#The blue trim red pants seems like A Lot

[harellan]

Doing some light editing to the Quickstart Leathers for Cassius and idk which version I like more. Wanted to stick with the Shadow Dragons color scheme.

[angelltheninth]

You know how guys have the happy trail? What do you think the MCU men's is like?

Gonna tell you something Anon, I love it when guys have that. It's cute and attractive.

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Thor, Loki, James “Logan" Howlett, Remy Lebeau, Kurt Wagner, Tony Stark, Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, suggestive, body worship, teasing, muscles, established relationship

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A/N: Probably one of the most attractive things on guys. At least to me. Other than strong hands.

Steve keeps himself very neat, not really because of you, not at first, it's just a habit that he still has from his army days. That being said he didn't miss the way you look at him when he does it. He knows you're looking so he takes his time.

Bucky is a bit more clumsy with it since losing his arm. His new one is good but it's cold on his skin when he needs to groom himself and be nice. But... maybe you can give him a hand when he needs it.

Clint doesn't bother with it much because he doesn't have much of a visible happy trail. It is there when you really look or run your hand down his abs. That being said he doesn't quite see why you like it so much, it's just body hair.

Thor never quite cared to keep himself overly well groomed or to cut down on any body hair. When he tried his hair grew back rougher, which you can feel as you touch his stomach. To him it was never something he had to think about, besides you like it.

Loki brags about how good he looks. Every part of him, even the happy trail which he always keeps well maintained. As he gets ready for bed he might take it slower, to give you time to look.

Logan has always been covered in a lot of rough, bushy hair and his happy trail is no different. For him it's like a path that you can follow as you kiss his body. In fact he has referred to it as that numerous time, making you blush at the implications.

Remy often gets asked if his hair is red everywhere, and yes it is. He chuckles when he tells you that you should check for yourself. Despite how he may seem he does keep himself well trimmed, from his belly all the way down.

Kurt does have a bit more hair there and it's quite soft and fluffy. It's one of the rare parts on his body that's not as cold as the rest of him. But it is quite dark, almost black in contrast with his blue skin.

Tony wants you to look at him as he gets changed. He wears his pants a bit lower when he knows he can work from home. Seeing you ready to kiss every inch of him won't make work easier.

Peter has a happy trail but it's a bit sparse. He doesn't have much body hair on his belly and is a bit ticklish when you touch him there. It's one of his weaknesses so he always blushes when you do it.

[ladykailitha]

The Au Pair Boy Part 6

We're back on schedule with this and for whatever reason, it always seems to get ahead of the other stories so I have a lot in backlog for this one.

In this we have Steve trying to find people to work for Eddie.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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The gardeners were the first people he hired. A brother duo named Jonathan and Will Byers. The younger brother would design what they wanted the garden to look like, which they would email to Eddie to get checked off on and then both of them would go to town.

Within their first week a lot the debris had been cleared away and they had began trimming back the foliage that would do damage to the property.

Steve immediately bargained for more money for them after that. They deserved it after the mess they had to clean up was quickly and efficiently taken care of.

The groundsman was a gruff, older guy who looked like he had just walked off the set of “The Secret Garden”. His name was Jim Hopper and was happy to move into the groundskeeper’s house on the property. It had been there since the house had been built and Eddie had revamped into to a sort of mother-in-law suite.

The problem he was running into was finding a pool company that hadn’t black listed the address because apparently Ethan liked harassing them, male or female. Asking them to wear skimpy clothes to clean it, putting leaves in the pool so they would have to fish it out with their long nets meaning they would have to lean over a lot, and so on.

Steve was about ready to give up when he found a guy just starting out. He didn’t have any clients yet and was willing to at least take a look at the pool.

He nearly sobbed with relief.

When the man arrived, Steve was pleased to find a well-dressed black man with a shiny new truck and all new equipment. In bright blue lettering on the side of the truck was Sinclair’s Cleaning Service and underneath was a couple of the things they did, like gutters, driveways, gullies, and of course pools.

He wore cargo pants and a polo shirt with the logo on the front with the name Charles underneath and had a bright smile on his face when he greeted Steve with a firm handshake.

“I hope you don’t mind me bringing my son along,” Charles said indicating his meek shadow. “My daughter Erica caught a cold so my wife is taking her to the doctor’s to see if we can’t get her some medicine. But I couldn’t leave him at home and Sue didn’t want to take him with her.”

“Because I would be bored, Dad,” the boy huffed.

Charles chuckled. “Because he would be bored. Say hello, Lucas.”

“Hi, Mr. Harrington,” Lucas said. “This is a pretty nice house you’ve got here.”

Steve smiled at him. “It’s not my house,” he said wistfully, “I’m just a cog in the machine that helps it run. Think of me as...” he tapped his lips thoughtfully, “the house steward. I’m taking care of all the hiring of staff for the owner, Eddie Munson.”

“And he’ll be the one paying the bill?” Charles asked as Steve led them all the way to the back where the pool was.

“That’s right,” Steve said, opening the back gate to let them through. “There is place to store anything you need so that you don’t have lug heavy stuff back here every time.” He pointed to the shack off the side of the pool. He had paid Jonathan and Hopper extra to help him clean it out.

“Looks good,” Charles said, opening the door to see inside. “The pool isn’t a weird shape, so that helps. Strange color of the water though.”

“Water’s clear,” Steve assured him. “The owner just had the floor of the pool painted red instead of blue.”

Charles and Lucas shared raised eyebrows. “Did he now?”

“Yup!” Steve said with a grin. “You’ll be able to see for yourself on the times you have to drain it.”

Lucas picked up a plastic measuring cup and dipped it in the water, clearly not quite believing Steve that the water wasn’t red. The giggle he gave when the water came out clear made Steve grin.

“Well, I’ll be,” Charles huffed. He turned to Steve. “I think I’m the man for the job.” He stuck out his hand and Steve shook it.

“It appears you are,” he said with a smile. “Hey, Lucas, there’s another boy here around your age, helping his older brother with the gardening. Would you like to meet him?”

Lucas looked over at his dad, who nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Steve led the way to the main garden where Will and Jonathan trimming the shrubbery. The one they were currently working on was the Beetlejuice snake.

“Hey, Jonathan!” Steve called out. “Will! Come meet our new pool peeps.”

Both boys shared a glance but put their trimmers down and came over.

“Will and Jonathan Byers, our gardeners extraordinaire,” Steve introduced. “Meet Charles and Lucas Sinclair. If you need anything you can ask each other if you can’t find me.”

“Lucas is about start high school,” Charles prompted. “How old are you, Will?”

Will looked over at Jonathan unsure if he should say.

“He’s fourteen,” Jonathan answered for him, ruffling his hair. “He’s starting high school this year, too. He’s just a March baby, so he’ll be younger then his peers.”

Will stuck his tongue out at his brother.

“You’ll forgive me, Jonathan,” Charles said gently, “but you don’t look much older than he is.”

Jonathan laughed. “I’m older than I look. I went to high school with Steve-o here. My parents had Will as ‘let’s a have another baby to fix our failing relationship’ ploy. The business was my dad’s.”

Charles looked over at Steve and raised an eyebrow. Steve didn’t look much older than the two teens either.

“I’m twenty-five,” Steve said, putting his hands on his hips. “I am,” he insisted when Charles and Lucas gave him matching disbelieving looks.

Jonathan cleared his throat in to the resulting awkwardness. “Yeah, let’s just say that didn’t work out and my mom got the lawn and garden business in the divorce because she put the time and effort into it, and he drank the profits. Then when I turned eighteen, I took it over. This is Will’s first year helping me out.”

“You two the only employees?” Lucas asked tilting his head to the side. “I mean I get with my dad, he’s just starting out, but you’ve been doing this for years.”

“No,” Jonathan snorted. “But to gardens this impressive and important, I’m not going to let anyone near them but me and Will. I had the whole team out to clean things up but for maintenance and design I take care of it and Will helps.”

Lucas just shrugged his shoulders. “It’s your funeral, man.”

“Bigger places than this,” Steve huffed, “have been handled by lesser men than Jonathan Byers. I wouldn’t have hired him if I didn’t think he could do the job.” He patted Jonathan on the arm.

Jonathan blushed and ducked his head. “Thanks, Steve.”

“Do you like D&D?” Will suddenly blurted out like he couldn’t contain his nerdiness any longer.

Both Jonathan and Steve braced for rejection, but Lucas lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Hell yeah!” he cried. “I have a level thirteen half-elf ranger. But the other half isn’t human, it’s a teifling!”

“Whoa!” Will said, eyes wide. “I didn’t know you could do that!”

Suddenly both boys were off rambling about stat blocks and armor proficiency and the three adults turned to each other.

“Do you have any idea what they’re talking about?” Charles asked with a grimace. “He always goes too fast for me to understand.”

Jonathan held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t look at me, I was the loner artsy type in high school, I didn’t do that nerd crap.”

Steve held his thumb and forefinger close together. “I know a little bit. It’s really popular with the kids now days. Especially after that TV show came out and had all the main characters playing it.”

“Better you than me,” Jonathan huffed. “Nancy’s little brother and Will used to play all the time, but they lost their GM or something and haven’t been able to play since.”

Steve nodded. “I think they prefer DM in D&D, but GM works.” He stopped and turned to interrupt the stream of D&D coming from Will and Lucas. “How many people do you need to play again?”

Lucas and Will paused for a moment.

“Counting the DM?” Will asked and Steve nodded. “Um...four to five ideally but can have up to seven comfortably.”

“So if you, Lucas and Mike all play,” Steve said slowly, licking his lips over his sly smile, “then you would want to have one more to make it ideal?”

“Why?” Lucas scoffed, “Do you just happen to have someone who could play?”

“Yes.”

Both boys looked at each other and then back at Steve, aghast.

“There is no way,” Lucas huffed, putting his hand on his hips.

“I’d have to ask Eddie,” Steve said, motioning all of them to follow him. He led them through the house, “but I’m pretty sure he’d be thrilled to let you use it.”

He opened a door that was just off from the kitchen on the other side of the theater room. In it was everything a tabletop gamer could want. It had row upon row of books on the shelves. Tables to put snacks on. Dice of every color imaginable and figures of every race, class, and monster type were in carefully labeled small drawers. But the centerpiece, the crowning glory of the room; a long table that had a town laid out on it, complete with the squares for combat and movement.

“Holy shit!” Lucas swore, his eyes wide, blocking the doorway.

Charles, who could see over the top of his son. “I’ll allow it this once, but otherwise, watch your language.”

Will pushed Lucas out of the way to see into the room, too. “Oh. Um. That’s just...wow.”

Steve ushered them into the room. “I don’t doubt there would be certain things off limits and I would have to be here to supervise, at least while Eddie is gone. But feel free to look around. I wouldn’t touch though.”

Lucas and Will ran into the room filled with glee. Will went straight the mini-figures and Lucas went to the table.

“Gosh, Steve,” Charles said, “are you sure that the owner will be all right letting the boys play in here? It all looks so expensive, I shudder to think what would happen if they broke something.”

To Charles’s surprise it was Jonathan that chuckled and shook his head. “Nothing. He buys a new one and carries on like nothing happened. Will broke one of the two Gate of Kings statues at the opening of the hedge maze. He had a new one out the next day. Didn’t say shit about Will breaking it. Just it happened, move on.”

Charles still looked skeptical so Steve pulled out his phone. “Hey, Eddie. I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time. Yep, he’s taking the job. Yeah, he has a fifteen year old son named Lucas who is going to be helping out. No, no. Nothing like that. Will let it slip he likes D&D and that spawned Lucas liking it. Of course I did. I didn’t even have to ask, yes. That’s why I’m calling. Brilliant, thank you. Yep. We’ll talk at bed time as always. Bye.”

“Now all I have to do is call my friend Dustin,” he said with broad smile. “He was my first nannying job and is about their age. I kept in contact with him and his mom because they’re good people. He was just complaining the other day that his school shut down their D&D club and none of the other former members were interested in trying to keep it alive.”

Just then Will came up to him and hugged him. “Thanks, Steve. This is going to be so awesome. Mike is absolutely going to flip his shit.”

Steve ruffled Will’s hair and smiled. “Oh yeah, I totally have to be there when he sees it for the first time.”

Charles brought his chin in and looked at Steve for a moment. “It sounds as though you hired your friend to the do the gardening job instead of the best man for the job.”

“Dad,” Lucas warned, “if you ruin this for me, I will never speak to you again. He already said that Jonathan and his team was the best for the job. Youth doesn’t mean lack of experience. He’s been doing the landscaping thing for seven years. You’ve only been doing the cleaning thing for a month.”

Charles ducked his head. “I’m sorry. That was out of line. Especially just having agreed to the job for you and all.”

“Apology accepted,” Jonathan said with a nod. “Come on, Will we really do have to get back to work. I’ll get you Steve’s number later and he can help you coordinate this all for you guys.”

Will nodded and after swapping numbers with Lucas, followed his brother out the door.

Charles smiled at Lucas. “Aren’t you glad I made you come today?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he huffed. “I only set off the fire alarm that once and that was because the bacon grease dripped onto the gas flame. It’s not my fault you and mom decided to come home at that exact moment.”

Steve burst out laughing. “That’s the worst, kid. But yeah, it’ll be in your thirties before you live that one down.”

Charles shook hands with Steve and said they would be back on Saturday to start the pool cleaning.

Steve watched as they walked away. He just need to call Dustin and lure him over here. A picture of the D&D room would do just the trick.

~

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<h1>Justice League Redesigns</h1>

My takes on initial Justice League designs, specifically the founding members!

Superman - Did my initial drawing of this design a year or so ago, so my memories on why I used certain aspects might be a bit fuzzy. Not a fan of how the New 52 and DCEU had been limiting Supes suit down to just a blue suit, a red cape, and maybe a belt, so I wanted to incorporate more of a classic look to him. So I added red trimming to the "shirt" to help give him a more bulked up look and made the usually trunks more of a pattern on the pants. I also gave him proper gloves since it seems weird that an investigative reporter wouldn't consider leaving fingerprints behind a bit of a problem (especially since a good chunk of his villains are super intelligent). I wanted to incorporated his cape into his symbol since it always seems odd to me when it's just drawn on top of his shoulders. I also tried to incorporate the diamond shape of his symbol on other parts of his suit like on the back of his gloves and his belt buckle. Yellow seems to kind of come and go in his pallet, so I figured if I was going to use it, so I tried to incorporate it as a more regular detailing throughout the suit, further color blocking his gloves, boots, and belt.

Batman - While Batman's colors tend to lean more into Greys and Blacks with maybe some yellow for detailing, I do like the darker Blue he used to sport in the comics and wanted to incorporate it while keep the later; so I used it not only for his gloves and boots and to line his cape, but I also gave him some extra padding on his costume that can double as storage for extra gadgets or to store evidence. I made his bat-symbol notably large and yellow since canonically it's typically reinforced to act as a false bullseye for grunts and tried to keep it somewhat squared off to standout from other bat-family members. Finally I tried to make his utility belt kinda boxy and bulky since it's usually a focus on a lot of his designs.

Wonder Woman - Took inspiration from a few different sources for my take on a Wonder Woman. I took a lot of inspiration from the DCEU version for the basic shape of the outfit, particularly the bracers/aegis, her sandles and grieves, the skirt, and how I shaped out her top. Gave her shoulder pads like the DCSHG version and tried to incorporate a bit of that blue hue into her hair. I also like the cape/shaw thing that the Arkhamverse version had and tried doing something similar. finally I tried to make her tiara a bit more armored to lean even more into her warrior princess look (plus I don't think she's used it as a weapon since the Super Friends days). I also tried to give her more of a tan to lean into her greek heritage.

Green Lantern 1 - Every JL needs a Lantern and since Hal Jordan is usually the first I figured I'd get him out of the way. Not much to say, mostly went with his more classic look, but updating it a bit to spread the white in his costume out a bit more.

Flash - Tried to add and change a few details on my take of a Barry Allen Flash, so that I can do a couple takes on Wally West versions when/if I get to him. kept that classic lightning lining on his boots and gloves and tried to incorporate another lightning pattern on his chest and helmet. I also tried to keep his boots and gloves predominantly red to further separate him from the classic Wally Flash suit, but still included some yellow bits to help highlight his hands and feet. I did try to make his cowl look like it's made of a harder material, but tried to avoid making it look TOO much like a helmet. I also added made the ear-dealies simple straight lines since I think it works better for Barry. finally I made the belt made out of simple rectangular shapes offset to get that lightning look without having it be actually lightning and also included them on his sides as pockets for proteins bars and such

Aquaman - I leaned heavily into taking inspiration from the BtBatB version of Aquaman for my take since I hate how hard a lot of other creators try to make him "cool". though since the Aquaman movie represented the orange part as "armor" I did also try to lean into that as well.

Martian Manhunter - Like Wonder Woman I took a lot of inspiration from all over the place for Martian Manhunter. I tried to take some DCAU inspiration for his face, Took some influence from the modern comics and Injustice for his general costume plus the symbol, I also tried to elongate his head like some of the mid-2000's-mid-2010's animated movies. I did also try to keep some of his classic blue mixed in with the black so it doesn't get as boring as it can get in some interpretations. finally I tried to make him a bit more gangly in terms of proportions to lean into his alien origins a bit more.

[rennsdeaddoves]

sneek peek at the fic for theweirdhybrids wukongverse

@theweirdhybrid has given me permission to write a fic for their wonderful au where five different Wukong's end up in lmk. here is a sneak peek of said fic!! (hope you like it btw hybrid)

When Wukong awoke the next morning surrounded by many of his little monkeys in a cuddle pile he almost missed the sensations, opting instead to try and catch some more sleep before Mk would come and they would talk a lot of things out. However, in those moments when the sleep he was enjoying so much evaded him that the sensation of power really hit him causing his eyes to shoot open. Panicked he went straight for the relic room where the source of so much power was coming from. 

For a moment Wukong thought it was the relic, that it had somehow activated and now the inhabitants of the mountain would be in trouble. But when the monkey king actually saw what was causing such a spike his train of thought stopped completely, body frozen in place, and mouth agape with something akin to shock and horror painted on his face. Honestly, Wukong had to slap himself just to see if he was still dreaming because on the floor of his relic room were nine figures, five of which were monkeys… 

The first one his eyes scanned over was small, 4’ if that, brown fur covered him, and instantly he noticed that the same clothing that he was given by Guianyin and his master at the beginning of his journey were on him, the yellow tunic, blue tippet, tiger skin wrap that was around his waist, blue pants, and worst of all the fillet around his head. Seeing that thing practically made him sick to his stomach. 

The second was just as short, fur a much lighter almost yellowish colour, he seemed to have on a more armour-oriented garb with the phoenix plums on his head, red-yellow shoulder and thigh guards, an orange tunic, brown pangs, black boots and a green tippet. His appearance greatly reminded him of when he had just received his new wardrobe from the dragon kings after getting his staff. 

The third was tall, like really tall, his fur was a dark reddish-brown and he also wore journey clothing but much fancier, he had on a red kuapao that ended just before his knees it had gold trim and jade green shoulder embroidery, keeping the kuapao closed was the tiger skin wrap and a piece of black fabric tied as a sort of guodu belt, he had a black tunic, black pants and red wrappings around his shins as well as a fillet of his own. Again it made him sick, the memories trying to claw their way up from the depths of his head. 

The fourth one looked Lanky, with long arms, shortish legs, and red fur, honestly his proportions kinda through wukong for a loop. His clothing was ragged at best with a yellow tunic untucked and ripped at the bottom and sleeves, a grey sash keeping it shut, light blue pants, and leather shin guards. The chains around his wrists didn’t escape Wukongs eyes or the bags under his eyes. 

The fifth and final one looked the wildest out of them all, he was likely as tall as the third if not taller, with wild white fur on his head which kinda reminded wukong of a main, and the rest of the fur on his body was a light brown. Though it was kinda hard to see under his hot pink fitted suit, brown dress shoes, bangles, chains, and mask. Honestly, Wukong was kinda doubting this one was even a monkey until he sturred slightly (scaring the shit out of him) and his mask fell from his face revealing it slightly. 

Looking the five over both with and without the golden eyes Wukong was faced with an impossible situation�� they were all him. Well definitely different versions of him if it wasn’t apartment by clothing (why would any version of him wear pink??), fur colour, and size. Trying not to have a crisis he turned his attention to the other four bodies in the room. 

One was definitely Liuer Minhuo, from the silver-white fur to the bloody SIX EARS! It was plain as day to see that this one was Mac. it unnerved him slightly, made his heart race and mind cloud with guilt some but he shoved those feelings off as he examined the child next to the lanky him. 

Instantly he could see that the kid was mortal and not that old so he made sure to check for injuries without waking the boy and when he made sure that he had none then Wukong allowed himself to take in his appearance. He had a shaved head, dull, dirty clothing, and seemed to be grasping for lanky him… Wukong moved him closer and watched as the kid curled into the lanky him sighing comfortably and the monkey visibly relaxed as soon as the child felt on him. 

Knowing the boy was taken care of Wukong turned to the young man in red. He could distinctly feel the presence of Nezha on him, he had spiky black hair, a dark red leather jacket, black jeans, brown shin-high boots, and he could even make out the sky ribbon around his arm underneath the jacket sleeve. Clearly, this was a version of Nezha from another world who came with a version of him. That would be interesting… 

Finally, there was the-

“Monkey!!” 

“HOLY FUC-” 

Appearing right in front of his face was the last one, it seemed to be some kind of spirit with immense power. It took the form of what almost seemed to be a peach (yes like the fruit) kinda humanoid being. It had a leaf cape and was actually really cute with its high-pitched voice and wide brown eyes.

Raising his hands he let the little one land on them, “you gave me a real good scare there!” that caused them to laugh at him, once they were calmed down again Wukong asked them; “what's your name?” 

Surprisingly they gave him an answer, “Fruity!” 

(this is a part of chapter one! please feel free to comment and interact! )

[diamondcrownacademy]

DCA Info Part 32: Meet Jinlong Esi 🐲

Jinlong Esi (ジンロン・エシ, Jinron Eeshi) is the dorm leader of Dragonstone. She comes from a race of dragons and desires to prove her worth.

History

Jinlong was born and raised in the Valley of Clouds, a city where other dragonkin live. Jinlong is the only girl in a family of four boys, she's unable to do much due to her homeland's traditions.

When Jinlong was a child, she was taught to fix damaged antiques and relics and she keeps the restored relics in a sealed vault.

Overtime, she secretly learned the art of metalsmith from an old dragon who lives in the tallest mountain of the valley and went through a lot of training to be strong and strategic.

Personality

Jinlong is described as a quiet young woman with an aura of coolness and mystery around her. She desires more than anything to prove herself and to prove that she can be just as strong as her brothers.

She only has a few close friends to talk to and even less to spar with because most of them are delicate and she doesn't want to seem like a brute person. Although she may seem composed on the outside, she has a dragon's temper. To calm herself down, she moves out of sight to meditate. It will work if no one bothers her or makes a loud noise.

She mostly keeps to herself because she has a bit of a culture shock at how different everything is at DCA.

Jinlong makes use of anything to solve a problem, sort of like a macgyver kind of problem solving. Even if it sounds ridiculous, if it works then it's not stupid.

Appearance

Jinlong is a young woman in her late teens. She has pale yellow skin, green reptilian like eyes, pointy elf ears, copper brown hair with a portion of it being gold, a pair of gold horns that resemble those commonly seen on eastern dragons and a green tail with the tip being gold and shaped like a flame.

2020 School Uniform

Jinlong wears a blue bolero top with the cuffs having red ribbon detailing shaped like flowers with a blue pearl in the center. Underneath the top is a scarlet red top with a sweetheart bodice, teal colored gem buttons. She also sports a scarlet red overskirt with a gold scale pattern and gold ruffle trim as well as black pants with the ends being red, divided by gold trim and having the same scale pattern as the overskirt. For footwear, Jinlong wears a pair of two toned flats with one side being a solid black and the other being red with the same golden scale patterning. The shoes also have tan soles, gold trim and gold ribbons.

Jinlong accessorizes with a bu yao with a red pin and strands, teal beads and gold detailing that makes it resemble a flower, as well as a pair of gold diamond earrings. Other accessories include a black collar with gold trim, a teal pearl necklace with a circular brooch, and a black belt with various gold ribbons.

2021 School Uniform

Jinlong was changed a bit. Her bolero top now covers her bust and has teal gem buttons, the black collar now resembles a high collar, the pants look simpler and have gold trim, and the shoes have solid colors and have gold trim and flats.

Some new additions include Jinlong's hair being slightly wavy, the bu yao is now red with a white flower that has mint green leaves and a maroon pearl, the earrings are now pearl earrings, red nails, a gold chain belt with red crochet detailing, a scarlet red floral qipao dress with gold trim and gold scales on her tail.

School Statistics

Jinlong Esi is an 18 year old 3rd year student. She is classified as Student #16 and is in Class 3-B. She is a member of the Aviary Club and her best subject is Magic History. Her favorite school subject is Martial Arts because wants to be strong enough to challenge her older brothers. Her least favorite school subject is Party Hosting because she has terrible experiences with hosting parties and it brings back memories of bad experiences. She's good at the subject only because she can't afford to get bad grades but she dislikes it.

For her idol performances, Jinlong has a voice fit for singing traditional folk songs with a shifting tone. But she prefers to sing songs that tell a story rather than just expressing one's feelings.

For her choreography, Jinlong mixes modern dance with traditional Chinese dance sometimes. She has very strong movement almost as if she wields a sword.

Relationships

Family

Not much is known about Jinlong's relationship with her parents, what is known however is that her mother aids her in hiding her secret.

Her relationships with her brothers on the other hand, are rather complicated to say the least...

Ying would constantly remind her to know her place as a daughter of the household since he views going against tradition is equivalent to bringing shame to the family. He even went so far as to physically assault Ushi for raising his voice at him when he defended Jinlong. Thier relationship is so estranged that Jinlong is even comfortable badmouthing about Ying to close friends. She doesn't dare to voice her opinion to his face but she will smack talk him behind his back.

Ushi is more friendly towards Jinlong but is a bit of a coward when it comes to confronting Ying.

She's distrustful of Gou while Tuzi doesn't seem to have a relationship with her at all.

Out of all of her brothers, Hou is the only one she gets along with, he always seeks out to join his sister in her studies and their parents allow it since they see Jinlong providing assistance to a younger sibling.

Pet

Jinlong has a pet Komodo dragon named Rongyu. He likes to lounge around and makes weird noises that sometimes startles Jinlong.

Fellow Students

Jinlong is quite competitive with Evonie. She has little friends to spar with.

Night Raven College Students

Jinlong sympathizes with Leona due to also feeling trapped in the the shadow of their elder sibling.

Romance

Jinlong would want to be with someone who won't treat her like a stereotypical housewife and actually pay attention that she's doing this because she wants to prove herself.

Powers and Abilities

• Magic: Much like her fellow students, Jinlong can use magic.

• Swordplay: Much like her fellow dorm leader, Vidya, Jinlong is known to be a very skilled swordswoman.

• Agility: Jinlong does yoga in her spare time and in turn makes her flexible. Eastern dragons are known to be long and can move their bodies to make themselves look wiggly.

• Blacksmithery: Jinlong is said to be a master blacksmith.

• Fire Breath: Being a dragonkin, Jinlong is able to breathe fire and even uses it to forge and melt metals.

• Acrobatics: Jinlong is said to have a talent for acrobatics.

Unique Magic

Jinlong's unique magic is called "Gold Dragonfire" (最も純粋な金の竜の炎/ゴールド・ドラゴンファイア, Gōrudo Doragonfaia; lit. "The Purest Gold Dragon Flame"). She can breathe golden fire that will melt her targets but it won't burn the area.

Voice

According to her bio, Jinlong would be voiced by Ayako Kawasumi, who has voiced many iconic and famous characters throughout her career. Such as Akari Kamigishi from To Heart, Saber from Fate/stay night, and Elie from Rave Master just to name a few.

Trivia

• Her birthday is on July 27th, making her a Leo. She shares her birthday with Leona Kingscholar.

• She is 184 cm tall, making her the tallest of the dorm leaders.

• Her favorite food is tea of any kind while her least favorite food is porridge. Although Jinlong prefers heatable leftovers and takeout over actual food and cooked meals sometimes. She dislikes being looked down on and unorganized spaces.

• She enjoys Forging.

• Her preferred Styling Jewel Outfit Styles are Cultural, Cool and Gothic.

• For her casual attire, Jinlong would mostly wear asian style jackets with some chinese animal on the back. She will wear jeggings and shirts.

• She prefers dark colors.

• She is dubbed "Little Dragonfish" (ドラゴンフィッシュちゃん, Doragonfisshu-chan) by Floyd due to her dragon motifs.

• Jinlong is commonly referred to as "Jin" or by her surname, Esi.

• Jinlong likes to forge relics in her spare time.

• Jinlong’s Overblot would occur if she would have an argument with either her elder brother or father with the former having the tendency to scold Jinlong in regards to being a household daughter while the latter never tolerates the breaking of tradition and views the world outside of the Valley of Clouds as inferior.

• Jinlong would be a philosopher in the future.

• Jinlong loves moon cakes as a dessert.

• Jinlong would smell like something that smells like incense.

• Jinlong’s signature scent would be a combination of both incense and maybe the sun from training.

• Jinlong’s worst fear is having her hard work wasted for nothing which would prove that her father was right all along.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Colours in Our Skyy 2 A Tale of Thousand Stars (with a little Bad Buddy) ep 4

It had never been certain but I had hoped all along that we would see Pat and Pran in ep 4...and how wonderful that we did...and hence this post exists!

I had thought this would be a quick, short post since the Bad Buddy elements weren't that long/the ep focused mainly on Phupha, Tian and the ATOTS side of the crossover. But, HA!, this is me after all and I've ended up with 23 screenshots 🤦🏽‍♀️ So let's dive in so this doesn't get longer than it needs to.

First, all the red and blue details so common around Pat and Pran: It's hard to see in the left pic but the red of the triangle cushion mat and the blue of Pat's clothes offer the first pairing. Then it's the pens, post-it notes, mosquito net, watering can, mailbox, and sign that offer some more (I'm including pink as red here). I love the "Pat and Pran's love sprout" sign, which feels like an upgrade of the "Pavilion of Peace" sign which Pat brought with him to the bus stop build in BBS ep 3. Yellow - love and happiness - also features, as it has done a lot in these four eps, as well as the olive greens (obstacles to their happiness), which might hint to the 'conditions' Phupha leaves for Pran in his permission for him to put on the play.

And then Pat and Pran leave Pha Pun Dao...but their colours stay with Phupha, Tian, Yod, and Kampung. Even the pouch the children made has these colours, along with yellow. Note that Yod is wearing blue when he drives Pat and Pran away, but then later he wears red when he leaves with Tian - however, an extra walks by in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment in blue to add another pairing.

I loved @grapejuicegay's addition to my ep 3 post in which she talked about how both Tian and Phupha lying under the red and blue blanket could show the influence that Pat and Pran were having on them. And even once Pat and Pran leave we can see that their influence remains with Phupha and Tian: In the childrens' clothes, the registration plate and the sign in the car park, and even on their 'date' in the city in the sign of the photo booth. Of course it goes beyond just the colours, as Pat and Pran's influence has played a role in enabling Tian and Phupha to have these moments together.

I'll interrupt the colours for a moment to talk about Tian's elephant pj pants. At first, I loved that it reminded me of Pat's shirt in BBS ep 11, and of the shot of Ink and Pa's feet in BBS ep 9 that I love so much... But then I rewatched the scene before and was reminded of Phupha's line, "I want to know if you forgot how to set up a mosquito net". It's probably not meant to be read as deep as Pat's shirt but I love the connection between Phupha's words and the elephant pants - an elephant never forgets! - and I wonder if it might have been intentional.

Back to the colours, and I'm not surprised Pa and Ink are in red and blue again - but this time the opposite of how they were in ep 1. I do like the styling of putting Pa in similar shirts each time, with the colour trim on a white shirt with a logo print. I haven't talked about any browns above - the earthy colours - since they are used a lot in ATOTS and for different reasons to BBS...but the browns on Pa could relate to my BBS interpretation of the colour - yielding or sacrifice - because we see Pat and Pran yield and kiss each other after being encouraged by Pa (and Korn and Wai) at the end of the play. There's also more red and blue in the bouquets of flowers, and the lighting/curtain behind the group.

And so we come to the end of our time with Pat and Pran and I'll just highlight the obvious/more of what I've already said. Pran is in Pat's blue with his own red in the blanket to the side, with yellow - their love and happiness - in his lap. (Read into all that as you want). Pat is in yellow with teal shorts - mint green/teal being symbolic of their union as a couple (incidentally, I love that in BBS it seemed that Pat wore Pran's mint green shorts a few times...but as their relationship has gotten stronger the mint green has gotten deeper to this teal colour we've seen Pat wear a few times in these OS2 eps). Even the crisps packet Pat picks out is yellow with red. All of this, to me, is as delicious as Pat finds Pran's finger.

And lastly, I'll leave you with Tian and Phupha, since this was supposed to be their ep, and a more neutral palette...because I absolutely ADORED the complementary colours of these outfits, absolutely showing they are a perfect match for each other. Also, it's interesting the way their 'city clothes' are all quite monochrome whereas in Pha Pun Dao their life is full of all different colours.

[ep 1] [ep 2] [ep 3] [ep 4] (<- I was right to be hopeful!)

[ennaku-sirri-da]

In your hot pants and high heels, it seemed like rainbows would appear

[ ID: Traditional art colored digitally of Dr. Habit from game Smile For Me dressed as a woman persona. Her name in this persona is Katty. Her fashion is more y2k.

Katty has green eyes accentuated with blue, white eyeshadow and bushy brows, big lashes with wavy orange tips. She wears very tiny golden glasses. All over her face are glitter stickers. Her mouth is open, revealing a long blue candy-like sugared tongue coming out. Her lips are painted red. So are her claws. She has very long red and grey hair dropping down in dramatic curls till her backside. Also forms bangs. She has some facial hair as well. Sitting atop her huge hair is a golden, jewelled kokoshinik with rays stuck to it, atop the points of which are smiley faces. Other jewellery worn is the teeth based necklace.

Her dress consists of mostly red and pink. She wears red furry gloves with a pink poof at the end. The top is a tank top with thin straps and a furry trim around the chest area. A frilly pink top is beneath the tighter strapped red top above. She also wears a short skirt with a studded belt. The skirt is pink with sunflower patterns and a furry hem. To top off the look are big red platform heels and fishnets around the legs. Smaller details are the two rings on her right hand, one a silver moon and the other wooden with lavendar flowers.

As for her appearance, Katty generally has a lot of body hair and sagging skin, freckled, and scarred, with stretch marks. She is of a thinner build. All over her are small kiss marks and stray fur.

Katty carries a red and pink parasol near her head, swirling it around so it drops pink cotton fluff, some of which she tastes with her tongue out. Bright yellow light shines behind the parasol and behind her kokoshinik. She has a cheeky smile, curling one lock of hair around her claws. She poses with one leg held out. The whole image is warm toned. End ID]

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OK everyone I'll be posting my old smile for me AU art in a desperate bid for attention LMAO so get ready for some CONTENT

Here's Habits alter ego, PRINCESSSSS KATTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Plaintext:PRINCESSSSS KATTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Shes post-Habitat Habits DRAMATIC side because he NEEDS to have angsty monologues with himself stomping around the room

[saunne]

10 Self-Love Things

because it's sunny outside, I feel happy and self-love is good sometimes

I love my eyes. Even when dysphoria was hitting me like a truck, my eyes were the part of me I was never able to hate. They have a really clear and piercing green-blue color and when you look up really close, they have a bit of brown-yellow-orange (?) around the pupil. I'm starting to learn a little bit of makeup to highlight them even more.

I love my ability to be introspective. A lot of things are somewhat difficult to grasp for me, especially my emotions and those of others. This capacity for deep introspection and just deconstructing/analyzing myself and the world around is what helped me the most to stay in tune with the people around me growing up. I don't know where I would be if not for that.

I love my legs. I never thought I would be a "leg person" cause I had a lot of problem with that while growing up but, I do love my legs. I like their shape, the curve of my calves, the thickness of my thighs, my knees scarred from falling on them so much as a child, the few scattered moles there. I love that these legs allow me to walk because I like walking more than I like taking public transportation, and how they ache slightly at the end of a long walk in the woods. I love how they look long and graceful when I'm wearing heels but still chunky and androgynous when I'm wearing flats.

I love my fashion style. It was a long way to get where I am now, but it was worth it ! I'm still slowly hauling my whole wardrobe, donating what I don't wear anymore to the queer center's free shop and 95% of what I buy now is from second hand, thrift or clearance stores. I like neutral tones, like beige, cream and brown, associated with either pastel or jewel tones. I like flowy and comfy clothes, culotte pants and light blouses. I like tight but soft sweaters, even more if they have shoulders or back openings.

I love my beard. It's quite funny cause before starting testosterone, I was never that fond of facial hair and all, until I got my very own beard and gain what seemed to be 5 points in charisma. Also, having facial hair is a great help for my whole genderfuckery thing, since it breaks the usual feminine style I have with something more commonly "masculine". I need to get more informations on how to trim it and take care of it correctly however 🤔

I love my writing style. It's something I worked a lot on and I think I deserve to be proud of it. English isn't my native language and writing in English was a real challenge at first, but I'm now at almost 3 years of practice and things are going well ! I'm always happy when I receive comment on my style, like my use of metaphors, the more or less subtle poetic feelings I try to weave through the text or that my pacing is good. It always makes me really happy.

I love my imagination. "Damn your BRAIN" has to be one of my favorite things to hear when I share my brain vomit about characters, situations or general ideas about something. I love making people full of awe with how my brain work and produce things, particularly when it comes to my OCs, since I really love dearly all of my OCs... despite having quite a lot of them.

I love my scars. This is quite recent since I'm talking about my top surgery scars but damn it's so beautiful. I'm literally obsessed with it and I don't count the number of time mom walked on me admiring my torso in the bathroom's mirror. I love how they feel under my fingertips, slightly bumpy and gnarled like vines where where they thickened. I love seeing the change in color, how they were so brightly red and how it's now fading in a soft dust rose and in one year or two, how it will be white and less noticeable but still here, always here. There is something really comforting in the simple gesture of oiling it morning and evening, massaging it tenderly, seeing them and think "this is my chest".

I love my singing voice. Which can be quite surprising cause I can't sing for shit, like, I'm incapable of not sounding false (not for lack of trying). But I like humming little little melodies and songs, humming under my breath along to songs I love even though I only know half the words. I love my singing voice, because it always sounds more emotional than I usually do.

I love my hair. It was a bit hard for me to start losing so much of it when I started testosterone and when I got my burnout but I'm making them grow again and they're now a lot more healthy. I have really thick and heavy hair, and a lot of it. I hope I'll be able to reach my growth goal this year cause after that, I'll dye them again. I want to make an underlight, tho I still don't know if I should try platinum at least once or stay on the either wine red or caramel gradient 🤔.

Won't tag anyone but please, feel free to reblobs with things you love about yourselves ! I love seeing people happy 😊

Since I feel a little vain, here is a pic of said eyes I guess 😂

[wriringramrles]

This is an excerpt from Book Two, Dan's introduction to both Sito and Everest Tempanieum.

Dan wandered the streets of Kinnesburg lost in thought, but also just lost in general. The people here were haughty, busy, and had no time for a backwater musician like himself. He meandered around, finally finding himself in a mostly empty lot that seemed to serve as a crossroads of alleys. He paused, and turned in circles trying to get his bearings.

In the distance, but growing nearer at an alarming rate, a cacophony rose. There was the distinct clanging sound of trash cans being knocked over, accompanied by whistles, shouts, and even gunshots. Through it all, there was a frantic barking and howling. Dan stared curiously down the dark of an alley as the thumping of footsteps and the panting of breath drew closer and closer. His hand strayed nervously to his banjo.

A strange form began to take place, bent over and galloping along the cobblestones on strong and sturdy limbs. Dan shrieked and leapt back as a barefoot and topless woman ran full tilt out of the alley on all fours. Her head was that of a coyote, with gray-red fur spreading down her shoulders, tongue lolling out of her mouth, and bright yellow eyes glinting dangerously. Blood dripped from a wound in her upper arm, a wound she was ignoring completely. She cocked her head curiously when she spotted Dan, and he saw that her lower jaw was exposed bone. Her teeth were set firmly into the jawbone, but Dan could see up into her mouth from below as she panted.

Her curiosity lasted but a moment. The coyote’s tall ears twitched back at the sound of shouting echoing between the brick buildings. She glanced behind her, muttered a curse, and took off again, brushing by Dan. Eyeing a low awning, she leapt for it. She managed to catch hold of the edge, but scrabbled to pull herself up, legs kicking the air. The wound in her arm burned with a fury. The woman cursed again, and the lawfolk’s whistles grew louder down the alleyway. Just as she was sure she’d slip back down, she felt skeletal hands beneath her swinging feet. Dan boosted her up, and with a:

“Many tanks, skeleton!” she sprung up to the roof and bolted away.

“You there! Did you see a beast-kin come by this way?” A red-faced deputy jogged out ofthe alley, followed by a posse of gun-waving lawfolk.

“Sure did sir, she came a-runnin’ outta that there alley all bent over like some kinda demon critter, why, nearly knocked me right down!”

“Hurry up dead man, which way did she go!”

“Fates, no need ta be rude officer. Sure, she went off thataway.” Dan pointed out towards the crowded streets. Without another word, the posse rushed past him.

“Wait a minnit boys.” The one who spoke wasn’t dressed in the usual white and blue uniform, but rather in the black and gold trimmed outfit typical of a wandering ranger.

“Think we’ve got a liar on our hands.” Dan took a cautious step back as the posse changed direction to corner him.

“I ain’t lyin’.” Dan lied. The ranger laughed smugly and pointed up at the awning, where a bit of the coyote’s blood had splattered from her wound. That damning finger moved to point next at Dan’s hat. His hand reflexively moved to touch the edge, and sure enough, his bone white fingers came back red.

“Well mebbe I were lyin’!” Dan huffed, pulling himself up to his full, unimpressive height and drawing forth his banjo. “Awright, y’all, I don’t think yew wanna fight me, so I’d recommend scootin’ off afore anyone gits hurt! I ain’t nobody ta mess with!” The ranger just smiled.

“My name is Everest Tempaneium. Not sure if you’ve heard of me, but I’m fair popular in the bounty hunting world. Some call me a mercenary, or a gun-for-hire, but two things are for sure, I’ve never lost a prize, and I don’ t take too kindly to liars. I think as well you will find that I am the one you ought not mess with.”

Everest’s fingers clicked, and a dome of shimmering energy expanded swiftly to cover the alley. Dan didn’t have a heart… but he felt it drop. The magic which normally sprang easily to his fingertips was silent. The confident and genderless ranger had cast a powerful mundaneity spell, and Dan's magic was fully suppressed. He glanced from side to side, searching for a way out. Tempaneium stood afore him, lawfolk were closing in on all sides, and as he took another step back, he could feel the brick wall pressing against his spine. He was trapped.

The ranger gestured for half the posse to follow the coyote woman, and with much struggle, they scrambled up the awning and took to the roof. Everest took a languid step forward, boot heels clicking ominously against the otherwise silent cobbles. Dan raised his banjo threateningly, but a lightning fast fist shot out and connected with his cheekbone. He gasped in shock, panic flooding into him like water from a dam. It was that same cheekbone that Bill had broken a few seasons back, and while the punch hadn’t shattered his face the same way the hammer had, the pain still flung him back into that helpless feeling. He shook his head, trying to shake away the memory, and Everest’s fist hit him in the sternum. Dan doubled over, but dodged the elbow that came next and retaliated with a bony punch of his own. The ranger deflected it easily, and kicked Dan’s legs out from under him. Once Dan went down, it was just kick after kick after kick as the rest of the lawfolk surrounded him and joined in the attack. He curled up, trying to at least protect his skull and ribs, and waited for it to stop.

A howl rang out from above, and Dan glanced up through the throng of boots and shining star badges to see that coyote woman, now drenched in far more blood than just her own, leap down from the rooftops and into the fray. The lawfolk scattered as she sank her teeth into whatever poor fool was close enough, snarling and snapping and lashing out with her fists.

“Up, skeleton, up up up!” she shouted, as blood poured down through her bone jaw.

“We LEAVE!” Dan scrambled his way up, snagging his banjo and smacking a deputy with it. Tempaneium’s fingers snapped again, and Dan could feel that mundaneity field redouble in strength. In fact, he felt it in his very bones. With a deep shudder of fear, Dan remembered that he himself was held together with magic. His joints felt weak. They ached. His knees slipped and he nearly fell back down.

“Aw no, fuck!” He cursed as his jaw fell off. His left radius slid down his ulna, taking his fingers with it and clattering loosely to the ground. He sat down hard as his right boot filled with leg bones that no longer felt up to the task of supporting him. Dan struggled to pull himself back together, but one by one his connection points failed. The coyote woman growled, her own jaw hanging loosely. Everest laughed self-assuredly… But that confidence didn’t last much longer.

The coyote woman tipped her head, twisting her ear like she was listening to something, and then she grinned a wide, open mouthed grin. As Dan fell apart, the coyote flung back her head and howled. She reached up into the air and took hold of the mundaneity field, twisting it between her fingers like it was a physical material and not an intangible energy. She wound it up tightly as Everest stepped back in shock. Holding it in her teeth, the woman grasped the other field as well, and spun them both together into a long thin string of raw power.

Dan’s bones enthusiastically reconnected, and his magic returned to him. Flexing his freshly attached fingers, Dan launched right back into the fight and plucked out a bright and merry tune that shook the earth. Dark storm clouds gathered low in the alley, and the air hummed with static electricity. The skeleton hesitated before striking. Last time this spell had been cast by his banjo and his hands, it had murdered one of his best friends. He redirected it at the last minute, frying the ground directly in front of Everest, who leapt back, eyes full of fear. The coyote snapped the string of energy like a whip, cracking it over the shocked lawfolk.

“How? How did you do that?” Tempaneium cried out, deputies fleeing away from the blood soaked coyote.

“No one defeats me!” she yelled. “I leave now! I go to my plateau! I see any of you again, you all dead, understand? Skeleton, come along.” Dan nodded and trotted along behind her, leaving the ranger and lawmen to nurse their wounds.

She strode into the middle of the busy street, dragging her energy whip behind her. Carriages swerved wildly around her but she just stood still, her face turned to the sky. The coyote howled again, and Dan felt the earth begin to tremble. She snapped her long whip, and it grew longer with each crack. The earth was shaking more and more, nearly sending Dan back down to the ground.

Buildings shook, townsfolk fled, and as Dan glanced up at the sky, he watched her whip reach the sun. It split and divided like a cell in mitosis, leaving two suns beating down on the earth. People screamed, and Dan felt the land beneath him shudder and rise up. It phased up through the buildings and people like they weren’t there, telescoping towards that second sun. The coyote woman and Dan balanced on the highest layer as the rest of the magical plateau erupted out of the ground to catch up with itself. The original sun disappeared, blinking in and out of existence. The plateau settled with almost a sigh.

Instead of the bustling city of Kinnesburg, with its noise and crowds and bustling energy, they now stood in a vast and empty desert. Creosote shrubs and cholla cactus grew as far as the eye could see, wild and dry. The sky was too close, too big, and almost too blue.

That strange new sun stared down like it was inspecting them. The coyote woman sat down on a rock, breathing hard. She shook her head, sending little clots of dried blood flying from her fur. Dan stretched out his hands and inspected his banjo. It was no worse for wear after clubbing a deputy or two, and he twanged out a few notes.

“Well! That sure were somethin’.”

[mistywaves98]

This was bouncing around in my head for a long time so here it is!

Wonderland AU!

Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

Genshin Impact x Alice! Reader Wonderland AU

¡Warnings!: Dubcon, Non consensual drugging, fingering, all the characters just want to fuck you really, not a lot of warnings for this one!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

I got unmotivated to finish it off and I rushed the end T_T I'll do a part two if you guys want lol

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Yae Miko as the Cheshire Cat!

The first character you meet in this strange world. After falling down the rabbit hole you found yourself in a dark forest. Lost and confused, you tried to examine your surroundings before making any decisions. That's when you hear a teasing voice from the trees,"Well well well~ What do we have here? A little girl lost in the forest with no idea of how she even got there? Quite unfortunate, don't you think?"

Your eyes are darting all over the place, trying to locate the source of the voice. Just then, a pair of purple eyes appear above a particular branch. You stare in shock for a moment until you see the rest of her body appear."Do you know how I can get back home?" You would ask. She simply grins at your helpless form.

"I only know how to exit this certain forest my dear~" "Then tell me how to do that!" "Everything comes at a price, as they say. If you want to leave, give me something in return first..." "Well, what do you want?" "You."

You're stunned. Surely she doesn't mean it like that, does she? "And yes, I do mean it like that." There's your answer. You're rather reluctant, but it's just a one time thing, besides, you would rather have sex with a stranger and then be able to go home than to not do it and be stuck in this forest forever.

"Have you decided?" "Y-yes, just. Be gentle." "Very well then, I'll take good care of you. And, one more thing. My name is Yae Miko, but just call me Yae."

Suddenly, she's in front of you, pushing your fragile body against one of the many barks surrounding you both. Your skirt is hiked up and panties pushed aside. Two of Yae's long fingers enter your cunt and slowly pump in and out. You grip onto her arms tightly, whimpers and gasps escaping your lips.

Yae quickens her pace, scissoring you. Her free hand travels up your shirt, under your bra and begins groping your chest, taking your nipple between her fingers and twisting it, eliciting a sharp moan from you. She smirks before tugging on it, causing you to cry out slightly. "Y-yae—!"

This goes on for a while. You've cum about 3 times now. Suddenly, Yae pulls out her fingers. You pant heavily while Yae admires your glistening juices on her fingers. You think it's over but, you are so wrong.

Venti as the Mad Hatter!

You wake up to find yourself outside of the forest. "What a relief!" You think, but what's this? Your clothes are good as new too. You then remembered the little, favour, you had to give in return for this. A tint of red spread across your cheeks at the memory.

Shaking your head, you look around once more to see where to go next. You suddenly saw a sign, 'Mad Hatter' it read. You followed the sign, hoping to meet whoever this 'Mad Hatter' was and ask him if he knew how you could go home.

After walking for a while, you came across what looked to be a gate. As you drew closer, you began to hear something. It sounded like, singing?

Upon entering the assumed-to-be-a garden you were met with a long table. There were an unusual amount of teapots and teacups. But what had to be even more strange, was all the mice. It nearly seemed as if they were guests. There were also two people there.

One of them had a tophat lined with daisies. He was wearing a teal and turquoise tuxedo. His hair was also dark blue, braided into two, each on either side of his face. The other person had blonde hair that had been made up into two curly ponytails. She had on a white and blue dress with goldish linings and trimmings.

The boy was happily singing as he poured tea into the teacups surrounding him while the girl hummed along. You cleared your throat to get there attention. The pair immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at you. The boy suddenly smiled,"Ah! What is this I see? A beauty like you has come to join in on our tea party?"

"Actually, I just want to know if you knew how I could get back home? You see I'm not from here and I—" "You're not from here you say? Well, the only person who can help you is the queen I'm afraid, but before you go, you simply must have a seat and share some fine tea with us!"

You awkwardly took a seat, thinking that perhaps you really could do with a small meal before you go to see this, queen. "The name's Venti by the way! The girl is my good friend Barbara! May we have the pleasure in knowing your name, milady?" "Y/N." "Such a lovely name!" Barbara suddenly exclaimed," Here's some chocolate chip cookies, I made them myself!"

You had to admit, the cookies were the best you had ever eaten. Whilst eating, you realized Venti seemed to be staring at you a lot, suddenly, he leaned over to Barbara suddenly whispered something in her ear. You saw her cheeks go pink but you brushed it off.

"Y/N, taste this one, we usually make this particular cookie for special guests," Venti said, handing you a cookie. You bit into it with no hesitation. For some reason, though it looked like the others, it had a different flavor; a tiny bit of spice, which was odd.

You noticed the two of them were looking at you intensely. It made you uneasy and you began shifting your gaze on other things. Wait. Where were the mice? Barbara then excused herself. You caught a glimpse of the dark blush on her face. Something was not right.

Just then, your southern regions began to feel funny. Like a fire was rising inside of you. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to sooth it. Venti noticed and chuckled,"Heh heh. How are you feeling Y/N? Why is your face so red?" His smirk screamed mischief. Did he have something to do with this?

"U-Uh, i-it's nothing. R-really—" "I wouldn't be so sure about that~ You're blushing pretty hard right now you know~" Bastard! He knew what he was doing! There must've been something in that cookie you ate!

You clenched your jaw tightly, the wetness between your legs was growing by the second. You weren't sure how much longer you could take it. You needed to be touched.

And Venti knew it. Of course he was the one who told Barbara to put the aphrodisiac in the cookie he offered you. And Barbara, being the good friend she was, played along too, making sure to excuse herself at the right moment.

"Are you feeling needy~ Want some help with that~? Is that a yes? Say no more~"

And that's how you end up on the ground, getting pounded into at such a fast and rough pace, you swear you're seeing stars. All the while Venti's whispering sweet things in your ears, that you're taking him so well, that it's gonna be over soon, don't be scared he won't cum inside as much as he wants to.

At one point you find yourself blacking out once again. It's almost as if it's a pattern or something.....

[atticuswritesstuff]

Chrollo with a smarty pants/genius darling who acts out or tries to escape just because they’re bored/understimulated?

Author's note: I actually really fucking love this prompt so I am SUPER excited for this one. I too get very bored/understimulated often. Sorry, I got to it late cuz I just got back from a Montana trip!

Yandere!Chrollo x Bored!Reader

Summary: Chrollo's darling becomes bored being locked up all the time, decides to take yet another unsupervised trip out of the mansion.

Warnings: Anal/Assplay, overstimulation, punishment, spanking, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, yandere themes, BDSM themes, degradation

Character Description: afab, she/her use that's it

Word count: 4.5k

Attempt number seven. Seven times you had slipped through his fingers since the beginning of the year alone, each time becoming more and more elaborate.

Chrollo scoffed, storming through the woods, scanner in hand. It was beeping softly, indicating you weren't far.

It wasn't like you made any attempt to escape discreetly, jamming a fork into the neck of one of Chrollo's guards, puncturing his jugular before you made your way through the garden to the edge of the forest. As Chrollo watched a recording of it from the cameras, he was shocked at how nonchalantly you stabbed him before calmly walking off. If you had intended to run far, you weren't moving very fast.

The tracker started beeping a little faster now. He was getting closer.

The early April air was nipping at his cheeks, he couldn't fathom how you were out here in your pajamas, barefoot at that. Chrollo was more worried about you than just finding you. While your previous attempts had been clever, methodical, and downright genius, this time was very different to him. As far as he knew, you'd never killed anyone, and now you had decided to not only kill someone but patiently wait for him to be unfocused before sneaking upon him. You planned this.

Chrollo walked a couple more meters, finding the tracker was leading him to the nearby lake. When he came to the forest's edge, he could see you sitting at the edge of the dock, staring up at the moon.

You heard him approaching as soon as he broke through the treeline, it took him a bit longer to retrieve you than expected, although you attributed that to him thinking you were going to try and run far. A couple miles from the house wasn't necessarily far for a commoner, but this was farther than you'd ever been allowed.

Chrollo's heavy footsteps walked the length of the dock, stopping right behind you. He knew you would come quietly, after the first few times, you'd stopped escaping to try and get away, instead, you found the chase to be much more thrilling.

"Time to go, darling," He hummed nonchalantly.

"Five more minutes," You replied, swishing your feet through the near-freezing water, "The moon is so pretty tonight, wouldn't you agree?"

Chrollo gazed down at you, you were surprisingly clean considering you'd just stabbed someone. Not a single drop of blood on you anywhere. The only thing shielding you from the cold being a thin cami and a shamefully short pair of shorts.

Chrollo always admired your body, but the pajamas were a nice touch. They were a recent purchase, baby blue fabric with white lace trim, god how he wanted to tear the set off you.

"I didn't think you'd have it in you to take a man's life, darling," Chrollo stated.

"I didn't either," You chuckled, "But it's done now."

"Why not just sneak away?" He replied, sitting on the dock next to you, "He was unfocused, you could've done it easily if this was where you intended to go all along."

"You're right, I didn't have to kill him," You sighed, bringing one of your feet onto the dock, "I just wanted to see if I could. You left an anatomy book on your desk, I found the major arteries of the body to be very interesting."

"Now that I think about it," You continued, "Maybe I should've run farther, seeing you so desperately trying to find me is rather amusing."

“You enjoy being chased like a rabbit?” Chrollo mused.

“Believe it or not the thrill is more exciting than anything you’ve ever gifted to me,” You scoffed, “At least running gave me something to do that required thought. Something you seem to forget to provide.”

Poking at Chrollo’s care tactics wasn’t smart, but you didn’t know how else to get through to him that your current environment was extremely understimulating, and that you needed more. You could tell he was growing upset, but he wouldn’t dare show it outside of the house.

You pulled your knee to your chest, resting your cheek against it, "Do I have to go back?"

"Of course you do, darling," Chrollo replied, a warm hand rubbing up and down your back, "Why wouldn't you?"

You scoffed, "Probably because being a prisoner of marble and glass is dreadfully boring."

Chrollo's hand stopped, "You think the life I've worked so hard to build is boring?"

"Yup," You replied flatly, "Honestly I thought you kidnapping me would be a lot more fun, but it's even more boring than my old life."

Chrollo was becoming angrier with each word that came out of your mouth.

"Don't get me wrong, I know how hard you try, but my god I don't know how you stand it. You're sweet and all, but you're gonna bore me to death sooner or later, escaping actually gives me something to do," You hummed, pulling your other foot out of the water, "Anyways, we can go back now, this chase was more boring than I expected."

You rose from your place, turning to walk back to your cage. It took Chrollo a minute to get up and follow you, partially from the shock of your completely arrogant and nonchalant demeanor. The person you had become over the past two years almost reminded him of a certain magician he once knew.

Chrollo eyed you as your hips swayed, every muscle in your leg flexing and relaxing as you walked. It was something he adored about you, before he took you, you were one of your tribe's best, strongest dancers. The way you swayed and glided while you did the most basic of tasks was alluring to him. Now, he just watched you sit around and observe everything.

The view from walking behind you wasn't necessarily bad, though. Your pajama shorts gave him a nice view of your ass as you walked.

Sauntering through the woods, you could no longer hide how cold you were, the incessant shivering and blue tint to your skin proved that fact. Your feet even more so from being in the water.

You knew Chrollo was upset with what you'd said, you could tell immediately, but keeping the truth from him wasn't an option anymore. You had started to care for him some time ago. You really appreciated him, but god if he didn't allow you to do something you were going to lose your mind.

When you could just barely make out the edges of the garden approaching, you stopped mid-path, "Chrollo?"

He caught up to you in an instant, "Yes, darling?"

"I don't want to go back if I have to live like this," You felt tears well up in your eyes, "Please."

His hands found your hips, "Live like what? Talk to me darling, how can I make it better?"

"I don't want to just sit around and wait for you to come back. I'm tired of you being at my beck and call. O-Or just fucking sitting around waiting for you to come back," You felt a solemn tear roll down your cheek, "It's so fucking boring. Please just take me with you or give me something I can do for you or-"

"Darling," He cut you off with a firm hand over your mouth, the other still settled on your hip. He shushed you softly, lessening the pressure on your mouth, "Don't panic, I'm listening. I promise I'm hearing you, just speak slowly alright?"

You nodded, he took his hand off your mouth slowly, "Keep going, what can I do to help you?"

You thought about it, more tears spilling down your cheeks, "Take me with you. Don't leave me by myself anymore. I just want to be useful."

Scooping you up bridal style as he headed towards the garden, "I understand. Even in your old life, you were always helping others, weren't you?"

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your head into him. Closing your eyes, you breathed in his scent, trying to commit it to memory.

Chrollo's feet hit the marble floors of the hallway that led into the house, you could feel his warmth returning as he carried you inside.

"While I understand your frustrations, you did try to escape my love," He started, bringing you into your shared bedroom, "And that requires a punishment."

You winced, shaking your head against him, "Please, not again! I'm really sorry Sir I can do better-"

"No," He shushed you, setting you on the foot of the bed, "I have the solution to your problem, but only if you take your punishment, alright?"

You nodded slightly, your tear-stained cheeks slightly puffy and red from the cold.

"Alright," He purred, his hands rubbing up and down your shoulders, "I'll try to make this at least somewhat pleasant for you, ok?"

You nodded once again, finding comfort in the fact that he was at least going to please you.

"Lay back for me," He stated, pushing you back by your shoulders, "I'll be right back."

You stared up at the ceiling in anticipation, the last punishment was hard enough, but you couldn't pass up the opportunity to finally get out of the house. Chrollo had returned from the closet, setting something on the bench at the foot of the bed. He took off his shirt before crawling over you.

"You know what your punishment is, right?" He asked, a face cupping your cheek.

You nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," He whispered, leaning down to give you the softest of kisses, just barely ghosting over your lips as he pulled the knife out of his back pocket.

Pressing it to your throat, you froze, knowing it had already begun.

"Just focus on me, darling," Chrollo whispered against your lips, "I won't cut you."

He kissed you once more, harder this time as he slowly dragged the knife down your neck. It was a 50/50 chance he would intentionally cut you, even if he said he wouldn't. It was the only thing he'd ever lied to you about, knowing that made your heart race.

His tongue invaded your mouth as he slid the knife down your chest, coming back up to cut your bralette off in between your breasts. You didn't even register the pain from him grazing you with the knife until it started throbbing.

You looked down, seeing a thin line of blood-forming directly in between your breasts.

"Whoops," he chuckled, gazing down at the same mark you were. He sat up, straddling your hips and now pinning you to the bed by your throat. Your bare chest tempted him to carve his name into your breasts, then you'd really know who you belonged to. Chrollo briefly cut the straps of your bralette, allowing the flimsy fabric to fall away, revealing your breasts to him.

Setting the knife aside, Chrollo dragged his nails down your chest, briefly squeezing your waist before leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses all over your neck. He trailed downwards, backing off the bed as he kissed your waist, your breasts, swirling his tongue around each of your nipples lightly before backing off entirely.

"Turn over," Chrollo demanded.

"No." You said timidly, propping yourself up on your elbows.

"I'm sorry?" Chrollo replied smugly, "Wanna repeat that, darling?"

"I said n-no," You said, now even quieter than before.

"No? You don't want to be punished?" He asked, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs teasingly.

You shook your head to confirm that you indeed did not want to be punished in the way he was thinking.

"Even after killing my guard and escaping? You sure you don't want to be punished?" He asked again, his condescending tone making you whimper as you shook your head again.

Chrollo sighed, "Very well."

What? He's serious?

Untying the bandana from his forehead, he was quick to grab your hands and tie them together, placing them above your head, "I'll please you since I know that's what you really want."

Your heart jumped in your chest, somehow excited at the fact that you had gotten out of it.

Chrollo wasted no time cutting your shorts off, leaving you completely naked and exposed to him. He brought your legs up to the edge of the bed, bending them close to your chest, "Stay like this for a moment, ok?"

You gave him brief 'mhm' before he left, crossing the room to his chest of drawers. You heard him open it, the soft sound of things being moved around before he quickly came back. Craning your neck up to see what had been retrieved, you were quickly thwarted by Chrollo who pushed your head back down.

"Patience," He sighed, "Be a good girl now, hm?"

You grumbled, but let him hold you down. You knew this routine all too well, reminiscing about the fond memories of your legs pulling against the rope he was now starting to tie around your ankles. He took the time to tie up each leg, making sure they would not be able to come out of the bent position he'd placed them in.

"So pretty," Chrollo cooed, rubbing his hands up and down your waist, "Alright darling, eyes closed."

You shut your eyes as he brought a blindfold to your eyes, the soft silk being tied around the back of your head.

"There, now that you can't fight me," He started, using brute force to flip you over so you were bent over the edge of the bed, knees on the bench, "We can begin your punishment."

"That's not fair Si-"

A sharp smack was delivered to your ass, "Hush."

You went quiet, whimpering into the plush comforter.

"You"

Smack.

"Broke"

Smack.

"My"

Smack.

"Rules"

Each word was punctuated by a harsh spanking to one of your ass cheeks. You were only four in and it already stung.

"I'm sorry!" You cried, trying to wriggle away from Chrollo, "Please Sir!"

"Mm, please what darling? Please punish you?" He hummed, rubbing your bottom with smooth circles.

"Nuh!" You whined, your voice becoming whinier under the threat of fully submitting.

"I told you I would please you, but only if you took your punishment like a good girl," Chrollo hummed, leaving a kiss on each cheek, "Do you really expect me to please you when you're not going to comply darling?"

You whined, wiggling a bit more.

"What do good girls say, darling?" Chrollo asked, softly rubbing your arched back.

"P-please," You huffed.

"Please what, love?" He replied, quietly undoing the bottle of lube he had brought to the bed.

"Please punish me," You whispered, "Sir."

"That's my good girl," He hummed.

Chrollo squirted a bit of lube onto his first two fingers, letting it warm a bit before bringing them to your ass. Mewling as Chrollo started rubbing your puckered hole, he wasted no time plunging a digit into your ass.

"Fuck!" You cried out, feeling him slipping in and out up to his first knuckle. You shook against the rope.

"Aww, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were starting to enjoy this." He teased, pushing his finger up to his second knuckle, "You're taking me so well, I can only imagine how well you're going to do later."

You gave him a long, drawn-out moan in response. He wanted you to beg, either for more or for him to stop, either way, he wanted you to be a mess.

The discomfort started to fade as he pushed his two fingers fully into you. Now, you could feel your arousal dripping as he steadily finger-fucked your ass, trying to stretch you out best he could with just two fingers.

"Already taking my fingers so well," Chrollo cooed, picking up the pace, "I think you're ready to be punished, don't you?"

You shook your head, knowing what would come next.

"Oh come now, don't be like that darling." He replied, slowly pulling his fingers from your tight hole.

You whined at the loss of contact, while it wasn't quite the pleasure you wanted, it was starting to feel good. You waited patiently as Chrollo left the bed, finding the necessary tools needed in his bedside drawer before coming back to the bench.

In one hand, he held a set of purple anal beads that gradually got bigger, in the other, a vibrating wand he fully intended on using on you. While the vibrator wasn't ever used during a punishment, Chrollo saw it to be a mercy for your honesty, therefore, he would keep his word, making his punishment at least somewhat pleasurable for you.

"Tonight's going to be a bit different, love," Chrollo started, setting the vibrator on the bench, he began covering the anal beads in a generous amount of lube, "I need you to trust me, ok?"

You didn't know what he meant by different, you assumed more painful, but knew that there would be no pleasure without pain, "I trust you."

"Good," He hummed, rubbing the first ball against your lubed hole, "You ready?"

Your faint 'mhm' had Chrollo pushing the first ball in, earning a whimper from you. It wasn't much bigger than Chrollo's finger, but you could still feel it. Mere seconds later, he was pushing the second ball in, the equivalent to a little more than two of his fingers.

You were quietly whimpering and mewling into the comforter, hoping he wouldn't hear how much you were enjoying the slow stretch.

"I need your hands," Chrollo announced, pulling you firmly upward by your shoulders, "Put them here."

He shoved your arms down toward your pussy before pushing you back down on your chest. Before, your hands had been resting on the comforter above your head. Now, they were firmly squished between your thighs. You felt Chrollo press something round into your hands before tying your wrists up. Mid-tie, he readjusted the foreign object to rest against your clit.

The vibrator.

You began to squirm a little bit, knowing that this is what he meant by tonight being a little different. You waited patiently as he tied the ropes tight, making sure you wouldn't be able to move it away, then he turned it on.

"Ah...oh fuck," You moaned, the vibrator already working to make you come undone, "Sir.."

Your moans were becoming more sultry, needier, you began panting as your legs worked up to a steady shake, he knew he would break you tonight at this rate.

"See? I told you I would please you," Chrollo hummed, pushing the next ball in, you cried out even louder, "You have permission to cum whenever you'd like."

Knowing this was going to make it a lot harder, he wanted you to submit, to break, "D..Da-Ah!"

You were stuttering as the next ball was pushed in, your asshole stretching around it.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you, princess," Chrollo teased.

"Daddy!" You wailed, giving into the submission he so desperately wanted. Your pussy began fluttering around nothing as the vibrator sent deep shock waves through your pussy, "Please!"

"Please what, princess?" He smiled, palming your ass cheeks.

"Please punish me!" You moaned, needing more stimulation, "I'm sorry I tried to escape! I've been a bad girl!"

The sight of you writhing under him was pathetic, you were truly becoming a mess and he hadn't even really touched you. Seeing how hard you were trembling, Chrollo took pity on you. Watching your pretty pussy clench and release, needing some form of stimulation, he decided to at least grant you this mercy.

Plunging two fingers into your dripping hole, he crooked his fingers, quickly finding your g-spot, "Is this what my darling needs?"

"Yes! Oh, fu-fuck please daddy!" You moaned, fucking yourself on his fingers, "Gonna cum!"

"You have permission princess, it's ok," Chrollo reaffirmed, working his fingers inside you.

It only took seconds, the knot that had been building inside you finally burst, causing you to clench around his fingers. The vibrator held firm against your clit after, the pleasure becoming painful. You started to cry through the blindfold.

Chrollo licked the mess off his fingers before slowly starting to pull the anal beads out one by one. You whined and whimpered as he did so, the action only causing you to clench to avoid feeling empty. It did nothing, Chrollo continued to pull the remaining few beads out, your asshole gaping slightly

"Mm, you're doing so well baby," Chrollo sighed, pulling his own pants down. Pumping his cock a few times before rubbing the crown of it up and down your slick.

"Daddy! D-Don't do that!" You whined, trying to pull away from his ministrations.

"What? This?" Chrollo asked innocently, repeating the action.

You lost it, cumming on the spot as the tip ghosted over your pussy, your shame covered your face in a heavy blush. It barely took anything for you to cum with the stupid vibrator continuing to buzz against your clit at the highest setting.

"S-Sorry daddy.." you slurred, still trembling as you felt your mind go blank.

"Aww, is my baby that much of a cock drunk little slut?" Chrollo teased, pressing the tip of his painfully erect cock into your ass, "I know you are, my pretty little darling wanted to be punished this whole time, huh?"

You heard him, but could barely form enough of a sentence to answer.

Chrollo pushed into you slowly, relishing in the tightness of your ass, your gummy walls fluttering around him as you were overstimulated. The feeling of being full had your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

Once fully seated inside you, Chrollo slowly dragged his nails along your back before palming your ass. Pulling your ass cheeks apart with his thumbs, he gave a few long, slow thrusts, watching the way you clenched around his cock.

"Fuck," Chrollo moaned, "I almost don't even want to punish you with the way this tight little ass wraps around my cock."

You could only moan in response, trembling as he continued his tortuously slow pace.

"How many spankings do you think you'll receive from tonight's actions, princess?" Chrollo halted, only halfway inside as his hands trailed upwards along your outer thighs, "I think forty is a good number? What say you, love?"

"Nuh-uh!" You cried, wiggling against his touch as one of his hands left your skin, "Thirty!"

Chrollo chuckled at your offer, "I was originally going to settle for twenty-five, but thirty works for me, darling."

With a crushing force, Chrollo's hand came down.

Smack!

"Count, or I'll start over," Chrollo demanded.

"O-One," You whispered.

His other hand rose while the other soothed the spot he had just spanked.

Smack!

"Two!"

Smack!

"Three," Chrollo's hands were relentless, switching cheeks each time he smacked you in order to give your poor skin a break. He was merciful enough to rub the spot he had spanked before doing it again.

It took minutes to work your way up to the end, you came twice throughout the process as the vibrator held firm against your clit.

Smack!

"Twenty-eight!"

Smack!

"Twenty-nine!"

Smack!

"Th-Thirty!" You were sobbing, shaking uncontrollably under the weight of Chrollo's punishment.

"There we go, all done," Chrollo cooed, softly rubbing your cherry-red ass as he set another slow pace, "You did so well for me, darling."

A warmth grew in your chest, you really did enjoy being praised by Chrollo, even if it was after a punishment with his dick in your ass. He enjoyed it too, loving the way you clenched around his cock each time he spanked you, it took a lot of focus to not cum mid punishment.

You were writhing the pressure in your core already starting to build again, your trembling never stopped, even throughout your punishment. Chrollo kept up his word to please you, but god at what cost?

"I want you to cum for me again, angel," Chrollo hummed, his hands finding your waist as he began picking up the pace, "I want to absolutely ruin you."

"No no no! Daddy, I can't!" You sobbed, knowing you would be doing more than just cumming if this kept up.

"Oh? Is my princess trying to hide the pretty mess I know she can make?" Chrollo asked, knowing what you were implying.

Grabbing the knife, he cut the ropes from your legs. He rolled your limp form over onto your back, yanking the blindfold off so he could watch as you helped overstimulate yourself. With one arm by your head to support himself, he guided his cock back into your ass, resuming the brutal pace he set.

You held Chrollo's gaze as he went absolutely feral, drilling your ass while holding one of your legs up over his shoulder. You could barely conceal your tears at this point, broken moans showing him just how bad you needed a break, but he was intent on making you squirt before he stopped.

"I know you need this," Chrollo purred, pressing his forehead to yours, "Just give in to my love, your body wants this."

You started to shake harder, legs trembling even more aggressively, he was pushing you to the edge.

"Fuck! Da...Daddy," You groaned, knowing you were only seconds away, "Kiss me, p-please."

Pulling you into his lips as you came, your screams and cries muffled against Chrollo's lips as you drenched his cock and thighs with your cum. You barely registered the feeling of his cock throbbing as he filled your ass with cum. It took several seconds for your orgasm to stop before you were finally able to collapse back onto the bed.

Chrollo was quick to shut the vibrator off as he pulled out, knowing your body had enough. He admired the way his cum began slowly trickling out of your ass while he untied your hands.

"You did so well, darling," Chrollo praised, leaving soft kisses on the inside of your calf, "So so good."

His kisses trailed upwards, his lips softly tickling your thighs as he caressed them. He continued upward with his continued praise and love, making sure each part of you had received some form of physical attention before kissing you passionately.

You were still panting, your heart thrumming in your ears as he brushed your hair away from your face. At least he held true to his word.

With your hands now free, you pulled him in for another kiss, wanting to stay enveloped in his warmth forever.

"So, my little brat," He started, interlacing his fingers with yours, "Was this enough of a cure for your boredom?"

You giggled, giving him a weak smile, "It was, but as I recall, you mentioned what sounded like a more long-term solution to this problem."

"Ah, that," Chrollo sighed, rolling over next to you. You turned on your side the best you could as he gazed up at the ceiling, "I was thinking you could officially become a spider."

Your breath hitched in your throat, "You mean like part of the phantom-troupe?"

"Yes," He replied curtly, "You'd be with me all day every day, same rules apply, but it would give you a chance to use that intelligence of yours."

You grinned, thinking it over, "Sure, why not?"

[oh-katsuki]

Don’t Tell (Armin x Reader)

Pairing: Armin x Reader

Content: professor!armin, smut, overstimulation, dub con, power dynamics, semi-public sex (classroom), oral (m receiving), sub!armin

TW: dub con, overstimulation, professor!armin, sub!armin

Word Count: 2.4k

A/n: subby armin? yeth. Archive Fic

Your ocean science professor, Professor Arlert, always drove you crazy. There was just something about him that had you clenching your thighs. He was so proper, so quiet, and so unassuming, god you would do anything to take a bite out of him. You watched as his slender fingers traced across his keyboard, wrapping up his lecture with his standard dismissal, his blue eyes meeting your own as you sat to the left side of the lecture hall. Armin’s face flushed red as he darted his eyes back down to his computer upon meeting your gaze, and you fought back a smile at the way he seemed to try to disappear into his blue sweater.

The lecture hall cleared out, scores of students leaving the room to get to their next class or simply go back home, but you lingered behind, only starting to pack up your things when the room had become slightly empty. You took your time placing your things away, the air between you and Armin growing thicker as time passed. Making your way down the lecture hall steps, you approached the lectern, Armin attempting to avoid looking at you until you cleared your throat.

“Professor?” You spoke, looking up at him and stepping a little closer than you needed to be.

His face turned a soft pink as he turned his head down to look at you. “Yes, _____?” You could hear the slight shake in his voice as you smirked up at him, taking another step closer.

God, you could do this all day just to drink in the way he reacted to you. It was precious, and the thought of what he would look like under you had arousal building in your core.

“Do you think that if- “ Your sentence was interrupted, Armin jumping back from you as the next lecturer entered the room.

“Ah, Professor Arlert, my apologies! I thought your class would have cleared out by now.” They spoke, their attitude upbeat.

“Professor Hange, I was just about to leave. ____ just had a question for me.” He hesitated, his voice catching. “What was it that you needed?” You could see the remnants of a blush on his cheeks as he made eye contact with you. It was cute how he was trying to keep his composure, cute how he was pretending that your proximity to him didn’t have him hard in his pants.

“Ah, nothing. I’ll come back for your office hours.” You chuckled, waving your hand. “Make sure you save me a spot okay? I’ve got a lot to ask.” Your gaze lingered on him for a second before you turned to Professor Hange. “Nice to meet you.”

—–

Armin knew he shouldn’t be looking at you like that. He knew that as a professor, he had to be professional, you were a student after all, just trying to get your education. Still, he found himself antsy at the idea of spending time alone with you, even if it simply was to go over course material. He’d even gone so far as to tell other students that his appointments were booked for the day, just in case you wanted to spend more time in this cramped meeting room.

However, his worst transgression in his mind was the way he’d groomed for you. The way he’d trimmed himself and showered before his office hours began because there was some part of him that hoped your real reason for coming was far more sinful. What he didn’t realize was just how correct he was.

“Professor?” You rapped gently three times on the ajar door to his office, pushing the door open slightly to peek in.

“____, come in.” His gaze found yours, motioning to the array of chairs in front of him.

You smiled sweetly at him, walking over to the chair beside him and taking a seat. His eyes widened at your choice, breath hitching as you scooched it closer to him. “How are you today?” you asked, leaning your cheek on your hand.

“I’m good, ___. And you?” He was being formal, his back straight as he pretended to occupy himself with organizing his papers, pretending he couldn’t see the way your eyes hungrily scanned over his figure.

“Better now.” You piped up, flashing your teeth at him and crossing one leg over the other.

That skirt you were wearing had him drooling at the way your thighs squished against each other and he was finding it difficult to keep his eyes off of you and the curves of your body. His gaze wasn’t lost on you of course, and you only became more aggressive in your advancements, however, each time Armin would pull himself back, attempting to gain some semblance of professionality.

The two of you continued like this for a while, a dance between two people who knew exactly what they wanted, one being too afraid to take it. The tipping point was when you put your hand on his thigh, ghosting it upwards and squeezing slightly.

“Professor, I still don’t understand.” You frowned at him, hand squeezing the meaty flesh of his thigh and eyes drifting down to where his cock now strained at his jeans. Your mouth fell open into a gentle o, meeting his eyes.

“I- I think it’s best if-” You cut him off, hand moving over his bulge as you moved your lips close to his, so they ghosted against him as you spoke.

“It’s okay.” You looked at him for a second, the way the blush rushed to his pretty cheeks, or the way his lips trembled against yours.

Fuck he was so innocent, such a goody goody. A proper and respected professor that you now had stuttering before your eyes. You wanted to ruin him. You loved the way his cock started to twitch under your hand as you kneeled between his legs, undoing the buckle on his belt while the pretty blonde stared at you, a prominent blush on his cheeks and his eyebrows furrowed in mock resistance. He was so hard by the time you’d gotten him in your hand, a bead of pre-cum gathering at the top. You wiped your thumb across it, Armin’s head falling back against the chair.

“We shouldn’t…” He spoke, his voice trailing off at the way your eyes looked as you gave the head of his cock a kitten lick.

“Think of it as a thank you.” You spoke, licking a broad stripe up the side of him. “You’re just such a good teacher.” Your other hand came to graze his balls. “So pretty too… such a pretty voice and such a pretty cock.”

The praise went right to his head and as if he couldn’t be more consumed by you, you took him in your mouth and the prettiest moan escaped his lips. You felt so warm around him, your cheeks hollowed out and your tongue pressing against the underside of his head. He tasted salty but clean, and you couldn’t get enough of the way the smooth skin of his cock felt against your tongue. His reactions were just too precious, the stutters that came from his mouth as he tried to will himself to stop you, and the way he fought the instinct to bring his hand to your hair.

“Huh, I could-” He groaned. “I could lose my- fuuuuck.” Armin’s mouth fell open when you sucked on the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around as your hands pumped what you weren’t taking. His moan went right to your pussy, arousal pooling in your panties.

“Our little secret.” You mumbled, taking him fully down your throat. You lifted your eyes to look at him, to take in his expression. His mouth was hung open, hands clutching either side of the chair beside him, and his face was bright pink as pretty whimpers fell from his lips. “You wanna fuck me?” Armin fell silent, his bottom lip trembling. He looked so different from how he normally did. Usually he was so put together, but right now he looked messy, his hair was messed up and the collar of his button down was open and out of place. This was the reaction you were looking for, the one that had you shifting on your knees to relieve the tension building in your core.

“You’ve got to say it if you want it.”

“Yes, please.” He spoke, flinching slightly as your tongue swiped over the tip of his cock. You stopped pumping him and he whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Please what?”

“Please let me fuck you.” He whined, eyebrows knit together.

You smirked, standing up and sitting on his lap, guiding his hand to your clothed cunt. You rubbed his delicate fingers over your clit. Armin could feel the wet spot, his whines becoming more pronounced as he realized that he’d been the one to get you so worked up.

“See what you did to me, professor.” You mumbled, your voice catching slightly as his fingers grazed your clit.

The words had his cock throbbing beneath you, his eyes shooting up to meet yours as he realized how desperate you were for him. Fucking you had been a fantasy for him, he’d stayed up late in his office, fucking his fist to the thought of how you’d look being stuffed full of him. He never thought he’d get to see you like this, grinding down onto his hand. Armin’s last semblance of professionalism was leaving him as he admired the way your hips ground against him, he wanted to give in, to let you fuck him, let you have him.

“Please.” You spoke breathily, your gaze meeting his. That was it, any chance Armin had at fighting back was now gone with one simple word from you and he pulled your panties to the side and pushed a finger into your heat.

Armin curled his finger a few times, hitting that spot inside of you and watching the way your eyebrows furrowed together at how he felt inside of you. He wasn’t working towards a goal, just experimenting with the way you whined and whimpered above him. Your eyes never left his as he pulled his finger from you and brought it to his lips, tasting you.

“I taste good?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you reached down for him, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick.

Armin nodded fervently, moaning slightly as he made sure to get all of you off of his fingers. He couldn’t focus, his mind was hazy and completely clouded with thoughts of you. Fuck he wanted to be inside of you and the “let me” that slipped through his lips in his delirium had your legs starting to shake with anticipation.

You lowered yourself onto him, exhaling heavily as he filled you up, his cock stretching you open. Armin bottomed out with a whimper, his head rolling back against the chair in which he sat. Your legs straddled either side of him, and his hands came up to find your waist, running them over the dips in your hips. He’d wanted this for so long and whenever the thought crossed his mind that “holy fuck, they’re here and I’ve got my hands under their bunched up skirt and they’re looking at me that way”, his dick twitched with anticipation inside you.

With his hesitation gone, Armin started to roll his hips against yours as you rode him, bouncing up and down on him in a circular motion. You took his hands from your waist, bringing them to cup your tits and squeezing slightly. His cheeks flushed red, eyes widening as you brought his hands under your shirt to squeeze the supple flesh. You’d decided against wearing a bra, and that fact didn’t go unnoticed as Armin’s fingers pinched at your nipples, earning him a small moan.

He continued to roll his hips against yours, your lips moving to kiss his neck. Your professor’s whimpers and moans only served to bring you closer as your hips moved up and down over him with more fervor. He tilted his head to the side to give you easier access, his breath picking up.

“Fuck, feels good.” He whimpered into the hair by your ear.

“Yeah?” You breathed against him, rolling your hips. “Y’gonna cum, professor? For me?” You asked as he began to quickly unravel beneath you.

“Y-mhm.” Armin spoke, giving you no warning as he came into you, his hips snapping up abruptly into your g-spot as he rode out his orgasm.

His thrusts began to slow, but you took his jaw in your hand, bringing his attention to you. “I’m not finished yet.” You breathed, picking up your pace against him and rutting your hips forward so the head of his cock hit the spot in you that had your eyes rolling back.

You felt so full and each drag of his cock along your walls had you clenching around him. You brought your lips to his, licking into his mouth as he trembled beneath you, the overstimulation becoming too much. You leaned back, your back forming a pretty little arching as you began to rub your clit, meeting his gaze.

“Professor, do this for me.” You took his shaking hand, unsteady from the overstimulation. “I know you can.” Slowly, you began to use his hand to rub slow circles into your clit, a moan pushing past your lips.

Armin began to moan and whimper, his fingers shaking against your heat as you ground down against him. Your breath left you in shaky whimpers as your eyes found his. You could feel him twitch within you and you whined against his lips.

“Gonna cum again for me, sir?” You asked, earning another nod from Armin, pulling away to steal a peek at his face as he came again, a dry orgasm wracking through his body.

He fell forward, his free hand coming up to grab at anything as euphoria took over him.

“Fuu-uck.” He whined.

His little voice and flushed face as you fucked him through his orgasm threw you over the edge, your body shaking on top of his as your walls clenched around his sensitive cock.

The two of you sat there for a moment, bodies against each other as Armin gently grabbed at you in an attempt to ground himself. You stood up from his lap, adjusting your panties so they rested back over your cunt, stuffed full of his cum.

Your professor sat back in the chair, dumb founded, before tucking himself back into his pants, raking a hand through his hair.

“____? We- uhm I-” He stuttered as you packed your things up, watching the way you wiggled in your skirt, knowing that only minutes earlier you’d been cooing him through an orgasm.  

“Don’t worry professor, I won’t tell if you won’t.”

[majestyeverlasting]

Could you do prompts 43 and 47 with fatws!bucky x reader? Thank you 😊

♡ Sure! Thank you for sending this request in, I appreciate your patience! These are quite the compatible prompts, and I tried my best to approach them in the most unique way I could manage. To give a summary as to what happens: Bucky and the reader attend a banquet in Washington D.C., but it isn't until afterwards that things take a peculiar turn as the result of a forgotten tube of lipstick. There's lots of cute moments and a little bit of a scare (but that's nothing a nice soak won't be able to ease away). Enjoy!

♡ Prompt 43: "Let me help you."

♡ Prompt 47: "Please let me take care of you, you’re bleeding.”

Remember the Good Parts

All around, there was dancing, talking, and laughter. Formality had been abandoned so that inhibitions could be released. The banquet hall of the hotel seemed elegant enough to have been fit for kings and queens. The paneling of the walls were trimmed with gold and each of the round tables were dressed in white cloth, floral centerpieces sitting in the middle. Hanging above it all were the most beautiful chandeliers. The crystals adorning them sparkled as if they were stars stolen from the night sky.

The invitation had been addressed to both you, and Bucky. Upon opening it, you learned that The Smithsonian Institute wanted to express their gratitude to the donors and sponsors who had shown continued support over the years. Especially in light of the new exhibits coming to the National Air and Space Museum. The evening itself was intended to be a time of meaningful dialogue and celebration.

The two of you didn’t hesitate to RSVP. Not only would it make for a well-deserved weekend trip, but was an opportunity to venture back to D.C. after being away from quite some time.

What came as a pleasant surprise that night was the moment in which you managed to coax Bucky up to dance. Not one word of protest escaped him as you led the way to where others had congregated and were moving to the rhythm of the music. A more relaxed song had started flowing throughout the room as the festivities were drawing closer to an end. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled when he placed his hands on your waist, squeezing gently.

“This has been nice,” he said.

You nodded. “It has.”

Part of you still hadn’t gotten over the way he’d cleaned up for the occasion. The dark strands of his hair were getting longer, and he’d gelled them back lightly. And the all black suit he wore made his blue eyes appear even bolder. After the two of you had been swaying for a while, you spoke again, “You know what I think?”

Bucky’s eyes flickered to your lips. You wore a rich, burgundy lipstick that complemented your dress and complexion. “What?” He encouraged.

“We ought to take a nice, warm bath when we get back up to our suite,” you thought aloud. “The tub is worlds bigger than the one we have at home.” Your fingers had begun to gently scratch at the nape of his neck.

He hummed. “That already sounds like a dream.” Then he leaned in to kiss you. It was short and as tender as the music in the air.

The event eventually did wind to its end. A Smithsonian spokesperson went to the main podium and made closing remarks about the importance of living in a way worthy of being remembered. It earned her a hearty round of applause and a few high-pitched whistles. Minutes later, attendees were filing out of the hall in a steady flow, some turning around to capture a final picture of the grandeur space. You and Bucky left right along with them, arms locked.

Nobody else was in the hallway when the two of you exited the elevator onto your floor. It was a long, empty stretch lined with warm lights. Taking advantage of that, you paced a few steps ahead of him and did a twirl as you walked—in a sleek pair of block heels, no less. The bottom of your dress caught the air in a graceful flow. When you looked back at him over your shoulder, he was shaking his head but his eyes were filled with adoration.

The first thing you did upon entering the suiet was go sit on the bed to take your shoes off. But Bucky spoke up, “Let me help you, pretty girl.” So one at a time, you raised your legs for him and watched the careful way he unbuckled your heels.

You smiled when he finished. “Thanks.”

“Mhm.”

That’s when you noticed the faint hint of pigment that your lipstick had left behind on him. “Hey, lean in for a second, Buck.” He obliged without question. You were still sitting on the edge of the bed. “There’s some…” You ran your thumb over his lower lip a few times.

“Lipstick?” He finished.

“Yeah—I got most of it off,” you said.

“It's a nice shade on you, by the way,” he said. "Very classy."

“Isn't it? I bought it a few days ago.” You dug into your purse in search of the tube, but it was gone. “Uh-oh.”

Bucky had begun to take off his suit jacket. “What?”

“I think I set it on the table just before we left the banquet... When I was looking for the card to our room.” A huff of air passed through your lips. “It’s probably been thrown away by now.”

He was quiet for a beat. “Not necessarily,” he said as he walked to hang up the jacket. “I can run back down and see.”

“Do you mind?”

“It’s no trouble,” he assured. “I’ll be right back. And then we can get to that bath you proposed earlier.” The wink he shot you on the way out made you bite back a smile.

I'll be right back, you replayed his words. But it came to the point when he'd been gone longer than what seemed necessary. That prompted you to peek your head out the door. All you were met with was the same long hallway, but with three strangers strolling down it. More time passed, and you found yourself on the bed again, preparing to call him.

A gentle knock on the door broke the stillness.

Bucky stood on the other side, a slender cut running across his left cheek a short ways beneath his eye. It wasn’t too bad, but blood had been drawn nonetheless. Before you could make an exclamation capable of disturbing the other guests, he slipped past you to get into the suite. It wasn’t until the door was closed that you attempted to vocalize the mix of concern and confusion swirling within your mind.

“Bucky!” Your eyes followed him.

“M'fine, doll,” he insisted.

“What in the world happened?” His slight frustration was evident in the way he resumed undressing as if nothing had occurred. “Hold on, baby, wait. Seriously.”

Bucky froze and looked directly into your eyes. You decided to use an even softer tone. “Just… Please let me take care of you, you’re bleeding.” You hoped your gaze was conveying your sincerity. On your way to move closer to him, you grabbed a couple tissues and folded them. A soft exhale left him when you pressed them to the cut, gently applying pressure to stop the bleeding. Neither of you spoke for a while.

Finally, he said, “Two guys brought an outside scuffle into the lobby. Nobody else was stepping in to break it up so I did.”

You lowered the tissues from his face. Due to the accelerated healing rate of his body and the size of the wound, the bleeding had already begun to subside. “And you got cut in the process?”

He nodded. “One of them had something sharp. Didn't really catch what it was,” he recounted. “And I didn’t wanna hurt them, so I couldn’t just flat-out tear them apart from each other.” His voice was low as he continued to speak. “But I was able to get 'em to stop. Some security guards showed up after the fact.”

You shook your head, briefly stepping away to dispose of the tissues. “I wonder why they were fighting in the first place.”

Bucky moved to sit on the bed, shrugging. “I don’t know, but it turns out they know each other pretty well. Apparently they’d just come back from a bar.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

With a small smile on your face, you went to go stand between his legs, looking down at his handsome features. The red cut stood out. "I'm glad it wasn't worse. Are you gonna need Band-Aid or something?"

He chuckled. "I'll live—check this out, though." he dug into his pants pocket and pulled out your lipstick. "Mission accomplished."

"My hero," you teased as you took it from him. There was a comfortable silence for a few beats. "What a night, huh?"

Bucky ran his hands over your hips. "I say we seal it with a good soak and only remember the good parts."

A laugh bubbled up out of you. "Deal," you agreed, starting to undo the buttons of his shirt.

-

Thanks for reading! Masterlist

[ginza-division]

"Security is an illusion. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."

Introduction

Eiji Noguchi is the second member of the Ginza Division rap battle team, Last Judgment. He is often called by his MC name, MC Mogul. A self-made billionaire and tycoon, Eiji is the creator, CEO, and president of the popular social media platform, PROFILE, and its parent company, Sigma Incorporated. By taking over the Internet and transforming social interaction, there is little to nothing now that can stop this wealthy businessman from seeking to spread his influence not only across all of Japan, but also across the entire known world.

Eiji is a man in his late 30s, though, by the lines on his face, he may seem to be a bit older. He is in shape, despite not having any noticeable muscles and being very slim. He has jet-black hair that is in a mohawk style. He also has a full-grown beard and a trimmed mustache that is the same color. He has gray eyes, which most of the time seem slanted, making him look tired when truly he is as alert as can be. His most interesting feature is that he has a prosthetic left leg, which he lost during a car accident.

At work, he is typically seen wearing business suits. His trademark suit consists of a white buttoned-down dress shirt, a red striped tie, and a dark blue suit jacket with matching dress pants that are secured with a black belt with a silver belt buckle. He also has a gray skull charm on the right collar of his suit jacket. Finally, he wears a pair of black dress shoes with matching-colored dress socks.

Name Meanings

Eiji (永 治) - 永 meaning 'forever and ever'. / 治 meaning 'govern'.

Noguchi (野 口) - 野 meaning 'field'. / 口 meaning 'mouth'.

Aliases

Daddy/Dad - His children

Mr. Eiji - His employees

"Mr. Profile"

"The 9th Most Powerful Person in the World"

Biographical Info

Gender - Male

Age - 38

Birthday - February 4th

Ethnicity - Japanese

Hair Color - Jet Black

Eye Color - Gray

Height - 170 cm/ 5'7

Weight - 70 kg/ 154 lb.

Piercings - A loop earring in both ear lobes.

Markings - N/A

Family - Mother

- Father

- Older Sister

- Younger Sister

- Wife

- Son

- Daughter

- Youngest Daughter

Voiced By - TWIGY (Rapping)

Fun Facts

MC Name - MC Mogul

Occupation - CEO/President

Division - Ginza

Position - Second Member

Favorite Food - BBQ Steak

Least Favorite Food - Fried Fish

Likes - Money, being in control, PROFILE, social media, video games, his family, conspiracy theories, technology, coffee, heights, cigarettes, the future, advancing the world through technology

Dislikes - Lack of sleep, headaches, smoker's cough, people who blame their problems on technology, minuscule things, his time being wasted, aches and pains in his left leg, his youngest daughter's sickness

Hypnosis Microphone

Eiji's Microphone is an iPhone with a gold metallic covering. On the back of the phone, a pink diamond is embedded in the center.

His Speaker takes the form of three emojis: 'Happy', 'Sad', and 'Angry'. All three revolve around in a circle. The speakers are inside the emojis' mouths.

His rap ability, Firewall, allows Eiji to raise a defensive barrier around himself and his teammates, protecting them from most attacks. He can keep this up as long as he wishes, but the more he does, the more stamina he uses up.

Eiji's rap themes revolve around his social media platform. He also tends to rap about how the world is continuing to evolve, and that humanity must evolve along with it. Those that refuse to do so will be left behind. He also uses a lot of business sense in his rhymes, talking about money and success.

Personality

An astute businessman with a love for technology and science, Eiji is a man who firmly believes that the future of the world lies in technology. He believes that in the future, mankind will soon leave the real world behind and spend the majority of their lives in cyberspace, where they will be free to do anything they please. 'The only limitation we will have will be our own imaginations,' he is often quoted as saying. It was for this reason that he created PROFILE, a social media platform that has quickly taken the entire world by storm and placed him in the media's eye.

He cares for PROFILE very much, considering it his brainchild which caused him to become the businessman he is today. With ingenuity, hard work, and a little bit of luck, he was able to cause PROFILE to become the most popular and most talked about social media site in the world, which allows people to show off their private, and not-so-private, everyday lives. From Kaiji Sano's cosplay pictures, to 86's most impressive performances, to "The Valkyrie's" recent fights and knockouts, to even Lola Takahashi's alleged sex tape.

Eiji knows that there are people out there who use PROFILE for not what it was intended for. However, he believes the blame falls on their shoulders, not his.

It's unknown what caused Eiji's love of technology to appear. Some believe that it may have had something to do with the accident that caused him to lose his entire left leg. Others believe that he was just blessed with an incredible mind to see and understand the workings of electronics. However, those in the know, know that the real reason is due to the sickness his youngest daughter was plagued with at birth. He hopes to someday find a successful cure for her condition, which is why he works so hard.

Besides that, Eiji is known to be very straightforward and is quick to get straight to the point, which he also encourages others to do. He is a good businessman and employer, and has a good understanding of business, being able to read between the lines and understand what a person is actually trying to say. He is also a firm believer in the phrase, 'Time is money,' and lives heavily by that quote, refusing to do anything that would cause him not to increase his bank account. He believes heavily in the power of money and knows that the more a person has, the more influence they carry.

Aside from that, Eiji is also known to be a good family man at heart, loving and caring dearly for the people close to him in his life. He loves his wife and children immensely, is thankful to his parents for raising him, and appreciates the support his sisters give him. 'They are the reason why I work so hard, and the reason for why I do what I do,' he once stated in an interview. 'They remain my biggest supporters, and without them, I'd be nowhere.'

Background

Coming in a separate post.

Trivia

His HypMic is a Falcon Supernova iPhone 6 Pink Diamond, the most expensive iPhone on the market today.

His birthday is the same day that Facebook was created.

He has met and spoken with Otome Tohoten on a number of occasions. What exactly they speak about is unknown, but it may have something to do with his social media site, seeing as how even the Prime Minister of Japan has one, though it is blocked to the general public.

He has reportedly donated millions of dollars to technologists and scientists, making him well-liked among the science community.

He is good friends with Misa Arakawa of Koto. Rumors spread that Sigma Inc. and Arakawa Industries may enter a partnership with each other sometime next year.

His favorite brand of cigarettes is Lucky Strike.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Oh god there’s so much to unpack with the costumes and colours this episode...I might have to divide it into two separate posts, one for just the green stuff and one for all the other colours.

But for now, as an example, take these two scenes. It seems like Aof has tried to get some red and blue in a lot of scenes...as well as the dreaded green.

At the market, Pran is in a blue t-shirt, the seller has a blue shirt on, and Pat has blue on his shirt. There are two or three people in the background in red tops (this is just one), the seller has red pants, and Pat and Pran mess about with the red tomatoes. Pran also has a green shirt over his blue t-shirt, Pat has green palm leaves on his shirt and green trim on his bag (not seen here), and the seller has green (with a bit of red) on the headscarf...not to mention all the green vegetables.

With the journey to the market, Pat and Pran have the same as I’ve mentioned above but Junior also has a blue t-shirt on (maybe as a symbol of Pat reaching closer to Pran...or Pran slowly allowing him in) whereas Tong has a scarf with a lot of red as well as a bit of green.

And one thing on my green=bad theory... When I saw this scene below in the episode 7 preview I got confused...maybe my theory doesn’t stand, because Pat and Pran are looking very happy here even though Pat in in green...???

BUT then someone reminded me of this below in the trailer and I’m right back on my beware of green clothes soapbox. What has happened between the above and below? (of course, there’s no indication of order of events...or even if they are the same scene...but still...).