#and black high top shoes with belts on them so. And black shorts

[unknownarmageddon]

feeling very Gay Uncle at this moment

[lvrtwn]

venus if she was awesome

speedpaint and more thoughts under the cut

venus has always been one of my favorite characters, though i feel her design is pretty underwhelming with a lot of wasted potential. this is kind of a redesign, kind of my own personal headcannon, and kind of how i imagined venus in my head as a kid.

this is supposed to be my version of g1 venus, more similar in facial features and keeping the straight hair. i absolutely love her new hair and face in g3 but im hesitant to call the new outfit an improvement. both g1s outfit and g3s outfit are bad in their own ways. i dont want it to seem like im shitting on the new design. again i think the face sculpts, hair, and body types of g3 are so awesome. its great to see more diversity being included in the designs. i just decided to go with g1 venuses look because thats the venus i grew up with

i definitely took some inspiration from g3s outfit for this design. i like the idea of it but the execution is just not great, not to say her original outfit is any better. i feel like out of all of tge original monsters she was the one with the most waisted potential. i love her personality and the abilities she has but the way she was styled has always bothered me.

in the movies shes described as “eco-punk” which is SUCH a cool style to go with a plant monster character. i just feel like the “punk” in “eco-punk” was never really represented in her outfits. i personally love punk music and clothing; ive been an active member in my local diy scene for many years and i love seeing all the outfits people put together.

i thought i would give her an outfit that shows off a couple of my personal favorite staples of punk style. big chunky leather boots with lots of straps and buckles. kept the shoe mouths from the original because they cool as hell. lots of leather, studs, spikes. i gave her denim cutoff shorts inspired by her gen 3 outfit, same with the torn black top. punk style has a big focus on comfort, practicality, and making things yourself. i imagine she cut a pair of old pants into shorts, roughly cut her “undead kennedys”band shirt tank into a crop top, and probably repurposed the remaining fabric. i also totally didnt draw this whole thing as an excuse to use that pun. i included asymmetrical leg accessories, with one fishnet stocking and one torn up sock. i also feel like she repurposed these, continuing to wear her old torn up socks instead of just throwing them out. i gave her a big chunky studded belt matching one of her cuffs with a recycling symbol belt buckle. i feel like it communicates an important aspect of her personality just at a glance, plus i just love big belt buckles. lastly i added piercings because 1. theyre cool and 2. i for some reason remembered her having an eyebrow piercing but i guess she never had one.

i mostly kept her body and hair the same. changed her ears and hair color slightly but thats just personal preference. i decided to make the vines on her body look more like tattoos instead of being 3d. i imagine she can make them grow into real vines, but when shes not using her powers theyre just flat against her skin. gave her a facial expression that made her look a little more unhinged. she might only do things for the good of the earth but she can still mind control people at will.

i wish i leaned a little bit more into the plant theming but im overall still super happy with how this came out. maybe ill made more monster high redesigns in the future

[shinidamachu]

kagome higurashi, occupation: it girl

We're constantly talking about what a fashion icon Kagome is, but I haven't seen many actual analyses of her style or how it got translated from the manga to the anime, so I thought it was a fun, innocuous discussion to have this @inuvember. I'm not an expert on the subject by any means, but here's a compilation of my observations.

The first thing I noticed is probably the most obvious: she thoroughly enjoys showing off her legs, which she does by wearing an obscene amount of skirts, rarely jeans and never shorts, not even as a PJ.

The interesting detail is that she mostly pairs them off with a top that would completely cover her arms and shoulders, which is smart because puts her legs even more in evidence and brings an elegant balance to it. Sundresses seem to be the only exception to that rule:

Now, when it comes to prints, the anime left me the impression that she favors solid blocks of colors rather than especific patterns, but comparing to the manga it's easy to see that's just not true.

Not only does Kagome rock any print she wears, she also seems to have a preference for plaid variations.

Sadly we only got to see in the anime through the sundress above and the iconic Day of Days outfit (the high school uniform doesn't really count).

She likes her flowery patterns as well, although that's only really a thing in the manga. Of course, I understand Sunrise probably toned down this aspect of her clothing choices to make them easier to animate, but we can still mourn it.

The next one is particularly sad to me because it was one of my all time favorite manga outfit of hers and they replaced it with one she had used before in The Soul Piper and the Mischievous Little Soul.

The same outfit was recycled again in Sota’s Brave Confession of Love. It was literally copy and past, except for the colors.

And to add insult to injury, this was the original look:

Another thing that was pointed out by @kagomehigurashi in this amazing post is that her "stay at home" clothes are incredibly versatile: she can go from very fashionable sweaters to her fun SHAM shirt collection just like that. But when she goes out, she goes all out.

Overall, I think we can conclude that her wardrobe was pretty colorful. Especially in the anime, there's not a lot of black, if any, and Kagome tends to go for pastel. She also seems to be a big fan of overlaying: her outfits are often completed with cardigans, coats or jackets.

Plus, I'd say comfort is a priority for her. The vast majority of her clothes don't seem restricting at all and her shoes consist basically on loafers, sneakers and ballet flats. Even the heel we saw her wear once was of a wedge type.

She rarely uses accessories, but she limits herself to one or two when she does. It's usually a purse and some jewelry or belt (at least in the manga). Her hair is always down except for the occasional braid (also only in the manga), PE ponytail and bath bun.

It could have been interesting if Takahashi had also used Kagome's fashion sense to showcase how much she changed during her journey, but Kagome's style remained extremely consistent. I guess she found it very early on what she was about. I'd describe it as romantic boho, but I don't even know if that's a thing.

What I do know is that it was far from basic, that she appeared to be having a lot of fun expressing herself throught it and that it felt more mature in the manga, even if most of them are just covers or bonus art.

[kokushibosbestie]

Meet 静かな少女, my Jujutsu Kaisen OC

A/N: I HAVEN'T EVEN WATCHED JJK YET BUT I'M ALREADY LOVING IT. I know what JJK is about now and I had an oc idea so I jsut HADD to share it with yall. JJK will be added to my fandoms list, so feel free to request anything! And yes, I know she's similar to Ariya, I did that on purpose.

• Full name: Shizukana Shōjo / 静かな少女 - Gender Identity: Non-binary with she/her preference - Pronouns: She / Her / They / Them • Romantic Preferences / Sexuality: Pansexual - Ship / Romantic Interest: Satoru Gojo - Species: Human

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• Age: 24 y/o

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• Personality Traits: Mute // observant // sometimes comes off as rude unententionally // stoic // introverted

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• Appearance: Dark skin, naturally half-colored hair - Height: 5'7" - Weight: 160.8 lbs. (45.8128 kgs)

• Body Type: Feminine muscularity, tall

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• Hair Color: Dark brown & light brown || #4a3b2c || #9c7f62

- Hair Condition: Fluffy, soft, semi-curly

• Ocular Color ( Eye Hue ): Yellow || #e6cf02

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• Job / Work: Jujutsu Sorcerer

• Jujutsu Technique: "Organic Mineral Manipulation." This technique is similar to Water / Blood Bending in Avatar: The Last Airbender. If you don't know what that is, I'll explain it: Shizukana can manipulate minerals however she wants, meaning she can manipulate water, phosphorus, calcium, metal, etc. Having this ability means that the holder can control any living / natural thing because the human body and nature have many minerals in it, curse or not.

- Shizukana uses an inherited technique, and the Shōjo family was hidden from society for over 100 years. The method was unknown and could only be inherited if you belonged to the Shōjo family.

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• Usual Style / Outfit: Work - Uniform || Modified standard female Jujutsu uniform top, flared black sleeves + high waisted black shorts + tied bow belt with dress/flare fabric in back + half-white half-black stockings with golden moon and stars pattern || one pink butterfly earring + white ballet ribbon pointe shoes clipped with fake butterflies + white clip bow + pocket watch tied to belt

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• Activity / Hobbies: Training, eating, and talking to Satoru & his students.

- Pet(s): Great Dane named "Takashi" - Extra Information: Shizukana is the last of her family. If she doesn't have an heir before she passes on, her family line will end.

Appearance:

Jujutsu Secret (is that even a thing? idc we'll make it a thing ig): Shizukana has been mute since she was 9 because of traumatic experiences. No one knows what her voice sounds like but she uses sign-language / hand movements to "talk" to people.

This was actually so fun I love adding new fandoms to my very long list of fandoms <33

[planet-dusk]

you should definitely share the fem!skz thoughts with the rest of the class mhmmm mhmm totally not because i need them more than oxygen or anything 🙄

i was thinking,, what kind of aesthetic would the fem!skz members have...

chan would have emo/e-girl vibes, the type of girl whose wardrobe consists of 99% black. lots of silver jewelry. the chunkier kind,, black leather too, and of course her nails would be painted black as well (a little chipped from biting them). pleated skirts, chain belts and oversized sweaters. big platform shoes to make her look taller and fishnet stockings to show off her pretty legs <33 n piercings! a nose & belly button piercing for sure bc of course chan would have the prettiest tummy :)) her preferred hair color would be black (relaxed, not curled) or 2 tone with either black + silver grey or a neon color

leeknow's style would be a mixture of comfortable athleisure and a more preppy clean aesthetic. padded jackets, hoodies, sweatpants and ofc converse :)) minimal jewelry,, if any. probably just some (cat) bracelets. she'd prefer to dye her hair in natural colors like dark brown. in winter she wears soft chunky wool sweaters. she uses very little makeup but she loves her cherry chapstick, and how it makes her lips all sweet and sticky and kissable <33

changbin would be such a babygirl ! the prettiest in pink, always showing off her gorgeous body <33 the cleavage on this girl 😵‍💫 she'd act all coy about it but loves it when people comment on how pretty she looks today,, bc she works hard for it and everyone should know! would def match her eyeshadow to her top <33 her hair would be black and curled, either short or long she looks great in both :)) binnie's a dress girl, she loves short bodycon dresses (n of course hidden underneath are her perky nipple piercings 🤭)

hyunjin would be the epitome of artsy elegance,, pretty silver rings adorning her long fingers. she keeps her hair short so it doesn't get in the way when she's painting. loves flowy oversized button ups that look like she stole them from someone else's closet. experiments with makeup sometimes but prefers to keep things more natural,, including her hair (but bleaches it sometimes). honestly looks like a dream whatever she wears <33

han would be right at home in leeknow's sweaters :)) sungie loves borrowing her friends' clothes. her style is similar to minho's but with some edgier street vibes thrown in,, like bucket hats and ripped jeans or cargo pants. goes through experimental phases (including a punk phase and dying her hair all colors of the rainbow) but always falls back on her comfy clothes <33 never goes far without her noise canceling headphones

felix likes expensive things,, likes them to be well fitted and neat. she loves soft n cute things too and often mixes aesthetics. a natural blonde <33 knows exactly what flatters her features (makeup, clothes, etc). could be wearing some high end jewelry paired with fluffy knee socks — anything she feels like,, and she looks amazing in it. bright and light colors look best on her but at night she'll turn up wearing a tiny black dress and make everyone do a double take 😵‍💫

seungmin breathes academia vibes! somewhere between light and dark academia, but always looking sharp and pristine. the kind of timeless beauty who knows how to accentuate her features,, with the perfect haircut (somewhere in the middle) and the right amount of makeup to make her beautiful face stand out. she'd wear tortoiseshell rimmed glasses,, a vintage pair she found in a shop downtown. lots of warm brown leather and tweed to finish off her daily look <33

i.n is on top of all the latest trends. she's just so cool 😫 her style is trendy but relaxed,, a city vibe with her oversized jackets and her shoe collection. rocks a bob or a ponytail like no other ! she buys vintage sometimes,, stuff like those 80s adidas jackets, seamlessly mixing them with her modern day sneakers. her style is very laid back but she knows how to dress up n loves a good red lip <33

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Burn Bright White - Chapter Two.

Previous Chapters - One

Tag list - In the comments. DM to be added/removed

Words - 2,464

Warnings - 18+ content, minors DNI! Also, while I have tried to remain as true to how Niklas is in reality as I can, I have to have a little creative freedom of my own with him in this. If you don’t like it, simply scroll on by. Bitching isn’t tolerated here. At all. Remember, it’s fiction, not a documentary ;) It’s also worth mentioning that while Taissa has qualities of being quite charming at times, she is not, by any means, a good person.

A quick Google search between her drops had alluded to just enough information on the man she’d dealt an eighth to earlier that evening in order to be armed appropriately. He had a nylon fetish, and liked it when women wore high heels. Two things she just so happened to be very fond of herself, too. Whether wearing them or seducing another woman in them. Often both.  

Make yourself prey, but always, without deviation, remain the hunter.  

Pulling her sleek, black BMW into the overnight carpark, she grabbed her bag and shoes (six-inch heels were not practical for driving) slipping her feet into them and buckling the straps, exiting her car. She paused, checking her reflection. Perfection, as always. Then again, prolific, well-connected drug dealers were never anything other than immaculate. They could afford to be. 

She’d chosen a tight, black dress short enough to show the lace tops of her nylons, the type that adhered to her long, toned legs without the need for a garter belt, her PVC pin heels echoing upon the concrete as she walked to the elevator. Once inside, she quickly re-glossed her lips, giving her long, loose curls a quick ruffle.  

“Lady, you look like walking sex,” she purred to her reflection, snapping her Chanel compact shut. “He doesn’t stand a chance.” 

And god, how he wouldn’t.  

The Roadhouse was a little low brow for her tastes, but at least the music would be decent, she reasoned. The doormen knew her well, too, let her deal in there for a very generous cut of the profits. In her world, everyone could be bought. Plus, wherever she went, there’d be a likely throng of people waiting to party with her.  

Hell, Taissa was the party. Young, rich and beautiful. Everyone wanted to gravitate in her orbit.  

“Hey sexy! Can I take you home?” a man hollered at her as soon as she was out on the street, her lip curling immediately. 

Spinning on a heel, she looked him up and down, smirking. “Stay in your lane, little boy. I’m too much woman for you.” 

His friends howled like wolves at her audacity, the man throwing a barrage of abuse she didn’t have the inkling or the time to give any kind of witty retort to, continuing her walk.  

“Evening, princess,” Oliver, one of said doormen welcomed her with, making a point to check her bag, of course ignoring the two ounces of cocaine in small wraps concealed within the middle pocket, and her ever present knuckle dusters. “Looking gorgeous, as ever. Have a good night.” 

Smiling, she pressed two fifties into his hand with a wink. “You too, Oli.” He held the door open for her, Taissa sauntering in with her usual feline glide, the music absolutely deafening. Ahhh, old school night. The pounding of Feed the Gods by nineties metal band White Zombie erupted in her ears as she strode for the bar, a few familiar faces turning to welcome her.  

She didn’t really have friends, more hangers on, but she liked the group who all greeted her enthusiastically.  

“Tai! Get over here!” Pieter, a very good-looking man who she knew well roared, kissing her cheek, Taissa beaming, reaching for his girlfriend and planting a kiss on her lips.  

“I’m stealing your girl. Look after my bag,” she began, clicking her fingers at the barman and pointing to the smooth, black wooden surface dividing them. “Jim Beam, two bottles.” 

Whatever the lady wanted, the lady got, two bottles of the aforementioned bourbon produced, the barman knowing of course she was good for it. As well as a very generous tip. Off she and Pieter’s girlfriend – a good-looking girl whose name she nearly always forgot – went, dancefloor bound. If she didn’t have almost every pair of male eyes upon her from the moment she’d strode in, she definitely did once she began to gyrate against the pretty redhead. A certain pair in particular. 

“Man, you need to turn around. Free show on the dancefloor. Fuck!” 

Sinking another shot of San Jose, Niklas turned to see what Bjorn and his elbow digging were alluding to, feeling his heart quicken in an instant. There she was, the blonde.  

“Hey, so are you gonna buy me a drink, or what?” 

Those words, cooed in his ear by a girl who’d attached herself to him as soon as he’d arrived at the bar barely registered in significance, not now he’d spotted the object of his extremely aroused desire a mere twenty feet away from him.  

“No.” 

Her mouth dropped open. “You’re an asshole.” 

“I am, now fuck off. You bore me.” He didn’t even look back at her to watch her storm away in a cloud of her own chagrin, his eyes locked onto the blonde, entranced, reaching for another of the many shots lined up and sinking it without tearing his gaze away. “You’re too attractive for your own good.” he muttered, feeling Bjorn nudging him again. 

“She’s fucking hot, huh?” 

His mouth twitched into a half-smile. “She’s definitely something.” 

“That's a very reserved statement for you, my friend,” he observed, taking a shot and knocking it back. 

“Trust me, what’s on my mind is not.” His words roused a booming laugh from his friend, Bjorn slapping him on the back, pulling him near to kiss his head.  

“Go get her, man! Because you don’t take a ride on that tonight, I sure as fuck will!” 

Niklas continued to watch, leaning closer to him. “She can come to me.”  

His stance flew in the face of what Taissa had told him, that he’d have to work for it, but he didn’t care. He had his ways. Besides, he knew what she was doing. He could see her making sure he was watching her dance wildly out of the corner of her eye, so simply turned his back and continued talking with his friend. 

He never said he wasn’t hard work, too. Her game was something he knew very, very well how to play. However, Taissa knew how to play it better, going about her night without giving him a second look, ensuring that as soon as he realised she was no longer actively seeking his attention, that was the exact thing she received.  

Being ignored did not sit well with him.  

“Tai, here,” the barman spoke, sliding over a tall shot glass across the bar a while later, jerking his head in the opposite direction. “From Kvarforth. On one condition; you have to drink it without using your hands.”  

Her eyebrows fluttered, her group making an array of interested noises at such a proposition, Taissa looking over at the man who’d bought it for her. She knew he’d find some way to get her attention, eventually. Holding her hair back, she leaned to the bar, wrapping her lips around the glass and straightening, the golden liquid tingling her throat as she swallowed it neatly.  

Niklas clapped casually, his mouth curling upward. He’d enjoyed watching that more than he thought he would, observing as she poured a shot of bourbon into the glass, picked up her bag and made her way over to him. Two could play his game, but she’d play it better.  

Arriving in front of him, she lifted the glass, sticking it between her tits, looking back up at him with a little smirk. “Now you drink it without using your hands.”  

Standing a little taller, his eyebrow rose a tad, a grin of mirth spreading across his face before he bent to her level, retrieved the glass with his mouth and swallowed back the contents. God, she had skin like a peach, sweet scented and smooth. He ignored the approving howling of Bjorn at the display of flirting, becoming lost in the pale blue of her eyes, his heartbeat jacking up with every thud. 

She held him there in a trance, reaching for him, her long nails curling at the sides of his neck as she leaned into to him, pressed her body against his, and promptly licked his cheek. 

“Mmm, you taste as good as you smell.”  

He leaned to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “I’m sure I could say the same about you, too.” 

“Would you like that?” she teased, leaning back, reining in his stare once more, watching him nod, about to speak. Any words he had were stolen from his throat as he observed her hand sliding down her body and under her dress, the noise of Bjorn going wild at his side, the thundering roar of music all fading as he watched in semi-disbelief as she pushed her hand into her underwear momentarily, and then her fingers into his mouth.  

If Taissa knew one thing well, if was how to make a man’s brain short circuit completely.  

Letting him suck on her fingers, a look of bliss spread across his face at the taste of her dancing over his tongue. Oh, she’d hooked him. Grasping his jaw, she yanked him to her level, pushing her tits against his chest, her teeth nipping his earlobe. “Now you know what you have to work for, so work for it.”  

Every girl in that club could have learned from her in the lesson ‘how to get Niklas Kvarforth’s attention in one easy move’, the man himself so aroused, he almost bit her fingers off.  

Yanking them from his mouth, she scowled, her hand striking his cheek in a hard slap that took him by surprise, but delighted him in equal measures. He enjoyed when women stood up to him, showed a little fire, weren’t as boring and predictable as the rest.  

“Work for it, big guy. Then you get to bite me.” Puckering her lips at him, she ran her fingernail along the curve of his jaw, turning and walking in that alluring glide towards the door. Pulling her cigarettes from her bag, she placed one between her lips, counting in her head. Five, four, three, two... 

A tattooed hand came into her line of vision, flicking his lighter for her. Sparks preceded the flame, lighting her cigarette before doing the same with his own, staring down at her. The taste of her still lingered on his tongue, acting like a drug, luring strongly, pulling him in.  

“Let's cut out all of this bullshit, huh? I want you, you want me, blah, blah blah. Let me take you home and trust me, that hard work you want? I’ll put it into making you come so many times, you can’t shut your legs.” 

“A bold statement,” she asserted, drawing on her cigarette languidly. 

His face didn’t flicker at all. "One I can back up. Trust me.” He leaned to her, his gaze predatory, hungry, almost wolf-like. “I would fucking ruin you, honey." 

She chuckled, teasing him by making a show of licking her highly glossed lips, letting him imagine it, how they’d feel all over him, especially sliding over the place her free hand reached to stroke. “Not before I ruin you, Niklas. Because I will, don’t say you weren’t warned.”  

“Doubtful, but I’ll look forward to you trying to prove that.” The tickle of her nails over his crotch had him rapidly hardening, Taissa impressed at what she could feel gaining thickness and heat against her touch.  

“You probably will, but not tonight.” 

“Then when?” he asked, his hand gliding down her bare arm. It sent an instant shiver through her. She wouldn’t be easily swayed, though. No matter how electrifying his touch. If that was how it felt when he stroked her arm... 

Her hand grasped, squeezing his cock, placing a kiss full of syrupy heat at the side of his tattooed throat, a faint, soft little moan of approval at his hardness fluttering against his neck. How he could have mauled the skin from her bones in that very moment.  

“When you work for it.” 

He chuckled deep in his throat, a low, predatory rumble, eyes glinting. “Little girl, unless you like being burned, don’t play with fire.” 

Of course, she had an answer for him, her face nearing his once more, just enough to make him yearn for it, crave the kiss she wouldn’t grant. “Niklas, please. I am the fire.” 

Turning, she left him there feeling like his blood was scorching a rapid trajectory through his veins, heartbeat thundering in his ears as she whistled sharply, holding her hand out to hail a passing taxi. She jumped in without looking back once, gone into the night, leaving her target there exactly how she desired him to be. Frustrated.  

That frustration spurred him into action. Back into the club he went, finding the next most attractive woman in there.  

“Wanna fuck me?” 

“Yes.”  

Easy, willing, boring. But it was what he needed after the thorough stirring he’d received, taking the girl home and fucking her so hard, he was surprised he didn’t break the bed. Or her. All the time, too, it wasn’t the pretty, raven-haired woman he was with that he imagined. In his mind, all he saw was himself fucking the blonde. And he would. Eventually. Maybe sooner than he thought.  

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this as a part of my falltober fics, I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x gn!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

Day 24: Witchy

Warnings: smut (18+)

If you were honest you loved Nat in lingerie, but you generally liked to explore in the bedroom.

You had tried a lot of things, leather, latex, spanking and a few toys, all of which were fun to play with.

The two of you were quite open about what you were into with each other, which meant that you occasionally managed to pleasantly surprise each other.

With Halloween just around the corner you had casually dropped that you quite liked witches, the sexy version of them.

Nat simply grinned quietly and you knew she was making a mental note for sometime later.

A few days later you returned from work to find Nat’s car already in the driveway, which was a surprise on its own because Nat was never this early.

When you entered the house you heard music play in the bedroom, and you followed it to find Nat sitting on your duvet.

She was wearing nothing but black lace, a garter belt, stockings and a witch’s hat, which immediately had you lick your lips.

You immediately stepped out of your shoes, moving towards Nat and reaching out to caress her cheek below the hat.

Your girlfriend was so beautiful herself but the lace just amplified her natural beauty.

It hugged her curves perfectly, her breasts protruding from the partly see-through material and you were almost sure you could see her areolas through the delicate material.

“Welcome home, baby,” she whispered, purposely fluttering her eyelashes, and you had to chuckle at how your breath caught in your throat.

You were so easy to manipulate when it came to her, and you already felt heat rise in your stomach and cheeks.

“Thank you for the welcome, baby,” you answered.

You moved in to lower your lips to hers, caressing the sides of her face as your lips moved against each other.

Any time Nat kissed you you felt like your brain was deprived of oxygen.

You always felt high on her love, but she had reassured you that she felt just the same.

You were on your knees before you knew it, kissing down between her breasts and her stomach until you met the edge of her panties, looking up at her and earning a gentle whimper in return.

It made your heart flutter so you allowed your hands to follow their instinct, roaming from her bra down to her panties and dipping inside.

You watched as she bit her bottom lip in response, trying to keep quiet while you played with her.

Pulling down her panties you left a salve of kisses on the inside of her thighs, until you reached her core.

You craved to taste her so you dove right in, receiving an almost obscene moan as she threw her head back, knocking the hat she was still wearing off her head.

Her moans as well as the restricted airflow as she wrapped her thighs around her head made you lightheaded, and you lost yourself in her taste and the sounds she made.

You could feel her twitch around you and every twitch felt like a praise to you.

You loved tasting her so much so that you did it often, and you had had a lot of practice on her.

You knew exactly how to flick your tongue to earn loud moans and how to work her to an orgasm.

You did so expertly and Nat once again threw her head back as she reached her peak, arching her back as her beautiful dark hair spilled onto the mattress.

She dug her nails into your shoulders and you pulled up for air briefly, leaving her time to recover as you made your way back up her body, kissing along her navel and valle of her breasts until you reached her lips.

She was beautiful and in her blissed out state she was nothing short of mesmerizing.

After a few seconds Nat rolled you over so she was on top, a daring grin spreading over her face as she let her hands roam over your body.

“Imagine what magical things I can do for you. It’s time for the season of the witch,” she chuckled, and you just leaned back and relaxed.

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[confundida25]

I need to talk about them, so lets talk about them!

First of all, i love them, i love the modern clothes, i love the vibe, the dancing theme, everything!

The consistecy! Irida look so cute, so unbelievable cute, i adore the black top and the weird sleeves over the top, in the animation of the dancing you can tell they are two different pieces, wich is complete in brand with Irida honestly bizarre original outfit, she like the overintricade clothes, The golden belt is nice but what really sell the look for me are the big chunky shoes. Irida IS the girls with the big chunky shoes, i love that that prevails no matter what she is wearing. Same for the shorts, she is a short girl, i bet she is hot and swety for all the dance and Irida just hate it so her body need to breathe, good for her. Also also the cherry on top is the little bow in her head, cute, young, fresh, honestly she is the moment.

I like that is not her normal shade of pink, is slighly different so its feel similar but not like if she is force to only wear one color. the color match with her zoroark companion not exactly with her original palet.

In resume Irida look like a real girl in a modern dance competition, i could see a teenager using this for an event. Also the alternative colors are really nice, the purple is cool. 10/10

I must admit im not a huge fan of Adaman´s outfit. Im sorry, he look like a secondary caracther in a 90´s movie. still handsome and everything, but because is him. The jacket over the hodie, is not very inspired and i don´t understeand the sun print over his chest?? like what are those??. The blue is just his normal shade of blue... and the black is like... ok i guess. What i really like is the detail of the necklace, i feel like that is on brand with his style, the sligly high hairstyle and what i think is a watch on his wrist?? Adaman should wear a watch, one of those super precise conect with a satelite kind of watch and he should be unsefearable because of that.

Also also, the alternative yellow version is hideous.

Adaman is a like a 7/10. i have seen better fanarts of modern clothes for him, still fun tought.

In resume, i love them and i envy all of you for having a good phone that allow you to play the game. I scream when i saw the video and hear their voices, i can´t belive they have voices.

[tryslora]

Post-convention -- Albacon

A couple of weeks ago I attended Albacon in Clifton Park, NY.

I’ve been a part of this convention since we brought it to life in 1996, so it holds a special place in my heart. It has always been tiny, which is both frustrating (hard to keep a con afloat when it’s always running barely in the black) and wonderful (want to meet a guest and chat informally? there are so few folks around, just hang out…).

The entire convention is maybe 120ish people on site. We have two programming rooms and a reading room. We have a dealers’ row (this year we only had two vendors, unfortunately). We have a social space con suite and a gaming room. Our convention is fully hybrid. For unofficial spaces, there is the lobby (many folks hang out in these cool high-backed chairs that sway back and forth—we love these chairs), and the patio with a huge fire pit.

I get frustrated as hell helping bring this convention to life, and at the same time, I always enjoy myself there.

This year, our on-site Guests of Honor were Elizabeth Bear and Scott Lynch, and our Fan Guest of Honor was Geri Sullivan. Our online Guest of Honor was Cory Doctorow.

I did a reading and four panels, and enjoyed all of them. I also got to spend time with Bear, who I’ve known for years (since before I had my kids) and finally got to know Scott a bit. And same with Geri—I’ve known her for years but never really got to talk before. I spent both evenings of the convention out at the fire pit, just chattering away and catching up with Bear. So lovely.

One of the other lovely things about the convention is that for the first time in decades, I decided to dress up. I rewarded myself with a shopping binge for things that I could pull together with things I already owned and create a set of outfits. One of them will continue to be worked on because I need to build some cosplay accessories to make an OC “retired magical girl” outfit. Like. If I’m gonna dye my hair and not need a wig, I need to use this to my advantage, right???

Keep reading past the read-more for pictures of cosplay and information about the panels!

The first one was Friday night—an all in black outfit with an off-the-shoulder long-sleeved “pirate” top with a waist-cinched belt, jeans, and cute low boots. On Saturday I wore a black long jacket and vest top over black leggings and combat boots for a vaguely military look. I want to add steam-punk elements to that one, I think. And Sunday was magical girl day with an under-bust corset vest, a red pirate top, and a mini skirt, fishnets, and sparkly high heeled shoes. The secret to the heels? They are Skechers and so comfortable I can literally run in them. But they are also SPARKLY. I need to make bracers, flowers for my hair, a choker, and a staff for that outfit before it’s done.

Anyway, these will go to other conventions with me, along with my vest + long-sleeved shirts outfits, and t-shirts for when my brain is DONE with costuming.

As for programming… my reading was… uh… not attended. :D I performed well for the recording, and hopefully some folks happened to catch it afterwards online! I read the first part of my short story “A Bright and Clouded Future” which will be appearing in the Yay! All Queer anthology from Inkd Publishing. 

Saturday’s panel on tropes was a blast, and the one on relationships beyond romance was everything I had hoped it would be. Saturday evening I moderated a panel on new SF voices from around the world, and the first thing we agreed on is that these voices aren’t new, they are simply finally being recognized which is important. We also talked a lot about translations and how translators can help bring these voices to the English-speaking world, particularly for short stories.

Sunday’s panel was fun—it was about how we found fandom, and things that we wished we’d known, and how things have changed. Of the five members of the panel, I was the only one who entered fandom as a tween and who grew up in fandom as a cis female. We had a lot of fun going back and forth, and I was really impressed at how positive it was. I also made a friend, meeting someone who grew up in fandom at the same time I did, at the same cons I did, and somehow we’d never known each other. So that was really awesome and I look forward to seeing them again in the future (and online! Hi!!!).

This year we wisely took the Monday after the convention off from work and I was very very relieved we did. At that point, it had been two weeks of complete chaos in life and work and family, and I needed that break. It was nice to just… rest… and get the chores done, obviously, since we hadn’t been home for it.

Going back to the cosplay… I think the last time I cosplayed I was in my 20s. Like. More than 30 years ago. I haven’t had the confidence, or the ability to see characters in the mirror until recently. This felt like returning to myself and becoming a person who has been hiding so far in my subconscious that I wasn’t sure she’d ever come back. I am so thankful to have been able to do that. I am also glad that I made the decision to combine my fandom and professional lives. I don’t think I could go to conventions as a pure professional—too many people have known me since I was 12. But I am thankful for all of those fandom connections, too, and it’s like seeing family when we go to conventions. I’m also learning that there are people who are happy to help as we branch out into more conventions, and help me reach out to get on programming, which I need for my career.

Our next convention won’t be until February, when we head to Boston for Boskone. I’m already excited for that one—I was chatting with folks at Albacon about potential ideas for things I can do on programming. It’s going to be fun.

And that’s the best part—this aspect of my professional life is fun. Scary sometimes, but in the end, enjoyable. And that’s great.

[hevanderson]

hi. take some glestern style descriptions. also i must preface by saying this is NOT historically accurate nor is it meant to be. this is based off of vibes alone. thumbs up

quinn: early on, she wears very modest outfits. high collars and skirts that go to the ankles. flat shoes. long sleeves and/or impractical lacy gloves. light colors, particularly blue and white. long hair, either all down or partially up and partially down. cross necklace is always on. classy, expensive looking jewelry, particularly bracelets. later, she wears pants that are clearly second-hand and in relatively poor condition, stolen. big, button up work shirts that are also not in the best shape. the buttons are never fully buttoned. her hair is now short, think her season 3 hair or s2 new york hair. no more cross necklace, and minimal jewelry, if any at all. more durable shoes meant for working. a belt with a holster to carry a gun. carries more practical gloves in the pocket of her pants. darker color schemes with a lot of neutrals. most of her clothes have some visible stress on them

santana: darker colors. a decent mix of tight and loose clothing– usually, her tops are tighter and her bottoms are looser. big fan of shorts and shorter skirts. moveability is a priority for her. likes necklaces, but doesnt own many. the ones she own are from her family and tend to somewhat clash with her outfits but she wears them anyway because she loves her family. ties her hair up when working, high ponytail, no bangs. when shes working with sue's gang, she layers up as best as she can and goes for all loose clothing so its easier to move and sneak around. her hair is tied into a low ponytail to keep it out of her face. at work and in everyday, she wears boots with a mild heel, but when shes on duty for sue she wears discreet flat shoes to avoid making sounds. for the same reason, she also doesnt wear jewelry while working with sue's gang

puck: dark colors. darker blue jeans that have been worn quite a bit. rips in the jeans. black cowboy boots are always on, and are rather simple with no designs in them. shaved head. off duty, he occasionally wears a cowboy hat. he wears button ups that are, of course, never fully (or at all) buttoned. the sleeves to these shirts are often rolled up to his forearms. tattoos on his arm, hand-done of course, random doodles he thinks make him look badass. always has a gun in his belt holster, conveniently placed right in front of his crotch. gross

tina: dark colors strike again, but her outfits have accents of blue. gloves, dyed black leather with the occasional lace. high collared shirts paired with intricate silver necklaces, usually adorned with blue gems. long, ruffled skirts. her outfits between working and day to day dont change much, although she sometimes will wear subtley striped black pants when working. always in heeled boots with looping stitched details in blue thread. her hair is plain back and usually down, but, occasionally when shes working at the saloon, she'll pull it into a low ponytail or braids. wears a black leather crossbody satchel. no guns on her but just in case she does carry around a small knife with a sheath

brittany: finally a break from dark colors. brittany primarily wears whites and lighter colors, particularly blues, pinks, and oranges. a wide collection of white shirts she's customized, either intentionally or unintentionally– grass stains, paint splatters, patterns stitched into her shirts. she keeps it loose. overalls enjoyer, usually wears a blue pair that have doodles and practice stitches all over them. she generally prefers pants and shorts, and usually wears light blue denim. if she does wear a skirt, it is flowy but not long, and must have some form of pattern on it (she likes florals the most). her hair is equally spent down as it is spent up; either, it is everywhere and flowing freely (usually when shes just out and about), but when working on her farm or performing she ties it up into a high ponytail, but leaves her bangs out (think her early s2 bangs). when shes working for sue, she borrows clothes from santana. she also ties her hair into a ponytail and pins it into a large, rather impractical, hat she wears. her gang clothes are dark, both to obscure her identity and to give her more security under darkness

mercedes: glamorous and colorful. the largest parts of her outfits are usually black or dark brown, but anything else is bursting with color. when performing, she wears darker high-low skirts with ruffles in purples, pinks, and reds depending on the costume. more corset-like tops that have ruffles lining the top and spilling over onto the off-the-shoulder sleeves. feathery headbands. gloves that stop at her wrists and are complimented by bejeweled bracelets. tights with some subtle patterns in them in a darker version of what her outfit's accent color is. tall boots that are just a little impractical to walk in. when shes off duty, she still wears skirts, and they range from stopping at her mid-thigh to coming down to her ankles. flat shoes that are comfortable to walk in. she wears the same bracelets, but loses her gloves and headband. her shirts have a similar construction to her performance ones, corest-y and off the shoulder, but when shes just lounging around or creating costumes she wears more relaxed tops– button ups and things like that. no matter what, though, she likes to have a lot of color. her hair, both on and off duty, is most similar to her s1 pilot hairstyle. no weapons, she tries to be a pacifist when she can

sam: light colors, but a bit less soft than brittany's color schemes. cool colors, blues and greens with some greys. his hair is similar to late s2. king of plaid button ups, and he wears them buttoned to the very top bc he takes his job as sheriff seriously. occasionally wears a grey cowboy hat that has his name stitched into the inside of it (courtesy of mercedes). his shirt is always tucked into his blue jeans, which have very faint grass stains and places that look like theyre on the verge of tearing. brown cowboy boots always. if he wants to class his outfit up, and he does abkut 50% of the time, he'll pair his shirt with a brown leather vest and, of course, a bolo tie. he also wears a belt with a medium sized round belt buckle. he has a holster on his belt but rarely has a gun in it because he honestly hates resorting to violence despite his job

[chatterbox-73]

Twelve days of Smutcember 2022.

Day 1 - The Holiday Special.

Eren Jeager/Reiner Braun x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Smutcember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Smutcember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

I think it’s important to note, I might be a person who celebrates Christmas, however I know not everyone does so I won’t/try not to mention or reference any particular festive holiday in these one shots, out of respect for everyone.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: you and your boyfriend decide you film a holiday special for your OF account, you both decide to seek out help from a friend, however the both of you get a little too carried away.

Word count: 1.7k

CW: eating cum, degradation, filming/pr*n, SW!reader/Eren/Reiner, roleplay, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), face fucking, swearing, unprotected sex and threesum. Modern AU

The holiday season was a stressful time for you and Eren, your families always wanted the both of you for Christmas and your videos were in high demand, however this year you and Eren decided to only post one relatively long video for the holiday season called… ‘The Holiday Special’… because it was your first time doing something like this the both of you wanted to do something different and so, after a long discussion you and Eren asked a close friend of the both of you if he’d be willing to work on this ‘project’ with the both of you.

You sat on the couch debriefing Reiner on his cues, while he nodded along taking everything in, “any questions?” You asked and Reiner nodded his head, “with the photos, when will I know to take them” he leaned back on the sofa and tugged on his sleeve, “Eren will say when we need to take pictures and usually we’ll stop what we’re doing and he’ll tell us how to pose or what to take a picture of… we also take pictures before we start filming and after we finish” you explained and the man thanked you for clarifying, “we should probably go get dressed” you smiled before getting up off the couch and heading to the bathroom.

You stood in the doorway watching Eren and Reiner take pictures sitting on the bed, both man were dressed in Santa costumes… wearing black boots, red pants held up by a black belts, large Santa’s coat open and exposing their chests and finally a Santa’s hat… you smiled as you watched them both pose for the photos, however your entertainment was short lived as Eren noticed you and signalled for you to come sit on the bed, as you sat on the bed Eren instructed you to take off the robe you had on and lay on the bed so he could get photos of you.

Twenty minutes had passed by as Eren took photo after photo of you and Reiner, “baby, I’m getting cold… can we start now” you whined, sitting up on your legs and arms folded under your breasts effectively pushing them up, Eren looked up from the camera, he hummed and tilted his head, “keep your arms folded under your breasts like that little elf” he whispered and took one more picture before setting the camera on the tripod and pressing the record button. You stood up off the bed and moved off to the side as both the man sat on the end of the bed, you were then signalled to start. You walked into view of the camera, swaying your hips, you knelt down next Reiner’s leg and rested your arms on the top of she thigh, Reiner ran a hand over the top of your head and down to your pointed prosthetic ear, “hi, little elf” he smiled down at you. You weren’t wearing much but what you were wearing was somewhat of an elf costume, you had pointy ears, green and red lace bracelet with a little gold bell sewed on in between the cups, a green and red g-string, green and red striped thigh high socks and green high with a little gold bell glued to the end of each shoe, along with your little costume you also had your makeup done to match… green and red eyeshadow, black wing, heavy blush and a bold red lip, you really did look like an elf, less so like one of Santa’s little helpers and more so like a kinky ‘Lord Of The Rings’ elf, but an elf nonetheless.

Eren grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet before guiding you between his open legs and turning you around to face the camera, your boyfriend then got you to take a few steps forward before he bent you over and grabbed your ass, you heard both men muttering to each other before you felt a hand pull the string of your thong aside, you were then tugged to the side slightly. “So cute and tight” hummed Eren and watched at Reiner buried his face into your cunt, you gasped at the feeling of the sudden contact to your entrance, you turned back and ran your fingers into Reiner’s hair as your moaned, “how’s she taste? Sweet?” Eren chuckled as he leant back and rubbed the front of his pants, Reiner hummed this caused you the bite your lip and cuss as your legs slightly buckled, you felt yourself edging closer to release until Reiner pulled away and gave you a small smack on your ass, “lay down on the bed” he said as he shuffled back towards the headboard.

You laid down on your back and felt Eren grab you to shift your body, so you’d be laying on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the bed, “little elf… little elf… time to please us… spread those legs and open that mouth” Eren said in a sing-song voice as he unbuckled his belt, your boyfriend pulled his large erection from his pants and flopped it on your face, before giving your cheek a few slaps with it, you poked your tongue out and gave his tip a kitten lick before letting out an exaggerated moan, “spread those sexy legs” he demanded as he gave you one more slap with his member. You held your legs tightly together as you reached down and grabbed the waistband of your thong, you raised your legs slightly as you pulled the thong down your thighs, past your knees, down your legs and off your ankles, once the thong was off you straightened your legs up in the air before opening them as wide as you could without any strain. Reiner took a sharp breath in and you giggled before taking Eren’s member in one hand while sucking on his tip and tracing your finger tip down your tight until you reach your entrance, only to then spread your folds apart, “here, get a video of this” Eren passed Reiner a phone. The man clicked record and started filming you before Eren silently signalled for him to take out his member, while still focusing the camera on your body Reiner unbuckled his pants and pulled out his raging boner, before rubbing his tip between your folds as Eren instructed, you moan and wiggled your hips “come inside me…” you spoke breathlessly looking directly into the camera, Reiner prodded at your entrance “I don’t know… have you been good enough?” He questioned and Eren laughed, “look at her does she look like a good girl?” He quipped and the other man gave a slow head shake, “of course not… we’ll just have to fuck her raw” he smirked and quickly slide inside you, your eyes rolled back as the sensation of his member forcing its way through your walls. Reiner’s dick was pretty much different from Eren, Reiner’s dick stood off to the side and curved up, it was about an inch shorter then Eren’s but noticeable thickness with just as many veins, Reiner also had a thick curly carpet of blonde pubs, whereas your boyfriend was well trimmed. Eren grabbed your face and pushed it back to the hanging position, before roughly trusting into your mouth, you gagged still not quite use to this position and certainly not use to getting it both ends, you heard Reiner groan and drop the phone onto the bed, before roughly grabbing your thighs, “uhh fuck, she’s good” he moaned and you felt yourself clench, which caused Reiner to moan louder.

Eren wasn’t much of a moaner, he’d groan and growl, but never moan or whine and surprisingly Reiner’s moaning happened to turn both you and Eren on even more.

“Shit…! She’s squeezing me tight” Reiner whine and you felt Eren twitch, “you sound so fucking sweet” your boyfriend groaned as he leant over and grabbed the back of Reiner’s neck before kissing him deeply, you moaned feeling the knot in your stomach tighten before the band snapped and you came, you let out a loud moan and your cunt clenched. “Oh holy fuck… I’m gonna..” Reiner moaned holding your hips tight, “do it… cum inside my skank’s pussy” Eren demands the other man and held the back of his neck looking into his eyes, while still fucking your throat. Reiner kissed Eren again as he painted your walls with his hot release, pulling back Eren grabbed a hold of your breasts before giving a last couple of thrust before pulling out and cumming on your neck and chest, you gasped as your boyfriend took a step back and grabbed the phone Reiner discarded earlier, he took a few photos before hitting the record button. “Lick it up” Eren demanded as he grabbed a hold of his member and watched as Reiner leant down and licked the cum off your chest and neck giving your nipples a suck as he cleaned you off with his tongue, however just before the man could pull away your boyfriend stopped him, “you’re not done” he hummed as he stepped closer again, holding his hard cock in front of his face. Reiner took Eren’s tip in his mouth before gagging as he thrust it into his mouth, you lick the underside of Eren’s member as you watch the other man struggle to take it.

“Alright that’s enough… we’re done” Eren chuckles and pulled away, however before Reiner could pull away your wrapped your arms around his neck, “how does it taste?” You giggled and stick your tongue out, Reiner smiles and gives you a sloppy tongue filled kiss, sucking on his tongue and wrapping your legs tightly around his wrist, you gasped as you felt Reiner thrust his hip “don’t get carried away or you’ll regret it…” the man pulled out of you before grabbing your face and turning your face towards a very pissed off Eren, “…because he doesn’t look too happy about your misbehaving” he hummed in your ear before pulling away and getting off the bed.

“You’re in for it now skank…” Eren growled and roughly yanked you off the bed by your arm, before turning his head to Reiner “you wanna see how the boss disciplines his naughty little elves…?” He asked as he looked back down at you and pulled off his belt.

Day 2: Cold air and Warm eyes - Tomura Shigaraki

Smutcember masterlist.

[pixiestein]

my first meowlody & purrsephone designs vs my second designs

i usually don’t like to post my drawings but idk i just rlly enjoy the progress btwn these two designs. im gonna explain my thought processes but im sooo sleepy so bear with me & my rambling or scroll on if u want :3

at first i thought- they’re tuxedo cats, it would be cool to incorporate tuxedo jackets into their outfits! but yeah, i couldn’t figure out how to integrate fancy suit jackets into the casual styles that i wanted for them. maybe i’ll do a formal design w tuxes later but it’s jus not working for this one. most of my version of monster high is based mainly on gen 1 with aspects of gen 3 & ofc my own thoughts. so that’s what i’m going for here. i love meowlodys hair buns in g3 so i wanted both of them to have buns, one up & one down. g3 also inspired the doc martin style boots & using the yarn as shoelaces. i wanted to keep the stripy hair from g1, as well as have them wear the same skirt in different colours like in g1. & ofc the tuxedo jackets styled differently w different tops. as for the tops themselves idk…purrsephones was a bit thrown together based on the tuxedo theme, but for meowlody i knew i wanted a mock neck bodysuit, which didn’t work well w the tux look bc there wasn’t room for a tie. so i gave her a bolo tie type thing w yarn but ehhh. it doesn’t look right. i also knew i wanted each girl to have a different cat toy accessory, & a feather toy seemed like a good choice but i couldn’t think of another. so purrsephone ended up with those like, tube thingies that have holes for cats to play in? those weird things? she has one of those as an arm cuff & at the top of her boots. yeah idk why i thought that would look good. but anyway, i wanted more yarn in the outfits so i gave them yarn belts but it just looked weird!! i made the ball of yarn the belt buckle but it looks so clunky right there in the middle of the waist. they also needed to share more of their colours to look more cohesive w each other.

so for the second design i put the ‘ball’ part of the belt on the side so that the string is hanging down around the hips. & i thoughtit was important for the belt yarn to match the shoelace yarn bc it looks wrong for ver1 meowlody to have orange yarn in her belt & tie but black+red yarn on her shoes.

i eventually decided the structure of their outfits would be bodysuit + partial skirt with different clothes on their limbs. they have silver bands throughout both of them (main belts, boots, meowlodys collar & purrsephones bracelets) each band having studs that match their respective yarn colours. again, i wanted them to accessorize with different cat toys, but looking at the g3 designs i remembered about bells! duh. so i gave meowlody little bells-on her collar, earring, & hanging from her belt- because meowlody is the more mischievous sister & generally when a cat is too mischievous they put a bell on their collar to make it harder for them to hunt. idk why that’s what i thought of but it’s funny to think her parents made her wear bells bc she kept sneaking up on ppl & scaring them or smth 😭😭 meowlody is the softer sister so she got the feathers :P on her belt & earring.

they each have a silver earring & a fish skeleton earring, meowlodys black & purrsephones white. the soles of their shoes also have the design of ribs on the sides, which would extend with the rest of the fish skeleton on the bottom of the boot. the soles are opposite colours to the fish earrings & match their hair, with meowlodys white & purrsephones black, so the very top of their heads match the bottom of their feet. the toes of the shoes also have the shape of the top of a cats head. the fish imagery is also in the centre of purrsephones mock neck bodysuit, with a zipper down the fish spine.

as for the main pieces, both wear short bodysuits. purrsephones is a sleeveless high neck, with her arms covered by detached arm sleeves. meowlodys is a scoop neck with a high neck long sleeve shrug overtop leaving just a bit of space btwn the bottom of the shrug & top of the bodysuit. purrsephones bodysuit is orange with her sleeves & tights being white with black stripes. this is reversed in meowlody, who has a black bodysuit with white stripes with orange sleeves & tights. so their bodysuits+sleeves+tights are different but balanced. one has patterned bodysuit & solid coloured limbs, while the other has solid coloured bodysuit with patterned limbs. i try to avoid using a lot of patterns, bc i find too many patterns esp when they’re close together is just annoying to my eyes & makes everything look super busy. i think one of my mistakes with ver1 was not using any patterns though. i think the mirrored stripe patterns on ver2 are one of the things that rlly brings it together, both individually & as a pair.

+ just extra thoughts, ik their official designs have white stripes on their limbs, but i wanted them to look like real tuxedo cats, whose white patches are usually on the tips of their paws, tip of their tail, & the centre of the face extending down their chest. so those are the markings i gave them even tho it’s hard to see w their feet being covered & most of their hands being covered. also just wanna say!!!!! i just love designing monster high characters!!!! i’ve been doing it most of my life & it’s so incredibly important to me!!!!! that’s why i don’t usually share them lol, it feels like sharing part of my soul. but it brings me so much joy even tho my hand hurts & im sleepy, i rlly need to get better at digital art so that i can post drawings that don’t get ruined by my shitty phone camera😭😭 speaking of which here’s a terrible terrible guy who interrupted the photos:

[animaginaryartblog]

[Image ID: Two images, each with two designs, top and bottom, for a Sonic fan character. The character is a short, rotund older woman, with ash grey hair and pale skin. Her name is Evy Munanev, aka Dr. Rotbane.

In the first set, her hair is pulled into a braided beehive. The top design has her in a tight green tailcoat with pink sleeves, a flared pink mantle around her shoulders, and a pink sash around her waist. She also wears green gloves and boots and black pants. A silver broach, in the dagger-like shape of the titan arum flower, sits at her chest. A white gas mask hides her face.

In the bottom design, she wears a shorter coat, white in front and black in the back. She has flared, almost petal-shaped sleeves and pants, both pink. A similarly petal-shaped pink mantle frames her head. A large green flower broach sits on her chest. She still wears green gloves and shoes, but the shoes are smaller, not high-heeled boots like before. She no longer has a gas mask, but instead a pair of black glasses.

In the second set, Evy's hair is now died pink and cut in a triple mohawk. She also green vine tattoos patterning her skin. The top design has her wearing an open green vest over a loose pink dress. On top of the vest she has black shoulder pads with white, thorn-like spikes. Similarly spiked black bands surround her wrists and ankles, as well as crossing her waist like bandolier belts. She wears green gloves and boots; the boots have spiked bottoms, like cleats.

In the bottom design, the gas mask has been swapped for black glasses, revealing the green vine tattoos on her face. She retains the vest and spiked shoulder pads, but the dress has been swapped out for a baggy black shirt over flared pink sleeves and pants. She still wears green, spiked shoes, but they are no longer heeled boots. /end ID]

When creating my Blaze-focused Sonic Prime AU (more on that in a bit), I took the time to finally take a swing at a design for the Sol Dimension Egg(wo)man I've been contemplating for a while now. I've always been annoyed we've never gotten any female Sol Dimension villains, even though by all rights there should be an abundance of them. Sonic and Tails each get female counterparts with unique designs, personalities, and relationship dynamics, but when it comes to Eggman we get... a palette swap? who isn't even actually from the Sol Dimension?? hello???

I'm still working out her design and personality, but these are some of the concepts I've drawn up so far. the points I am settled on are that she's a rotund older woman with plant-theming. her birth name is Evy Munanev; her villain title is either Dr. Rotbane or Dr. Rotbloom, I haven't decided.

more on the design process below

so. Solegg. my first order of business was swapping out the Egg for something different but adjacent. I picked a seed, which ended up being more of a general plant-theming. I think it could make a nice counterpoint to Eggman's primarily animal-themed robots.

I specifically modeled her after the corpse flower - or rather, corpse flowers, since apparently there are two notable flowers called that, the titan arum and the giant padma. Both are found in Indonesia, fittingly enough, since that's usually the real-world analog I draw on for Blaze's homeland. The top design in the first image is based on the titan arum, while the design at the bottom is based on the giant padma.

for the other elements of her design, I tried matching it to Blaze the same way Eggman's design matches Sonic's. Like how Eggman's primary color is one of Sonic's secondaries (red), Rotbane's primary color comes from Blaze's pink secondaries. Black is her secondary color, same as Eggman, because y'know. Villains.

Finally, the name. As far as Eggman's "real" name goes, the -nik suffix is Slavic/Russian, while Robotnik in particular is a Slavic (specifically Polish) term. apparently. his first name, Ivo, is used in a lot of languages, but if cross-referencing with his relatives, Gerald and Maria, narrows it down to German or Dutch. that said, according to the Sonic wiki the name "Ivo" actually came from a developer's sister's Croatin boyfriend, so. that's a thing. the other factors in the name selection were that it sounds kinda like "evil", as well as being the Latin word for eggs spelled backward.

All that said! I made the Solegg Dutch because of the Indonesia connection. I went with the Dutch name Evy because it also sounds like evil, plus bears some resemblance to ivy. I gave her the last name Munanev, which is venenum (Latin for poison or venom) backwards.

finally, I picked Rotbane as her nickname because it sounds cool, reflects the plant-theming, and has some of the same punchiness as Eggman. I'm also considering Rotbloom, haven't decided yet.

[Image ID: Four black-and-white sketches of Evy Munanev, the OC described above. In the top left Evy in her mohawk-design leans to the side, hips thrust forward and grinning. In the bottom left Evy stands next to an unimpressed (and considerably taller) Eggman, grinning as she strikes a pose. In the bottom right, Evy stands next to Blaze, who is only a little shorter. Evy grins at Blaze while Blaze glares at her, arms folded. Evy's hair is poofier and squarer, like a sleeker beehive. In the top right, Evy has the same square hairdo, but now wears her gas mask as well. /end ID]

[hanafubukki]

Follow up because I was afraid the last one would get to long.

Idea 1 : Dorm Leader Uniform: A ruffled white shirt with a black bowknot that has a red jewel encased in gold looped in, a burgundy capelet that has gold embroidery, a knee-length burgundy skirt that is decorated with navy blue frills at the bottom, a black belt with a gold buckle, opaque charcoal gray tights, and gold heels. The uniform is accessorized with a burgundy wide-brimmed hat that is decorated with a blue rose and gold trimmings, ruby teardrop earrings, and black gloves.

Students' Uniform: A white shirt with a black tie or bowknot under a gold-embroidered burgundy suit or a burgundy knee-length dress decorated with a navy blue sash tied into a bow in the back and a white petticoat. Both versions include a burgundy beret adorned with a dark blue bow on the left.

Idea 2: Dorm Leader's Uniform: A very dark blue, strapless, shin-length dress that has a sweetheart neckline and multiple layers of maroon tulle underneath. Over this, the dorm leader wears a muted blue bolero with 3/4 sleeves and a very dark blue cape with silver epaulettes and tassels that reaches past the knees. Covering the dorm leader's legs are sheer black pantyhose and black and silver stiletto heels. The uniform is accessorized with a very dark blue witch's hat that is adorned with a dark red ribbon that is tied into a bow on the right side, black gloves that go past the elbows, and water droplet-shaped sapphire earrings encased in silver.

Students' Uniform: A white buttoned up shirt with black vambraces, a white jabot, and a dark red ribbon-like tie, a black vest with four silver buttons, and a very dark blue capelet with silver embroidery worn over the student's shoulders. The bottoms can either be a high-waisted very dark blue knee-high skirt or long pants, and, finally, black hosiery and shoes of the student's choice.

Idea 3: Dorm Leader's Uniform: A strapless half white (top) half dark blue (bottom) dress embroidered in rose gold that goes past the knee and has a dark red petticoat. Worn over it is a short navy blue cloak with a deep red interior that turns darker towards the end, is trimmed in rose gold and held together with a clasp that is made up of two circular red jewels encased in rose gold and a short rose gold chain. The dorm leader completes the uniform with black tights and black high heels. Her accessories include dark red teardrop-shaped earrings, a navy blue witch's hat that is trimmed in black and colored dark red on the inside, and elbow-length black gloves.

Students' Uniform: A white dress shirt with either dark blue dress pants or a dark blue skirt that with a white petticoat that flares above the knees, a very dark blue (almost black) vest with three silver buttons, black hosiery of the student's choice, and black ankle-high boots. Over the uniform, students wear a navy blue capelet with rose gold trim that matches the dorm leader's cloak albeit it lacks the dark red interior and is held together with a simple button instead of an ornate clasp.

Hello Witchy Anonie 💚🌷💞

Wait?? Omg??? These are amazing!! I really like idea 2 and 3 dorm, the latter especially because gradient dresses are very pretty.

Navy or burgundy colors are so nice! They would go great as student uniforms.

Capelets are one of my fave designs 💞💞💞 I wish I could see more art with them. It’s very cute especially certain combos.

Thank you for sharing witchy Anonie 💚💙

[the-girl-who-walks-with-mutants]

Uncanny Icon Chapter 3: Second Genesis

Kurt Wagner x Original Female Character (Adrian Grey)

Rating: M

Chapter Summary:

The Professor has collected the team and now, it's time to meet everyone!

This is our first proper Giant Size X-Men 1 chapter, part two will be out next week! Not much else to say this week, so dive right in and enjoy Adrian finally meeting all her new teammates, including a very adorable, fuzzy blue elf.

[this is chapter is extra special thanks to MORE fantastic art by @lazywrites of our Indelible Icon!]

Adrian stares at herself in the mirror, rubbing her temples to try and tune out the growing hustle and bustle of the mansion below. When she was little, she picked out one of the two attic rooms for a reason, to give herself enough distance from the main areas of the house and let herself rest without constant emotional outpour entering her mind from her fellow students. But so many new sounds and minds, so much excitement, nerve, and anticipation… it was impossible to block out.

The new team has been arriving the past few hours, greeted one-by-one by the Professor, shown to temporary rooms and given their uniforms. Unstable molecule suits, that’s what the Professor called them. Apparently, they were a gift from Reed Richards, the same material used in the Fantastic Four suits. They were certainly an upgrade from the little uniforms that Adrian grew up in. Those still hang in her closet, unused. The black and yellow training uniform was a classic, a bit of nostalgia to look at and remember how small she used to be, how young. The other is a thing of nightmares. When each of the X-Men had to pick their own designs, Adrian was the last to get a colour scheme. As a result, she was stuck in an ugly yellow and pink number, perhaps to show everyone that she was still a girl despite the pants and the short hair she wore, compared to her sister’s green mini-dress. No matter what, Adrian despises it, happy to let it rot in the dark corners of her closet.

Looking back at the mirror, the sounds of her teammates’ emotions slowly beginning to dull as they were called one-by-one to the living room for the mission debrief, Adrian knows that she’s going to choose a costume that is simply and unequivocally her. Adrian Grey, the Icon.

She thinks of what she wants, watching the molecules begin to react to her desires, shaping themselves to her specifications. A sleeveless bodysuit, starting with yellow to match her powers. A bit boring, she thinks, and a red section is added to the chest, from the neckline and descending down into a point by her navel. Turning, she adds the same shape to end at the small of her back. Then red, thigh-high boots, the tops ending in a point as well. Looking down at the shoes, she keeps the heel low and comfortable, but adds a little curve to the tip of the toes.

Almost there…

Two red belts across her hips, angled to form an X, red fingerless gloves attached to gold bangles around her wrists. Finally, she adjusts the knot of a long red scarf around her neck, letting it hang behind her down her back. Doing a little spin, she shakes out her hair. It was far too long for her tastes, now reaching past her collarbones, but that isn’t something that can be adjusted by unstable molecules. Maybe after all this, she’ll cut it again. Maybe to her chin, maybe ear, maybe shorter.

‘Icon, to the living room please,’ the Professor’s telepathic voice calls to her mind. She gives an affirmative thought back. Despite years of not enjoying leadership, avoiding the boring, administrative parts of heroism, all of it is now thrown in her lap. Icon, co-leader of the X-Men.

With that, she walks out of the room.

XXX

‘You will tell us why you have dragged us here, Professor!’ a voice snaps from the living room as Adrian approaches. ‘I, for one, am swiftly losing my patience!’

Stepping just beyond the doorway, she can hear the Professor answer calmly, never one to raise his voice in the face of conflict, ‘Sunfire, I assure you, it is not my intention to waste your time. I merely wanted to wait until all our members were present before beginning.’

Adrian feels the push in her mind, giving her the cue to enter the room as the Professor continues, ‘My friends, allow me to introduce Adrian Grey, the psychic Icon. She will be co-commander on this mission.’

Before she can answer, wanting to give some sort of quip to show herself as both experienced but still humble or something of that nature, there’s a sudden BAMF! sound, the smell of smoke and brimstone filling the room. In a blink, she feels her hand grabbed and a soft kiss placed on the back of it. Her eyes snap down to see the blue, demon-looking mutant – Kurt Wagner, a.k.a. Nightcrawler. From the photo in his file, she recognises the black curls, golden eyes, the hand which has only three digits instead of five.

He's giving her a little bow, saying in a soft, lilted tone, perhaps a bit lower in pitch than she expected, ‘It is a pleasure to have such a beautiful Fräulein as a commander, Meine Dame.’

Adrian is flustered, a small blush forming on her cheeks. She clears her throat, trying to look away from those eyes, ‘Oh, well, aren’t you the sweetest little thing...’

‘Hey, furball, leave the lady alone,’ a gruff voice barks out from further in the room. Wolverine. It makes Adrian suddenly all too aware that there are seven pairs of eyes watching this scene. Nightcrawler smiles at her once more with his elongated canines, pressing a second kiss to her hand before teleporting away back to his original spot across the room. Adrian clears her throat once more, saying with a much more serious tone, ‘I’m only second-in-command on this mission, I’m not the one who will be giving orders, that would be –’

‘That would be me.’

Heads turn to see Scott enter, his ruby quartz glasses traded for a visor made of the same material which gives him total control over his powers.  The Professor gestures to Scott, saying ‘And may I present Scott Summers, known as Cyclops. Now that we are all here, he will fill you in on the details of your mission.’

This is the point where Adrian stops listening. She knows the score, she knows the plan. Before the arrival of the new team, Scott asked Adrian to watch the mutants during his speech, to give him feedback on any members that may be cause for concern or any particularly suited for heroism. She leans back against the wall next to him, her eyes scanning over the seven faces, a unique cast of characters to be sure. All so different and yet all so open. The original team began to learn how to close off their minds, to leave some of their deeper emotions hidden from Adrian’s subconscious readings. But these minds and hearts were open to her.

Her eyes are first drawn back to Nightcrawler, crouched up on the coffee table, tail swaying gently. She can feel his dedication, and a genuine kindness in him, though there is a fading sadness, something that happened before he arrived, something terrible…

But then her mind is drawn sharply away, overpowered by an extreme passion from the big Russian, Colossus. Despite how intimidating his physical form is, his face is sweet, his heart good, and his motives pure.

The rest are a bit more difficult to get a particular read on. While she can hear everything, empathic telepathy is not quite as straightforward as its thought-based cousin. Humans are complicated creatures, mutants more so. And that’s maybe why Adrian prefers to be around mutants, as that complexity makes it easier to tune out the emotions as white noise. Her powers aren’t based on precision. She can’t hear exact words or ideas, but the themes, the pressures, the heat and chill and neutrality that is unique to each emotional trigger and output.

Of the others, they each have a trend to them that she can key in on relatively easily. Storm presents herself as a mightier-than-thou being, truly believing herself the goddess she is known as. Banshee is tired, blasé about the idea of heroism but having enough loyalty to the Professor to come back for one last ride. Both Sunfire and Thunderbird seem displeased, but for very different reasons. Sunfire is angry at the idea of being forced to help those he doesn’t know and thinks a mission like this is the commodification of his abilities.

The anger that bristles around Thunderbird catches her attention for a moment and she initially thinks that maybe he is like Sunfire. And yet… she can feel pain. Its hidden, buried deep in him, beneath the anger, beneath the displeasure, beneath everything. She would be tempted to think that he didn’t even know that it was there if not for the steady beat of it like a drum, timed to his own heart, panging with each move, each breath. Adrian knows what trauma feels like, she knows the knots that are formed trying to piece yourself back together, the ties that continue to unwind each time you think you’re fixing things, letting more and more slip through the cracks. She has to look away as the pain begins to gnaw at her too, joining the two together for a moment so brief that he doesn’t even notice… but Adrian, now more than ever, regrets her initial dissatisfaction at his inclusion.

And Wolverine?

Adrian has never encountered a mind like his before. It feels… hollow, in some way, like a book bored through with holes by bookworms. The pieces are all there but the words, the meanings, the plot… were missing. Even with focus, digging deeper, she can’t fit the pieces together, can’t fill the gaps. She has no idea how intensely she’s been staring, the worry marked by a wrinkle between her brows, until her gaze is confronted by a pair of eyes hidden behind a spiked mask. The emotion was clear. Get the fuck out of my head, Red.

He then turns to Scott, who has finished up his story of the missing X-Men. ‘Buncha kids missing, now what?’

‘Simple,’ Cyclops answers, ‘we go back to Krakoa to find the original X-Men and the mutant that defeated us in the first place.’

Adrian feels the fire of anger even before Sunfire pipes up, surging into her mind like throwing gasoline on a blaze. ‘You may return to Krakoa as you wish, Cyclops, but not I. I will take no part in this fool’s errand.’

That makes her engage in the conversation, resting her forearm on Scott’s shoulder to lean forward, her eyes narrowing. ‘That sounds like you’ve come thousands of miles for jack-shit then, Shiro Yoshida. Not interested in an opportunity to finally help your fellow mutants?’

Sunfire’s starfish-like red mask glowers down at her, the heat continuing to rise as he crosses his arms across his chest. ‘I have no allegiance to my fellow mutants, little Icon. And I will not risk my life to help them merely because you, Cyclops, or the Professor ask me to.’ With that, he storms off, though there is no particular destination in his mind.

She turns back to the new team, shifting her weight onto one leg, her hip jutting out. ‘Anyone else wanna leave? No?’ Her eyes scan each mutant, daring them to move. When none do, she smiles broadly, dimples on her cheeks. ‘Well, then on that note, we’ve got a job to do. Welcome to the X-Men, you lot. I hope you survive the experience.’

XXX

The Blackbird is a model of modern technology, a marvel that most governments could not yet dream of… it’s just a shame that Adrian could not give a damn about planes. She sits in the co-pilot’s seat, her feet up on the dash, glancing over at Scott once in a while to see if he needs help with take-off. Of course he doesn’t. He’s done this a thousand times before. His nerves are placed on the mission ahead, not the act of piloting a plane. Adrian doesn’t have that same level of emotional foresight.

‘If Sunfire’s outburst is anything to go on, I do not believe I like what one would call mutant camaraderie.’ The voice is deep and rich, ageless and warm, like honey to soothe the throat. Adrian turns her head, realizing that it is Ororo Monroe. Of course her voice is just as powerful as her mutation.

‘I promise,’ Adrian responds, trying to quell the internal murmurings of disquiet, ‘it’s not always like this.’

But even she isn’t convinced by her statement.

John Proudstar leans forward, his arm on the headrest of Adrian’s seat, ‘Well, it ain’t like we’re here to be a mutant appreciation society. We’ve all got our stupid reasons for being involved in this fiasco… an’ patting each other on the back ain’t gonna be one of them, Ginge.’

Adrian frowns until John moves once more, pointing out the window for Scott. ‘Hey, One-Eye, we got somethin’ followin’ us!’

‘Icon, open the hatch!’ Scott orders and Adrian leaps into action, dropping the hatch with a push of a button, getting out of her seat to greet… Sunfire!

‘Well, I’ll be damned, look who decided to join us!’ She says with a clap of her hands as Shiro lands in the plane, the hatch closing once more. ‘You decided you want to help your kind after all?’

He looks unimpressed, answering only ‘My reasons shall remain my business and mine alone, little Icon. Best to remember that.’

But they both know better.

No matter what Shiro says, he has a deep sense of duty. He’d never have actually let them go off without him, but perhaps his own ego needed to make a show of it. Either way, she lets him sit and returns to her own place at the front of the plane.

‘We have two hours ‘til arrival,’ Scott tells the team.

‘That’s team leader speak for talk amongst yourselves,’ Adrian adds with a smile, ‘Mingle and make friends.’

‘Icon, don’t disrespect my leadership.’

She glances at Scott, hearing his thoughts. The ability to psychically communicate isn’t something Adrian is naturally good at, but comes with a certain level of familiarity with the mind. She huffs. ‘What part about that was disrespectful, exactly?’

‘You’re making jokes. Now isn’t the time.’

‘I’m trying to make sure people don’t turn into dour little pessimists. You want them to work together, they actually have to like each other at least a little bit.’

She sees his shoulders tense out of the corner of her eye.

‘Any intel from the meeting?’

Adrian is almost tempted to share her insights about Wolverine or John, but it feels too personal to tell Scott. So she shrugs. ‘Everyone checks out. Good little boys and girls ready to be thrown into war, just like Xavier expected.’

‘Good.’

The two look at each other for a moment, almost daring one another to say something else. But they are quickly interrupted by the sounds of the team beginning to mingle. Adrian grins, knowing she won the unspoken argument.

‘Icon, I would like to speak to you.’

Adrian turns to see Ororo standing over her. She gives a smile. ‘Of course, what’d you need?’

The taller woman sits in one of the closer seats as Adrian spins hers around. She holds herself with such a grace, a precision, it makes Adrian feel like a tomboy rolling in mud by comparison. But Ororo doesn’t look down on her, at least not any more than she does the others. ‘You said that it is not always like this, I would like you to elaborate for me.’

Adrian blinks, thrown off-guard a bit by the directness, but appreciating it at the same time. ‘Oh, well, I’ve been doing this sort of thing since I was thirteen with the other team, so its… different.’ She realizes that she’s probably sounding like an idiot, so decides to approach the question the way she knows best, with emotion. She leans forward in her seat towards the other woman. ‘Finding out you’re a mutant is one thing, but finding out how many of us there are is another. The X-Men seem disjointed right now, but we’re a family. That’s the beauty of this whole thing, we’re not just here to fight and work together, its… its special.’

‘What a load of bull.’

Adrian’s head whips around towards Wolverine. ‘I wasn’t aware you were listening.’

‘Yeah, seems to be a lot of people listening when they shouldn’t.’ He counters, clearly knowing that she had been in his head earlier.

Adrian goes to respond, but Ororo puts a hand on her own, drawing her attention back. ‘I appreciate your honestly, Icon, and I hope that you are right. It is a dream I would enjoy seeing to fruition.’

[see the rest and to stay on top of new updates, as well as fun facts about references and comic book lore here at my AO3! AO3 gets early access, so make sure to follow the story there as well!]

[primatechnosynthpop]

Being meguca makes me feel good

[ID: a drawing of the ghostbusters in magical girl outfits, with their cartoon designs. Ray wears a brown overall dress over a sailor uniform top with short puffy sleeves and a blue cape, goggles on his forehead with pink rabbit ears attached, and yellow shoes. There are dog face decals on his dress and heart decals on his shoes, and he holds a baton with a rabbit emblem. Peter wears a dark green vest over a white shirt with frilly cuffs, a brown plaid bow around his neck, a belt with a holster, a black skirt, and cowboy boots. He holds up three zener cards with a smirk. Winston has a gray top with buttons and white sleeves, a camo skirt, knee-high white socks, army boots, and a baseball cap with a wing decal. He has a choker and bracelets with crosses on them, and holds a staff that's a cross between a baseball bat and magnifying glass. Egon's dress resembles a high-collared lab coat, but the short sleeves and the lower half of the dress have mottled pink and blue colouration and evoke fungi in their design. He has black gloves and knee-high boots, mushroom decals on either side of his head just above his glasses, and holds a large syringe filled with green liquid and a star on the end of the needle. The team has matching soul gems in the shape of the "no" logo; Ray's is on his chest, Peter and Winston both have them on their belts, and Egon's is on his collar. The background is pink, with energy glowing around each of their weapons. End ID]

[ID: two bonus doodles branching off from the above. In the first, Janine addresses Kyubey, who's perched on her desk: "No way! I've learned my lesson about getting wishes granted." Kyubey replies "I assure you, my species is far different than anything you've encountered before--" Janine cuts it off, pointing angrily away, and snaps "I said I'm not interested! Now shoo! Go bother one of the guys if you're so desperate for attention." Kyubey obediently hops off the desk.

The second shows the guys in casual clothes clustered around Kyubey. Winston asks, "This thing's not a ghost, is it?" Egon, holding a meter up to Kyubey, replies "No. I have no idea what it actually is." Ray, who's holding Kyubey, says "Well, I think he's kind of cute!" to which Peter adds, "Sure... a lot cuter than the spud, anyway." End ID]