#almost impossible to color tho

[marsmaximoff]

🪩; club pentagon 𖦹₊⋆☾

content warning: ‘long haired’ fem!reader. suggestive. drugs, alcohol.

word count: 1.4k 💜

author’s note: y’all idk what’s happening to me. like i swear when i watched the show i didn’t care about him. in fact i didn’t even like him. and now i can’t stop thinking about his hot face and hands 😔 expect more fics to come cause i’m going crazy. btw, i apologize for the possible mistakes as english is my third language. enjoy <3!

divider by @strangergraphics <3

the colorful lights create a shiny veil over the club. the music reverberating throughout the place, accompanied by loud, excited screams and intoxicated voices, acts as a barrier to the real world.

while i wait for my friend to come back from the bathroom, a guy catches my eye, separated from the rest, in a corner. he must be around my age, a bit older. and i don’t know what it is exactly, but something immediately lures me in. something about his aura, his vibe.... maybe it’s the dark hair, or the tattoos on his arm, the way he’s talking to the man next to him like he’s important... 

he looks hot. and like a total dick too. 

“you like him?” your friend inquires cheekily, noticing your stare. “i haven’t seen him before.” you don’t forget someone like him. his tall frame and dark clothes adding to the arousing pull i’m feeling. “he’s the reason we’re here. i found the club through him; he promotes it.” “do you know him?” there’s a growing curiosity inside of me, to know more, “not at all”, to get closer. “he looks like a playboy,” she declares, to which i can only agree. “an attractive one, tho.”

on cue, as if he had heard us -impossible given the distance- he takes his eyes from that man and locks his gaze on mine, sending a flutter through my stomach. but i don’t shy away, seeing his eyes go down my body, checking me out, unashamedly. a hussy grin accompanies the action while i keep the intense eye contact going for some time before turning around and heading back to the dance floor. as i do, i feel his gaze slide over my body and smile to myself, satisfied, trying to sensualize my walk a bit.

the night continues as usual: drinks, dancing, some flirting here and there, all that still carrying a boost of confidence from that previous interaction. 

eventually, i take a break sitting by the counter, and almost in no time, a smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and something else surrounds me. 

“hey” he speaks with confidence and a certain ego; the grin is back where it had been before. he leans on the bar and studies me, daringly, carefully. that seems to fuel my boldness, because my hand moves almost instantly towards his face, slowly. he doesn’t back away or stop me; he doesn’t even flinch. i gather the remaining white powder from the warm skin right over his upper lip with a finger and lower it, showing it to him. “oops, my bad,” he says playfully while grabbing my wrist. then, he brings it to his mouth and licks it off my fingertip without one of us breaking eye contact for a single second. holy. fuck. afterwards, he laughs softly, my heart rate going crazy, “want some? i only have the best.” i shake my head, choosing to keep my drifting lucidity. 

my gaze travels down his body until reaching his tattooed arm. “you like ‘em?” “i dont see many people around who have them” “yeah…bunch of pussies. these didnt hurt at all, you know.” the smugness of his words an obvious sign of his eagerness to impress. “you got more?” “oohh, someone’s interested…” i scoff finding his teasing annoying, yet unable to deny the way i have to press my lips together to hold back a smile. “i love tattoos” “yeah? wanna touch?” his comments come off so nonchalantly, flirting a natural habit of his. “i mean, you've already gone for my mouth...” his voice lowers a bit, having the clearly much-expected effect on me, and i give in, my yearning taking my fingers to his arm. the smooth and steamy flesh welcomes me with a satisfying shiver, and the hitch of his breath makes me slow down, caressing softly, seductively. 

i don't know if he's trying to contain himself, or enjoying it too much, but i see him biting his lip, and it feels so good to find a tiny crack in his confident facade, the growing heat in my belly seconding it. the initial trace of ink becomes a search of his now more prominent veins, up and down. “i like how it looks.” i give him a final graze, but this time it’s my hand that strokes his arm all the way down his slender, ring-adorned fingers which i hold and toy with before letting go to replace them with my drink, leaving him all greedy for more. his skin on fire. 

he’s affected now, trying to break the spell, attempting to somehow regain control while his breathing’s all over the place. cute. 

the drink sugars my senses, but it’s not nearly as sweet as the feel of him. 

“you like the club?” he goes back to his usual self, his comfort zone, something he can proudly show off. “yeah, i like the ambience”  “i can show you around…this place’s my second home.” i know what he's doing, using an excuse to move this somewhere quieter, more private, more comfortable…. but i decide to play a bit with him. “i don’t know… i'm really enjoying this area.” he smirks, “and it only gets better, we don't leave the best within reach of just anyone”, getting closer. “so you’re saying you'll make it worth my time?” he pokes his cheek with his tongue, turning me on even more. fucking tease. “in fact you'll regret it if you don't come.”  “mmm…im not sure…maybe i need a preview….” his face is mere millimeters from mine, giving me a perfect view of the mischievous look that takes over his. then, he grabs a small bag from his pocket -more white powder- and pushes my hair away from my shoulder, the contact leaving goosebumps everywhere. when the bareness pleases him, an unfamiliar feeling covers my skin. and then i realize, he’s pouring it on me. jesus christ. he leaves a shivery trail up to my neck, molding it to get a perfect line. his hot breath is getting me dizzy, his hand enveloping the other side of my neck, his allure a dangerous mix with the alcohol. he snorts the line in one, the tip of his nose tickling my burning skin. “yesss, shit baby”, he groans huskily underneath my ear, adding a bit of pressure with his hand, and i feel my wetness starting to become uncomfortable. 

he’s laughing when he pulls back, “how’s that for a preview?”, finishing rubbing the remains of his nose. but i can only focus on his fingers, fuck. i need more. “not bad” i try so hard to think of something witty, flirty, to keep the back and forth going, but i can’t. my brain is foggy, my body is flaming, and my belly is killing me with all those damn backflips. “not bad? that’s not nice of you….imma have to do something about that attitude of yours…” i stand up from the stool, suddenly desperate to get out of there. “maybe i do need that tour, a change from the loud music and everything” god i’ve truly become pathetic. and it seems to amuse him, “yeah? i thought you liked the ambience here….” “and i thought you said you’d make it worth my time” i make him smirk again, what a damn sight, and before i know it he’s taking me who knows where.

the moment the door closes behind us, my back is pushed to the wall, his arms caging me. this time, his eyes stay on my lips while he bites his. “fuck, you’re so hot” i can’t hold it anymore. the praise gets to him and makes him snap, harshly pressing our mouths together. the kiss is rough, desperate, as if we were running out of time. i let out a muffled moan as he brings me closer to his warm body and slides one hand towards my neck, adding some pressure. i’ve never had such a messy, intense kiss before, it makes my legs weak. he keeps asserting dominance the whole time, and bites my lip before pulling back and heading towards my neck. 

my moans get louder as i feel him leaving hickeys all over my skin. “it’s namgyu”, he corrects me, hovering over my flesh. but the blood is already pounding in my ears. “huh?” 

 “i want you to know what to moan”

[signanothername]

within colors group (delta and epic) who do you think is the strongest and weakest magically/physically?

Ooohhhh ok that’s a good question but also a bit of a hard one to answer

Imma treat physically and magically as two completely different things cause I believe that it’s more fitting for the group

Ok physically i’d say Delta’s the strongest, cause unlike Color and Epic who mostly use their long ranged magic in combat, Delta is a close combat kinda guy every time he fights, so his body had definitely adapted to that close combat style, this bitch has bones of steel

But it also raises the question, Epic had to endure over 20 years of fighting in his nightmares cause of his eye, which had him endure the pain inflected upon him in those nightmares in which it felt “so real” to him, so would that make him physically strong or simply give him the experience/endurance and speed to dodge? I honestly don’t know hcchhvhvvh

I’d say Color would be the weakest physically, his body is already a bit unstable/ fragile after absorbing the 6 souls, he can easily be injured and it can be extremely debilitating for him if he did, so Color mostly keeps distance when he fights

Magic wise tho Color would be the strongest, he absorbed the 6 souls after all, his magic can be extremely powerful, and while that comes with the downside of not being able to use it however he pleases (cause again, his body is fragile and can’t handle such power), Color is smart and he definitely knows how to keep balance of his powers for as long as he possibly can

I honestly don’t know who’d be the weakest, considering both Epic and Delta have powerful magic, Delta has the bravery human soul infused within him and Epic has his artificial glowing eye, both give them extreme advantage magic wise

Delta’s magic is powerful but i’d say that his creativity when using his magic combined with his bravery and close combat skills is what makes Delta a very powerful opponent

Epic has the advantage of being basically invincible and it’s pretty much impossible for him to die cause his eye has the power to regenerate him, as well as the fact it makes it so it learns and grows stronger each time Epic fights (which he’d been doing for 20 years in his head) so Epic’s abilities can grow to become something more

So does that mean Epic’s eye give him the advantage magic wise and might make him more powerful than Delta? Maybe, but would his ever growing magic actually reach a point in which he’s actually more powerful than a monster who’s infused with a human soul? Idk

But i’d say both Epic and Delta are almost on the same level magic wise, or if they are different the difference is too small to be of any significance

Anyway i love this trio so much your honor <33333

[cheriemariii]

part 4/5 of the sihjr yuri au look book who cheered (3)

onodera

-pretty princess 🫶 (26 y.o adult woman with 97 mental illnesses )

-fem ritsu would be the most feminine woman on earth i accept no buts on this

-very deceiving too… like yes shes so dainty and cute and put together….. and is either gonna kill someone (takano) or herself at the minor inconvenience…….

-and its like a prefect balance between cute and comfy, which is about the only balance that has ever existed in her life xd

-i feel like it even goes great in contrast with takanos dark, soulless look,, kinda like kuromi and my melody if they were insufferable

-anyways,,,, things have to be going *very* badly for you to see her with pants (by which i mean a dirty pair of sweatpants she hasn’t taken off in days. very bad).

-so it is a skirt or a dress about 99% of the time; she just really likes the look and the ones she owns are flow-y and very comfy. its always with thighs, and either maxi or midi, she doesnt have the guts to wear a mini skirt (and it doesn’t really go with her style either so )

-she also really likes fluffy sweaters and cardigans !! she can get really chilly at times and likes feeling warm ☺️

-does own dark clothing but it might be more likely to see a cow flying than to see her using it (it is reserved for VERY serious occasions)

-so her usual wardrobe is all light, bright colors, mainly pastels (pink!!!! specially) and the occasional neutral color here and there for an adequate palette

-also she looooooves florals, either delicate patterns or more elaborate ones. most of her prettiest, most appreciated clothing has this sort of *prairie fairy* feeling to it that she cant help but unconsciously love.

-at times, usually in more formal settings, her style its very clearly influenced by the “rich snooty lady” figure her mother embodies. its definitely never intentional but its there

-according to yoshino chiaki no baai volume one, chapter 8(?): ritsu onodera has the body of a model. that is shes tall (almost as tall as takano, which actually translates to very tall) and has a quite delicate figure, with long ass legs and an almost perfect chest-waist-hips ratio (whatever that means). how she keeps this body despite her terrible habits remains a mystery to this day

-her hair is long LONG, it practically reaches her butt at this point and it is annoying as fuck but she will still not cut it off. she tries her best to take care of it tho, like keeping it in a braid during hell week and using all these hair products she doesn’t actually know how to use. and it pays off, her hair is actually very pretty and surprisingly strong for someone running on the basal nutrient intake

-also her hair being so long actually has an explanation: she used to have very short hair during high school (according to her mother, it gave a dainty, clean look; whereas longer hair was more prone to get messy). ritsu keeps this look when she moves to england at first, but a combination of nao’s influence and having less and less time to go to the hairdresser result in her growing her hair more and more. also, ever heard of that “hair holds memories” thing? well she herself wouldnt consider herself superstitious enough to believe it, but maybe there is some truth to it………

kisa

-she strikes me as that kind of adult whose parents didnt spoil them much with toys and such growing up, so now that they earn money of their own that they can spend however they please they will buy whatever silly childish thing they like. and it very clearly translates into her clothing.

-she would love sanrio (or whatever in-universe version of sanrio exists here). most of her belongings have an in-universe cinnamoroll or hello kitty plastered on them; and maybe she has this ominous plushy collection in her room that yukina is very freaked out by every time she stays for the night, bc she knows its impossible for those things to be staring right at her soul but it feels like it somehow??????????

-deep inside she would love to go full harajuku or smth but she has to keep it relatively simple bc she is a serious adult before anything u_u

-but like yeah, most of the time we’re talking colorful clothing, cutesy patterns, patches, keychains, this or that silly print, that sort of thing.

-(that hoodie with bunny ears yukina gets kisa at some point for his birthday ????? f! kisa wouldve ATE that,,)

-also most of her clothing is either rather fluffy or frilly, or it looks quite big on her, which rather unintentionally contributes to kisa looking half her age.

-speaking of which, she is also veeeery small. only like 3 cm taller than misaki, thats how badly it gets.

-and her somewhat plump figure, round face and huge eyes dont help her case in the slightest either,,

-AND TO MAKES MATTERS WORSE she has that fuckass bob with the bangs look that kinda resembles the bowl cut every other child gets at some point (except it actually looks cool on her).

-she also really likes styling it, either putting it in ponytails, braids, or spiky buns (about as much as she can do with hair so short), or with tiny bows or clips.

yoshino

-her ass does NOT give a fuck kdhfjkshfjafjd

-and its so funny bc you have hatori being so insufferably neat with her work clothes, and then yuu being so delicate in confectioning a cool outfit everyday, and then you have… this

-IF she does get dressed (the very rare instances where she is going outside and when her assistants come by (for the sake of basic decency), except sometimes things get so bad she straight up doesnt even try then,,) it literally is the first shirt (or sweatshirt if its cold) and pair of jeans she found in her closet.

-so she dresses like a teenage boy. both because she doesnt pay much detail to her looks (as your average teenage boy would) and because a good amount of her clothing DOES come from the boys section and it fits just fine and hatori is sooooo freaked out by this fact

-this also leaves implied that she is the least feminine person to have ever walked on earth. you know she hated being stuffed into that dress at that new years party…….

-and she does have like one or two nice outfits or smth, but those are reserved for VERY special occasions

-so whenever she is home alone she is on her pajamas. by which i mean the weebest t-shirt ever, about five sizes too big, that she got super cheap on a convention or something; pajama pants tori got for her on discount after finding out chiaki only slept with a shirt on (if anything) and that, despite being the smallest size available, still needs to be cinched to the waist with an old shoelace; and the ugliest pair of fluffy socks you have ever seen in your life.

-she is about one (1) cm taller than average, which was like a hugeeee deal for her as a teenager until tori grew a lot taller than that

-and, just like canon, she is worryingly skinny, and her being a little taller than average only punctuates it more. currently it fluctuates in a 40-45 kg range, but back when she first began publishing things could get so bad she made it to almost 30 once (and didn't succumb to an hypoglycemic shock somehow)

-she goes around life with nothing more than the bare minimum amount of muscle and fat a person can have,,,, and like its not like she NEEDS to be a baddie herself or anything,,,,, but seeing hatori maintain such a soft, beautiful figure like its nothing to her,,,,, idk it makes her feel some sort of way,,,,,, (no chiaki, that demon ur fighting is not envy, its bisexuality. its ok, embrace it)

-she very rarely styles her hair in any way bc she is too lazy to do it and also genuinely likes how she looks with her hair down. the only exceptions are her silly little braids for when she is about to sleep so it doesnt become a tangled mess later (bc GOD tori gets mean when combing her hair…)

yokozawa

-you see how a huge part of yokozawas character is that he is like very intimidating, right? well, f! yokozawa definitely follows that same logic, and for some reason few things are more intimidating to a lot of people than a woman thats very masculine…..

-funny thing is that, yes she is masculine but its not like anything that goes too hard or scary??? she literally dresses like someones dad (and since this is a woman were talking about, thats actually hot as fuck)

-and like perhaps at some point in her existence she did try be more feminine bc ~societal acceptation~ or whatever, but it went bad, VERY bad💀 just know the moment kirishima finds photos of those dark times it is soooooo over for her

-anyways,, similarly to hatori, the work suit is the most common thing you see her with on a daily basis. Very similar composition too, changing the skirt for pants, the heels for black oxford shoes, and adding a tie (ugly, to keep it close to canon).

-often dresses in dark or rather muted colors, with very simplistic patterns if any. it makes a nice contrast with kirishimas pseudo clowncore :D 

-also reallyyyy likes sweaters, and often wears them on more casual settings

-doesnt like tight clothing, but a lot of her stuff end up fitting a little funny, bc it's either that or having cartoonishly big and funky clothes (and its not like suuuuper uncomfortable and fabric streches over time so…). shes not like a fan of this but it is SO hot???

-the tallest bottom in this thing, no questions asked. She literally is like only a couple centimeters shorter than Nowaki

-and on that same vein, yokozawa also has a rather muscular build, although hers it's a bit less robust than nowakis? to make a very silly comparison, think of nowakis like sevika (my wife) or ambessa from arcane, while yokozawas is vi from arcane, but tall.

-so this tall + sturdy combo, plus her constant resting bitch face she always had on gave her a rather hard time in her youth, bc everyone seemed terrified of her and did not care one bit to hide it. But eventually she learns to embrace it, maybe even use it in her favor :)

-hair straight and to the shoulder, which she usually styles on a half ponytail bc it's kinda the easiest thing for her (or so she says. The real reason is that she hates how she looks with her hair all pulled to the back. She doesn't even look bad in the slightest, but she has a lot of complexes, as you'd expect from someone so constantly judged by their appearance u_u)

-so she only puts her hair back in like a ponytail or a bun when she's completely alone, and even then it's not like she is very neat about it, since its just to keep the hair out of the way,,

-kirishima usually jokes about how amazing it is that someone that can't even get a ponytail right for themselves (AS IF SHE HAD ANY RIGHT TO TALK LMAOOOO) can make such pretty, sometimes even complicated, hairstyles for hiyori

-and like I did try to design her with short hair but for some reason nothing really convinced me 😭 and also I'm afraid to say that long haired mascs solo so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[bbonnenuit]

The Smiths.

notes: chrollo is yandere, although the fic is lighthearted. the biggest warning is the fact that chrollo looks like he'd listen to the smiths /j, another bigger warning is that reader is an avid the smiths hater. im not tho, all for fun. female reader.

 “Daydreaming again, I see?”

   It would be a lie to say that Chrollo’s voice isn’t at the slightest bit pleasant to hear. It’s soft and smooth, but accompanied with a confident low timbre that you think might be the source of it’s charm. 

   You often wish you both don’t share a language to speak over, so whatever he speaks would be foreign yet pleasant gibberish in your ears. And maybe you’d be able to close your eyes and sleep. You’d be able to treat him as the background noise of some radio host talking about something as mundane as today’s newest dramas. 

  You don’t find the need to chase the impossible ideal this time. One doesn’t need to be a linguist expert in order to know no malice or warning is present in his voice, though one might need a bachelor’s degree and over four decades of experience in psychology to know he truly means nothing behind his calm demeanor. 

   You sign yourself to a fate you’re unsure of, and though it’s foolish, there’s nothing you can do anyway. You’re stuck with him, in a moving four-wheeled compartment, that’s also stuck in traffic. 

   “The music’s good.” Is all you say, and he hums in understanding. 

     Silence falls over the two of you again.

   You almost brought back the colorful reverie you were in before he decided to interject, until he reached for his phone to change the music. Oh, bluetooth, the convenient technology you are. His phone is located on the right of his steering wheel, far away from your reach. If he had reached for the audio system you would’ve been (maybe) able to slap his hand away. 

   “Hm, I’d rather you pay attention to me.” The lilt in his voice is unmistakable. And you almost gag, was that an attempt in flirting? Blegh.  

   “I’ll just stare at the cars,” Headlights and astigmatism can make a good duo, you remind yourself. 

   Chrollo hums again, You can almost laugh, so being stuck in your own daydreams and practically doing nothing is unacceptable, but staring at cars is alright? 

  You stare at a car, observing the way the light that emits from it’s headlights become blurry in your sights, they almost take shape of stars in your opinion. 

   So you set your sights on a particularly small black car in front of you, must be a Toyota or Avanza or something. You can’t tell, it’s got four wheels and headlights, so it’s a car. You could care less about what it is. That is why you weren’t all so interested when Chrollo took you a look into his….Rolls… Rolls what? Oh, right, Rolls Royce. It’s a fancy one, you can tell. He was exuding quite an air of importance when he was leading you towards the high-end vehicle located in the restaurant’s parking lot, there were some on-lookers around that spot that expressed interest at the car. It means something when even people of the middle-upper class are showing interest.

   Whatever ego that had probably swelled within Chrollo must’ve popped like a balloon, or so you hope, because you did nothing more than give him a thumbs up before letting yourself in the passenger’s seat. You also didn’t miss the way he was preparing to tell you about the car’s compartments and specialties that made it cost years of labor. Ah, you’re certain he didn’t gain this vehicle from labor, though. 

   Fancy car or not, everyone’s equally stuck in this traffic. 

   Fancy car or not, doesn’t determine that the song played inside the compartment is free from your judgment or not.

   “What song is this? You ask, although you know the answer. You somehow need an assurance that he is lucid. 

   “Please, please, please, by The Smiths.” He says, pleasant with his song of choice. 

   What an ironic song and artist of choice. 

    It’s harder to hide in a cackle than a scowl, you’d almost forgotten. Any voice you let out threatens to come out as sharp laughter and any breathe you intake threatens to become a wheeze. You could hardly contain yourself. 

   “Oh…” Is all you say before pausing, afraid anything else you will say will turn into a rowdy session of laughter. Unsure if you should speak further or not. But the inquisitive look he offers you somehow serves as a push rather than something that usually wants you to further seal your lips shut in fear you would say the wrong thing and earn his silent ire. It’s far, far harder to hide a cackle than a scowl, but months of training yourself to hide certain expressions whenever Chrollo is around has paid off. “What about Frank Sinatra?” 

 Chrollo smiles. Is he delighted that you find interest in one of his favorite artists? Though he’s never said it outloud, every long night drive has its silence filled with at least one Frank Sinatra song. 

   “Would you rather I change the song, dear?” He offers. And you would say yes, but this is one of the rare, rare moments where you are given the opportunity to take a jab at him. Although it’s nothing as deadly as anything a leader of the Phantom Troupe has faced, you won’t kill him or even hurt him for very long. But you are willing to do anything, at this point. 

   You feign the most pleasant voice you can muster, “Hm… That’s not really what I meant. I just didn’t think you’d listen to The Smiths.” 

   He lets out a small laugh, “Really? I have always listened to older songs around you, I suppose. I wouldn't say I like it… Hm, but it’s an interesting band.”

   So he does like it! 

   “Why do you think so?” You inquire further before adding, “Do you like this song a lot?”

   “Are you intending to interview me, (Name)?” Chrollo cocks his eyebrow, but it is only meant to tease you. 

  “Must’ve picked it up from someone.” A relentless pursuit, you press on further, “Okay though, but answer my question.” 

   Silence falls over him, as if he were in his own state of thinking so deeply, but you know it’s mainly a pretense. Whatever he wishes to say after, you know it must’ve been something he had thought of before. In any other situation, this silence often serves as to let a dreadful situation simmer in your mind.  But this time… Ah, you’re quite unsure. 

  Chrollo finally speaks,  “I’ll answer you of course.” The smile he gives you is anything but nice when you are very much aware of the condemnation those same lips bring you, “On the condition you’d kiss me after.”

  “Okay.” To his surprise, you agreed rather quickly. If that’s the sacrifice you need to make, then so be it. A kiss to soothe his soon-to-be sour, scorned face!

  He is satisfied, you can tell. He puts his elbow against the steering wheel, resting his face against his palm. “I don’t know why you’re suddenly interested, whatever designs you have in your head… Hm, I’ll know of it soon.” 

   No one fucking asked damn. You internally deadpanned, impatience is gnawing at your throat. He reminds you of how you’d write your essays when you have to reach a certain minimum word count by relentlessly dragging around a topic and beating around a bush so much that you end up writing a novel rather than an assignment. Ah… To make him anything alike to you doesn’t sound very right. Whatever, you digress. 

   Chrollo finally, finally starts. And you’re excited, elated, jovial- ah every synonym of the word happiness comes into mind. You can put any thesaurus at shame by now. “I remember the first time we met, you called me something of a hopeless romantic. At that time, I had only laughed because I found the sentiment rather off. Such nonsense. Me? An idealist of love? Love has always been a tool for me. You could only dream.”

   You cut to the chase,“Mhm, although you’ve found a contradiction because you actually enjoy those sappy songs right? Okay, what’s next?” 

   “You know me very well (You smile, excited). But that's not all (you frown, deflated).” Sweet, saccharine drips off of his voice. “I’ve never paid attention to such things, not for myself at least. I don’t ‘relate’ to those kinds of songs. But ever since I met you, it felt as if the world had shifted for me.” 

  He doesn’t stop, and for once you are glad he isn't, “My world has shifted and taken a hole in itself, one that has been carved into the shape of you.” 

  It is interesting how he is able to muse so freely about you, in front of you. Where is the shame and decorum?

   “And I do quite like this song, in all honesty.” His gaze meets yours, and grey eyes bore into your soul. “It really does remind me of the one I love so dearly.” 

   Please, please, please, let me get what I want… Those lyrics loop in your head over and over again. You should be sick with the abundance of affection he has for you that makes you seethe. And you would claw at the leather seats, avert your gaze, and try to block him out as much as you can. But tonight, you feel fucking amazing. 

  You can barely handle it. 

   “Dude, come on,” Your voice is off by an octave and you swear you can burst. Chrollo on the other hand finds satisfaction melting off of his face over the term being used to refer to him, outright calling him a bastard or a monster might be better. You make it a mental note to call him ‘dude’ more. “The Smiths is for losers.” 

   …

   “Pardon?’ 

   “The Smiths is for losers.” You repeat yourself before adding, “It’s for guys who can’t get any, for guys who waddle in sadness for something they can’t get, guys who are always up their own ass. Condescending guys who are secretly insecure, manipulative guys, guys who play guitar and get sad then do weed…” You are kind enough to give a long-winded further explanation.  Chrollo does not share the same sentiment. 

  Chrollo’s countenance seems unchanging at first, but it is not a waste, for you saw a split second of confusion, then something of offense written on his face before it smoothes out into the uncannily still expression he always wears. His lips open, then close, as if he’s mulling over an answer.

   “Are you insinuating I am that type of person, dearest?’ 

   "I mean if the shoe fits...? Well, what do you think?"

    He sighs like it’s obvious,  “That you made the wrong accusation over baseless data.” 

    “I’m not accusing you of anything!” You hold your hands up in mock defense, “Just telling you something everyone kind of agrees on. Things don’t have to be written in numbers or books… Sometimes it’s just a consensus. Everyone and their mom agrees on it."

   You are relentless tonight, so you continue again though Chrollo prompts nothing from your newfound talkative nature tonight, something you’re sure he would actually love in a different situation. 

   “These are the kind of guys girls avoid you know? People call it something of a warning. Like, ‘avoid guys who listen to The Smiths’.  I don’t mean to generalize or anything, but guys who listen to songs like that don’t end up to be very well in the head. And I also don’t mean to believe rumors but… Well…” You cough awkwardly, but it’s meant to deliver an unspoken message you know will only further test his ire. But you think you have had enough fun for tonight, you don’t wish to turn the night sour for you after all.

   …Or so you thought. 

   “So I’m just trying to say that you should treat me a little better, you know what I mean? I’m putting up with a lot” Everything you say here are meant to be a 50% insult, 30% jab, and 20% jokes. But the last thing you said, you can’t lie and say that you hope he’d take further thought on that. You yearn to hopefully be able to get out of the hotel room that serves as your grandiose cage more, and when you do, you aren’t being watched by an unknown amount of eyes that you know trail on to you by the shadows. That is all you wish for, really. That is to say, you can only wonder what his standards are for ‘treating you better’. 

   Ah, the smile he has on his face is different from before. This one is a sign that your fun is coming to a quick halt. 

   “So that’s what you’re getting at? Resourceful little minx you are.” 

   Why is he sounding so delighted over your insults, is he a masochist? Is he stupid? It’s your turn to cock your eyebrow. 

  “Have you enticed me in this long-winded conversation simply because you wanted to be treated a little better? And the way you had agreed so quickly to that kiss… " He puts a hand to his chest, a mockery of an apology. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to be so blind to your need for affection. You've gone through lengths to communicate your need, I'm very grateful."

  You let out a humorless laugh, “Pardon?” He is just truly-! Argh, whatever! “Did you not hear anything else I said?” You make sure to enunciate your words properly, afraid he might have some sort of hearing problems, well he does and you’re certain it has a name. What was it again? Oh right, an unfortunate combination of delusion and selective hearing… 

  “I know you tend to turn a little childish when you can’t get what you want. That’s not a quality many men like either. So, be a little kinder to me, won’t you?” 

  “Women don’t usually like mass murderers either. Anyone in their right mind, actually.”

   He hums, “That orange container of pills by your nightstand says otherwise. Not the best defense, try again?” 

   “You'd have some too, you just don't have any because you don't go to therapy."

   “Hm, keeping up that attitude won’t make me kiss you any sooner.” 

   “Then I’ll gladly keep this attitude!” 

   Unfortunately you don’t. You’re angry enough to have the energy to spew a million insults at lightspeed against him, but too angry to form a coherent thought that you’re certain would give him a decent jab. And to be frank, you’re rather spent. When you (reluctantly) asked Chrollo what time it was, thankfully he gave you a proper response. A quick tap of his phone showed that it was two and a half hours above your usual bedtime. The clothes you have aren’t the most comfortable either, while it’s not short they certainly expose areas where the wind would have too much fun dancing over. 

   Traffic is clearing as you can see the hotel you are both staying in come into view. You relax at the sight. You can almost feel the warm bath you will be soaking yourself in, what scent will you choose tonight? Rosemary, lavender… Ah, you can smell them already. You prompt to close your eyes for a moment of rest, but you find yourself sleeping on the rest of the way back.

   You feel fingers combing your locks stirring you awake, they’re Chrollo’s, obviously. Although you are half conscious, you recognize that scent of sandalwood and amber anywhere, as much as you’re ashamed to admit it. 

  “Do you want me to carry you?” Chrollo asks, and you murmur something in between a noise of annoyance and a ‘no’. He chuckles at this sight. “Alright then.” 

   He gives a soft peck on your lips, it’s warm. You almost lean in when the warmth of his lips leave yours, this half-conscious state gives him a moment of your vulnerability he has set his eyes on,�� the one he relentlessly pursues after so much. But you know that even when he has a grasp at your vulnerability, it won’t stop him from digging for more. Greedy, ruthless man that he is, he will never stop. 

  “You are absolutely precious, you know that? Even if your mouth tends to run without care” Is that condescension or admiration in his voice? Pity, you can’t tell in the state you are in. You’re drunk from the lack of sleep and the future victory you have in mind. 

  “Before I answer that…” Your voice is barely above a whisper, Chrollo merrily leans in closer to hear you. Your lips ghost by the shell of his ear… 

  …

  “Name five songs from The Smiths. Are you like an actual fan or is it just FOMO?” 

   He just sighs. 

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[dannyriccsystem]

litcho was gonna write abt alex later today when i got home, wore his monaco collection blue shirt out to an event!! alex would be so sweet in a relationship but i’ve always tried to figure out how freaky he woild be (if it all…) it feels impossible to guess w him.. i love him sm tho and all his pets aaaaaah he’s so cute i’m gonna cry -🍊 (my own emoji has reminded me of his recent helmet)

Alex Albon mention. Who else stood up and cheered. I have some thoughts down below…

I think you’re right, and as a professional freak I can say that I don’t even know where I’d put him on the scale. I think Alex is the sweetest, funniest boyfriend around… But on the Freak-O-Meter..?

Well…

Interesting.

I think he has his moments, but they’re rare. And they’re just a tad bit goofy. Sure, choke him out, call him a dirty pet name, overstimulate him— he’s all for it, but he’s gonna make a joke of it SOMEHOW. That’s just how I feel.

He can be serious though. You wanna get down on your anniversary night? Yeah. Rose petals, candles, intimate music. Hell, he’ll even buy you sexy lingerie and then rip it off of you. If you want him to be serious, he’ll be as serious as they come. But it’s in his nature to make you laugh even when he’s inches deep inside you.

He likes being marked because I said so, but specifically in places only he gets to see. Like his inner thighs when you go down on him, or just below his nape that’s always covered by his hair. Sometimes right beneath his waistband, so if he gets risky someone who’s really looking might get a glimpse, but it’s in a spot where you’re too embarrassed to point it out because then it’s like, “Why were you looking there anyway?”

If there was locker room talk for the F1 drivers, they’d have a lot of questions for Alex Albon. Like, why are his upper legs almost entirely purple from hickeys? Yeah. Guilty as charged! 🩷

I’ve posted this picture before and I will post it again, because he’s so. hot.

His smile, the pose, the vibrant colors… It’s the little things that do it for me.

That is a sexy beast. Sorry, I cannot be normal about him. Ever. I am your biggest fan Alex Albon

[zoshizick]

i wanted to briefly go over popular pairings with jax from a canonical perspective (but this is still just my opinion tho). 85 percent of pairings in ucc revolve around jax for a reason. he is the most popular character in ucc, which is obvious given his charm, charisma, blah blah blah, all that stuff. but the deciding factor isn’t jax himself; it’s the girl he is shipped with. let's look at popular mlw pairings with jax: bunnydoll, funnybunny, ribbun, and abstrabunny. depending on the girl, someone will love a particular pairing with jax. the focus in these pairings is not on him but on the female character. ultimately, people are just shipping their favorite with jax

bunnydoll: things are really complicated between these two. while they have the most dynamic interactions, inside jokes, and ragatha’s attempts to support jax—even though she admitted she hates him—there’s jax’s disregard for her and the other members of the circus, and their inability to agree out of principle. all of this is about bunnydoll. they have a dynamic that is strikingly different from other pairings, and their relationship plays one of the key roles in the digital circus, as evidenced by the two consecutive episodes dedicated to them. ragatha and jax are like yin and yang, but the black and white colors are deepened by shades of gray when they come together. their arguments are both intellectual and emotionally exhausting; they don’t want to lose to each other, they refuse to acknowledge each other’s rightness, yet they continue to argue endlessly. ragatha protects the others from jax, while jax deliberately provokes her emotionally, mocking her and others (in ep 2, it’s clear that he enjoys getting ragatha riled up by joking about her hair). they have a rather tense communication, but it’s precisely their similarities and differences that make this ship so dynamic and cool

funnybunny: essentially, they have the most neutral relationship in terms of canon so far. there haven’t been major arguments or disputes, and funnybunny is more about testing the waters. jax sees a new target—he toys with her until she’s exhausted. pomni is not one to back down, so she doesn’t focus much on him like she does with gummigoo or ragatha

ribbun: quite a toxic ship from a canonical standpoint, as everything jax does is primarily to mock gangle more than anyone else. while there’s almost no physical violence with pomni or ragatha, he does physically torment gangle. gangle doesn’t hold back and tortures him in ep 4, but their dynamic will go back to the way it was without gangle’s new mask. the attempt to humiliate each other is essentially what ribbun is in canon

abstrabbit: zooble and jax, in my view, are more like forced collaborators who hate the world, and as a ship, it’s not exactly cheerful. it’s impossible to build positive relationships with jax, and that’s no surprise

[driverangel]

August 13th 2022

*No letter*

Angels pov:

“C’MON, LET’S GO! LET’S GOOOOOO! HURRY—I ONLY KNOW THE BOUNCER FOR THIS SHIFT, NOT THE NEXT ONE!” my best friend Cleo yells.

During high school cleo and I hadn’t really seen eachother as much because of my ex so it felt nice to be this close with her again. Tonight she insisted we have to go out because I “don’t get out much”

Which is sort of true.

“What does knowing the bouncer have to do with anything” I say sarcastically rolling my eyes before letting out a light chuckle

Cleo steps in front of me, lowering her voice to a whisper. “We get to skip the line,” she says, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"are you serious" I say bursting into laughter before she joins in.

This club was popular amongst a lot of artists and well known internet personalities so it was nearly impossible to get into on a Saturday night.

“Deal” I say

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Sweat droplets racing on people’s forheads, people making out against any surface they could possibly find, and the bass thumping so hard I could feel it in my chest was the usual scene,

What I didn’t expect, however, was a brown-haired boy across the room from me sitting alone, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

So, as anyone would with alcohol running through their system, I walked over to him.

“HEY” I shouted unable to hear myself over the music.

“HEY!” he shouted back, patting the empty spot beside him in invitation.

“FINE, BUT AFTER I TALK TO YOU, YOU HAVE TO PROMISE TO DANCE WITH ME. DEAL?” I held out my pinky like a child making a promise, giggling at how easily he complied to a complete stranger’s request.

I sit down crossing one leg over the other and then lean closer to his ear as I use my hand as a shield to trap the words I was about to spit out

“Why are you sitting here alone?” I asked

“Dunno” he says before shrugging and finishing his answer by saying “people are boring”

I put my hand over my heart dramatically "ouch"

He looked at me and smiled

“not you tho” he says whilst keeping the charming grin on his face

“not me tho” I repeat raising an eyebrow

“Yes not you, your fun” he says reiterating his words

“For all you know, I could be a serial killer,” I teased, tuning out the music, almost as if I could only hear him.

“Like Dahmer?” he asked, furrowing his brows but still smiling.

“Dahmer wasn’t what I was going for, but close enough,” I said, giggling, surprised he was still interested in this conversation.

“Well… are you?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“No,” I said, studying his face.

Everything about this boy was so perfect

Everything about this boy was perfect—the way the flashing lights reflected in his eyes, making it hard to tell their color (though I was pretty sure they were blue), the way certain strands of his hair were longer than others, falling effortlessly in place like a well-put-together mess, the way his plump lips moved when he spoke, and the inhumanly straight teeth that made me suspect he had braces at some point—

“HELLOOOO?” he called, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah—sorry, what did you say?” I asked, shaken up.

How long had I been staring.

“I said, ‘good,’” he repeated before standing up and extending his hands toward me, palms up.

“C’mon,” he smirked.

I couldn’t believe how trusting he was with a stranger.

“I’m gonna grab us some drinks. What do you want?” I asked, looking up at him, only now realizing how much taller he was. If I looked straight ahead, I’d be staring directly at his chest—not that I’d complain.

“Whatever you get is fine with me,” he said, still smirking down at me.

“But can we dance first… please?” he added a playfully pleading tone in his voice.

I nod and he wasted no time to snake his hand around my hips before using his other to turn my body around so my back was to his chest keeping his grip on me firm as we swayed our hips back and fourth in unison before I turn myself back around to face him and take both of my hands in his still swaying with the music before he raises my hand spinning me around whilst smiling as his fingers intertwined with mine

“What was that for?” I laughed

“No reason” he replied

Suddenly, Cleo stumbled toward us, barely able to stay on her feet.

“Cleo..CLEO” I say as she nods clearly conscious enough to hear me

“What happened? What did you take?” I asked my voice laced with concern. The brown-haired boy stood beside me observing quietly

“N-n-nothing” she stammered struggling to get her words out

“Did someone put something in your drink” I ask her as she shrugs not knowing the answer

I turn to look back up at the boy next to me before speaking

“There’s no way I can stay here. I’m sorry to cut this short, bu—”

“How far is your apartment” he cuts me off

“About 6 blocks why” I asked adjusting Cleo as she leaned her head onto my shoulder

“I’m not letting you walk 6 blocks in heels, carrying your friend, in the freezing cold, at 2 a.m. in New York,” he stated before motioning for me to follow him out of the club.

Squeezing through a crowded club while supporting an unconscious friend was not for the weak Literally

We finally made it outside, the brisk air sending shivers down my arms and legs

The boy flagged down a taxi, helping me get Cleo into the backseat before sliding into the front.

“Uh 6010 NE street please” I told the driver grateful that late-night traffic wasn’t as bad as usual.

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When we arrived, the boy paid for the cab, then effortlessly lifted the unresponsive Cleo into his arms, carrying her bridal style up the stairs to my apartment.

As we approach the apartment he carries her in and sets her on the couch while I start to run her a warm bath

"I’m so sorry I ruined your night,” I said, feeling guilty for pulling this sweet boy away from his evening.

“Like I said most people are boring but you aren’t” he called from the other room

I look in the reflection of the bathroom mirror to see what he was doing and he was just standing there looking out of place.

“Make yourself at home it’s small but it works for us” I say still looking at the reflection of him in the mirror

“‘Us’ as in you and Cleo, right?” he asked, sounding slightly nervous, like he was somewhere he shouldn’t be.

“Yes me and Cleo” I confirmed laughing

“And before you ask no I don’t have a boyfriend” I say knowing it was gonna be brought up in conversation

I realized I’d never asked the boy what his name was, I’ve just been speaking to him all night without calling him by name so there wasn’t really a need for it.

“Hey��� what’s your name? I just realized I never asked,” I say chuckling lightly before looking up in the mirror to see him behind me.

“Ian,” he said, smiling while looking at me through the mirror.————————————

authors note:

hi lovelys im gonna try to get back to posting more consistently (once or twice a week) love u all mwah!!

[smilesrobotlover]

I realize I never made a reference for Kori’s black markings. They’re really not that special visually, but they are special in the story itself. Male Twili typically have one shoulder black and the other shoulder blue, while their entire back is covered. And then they have both feet black and a fade of black hands. Kori however not only matches his mother a bit more, but has very abnormal markings. First he has no markings around his eyes, which all Twili do. He only has markings on his cheeks which is super abnormal. His ears are very large and spiky which, while Twili have pointy ears, they’re much smaller and aren’t as spiky. The black markings reach to his forearms and not his hands and they do match his mom’s markings a lot which is only really possible for a female Twili. Overall he was definitely strange in the twili’s eyes when he was first born! It took a while for them to realize that he definitely wasn’t a Twili tho, cuz he did look like a female Twili for a bit since he looked so much like his mom

He also doesn’t have the electric blue markings anywhere except for his ears, which are kinda flip flopped color wise. For Twili, the inside of their ears are black white the outside is blue, but Kori’s are black on the outside and blue on the inside. The markings are in the blue side of his ear which isn’t a weird place for them but that’s the only spot where he has them. So that is definitely strange for him to have almost no markings like that

Another weird thing for him is his hair, which is more orange except for that tip which matches Link’s hair. Make Twili have more red hair, while the female Twili have orange hair. And of course his eyes, which are blue. Which is literally impossible for Twili to have unless Kori is half Hylian.

Overall Kori is not normal everywhere he goes. But his family loves his to death regardless and so do I <333

[t1oui]

chaotic bcj headcanons bc i have brainrot about this man OFTEN

italian, greek (mum), british, and spanish (dad)

grew up in italy, it's his first language (he was invited to hogwarts bc his dad works for the ministry)

can learn a language in about 2 seconds

speaks italian, english, greek, and spanish (only learned it to spite his dad who can't speak spanish)

almost sorted into ravenclaw, he was nearly a hatstall

likes to spend his time pointing out all the reasons why english sucks (he is probably the best english speaker of all his friends and he wasn't fluent till he was 11 (they've been speaking english their entire lives))

very tall. it is literally impossible to lose this man in a crowd

loves to swim but gets pissy if the water's too warm

is a sub 100%. if evan is ace he's still a sub but in a nonsexual way

he's crazy in the way that all smart people are a lil crazy because nobody fully understands him (read: he's best friends with lily evans)

makes fun of jegulus for being jealous but will throw hands if someone smiles at evan from across the great hall

in constant need of piggyback rides but too tall to get them from anybody but remus

love language is physical touch, if he is not touching someone at all times he gets anxious

this usually means holding hands with his friends... and biting evan

worships the ground his bf walks on daily <3

never studies but has perfect grades

loves dying his hair, usually green but also random colors like red and purple and blue (pandora's favorite color)

once sirius dyed barty's hair hot pink to get back at him for who knows what it's barty but barty actually loved it (sirius was PISSED)

bisexual

happily asks evan to give him pictures to wank to (evan obliges)

have i mentioned he's a total fucking simp. yeah

was quidditch commentator for 2 seconds before mcgonagall fired him (he kept gossiping about the players)

actually loves people so deeply it hurts (james does the same thing but his love for people is on the surface while barty hides his most of the time)

hella adhd

insists on being the little spoon, can't sleep otherwise

has a ton of piercings and is completely COVERED in tattoos (at least half are dedicated to evan, the other half to the rest of his friends (including the gryffindors, especially lily!!))

mama's boy, like this man brings up his mom every 6 seconds, he thinks she's the smartest person on earth (other than evan ofc)

has a lot in common with james (as seen above), barty beefs with him for about a month and then realizes james is actually super chill (james and evan were already friends lol)

the biggest fuck you to his dad? not only does he hate politics, he wants to be an artist

likes painting just fine, and drawing is ok (he mostly just draws evan and the skittles, sometimes others like lily and james), but he LOVES ceramics

is an amazing cook, spends a lot of time in the kitchens with the house elves

(in a world without voldemort, he and hermione granger would get along very well)

favorite subjects are charms and defense against the dark arts (y'all remember when he was actually kind of a good dada professor in gof? yeah)

my computer's about to die so i'll leave it here, might add more later tho <3

[sunshades]

YOUR SWAP AU FOR HEATHCATHY MAKES ME VIOLENTLY ILL. TELL US MORE PLEASE/NF IM A STARVING LITTLE VICTORIAN BOY ALL ALONE IN THE COLD RAIN

TAKES YOUR HANDS AND OFFERS YOU SOUP. lots of thoughts...

i like to keep backstories as close as possible so i just think a while after heathcliff left catherine chases after him. for her to leave is a thing that clashes a lot with her personality and what she believes is possible for her But i see it kind of like the reasoning of heathcliff when he left- he left to avoid hurting her, which is at odds with how later his wish becomes to break her heart instead... so in the swap au it's kind of like that for her, she runs away thinking "if he can leave and make something of himself out there then so can i" and then starts to lose faith in it. i imagine her personality on the bus is like. a bit rodya adjacent in that she absolutely plays up the ojou bit and how rude and snobby she is to hide that she's actually kind of. morose and morbid and very sure that her time is about to run out and she'll have to go back and die where she was born. thinking cathy linton at the start of the book and how lockwood calls her a witch...

on the other hand heathcliff goes through book heathcliff's arc instead of hareton, returns rich and actually soooo ready for crime and violence 💭... ofc the others would blame him for cathy leaving lol. anyway he starts making money and ruining everyone's lives, then once he takes over the heights nelly shows him the mirror like she does to cathy in canon... she thinks the guilt will get HIM to kill himself but instead... murder river archeology laboratory.

SOOO. i had some E.G.Os picked out while ago, but what I had on my mind all week was that sinner cathy would get heathcliffs id... she'd keep his title and be The Gentleman Of Wuthering Heights, because we love some gender. Itd be a fun swap like... one thing that Catherine never truly gets is the power to control the land like the men in the story do. so her own flagship id would be that kind of patriarchal power that in the real world she can only ever obtain through um being a wife. and that ofc Sucks Really Bad but well. the cuntenserven. Thinking something like ?

i like the idea of the uptie having her raising the sword to attack but the angle making it almost look like shes slitting her throat lol. outfit's red to reflect the egotistical feeling of this identity- and of the one she's mirroring ofc... the purple isn't Their color anymore but he made it only His, so cathy's id is also removing his presence as much as possible...

then i think the canto would be like. Ok being both main characters and having specular character arcs their roles are a lot easier to swap compared to other sinners (sinclair and meursault are quite literally impossible dont trust anyone who says otherwise #mytruth) but it still gave me some thought because of the symbolism tied to it... rambled about it on twt tho and came to make sense of it 💭

so i was thinking like. heathcliff's canto conflict is about recognizing his worth as a person and not letting himself be held back by the abuse of the house, then cathy's canto conflict would also be themed around the house and focusing on like. the past haunting u vs the future which is Scary. there's the past of how much she's hurt heathcliff and the past of the generations of the family, feeling like her fate is to hurt the person she loves and die unhappy because that's all anyone ever does inside the house...

IDK i had a weird little thought that in the place of her riddles, if it was heathcliff running the "play" then the canto would be like... gambling themed? where the house is a labyrinth and full of ghosts (/identities) out for blood and he forces her to guess where to go... but metaphorically it's making choose between the logical choice of running to reclaim the bough and the house, or following him and finding what's going on with him... would be really fun if they ended by the underground river banks instead of the rooftop, and the ending still has some every cathy/erlking-like presence that Literally want to feed on human life... the whole time they fight and chase each other through the house heathcliff expects cathy eventually to throw him under the bus and sacrifice him to defeat the river ghosts and get the bough And Yet once they're there she tries doing the opposite 💭💭💭... so he stops her and lets the river take him instead. so by the end its the opposite as canto 6 where cathy's body is there but her soul was dragged out, heathcliff's body gets taken but his soul persists... can you see it...

anyway that was a lot of gay shit so let's leave off with something cooler. i guess it's implied by her fighting for once but this is a rare mirror world where they actually get physical as in beating the shit out of each other Please let's think about it.... okay good... thank you for steping into a beautiful world with me anon....

[eldritchmochi]

my new ride!!! (shhh about the boxes im still unpacking from moving, its already better)

its a rollator/transport chair combo by elenker and cost less than $200 usd. ive used it a couple times and so far it absolutely fucks, especially for shopping

initial thoughts:

- easy to put together, no tools needed

- feels very sturdy

- a little heavy but not awful

- good for tall people; im on handle length 2/7 at 5'8 and thats almost as short as it goes, and the foot rests are in a comfortable position

- basket is a good size

- seat is nicely padded, tho my giant ass is a leeeetol too wide so i may end up with bruises if i sit in it for too long from the side supports

- cane holder is on right side only (boo)

- back wheels are a fixed position but it is still very maneuverable

- pins to lift and drop arms for transport chair mode are a little difficult to press in with my bendy fingers, but not impossible

- very pretty color

- feet for transport chair have a way to store when in use as a walker, but have to be taken off to fold up

- brakes are a little stiff to lock wheels, but nice and smooth otherwise

- backrest as transport chair is a little low on me but not awful

i also got the jansport adaptable backpack to use with it! it works great off the handles when in transport chair mode, and i think itll hang comfortably off the front when in walker mode via hanging it on the arm rests (just leaving them up, since thats easier for me anyway). havent tried the latter with anything IN the bag yet, but if i need to wear it as a backpack while its a walker, thats not the worst

also

im so fucking cool

[blackered]

I couldn't get a good captura of this bitch for the life of me so the only other option was to draw them.

I wasn't hyped for Warframe 1999 at all, but the tennocon stream did something to me. so I just HAD to do some shopping and styling here. 💚

(useless commentary + shitty captura under the cut)

background is concept art from the 2023 tennocon by Justin Smith, with a filter over it🫶

it was very hard to come up with something that was reasonably in theme and looked good enough, especially with limited resources like I have. no prime items, no tennogen, only free items and what's available to buy with plat from the customization screen.

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yeah so the thing is: drifter fashion in this game is REALLY lacking imo. the operator's been here for quite a while now so they've had more time to get fit releases and prime access items, so I really hope the drifter gets the same treatment with time. (the Liger Inuzuka designs fucking SLAP tho)

I am SO looking forward to whatever the new 1999 themed tennogen artists bring. I think it'll elevate the look a lot more.

it's also almost impossible to make a fully androgynous drifter, as the female faces are extremely feminine and the male faces are extremely masculine. voice doesn't matter since you can put any voice on any face. but that's just me being a little bitch tho, it doesn't really matter.

well, I did my best... here's the captura (which looks HORRIBLE but I told you) and the stuff I used in case y'all wanna copy it.

Facial accessories: cognitive relay

Ear accessories: nightwave earpieces

Visage ink: airlock

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Body suit: drifter grineer vest

Sleeves: vahd pauldrons

Leggings: smelter greaves

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Chest: harmony ribbon (omitted in the drawing)

Left arm: N/A

Right arm: saturn six

Both legs: protovyre emergent

Ephemera doesn't really matter it's your choice

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Syandana: tennocon 2024

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Colors are all black and purple variants from the smoke, hallow's eve and pride pallettes. Have fun 🫶

[valenfield-inspo]

Valenfield thoughts:

-They've both been through So Much Shit together that it's almost impossible to surprise them any more. They're still careful, because you have to be, fighting bioterrorism, but you get the idea. They both have their own codes and signals for shit, like shorthand. This includes things like a code for using different colored signal flares, or to use when they're talking over the radio.

-They both carry around some sort of multitool, possibly on a keychain. Honestly, they'd carry around a damn toolbox (or explosives- because hey, if you can't unlock the door, blow it off its hinges!) if they could, but usually that gets in the way of all their guns.

-They both know how to pick locks, now, tho Jill is still better at it than Chris is. Jill insisted he learn. He still probably carries around a tool that can saw through locks, when he can spare the inventory space. If he can't: explosives it is, then! Any time Jill hears a muffled explosion somewhere, she just kinda smirks, like, "Yep, that's Chris". It's honestly kinda comforting, at this point.

-They both carry around magnums, because those things are POWERFUL in the RE-verse. And they're easier to carry around than heavy weapons, like grenade launchers and such. (That was one thing that bothered me in the RE movies like Death Island. Leon shows up, and the most he packed for a bioterrorism mission was a few pistols?! The fuck?! Why wouldn't they have him go in heavily armed?! Of course, I guess you could ask the same for the BSAA troops in RE6...)

-They have little weapon charms of one another, because Chris thought it'd be cute. Chris has one of Claire, too, and she of him. Both Chris and Jill have one of Rebecca. (I could see Chris also having one of Sheva and maybe Piers, but the Piers one makes me sad.)

-Speaking of charms: Them having a little shooting contest/date at the Merchant's shooting range (because the Merchant totally survived RE4; or at least, his business practices did). Which might be how they got the gun charms. Anyway, it was cute 💖 Sometimes it's just nice to relax and shoot at targets, y'know? Especially when you don't have to worry about ammo.

-They both have nightmares, and they both know how to calm one another down from them. They'll just lay in bed, afterwards, just talking with one another, if they can't sleep. It helps.

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The 1st one I definitely agree that nothing would surprise them much anymore considering what they have faced together and separately, but they would still have their guards up for sure. I definitely could see them having their own codes of communicating with each other on the job b/c you never know who could be listening in as their trust of the BSAA is wary enough as is. I mean they have been stabbed in the back before by their captain in STARS. I could even see them using codes in non-mission things. They could read each other's stares like Chris glancing at Jill and gesturing his head at the exit doors with "Hey wanna get the hell out of here, since the next set of speakers here are full of shit and they have enough asskissers praising them tonight, what's 2 less people?" and Jill nodding and smirking subtlety with "Yeah there are better ways to spend the evening". 😏 🤭

The 2nd one now you know they're always prepared for anything so I could definitely see them carrying multi-functional gadgets or tools. Both definitely wouldn't leave the house without a swiss army knife at the very least. Omg at the 3rd, I bet Jill had a heck of a time training Chris on picking locks. Especially with how much bigger Chris' hands, he would get frustrated pretty easily there, 😂. So yeah he would have the "Fuck it" moment and blast the lock open! 🤣

The charms thing is cute, little mementos with who they have worked with. On the shooting range one, oh they definitely love those. It can be therapeutic and keep their aim sharp. The Merchant would make things more fun there! Ah the nightmares never end, I think they've even accepted that but are comforted that they have each other to get through them on those rough nights. The talks do help. I think they may try watching TV but they'd avoid the news and horror flicks, but I think the laying together and talking is much preferred until they fall asleep. Thank you for sharing Nonnie, feel free to send more whenever you'd like! 💚🩵

[narrators-journal]

Blue roses

On the socially aware side of things, I know I shouldn’t just surprise an asker with teratophilia (monster fucking) content, yandere vibes or dom/sub stuff after taking an eternity to answer an ask. But at the same time, I...I assume my freak ass habits are well known at this point. I’m left to assume u thirsty little goblins see my tastes and don’t care if you ask me to go to Arizona and I end up in India lmao. If this is too far off the path tho, I’m so sorry, I REALLY hope you don’t mind and enjoy it regardless despite the time it took to get out. I at least kept the spirit of your ask in there, I just also went very very insane.

CW: Teratophilia/monster fucking, weirder monster genitals this time, aphrodisiacs, dubcon is also VERY lightly there, but I feel like that often comes in a package with aphrodisiacs. Also this is! Pretty public sex. Like, they don’t have a crowd, but they also aren’t all that secluded lmao. There’s also some light mention of belly bulges, so size difference and a lot of cum.

Botanical gardens were probably one of Gen Asagiri’s favorite places to be in the world. Maybe not at the top, but they were definitely on the list. He loved the lust plants and colorful, sweet=scented flowers, the serene atmosphere, and the simple ambient thrum of life that wasn’t the squeal of fans and shouts of managers and co-hosts. He also enjoyed the chance to see so many varieties of flora and butterflies when the gardens cultivated or preserved them. So, when he spotted a stray blue rose grown amongst snowy white variants that grew at the edge of the dirt path, he naturally stopped in the warm noon sunlight to give the bush a sniff and inspect the odd duckling of a flower.

Though, a gentle brush of his finger tips over the sky-blue petals proved that it wasn’t fake, and a sniff or two proved that it wasn’t some odd plant that mimicked the pale roses. No, it smelled just the same as the other flowers in the bush. Even if its fragrance was a bit more syrup-y than the others. Yet, when the magician checked the blue rose’s stem for any sign of transplant, all he found was that it was connected to a thin vine that had tangled and wound itself into the thorny branches from somewhere further into the shrubbery.

And, despite how the ravenette knew better than to follow odd plants or people into the woods, basically, he stepped off of the path to do so anyways. That oddly thick scent still in his nose like some ghost from his past. Which, was a ghost that only seemed to grow more prominent and heated with each step.

Until, with a heavy blanket of mental fog in his skull, and an ember of heat ignited beneath his skin, Gen found the source of the impossibly-colored flower. Which, didn’t quite register in his fuzzy brain for a long moment. He stood there, his blue-grey eyes able to drink in the thick mat of vines, leaves, and roots that the blue rose had seemingly sprouted from, the bare humanoid upper body that was seemingly grafted onto that nest the same way a mermaid transitioned into a fish’s tail. But, it took far too long for him to really accept the smug smile the monster wore as his crimson eyes looked Gen over.

Huh, that’s not a...normal flower.A drowsy part of the magician noted before the more reasonable voice in the back of his mind slapped him out of the trance. What flower do you think that is?! That’s a monster! Bushes don’t have human faces! “What the fuck are you?!” The magician squawked once the fog lifted slightly. All while the off-colored upper body lazily tried to get a few wilted leaves that made up his leek-like hair to stand up like the rest. “A plant.” “You are not a damned plant!” “I photosynthesis, I need water, I can root myself to the ground, and I grow like a plant so...I’m a plant.” Was the simple shrug of an explanation that the dark-haired man got along with an almost evil grin that seemed to thicken the fog in his head and feed that needy ember. So, when he met those crimson eyes again, he wasn’t in any spot to decipher the amused glint he found there.

In fact, as he stood there and looked over the way that the somehow-pale humanoid upper body of the...man? Darkened into the normal green of the plantlife around him, the thick mat of vines, roots, and leaves that his upper body sprouted from confirmed the impossible. Whatever was in front of him wasn’t at all a person.

So, did I just walk into something I shouldn’t have? Was that flower a lure? Bait? Am I going to be eaten? The rational side of Gen fretted as he mindlessly moved forward to take a closer look at the monster and the odd protrusion at the edge of the monster’s transition into roots and leaves. A protrusion that the dark-haired man could only assume was his groin.

From the get-go, there was no way that someone could confuse the monster’s member for a human’s. It more resembled a long fern frond that hadn’t entirely unfurled yet and had been circled by two thinner vines. Thicker at the bottom than the top that leaked a syrupy thick...nectar? That seemed to ooze more of that invasive, fog-inducing scent as the dark-haired magician climbed up to straddle thethe monster’s stomach and wrap a curious hand around it, it sure smelled like a honey suckle’s nectar, but more logically it was some other fluid simply thickened with pollen or something similar.

Either way, though, it let his hand slip up and down the odd length easier with only a slightly sticky feeling on his lightly-tanned skin when he pulled his hand away to get his pants off. I shouldn’t do this! I’m in public! This is...something not human! The more reasonable remnant in the ravenette’s head screamed as the monster’s hands joined his own in the fight to get his pants and boxers off and keep the magician on top of him. This is so inappropriate. This is deranged, and I could be eaten right after! Snap out of it!Yet, that logic and reason fell on deaf ears. Instead, Gen thoughtlessly turned himself around to face the smugly attractive demi-human plant monster while the ravenette lined himself up and sunk onto the monster’s member. And, thankfully, that thicker fluid that oozed out and had been spread by his hand to coat the length was just enough to make that process somewhat painless. The oddly shaped member slid against Gen’s overly-sensitive walls easily despite the blunt tip and the small bumps that went down to the base. The most discomfort that came as the magician sunk lower was from the increased stretch.

Not that the pain would’ve stopped him. The fog in Gen’s head was too thick for the concerns and rationale to overwhelm the heat that welled up beneath the man’s skin as the monster put his hands on his hips to begin a slow, steady rhythm. “It’s okay to enjoy yourself, pretty boy.” The monster assured, his words equal parts teasing and full of comfort that seemed to give the magician permission to let loose the moans that bubbled up into his throat as the furled tip of the monster’s member brushed his prostate. It also seemed to give the final nudge needed to break that final strand of common sense in the ravenette’s head, because after only a couple of movements, Gen took control of the pace.

So, the plant monster’s hands simply squeezed Gen’s hips while the man moved. No care given for the way that he clawed into the monster’s chest. His head was foggy, his mouth felt as if it were full of sawdust, and his belly bulged slightly with the monster’s length, but the fires of need kept him going. Kept him in motion with lewd moans to fill the air and the lascivious shlopand slap from his movements. The odd phallus of the humanoid plant creature able to drag against every inch of Gen’s walls as he sloppily chased the release he craved. “Jeez, you’rereallyinto this. More than I expected you to be with how you approached” The monster teased, his hands on the magician’s hips and a smile on his lips as flustered words tumbled out of the magician’s mouth. “Sh-shut up! Just shut up!” Breathless, overheated, and loopy with the desire that pulsed through him every time he pushed the monster’s length deeper into himself. Each drag of the creature’s odd length on Gen’s walls accompanied by an escaped moan and a flutter of his belly. As if the well-known magician wasn’t in the middle of a public botanical garden under the intense summer heat of the noon sun.

Thankfully, the plant didn’t say anything else after that. He simply grinned like a villain while he watched the magician’s cock bounce against the small bump his member made when he sunk down. Instead, he let Gen work himself further and further into a frenzy until, at long last, the bubble popped and unleashed a tsunami of euphoria that briefly washed the magician’s vision white.

When his senses dialed back in, the ravenette found himself collapsed onto the demi-human’s chest like a boneless ragdoll. His muscles weak and shakey as he gulped down air and slowly registered the warmth that gushed into his belly and increasingly squished his cock between his stomach and the monster’s. Even when the magician tried to push himself up with a drowsy, “What the…” before the odd plant monster pushed him back onto his torso. “Relax, you’ll be fine.” He hummed, circles rubbed into the small of Gen’s back as he was lightly pinned down. “I don’t think men can be fertilized, so you won’t get knocked up, pretty boy.” “What the fuck…” still came out of the man’s mouth as he melted against the monster and let his consciousness fade to the sound of the plant monster’s amusement.

[causticflower]

thank you for the tag for 7 things meme @bugsinapocket !! <3

let's see...

1. Favorite Color

Teal/turquoise, (natural) shades of blue and green generally 

tho my favorite set of hues are the blues you see on beaches, like the transition of where clear water breaks on the sand/rocks

yeah. that, basically,

2. Currently reading

(ao3) Midnight Strangers by @/seriouslycalamitous, Nobody Feels Like You by @/lovesick-x-prince, and finished reading (but still Thinking abt it) Ad Astra by @/desertduality a few days ago <3

(not ao3) also currently having a deep longing to reread Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury but I dont have my book with me</3

(^^ all recommeds btw, all great<3)

3. Last song

Beautiful Madness - Michael Patrick Kelly <3

4. Last series

...started rewatching Hannibal for the nth time</3 (wholeheartedly recommend. it's my favorite show ever (<- this is a warning /hj))

5. Last film

technically not the whole movie but I rewatched bits of Rogue One: Star Wars Story (I do like the movie quite a bit<3)

tho if video essays(?) count (and tbh. they almost should what with their length /lh), the last one would be a video by Crunchybagels on the Horse Race Test. I love the internet. and horse yuri. <3

6. Sweet/savory/salty

I do like each of those.... but yeah no I Devour sweets like theres no tomorrow ha h

7. Tea or coffee

this is really difficult to answer because I like them more or less equally? I have been drinking more coffee lately but I wouldn't say I prefer it over tea. I do like the texture (?) of coffee more tho. or maybe I just like milk lol

+ Working on 

catching up with giggs+ repo vods/vids + scar's hc streams

trying to come up with a consistent art style (impossible) - mostly just trying to settle for consistent designs for the block men that won't leave my brain

drawing uh, *opens wips* at least 3-4 different things at once, all of which I want to get done soon... they will need to battle it out I suppose /j

a few redscape & desertduo/scarian aus (mostly on the back burner. for now)

I guess thats more or less it...

uhhhhh I dont really know who to tag... umm

@desertduality @safeturnip go!! (ofc only if you want to)

[moonlight-tmd]

Alright new AU!

Cyberbeast AU.

Legends on Cybertron tell of various creatures; one legend in particular tells of great beasts whose power is unmatchable to anyone except themselves- the Cyberbeasts. It is said that only those chosen by Allspark itself receive the blessing. Many believe that Cyberbeasts are just a legend told by Creators to their Sparklings as a berthtime story.

Ok so- Cyberbeasts are generally stronger than an ordinary bot, even when they aren't in Beast Mode. They are unusually strong and durable in and out of combat.

It's almost impossible to tell if a Transformer is a Cyberbeast, the only way is to either witness them transform into Beast Mode or have an anomaly sensitive radar; Whenever a Cyberbeast transforms into Beast Mode, the anomaly is detected in the place they did it. Cyberbeast Hunters use them to hunt down and eliminate Cyberbeasts because they think they're dangerous, many others take them as crazy cuz it's a legend. Cyberbeasts live in hiding and only show up when absolutely necessary for their survival.

One doesn't realize they're a Cyberbeast until they are old enough to understand the concept; thru some important event they realize- once they have that Awakening about their true self, they are able to transform into their Beast Mode; think of it like werewolves- except they can change on command. When in Beast Mode, they can adapt to their envoroment; for example they can change their legs into a fin to swim or transform their arms into wings netted with holo-fabric(similar to wyvern wings). The rest of the frame also changes slightly to fit.

Few of the Cybertronian forged have this blessing, but from those we know; Megatron, Shockwave/Longarm, and Bumblebee are Cyberbeasts. Blitzwing counts as 1/3rd Cyberbeast because Blackarachnia used Cyberbeast blood to strengthen his triplechanger upgrade.

The idea originally existed around Bumblebee: when he and his team first found the Allspark, he had his Awakening. Once they got to Earth, he started sneaking out to discover and explore his abilities.

I think his Beast Mode would look like these chinese dragons, except the body is short, the tail is hella long tho. Maybe i'll make a coherent picture of it in the future, right now you have a description:

-He has like, feathers of some sort- a great plume around his neck and a brush going from the half to the end his tail. The default feathers are the same shade of blue as his optics and have a glow to them. -His plating is still yellow, it also has a little more black to it. Maybe some biolight dots along his back. Plus some tiny white details for fun. Defo some pattern in there too. -The Autobot insignia is hidden by the plume. -Optics; when he is cybertronian they are normal(blue with white pupils), once he enters Beast Mode/goes feral(literally. not as in he's annoying gremlin) they turn black with blue ovals as the pupils. -His vehicle mode is kind of showing thru in Beast Mode- the tires are in his shoulders and hind legs, there's headlights n such. -His legs are digitigrade when is Beast Mode, despite more animalistic build, he can switch between walking on 2 or 4 limbs. -The 'nose' extends to be a beak and his horns are longer, kind of antler-like but no branching out, they are just long. -While his servos are clawed, his pedes are more like hooves but they're still clawed? It's weird.

here's some other things about Bee: -Very sharp denta(teeth). He can chew thru metal even while cybertronian. -Exeptionally durable during combat. Even when he's hit with lethal injury, somehow this fucker survives. Surprising high pain tolerance. -Electricity seems to do almost no damage to him, he is the type of Cyberbeast that utilize the electricity to their advantage and are immune to the damage it causes. -He can act as a light when it's dark. He'll make his feathers and biolights glow brightly to illuminate the surroundings. -He can make little lights that look like fireflies. -He is able to shift colors of his feathers as display. The patterns on his body that show with his beast side also can glow and shift color. -He can camouflage in plain sight. Turns almost invisible, the body warps the image so that might be the only indicator he's there.

I imagine a time where the hunters came to earth with the intention of either killing or capturing Bee. He was out on patrol and bumped into the fellas. He came back to base impaled by a harpoon and 23 holo-bolts (arrows).

Just now i realize how fuckin miraculous Bee is XD Poor Ratchet, trying to figure out why the fuck this kid hasn't died yet.