#and then give in and buy some paints so they can get the shades right

[beneathsilverstars]

Isat ask game; 5 for Siffrin, 2 for Odile and 12 for Loop

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

All my life, there you go Oh please stay, just this once Anyway All my life, there they go Oh please stay, for the night Anyway

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

that she Did That and stopped siffrin from looping. she rly is That Bitch

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

hm it's interesting thinking up a headcanon that is specifically for loop, rather than siffrin but dialed up or down.

i think... they should get into making really abstract art! like textured paint slapped onto fucked up canvases, but also more sculptural found object mixed media stuff... kinda like carving but more forgiving, kinda like collecting souvenirs but with more purpose... and they don't want to admit that they're using it to process and express their emotions but possibly every single piece is about what it feels like to be a fucked up star thing copy.

[lovlidollie]

i would lovelovelove to hear more about crybaby!reader n rafe’s relationship. like how does he calm her down? music? kisses? food?

as for dollie, does he indulge in her girly lil actions sometimes? letting her put makeup on him/letting her put glitter on him, letting her paint his nails, baking w her?

love this so much nonnie, pls let me know if you meant something else !!! cw; ddlg themes for crybaby!reader ^_^

for crybaby, i think the easiest way to calm her down is through words + physical touch. rafe’s aim is to try and get her into subspace mainly so that she doesn’t have to deal with big girl feelings for a while. he knows her tells; she shrinks into herself, her eyes glaze over and aimlessly float around the place. she can’t stop her fingers from gravitating towards her puffy lips, imperceptible whines leaving her when she realises they’re not rafe’s.

he keeps his touch gentle, hands soft against her waist and jaw, and he makes sure to keep eye contact. “does m’girl wanna come out, hm? dad’s lil’ girl? y’know he’ll take care of you. doin’ sooo well f’him aren’t y’baby, yeahhh that’s right! attagirl, there she is.” if the situation allows it, he’s pulling her into his lap, hands under her armpits to pick her up just like a baby. he’d place kisses along her hairline, rubbing her back ever so carefully, like she’s this close to breaking. when her chin start to tremble and her eyes water, rafe coos out, “need ‘em? need daddy’s fingers? gotta tell him, baby, how’s he s’posed t’know otherwise, huh?” she’s nodding furiously, tears sloping down her heated cheeks. she’s trying to be good and patient, trying to wait for her dad to give her what she needs. “open up,” he soothes, thick thumb trailing itself over the flesh of her bottom lip, into the warmth of her mouth. she sinks into his lap, eyes rolling back and tongue wrapping around him immediately. crybaby whimpers, drool sliding down his hand like water. she doesn’t even notice how she’s humping his leg, rubbing so deliciously against rafe’s cock. “shhh— shh ‘s’okay, sweetheart, y’doin’ soooo good. dad’s got’ya.”

— putting her in timeout also works suspiciously well … but that’s smth for another day …

with dollie, i think he scowls n scoffs every time she brings up doing his makeup; he’s got a very toxic sense of masculinity (learned behaviour from ward me thinks). he’s absolutely sick of finding glitter in every single part of the house and he tries to calmly tell her to maybe “tone it down.” her crestfallen face and disappointed pout were enough for him to take back his words though, so now he just deals with top or kelce pointing out the random sparkles on his shirts. i don’t think he’d let her paint his nails outside of just like a manicure and clear top coat, BUT he will paint hers. mainly because wheezie made him do it a lot when she was growing up, so now he’s got abnormally good skills. he’d definitely be the type to seek out the little initial that dollie gets on her ring finger, and if it’s not there he’s forcing her to take a seat so he can put it there himself. another thing he does, is if he sees something that even remotely looks like a makeup product she’d be into, he’s purchasing it immediately. for example, a glittery eyeshadow palette with only shades of pink? the store’s lucky he didn’t buy them out completely.

he does bake with her !! they have little baking dates in their pajamas where they decide on what they wanna make, and then rafe does all the measuring whilst dollie does the mixing. they have some music playing in the background, sometimes a nostalgic movie, and dollie just rambles about her day n what she got up to :3 it’s just so soft and domesticated and UGH. other times dollie doesn’t let him do anything, especially if he’s just come back from work. she makes rafe sit at the island and watch as she twirls around the kitchen creating something from nothing, just for him.

— if she’s been begging for months on end about doing his makeup, rafe would maybe, maybe indulge her on her birthday. just on the one demand that no glitter is involved whatsoever.

[writingoddess1125]

hello!! ⭐, I saw that your order section was open and yesterday I read your story of buggy with the Roger effect and Jessica Rabit and I loved it, and I would like to know if you could do a one shot or something shorter if you prefer showing how they met and they decided to get married I love your stories and I think that, like your buggy, he is my favorite character. If you don't like this request or you think it's not good to do it, you can just ignore it, it won't be a bad thing 😸 thank you and have a good day!! 💗✨ (pd. English is not my first language so sorry if something is not written well😔)

Deal! I love this little idea

Buggy x FemReader

Small angst + Fluff

Heart on my Sleeve

Prequel Of Roger and Jessica Rabbit Effect

Wanna Buy me a Ko-Fi ☕️

• Your village was one of the poorest villages in the East Blue, the taxes from the World Goverment crippling your home to be a starving wasteland.

• Mainly to the wealthy Governor who lived above your town.

• You owned a fabric shop but the fabrics you owned were old and starting to rot from the lack of buissness. The moths having more use put of your fabrics then you did-

• The newest pirate on the scene Buggy the Clown shows up to your village ready to pillage it, in his early 20s with a fresh faced crew. However they did not expect the village to look worse then before they arrived.

• "I thought you said this place had money?" Buggy asked as he looked at the place. Lowering his blades as it looked like this place- it was in shambles. Like it had been pillaged to time then a pirate

• You had walked out of your shop, seeing if maybe the baker had just enough flour so you could feed yourself. Turning to see the group of pirates that seemed better off then you and your people.

• Buggy stared hard at you and matched forward, seeing that you were quite pretty in his eyes as he stood before you.

• "You! Tell me what the hell is wrong with this place! We heard it was rich here!" He said angrily, clearly upset at not getting to a small village that at least had a few Berries.

• You looked up at the pirate, noting the far too big of clothes for his frame and his painted face- Not liking he was putting such an unflattering green around his watercolor eyes. His face twisting up in anger as he caught you staring at his face.

• "What are you staring at!? You looking at my nose!" He yelled angrily, his fingers going to the inner part of your coat where you assumed some weapon would be.

• "No your shirts too big for your frame and that shade of green doesn't compliment your eyes well" You said truthfully, At this point a knife or bullet being a kinder death then starving anyway-

•"U-Uh- What?" He said confused, Unsure how to answer. You reaching forward and putting your arms around his frame to pull back the shirt. Taking a pin from your pocket and pinning the shirt back so it fit properly.

• "See- Your shirt is too big. It looks better fitted like that" You pointed out, His faze looking down at the pinned back shirt. His face red at how close you got to him, or that you'd touched him at all.

• "As for money we have non. The governor has the taxes so hide no one here can even feed themselves" You said truthfully, The young clown blinking at you in surprise.

• "Er- Y-Youre making fun of me somehow right? Like my Nose" He tried to yell again grabbing the front of your dirty shirt- clearly not used to someone trying to give him kind useful advice without some sort of motive.

• "I would never make fun of your nose, it looks fine to me anyways" You snap back and slap his hand away calmly. He blinked at you surprised and released your hand- His eyes going up the hill of the village and seeing the grand governors house hidden in some trees.

• He huffed and shoved you hard, you falling into the mud as him and his crew marched past up to the Governors home.

• However what did surprise you was the next Morning the Captian and his Crew stood in the village square and announced he now owned the village. Saying he was Buggy the Clown- and that he was now in charge.

• Before starting to hand out some stolen treasure??? Giving some supplies he had 'liberated' from the Governors house.

• You also noticed how his eyes lingered on you as he did this.

• It had been a few months like this, he would stop by randomly pay for the village. He wasn't taking taxes but instead paying things- it was improving greatly, the cracks of the pavements on the streets getting repaired, new paint on the building and new businesses flourishing-

• But you noticed how he would pay extra attention to your shop- Getting all his things from you. How you got extra rolls of fabric delivered to your door or how he would pay for all these extra accessories to his costumes.

• "You seamstress I want another coat!" He yelled as he invaded your shop.

• Buggy was there again, asking for another ridiculous costume. You couldn't help but notice how often he was coming by- claiming he wanted new costumes by you and wanting to be measured everytime he came in.

• How he would blush when you measured around his chest. "You know, I noticed you always come through here and stop specifically at my shop for new outfits when you wear the same coat" You tease, watching him blush at you pointing this out.

• "So what!" He yelled out, his face as red as a cherry. You look at him and raise a brow at him, Not even having to say a word as Buggy deflated.

• "...I uh wanted to take you on a date" He grumbled, finally admitting what his plans were. You smiled at this, Setting the tape aside.

• "Now please do tell me, Why should I accept your offer for someone who not only yelled in my face but pushed me in mud-" You point out, even though you knew he most likely made up for it by him saving your village.

• "..I am sorry about that.." He forced out, you could tell he wasn't used to apologizing and was trying his hardest.

• "I forgive you, But that doesn't mean I'll forget" You say calmly. Smiling softly as you saw him looking ready to flip put at the rejection but you held a hand to him-

• "I know- So why don't we make a deal. Since I can tell you're really sorry why don't we agree to dinner and go from there? Its not a date per say but its a start" You said with a smile, his eyes lit up at hearing this at the prospect of getting to win you over.

• "Really!?" He says excitedly, Jumping up and down like a school boy as he blushed and giggled into his gloved hands like a kid. You couldn't help but find it adorable-

• For the next year Buggy would send gifts, love letters, help rebuild the village. Do everything to get in your good graces and ask for a official date every time he visited.

• Buggy would essentially own the Village at the point, 30% of his money went to the village to get it on its feet and keep it a small strip of paradise the very limited taxes he implimented later affer the village was florishing acted as a small form of secondary income. Mainly making sure people knew the place was protected by him as his reputation grew through time.

• Him even showing his unique Devil fruit abilties- Which you often abused for him to float up and grab the more expensive rolls of fabric or hang up finished cloths.

• The village also being a popular tourist destination for the friendly locals and nice scenery. So for Buggy it was worth the investment since originally put in.

• After that 'probation' year you would finally agree to officially date him and he was over the damn moon.

• While he would be secretive about you, his love language was strong. He is both physically and verbally affectionate- While he still throws his fits you know how to handle him well. Loving him both for his strengths and flaws.

• It would be 1 years of dating before Buggy would start planning how to pop the question.

- You were closing up shop for the day, humming along to a made up tune when you heard the back door of your shop being unlocked. You didn't have to look to know who it was, only one other person had the key to it.

"Hey Buggy Boo" You call out, smiling as you heard Buggy grumble and peel off his boots to leave them by the front door.

"That is still such a bad nickname" He grumbled before walking behind you and kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you. He smelled like the sea, clearly having just gotten off his shop to visit you. He had been taking more time out to see, wanting to get his bounty higher. Currently proud of his 5,000,000 berry bounty which for a early 20s pirate was fairly good he claimed.

"Ah you love it" You giggle which earned a adorable chuckle from the man.

"You know (Y/N)- I uh really like you and Want to spend my.."

"So I wanted us to have dinner tonight- I know you like that place down the street and want us to go there" He said, his voice very soft- Much softer then normal.

Smiling you turn around and kiss him on the lips.

"I'd love to" You say cheerfully, earning a crooked smile from him as he held you close.

As promised, that night Buggy took you to your favorite restaurant. Having gotten a private table in the back, you two spending hours just talking and sharing a meal together.

Buggy even pulling out a box of your favorite candies he had gotten out from his last adventure.

After dinner he lead you away to the more scenic parts of your Village a small meadow pass that had the most beautiful blue and white flowers, under the moonlight it looked so magical. You saw Buggy reach in his pockets and turn to face you, nervousness painted on his face as he shuffled his feet. Clearly prepared to get on one knee-

"You stole my Thunder!!" He cried in faux anger, you laughing hard as he ranted about how you knew so quickly, happy tears running down your cheeks as you smiled and his face turned deep red.

"Yes I will!" You said with a wide smile, your excitement getting the best of you as you slapped your hands over your own mouth. His jaw dropping in shock.

"I've been planning this for 4 months!!" He whined, face so red his nose was glowing as he stared at you.

"Im so sorry Baby, You just- You talk in your sleep my Love." You reveal with a smile, His face twisting up as he realized you'd known the whole time and let him try to have his moment anyway. You had just got too excited and answering too quickly-

As this sunk in he smiled widely and started to laugh, he couldn't help it! You were just too perfect for him! Despite everything you still let him have the spotlight. He kissed your lips eagerly and held you close, rocking the two of you side to side in pure joy.

"I.. I love you (Y/N)..So much- I cant wait for you to be my wife.." He said as he pressed his face into your neck- You could feel the warmth of tears hitting your skin exposed. Your arms wrapped tightly around him as you hug him close and cried against him in joy.

Pulling the both of you to the ground with a loud laugh as you two laid in the flowers- Laughs leaving you both as tears stilled from both of your eyes.

"I love you too Buggy Boo"

[plasticfreckles]

🪶 fade-prison angst rookanis snippet enjoy 🪶

Satisfied, Lucanis drops his rag back into his water pail, carefully rubs the stripped wood dry and turns to place its contents back to the surface. He wipes down the little tiered shelf with all her make-up pots, scratches the fingerprints and oils from the grooves of the intricate designs, takes care to re-arrange them in the same order she had them; shadows on the top tier, oily lip tints in the middle, flaky fragile glitters at the bottom. Her little lidless box of nail colors, he places back in the top right corner, by her standing mirror.

Removing the dust from the velvet that lines her jewelry box is harder. He closes the box to bring it to the kitchen; to soak the metals in rubbing alcohol and wipe the gems clean, to find his fabric brush and work fresh cleaning broth into the velvet. Maybe he'll drip some lavender oil into the folds.

The necklace he finds in her separate dish, the open, lacquered seashell rimmed in gold, makes him pause.

He remembers buying it, the second she'd turned away from the crystal peddler's stand in Treviso, after hearing its price and sighing. For this cheap little thing, tourmaline and aventurine on a chain so frail it seems to break if one but breathes on it wrong, the peddler asked for obscenely much money. Normally, Lucanis would have scoffed and turned away. But Rook had looked at it so longingly he felt he had no choice but to buy it anyway.

They'd barely been commited to each other three days.

Illario had broken the chain easily, grabbing her by the neck of her cloak and flinging her aside with surprising ease and clear intent to murder her and then him. Lucanis' little attention toward her torn apart almost symbolically.

Lucanis remembers telling her he could just get her a new one, remembers her shaking her head. It's the first thing you got for me, she'd said. She'd wrapped it in a torn piece of her shirt and placed it in her seam pocket with more care than he's seen parents handle their babe. I don't want to just replace it. Her hair had shaded her face a little, the sudden glint of her teeth just outside of unsettling. I want to treasure it and pass it on, someday. That cheap little chain that already started to change color and stain her skin, that cost the peddler all of three coppers to make. As though he'd hand-built her a bathhouse from pure gold.

Since then, it had waited, on its dish, in its shell, for the day there was time to go get it repaired.

Lucanis finds himself in that corner of her room, suddenly so impossibly big and cold and empty and suffocating, just as broken as that necklace.

The stool creaks underneath him, smelling of dust and old tapestry. He can feel the nails pricking into his skin, through his clothes. She'd complained about the cushion giving way beneath her before. He'd forgotten to have it repaired.

The energy to clean her room is punched out of him.

He hadn't protected the necklace from breaking. He couldn't save her from being snatched away into the Fade. He can't even tidy her space for her without falling into disrepair himself, it seems.

She thought the world of him, and not only could he not deliver, he failed her miserably. It churns his guts like cold cherry juice on an empty stomach.

Spite looks at him from under the table, awkwardly patting his right foot. Comfort is not a concept he's adept at.

His hands somehow feel small and chubby, the nailbeds rough and stained with blue paint. Lucanis doesn't know why he feels it through his boots.

He curls in on himself, head between his knees and hands pulling his hair.

Spite, for once, doesn't comment on his desperate wails.

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idk if i like it yet, i wrote this on a whim. I have a tummy ache and the documentary my dad watches makes it look like Ramesses II only ever had sweet fluff loml moments :(

but on the bright side, i have a Big Storm planned hint hint [its a multichapter exploration of Fade Prison Angst]

@chubritza wassup

[~rina]

[wreckedandpolemic]

bunny ears and devil horns - matty healy

(mdni) in which your halloween costume gets your boyfriend so riled up that he needs to remind you who you belong to. part of the white and gold universe and promptober75 2024. 2717 words.

You fix the devil horns on the top of your head, watching your reflection to centre them. The girl in the mirror smirks back at you, lips painted a shade of red that matches your lingerie. It’s scarcely more than scraps of lace, accentuating your figure with straps that criss-cross over your body. A garter holds up your sheer stockings, feet tucked into red-bottom stilettos.

Squeezing into the red vinyl minidress that completes your “costume” is more of a task than you’d expected, but the effect is perfect. You text Matty a picture of your outfit and what’s underneath, captioned happy halloween, daddy ;) do you like the dress better on or off? Matty’s response is immediate, flashing up his contact before you’ve even put your phone down. You let it ring for a moment, make him sweat a little before you pick up with an innocent little, “Hello?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, princess. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

You giggle. “You know, this is why I call you an old man. You’re an old man with a weak heart, Matthew, and I’m going to inherit all your money when you die.”

“Behave yourself,” Matty teases. “You look gorgeous, princess. Have fun, be safe, don’t talk to any boys.” His grin is audible, and you groan.

“But what if they’re gonna give me free drinks?” you pout, half-jokingly wheedling.

“Especially not then,” Matty answers. “Should just let me drive up there instead. I can buy you much better booze than some grease-faced twenty-year-old boy, and I’m definitely better company.”

You laugh at how serious he sounds, his jealousy creeping in at the edges of his tone. “Oh, you wanna be the only man I’m using for his money, right? But it’s so fun, and they make it so easy.”

Matty practically growls, a low, frustrated noise filling your ear. “Will you behave? Such a slut, aren’t you, princess? Been too long since I’ve made you mine, huh?”

“You know I’m yours. Makes it more fun, letting them buy me drinks and think I’m gonna let them get anywhere before I tell them I have a real man waiting for me at home.”

He laughs, low and rich and sweet. “Music to my ears, princess. Have fun tonight, yeah? Call me when you’re home.”

“You sure? It’s gonna be past your bedtime.” Matty only scoffs, adding a soft I love you that makes you pout and long for him. “I love you too.”

You drink and dance your way through the evening, barely paying for anything and always slipping teasingly out of your suitors’ grasp. And it’s fun, it is, your head spinning joyfully as your friends pull you into the circle, but you miss Matty achingly, painfully conscious of the distance between you, how long it’ll be before you get to see him, have him, again.

Sure, it’s a little codependent, but you’ve never been so in love. A year ago, this would’ve been your ideal night, drunk and dancing and flirting to your heart’s content; now, though, all you want is to curl up in bed with your boyfriend and a vintage red. A little melancholy, you duck out early, barely making it to midnight and hoping you’ll still catch Matty once you’re home.

There’s an extra car in your driveway, but it’s too dark to make out the model or reg number, so you shrug and fumble with your keys to let yourself in. Coming face-to-face with Matty helping himself to coffee in your kitchen shocks you almost into sobriety, your knees practically buckling as you throw yourself into his arms. You press hungry, needy kisses over his face in a way that’s definitely indecent for your shared living space. “Hi, princess,” Matty grins.

“What are you doing here?” you laugh disbelievingly.

“Wanted to be waitin’ at home for you,” he smirks. “Make sure you remember what your real man feels like.”

You tilt your head knowingly. “You’re jealous,” you giggle. “Saw how hot I looked tonight and got mad that a bunch of silly boys were the only ones enjoying it, right?”

“Just wanna make sure everyone knows who you belong to, yeah?” You smirk, taking his hand and pulling him along to your bedroom. Matty slams you against the door as soon as it’s closed, kissing and licking and biting at your neck with abandon.

“Don’t I look pretty, Daddy?” you sigh, tilting your head to give him better access. “I want you to tell me how pretty I am, tell me everything you want to do to me,” you breathe, threading a hand into Matty’s curls and lifting his head. His eyes are black with lust when they meet yours, his lips swollen and spit-slick.

Groaning, he drops his hands to grab your ass, his gaze weighted and heavy. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, princess. So pretty for me, and only for me, yeah?” You nod feverishly. “Had to get off as soon as you hung up the phone, angel. God, this fucking dress. Couldn’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you’d look dancing, about bringing you home and getting on my knees, gettin’ you undressed and fucking you in just your belt and stockings.”

You moan, grinding against the bulge in his trousers; heat floods your body and drips into your panties, hunger gnawing between your thighs. “The shoes, too?” you tease, hooking one leg around him to press a stiletto heel against the back of his thigh.

“Shit, if you want,” Matty answers, lifting you off your feet and laying you on the bed. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, half to himself. “D’you mind if I take a picture, princess? I just— y’so pretty, so perfect.”

Eagerly, you nod. “You’re so sweet, so good to me. Make me so happy,” you beam. “Y’gotta fuck me like a whore, though, okay? Maybe I was a bad girl tonight, drinking and flirting with boys to make them think they had a chance,” you say, a teasing pout playing on your lips. You toss your head wildly, posing provocatively for Matty’s camera.

“Such a dirty little girl,” he smirks. “You wanna get punished? Get that pathetic excuse for a dress off for me, okay, princess?” He’s still standing at the foot of your bed, camera poised, when you reach up at him.

“Can’t take it off on my own,” you say, biting your lip and rolling over. “S’too tight. I’m stuck,” you add, deliberately playing up the porn dialogue and arching your back. You moan happily when he straddles the backs of your thighs, his fingers warm as they find your zipper and tug gently.

Torturously slow, Matty unzips you, like you’re a gift wrapped up all for him. A stuttering gasp leaves his lips as he pulls the dress off you, grabbing your ass and kneading like he can’t resist. He spanks you harshly, and you arch greedily up into his touch. “This fucking ass drives me crazy, princess. You want me to fuck you there later?”

Your cunt throbs with need. “Please,” you moan into the sheets. “S’all yours, Daddy. Do whatever you want with me. But make me hurt first, okay? You gotta teach your little slut a lesson,” you add, smirking over your shoulder at him as his eyes go black with lust.

“So fuckin’ needy,” he scoffs, smacking the inside of your thigh. Sweet pleasure-pain arcs under your skin, hot and dizzying. “You want everyone to know who you belong to, hm? Gonna make you scream loud enough for the entire city to hear,” he smirks. Without even waiting for the instruction, you shift into your favourite position for him; face down, ass up and ready for whatever he wants to give. You knead a lace-clad breast in one hand, pinching and rolling your nipple through the thin fabric. “Jesus, y’fucking soaked through, princess,” Matty mutters, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your dripping cunt.

You moan helplessly against your pillow, writhing greedily as you feel his spit dripping down your skin. “Daddy, please,” you beg. “M’so needy, so wet for you, I can’t wait any longer.” You gasp, entire body jolting as Matty leans down, licks a broad stripe over your cunt, kisses your clit.

“You can’t wait?” Matty says, mocking tone sending the need hammering in your veins into a fever pitch. “Greedy girl wants to get filled up and punished?” You moan out an affirmative, feeling his weight shift as he leans over to your bedside drawer and pulls out a toy. You hear him uncap a bottle of lube and slick up the toy, cunt clenching when he presses it gently against your hole. “You ready?”

“Please, Daddy. Please stop teasing. I can’t— fuckkk,” you cry, the suddenness of Matty slamming the toy into you sending liquid heat spiralling through your body. “Shit, yes,” you moan, breaking into a keening wail when he switches the toy on, the rabbit sending pulses of pleasure so intense at your clit that it nearly hurts.

“There you go, darling. All ready now, huh?” Without waiting for an answer, Matty brings his hand down to smack your ass hard. Every slap jolts the vibrator against your swollen clit, garbled whines falling pathetically from your lips. Your ass is flaming red and stinging as Matty brings his hand down again, pleasure coiling tight at the base of your spine. “Look so gorgeous all bruised up for me, princess. You’re matchin’ that pretty lace.” Your hips shift, at once desperately chasing pleasure and retreating from overstimulation.

Arching your back, you grind down against the vibrator, already melting into a slick puddle of need. “Daddy,” you whine, without even knowing what you’re pleading for. Pleasure winds itself tight through your body, your muscles tense and your head spinning.

Matty strokes the curve of your ass gently, smacks you hard, and you gasp, a high whine falling from your lips as the vibrator presses insistently against your clit. “Oh, sweet girl,” he sighs. “You gonna cum?” he coos, one hand sliding around to your front and gently cradling you. You nod helplessly, garbled whines falling from your lips. “Oh, baby. Go on, princess. Cum for me. You look so pretty when you cum, darling.”

One more hard slap to your inner thigh has you screaming, pitching headfirst into pure ecstasy. “Ohmygod, Daddy, yes!” you cry, face buried in the pillow as tears brim in your eyes. Pleasure clenches vice-tight around your organs, bordering on pain in your cunt where the vibrator still hammers against your sensitive nerves. Arousal drips down your legs, incoherent moans falling from your lips and heat licking in your belly.

Your cunt clenches as Matty pulls the toy free and you whine. “God, you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your swollen clit. “You ready for Daddy to take what he needs, princess?”

You giggle breathlessly. “What do you need, Daddy?”

“Need to fuck this slutty little pussy, darling. Need to hear those pretty noises you make, fill you up, make sure you remember whose girl you are, alright?” Matty says, almost a moan.

“Please,” you breathe out, and the word’s barely left your lips before he’s inside you, your soaked cunt taking him greedily. Desire pulses heady between your legs, your back arching as you try desperately to fuck yourself back on him.

Matty’s nails dig into your hips, pain flaring where his body meets the sore flesh of your ass. “God, you feel so good, princess. Missed this sweet cunt so bad. Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t remember your own name, beautiful,” he promises, slamming his hips hard against yours.

Whimpering softly, your eyes slip shut as Matty’s fingers trail slickly over your wet clit. “Wish we could just fucking stay like this forever,” you groan, dazed and swimming in pleasure with Matty buried to the hilt inside you. You can feel him nearly trembling with the effort of holding still. “Give it to me, Daddy,” you plead. “I need it. Need it so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Such a little cockslut, princess. Want Daddy to fuck you dumb, right?” You nod frantically, whining out affirmatives as he traces his thumb over your hip. “S’it okay if I turn you over, darling? Wanna kiss my sweet girl while I make her stupid for me.”

Even though you agree, a whine slips out of you when he pulls out, just for a second, to flip you over. He smiles softly down at you, adoring, brushes a stray piece of hair off your face. Pouting, you arch up towards Matty until he gives you what you want; a slow, deep kiss as he fills you exactly the same way. Ecstasy floods your body, Matty’s hips slamming hard against yours as he drips moans into your mouth. “That’s my good little girl,” he murmurs, kissing your neck. “Just gotta lay back and take it, okay, princess? Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

“So good to me,” you groan, locking your legs around his waist and pressing your heel into his back. Matty’s pained little moan falls straight to your cunt, pulses in your ears, slick, sweet noises filling the room. “Mmh, Daddy,” you whine, high and needy as he fucks into you.

Matty groans into your neck, sucks a bruise into soft skin. “My sweet girl,” he sighs, covering his mouth with yours. “Always so good for me, even when you’re a little slut,” he teases, circling your clit as you thrash under him.

Wild, erratic pleasure spills under your skin, your body precariously close to its end. “M’your little slut,” you moan, threading a hand through Matty’s curls and pulling him in for a kiss. “M’so close, Daddy, please!”

Smiling against your lips, Matty pinches your clit softly. “D’you deserve it, princess?” he asks, low and slightly dangerous. You bite your lip. “Nah, I didn’t think so either. Luckily for you, I’m feelin’ generous, angel. I’ll let you cum…” You bate your breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “If you beg for it,” he adds with a smirk.

“Please, Daddy,” you gasp. “Please let me cum, I need it. Need you, want you all the time, please,” you practically scream, dissolving into incoherent, wanton pleas as Matty fucks into you over and over.

Your pulse hammers between your thighs, cunt clenching desperately around him. “Go on, princess. Cum for Daddy. Soak my cock, yeah?”

He tweaks your nipple, kisses your pulse point, slams hard into you, and you break. Your body collapses in on itself, pleasure crumbling your muscles one by one as you moan out the only word you know; Daddy. Pure ecstasy wipes your mind clean, melts into a hot puddle between your legs, Matty’s body warm and grounding against yours.

You smile blithely up at him, scrunching your face when he pulls out. “Wanna paint these pretty tits, angel. You gonna let me?” Eagerly, you nod, arching your back to press your tits up towards him. Your eyes fall to his cock, slick with your arousal and drooling precum as he strokes himself. The column of Matty’s neck stretches beautifully as he throws his head back in pleasure, moaning sweetly. He chokes out your name as he comes, cum splashing across your tits.

“You wanna get one more picture?” you grin, and Matty nods with wide eyes, fumbling for his phone and breathing hard as he photographs you. You start to draw patterns in the mess across your chest, sucking your fingers into your mouth and cleaning his cum off them.

“Such a little cumslut, princess. Love how filthy you are,” Matty murmurs, leaning down to kiss you and moaning quietly at his own taste. There’s a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his demeanour, then, and you catch the moment with both hands.

Smirking a little, you reach up to tug on his hair. “I saw that, Daddy. It’s okay, you got what you needed, can just be my good boy now. I’ll take care of you,” you promise, rolling on top of him and pressing your bodies together. The sticky mess of him smears between your chests, and you kiss him softly. “I’ll let you have whatever you want, Daddy. Just gotta say please.”

[zorosbeau33]

Courting Gifts~ One Piece Omegaverse Headcanon Part 2!

Starring: Zoro and Law! x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, sfw AU: Omegaverse, Omega Reader Wc: 1480 TW: Mentions of battle All Characters here are legal age or older in my au~ Masterlist~ Part 1~

He gives laid-back alpha vibes. He kinda has to be in order to keep up with Luffy and stand up beside him as right hand.

He was super subtle, SUPER Subtle! He didn’t want anything to change, but at the same time he wanted you to know he’s there and he cares.

It's small things because he’s fine loving you without the return. Just stay healthy and safe for him thats all he wants…and to see your smile sometimes aimed his way

It started at first with small things, handing you a cold drink when it's a scorching day outside. 

Gently tying your hair up for you with a hair tye thats the color of his haramaki/or slipping a beanie over your head in that color if your hair is short to take care of you in cold weather

Offering you to try his precious Sake, yes you alone have that privilege 

You want sword fighting lessons? He offers them quietly one night while the others are busy. He is barely suppressing the purrs as he gets to hold you, adjust your grip and teach you the motions by holding you within his very muscled arms.

Quality time is huge for him, that's his way of spoiling you

He gets you a cute dangly earring in his shades of green, maybe a tassel, maybe a teardrop on a thin chain, maybe a carved jade flower whatever it is. He spent weeks searching for it as he wanted to ensure it’d be something you’d like

There are the other things though. A pair of his gloves on a winter island end up in your possession. 

You have so many of his shirts when did this start? You don’t know but he always has a tiny smirky smile when he sees you wear one.

If he happens upon a snack he think you’d like he buys it while lost. Gives it to you like its nothing but his ears are red. “Here for you.” And then tries to walk away. He doesn’t want or need you to say thank you, he actually gets a bit (very) flustered and tries to leave quickly if you do try to thank him and gets defensive and pouty if you try to tease him about it 

The bookmark you had looked at in the store when you were getting him unlost? Suddenly appears in your book on a bench in the Thousand Sunny with his scent lingering all around

Zoro isn’t into extravagant things, especially not presents. He just doesn’t see the point (unless you want a sword that he is gungho for). He does buy you any nesting things if you say you need them.

Personally however he would prefer to be your nest. He loves taking naps so to have you biscuit his chest and the blanket he’d scented for you, while you both take a well deserved rest? He is all for this, both before and after you get together. Warning though you will always have at least one of his arms wrapped around you. Even in his sleep he’s watchful when it comes to you, ready to draw a sword and protect you

He has a small book that he has sketched some drawings of your face with painstaking detail. 

Once he’s over you knowing about his top secret hobby, he would be honored and flustered to design you a tattoo if you wanted. It's in his traditional style very Japanese traditional painting style but he’d work so hard on it for you.

Is a sucker for anything with your scent. He doesn’t mind wether you smell of him too much. But he is always secretly longing to have your touch, your taste, your scent burned into his soul. It makes him miss you less, and it keeps him calm.

Would be the crew member to bring home a little kitten for you if you were ever down (he had to beg Nami for permission, and promised to clean up after it). Just one, only ever the one kitten. But he makes sure its taken care of best he can to his knowledge including getting Chopper to check its health over before he gifts the sweet and goofy thing to you.

The kitten like him has a scar and recalling how gentle you were with him he decides out of all the lucious cats, this scrappy little kitten would be the perfect first child for you both to raise.

Not super attached to it at first. Honestly he often gets frustrated while ship breaking the kitten but over time and with your help to learn how to understand its actions. He is almost as protective over that fluff ball as he is you.

Heres a secret follow the cat and you’ll find Zoro, any island any time follow the cat. It knows how to find him everytime

Zoro courting gifts may not be numerous but each of them had meaning and its clear to anyone just how much thought he puts into each one

THIS MAN RIGHT HERE-He’s an alpha, a broody secretly unsure alpha

Absolutely finds the concept of courting gifts to be blown out of proportion. Why are they spending thousands (or in Do Flamingos case Billions) of Berry’s on gifts that have little practical use.

He’s to methodical and detached sometimes for his own good. So his first few gifts to you may have actually been from Bepo/Schachi/Penguin…And boy was he mad.

After they explained they couldnt stand watching him pine without acting on it, and that he was disrespecting you as an alpha and as a Super Nova by not taking care of your courting needs at least. Law relents 

His gifts are never tacky, or wasteful though he is drawing a firm line from the start, the submarine is not a hoarding zone and he’s going to keep it that way and take care of you at the same time.

The first few gifts that are actually from him he hands to you himself “You need these for your nest ya?” 

Law put hours, upon hours of research into the best pillows to use for an omega nest. He wanted to ensure they’d support you properly and not cause any muscle or bone strain. Silly but endearing 

The blankets are thick fluffy and super soft, yes they have the Jolly Roger on it, or are the same pattern as his hat, but it is because he internally wants to lay a little bit of his claim on you even in a place he feels he can’t go (until you invite him, he respects your nest as sacred and has protected it from others even before this. No Penguin pranks allowed to your nest)

He is not hug on giving you his clothes, mainly because he feels he is working hard to supply you with nice clothes to wear and he can scent those (and you in the process) so why do you need his things?

This does not apply and goes right out the window when he’s feeling possessive.

He’s jealous by nature and hugely distrustful. Someone’s flirting with you? Suddenly his jacket is wrapped around your shoulder and he is GLARING. Or during soft cuddle times with him and Bepo he puts his jacket/blanket/hat on you and holds you close to his heart. Yes he likes to pretend you moved into him, but he does pull you in 

Other “practical gifts” are any book he thinks you’d enjoy. Literature (even to his own chagrin fantasy) is never a waste…not of Berries and not of space on the ship. 

He makes space on his bookshelf for you to have your own row, even if you are not a big reader it's just one of the ways he makes space for you in his life to show you he’s ready for you to be in it even more

If he wants to be a brat (of course it's to piss off Cap’n Kidd) he would then buy you flashy presents. Not too many just enough to tell the other Supernova to fuck off and that he knows you better because while they are baubles they still have practical use! And they are things you instantly love! He’s so smug about your happiness and just the biggest broody tsundere alpha mate. 

If you ever did want something not practical but didn’t ask him because you know his rule, he might relent on his decision if he is there at the time you see it. The look of longing on your face and how you are respecting his wishes and self-set guidelines…he might just buy it to surprise you. 

Leaving it on the pillow beside you when he gets up in the morning to go to work. He can't help it, he loves you 

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Pregnant Cod Men

Requested: Kinda? I did a poll if I should do this or not and the answer was yeah. I’m counting it as half a request.

Warnings: Pregnancy (duh), Pre-eclampsia (Price’s), pregnancy anxiety (König’s)

Price

Good. Fucking. Luck. Price is someone who has a very tough time with the whole pregnancy thing and unlike Simon, there is no point in his pregnancy that you won’t be fighting with him to sit down and just watch the telly for a bit. It’s also made worse by the fact that he has pre-eclampsia and is told that, in no uncertain terms, is he to be exterting or stressing himself under any circumstances. And he looks at that like a challenge, constantly waddling to his office to try and get some work done. It gets to the point that you have to lock his paperwork away only to come home with his favorite biscuits just to see him digging the papers out from where you hid them, brown furrowed said he grumbles to himself about muppets. At this point you might just have to chain him to the bed, for his own sake.

Gaz

HNGGGGG!!! I’m telling you right now that Gaz is the fucking cutest when he’s pregnant. He’s constantly carrying around the weirdest little supplies like one of those belly bands that plays music. Says he needs to teach the kid what proper music is before they come out. And he spends weeks agonizing over what color to paint the nursery, torn between two very similar shades of light purple that leave you confused on what the difference even is. Insists on driving around to TEN different toy stores to find the perfect plushie that is equal parts soft and durable. Will start tearing up when he finds what he thinks is the best one, holding it close to his chest as he looks at you and asks if he can buy 5 of them because he’s afraid that just one will get lonely until the baby gets here. You don’t have the heart to tell him no when he’s looking at you like that so you do, indeed, walk out of the store with 5 of the exact same plushie and a very happy crying Gaz.

Ghost

For the first two trimesters Ghost insists that he can still do everything he normally does. Go to the gym, go on missions, stay up for days on end, brew coffee and tea in the same pot then chug the mixture. It’s a fight to get him to actually settle down and sit for any length of time. In fact it’s almost worse then when he wasn’t pregnant, like he feels that he needs to prove he can still do everything that he’s used to doing. But as SOON as that third trimester hits he is lounging around the house in nothing but a loose Diamond Head T-Shirt and his headphones, eating strawberries out of the carton, his feet propped up on the sofa arm and his head nodding along to the beat of whatever he’s listening to. Always palming his belly, never telling you when the baby moves but you can tell by the way his eyes soften just the slightest bit.

Soap

R.I.P. to your sleep because Johnny is one of those pregnant people that gets the most random cravings in the middle of the night and cannot go back to sleep until he’s eaten whatever it is he wants. Will give you the biggest saddest puppy eyes while rubbing his belly. Tells you he can go get it himself but he doesn’t want to go alone. It’s an entirely frustrating experience to lose so much sleep but it’s worth it to hear his excited giggling and watch his proud penguin waddle as he makes his way back to the car with his food. Will try and make you have a bite of whatever concoction he’s come up with. His most frequently returned to craving is marmite spread on biscuits then dipped in coffee, which he insists is the best thing he’s ever had in his life and swears that he’ll keep eating even after the baby is out.

König

König has a rather…nonchalant pregnancy? For the most part. Half the times it seems to you like he’s forgotten that he’s even pregnant. Which is partially true, and it’s so incredibly easy for him to do so because he doesn’t experience any of the usual pregnancy symptoms at all. If anything, he seems to just be more energized and ready to take on the world. He doesn’t even start showing until month 6 and reality doesn’t slap him in the face until month 7 when you both go in for an ultrasound and see that it’s triplets, in which he’s silent for a good minute before asking if it’s possible for you both to trade places. The Doctor has to leave the room due to laughing and you have half a mind to follow her. Probably would have if not the truly panicked look on König’s face as he stares at the ultrasound pictures, calling his mom to ask how big his head was when he was born, looking like he’s gonna cry when he gets his answer. Pregnancy is a mess of anxiety for him for the following months, please be sure to comfort him with many blankets and his favorite comedy movies.

[eijirousbestie]

We all know bakugou wear eyeliner so he probably knows how to do it himself but if one time he runs out of eyeliner and asked you for yours but he couldn’t do it cause yours is different type and You offered to do it for him

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS THIS BUT IT CAME TO MY MIND WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO SLEEP

“I can do your eyeliner”

this idea is so cute

i literally have a playlist saved titled “doing bakugou’s eyeliner at 1:48am”

he hates liquid liner

He brushes the felt-tip over his eyelid over and over again but there’s simply nothing coming out. His eyelid is turning a soft shade of rubbed red the more pressure he applies to the eyeliner. This shit just won’t come out. At this rate, he’s about to poke his eye.

Taking the marker-like brush from his eye, he runs a few test strokes on the back of his hand. Only dry, faded streaks from the used pen stain his hand. He lets out a gruff sigh and caps the pen, tossing it into the small trash can in the bathroom.

His palms rest on the spacious counter of the sink as he stares at his reflection in the large, wall width mirror. He could always buy more but he doesn’t have the time to stop at the convenience store before his patrol. The whole eyeliner get up isn’t necessary but in his eyes, it takes his hero costume to another level, and he’s done it for ages.

He makes sure to turn off the bathroom light as he leaves and walks to your room. Not wasting a second, he brings his fist to your door and his signature three knocks rap on the wood. He places his hands on either side of his hips, his foot tapping impatiently as he waits. His feet are still clad in his slippers, contrasting with the stark display of his hero costume.

A soft shuffling can be heard behind your door just before you open it. You come face to face with Katsuki’s agitated expression. Already reading the room, you cut to the chase.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ran out of eyeliner. Thought you might have some to spare.” Giving him a quick once over you can see he’s getting ready to head out for patrol. Ahh so that’s why.

“Yeah I got some you can use. Let me grab it real quick.”

You leave the door ajar as you turn into your room and grab your makeup bag. You sort through it and grab your eyeliner before heading back to Katsuki and passing it to him. He holds it in between his thumb and index finger and examines the tube. It looks different from what he’s used before. Instead of it resembling a marker, the eyeliner is shaped like an elongated nail polish bottle. He shrugs it off though. He’s in a rush to get ready anyways.

“M’gonna use your bathroom mirror to put this on. Mine’s too far of a walk right now.”

“Have at it boss. Just don’t go crazy in there.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He grumbles as he pushes your bathroom door open and switches on the light. He can hear you chuckle in the other room as he unscrews the top of the bottle off. This is definitely not what he’s used before. The brush is incredibly fine and dips into the bottom of the bottle to gather the eyeliner. Liquid eyeliner. He’s never used liquid eyeliner. It always looked like too complicated of an option compared to a pen.

He contemplates calling you into the bathroom for help but decides against it. He can do this. He’s kicked villain ass plenty of times. He can surely conquer a bottle of eyeliner. Tentatively raising the applicator to his eyelid, he closes his eye and begins to paint the makeup on slowly. The thin line he makes looks a bit messy but relatively decent. He opens his eye to get a better look and all hell breaks loose.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” He sneers at his reflection, the skin just under his eyebrow is blotted with wet, black smudges. He furrows his eyebrows and the smearing just seems to get worse. “Fuckin’ hell!”

You, on the other hand, are lounging in your bed, legs stretched out as you beat another level of a game on your phone. His string of curses poke at your attention. You call out to him from your bed.

“You good in there?”

“The hell is this shit you gave me?” He yells back from the bathroom.

“You having trouble?”

“What do you think?” You pause for dramatic effect before speaking again.

“…want me to come in?”

“Do whatever you want.”

He’s always been horrible at asking for help. You hop of the bed and make your way to the bathroom regardless to see what’s going on. The door is already open and you see an angry looking Katsuki when you walk in. He’s got your micellar cleansing water and cotton pads laid out on the counter, his right hand using a soaked pad to dab away any residual black streaks from his eye. You lean a hip on the counter and grab the bottle.

“Have you ever used liquid liner before?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Katsuki-”

“No. Now, you gonna tell me how this thing works or what?” He tosses the dirtied cotton wipe into your trash can and faces you, frown still etched on his face.

“I mean I could but don’t you have work in like, 15 minutes? I don’t think you have time to mess it up again.” His body slightly tenses and he reaches for his phone and checks the time.

“Shit…” he cuts himself off and exhales, shoulders dropping. He puts his phone back in his pocket and moves to clean up your counter.

“I could always just do it for you, y’know? It’ll be quicker since I’ve used this before.” He stops cleaning and looks over at you, left brow raised.

“Huh? What do you mean ‘do it for me?’”

“I can do your eyeliner is what I mean. I’m fast.” He squints at your proposal.

“How fast we talkin’?” A cocky grin creeps it’s way onto your face.

“Faster than you.”

“Don’t be a smartass.”

“Is that a yes?” You chide.

“Just be quick about it. I don’t got time for any extra shit.” Without wasting anymore time, you dip the applicator into the tube a few times before taking it out, cleaning the excess off on the lip of the bottle.

You get closer to his body and move the brush near his face. “I’m gonna hold down on the top of your eyelid okay? Helps make sure the line comes out cleaner.”

“Whatever. Do what you gotta do just hurry up.” And with that, you get to work. Your thumb lightly presses on the area just above the top of his left eyelid to smoothen the skin. Your other hand gently swipes the tip of the brush on his eye, a thin, clean line of black following the curve of his lash line. His lashes just barely graze the palm of your hand, each exhale he blows through his nose is warm on your forearm. The side of your hand propped on the side of his face, to steady your strokes, is flush on his cheek. You can feel the muscles under his cheekbones flex every so often as he clenches his teeth. In a matter of seconds you’re moving onto the next eye when his left cracks open.

You tap his arm. “Don’t open your eye yet.”

“Why the hell not?”

“You have to let it dry first. This isn’t a quick dry liner like you’re used to.” He grumbles in response, the low tenor echoing off the bathroom walls. You finish up his right eye and straighten up, fanning your hands in front of his face to help the drying process. After a few seconds, you deem it good enough.

“Alright, you’re good to go.” You cap the bottle and watch as Katsuki stares at himself in the mirror, a smug smirk showing off his pearly whites. It’s almost scary.

“Not half bad. Might appoint you as my stylist when I’m a pro.”

“Get the hell out of my bathroom.” He lands an unbothered stare at you and folds his arms across his well built chest, jaw tilting upward in a challenging angle.

“Make me.”

You cock up a brow. “Doesn’t your patrol start in nine minutes?”

A choked noise leaves his throat before he grabs his phone and checks the time again. His eyes widen and he all but bolts out of your bathroom, practically bulldozing through your bedroom and racing towards the front door. You laugh as you notice his slides are still on, his boots left near the door. You jog to the front door and fling it open, yelling out into the street.

“Shoes, Katsuki!”

[marvelmaniac715]

Chucky’s will from the official Chucky Instagram account with my thoughts:

The Damballa law firm is ICONIC

We love a man who is aware of his own mental instability

It’s nice that he’s handing his voodoo stuff over to Tiff, we all know how much voodoo means to him

It’s good that he acknowledges GG in his will, though it’s so sad he just refers to them as ‘my bloodline’ instead of ‘my child’ or ‘my kid’, so does GG get all of his creepy paintings and stuff? How much money does he have? What can GG even BUY with their inheritance? Also they have every right to call Chucky out as an absent father, that part of the will 100% won’t be adhered to

Chucky supports small creators by donating his own body parts to create a sculpture (“freak show” is not a nice term, I thought you weren’t a ‘monster’, Charles…)

There is NO WAY that he’s giving poor Lexy the chainsaw that killed her mother, and the utter SHADE and AUDACITY in calling her “little-miss-lost-my-sister”, I love it

My favourite ongoing joke in the entire Chucky franchise has to be the fact that Chucky just hates Devon for literally no reason, love it

Nothing for Andy? Considering he’s been in Chucky’s life almost as long as Tiff has you’d think he’d give his friend til the end SOMETHING, even if it was sarcastic like with the Hackensack trio

Nothing for Nica? You lived in her body and had a crush on her mother, Chucky, you owe the woman, like, a creepy portrait you did of her mother or something, at the very least

Caroline Cross has been SNUBBED! Isn’t she like his replacement child since GG didn’t work out for him? Doesn’t she even get a knife or some cash? Something to remember her surrogate father by?

Also this man needs to learn how to SPELL or at least how to capitalise certain words

[mercymermaid]

oh well, more human ax it is

the first time the pines 'meet' him, it's in the gift shop. ax is there to scout out the environment in his little 'mission' of checking up on their ward, and for their ultimate convenience, bill is right there, working as a cashier (stan likes his ability to scam people out of money, disguises it as free labor so ford doesn't get mad). this isn't how he planned for it to go, but it's a perfectly fine line of action. they probably buy something small, maybe a t-shirt or a little trinket to decorate their home dimension.

bill doesn't actually recognize them at first, too bored out of his mind to pay attention to his surroundings. he only registers the familiarity of this stranger when he looks them in the face to try and charm them into paying an extra ten bucks, and realizes that the shades of the customer's hair are insanely familiar, those dark, wide eyes, that stupid smile... ax doesn't say anything, allowing this to play out how it will, but once bill registers who exactly is standing in front of him, it's obvious.

ax can read their ward like an open book, and smile, gently greeting him. bill snaps, launches himself over the counter at the axolotl, because how dare they smile in the face of his hopeless fate? he pins them to the floor, but only because ax knows he needs it, and they allow it to happen. they bear fist after fist to the face, letting bill get his anger out, even allowing him to have the satisfaction of hearing them let out a deadpan "ow". it's only once he manages to nick their cheek on the rough floor do they gently wrestle him off.

midway through this, stan barges in, ready to tell off a bitchy customer, and is greeted with the sight of bill trying to rain hell upon this random stranger. he calls ford to deescalate, and they manage to separate bill from ax (ax does most of the work, subtly shoving the former dream demon off of themselves.)

ford, ashamed of the fact that he allowed bill to roam free enough to beat someone up, offers to help patch up ax. (stan throws in a clause of "this never happened, so shut up about it", ford is unhappy with this, but ax agrees for the sake of the joke.) ax definitely doesn't need this, considering they are still a god, just in the shape of a human, and are perfectly capable of dealing with these tiny injuries. however, they do want to familiarize themselves with the pines on a slightly deeper level, for the sake of their mission, so they allow themselves to be taken care of.

they introduce themselves as alex, since 'axel' would be too obvious, but 'alex' was close enough (they wanted to keep their identity a secret, still for the sake of this damn mission). the mystery twins are sent in to entertain this stranger (ford and stan went to hunt down some ice), and mabel is immediately drawn to the fact that this man is wearing a sweater vest over a rainbow hawaiian shirt, and socks with sandals. she likes their eclecticness. dipper is more drawn to the sense of vague familiarity and the obvious feeling of oddness surrounding the stranger.

ax allows mabel to paint their nails as an apology, and engage in a surprisingly philosophical discussion with dipper (he's ecstatic to talk to someone smart that isn't ford, as much as he loves his grunkle). bill is in the other room, fuming, waiting for the twins to leave so he can give the overgrown fish lizard a piece of his mind, ignoring the fact that he would literally be dead without their intervention.

they leave eventually with two extra ice packs, but it's far from the last the pines (and, begrudgingly, bill) see of them. they consistently run into each other in town and on adventures, until slowly, this alex becomes an unofficial part of the shack's dysfunctional gaggle of people.

[jackactuallywrites]

Drunk and Disorderly part 7

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x You

Rating: Mild, no sex, but lots of drinking

Warnings: If you’re British, regular night out, if you’re not British this may be classified as alcohol abuse 😎

Summary: You go out on a date, and Ghost gets absolutely wasted. Coincidence? I think not.

Notes: Ghost is a big drunk mess in this and I love him for it

Word count: 3,060

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“I can’t believe you’re giving up so easily.” “She’s not giving up, Elle. She’s going on a date.” Elle pouted as she painted a perfect cat flick at the corner of your eye, “Ghost wants you.” You were tempted to roll your eyes at her but decided you could do that when she wasn’t holding a delicate brush right next to your eyeball, “Ghost only wants me to be a better soldier. I don’t think he’s interested in getting in my knickers.” Elle scoffed, setting the eyeliner brush aside as she picked up the fake lashes, “Believe me. He might be all proper about rules and all, but if he wasn’t your superior, he’d be all over you.” Katy huffed, “Unlike some people, our girl is a good soldier.” Elle wrinkled her nose at Katy, “Hey! I’m a good soldier!” You pulled her attention back, “Elly, lashes first.” She pursed her lips but did as you asked, gently pressing one lash into place, then picking up the other and repeating the process, grumbling as she did so, “Just because I’m a bit of a slag doesn’t mean I’m not a good soldier.” Katy finally picked up one of the dresses she’d set out on her bed, a shimmery two-tone slip, the sequins constantly shifting between shades of blue and green, and tossed it on the bed next to you, “That and the strappy sandals.”

When you were finally dressed up, Kate gave you one last critical once-over, inspecting your outfit before she gave it her nod of approval. “Gorgeous. What time are you meeting him?” You checked your phone, “We said around ten at the main bar.” “Better get a move on then.” You hesitated, looking at yourself in the mirror, feeling as though your outfit was more suited for a pride parade rather than a first date, “What’s wrong with jeans and a nice top?” Katy rolled her eyes, “Because it’s hard to look sexy wriggling out of skinny jeans.” You didn’t question the assumption you’d be shagging on the first date, glancing over at Elle as she emerged from the bathroom, having taken considerably less time to get ready, “How come she gets to wear jeans!” “Elle’s had endless practice getting out of jeans quickly.” Elle nodded sagely, “I have.” It was impossible to argue with that, so you dropped it, “Right. You ready to go?” Elle glanced at herself in the mirror, admiring her lipgloss, “Let’s go!”

Elle disappeared into the crowd as soon as you reached the main bar, no doubt finding a group of friends somewhere to keep her company as she loitered in the background of your date, ready to save you the moment you asked. You decided to turn your attention to the bartender, ordering a shot to settle your nerves and then a vodka lemonade to push you into a relaxing state of tipsiness. Time was creeping forward as you waited for your date to arrive, and you found yourself idly wondering if Ghost was somewhere in the club, scanning the crowd for that familiar mask.

As such, you had no luck finding Ghost, but you did see your date, weaving through the crowd to the bar, raising his hand in greeting as he spotted you. You decided to take a small break with a glass of water as your date approached, quickly sipping it as he leaned against the bar next to you, turning to greet him, “You must be Max!” He smiled, “That I am! Lieutenant Maxim of the HMS Dauntless.” You grinned, “I heard you were navy.” “Royal Navy.” You snorted, “Right.” He signalled at the bartender for a drink before looking back at you, ��Wouldn’t expect a landlubber to know that.” “Landlubber? Are you a pirate?” He grinned at you, “Privateer. Can I buy you a drink?” You hesitated, glancing at your glass of water and thinking about the vodkas already oozing into your bloodstream, but you were barely leaning into tipsy, “Sure. Vodka lemonade.”

For a naval officer, Maxim wasn’t entirely awful company, though he seemed a bit too interested in ships and not as interested in you as you would have liked. You glanced around the crowd as Max went on about the marines, looking for that familiar mask as you did your best not to look too bored by the conversation. It was strange; a date set up by Elle was usually solid; the men might not have always been relationship material, but they were always gorgeous and charming enough to keep your attention.

“Are you listening?”

You’d been caught out. You’d thought you’d seen a familiar back, large and imposing, and you’d entirely blanked out on what Max had been saying. There was no covering up for that, so you gave him a guilty smile, hoping it would soothe his irritation, “Sorry, I just thought I saw- it doesn’t matter.” Max frowned, “What, you thought you saw your ex?” “No, no, he’s not an ex, it’s-“ You could practically feel yourself digging the hole as you spoke, so you shut your mouth, but the damage had already been done. He sighed, “Look. You’re a nice bird and all, but you’re clearly not over whoever’s on your mind right now, and I’m not into being second best on a first date.” He downed the rest of his drink and then turned and left without another word.

You sat there for a good minute, allowing the shame of being caught yearning for another man to wash over you before you brushed it off and went in search of Elle.

Elle was always fairly easy to find; her bleach-blonde hair was quite recognisable, and even without that, she always had trouble modulating the volume of her voice after she’d had a few, so it was as simple as following the Scouse accent. She’d settled herself in a surprisingly small group, but you didn’t bother looking at any of the faces as you sulked over and sat yourself down in her lap. She didn’t need to ask how your date went, and she curled a reassuring arm around your shoulders even as she laughed, “Oh babes, did it not go well?” You grumbled into her sweet-scented hair, “God awful.” She pet your back, “You’re alright. Johnny, shift over, make room.” “Aye, will do.”

You’d already made a fool of yourself in front of one man today, so you sat upright, your eyes finally finding Johnny. That Johnny. Better known as Soap. Your eyes flicked to Elle, and she smiled at you innocently, “Look who I bumped into!” You knew without a doubt that there were no coincidences here. Elle was an absolute fox in her wiliness, and you were beginning to question whether your date had been a deliberate mismatch. Soap gestured to Elle, a slight slurring in his words, “Never knew a bird could put down so much vodka before.” She grinned, “Well, I had to defend the good name of Liverpool against slander. Blame your man.” The name didn’t even need to be said; you already knew who they were talking about before Soap answered, “Aye, well, Ghost’s Mancunian through and through. Bound to happen.” She laughed, “You best go check on him; he looked a bit green around the gills.” Soap did as he was told, walking off in the direction of the toilets, leaving you alone with the treacherous snake herself.

“Elle.” “Yes, darling?” Asking her about her crafty plans never yielded any answers, but there was something else off about her. You were swimming in an alcohol-induced haze, yet she looked suspiciously coherent. “Are you even drunk?” She grinned wickedly, “Stone cold sober. Those dickheads trusted me to get the shots. Idiots. I’ve been drinking water all night.” “How drunk is Ghost right now?” She giggled, “Oh, just you wait. That man is fucking funny when he’s bladdered.” “Fucking Machiavelli.” “You’re welcome.” She looked up as the two men returned, shifting in the seat so there was a space free on either side of you both, already waving her fingers at Soap for him to sit next to her, the man carrying a pint of water, “You found him!” “He got lost.”

Ghost was leaning on Soap’s shoulder as he staggered back over to the booth, wearing the same cargo trousers and jumper as always, his mask pulled up around his mouth. You could see the puzzled look in his eyes as his gaze fell on you. “It’s you!” He slumped down into the seat beside you, his arm sprawled out on the cushion behind you, the other one on the table, boxing you in, “I thought you were on a date with some royal marine tonight.” You glanced at Elle suspiciously, but naturally, she was already in deep conversation with Soap. You couldn’t be bothered to even try and think of a lie, so you groaned, “It was awful.” Ghost smiled, leaning in, “‘Cause you went with a royal marine, love. What you want is SAS.” He shifted away from you, then tugged off his jumper, setting it on the table in front of you, revealing his toned, tattooed arms yet again. “Too hot.” Finally, he seemed to notice your outfit, his eyes flicking over your dress, and he reached out to touch it with his fingers, his gloves no doubt lost somewhere in the club. He flipped one of the sequins between green and blue, a smile on his lips as he played with it, “Cool. Like a sexy mermaid.”

Elle was right. Ghost was absolutely sloshed. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and feel the clumsiness in his movements as he rested his hand on your thigh, seeming to be greatly entertained by how the sequins changed colour when he ran his fingers up and down the material. Funny as it was, you didn’t want the man to end up chundering all over you, so you reached out to grab the pint of water on the table, “You should drink some water.” “You should drink some water.” “Ghost.” He groaned, “It’s too hot to drink water.” “That doesn’t make any sense.” “Your mum doesn’t make any sense.” You could hear Elle trying and failing to stifle her amusement, and you tapped Ghost on the shoulder, “Come on. Let’s get you some air.” “Aye, aye, ma’am.”

Thankfully, Ghost wasn’t belligerent as you took his arm and led him through the crowd, weaving your way through the mass of people and out through the back door into the smoking area. Everyone and their mother seemed to be smoking at that moment, so you pulled him to a far corner, away from the heat lamps that people were huddled around, thankful that you’d chosen a different club that wasn’t so populated with soldiers. Ghost sat down in the corner of the wooden bench, sighing with relief as the cool breeze hit him. He sprawled out to get comfortable, his feet up on the empty seat beside him, resting his back against the brick wall. He sat still for a moment, then looked up at you, “You not gonna sit down, love?” You gestured at the complete lack of space, but Ghost was undeterred, reaching out to grab your wrist and pulling you onto his lap, enveloping you in a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around your waist, “Plenty of space for you, darlin’. Now, c’mon, tell me about your date.”

Initially, you hesitated, but then you remembered. Ghost was trashed. It was very unlikely that he would remember or even comprehend anything you said.

“I mean for starts, he walked out on me. I think that about sums up how it went.” “Prick. Want me to kill him?” From anyone else, it would have been a joke, but there was a decent chance he was asking honestly. “No.” “You sure, sweetheart? I could make it look like an accident.” “No, Ghost. It was my fault he left.” He huffed, resting his chin in the crook of your neck, “Doubt it.” “He caught me completely spacing out on what he was saying.” “He’s a boat man. Probably boring as shit. Not your fault.” “How about the fact that I told him I was thinking about another guy.” He laughed, “You’re joking.” “I wish.” He rubbed his nose up and down your neck, and you could feel the goosebumps rising on the back of your neck, “So, what lad were you thinking about?” You weren’t about to up and confess, so you avoided the question, “Just some lad on base.” “And why aren’t you with that lad?” “Rules.” “Ahh, fraternisation. That old chestnut.” “It’s a bitch.”

Ghost shifted you on his lap so he could look down at you, his eyes slightly narrowed, “So, this lad.” You looked up at him, “What about him?” “Tell me about him.” “Why?” He grinned, stroking your arm with his fingers, “So I know if I have anyone to be jealous of.” “You get jealous?” “I’m only human, love.” “You sure about that?” He smiled, running his fingers along your arm until he caught your hand, which he then placed on his chest, “See?” You could feel his heartbeat thudding steadily under your fingertips, a sure sign of his humanity and also the most intimate gesture he’d expressed so far. “Ghost?” He rested his head against yours, “Mm?” The confession was on the tip of your tongue, but you bit it back, “We should probably get you back. You’re gonna be in for a royal hangover tomorrow.” He groaned, “Comfy.” You shifted away from him, but he pulled you back, wrapping his arms around you tighter, “No. Stay with me.” “We can’t stay out here in the cold.” “But you’re here.” You figured he wouldn’t remember any promises you made, so what did it matter? “I promise I won’t ditch you when we get back to barracks.”

Apparently, that was all the motivation he needed, and he swung his legs off the bench, sweeping you up in his arms and carrying you off, ignoring your protests that you could happily walk yourself back on your own two feet. “At least let me send a text to Elle so she doesn’t think you’ve kidnapped me!” He chuckled, “Maybe I have.” “Ghost.” He spun around with you in his arms, “Don’t you think we’re past that?” “Past what?” “You calling me Ghost.” “What am I supposed to call you?” “Think we’ve moved up to Riley.” “You think?” “Darlin’, I’m half tempted to let you call me Si.” You raised a brow at him, “Si?” “As in Simon.” “Simon Riley?” He purred at you, “I like the way you say my name.” “Really?” “Just don’t say it in front of anyone else. Our little secret, yeah?” “Deal.”

It didn’t take long for him to reach the barracks, though he didn’t seem to be sobering up, still taking the time to do a little spin every now and then. He didn’t stop to put you down, sauntering through the buildings as though he owned the place, holding you with one arm as he opened the doors until he finally opened the one that led into his private quarters. It was a fairly plain room, sparsely furnished, and he kicked the door closed behind the two of you, spinning you in a circle before he sat down on the bed, kicking his shoes off as he yanked back the duvet and then settled down onto the mattress. Your promise was looking a little too solid for your liking, but you were in Ghost’s room, you were in his bed, and you didn’t really give a shit about anything else right now.

The depressing effects of alcohol were beginning to settle in for Ghost now; you could see it in the way his breathing slowed, his eyes closed, though his arms remained around you like a vice. You shifted slightly, and he grumbled at you but released his hold enough for you to sit up, his hand resting on your thigh.

You had a choice now. You could slip out the door and leave Ghost to get a decent night’s rest, or you could spend the night with him. It should have been a tricky choice, but it wasn’t. You bent down to unbuckle your sandals, setting them on the floor beside Ghost’s boots. The sequins on your dress didn’t exactly make for comfortable pyjamas, nor did the matching underwear underneath, but it wasn’t as though you could strip down in Ghost’s room. Or could you? It had been a weird night; what was a little more boundary-breaking? “Ghost.” He didn’t stir, so you reached out to tap on his chest, “Ghost.” For a second, you thought he’d fallen asleep, but then you saw his lips twitch in a smirk, and you laughed, “Seriously?” He gave a curt nod, and you relented, “Fine. Si.” He cracked one eye open and looked at you, “Mm?” “You mind if I steal a T-shirt or something?” He closed his eye again, “Like I don’t already give you my clothes.” He had a point. “Top drawer.”

You stood up, though Ghost seemed reluctant to let you go, and walked over to the set of drawers in his room. In the top drawer, as advised, was an array of matching T-shirts, almost all of them black, with a few green tops and very little civilian clothing. You picked out a plain black top, glancing to make sure that Ghost wasn’t looking, before quickly shimmying out of your dress and pulling the T-shirt over the top. You took off your bra underneath the top, careful not to reveal any more skin than necessary, before rolling it up in your dress and placing it next to your shoes. Then, you returned to the bed, though you hesitated at climbing back in, hesitating at the side.

Ghost had no such problem, reaching out to grab your arm and gently pull you into his bed. If you wanted to, you could have easily slipped out of his loose grip, but you didn’t. You let him pull you into his bed and drape his arm over your waist, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he rested his head against yours, keeping a careful distance between your bodies as you settled into sleep.

[swordmouse]

Cosplay ear fins tutorial

I made ear fins for an Eridan cosplay, and a lot of people asked how I made them. I haven’t seen anyone else doing the same method I used, so I thought I’d share.

I started out with some wire. I don’t know the exact gauge off the top of my head, but I don’t think it particularly matters as long as it’s thick enough to hold its shape but thin enough to shape with your hands/pliers. Cutting up a sturdy wire coat hanger would probably give you workable material.

Here are the bases I made. I put some paper over my ears first and sketched a loose outline to get the size I wanted, but I didn’t end up following it too closely. It was mostly a lot of trial and error. I decided on four tines for each ear fin, but you could do a different amount or longer tines if you want. I used round nose and needle nose pliers to shape the wire, but I mostly used my hands and you could probably do this project without pliers if you don’t have them. The ends are curled to avoid stabbing myself in the ear with wire. You want the ear fins to go in front of your ears, and then the wire at the ends loops around the back of your ears to hold them in place. Getting this right took a lot of trying them on and adjusting them, but I eventually got them to where they would stay on without any adhesive but didn’t squeeze my ears too badly.

Next, cut up some old pantyhose/tights to get nylon material. You don't need too much material for this, so sock-style pantyhose would be enough. I happened to have some old tights with holes in them so I just cut out some non-holey pieces. I used black tights since it was the closest I had to gray. You’ll color over these later, but try to get a base shade as close to your desired ear color as possible to make things easier later on. I wouldn’t recommend buying new tights in the exact color you want since that’s expensive and wasteful, so you’ll probably be choosing between black, beige, and maybe white, but just keep in mind that you’ll have to color over it and the coloring method isn't completely opaque. Like, don't use black tights if you want white ears.

Stretch the nylon over the wire bases. I used a roughly square piece of nylon for each ear and folded it in half, then scrunched the excess to pull it tight and used binder clips to hold the material in place. Then use a thread in the color you want the ears to be and sew along the whole open edge of the nylon, anchoring it to the wire frame as shown below. Keep the nylon stretched tight over the tines while sewing so it has those divots in between tines. Cut off excess material and sew the raw edges down.

Try the ears on again and adjust as needed.

Paint the fabric with Mod Podge (I used matte but I think other finishes would work too.) Take extra care to spread the Mod Podge around the sewn edges to really glue things in place. Wait for the Mod Podge to dry on the nylon. This creates a hard, chalkboard-like surface that you can color on, but keeps some of the transparency of the nylon. I used a combination of chalk, pastels, and eyeshadow powder to color the ears. If you’re going for ears that match your skin tone, foundation powder would probably work. I was just using whatever art supplies I had around, but any powdery pigment should do the job.

I started with white chalk all over the surface to lighten the black color into grey. Then I used white pastel to make highlight lines on the top of each tine and black pastel to make shadow lines below each tine. This added some definition and made the tines look more three dimensional. I filled the spaces between tines with some purple pastel, which I blended into the grey shade with my finger. I then put a layer of shimmery purple eyeshadow over it to give it a nice sheen.

Once you’re done coloring the ears, seal the whole thing with some hairspray and you’re ready to go! You could probably also add some earrings to them if that’s the look you’re going for.

Here’s my final result! I was able to wear a mask with them and they were relatively comfortable to wear all day. Let me know if you have any questions and if you try this tutorial, definitely send me pictures of the results!

[hometoursandotherstuff]

It’s dark, and it needs work. But, it’s got some great features, and the real estate ad says it can possibly be used for a business (noooooo, not an office!). This 1900 Victorian is located in Macomb, Illinois, has 3bd. 2.5ba, and is listed for only $107K. Give it a look. 

The first thing we see as we enter is beautiful original wood & floors. I would like to see what’s under that carpet and the wood wall looks like it’s been stripped and re-stained, so it needs some sealer.

You can just see a glimpse of the beautiful ceiling millwork.

Wow, gorgeous fireplace. Also, the carpet really matches the wallpaper. It could stay awhile.

Look at the fabulous floors. Love that. 

Windows w/original wood- look at that dental crown molding! I don’t think that the tiny corbels are original, though.

Gold ceiling, medallion and beautiful chandelier. Love the door and columns. It’s dark, but there’s some lovely millwork on the right.

Another original door, ceiling beams, and a cool light fixture. Love the walls, too. Must be the dining room.

You can see that gorgeous fireplace from here and look at the size of the crown molding.

Wow, the windows in the turret out front. Look at the beautifully detailed crown molding. 

Hmmm...looks like a picnic bench up there. Don’t like the kitchen, it’s a dated reno, but it’s not urgent. It’s still a useable kitchen for now. Plus, the appliances are new.

This bathroom has been painted over, and it would look great with reproduction Victorian plumbing fixtures.

There’s a lot of wallpaper in this house. Some of it should be removed, which is a lot of work.

The hall to the bedrooms still has the original gas light fixture on the wall. 

Not lovin’ the shower, but the pedestal sink is cool. 

This bd. needs some sprucing up.

Bd. set up as a family room. Loving all the original doors.

Why do they keep it so dark? Open the shades. Looks like a nice new floor in here.

Is that a grapevine? I LOVE grapevines. My grandparents had one and I couldn’t get enough of those sweet Concord grapes. 

Nice little porch on the back.

Large yard with a garage.

Oh, how can you resist this? Look at how pretty she is. I hope an office doesn’t buy it, it needs to stay a house.

https://www.century21.com/property/501-n-lafayette-street-macomb-il-61455-C2182973690

[shaakyhaands]

Hear Me Out:

Court of Darkness but MC is an investigative journalist.

Do we ever really get any details on what MC did on Earth?

Like no, deadass— we know she had an apartment and Robin. How is she paying rent? How is she buying cat food, or paying Robin’s vet bills?

I’m willing to bet the devs intentionally didn’t give us much detail about MC’s occupation, specifically so we the reader can ✨ project ✨ onto her.

That being said: let’s make up some occupations for her!

I think an investigative MC would be fun! She’s in a whole new dimension, there’s a ton to explore. Reality itself behaves differently, allowing magic! There’s an entire history of this world’s inhabitants! Wars, art, culture, food, philosophy, sciences, MAGIC! This would be fucking paradise for an exploratory personality.

Some headcanons:

MC always has questions. About everything. From the tangible and quantitative (“what is this?”) to the conceptual and abstract (“interesting. You seem to feel very strongly on this subject, am I reading that right? Can you tell me more? What influenced your judgement?”).

When she’s not peppering one of the consorts with questions about life in this world, she’s reading. What is she reading? Everything. Everything she can get her hands on. Especially books on history.

Speaking of reading and asking questions— MC bonds with Toa in her pursuits of knowledge. He helps her learn how to read and write (language barriers). While Guy, a man of action more than words, might get tired of MC’s incessant questions (and I really mean incessant, this isn’t shade at Guy. This MC is straight up annoying, never shuts up)— Toa has more patience.

Speaking of history— she studies historical events and the relationships between the kingdoms. Important players on the world stage, what they did, who they were cool with and who they pissed off and why. Why, why, why, MC is very interested in learning why things are the way they are.

So much so, she looks into events deeper than most native inhabitants would probably have any reason to. She wants to find the information not in the history books. She wants to know what actually happened— who pulled what strings, who is connected to who else and how did those connections play out, etc.

Through her research, MC learns about a lot of royals before they’re otherwise introduced. Not only does she learn of their existence (“Toa has a sister? Toa has three sisters? 👀”), but she, through the lens of various historical accounts (that she certainly cross referenced with each other), learns of their character. What they’ve done. And, reading between the lines, what some books failed to explain or navigated around, she’s able to get a better sense of their real personalities.

For example: Reading several accounts of her behaviour, if MC is piecing together the information correctly, than the picture her research is painting of Idina is a very, very cold one. Thinking about the implications makes MC shiver. To think this woman is related to Toa, it actually make too much sense.

Speaking of her research: MC definitely has the magical equivalent of a conspiracy theory pin board in her bedroom— one mapping out the connections between the kingdoms and powerful individuals.

This ^ This, but it’s MC, and the red string is connecting Idina to several assassinations untimely, very unfortunate and super totally accidental deaths of government officials. Toa is the person in the foreground.

“Okay, but why” you might be inclined to ask. “Why is MC asking all these questions, what’s the point”

The point is, she is an investigative journalist. So far, I’ve really emphasized the “investigative” part. But, my sweet summer child, there’s an entire second half of that title.

The point being, MC is recording all of the information she’s gathering.

The history, the art, the culture, the sciences, the magic— all of it. All of it, she is making an immaculate record of. How, you might ask? Well, you have some options:

Personally, I’m a huge fan of MCs who got transported with some of their earthly tech on their person. I have more than once gotten home and straight up passed out after a long day, still holding onto or wearing my daily gear. Let me put it this way: if they were able to bring her god damn cat with her, I see no reason why MC couldn’t bring, say, a backpack with her. Maybe a satchel, or a crossbody bag. If it was on or near her person when she fell asleep, I can imagine it getting caught up in the process.

Say this MC did have her bag with her. That means she has a myriad of technology potentially at her disposal. Laptop, tablet, camera. If you really want to lean into the “investigative reporter” side of things, she could even have an old school hand held tape recorder. At the very least, she definitely has a phone.

“Tech would die, though, how is she going to charge it” magic, babe. Via Roy’s consort path, we learned that inhabitants of the magical realm make magical weapons out of silversmithing. The reason Roy gives is that silver is a good conductor of electricity and magical energy:

(Please ignore the shit image quality, YouTube is being mean)

My point being, you understand the implications of this statement? People in Salagia know what electricity is. At least, on some level. So if MC just made one friend out of the S ranks, or Sherry, I’m sure they could come up with some way to keep any of MC’s earthly electronics permanently charged.

Outside of tech— remember how MC has to pretty much learn how to read and write? Because the Salagian language, it’s not English. In the American server, it’s hinted that the Salagain language is some derivative of Latin, and magic helps translate speech between MC and everyone else. In Toa’s path, MC can sort of read? But it’s not like speaking, and she pretty much has to relearn from the ground up (Warning: mild spoilers for Toa’s route, maybe?):

Point being: if MC can’t really read Salagian writing, then I doubt Salagians can read anything in MC’s native language (be that English, Japanese, or anything else).

So, theoretically speaking, MC could just write in her native language and no one would really be able to tell wtf she’s writing. Whose gonna teach them, her? Not if she doesn’t want them to know, she won’t.

So, to recap:

Our little investigative journalist MC is given the scoop of a fucking lifetime, being transported to a different universe.

With her tech, raw determination, and the help of some new friends, she gathers intel and writes up reports— be that literally writing, recording speech, or making video essays.

Photos, videos, any documentation she can make, she does.

The knowledge she gains enables her to move through this new world with a bit more discretion. She’s better able to navigate social settings (“everyone with blue eyes seems to hate me?… Oh yeah, the red, Avari, got it. I’ll just be cool, then”), and potentially avoid shady characters (“note to self: avoid Idina. Also, Toa needs therapy.”)

Maybe she discovers some cults earlier than she would otherwise?? 👀

And if/when she eventually gets back home, even if it’s just to visit friends, but not actually stay there— she will have the most epic story of all time. With supporting documents.

Other fun headcanons:

If this MC does pair up with a consort, everyone is like “… bro, your girl… she never stops asking questions” and her paramour is just like “fuck yeah, she doesn’t 😍”

“What are you writing” “a list of workers rights violations, I can’t believe unions are a foreign concept in this world.”

If an animal/creature shows up, MC is the first to jump to its defense. “It’s a siren!” “She’s part of an endangered species, you cretin!” “She can kill you! Aren’t you scared??” “So could tripping and falling over. Bottom line is, I’m not going to let you hurt her!”

“Do you not have kings in your world?” “I mean, they exist, but let me tell you about 1789 France…” *cue the radicalization of the S ranks*

Say a king shows up to the school for an event, oh BOY will she have Words. Not only would she ask a shit ton of questions, she will also have no fucking fear, because she has no respect for their title. “I read about this policy decision, what was this experience like for you?” Whatever prince is the associated son of the king is like “MC, please, I’m so scared for you, don’t incur his wrath”, while the king is just like “you know?… this person?.. this person is bold. To talk to me like this, the blatant lack of idol worship, almost bordering on disrespect, even… this is Different. New. Fun. I almost feel like a normal person, even.” And so, the king engages with all of her questions, much to their son’s potential dismay.

Anyways— god it feels good to get this enormous idea out of my brain and on a digital page. The Thought has been Purged, I am now free. Been a hot minute since I did some long form theorizing for CODVN, feels nice man. 😁

[sundaysplayzone]

Commonly Asked Questions.

I get asked the same 3-5 questions all the time, so I thought I might make this new lil pinned post to help everyone out! But first, I want to thank you all for visiting my blog!

Do you take requests?

No, I do not.

Are your commission open?

Yes currently! Honestly now a days they’re almost always open. You can check them out on my website HERE!

Are you okay with gift art?

Of course! I would be flattered! If you’d like, you can find most of my characters here on toyhouse (I promise to update it soon!)!

How do you get the retro/vhs effects on your art?

I actually made a tutorial on that here! But honestly at the end of the day it’s a lot of “I plug this picture into several different apps and video editing software.” I wish I could give you a simple answer, but there is no easy way to do it that’s the same every time. I rarely if ever do it the same way back to back. Some colors look better when edited in Photoshop, some in Photomosh Pro. I pay almost $100 a month to have access to all of the software I use to make these effects because it’s part of my job. But luckily you can find so many free tutorials and apps out there, you just need to be curious and try new things!

What do you use to draw?

Another vague answer whoo! Sorry, but I use so many things to draw! But usually it’s sketch/ink/color/shade in Paint Tool Sai, and then move it to Photoshop to add the background, effects and details. I also use Procreate and Clip Studio from time to time. When it comes to traditional, it’s usually standard cardstock or a mixed media sketchbook. Then I draw and color with microns, copic pens, jelly rollers/gel pens, prisma colored markers and copic markers. 

Did you draw the backgrounds in your art? And if you use screenshots, where do you get them?

In the majority of my pictures, I use screenshots from old cartoons. I get these screenshots from the shows themselves. My friend is kind enough to set up a program that takes snapshots hundreds of times during the show. Then when the episode is over, they send them to me. I then spend HOURS, going through thousands of images and delete all but the good pieces. A majority of the time they take a lot of editing to be usable. I have to clean them up, remove character and scale the images.

This isn’t always the case however! I do often draw my own backgrounds! If you ever want to know, feel free to ask!

As for the more aesthetic/abstract backgrounds, I make those myself! I spent far too much money buying licenses and rights to use tons of different patterns and vectors. With those, I love recreating authentic backgrounds in the style of those seen in the 80s and 90s!

I see you draw a lot of Transformation/Chubby/(insert common movie trope here). Are you a fetish artist?

No, I am not a fetish artist. Do I draw art that might be someone’s fetish? Do I take commissions from people with a fetish for this subject matter? Yes, of course. But people need to realize, furry characters alone are a kink to some people. For me the difference is in how it’s drawn. And I personally do not draw my art in a way that sexualizes the piece.

I love drawing transformation scenes, people being swallowed by a monster, extra big tummies, but not because it’s something that I find hot. I just like drawing fun scenes. I get bored of just drawing a character standing in place all the time. I like drawing wacky scenes! 

A lot of my love for these come from cartoons. Edmund getting turned into a cat in Rock a Doodle. Hercules getting swallowed by the hydra. Kaa hypnotizing... everyone xD It’s just a story telling tool and sometimes it’s fun to draw! I’m not into hypno but I do like drawing big, colorful eyes. I’m just whatever about tf but I love drawing the swirling magic effects and the character changing from human to animal. It’s just cool to me!

In short, when I draw these things, it’s like I get to draw scenes from cartoons and movies in my style. It’s so wonderful to attempt to emulate some of the effects and details they used in movies from my childhood. It’s not about the hand changing into a paw for me, it’s the magical sparkles and how it’s so bright and vibrant compared to everything else. Where you see it go from hand to paw, that’s what I love drawing about tf art! Or being able to exaggerate the body and make a character look weighty by making them really round. Getting to draw a comically big mouth, giving a fun and interesting perspective shot. I think that stuff is so neat! Because it’s art!

I don’t care if it is someone’s fetish. I’m not drawing it in a way that’s sexual. Heck, it even says I wont in my TOS! Everything is G-PG here in Sunday’s Playzone! I’m not here to make that kind of content. It’s okay if adults have fetishes, and so long as you and others aren’t sexualizing my art, all is well!

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Thursday, December 12th, 2024.

When was the last time you did something you didn’t want to do, to please someone else? I baked a Devil's Food cake for my dad yesterday. I wasn't really in the mood to bake and it's not like he asked me to do it right then and there, but he picked it out at the store and I knew we both would enjoy and appreciate it, so it wasn't a big deal. I was happy to do it in that sense.

If you wear mascara, what brand is it? Do you have mascara in any colours other than brown or black? I haven't worn mascara (or any makeup) for years now. I've only ever had it in black.

Do you have a favourite outfit that you like to wear for nights out? I don't have nights out. I'm such an early bird; I hate the thought of being out after dark unless I'm coming home from the shelter…or going out to look at Christmas lights, but that's an entirely different thing.

When was the last time you painted your nails? What colour(s)? It's been years. I'm not sure what the very last color would have been, but probably something like black, dark red or green, silver, or some shade of pink. Possibly no colors at all and just a clear topcoat.

Do you know what you’re going to wear tomorrow? Most likely sweatpants and some combination of animal shelter attire. Gonna be there from 8:00am-5:00pm.

When you have a soft drink, do you prefer it in a bottle or can? I would most prefer it in a glass with plenty of ice.

What’s your least favourite alcoholic drink? Probably vodka because it reminds me of dark times.

Do your parents get annoyed if you go out and come home drunk? Regardless of the exact circumstances, my dad would be concerned due to my past issues with alcohol.

Do you like iced tea or coffee? Those are pretty different things, but I like them both.

Who was the last person to embarrass you? What did they do?

When you’re upset, do you tend to comfort eat or lose your appetite? I just try to stick to my usual routines.

Do you have a friend or relative that turns into a complete ninny when they’ve had too much to drink? I don't know what Oliver is like when they're drunk. I don't think they're much of a drinker in the first place.

Have you ever eaten so much of a favourite food that you got bored of it? Yeah. Speaking of…I might be drifting into a new "food phase" due to my recent stomach issues. I was kind of forced out of my habits and don't yet know how things will settle in the aftermath. There are some foods I don't want to give up and will likely go back to eating as long as there's no trouble, but others I might have to give up or at least consume less frequently or in smaller quantities.

What’s the unhealthiest thing you’ve eaten today? The small piece of chocolate in my breakfast oatmeal bowl.

Who was the last person to send you a message on Facebook? Does/did that person go to the same school as you? Let's go with Instagram. The last person to message me was Ollie and no, we've never attended the same school.

How is your hair looking today? Fine. It's too short for bed head / hat head to affect it much.

What is your favourite brand of haircare products? I don't have a favorite brand or product.

Have you bought any alcoholic drinks in the past week? No.

Has a stranger ever offered to buy you a drink? No.

Do you know anyone that talks constantly about themselves and never even bothers to ask you how you are? I mean, aside from initial greetings, most people don't genuinely ask me how I am.

When was the last time you used a public toilet? Tuesday.

If the last person that hurt you apologized, what would you say to them? I'm not even sure I'm interpreting their actions correctly; I could just be overly sensitive and paranoid. But assuming I am correct, if they apologized, then I would probably just brush it off and tell them not to worry about it.

Did you go shopping today? No.

What was the last thing that put a smile on your face? Esther. She's perched on the arm of my computer chair, watching as I type this.

What is something you’d be happy to receive as a gift, that doesn’t cost a lot? Baked goods or utensils / tools related to baking. Cook books. A new coffee mug.

You’re given an extra $10 and told to go and treat yourself. What do you buy? I'm honestly not sure. Maybe I'd go get a coffee and a snack or something.

Has anyone ever asked for your phone number, and you refused to give it to them? Not that I specifically recall.

When was the last time you used someone else’s phone to text or make a call? Whose phone was it? Probably my dad's phone.

Do you have a favourite comfort food, that you absolutely must eat whenever you’re ill or upset? If I'm actually sick - i.e. with something other than a migraine, like a virus or whatever - then it kind of depends on what I can tolerate. There aren't any foods I have to eat, but there are some that I go to more than others.

If you were to decide now that you wanted to get drunk, what alcohol is available in your house? There's some bourbon left over from when I made that berry tart a few weeks ago.

What kind of music does your significant other/crush like to listen to?

When was the last time you ate cake? What type of cake was it? I had a tiny piece of that Devil's Food cake last night.

Who did you have your first kiss with? Do you remember what colour his/her eyes were? I'm not even sure what to consider my first kiss.

What’s the last letter of your surname? R.

In your phone’s contacts, who is the first person listed under ‘M’? What colour is that person’s hair? Mom. Brown / graying.

Whose Facebook timeline did you post on most recently?

Are there any themes from TV shows that you like to sing along to? Not really.

Kinky question time … to turn you on quickly, where is the best place to touch or kiss you?

Do your grandparents ever ask you about your love life? My grandparents have all passed away. They never asked me about my love life.

Do you eat dessert after dinner? I don't normally eat anything right after dinner, but I will have some dessert-like snacky bits before heading to bed.

Does anyone send you messages to say good morning or goodnight? No.

Have you ever had too much to drink and felt embarrassed about your behaviour the next day? Boooy have I ever.

Have you ever gone into school/work with a hangover? No.

What was the last thing your parents gave you money for? I'm not sure.

Who were the last people you had a group conversation with on Facebook? Never been in a group chat on Facebook. The only group chat I'm part of currently is the one for cattery. We don't really have full on conversations there, though; it's more for the sake of relaying important information.

The last time you were in a car, who was driving? Me. Went to therapy yesterday morning.

Who was the last person you took a photo of? Either my dad or Liv and Riley. Not an identifying photo, but a "behind the scenes" of a kitty photo shoot we did a few weeks ago.

What was the last thing that stressed you out? Intrusive thoughts.

Tell me about your last night out. Did anything interesting or amusing happen?

Who was the last new artist you came across, that you really liked?

What was the last video you watched on YouTube? Marfoogle TV.

What was the last song you listened to, that reminded you of someone? Not sure.

Have you ever told anyone that you were never going to speak to them again, but then you did? Probably.

How old is the last male you texted? 71.

When you go out drinking, what do you prefer to drink?

What was the last thing a friend bought for you? A little alien comic book.

What colour was the last mug you drank out of? Mostly white with bits of tan, gray, and red.

Do you have a collection of anything? No.

Is there a food or drink that you haven’t had before, but would like to try? I finally tried bubble tea!!! Lol, this was actually quite some time ago, all the way back in spring, but…!!! I got a taro one at Mongolian Grill.