasha asks as she grabs a wooden spoon mixing the contents.

“It was uh, interesting.” Angie says swinging her feet around. “Big lady ain’t doing too well after you seemingly fled the country. You should have seen her!” Angie cackles.

Letting out a soft hum Natasha glances towards them. “I can only imagine.” She grabs a few bowls filling them up before placing them down in front of the lord and doll. The contents consist of yellow rice with cut up sausages and green peppers, the heavy scent of a variety of seasoning hitting the lord’s nostrils through her veil. It smelled heavenly.

“This looks so good, angelface. What is it?”Angie asked tilting her head to look at her food.

“It’s called jambalaya! The kids always love it when I fixed this.” Natasha says rubbing the back of her head nervously. “Hopefully you two will like it as well.”

“If you cooked it, I’ll definitely love it.” Angie says before grabbing fistfuls of the food and shoving it down her mouth.

Inhaling sharply Donna shakes her head at the doll’s improper manners before lifting her fork up and scooping a forkful before lifting it towards her face. She pushes her veil to the side a bit revealing her full lips bringing the fork to her mouth to take a bite. Flavor hit all over Donna’s taste buds as she chewed softly. It tasted like something she never tasted before.

“It’s delicious.” She says softly causing Natasha to exhale softly before erupting into a wide toothy grin. Donna immediately took note of the tooth gape she had and it honestly made Natasha look even more cuter than she already was. Trying not to stare Donna goes back to eating as the other woman fixes her own plate and sitting across from her.

They ate in a comfortable silence albeit the occasionally scarfing sounds of Angie. Once they had finished eating, Donna graciously eating another bowl of the jambalaya, she helped Natasha clean up.

Standing beside the other woman as they washed and dried dishes she took note just how short the other woman was. Now Donna wasn’t no Lady Dimitrescu but she still had some height over the other woman by a few inches, with Natasha only coming up to her shoulders.

After lunch Angie and the rest of the dolls took Natasha away to have her tell them a story, leaving Donna alone for the time being. She took this time to walk through her estate, taking note of the multiple changes that Natasha had done. For one there weren’t any dust on any of the books or surfaces, having been swept away by a feather duster no doubt.

The walls where the paint was peeling off due to the old years were freshly redone, the color much more vibrant than before.

Even all the tea cups she had left behind around the house that still had tea in them were all picked up and no doubt washed and put away in her cupboard.

The house looked much more lively than it had before, back when there used to three more residents in the estate.

Donna’s heart pang with guilt and sadness as the memories flooded through her mind. Back when she was just a shy child running around with her sister, Claudia.

She pause by a room with the door cracked open hearing voices. Peeking inside she sees Natasha sitting in an old rocking chair holding a book as a crowd of dolls sit at her feet and on the bed. Angie sat on her lap alongside a male doll, none saying a word as they listen to her soothing voice.

“Little pig little pig, let me come in!” Natasha reads imitating a deep scruffy voice.

“Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!” She goes on pitching her voice up a bit in a squeaky tone.

Donna listens intently as it reminded her of her own mother and father who would read stories to her and Claudia, sometimes imitating the voices of the characters with their own spin to it.

It felt so strange yet also soothing as she watch the dolls laugh when Natasha starts blowing before pretending to get all out of breath. Chuckling Donna smiles behind her veil.

She could get used to this. Having someone else living in the estate alongside her and the dolls. Just her, the dolls, Natasha, and their little one.

Their little one.

Donna swallows deeply as a thought entered her head.

Another proposal to the other woman.

And there we have it folks! Hope you enjoy part 5! I wonder what Donna’s proposal is 👀

[scottkeenanillustration]

Historical Disney Portraits: Ariel

So Disney’s The Little Mermaid is really hard to place in a proper time period, there seems to be influences from both the 1700s and 1800s and so I was a bit of a loss. Originally I was set on creating a portrait based on the pink dress Ariel wears at dinner with Prince Eric’s castle interior making up the background but I soon abandoned this idea when I began to struggle picking a time period.

 I instead focused on the location of the film which the film makers stated was inspired by areas around the Mediterranean and since the live action movie has been partly filmed around Italy I decided to focus on that. I started by looking at portraits of Italian royalty but that didn’t really lead anywhere until I found some images of traditional Italian folk dress, a lot of which reminded me of the dress Ariel wears during her visit around the kingdom. 

Putting Ariel in traditional Italian folk dress meant I didn’t have to specify a time period as folk dress is continued to be worn today for certain events. Pre-raphaelite paintings were a big help in getting Ariel’s pose and hair right as well as the background, particularly paintings of Shakespeare’s Miranda. I decided to focus on a beach/sea background to reference her being a mermaid and I also had to include her “dinglehopper”

Scott Keenan, 2021

[sxlver-sweet]

Please i'm begging youu i want to see more fantasy au for tokrev and that pirate would be so good i even have some idess on me already 😩

–🎴

I HAD A FUCKING FIELD DAY WITH THIS I WANNA HEAR YOUR IDEAS PLS SHARE

i’m currently sleep-deprived, so some of these are probably really basic and there’s most likely errors somewhere in here skdkcmdksk

also, requests may be closed, but discussions and more ideas are absolutely welcome.

faerie!kokonoi, who preys on the heartbroken drunkards at upscale bars, listening with a secretive smile as they spill their life stories to the bartender. silver-tongued and clever, kokonoi purrs his condolences, slipping their name into the conversation with ease and feigning oblivion when they, cloudy-eyed and ignorant, hand over their precious bank information and the locations of their valuables.

tailor!mitsuya unable to concentrate on stitching up a torn dress with the incessant clanging in the background and snapping at blacksmith!pah-chin, who’s busy forging knight!baji a new sword. mitsuya chastises baji for being so careless, but all baji does is grumble and turn away, black oil and dirt smeared on his flushed cheeks and long hair clinging to his sweat-stained forehead from his previous sparring session.

wizard!mitsuya spinning golems out of clay and shooing them away with an order to find him more materials to craft matching cloaks for his newest apprentices, luna and mana.

leprechaun!nahoya luring unsuspecting villagers into the forest with the promise of gold coins, only to send branches crashing down onto their heads when they venture far enough. they shout irately and scramble after him as he tumbles, laughing, into the shadows… but it’s no use. he’s too fast.

mermaid!yuzuha punching the shit out of pirates and dragging them down from their ships when they disturb and/or hunt the peaceful merfolk

knight!draken pledging his life to princess!emma

werewolf!baji, who appears to casually laugh off questions about his sharp, prominent canines; when in reality, when he’s secretly sweating bullets. werewolf!baji, whom the others wrinkle their noses at and tease when he orders his steak rare. werewolf!baji, who can’t hide the particularly ferocious, almost predatory glint in his eye that only appears during brawls after the sun has fallen. everyone laughs it off, mistaking his bloodlust for adrenaline. it’s only baji, he’s just intense, they reason.

half-blood!takemichi, who leaps through time with the protective blood of a phoenix coursing through his veins. half-blood!takemichi, whose blood aids him in resisting the beckon of death that pries at the empty body he habitually leaves behind and enables him to keep rising back to his feet no matter who knocks him down.

dybbuk!shinichiro, whose rage inhabits mikey’s body, only flaring to aid in crushing kazutora beneath his little brother’s fist. dybbuk!shinichiro, who plucks away at mikey’s sanity day in and day out, demanding for his death to be avenged. dybbuk!shinichiro, who is the reason that mikey can no longer set foot in his bike shop, because no matter how hard he tries, mikey can’t seem to shut out the eerie groaning of forgotten bikes as they rust away or the crackling squelch of metal colliding with bone that he’s positive he’s never heard before—so why is he hearing it now?

executioner!kazutora, who has no problem with the unjust slaughters that tyrant!kisaki approves, because his unchecked guilt can only be satiated by “cleansing the kingdom of immoral souls.” executioner!kazutora, who hums a crude tavern song as he takes his sweet time lining up his blade with the neck of the shivering woman hunched before him—the shivering woman whose only crime is swiping some bread to feed her starving family. executioner!kazutora, who only finds retribution in the twisted cycle of playing the role of god’s “divine” axe.

knight!toman forming a wall in front of their king to square off against an approaching army, a measly one hundred men with fire in their eyes and swords dripping with blood—a measly one hundred men fully prepared to offer up their lives to protect king!mikey.

jester!hanma, who flirts with the women of the court and openly takes cheap shots at tyrant!kisaki, regardless of whether or not he’s in the vicinity. still, it doesn’t matter how humorous the joke is. no one dares to allow even a twitch of their lips. how hanma hasn’t been executed yet, they don’t know.

pirate!nahoya, who cackles like a madman and jeers at an opposing ship from his place perched atop the crow’s nest

apothecary!souya meeting his future s/o in a field of lavender while he’s searching for fresh herbs. apothecary!souya, who’s mortified by the chalky powder spattered on his overalls and runs a hand through his hair, accidentally smearing a yellow dust through his blue curls. apothecary!souya, who blushes when you kindly offer to brush the powder from his hair. apothecary!souya, who offers you one of the dandelions peeking from his pocket as a gesture of gratitude.

ladies-in-waiting!emma and hina scurrying off to deliver empty dishes to cook!mitsuya, who leans forward expectantly to hear the latest gossip when they approach him with sparkling eyes and poorly concealed smiles.

adviser!draken storming into king!mikey’s private chambers without an invitation to shout at him for neglecting his duties and drag him by the ankle out of bed

sorceress!hina enchanting a four-leaf clover necklace with a spell to keep knight!takemichi safe in battle

spymaster!sanzu scaring the shit out of his scribe!s/o whenever he pops up in the windows of the library in all black with no prior warning

doll-maker!izana, who lives in a secluded area of the woods with his apprentice kakucho and obsessively lines his shelves with replicas of the older brother he wishes he had

knight-in-training!chifuyu working extra hard to impress knight!baji, who had recruited him and taken him under his wing

steampunk inventor!chifuyu, who’s never seen without his trademark goggles that kazutora always pokes fun at and threadbare overalls splattered with oil stains. inventor!chifuyu, who nearly has a heart attack when baji hobbles in on one leg, grinning at him with a face swollen with bruises while waving his detached prosthetic leg in greeting. inventor!chifuyu, who keeps wrenches on his belt specifically to hurl at his idiot friends whenever they come into his shop all beat-up with their bronze prosthetics severely damaged

steampunk!hanma, who has a glass eye with the word “pain” engraved on the iris. steampunk!hanma, who asks kisaki to hold something for him. when the latter holds his hand out with an exasperated sigh, hanma sets his replacement eye in his palm and cackles hysterically when kisaki promptly jolts with disgust and chucks it across the room

cyberpunk!sanzu, who’s already inebriated but continues to drown deeper in the neon lights of the club as he pops an array of glowing pills into his mouth, body numb to the robotic assistants that hum around him and intermingle with the equally delirious crowd in case someone were to collapse from overdosing

masquerade!mitsuya, who smiles at you with such kindness and respect as he guides you onto the marble floor that you immediately resolve to discover his identity at a later date

masquerade!kakucho, who does everything in his power to prevent you from uncovering his identity. masquerade!kakucho, who fears that you’ll be disgusted with his deformed appearance once you see his scar.

samurai!yuzuha, who rescues you from a band of thieves but is perplexed when you insist on repaying her goodwill. samurai!yuzuha, who eventually starts coming to you whenever she needs her wounds bandaged or a home-cooked meal. samurai!yuzuha, who refuses to let you touch her sword with your pure, unsullied hands.

potion-maker!ran, who always despises when rindou barges into his workspace for nothing else than to tip over a couple jars and poke fun at his craft. potion-maker!ran, whose skin and hair have been permanently imprinted with the scent of clove and allspice berries. potion-maker!ran, who concocts love spells and perfumes that grant increased intimacy for the lovesick women who visit him when their own assets aren’t working. potion-maker!ran, who smiles charmingly and calls his female customers “darling.” potion-maker!ran, who has no problem with allowing them to test his products on him in order to guarantee their potency—but only if they’re attractive and have a pretty penny to spare :)

gunslinger!mikey, who almost shoots his big toe off trying to impress the beautiful barmaid across the room

servant!baji, who isn’t the slyest but always makes sure he leaves out a saucer of cream for the stray cats that wander through the town during the night, regardless of how much trouble he gets in. servant!baji, who develops a forbidden bond with his royal!s/o due to their shared love of animals. servant!baji, who is ignorant of the ways of courtship but does his best to flirt with you, however flustered and awkward he may be. servant!baji, who sheepishly seeks advice from his mother about how to impress royalty despite him being unable to offer you any material items.

necromancer!takemichi who doesn’t know wtf is going on and is literally only a necromancer because he fucked up reading a recipe for garlic bread that was written in cursive

vampire!kokonoi, who looks wistfully upon his collection of dusty, old perfume bottles as he recalls how they’d been the most expensive items on the market centuries ago. vampire!kokonoi, who possesses splintered, wooden chests overflowing with outdated currency that will never again be utilized. vampire!kokonoi, who sits for hours and stares at the photo of the young woman that he’s preserved in mint condition for countless years, wondering why he can’t remember who she is

half-blood!mikey, who wonders why his legs are so much stronger than the rest of his body, why he’s always been so much faster than his peers, and why they’re always chock-full of energy. half-blood!mikey, who’s blissfully unaware that the blood of his ancestors is not as it seems. half-blood!mikey, who has zero clue that his lineage marks him a descendant of the minotaur.

farmer!chifuyu, who’s too shy to approach the seamstress’s daughter, so he resigns himself to only admiring her from afar until she makes a move herself. farmer!chifuyu, who’s beyond embarrassed when he accidentally bumps into her, the dirt and grime on his clothing soiling her pristine outfit. farmer!chifuyu, who tries to brush it off, only to panic when the dust on his hands stains the fabric. farmer!chifuyu, who shows up at your mother’s shop the next day to apologize and is nearly chased out due to his kind “not belonging there,” only for you to object and invite him in, claiming that he’s your friend.

jack the ripper!sanzu, who leans up against a dirty brick building with his head low, tongue clicking in rhythm with the slim hands on his golden pocket watch as he decides on his next victim. jack the ripper!sanzu, who dons a simple, shapeless white mask that contrasts sharply with the elaborate feather woven into his top hat. jack the ripper!sanzu, whom others eye skeptically when he skillfully, easily slices his steak into cross-sections with nothing more than a butter knife. jack the ripper!sanzu, who smiles so charmingly at women, basking in their ignorance as he lures them into a sense of false security with a few sweet words. jack the ripper!sanzu, who seals all of his letters documenting his crimes with a lipstick-stained kiss and giggles manically when it smears onto his cheek. jack the ripper!sanzu, who is taken aback when one of his targets whirls on him with anger in their eyes and a knife gripped in their hands, fully prepared to give him a dose of his own medicine.

achilles!izana and patroclus!kakucho. that’s all i have to say. y’all know what’s up👀

soothsayer!takemichi, who’s looked down upon by his fellow prophets because of his frenetic efforts to change the future. while the rest lounge beneath the shade of trees, sweet-smelling smoke curling from their ornate pipes and hazy eyes trailing after people who they know are supposed to die tomorrow, takemichi is doing his best to track them down to warn them of their fate. “he’s just a boy,” the others chuckle, “he won’t make a difference.”

victorian era painter!s/o, who finds seishu inui snoozing beneath a tree and resolves to capture his beauty on a canvas. seishu, who’s well-aware of what you’re doing but decides to let you have your fun. painter s/o, who’s mortified when seishu happens to “wake up” as soon as they sigh with satisfaction and requests to see the picture.

barista!izana, who mixes drugs into his drinks for certain customers while they discreetly slide a handsome wad of cash across the counter

archer!chifuyu, who accidentally spears his superior through the leg while struggling with his bow. archer!chifuyu, who meets kazutora in the dungeons and befriends him during the one night he spends there. archer!chifuyu, who is confused and hesitant when he is abruptly assigned to join the ranks of the prince’s bodyguards. archer!chifuyu, who is white with shock when he sees kazutora stroll into the room, a golden crown balanced atop his head and a wide smile blooming upon his lips when he spots his new friend.

ROBIN HOOD!CHIFUYU

potion-maker!souya, whose face always softens whenever you stop by his shop during your daily mail delivery route. potion-maker!souya, who’s ashamed of himself for having considered exploiting your trust in him and slipping a love potion into your drink. potion-maker!souya, who always offers to make you something befitting the occasion whenever you’re running low on energy, not feeling well, or are nervous about something. potion-maker!souya, who’s too shy to confess his feelings for you.

town crier!nahoya, who sometimes slips a swear word or two into his announcements and prefers to storm the town on horseback, disregarding his elaborate attire. town crier!nahoya, who has definitely snatched you off the street during his routes, leaving you to cling to his sweat-dampened clothes and shout at him for being such an imbecile.

shapeshifter!nahoya, who diligently keeps his eyes closed because he can change everything about his appearance, except for his distinctive eye color.

[captainlevisteacup]

All Characters, the Nicknames MC has For Them, and the Events That Follow: A Wholly Unnecessary Thread

Warnings: None, unless you count demon boys being butthurt about being called out

Enjoy my stupidity!

Lucifer👿🖤🥀☕🍷

Luci

Pridey Pants

Gordon Ramsey of Life

Mom

Loosen-up Luci

Jesus's emo brother

*cough* Daddy *cough*

The results of these nicknames....they were not pretty. MC calls him Luci? He doesn't LOVE it. Does that small scary smile that MC knows (or should know) not to push.

Pridey pants...ohhh boy. MC says it at dinner....is absolutely terrified when he doesnt do anything. After dinner, follows MC into the hallway to dole out *ahem* punishment

Beel is the only one to understand the Gordon Ramsey one. Starts booming laughter

Mom. Oho. This is the second worst. Happened when MC asked Luci to pass them a steak knife. Ended up with the knife being thrown into the table, inches from MC's hand.

Ah. The worst one. Jesus's emo brother. He doesnt even know where to begin. The brothers AND Diavolo have to SPRINT away to keep from cackling like crazed lunatics. Simeon is the only one who openly laughs. Kitchen duty for 2 months. Absolutely worth it. Would do it again without hesitation.

Mammon💛💵💰💳

Mammory Gland

Finding Nemo Seagull (Mine! Mine!)

Crow

Tan Elsa

Greedo

General Greedous

"Ehhhhh? What's a mammary gland?"

*muffled Satan laughter*

Mc has to explain the crow one, because apparently it isnt common knowledge that crows love shiny things?

Tan Elsa. Levi was crying when this one slipped out of MC's mouth. All Mammon could do was be offended. After much, MUCH coaxing, reluctantly agreed to dance to "Let it Go" in a dress.

Levi💜🐍🎮🕹

Has a thing for degradation, so you can really only insult him with anime stuff

Levi Heichou (if you get this, we can be friends)

Leviathan the lonely

Snake man

Mermaid Boy

Snekky snek

Levia-hand

He could ignore all of them.....except for

LEVIA-HAND

I mean come on!

"MC did you really have to go there? That was really-"

"Below the belt?"

"UGH MCCCCC"

*distant suggestive Asmo noises*

Satan💚💢📚

Angry bean

Grumpy kitty

Nerd

Angry librarian

Blond, angsty James Charles

Fashion disaster

There isn't a single one of these that DOESNT make Satan want to break something.

Who is James Charles? Fashion disaster?! "I happen to dress very nicely, thank you very much"

"How am I a librarian? I just read, it's very different, honestly MC"

Refuses to even acknowledge "grumpy kitty"

Asmodeus😘💋❤💅

Asmo-dick-us

Ass-mo

Momo

Polly Pocket

The kinky one

*jokingly* slutttttt

He, surprisingly, doesn't mind any of them. He thinks it's really cute that MC has nicknames for him. He always encourages you to call him them more often, and even makes a bunch of them for MC. His favorite one is Momo, because:

"Its just so cuuuuuuute!"

Beel🥺🍔💪🏻

Sexy Vacuum man

The last Weasley

Snack Buddy

Hungry Bean

Un-beel-eavable

These all make the boy SO HAPPY

MC cares enough to make nicknames for him?

*happy Beel noises*

Wait. MC thinks he's sexy?😳

What's a Weasley?

He has a snack buddy?☺☺☺

Belphie🙁💭💤🛏

Sloth man

Sleepyhead

That bastard with a choking kink

Killer grip

The emo twin

Black Sheep

"I woke up like this" master

He wants to be mad. He really does. But there's a problem: he can't argue with ANY of them. Kinda makes him smile just a LITTLE

Is glad MC has forgiven him enough to actually JOKE about the choking incident.

Spends a lot of time trying to get someone to explain what "emo" means. Levi knows what it means, and refuses to tell him because he thinks its funnily accurate

Dia👑💮🔥

Double D Dia

Big Tiddy Divvy

King of the Boobs

Díablo

Milk man

Firehead

The rich, gay uncle

There isnt a single minute he doesn't find these hysterical. He thinks it's a charming human world custom, to give someone a nickname. He also thinks it shows how comfortable with him MC is.

His favorite is easily DD Dia. Mc noticed his body? *smirk* interesting

Why are so many of them boob related? MC does realize he is a male, right?

The rich, gay uncle. Diavolo has no words. Absolutely shook.

Lucifer overheard some of these...was appalled MC was harassing the PRINCE with their ridiculous nicknames.

He was about to go off on a terrified MC, when Diavolo stepped in laughing and told Lucifer....

"Calm down, Mom."

Mc nearly choked on their own suppressed laughter

Barbatos had to quickly usher them away so MC could openly laugh and therefore breathe

Barbatos 🧐👀🐀🕓

Barbie

Simply one hell of a butler

Sebas-chan

Time warp man

Chuck E Cheese

The cake maker

Understands every single reference, is actually surprisingly cool with it, as long as MC doesn't embarrass him with it.

Diavolo catches wind of what MC is calling Barbaties, eventually starts adopting the nicknames

The only one Barbatos doesn't like is "Chuck E Cheese", because he hates rats so so much. How dare they compare him to one of those disgusting creatures?

Simeon🌙🤍🌹🌈

Boomer

Dad joke central

Beautiful man

Sinful shoulders

Angel Dad

Sin-ammon Roll

Simeon can't decide between being flattered or appalled. He's not THAT old. Nor is he a father! Well, maybe more of a father figure in regards to Luke, but still! He doesn't tell THAT many dad jokes.. right?

Blushes intensely at Beautiful man and Sinammon roll. Wonders if MC really means that or is just teasing him.

Eventually he makes the stupid decision to ask Asmo....wrong move. Asmo ends up laying out all of Simeon's desires towards MC, the week following he can't even look MC in the face. MC has no clue what happened and starts to think it was their fault.

They confront Simeon about it after a while, and Simeon full on breaks and confesses to MC

Asmo takes full credit for this happening

Solomon😑🖤💫🧙🏻‍♂️

Shady Lady

The sus one

Kinky dude

Draco malfoy

Doesn't mind MC having insulting nicknames for him....he has them too. Starts swapping them with MC to see who can make the other laugh harder.

Sometimes, the brothers will sit in and listen while they exchange them, and they'll keep score and vote on who wins

Eventually, Diavolo and Simeon get involved

Barbatos caters these events

Luke😇👶🏼🌸🧁

Baby angel

Son

Woof

Puppy

Little doggo

The poor boy has no idea which one he hates more. Gets so flustered whenever MC calls him one of these that his whole face turns red

Simeon tells him its adorable every time without fail

This makes Luke even worse. All MC has to do is call Luke one of the names and its fair game for Luke hunting

The only one he actually...kind of...likes is Son. He likes the idea of MC as a parent figure.

Which leads him to realize: what if MC and Simeon got together! Then MC WOULD be his parent

Gets Solomon and Barbatos to help bring MC and Simeon together

They end up bombarding the two with an obnoxious Valentine's day-esque cake

Did it work?

[jessiebanethedragon]

White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt5)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers dad and betrothed are asses.

“Please I am begging you, not Coruscant. Take me anywhere else, do whatever you like, just don’t send me back to him.” You ramble as you're pushed down the stairs from before and forced into a small cell.

“Sergeant's orders,” The clone shrugs. And tears fall freely, whatever awaited you as Nythons wife has now become impossibly worse as a result of your running. You try to stifle them when you see Tech again, and your hands grasp the cold bars.

“Tech!” you screech like a madwoman, “you said you would help me, you said you knew him!” You see him guilty look away, and pull a crate of medical supplies into his arms.

“Wrecker I need you on the deck, Crosshair needs a stim and you know how he gets…” He says to the larger clone, who must go by Wrecker, making the one called Crosshair presumably the one injured in your saving. Wrecker nods and follows him towards the stairs.

“P-please,” You try once more, standing in a cell, with a ruined dress, gunpowder in your hair, battered muscles and tears leaving the only trails of clean skin on your face.

Neither of them even turn to look back at you.

For whatever kind of terrible wife you may have made, you’re a decidedly worse stowaway. You groan at it all, not even having made it a full cycle hidden on the ship before being caught. And the pain from having smashed into the hull of the vessel itself hurts so much, like all of your muscles are stuck in a permanent cramp. You flop onto the wooden floor of the cage the clones have thrown you in, but refuse to cry again.

Above you, an intense argument starts.

“Wield that thing at me again Tech and you’ll lose your hand.” Someone snaps

“It is a stim Crosshair not a kriffing viroblade!” Tech’s voice is easily discernible for that of a clone. You realise it’s softer, and has less of the gritty depth and rather more of a thoughtful comforting sound. So even when he’s frustrated he still sounds kind.

“Wrecker you’re fucking terrible at stealth.” Crosshair, you presume, states.

“Just take the needle vod you need it!” a deeper set voice chimes in.

“Give it to the girl, she hit the hull hardest, not to mention the iron hold Hunt’er must have had on her.” You hear him sigh after that.

“Cross don’t start something…” Tech warns,

“It’s Volim -kriffing- Nython.” He seethes. “Maker forgive us if we give her back to him.”

“I was not aware you had suddenly become so religious…”

Tech.” Crosshair cuts in, “He used to collect Lekku for fun-”

“I know.”

“And Zabarak horns.”

“I know.”

“How many of our brothers did he kill?” “Crosshair I Know!” You hear Tech shout before everyone falls quiet. You hear mumbling next but can't make out what's being said. “Take the stim or don’t, see if I care.” You hear him slam something down before you hear and see footsteps approaching.

Tech makes his way back down into the brig, walking past your cell to put the medpack back on the furthest wall. And you let him walk by you again before saying something.

“Tech?” You croak out, thinking he will keep walking up the few steps back onto the bridge, except he stops, does not turn to you, but stops nevertheless. “I do not know much about Clones…” You admit gulping. “But at least I thought mandalorians had more honor.”

“And do we look like mandalorians to you?” He counters, not with malice but almost as a genuine question.

“Your armor did.” You say and you watch as he turns. Blocking the light that's coming in from the door, his auburn hair and curious eyes that he knows usually get the better of him. And underneath the baggy pants that are tucked into his boots, you see a flash of the under most shirt, a faded symbol on his chest beneath the white layers of loose fitting cloth.

“How do you know what clone armour looked like, and yet not know anything about clones?” He enquires earnestly.

You take a deep breath thinking about how to phrase your answer, and considering you’re on borrowed time you think it's best to keep it short.

“Lekku and Horns weren't the only things he collected.”

His face plummets before he bolts out of the brig.

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The Captain of the havoc Marauder has just about finished his first flask of whiskey when one of his soldiers comes bursting through the doors to his private rooms.

“Have you ever heard of knocking Tech?” Hunter Inquires, his heavy coat draped over his sleeping area and his hat thrown somewhere amongst his pile of clothes. Leaving him in rolled up sleeves, his red bandana and threadbare pants that desperately needed replacing. From here tech can see his traitor branding on the inner arm and the pirate sigil necklace that he’d nicked from Hondo some years back.

“Captain - Sarge…” Tech says quickly knowing his brothers are probably nosing their ways over here sooner rather than later. “I want to propose an alternate route.”

“To Coruscant?” Hunter asks with a raised eyebrow.

“The Alderaanian trading post.” He states firmly. “We’d be there in a matter of rotations, the wind and the currents are in perfect conditions. She’d be out of our hair in days…”

“I’m not harbouring a fugitive, soldier.” Hunter cuts him off glaring.

“She is not a fugitive.” Tech argues, turning around as Crosshair and Wrecker join him in the captain's quarters before turning back to his captain. “That woman has done nothing wrong.”

“He’s right.” Crosshair says agreeing with someone for once. “The Corellian Run is a straight shot to Alderaan.”

“This is not up for debate soldiers.” He grits out.

“We are not giving her to that monster sarge. We’re just not.” Everyone turns to Wrecker in shock, despite his appearance and love for all things gunpowder, Wrecker is always the one to follow orders, to do what needs to be done - never challenge the hierarchy of power.

“Is this a mutiny?” Hunter threatens,

“This is us not throwing an innocent woman into the hands of Volim Nython!” Tech exclaims and even before Hunter can respond the room erupts.

Well, Clone Force 99 was never really known for its teamwork skills anyways.

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You cast your eyes towards the boards that make up the ceiling of the brig when the yelling starts. For all the subtle differences between each Clone it becomes impossible to pick out who is yelling at whom and what they are arguing about.

Well, given your current predicament maybe it was not too hard to pick out what the crew is shouting about.

With a soft sigh you lay flat on the floor of the ship and close your eyes, rocking with the creaking of the hull and your ruined dress splayed out creating a wonderful contrast to the dark wood floor. Perhaps the sea was not as terrifying as you thought. Your fingers explored the wooden floor, gently as to not catch any splinters. Cracked nails brush over hardened wood and cascade over a cold nail. And you stay suspended in what could be your last moments of peace.

After a few moments of trying to block out the shouting your brain catches up to itself. And you roll to one side, fingers moving quicker now as they try to find that same spot. Where everything else is flush, flat barely a difference between warm wood and the cool metal circles of nails firmly embedded one stands taller than the rest.

You stop your frantic hands before they make contact with the rusty nail, it’ll be tricky to work out of the dry wood, and your likely to cut yourself or start an infection through a split fingernail. So you pivot on your bottom, put your hands behind your back for stability and give the nail a calculated kick.

Your foot does little more than bend the thing, and push your skirts up in an unladylike manner, but with this new angle you can safely work the chunk of metal out of the floorboard. And later rather than sooner you are now sitting on the floor, one rusty nail richer.

The obvious call to action is to pick the lock and you doubt your abilities before quickly realising there’s no better plan in sight. And so you push yourself against the steel bars and crock your arm at the worst angle to start working on the lock. Every large wave threatens to snap your shoulder from its socket. Your knees are bruised, your arm hurts so much, and with every fall you were reminded of the not too pleasant experience from earlier and how much your ribs still hurt. And in some combination of luck, movement of the nail, a crash of a wave and maker only knows what else, that final wave sends the nail into place and you crash through the door to the cell as it swings open.

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Dollmakers around the world: NuniDolls

As this is a doll resource blog, I think it's a good idea to compile doll artisans and dollmakers by country. It allows easy access and helps smaller professional artists in the community. If you want to be featured, please send an ask with some contact info and a link to your work.

That said, I want to make my first post about NuniDolls.

Nuria, owner of NuniDolls is an art doll maker from Mallorca (Spain) that moved onto creating resin dolls of her own design after having a try at doll customizing with Monster High dolls. She created them with the idea of a posable doll that was meant to be customized and displayed like a little work of art, that didn't require removal of industrial face paint nor rooted hair.

(ATTENTION DOLL NUDlTY AHEAD)

NuniDolls uses eco-friendly resin and fabrics with Majorcan patterns and straw-soled shoes that are traditional there. Her dolls are 35cm tall, double-jointed, with 5cm*2cm feet (equivalent to 1/6) and a 1/4 head (work with 18-19 cm wigs) and come in several skin tones and two main body types: "regular" and "pregnant", which is a design I haven't seen a lot among BJDs. The face is wide, with a lot of space for the eyes and can be modified by the means of sanding or adding volume (think epoxy resin).

All the bodies are strung with elastic cord and the head is closed. They can wear wigs and you can change the face features by painting (that's what the artist made them for: to be customized). And if art isn't your forte, the artist can customize them as well from faceup to clothes.

Here you can see the unboxing of two of them in English.

And a collab with a Spanish youtuber who received a Card Captor Sakura and a blue ready-to-dress custom dolls.

Price range: Low (compared to other bjd companies that make dolls of similar size and materials)

Her blank doll with normal body and white, beige, chocolate and sky blue skin costs 50€, fully customised costs about 130€

A blank, pregnant doll in any of the skintones mentioned is 60€ and fully customised it fetches a price of about 150€

Other special dolls she puts up for sale fully customized, such as her mermaid doll or her Sally doll, have a different range of price.

Dolls are made-to-order and take a few days to be made and delivered, so be mindful of that when purchasing!

For purchasing her dolls you can go to her ETSY shop and you can see more of her designs on INSTAGRAM. Her webpage is still a WIP but you can access it HERE.