#as a cosplayer i get so obsessed with clothing

[quiescentem-puella]

Till's expressing himself through clothing – a rant

today's sad alnst thought of the day is that no matter how you view round 6, I think it's undeniable that ivan was able to give back to till a piece of himself that he lost after witnessing round 5

and i'm talking about this

I think Till outfits are important when it comes to discerning his mental state/attitude, both because of plot-related reasons (imo Till has a degree of power over deciding or at least selecting his clothes) and also character design (in a media like alnst, where most things are said by showing them, it's clear that vivimeng put lots of thought behind the visuals). We know nothing about the behind-the-scenes between r6 and r7, so we can just LOOK at Till to see if something changed

I said that Till has some power over his outfit choices because he's the only one who personalizes them, or so it looks like. It's very much in Till's rebellious nature to vandalize his outfits and I think both the r2 outfit (the spray-painted t-shirt, the patch hiding his branding, the lack of shoes) and the scene we see in the top 3 video (with graffiti all over the room and paint all over him) are proof of that. He's always shown drawing and doodling, so i think it's a fair assumption that when we see that on his clothing, it's his handiwork.

And that... disappears in round 6. Whether we look at his outfit in the actual round or when he's entertaining segyeins, he's dressed in muted, dark clothing. Very put together for his previous standards, almost elegant with his delicate, silver accessories (thin chains and tasteful earrings)

Gone is the asymmetry and the rage. Till is mourning and so he dresses for a funeral... either for Mizi (who's gone and presumed(?) dead) or for himself (without Mizi, he has no reason to keep going. he entered alien stage and stayed in anakt for her). Whether he 1) chose his outfits before and let the aliens take over in his grief or 2) fought the aliens on previous outfits to personalize them and stopped after r5, i think in both cases his clothes show how much he has given up

and then we have round 7

First of all, the color is back. Acid green and white pants. The tech gear too, in place of delicate chains. The hair is slicked back, similar to the scene out of stage in r6, but it doesn't feel as tamed

and i apologize in advance for the frame i'm about to use to prove this point (only scene we see till full figure in r7) but

THE SPRAY PAINTING CAME BACK!! on the pants!! Personally I think both the red and the two stripes are Till's addition, you could argue that the blood isn't bc it's just the pants done like this but it looks handmade to me, splotchy. Very likely to be Till's hand.

So going back to my initial point: something has changed between r6 and r7. In r7, Till FIGHTS with everything he has. He doesn't let Luka speak over him, he tries his best. He falters, but he enters the stage with a spark, a determination that was notably absent in r6

I think it's significant that we get this in Mizi's pov

because Mizi RECOGNIZES Till. Not in the sense that she didn't know it was him, but in the sense that it's the Till she knew from anakt: wild, rebellious, hateful towards the system. He's raging and screaming, putting on a wild performance.

And Ivan's sacrifice is what gets him like this. It allowed him to live, of course, but if we read deeper there's also something else. In r6, it's the first time we see Ivan openly defying the segyeins. It's pretty obvious that he didn't have the love Mizi had for them and he disobeyed multiple times (running away with Till is the prime example), but he put on a façade all the time. I would say it's exactly what allows him to get away with so much: he's so well-behaved that no one suspects him. He has no leash because, in the segyeins' eyes, he never tried to escape (and he never will, bc just like Till will choose to go back to Mizi every time, Ivan will stay for Till as well).

The only times we see him rebelling is: 1) the scene on the rooftop when he was still in the slums; 2) in r6, when he defies all expectations and "cheats" so that Till wins

Ivan fell in love with Till after seeing how defiant he was. And Till regains his spark, his will to rebel, after Ivan's sacrifice, when he chooses to publicly go against the aliens for the first time since he was a child.

i've seen a lot of talk about how Ivan was Till's downfall: because Till cared much more than Ivan thought, because Luka used that moment with Ivan (and not Mizi) to bring him down. It's all true and very tragic, but I think it's really important to note something else too

Till was able to be himself again (even if just for the span of a single song) because of what Ivan did. Ivan's act of love wasn't wasted.

[lostquinn]

Laughter

Ghost x (gn!) Reader

Fluff, teasing, very subtle nsfw!

Summary - you hear Ghost laugh for the first time and emotions take over as you finally realise that you're in love with him

So uhhhh... New obsession. I love Ghost cosplayers - maybe a König or Keegan fic soon! It's been a while but here you simps go! Sorry it's not my usual content!

Word count - 980

You had only been part of the 141 a few months, their combat medic that would follow the boys into the battlefield. They all appreciated having you around. All felt a little safer.

The team was between missions, spending time together in the lounge of base camp after lots of intensive missions.

You'd quickly gotten close to a few of them and currently sat on a couch next to Soap. Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro, Price, and Roach sat around in the room. You were all basking in the chance for relaxation. Ghost still wore his balaclava, yet apart from that, the whole team were dressed in more comfortable clothes than they wore each day.

For a moment, you'd been staring at Ghost, looking him over. Your eyes lingered on his, and you could see him raise a brow before squinting at you. There was something captivating by the way he stared at you.

Soon, you moved your attention to Soap as he started talking, ranting on about something. Suddenly, something Soap and said caused Ghost to laugh.

You snapped your head around to stare at him, eyes wide. You hadn't heard him laugh before. Something about the sound filled your cheeks with warmth. The way he stared at you made your skin erupt in goosebumps as butterflies came to life in your stomach.

A breath got caught in your throat, and you started to cough, hunching your shoulders slightly as you tried to regain your composure and breath.

"Need some water, love?" Ghost asked, raising a brow at the display. You nodded.

He handed you his bottle of water without thinking as Soap clapped you on the back gently. You unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip. The taste of water wasn't the only thing on your lips. There was also the subtle taste of his lips.

That near enough made you drool. Your eyes widened, and you screwed the cap back on the bottle, quickly standing up and leaving the room.

Jesus christ.

You still had the bottle in your hand as you stumbled to your room, collapsing on your bed with a deep blush on your face as you thought back to him. Ghost. Simon.

Your mind was filled with thoughts that you hadn't considered before. Hearing him laugh again. Holding his hand, hugging him. Kissing him. Feeling his chest vibrate as you cuddle up to him in bed and make him laugh over something.

You were completely and utterly smitten, enamoured, and distracted by these newfound feelings and thoughts for your Lieutenant.

There was a light tapping at your door before it opened. You had hoped to see him but instead, Soaps worried face filled the door as he entered.

He carefully sat next to you, his hands tucked in his pockets.

"You alright?" He tilted his head towards you.

"I think I'm in love with Simon," you blurted out, instantly smacking your hand over your mouth as you stared at Soap. He stared back for a moment before chuckling.

"Congrats on being the last to find out," he grinned wolfishly as he stood up, making his way back out. "I'll tell him to come get his bottle back," he winked, smirking at you.

Fuck.

Soap soon disappeared from your room, and you waited in an agonising limbo as you waited for a knock at the door.

It felt like the wait went on forever, every set of footsepts that passed your room had you on edge. A lump grew in your throat as you waited.

Eventually, there was a knock and the door opened.

"Comin' in," Simon murmured before pressing his way into your room.

You could feel your heart beating in your chest as you stared up at him, your feet dangling over the edge of your bed. You felt like you'd turn into a complete mess any second.

"I believe you have something of mine," he said, his voice husky as he slowly approached you.

"I- uhm- yeah, I still have your bottle," you muttered, hardly able to think.

He leant down close to you, placing one gloved hand on your hip as he leant his other hand past you to grab his bottle. He was tantalisingly close. You could kiss him if you wanted to, and he kept his eyes on you. Staring you in the eyes before tracing his gaze down your body.

You squirmed slightly under his gaze and touch, his hot breath connecting with the skin of your neck through his balaclava. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you could see him trying to hold back a smirk.

He grabbed a hold of his bottle, clipping the carabiner to one of his belt loops so that he bottle hung at his hip.

Then, he grabbed your chin, keeping your face steady as he moved closer. He lifted his balaclava slightly, just enough so his lips and the tip of his nose were visible.

"Try not to choke for me just yet," he whispered before pressing his lips against yours.

Your mind went blank, your hands shooting up to his jaw as you held him close. His skin was hot and soft. His tongue traced along your bottom lip before he pulled away with a smirk.

He pulled his balaclava back down before standing up straight and pushing his hands into his pockets.

"Good job, love. I'll be sure to come back for more," he winked at you before swiftly leaving.

As he left, you heard him chuckle under his breath and you couldn't help but think about the next time you would hear him laugh. The next time you would feel his lips.

You dragged your bottom lip between your teeth, lapping up the layer of his spit that he'd left on your lip with his tongue. He was delicious and you couldn't wait for more.

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello!! I love your writing! Could it be possible to request Quackity with a s/o that does cosplay? Mostly done by hand, maybe they could’ve done a q!quackity or las nevadas quackity cosplay for shits and giggles

ooooo yeah of course! ; thank you for requesting and thank you for the compliment 🫶🫶

QUACKITY ; cosplayer partner

summary ; you cosplay, especially for your boyfriends SMP characters

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 404

masterlist

everytime you get into costume he can't help but stare at you in awe

"I can't tell if this is weird because you're dressed like a fictional version of me but I wanna make out with you"

"alex?"

lowkey obsessed with watching you take pictures and make tik toks and shit

he likes joining in on them as well for like weird fourth wall breaks LMAO

"I'm just like you!" "you're just like me!" "it's something anyone can seeeeeee"

literally spams your comments sections trying to hype you up

you're the only reason he uses tiktok

if you're hand making any props or anything in general, he's there to help

just don't give him the hot glue gun

he's one of those impulsive thoughts guys who sticks their finger into a little puddle of it to see their fingerprint but give themselves a second degree burn (me)

he thinks every little detail of your Las Nevadas Q is so fucking awesome

like it all makes complete sense and fits so well even though he never thought about it

don't get me started on QSMP Quackity either

from the ribbon on your arm for Tilin and even the slight remains of the wings, good lord he loves every little thing

going to a con? he's coming with

he's going as content creator quackity

wow he doesn't even have to dress up

but srsly he loves taking pictures with people and seeing everyone else's cosplays and shit

he'll post a photo to his Instagram story of you two at a con and be like "quackityception goes crazy"

I mean you're almost there!

dude if you're cosplaying anyone else on the qsmp he immediately has to show them like

"look who y/ns cosplaying!!"

genuinley shows you off because your creativity is so aspiring and amazing to him

you're on a whole nother level to him

if you need help with makeup he'll try and help you, but don't put a ton of faith in his hands, okay?

if you have people who edit you, he's all over them bro

every edit of you is SAVED

he's srsly your number one fan

always finding you audios to use too 🫶💔

if your cosplay clothes are safe to wash, he's doing it biweekly

if not, he'll find alternatives to not damage your stuff

honestly uses some of your q!quackity stuff as ideas for himself

and the fanartists go crazy

[stingingfish420]

farts on you loudly

okay fine

South Park fandom history moments

-That one sp_owo creek art

-"sup jew"

-"Style was originally supposed to be canon, matt and trey said it in an interview once"

-False S25 E1 leaks

-That one Wendy and Kyle edit

-The "My three dickhead friends Stan, Kyle and Cartman" Edit

-People venting over dumb south park audios (eg. "I HAVE ANXIETY" and "YOU PIECE OF SHIT, THIS WAS ALL YOUR FAULT")

-Scene Kyle

-SP becoming popular with basic teenagers and kids only making "Timmeh" jokes

-March 2023

-April Stewart finding out Bunny shippers exist

-"Christmas Kids" Edits

-School Clothes ban

-That one boy killing himself and talking about kenny in his suicide note

-That one angsty OC who people said tried to copy tweek (forgor her name 💔)

-The first style fanfic being over 20 years old

-HellPark

-Creek mischaracterisation swapping itself around

-Moldy Cartman Plush

-That one guy who discusses south park episodes with the Tolkien shirt being cancelled but coming back

-Creek body pillow

-Sp OCs in general

-"Sincerely Your Super Best Friend Kyle" fanfic

-South Park x Heathers

-Trans Marj

-South Park condoms

-Norahs Shrine

-Marshals Shrine

-People freaking out over Kenny being based off a real kid

-Soapcat68

-"Mister Bombastic" CP videos

-Kyman being normalised for a couple months

-South Park analog horror (it was bad)

-Numerous published books being south park fanfics with different names

-2021 fandom

-Gyaru Cartman

-Juggalo Kenny

-South Park croc charms

-Mysterion Pintrest fan accounts

-MAD shipping discourse around August 2023

-'Leslie #1 fan!!!' girl being called out as being racist who made r@pe jokes

-'WorldOfStan' Twitter account

(Some of these arent fandom based and are just history moments)

-"Hi, my names tweek and I was just wondering how many times you guys have killed my friend kenny 🥺"

-First ever mysterion fanart on the internet (??)

-Block 13 becoming popular

-Stan khs in almost every AU that is about him

-Stan and Kyle designs being based around BASEketball in almost every teen AU

-Kenny selfcest (mainly mysterion)

-Cartweek becoming a thing

-.brimmy

-Mona Marshalls amazing voice acting

-25th Anniversary concert

-The bacon was real

-angsty 2021-early 2022 edits

-danganronpa leslie

-kyle ass jokes

-inflatable kenny and cartman costumes

-unamed goth girl

-Kyman Bathroom

-So many artists being exposed as pedos

-The creators of south park getting terrorist threats

-'#cancelsouthpark'

-Trey posing with one of those over-accessorised cosplayers and being really happy

-Opera

-Tweek winning the 'most loved' character of 2020 dispite cartman getting the most votes

-Brown haired leslie 'theory'

-people editing the adult men to be kinky catboys and stuff

-catboy craig edits

-'Dr. Thimothys pet'

-"👍(Kenny my love)"

-Mysterion sandwich cp

-'i dont wna cry'

-The bacon was real

-'c'mere mah kahl 🗣️'

-Different coloured kenny pfps

-That one woman being overly obsessed with kyle then being revealed to be a pedo(?)

[swagmagussupreme]

@whiterose-fans-blog White Rose in Bloom, Day 7: Halloween Costume Party

Technically both prompts lol. Couldn't help myself.

CW for suggestive content, drugs mentioned.

Words: 3974

“Prin-cess,” Weiss hissed through the door. “We are going to be late!”

“Just a moment! My nose— ‘tis severely unpowdered!”

Weiss groaned, tugging at the stuffy under-layer of her cuirass. “Babe, you look fine! You've been doing your makeup for—”

The bathroom door whipped open. Ruby stood in the threshold, resplendent in the decadent, silky black of her gown, the deep void of it split down the front by the winding silver filigree and carmine of her lace petticoat. The skirt was framed over a conical farthingale, giving the girl a structured silhouette that pinched tight in the middle, meeting her pearl-studded, silver-laced stomacher at a waist so snatched that Weiss’ organs ached just thinking about it. A thick belt, dotted with pearls and rubies, fell from her hips in a deep V-shape, matching the silver brooches that lined up the middle of Ruby's bodice. Her white inner sleeves were flared at the wrists with bursts of lace, disappearing above the elbow beneath long, pointed oversleeves, and her shoulders were mantled by a white collar that went high up her neck and split just at the swell of her chest. The collar gave her the slightly chaste, religious vibe she liked to sprinkle on all her cosplays, but Weiss could catch a little hint of cleavage where it split. Ruby's hair was done up in intricate braids and a pearl-studded bun— she'd been growing it out all year just for this.

Her makeup was pale and powdery, lips painted a supple, dark burgundy— nearly black— and her dark eyeshadow made her look like the haunted porcelain doll of some Puritan family, and Weiss was getting weirdly turned on by it. 

Of course, being the overworking, obsessive, and world-famous cosplayer she was, Ruby wouldn't let her girlfriend go as some plaster knight— the party's theme was ‘Period Accurate’, after all— no, she had gone so far as to commission a fucking cuirass for her, custom-forged from genuine carbon steel, plus a gambeson (which she was already sweating in), plus a full accoutremont of hosen, some kind of duckbill-shaped leather shoes, along with giant, poofy sleeves and pants, slashed to reveal white cloth beneath the vibrant red and blue-dyed fabric. Oh, and the halberd. And the sword. And the dagger. She looked ready for Ren Faire, not something so brief as a Halloween party!

Alas, Weiss loved her girlfriend, and she knew this was Ruby's favorite thing every year. She prepped for this more than any conventions they went to. It also helped that the pics they got out of these were almost always her most top-performing, and scooped more genuine fashion gigs than her cosplays did. 

Weiss couldn't complain. She wouldn't complain. She loved seeing Ruby this happy. She loved Ruby. She really… really…

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Her satchel burned. 

“Well? Is my gentle knight going to escort me or not?”

Weiss jumped, having lost herself in Ruby's face, but recovered with what she did best: unnecessary nitpicking. “You know, I'm pretty sure this is more of a Landsknecht kind of thing,” she pointed out, wiggling her sleeve. “Not really a knight.”

“I love it when you flaunt your degree,” Ruby mused, cocking her head and smiling sweetly, knowingly. “Sweetie, I fucked you to sleep last night. You really think you've got the stamina for three hours of plate armor?”

Weiss’ face blazed, so she turned away and extended her elbow. “Fuck off.”

Weiss’ world-famous girlfriend wrapped her slender arms around the preferred elbow, her hands climbing high to clutch Weiss’ meager (improving! Doing her best!) bicep as she giggled. “You get all the stuff?”

The knight (again, more of a Landsknecht, maybe a trabant with that cuirass) nodded dutifully. “Of course.”

Ruby sighed dreamily. “Pretend I'm kissing you— I don't wanna mess up my makeup.”

Weiss cocked an eyebrow at the (embarrassingly) taller girl. Maybe the halberd would help compensate. “Let's go.”

Ruby hummed an affirmative, and they were off into Weiss’ shitty, post-Schnee sedan. She silently thanked her once-dormmate, now-girlfriend, grateful for her and her family's generosity after all of the awful shit came out about her family business— the one her father had seen fit to drive into the ground with books burned and numbers forged, leaving Weiss alone at an expensive college with no money, no support net, and a car she could no longer insure. 

But Ruby had been there. She was already getting some lucrative sponsors— apparently she'd been getting them since high school— and buoyed Weiss’ needs. Ruby even got her to sell that nice car for tuition money, and personally helped her get over her fear of public transport. Then, she told Weiss she would be dropping out to go full-time on her fashion stuff, but offered to split rent on an apartment that would be cheaper than the campus dormitory. 

And Weiss had said: ‘Sorry, what?’

And Ruby had said: ‘You know, like U-Hauling.’

‘I don't know what that is.’

‘It's a gay thing.’

‘You're gay?’

‘Uh, yeah. Why do you think I'm asking you to move in with me?’

Weiss had said something like: ‘Guh-hwuh?’

Ruby had said something like: ‘Weiss, I took you out on a date last week. I said it was a date. Were— were you not listening?’

‘Well— I— we—’

‘We literally kissed!’

Then Weiss had realized she was an idiot, and was probably very drunk at the time of said smooch. She'd told Ruby as much.

‘Oh,’ Ruby had said. ‘Well… you, uh… wanna try it again?’

And Weiss had nodded, Ruby had kissed her, and two years later she wouldn't give Ruby up for anything.

Ruby crinkled the plastic seat cover as she got out, throwing Weiss that crooked smile that she adored. Weiss got out after her girlfriend, having a minor struggle to get her halberd from where it stretched over the console and into the back seat. She offered her arm again, Ruby took it again, and she held her rubber-buffered polearm like a real Swiss Guard as she walked her girlfriend in. 

Her heart felt so full, even just having Ruby beside her, warm and beautiful and hers. That love was such a burden— absolute lead in her belt pouch. She held Ruby close, pivoted her halberd over her shoulder to fit in the doorway, and entered the party.

Neopolitain's socials were stellar affairs, enabled by the immense Torchwick fortune and hosted in their giant, lavish mansion. Invite-only, of course, but Ruby had apparently been a good friend of Neo when they started these things, and while the two of them had steadily drifted apart over the years, Ruby got the yearly invitation without fail.

But this was the first time Ruby’s RSVP had been furnished with ‘Weiss S.’ and not ‘Yang X. L.’ as her plus-one. Yang— Ruby’s half-sister— tore her ACL in a wrestling match. Like, pro-wrestling. Yang was a genuine pay-per-view professional wrestler. Her name was just ‘The Dragon,’ which Weiss thought was extremely asinine, but she still jumped off the couch and whooped like a dumbass whenever she got up on the top rope. Her elbow-drops were astounding. 

After checking in with the bouncer and making sure Weiss’ halberd didn't have any exposed blade, Ruby started pulling her along the edge of the central bustle of the party. A lyricless club beat hammered the air and floor, deafening among the clamor of dense, excited humanity.

“Where are we going!” Weiss shouted over the pounding music.

“To the bar!” Ruby answered, throwing her girlfriend a wink. “We've got about thirty minutes to smooth you over before the anxiety hits!”

“Wha— I— thirty minutes!” Weiss complained, aghast. “How would you know!”

Ruby stopped suddenly, whirled to her partner, and leaned close to her ear. “Because I love you, dumbass, it's kinda my job to know.”

Ruby backed away and grinned, her teeth big and bright against the dark lipstick. Weiss reddened. “Pretend I'm kissing you!” she shouted back, her face hot.

Ruby's grin melted into that lovely, crooked smile again, but she kept pulling Weiss to the bar without any further flirting. She left Weiss at the outskirts of the bar area, ordered something she couldn't hear, and returned drink-in-hand a couple moments later.

“Here!” Ruby shouted over the music, handing over a drink that looked suspiciously like a cold brew with cream. 

Weiss took it. “What is this?” she asked.

“Moscow mule!” Ruby answered. “Vodka with a coffee liqueur!”

“That…” the not-really-a-knight blinked. “That actually sounds really nice!”

Ruby's dark lips crinkled up into the shape her girlfriend loved most, and she leaned forward to boop Weiss on the nose. “I know! I'm amazing! Now I'm gonna go say hi to Neo, you stay here and look pretty!”

Weiss deflated a little.

“Oh, baby!” Ruby cooed, coming closer to cup Weiss’ chin in her palm and squeeze her cheeks. “I'll be back in a second, I just don't want you on the floor with an open drink!”

“Why not?”

“What!”

“Why! Not!”

Ruby winced. “Uh, ya might get drugged! So just stay here and drink so I don't have to catch a murder case!”

Weiss’ throat felt thick. Why did Ruby have to be so god-damn thoughtful? It made her seem like an amateur. “Oh. Okay! I'll—”

“See you in a sec!” Ruby finished for her, backing up towards the human miasma at the party's center. “Love you!”

“I love you too!” Weiss returned, raising her drink as she watched her girlfriend disappear. 

Was it bad that Ruby’s exodus was actually relieving to her? Her heart tugged after her, obviously, but the nervous knot between her lungs and stomach eased with her absence. Sighing, Weiss plopped into a barstool and leaned her halberd against it.

As usual, Ruby knew her better than she knew herself. The drink was lovely, and Weiss got to appreciate it for all of two and a half sips before some big, greasy dude dropped onto the stool next to her. His hair was a bright, artificial red and styled back in a way a particularly susceptible person might find suave.

“Holy shit, I dig your—” his blue eyes widened. “Woah, you're a chick!”

Weiss looked at him, then her drink. Smartly, she only let the latter in her mouth, and deliberately swirled it over her tongue, mulling over its coffee taste and cinnamon tones. She swallowed it only when he ignored her ignoring him, and hissed out with the burn of vodka in her throat, “Yes?”

“I'm Adam!” the guy said frattishly, raking his eyes up and down her body. He stared hard at her cuirass like he could crack it open with his mind, unaware of the fact that, even if he could, her titties wouldn't just explode out like an anime. For once, she appreciated her hot, sweaty gambeson. “I've never been to one of these things before!”

“That's crazy,” Weiss offered, in the same way you would offer someone a tissue you've already blown your nose in.

“Can you guess my theme!” he yelled, audibly trying to sound cool and not at all desperate. He motioned over himself.

He was wearing an oversized graphic t-shirt with one of those Greco-Roman busts on it— in more of a ‘troubling political views’ way than a ‘vaporwave appreciation’ way— along with some dark, baggy sweatpants and a pair of tan boat shoes. 

Weiss’ eyebrows pushed together hard enough to press coal into diamonds. “Uh, a tool?”

He laughed sickeningly, harsh and fast, not humoring the rest of his face at all. “Nah! I'm period accurate! Like period accurate! Like what chicks wear when they're on their period!”

The revulsion that clutched Weiss’ entire body was bestial. Instinctive. Downright Darwinian, formed after generations upon generations of avoiding this specific kind of loser. “Oh, that's… wow.”

He laughed at himself. “Haha, yeah! Creative, right?”

Weiss’ eyes darted for an exit, only to find that the mass of bumping humanity in the middle had swelled, pressing the wall of bodies like a barrier around the bar. Remembering her girlfriend's warning, she held her drink off the tabletop, close over her lap. “Can you leave me alone?”

The guy leaned in. He smelled like he'd drunk an entire bottle of cologne and it was trying to escape through his pores, accented with notes of old, unchanged bong-water. He grinned. “Soon as I get your number.”

Fuck. Shit. Fine, okay. Whatever gets the douche away. Weiss got a napkin, the loser provided a pen, and she flubbed half of her phone number before sliding the digits his way. Adam beamed at the napkin.

He moved to leave, but seemed to have a moment of pause as he stared at the numbers. He pulled his phone out.

Oh, shit. Oh fuck, oh shit. Weiss took a big gulp, shook the vodka off, and grabbed her halberd. It may not be lethal, but it was still a big, heavy stick she could swing around.

Adam punched the green ‘Call’ button. Weiss scooted her stool away, her grip tightening on the halberd.

“Hey, you gave me a fake—”

“Weiss!”

All the tension left Weiss’ body. She turned to her girlfriend’s voice, using the staff of her polearm to create a path through the bodies. Ruby squeezed through it, half-breathless, her painted face was like water in a particularly douchey desert.

“Hey— heough—” Ruby's hands were on her waist. She was panting. “Hey babe! Geez, this thing is tight!”

Weiss moved to kiss her, only to freeze when frattish tones arose once more. “Hey!” the guy called, closer now, and Weiss turned to find him fully off the stool. He was tall. “You gave me a fake number!”

Weiss shrank into her chestplate like a crab in its shell. “Uh, I didn't—”

“Hey!” Ruby, this time, and she surged past Weiss like she was on a mission. “I know you! You're Adam, right!”

Adam opened his mouth. Ruby put her fist in it.

The guy scrambled back, holding his mouth and yelling illegibly into his hands. Ruby spoke louder, and accentuated that fact by stomping her sexy heel into his shitty boat shoe. His shouting turned into a squeal.

“That's for my sister, dick-nuts!” Ruby yelled, grabbing her girlfriend by the arm. “I'm gonna get the bouncer, who the fuck let you in!”

Weiss found herself being tugged along at a speed that shouldn't be possible in a tight crowd— much less in heels— but Ruby moved with strength and grace. Her knuckles were bleeding.

“How do you know that guy!” Weiss yelled over the surrounding clamor.

“My sister-in-law!” Ruby explained. “She told me to punch him if I ever met him!”

“That's it?”

“No! I don't wanna talk about it without her! Just know he's an asshole!”

“Oh! Okay!”

It felt weirdly nice to yell back-and-forth with Ruby. She never really got to use this register of her voice; it reminded her of singing. Singing… maybe she'd have a good chance to try that again, soon.

Ruby worked her way out with ease, and sicced the bouncer Adam-wise with impressively little convincing. They were outside the main party again, far enough that they didn't have to shout over the music.

An odd guilt wormed into Weiss’ stomach. She immediately expulsed it. “He tried hitting on me,” Weiss admitted. “I gave him a fake number.”

Ruby raised a cocky eyebrow at her, a ‘yeah babe, I really wasn't worried’ kind of look. “Glad I punched him, then,” she shook out her left hand and hissed. “His friggin’ teeth cut me.”

Weiss scowled at herself, feeling ashamed as the words crawled out on their own: “I thought it was kinda hot. I've never seen you punch someone before.”

“Yeah?” Ruby laughed, equal-parts husky and devious. “Do I need to punch more people?”

Weiss shared a smile with her. “That won't be necessary.”

“Afraid I'll overstimulate you?”

“Yeah,” Weiss admitted too quickly, making her blush. “I mean, uh…”

Ruby giggled, her lips doing that crooked smile again— corner high on one side, sort of beaked in the middle, as if she were holding back a blinding grin. Weiss’ chest surged.

“Hey, uh, you wanna do the photoshoot now?” she asked. “I can get all the stuff; I think I've got alcohol in the back.”

“You've still got the alcohol back there?”

“It's paying off now.”

Ruby rolled her eyes, but Weiss’ point was unassailable, so she followed her back to the car with a smile.

Weiss took out the camera bag and tripod. “Where'd you wanna shoot?”

“There's a balcony on the second floor,” Ruby answered. “It's got a really nice view over their— get this— hedge maze. Who the heck gets a hedge maze?”

Weiss chortled. “Old money.”

“You ever have one?”

A question like that would've hurt a year ago, but talking to Ruby was so easy now. Easier than easy— it was natural. “We used to. Jacques replaced it with a statue of himself.”

“Seriously?”

Weiss snorted, extracting a half-empty bottle of denatured alcohol from her back seat. “Nope.”

“Weiss!” Ruby whined, pushing her lightly. “I'm gullible, come on!”

How badly she wanted to grab Ruby's wrist, dive into the car, and absolutely ruin her lovely makeup. It was her girlfriend's paycheck, though, so she only took her hand to put the alcohol on it. The cuts were shallow— barely enough to make a visible trickle of blood— but at least they were clean, now. They'd probably scab over before they even bandaged it.

“Think you can shop them out?” Ruby asked, admiring the wounds with an unworried quirk of her lips.

Weiss waved her off. “Probably, and if I can't you definitely can. Now could we get this done?” She thumbed the arm-hole of her cuirass, hoping it would distract from the weight around her hips. “I'm swimming in this thing.”

Ruby gave an affirmative, and they collected the photo stuff without much further smalltalk. Weiss followed her girlfriend back through the party, trying with all her might to think about how disgusting and sweaty she felt instead of what she was about to do. Ruby led them up a flight of stairs.

“We're not really allowed up here,” she whispered to Weiss as they padded down the empty halls of the second floor.

“What!” Weiss hissed. “Why— we can't post these if we're not allowed! Neo will get pissed!”

Ruby waved her off. “Nah, I talked to ‘em. They said we'd be fine so long as we don't get caught, and there's not really anyone up here to get caught by so…”

Weiss groaned. “Seriously?”

Ruby sidled up, well within the bounds of personal space. “We can do whatever,” she purred, “so long as we don't get caught.”

Weiss pursed her lips, her cheeks taking a dust of pink. “Babe, belay the horniness. We've got pictures to take.”

Her girlfriend pouted, then crossed her arms and harrumphed many harrumphs, but they achieved sweet fuck-all against the bulkwark of Weiss. Before she could become disheartened by the cockblocking, Ruby excitedly bounded to a door. “Ooh! This is the one! Oh, this is gonna be so sick! C’mon, c’mon!”

Weiss fondly rolled her eyes, but rushed forward to open the door for her girlfriend despite the fact Ruby was already there. She was the knight in this relationship, after all— she wore the hosen. 

And the view was sick. The hedge maze stretched out over the massive Torchwick property like a tangle of green, geometric worms, organized very politely so as not to invade one another’s boundaries. Faint yellow lights were strung along the hedges, but the sun was still exerting the last dregs of its influence before nightfall, turning the sky into a cloudless, navy expanse, sparsely twinkling with distant stars. The air was cold, which felt like heaven to Weiss. Ruby shivered against the breeze.

“Okay,” Ruby huffed, breathing hard to amp herself up. “Let's get this done. It's cold as balls.”

Weiss answered with a sharp nod, and made quick work of the photoshoot equipment, taking special care to hammer the position of the delay button into her brain. For her own part, Ruby mostly focused on fanning her face dry and lounging about the balcony in various positions. When Weiss gave her the thumbs-up, they started shooting.

It was a lovely night. The warm lighting from the mansion’s interior played perfectly on Ruby, highlighting her as the night got darker. Weiss wished they could stay in that twilight forever, hanging on the precipice, at the perfect point before rapture. For some reason, Ruby had never looked more beautiful.

But it would be too dark, soon. Weiss had enough pictures. Her belt was heavy.

“Hey, babe?”

Ruby perked up. “Yeah? We done? It's getting kinda dark.”

Weiss smiled sheepishly over the camera. “Uh, not… not quite. There's one more thing I want to try.”

Ruby gave her a befuddled expression— Weiss’ role in direction had never been more than observation and advice— but gave her a trustful nod. “What's up?”

“I want to be in it.”

Ruby reeled. “Huh?”

Weiss repeated herself.

“You— you do?” Ruby’s confusion shattered in an instant, and her ensuing smile nearly turned the night to day again. “Heck yeah! Get over here!”

Weiss meekly shuffled to her girlfriend’s side. She tried her best to pose with the halberd. Ruby's mouth twisted in a funny way.

“Eh, no, not like that. Try… take the bumpers off.”

“But—” 

“We’ll put them back on,” Ruby assured. “Do you think real knights went around with dull weapons?”

Weiss was pretty sure she could find an account of such a thing, but relented and took the bumpers off. She didn't have time to argue semantics. 

“Oh, nice,” the princess admired. “Yeah, you look awesome. Okay, now try all relaxed, like— yeah! Yeah, lean on the— oh, nice! Babe, you are a natural! I'm gonna set the delay!”

Weiss nodded. Ruby darted to the camera, set the delay, and returned to take a pose— languishing in the crook of Weiss’ free arm, reaching over and dragging one nail beneath her chin, staring at her with so much genuine want that Weiss blushed. It took a lot to keep her eyes forward, but she managed it, and the camera clicked shortly thereafter. Ruby rushed to check it, but her girlfriend held her back.

“Let me,” Weiss insisted, trying and failing to sound inconspicuous.

“Why?” Ruby drawled, raising one suspicious brow.

Weiss went ahead towards the camera, and Ruby foolishly trusted her not to do anything crazy. She set the longest delay she could. Ruby watched warily, still leaning against the balcony's black railing.

“Ruby.”

Ruby's eyes bored into her, inspecting Weiss’ every movement as she returned from the camera and stood before her. “Yes?”

Weiss shuffled on her feet, her lips fighting for an expression that they couldn't settle on. “You remember after everything with my dad? How I was?”

Ruby snorted, but her humor died when she saw the deep look in her girlfriend's eyes. “Oh, uh… yeah. Of course I do— I'll never forget.”

“Do you remember what I did?”

Ruby's eyebrows briefly furrowed, then rose, then furrowed again. Her lips started to shake a little. “You… said you'd change it.”

Weiss fought her lips, forcing them to purse into stillness. “Change what?”

Ruby raised her chin a little. “Weiss?”

“Change what?”

A deep, quivering inhale. “Your name.”

All the nerves just… went away. It was the easiest thing to kneel. Her hand, though it was shaking like hell, felt lighter than air as it slipped into her pouch. She pulled out the box. She showed Ruby the ring. “Ruby Rose—”

“Oh, you fucker!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Of course, you dick! Of course I'll—”

The camera snapped. They framed that picture.

[transenbyconfessions]

I had a phase where I would obsessively look at androgynous cosplayers' profiles to "figure out" what they actually were, but it only left me with more questions than answers.

That was how I cracked my egg actually, constantly thinking, how do people do that? How do they look so good wearing clothes that don't show their figure? It seemed impossible for me to comprehend at the time that there was a way to escape being perceived as someone that I'm not, but it also felt like too much of a performance to wear a wig and makeup and become a character. It was still me behind all that.

The first time I got my hair cut short as a teen I was ecstatic. I took a lot of selfies at that time, I genuinely liked what I saw in the mirror. I liked being read as guy when I went out, it felt good to me being seen like that when it had never happened to me before. Now that I'm older and don't get regular haircuts as much, my long hair has become a disguise, a barrier. I comb it with my fingers, I put it in front of me to hide my chest, I hunch my back so it's not as obvious. Being in tropical country is a nightmare for binding so this is my solution, plus it's socially acceptable for me to wear it this long even if I don't do anything to it, like it's just a part of my body I can neglect.

Maybe in the future I'll be brave enough to cut my hair again.

Submitted March 16, 2023

[weeb-cheese]

idk if I've ever spoken about it super publically, but it's so interesting to me how much my relationship with black butler has changed over the years. Went from loving to hating and back to loving but in a different way (long musing under the cut)

When I first watched the anime back in 2010, it was just a fun little thing that was part of this cool new medium. Anime and manga in general has been a special interest of mine since I was 12/13, and Black Butler was one of the firsts that I watched. It was a drop in the bigger interest of anime. I didn't think much about it after I watched it. I had friends that watched it, and we'd talk about it sometimes, but we mostly talked about Ouran. I'd listen to the music, see memes on facebook, and occasionally would stumble across things like the 2010 musical on youtube. But it was more of a "oh cool" than the intense interest it turned into.

But in 2014, I decided it was finally time I read the manga. I don't remember what caused me to finally make that jump. I'd known for a year or two at that point that the manga was a thing and different from the anime. But I guess the time was just right during the summer of 2014. I binged the manga, started obsessing over the series with a close friend at the time, and the series quickly became my entire personality. I even started getting clothes and styling myself in ways that was reminiscent of Ciel and the style of the series. I started watching cosplayers on youtube, started obsessing over the 2010 musical and later finding out about the other musicals that were out at the time. Started cosplaying myself as a way to connect further with black butler. It stared an ERA that lasted until 2017 where I joined a legit cult around the series (long story iykyk)

But after some negative experiences, I started to feel like I wasn't allowed to enjoy the series anymore. I had a lot of complicated feelings around it, and even stopped reading the manga for an entire year. Black Butler sat in this weird space of being something that had once meant so much to me, being something that was my entire life for YEARS, but then quickly turning to something taboo and shameful. Something that I grew to resent. During that time I still cosplayed and made stuff about the series, partially because I couldn't let it go, but also because I liked the attention that came with it online, it was the only thing people seemed to respond to for a while.

It wasn't until 2022 that I started to read the manga again. It wasn't until I decided to start making black butler video essays that I started to feel comfortable in the joy this series brings again. Something that I spent years resenting, feeling like I couldn't enjoy anymore, was becoming a big interest again. But it felt less like a an interest and more like I was rekindling and old friendship. Reminiscing on all the past, reconciling my negative feelings. It's been really healing. I found myself last night rereading the manga really enjoying it, and feeling such a strong urge to rewatch the musicals. It's kind of wild how much my love for this series has rekindled.

[sakumasmut]

So I've been obsessed with the thought of a pervy makoto who has a cosplayer s/o and gets turned on everytime he sees their photos in cosplay like jajajsiajajsjs probably has a collection of some of their more "daring" cosplays and gets off to it after a long day of work or when he's afraid of asking them to. Some of those photos aren't even the lewd looking ones, even the cutesy ones where they wear frilly dresses and skirts? Oh boy i can see this man go wild as he sees how Innocent they look and would want to ruin them. Just imagine him seeing his s/o wear their costume makes him want to pin them down and rut inside them as he apologizes for being a perverted boyfriend as he awaits for the chance to see you, in costume and splattered with his white stuff all over. Ngl i feel like he'd take pics too just in case :)))

Im starving for makoto content(both sfw and nsfw) we don't get much of it here or anywhere.....hmmm maybe i should do it??? XD

god his phone would be absolutely filled with pictures of your cosplays, makoto gets overly embarrassed and does that thing where he gets red and hides his phone when someone asks what he’s looking at, even if your costumes arent raunchy. he just feels as if people know what he’s thinking (wanting to fuck you in your costumes). also seems like the guy to jerk off to your clothes and cum on them while you’re away

and honestly, if no one else will do it you definitely should go for it! I wrote makoto for the event last month since I knew there was a lack of content and I’m glad a few others followed, so making more content = people see it and get inspired too

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

The clothing info dump to that other anon has me curious, so pardon me if this gets confusing-

When you say the heist outfit without the coat is like his bday art, i assume you mean the one w the chest strap that got everyone thirsting?

And if his heist uniform is just... Agent coat with more black/grey and the delusion outfit underneath...

Is his shirt without the coat red or white?

Bc his delusion outfit is black/dark grey on white, but his bday art is his standard red shirt, and when you drew him the shirt was red but also the red details on his delusion outfit weren't there so idk if that was on purpose, your simplification of their outfits (which, hella valid, why are they so complicated) or if you just didn't think about it (which. Also valid. I realise I only know these things bc I'm obsessed/hyperfixated on Childe and a cosplayer) so I figured I might as well ask 😅

I mean no offense with any of this I'm just curious and fixated on Cyanide rn 🫣

i had to go look at pictures bc i was wondering-

and you're right, the delusion outfit does have a white shirt and red accents on the pants, i completely forgot about that

so the full getup (revised) would be: delusion outfit simplified (no red accents on the pants and boots), but with the red shirt + chest strap from his standard outfit. for whatever reason white shirt tartaglia just feels............. wrong. maybe bc he's already snow white himself idk (the combo without the overcoat from the delusion outfit is in this doddle sheet i made a while back) then on top of all that would go the fatui pyro agent coat, only with silver accents instead of red. also he has to have the scarf visible so he'd probably clip it on top of the coat

i hope that makes sense! i do realize i made this one big jigzaw puzzle of clothing assets lmao;;

[cosplayinamerica]

So my cosplay origin story started back when I was in fifth grade. I was 10 and my mom told me she couldn't afford to get me a Halloween costume that year. So I stayed up all night being really sad about it and then suddenly I had an idea.

So I ran around my house and found a bunch of different pieces of clothing and put them together. I found a white shirt I found the blue vest I found the baseball cap, and at the time I was obsessed with Digimon so everywhere I went with me I had a little demiveemon with me. So I actually even made him a mask and I put the mask on him and I had a pokeball from Burger King when they were doing those gold Pokemon cards and I put him in the pokeball and I went to school the next day as Ash. That was when I first got started I didn't know that it was called cosplay.

That was around the time [high school]that we had learned about Anime Vegas so I grabbed my cousin and then we of course did our little closet cosplays cuz of course there were no wig stores or cosplay shops or places to get costume pieces like there are today.

And we took the bus down to Vegas. I think we were 15 at the time and we were so excited when we got there and there was a whole line of people also in there closet cosplays that they put together waiting to get in. That's when I really got into cosplay when I first went to Anime Vegas cuz I knew there was a name for it and I knew I wasn't the only person that liked dressing up like anime characters.

My current cosplay: so right now at the School of Cosplay I am working on my Crow cosplay. He is from a show called show by Rock and he is a rockstar hedgehog LOL. He has a lot of spikes a lot of studs leather pants leather jacket a tail the whole nine yards. He is what I am working on for an upcoming competition at LVL UP Expo for this upcoming February and then after him I'm actually going to work on a pretty exciting and ambitious cosplay for Crunchyroll expo.

It's going to be a remake of Lelouch from Code Geass. And it's a remake because I made him a long long time ago way before the school even existed and looking back on it I hated how it turned out LOL and I want to take it up like a million notches

[School of Cosplay] It's just a nice safe space to work and it's very spacious and of course having an instructor there to answer any questions you may have is always helpful. I've always wanted to improve any time I've done a masquerade and I go to feedback I would always be told you have to take your costume up some more your performances are great but you got to improve on your costume work. And I would never know how to do that.

A lot of people can go on YouTube and watch videos or some people went to college for it. I'm more of an in-person learner so the school has really helped me in teaching me everything I need to know when helping me improve.

My number one [favorite cosplay I've done] would have to be Anthy from Utena. And there's just something about that costume that I just love. I think it has to do with the fact that growing up besides being a black cosplayer it was hard to find female cosplays that I thought looked good on me.

The first time I made Anthy, I thought she looked really cute on me and so once I started going to the School of Cosplay I wanted to remake her because I had learned so many skills there and so I made her a second time and she came out better but there was still something that I needed to perfect on her.

So that's what I made her a third time and that's the one you saw in the studio I'm really proud of how she came out. Ahe is perfection and she looks extremely good on me which always surprises me.

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So my number three would have to be Motoyasu from the Reprise of Superhero. So me and my friends had done a shield hero group at Anime Los Angeles right before the pandemic. And my friend was going to be Naofumi, who I love but the next character in line that I was going to be Motoyasu. But I hated his personality so when I was making his first costume I was looking for any reason I could find to not hate him. That's when I found out that he had a side manga series called the reprise of spear hero where he actually redeemed himself and I actually started to really really like him. So after I did his first costume I did his second costume from the side manga and it came out so nice it was one of my most difficult cosplays to make. 

My second favorite Tokiya from uta no prince sama. I adore idol anime especially if it's male idol anime. And I have an obsession with a Japanese voice actor named miyano mamoru. So I like the cosplay characters he voices. 

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Advice I would give to my younger self would probably be more along the lines of masquerade because my younger self did not understand masquerade. I didn't know how it worked assume that you going and getting up on stage is an automatic award. I would tell my younger self to make sure to always continue putting your best foot forward to not be afraid to cosplay outside their comfort zone and that of course anyone can cosplay do not let how you feel about yourself getting the way of what you love. Because there have been times where I have not done a cosplay because I was worried about how I would look to this day there is still a costly that I've wanted to do since I was a teenager that I have not done yet but I will soon.

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[jinkicake]

Sigh,,,,, scaramouche is really bringing my “ in love w mean unhinged men” behavior out😭 like Jesus Christ he’s so,,, not to mention all the hot scaramouche cosplayers giving me butterflies 😒 like him being all “ like a whore, you're taking this dick so fuckin' good. like getting treated like my toy?” Is 🥴 I can feel the feminism and self respect leaving my body when I see art of him w a smirk. Like good lord something about short men w huge dicks is crazy!! Bc if he looks at me and tells me to shut the fuck up imma do it, depending on the day bc I still like to fight at heart. But he’s literally the peak of the most disrespectful sex ever and I’m so down for it😭 and it sucks that I just started arcane and all the trash ass men in that show have me trapped too😔😔 scaramouche is so annoying bc on some hand he could do all the work bc he wants to let off steam but on the other he likes to torture people; like if you don’t come to him he will let you sit in your embarrassment. Like rip if you want to confess your feelings bc he will act dumb as hell until you say it. “so desperate for it, aren’t you? if you want it, you better start taking it” like not having to ask for the dick properly 😒 but also a “ don’t ask anyone else I’ll do it” mf. Like if you’re only fwb with him bc he doesn’t want to commit first literally just stand next to any other person like he will buy a ring THAT DAY💀 texts you at 4:45 am for a booty call but he really just wants to be held but he can’t say that so he gotta fuck you instead to obtain cuddles😭 “i bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you, wait until they see who you really belong too” like he’s SUCH A BRAT and if he’s not checked it will only get worse!! Like he literally has not a single card in all of teyvat I think it’s crazy bc he would send you to the Tsaritsa covered in bites And bruises with his cum running down your leg he doesn’t care!! LikeSGDHDJD at some point they gotta start feeling bad for you bc even dottore is like “ you can hide under my desk he won’t find you there”😭😭 childe gotta sneak you out of Snezhnaya but rip bc he will always find you in the end😔😔 might run away just so he can chase me tho🥰🥰

no literally you get it... he's unhinged, he's terrible!! everything i like in a m4n! i dont get why im not more obsessed with him.... i suppose i can only have kaeya in my heart </3

NO LISTEN, I GET IT. I REALLY DO GET IT. the cosplayers and fanarts are hot and all the fanon shit written about him is so hot but then i look at a picture of him and i see the literal puppet and it makes me laugh. i can't look at pictures of him or else i will LAUGH T T but i know how you like your men short sooooooooooo hehehe you're doing great charity work!!!! kekekek

honestly, i think you could take him and win. i know it! but, i know youd also purposely lose to scara smhhh!!!!

NOT ARCANE?! YOU TOO?! ugh is it worth watching? my friend told me to watch but then my other friend begged me not to watch it LMFOA

omgggg no im sorry i love possessive scara sm like this crazy bitch locks you away from everything and keeps you in the finest clothes and has you there only for his eyes.... could you imagine how insane that fucking puppet would go if he couldn't find you? like if the fatui were hiding you from him!? we saw how he acted w the sleeping loser like he k!lled literal agents sooooooo he would literally go feral. and honestly, i can get behind that. I love angsty and desperate scara who has lost the one thing he could never lose.... oh and the punishment that you would suffer once he finds you.... omgggg where are the yandere writers at? please, im begging you to take this! he would be completely evil like his heart would break from the betrayal and would never mend after- angst is too much fun!

no bc his punishments would be horrendous... -i had to share a few more thoughts- like overstimulation one night and then edging another night and then keeping you locked in your room for weeks with no contact until you're crying and begging in his arms when he finally reveals himself again... he'll make sure that you know he's the only thing left on this planet for you.... you'll have it fucked into your mind as he ties you down to each post of your bed and spends all night showing you how much he needs you

[yee-fxcking-haw]

•Porcelain Obsession•

Summary: Tamaki has a problem, a bad problem. He's obsessed, he's desperate, and he'll do whatever it takes to have you the way he wants you.

Pairing: Pro Hero Yandere Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (both 18+)

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, noncon voyeurism, mild manipulation and sabotage, mild coercive behavior, male masturbation, panty theft, male ejaculation, cum eating. It's just real graphic, strap in.

A/N: I am hopeless, this will have a second part that will be so much more sinful with gratuitous tentacle content. Just tagged those that interacted with the posted about this fic as usual. This little series was inspire by a tiktok I saw, and I'm literally writing it for the sake of putting one zinger of line in it lol.

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Word Count: 4,184

Part Two: Love Me Tender

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Stunning, astounding, enchanting. You're an angel, you have to be. That's the only explanation for the way you shine, surrounded by some ethereal glow.

Tamaki Amajiki has a problem. No, it's not a problem, it's completely normal to fall in love, he's under a spell. He can't be blamed for it, he never stood a chance. Although, most people would call this a problem, but only people who don't understand.

An ignorant person would have seen him watching you from around the corner for weeks, following you to your house after work under the cover of darkness, and finally, finally getting a glance into your window at night and label him as obsessed or disturbed. He should have felt dirty for that, but he didn't, not even close. He felt almost holy.

He felt like some chosen follower that was allowed to witness a sacred ritual. He watched you all evening with immeasurable reverence. He took note of the way you ate, how intently you read, but his favorite part was watching you settle into your bed and fall asleep.

As soon as he saw it the first time, it became an addiction. Watching your body curl around your pillow, clutching the fabric as you snuggled into it. How sweet you looked, so soft, so innocent. It made his chest ache, it made him feel starved. He had to have you, smell you, feel you.

That was nearly three months ago. Now, he watches you every chance he gets. The days he doesn't get to, he feels like a pitiful addict going through withdrawal. He has to at least speak with you, know your voice, see your skin up close.

During his patrol around the city he comes to the conclusion that it has to be today. He feels like he's losing breath without knowing you, captured by your existence but suffocated by the distance. He will have you, he will do whatever it takes.

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At your age, you should at least have a friend or two, maybe go out on friday, possibly even work another job. None of that ever seems worth it, not worth the time or the money or the effort to pretend you enjoy it. Here you stay, stuck somewhere in between discontent for your situation and the refusal to do anything about it.

You only have a half hour left of your shift, everyone else has gone home and you’ve been left to do dishes and lock up, as usual. You huff and puff around the shop as you complete the final closing tasks. Anybody else could have stayed and closed, they probably should have too, considering how often you shut down by yourself so they can all go home.

Naturally, you jumped at the opportunity to stay late, where else are you going to go? Certainly not on a date or out with friends. You feel slightly better about making money while you burn the hours away, so you always end up here.

The sun has set already, leaving the illumination of the shop to the awful fluorescent lights that hang from the ceiling. It’s all so mundane, so simple, so dreadfully boring.

Then the bell above the door jingles.

You roll your eyes and throw your rag into the sink, the sign says closed. Why don’t people read? You huff out of the kitchen and into the serving area.

“Hey, sorry but we’re closed right now, we open again tomorrow-” You freeze, it can’t be him, it has to be some cosplayer, some wannabe.

“I’m sorry, I just- my phone died while I was on patrol and I needed to call my boss to let them know I was finished for the day. I was hoping there would be a phone in here that I could use.” His voice is so timid, so unsteady. It doesn’t sound anything like you would imagine the voice of a pro hero to sound.

You try to stay uninvolved with any hero business, all of the flashy quirks and the gossip and the drama. The theater of it bores you to tears, and you lack respect for anyone that uses their ability to save lives as a tool for gaining popularity. You find most heroes to be so incredibly irritating. Most of them, except one.

Suneater, the emerging pro hero that has been the focus of all of your thoughts lately. You've only seen glimpses of him in the news, seen his face on the back page of a magazine, or heard his name from other people. Any evidence of his existence rapidly became precious to you. You are not some hopeless fangirl, you do not collect merchandise or follow him around and beg for autographs.

You admire him, his subtlety, how genuinely different he is from all the other heroes. He isn’t some attention whore, he isn’t some pretty boy that’s always posing for fan service. His quirk is so unique and powerful, unparalleled by any hero on the charts right now. He’s a real hero, and so much of you wanted him to be your hero.

There he stands, right in front of you, in your shop, asking you for help. He’s far more beautiful than you could have possibly anticipated. He’s all porcelain skin and inky hair, deep indigo eyes pear out from under his magnificent hood. He stands so tall, yet comes across so reserved. He’s spectacular, he’s an angel, he has to be.

“Of- of course, it’s in the back, follow me.” You say, motioning for him to come around the corner with you as you tuck back into the kitchen.

“Thank you, this is very kind of you.” He says as he follows, cape swishing behind him as he moves. You don’t know, you can’t possibly know, how badly he wants to take you into his arms and finally know what your body feels like against his, how he wants to bury his face in your hair and inhale your scent. If he could get away with it, he would, oh how he would feel every inch of you. He can’t though, not yet. He has to be careful, he has to be smart.

I will have her, and she’ll have me.

“It’s no problem, it sucks to be stuck without a phone. I’m happy to help.” You say as you round the corner to your shop’s makeshift break room.

It’s not even a room really, just a corner tucked away with a phone on the wall and a few chairs around a cheap foldable table.

You turn to him and motion to the phone awkwardly, heat settling in your chest and all over your skin. Your heart races and you can feel your palms turning wet.

“Take as much time as you need, did you uh- are you hungry?” You ask, “I’m technically closed, but I can only imagine how hungry you are after a whole day patrolling, I could throw something together for you?”

God, you’re so sweet.

“Oh no, you d-don’t need to do that, I can eat at home.” He insists, your mind fixates on the way he stutters, the way his eyes dart down and his feet shift as he talks.

“I would like to. Please? If you’ll let me?” You say softly, heart pounding even faster when he shifts towards you slightly.

How perfect you are, already asking for permission…

“Are you sure, I really don’t want to create more work for you.” He says, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His gaze makes it hard to swallow, he looks at you so intently, you almost feel like you don’t have enough clothing on.

“No! I promise you won’t be. You’d also be missing out on the best takoyaki around if you didn’t let me, and that would be a tragedy.” You say, trying to entice him with your bold claim.

“Well I g-guess, if you put it that way.” He offers you a trace of a smile.

“I’ll get started while you make your call.” You say as you move to squeeze past him in the narrow hall. As you slide by, there’s a brief, precious moment where you stand inches from each other. You don’t dare look up at him as you skate by, You know your legs will fail you if you meet his eyes while standing so close, and you can’t risk the embarrassment of dropping to your knees in front of a stranger, even if he is a hero,

He doesn’t say a word, simple stalks towards the phone as you glide down the rest of the hallway and into the kitchen.

You slip into autopilot in the kitchen, your brain is far too fixated on the fact that Suneater is down the hall, in your shop, using your phone. You clink around some pans, prepare the octopus meat and the batter and get to work. You can’t overhear him talking to anyone with all the noise you’re making, you almost want to apologize for being so noisy.

Your mind settles on thinking about how beautiful he is, how strong he looks, how easily he could overpower anyone… especially you. The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together, it shouldn’t, but holy hell it does.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him come into the kitchen, you immediately start to berate yourself for thinking that way about him. He’s a hero, he would never be interested in something like that with someone like you.

“I think the phone is down, do you maybe have a- a cell phone i could use?” He seems almost ashamed of the question, it makes your chest ache.

“Shit, that line is always being funny. I’m sorry, but I left my cell this morning.” You say, flipping the takoyaki around in their tray so they’ll cook evenly.

“I live just across the street though, I can run and grab it while you eat.” You say, desperate to help him in any way you can.

I know you’re just across the street.

He just shakes his head and bunches his cape in his fists, a very faint blush spreads across his cheeks and it makes your heart do summersaults.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, you’re already doing t-too much for me. You don’t need to make the extra t-trip, I can just call my boss when I’m home”

“Really, it’s not too much, if you’re worried about the extra trip you can just walk me home and use it when we get there. I imagine you would need to call as quickly as possible and get somebody on patrol now that you’re off.” You say, catching yourself a little when you sound too desperate.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable?” As he talks, he shuffles so he can press himself up into the corner of the kitchen, almost looking like he wants to melt into the wall.

“Well, considering your occupation is literally saving people, I definitely don’t feel uncomfortable, it’s not like you’re some crazy kidnapper.” You chuckle a little as you plate up the takoyaki. You try not to give attention to the twisted thoughts that enter your mind when you mention the kidnapping, pushing down the desire to be taken away from the colorless life you live.

If you only knew how badly I want to take you, to have you, keep you…

“I guess you have a p-point.” He says, taking the plate with a soft thank you. He starts stuffing his face with the spheres of breaded octopus immediately, letting a small content sigh leave his body.

“This is incredible, thank you, um, can I ask what your n-name is?” That damn stutter is going to turn your bones to jelly.

You say your name quietly, he responds by repeating it back to you, like he’s checking the pronunciation. You just nod as you open the fridge and pull out a gallon of green tea so you can pour him a glass.

“T-Tamaki, my name’s Tamaki Amajiki.” He says with his shy voice.

A warm, invasive feeling spreads through you. You have to remain calm, pretend that his real name is news to you, pretend that you haven’t spent hours searching through fanfictions listed under that name.

You chat as he finishes his food, thanking him as he mumbles compliments about you cooking in between bites. It doesn’t take long for him to take down the plate. He thanks you over and over as you clean the rest up. He stays glued to his spot in the corner until you take your apron off and hang it on the rack with the others.

“Alright, let’s get you to that phone.” You say as you grab your keys off the hook and switch the lights off.

When you turn to look at him the breath is stolen from your lungs immediately. He looks so celestial in the dark, somehow glowing in the dark. He’s stunning, he’s perfect, he’s painfully out of your league. You remind yourself of that last fact in order to still your nerves.

You turn on your heels and walk towards the door as quickly as you can without seeming rushed. He follows silently, the heavy sound of his thick cloak floating around him makes the hair on your neck stand up. He even sounds powerful.

After you exit the building, he stands with his back to you as you lock the door. His stance is protective, surveying the streets around you like a real hero. You can’t let it go to your head, it’s not for you specifically, he would do this for anyone, it’s his job.

The walk to your house isn’t really uncomfortable, but it is tense. The energy between you is painfully obvious, just not to each other. You both want to speak, ask about each other, know each other, but neither has the guts to make the first move.

While you walk, Tamaki’s head is constantly on a swivel, and he stays so very close to you. It makes your chest ache, the feeling of being so safe next to such an intimidating man. Nobody would dare approach you with him next to you. You would damn near kill to have this all the time, if not all the time at least as often as possible.

You arrive at your house after not even two minutes of tension filled strolling. Silently, cautiously, you both enter your home after you unlock the door.

"It's so cozy." Tamaki says immediately upon seeing all of the soft lights and pastels that make up your decor. He’s nearly trembling with excitement from finally being able to see inside your little world. After watching from the outside for so long, he can finally learn more about you.

"Oh, thanks, I try to keep it soft looking in here. It helps me decompress after a day at a busy restaurant." You explain, setting your keys in their dish before leading him down the hallway to the kitchen.

The house is nothing special, a simple little single bedroom, one story with a relatively open floor plan. It’s small but easy to afford and keep clean. It works for you.

“I’ll go grab the phone from my room, feel free to sit down.” You say, gesturing at the two chairs on either side of your tiny breakfast nook.

He just nods quietly, taking small glances around the rest of your house. You find his hypervigilance charming. It makes you feel incredibly secure to know he’s so aware of his surroundings.

You walk off to your bedroom then, leaving him to stand in your dimly lit kitchen.

Instantly, his eyes zero in on the laundry basket full of clothes that’s sitting on your counter. His body moves without his mind’s permission, his heart thrums in his chest once he catches something pink and lacy.

He can’t help but think you’ve done it on purpose, like you’re some spider sitting up in your web waiting for a poor little bug to stumble along and get all caught up. He’s more than willing to be that bug, and so desperate to get caught up.

He grabs the fabric quickly, as it unravels in his hands he sees what it is and his breathing stops.

It’s a pair of underwear, your underwear.

His fingers go all twitchy as he shoves his hood off to expose his pointed ears, wanting to be able to hear your footsteps.

He brings the panties and takes a deep breath in.

They’re not clean.

He has to choke back the noise that threatens to escape when he finally smells the intoxicating aroma. You smell so fucking sweet. His body reacts instantaneously, goosebumps raise on his flesh as he’s dick twitches in his pants.

God he feels dirty, but why should he? You lead him in here, after cooking for him and being so kind. You left this little gift out for him, you had to know what you were doing.

The sound of soft footsteps jolts him back to reality. He shoves the underwear deep into one of his pockets, he’ll keep them as long as he can, preferably forever.

“Sorry it took me a minute, I’m constantly misplacing everything. One of those ‘lose my head if it wasn’t attached to me’ kind of people.” You give a half hearted laugh, which he returns with a cute little chuckle as he takes your phone.

“Oh sorry about the laundry, I’m a bit of a mess today.” Hot embarrassment fills you as you grab the basket of dirty clothes off the counter and hoist it onto your hip.

“Don’t be sorry, you weren’t expecting any visitors.” He assures you, voice soft and soothing.

“I’ll run this to my room and give you some privacy.” You say, turning once again to leave him alone.

As soon as you’re out of the room his shoulders drop and he lets out a quaking breath. Having you so close after filling his mind with your smell pushed him to the very limit. He wants to grab you and lay you out on the counter, rip your pants off and shove his face between your thighs. He wants to drown in every smell and taste you can offer him. He wants to gorge himself on your sweet little cunt.

He can’t think straight. He’s fully hard, his skin is boiling and his mind is fuzzy. He has to get out of here, he has to get to somewhere hidden, Somewhere he can fuck his fist and think of playing with your soft body. Maybe, just maybe, if he stuffs your panties in his mouth he can taste a trace of you.

When you return he says a very quick goodbye, says something about stopping by your shop again so he can see you again. He doesn’t know for sure what words he uses, he’s too focused on getting out before you notice his erection, before you smell the shame wafting off of him in thick waves.

He has to go before he makes a mistake, before he ruins all of his plans.

You follow him to the door to let him out, bidding him goodnight with your gentle, enchanting voice.

You’ll never know that the phone at the restaurant worked fine, that he never even had to call Fatgum. You’ll never know that he stole from you, that he almost lost it and took you home with him. You won’t ever know that he’s not going home now that he’s left your home.

Urgently, he swoops around the corner of your house, heading straight for your bedroom window. His pants feel so tight it’s maddening, he’s frantic, he’s slipping.

As soon as he reaches the bedroom window, his favorite window, he slumps against the building with one arm as the other shoots down to his pants. He takes a quick glance around, noting that the lights in the surrounding buildings are all out given the hour.

He should be safe.

Then you walk into your room, the image of you is distorted slightly by the white sheers you have up, but only slightly, only enough to make you look like some fuzzy apparition.

She uses these curtains on purpose, she wants me to see.

You have no interest in showering tonight, now exhausted and confused. Did you say something wrong? Why did he take off like that? He did say he would see you tomorrow, though, which gives you a bubbly feeling.

You strip your clothes off, and it shreds Tamaki’s last ounce of self control.

You little fucking tease.

You undress until you’re left in your simple white underwear.

Tamaki’s hand is in his pants the second you crawl into bed. He grabs his aching length, thumbing at his head as he watches you shuffle around in the blankets. His mouth waters when he sees your collar bones, his breath hitches when he sees the way your stomach rolls when you sit. He starts to stroke himself slowly when you leave one leg out of your blankets.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he remembers the precious gift in his pocket.

He snatches the panties out as he watches you move, as he zeroes in on the meat of your thigh. He shoves the fabric of the crotch into his mouth and bites. He bites your panties like he wants to bite your delicious looking legs.

His hand jerks more rapidly as the faintest flavor spreads across his tongue. His cheeks are pink and his eyes start to tear up as he trembles from the euphoria of knowing you this intimately. His hips thrust into his fist as he claws at the panites, pulling the fabric tight as he watches you drift off to sleep.

His mind races through every possible way he would take you. How he would ruin and claim every inch of you. The idea of you shaking beneath him, moaning his name so sweetly, begging him to keep going, maybe begging him to stop, it makes him want to break down the window.

He tongues at your panties, wishing he could swallow your slick. He feels so unbelievably envious of the fact that the fabric in his mouth has been so close to your perfect little hole. The thing he wants to taste the most, feel the most, fuck the most.

His hand tightens around his dick as he tries to imagine how tight you would feel around him. He rips your panties out for just a brief second so he can spit down into his palm, wrapping it around his cock the second the spit reaches his skin.

“Shit- fuck- shit- fucking love you.” He chokes out as his eyes stay locked on your body.

Once the panties are back in his mouth, the free hand flattens against the window.

Then you shift, hips rolling gently as you adjust your position, exposing your cute little ass to him.

“Slut- bad little slut.” He huffs out as he claws at the window. He feels his balls start to seize up as he focuses on his swollen head, fucking it as fast as he can whle he imagines you with your head buried in the pillows as you stick your ass in the air for him.

He tears the panties out of his mouth and holds the crotch of them in front of his dick, drool slips over his bottom lip as he lets out a high, broken moan while he starts to spill into them.

His body quakes and shivers as he squirts rope after rope of hot cum into his stolen prize. Tears wet his cheeks while drool soaks his chin as he strokes himself through his climax.

He chants your name over and over again, watching the way his seed ruins your pretty little panties. In his orgasmic haze, he brings the panties back to his mouth full of his own release, he laps it up as he eyes roll to the back of his head, pretending he’s made you cream yourself, pretending he’s tasting you instead.

It’s filthy, it’s depraved, but he doesn’t care, he needs it, he’d die without it. He swallows the rest of his own cum down with a greedy whine as he watches your perfect form lay there so peacefully.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there, how many more times he fucks his hand while he watches you sleep, only to leave himself covered in sweat and cum and shame. Somehow, he finds himself walking away, as much as it hurts, he knows he can't indulge himself all night.

Once he’s finally home, he collapses, body buzzing and addicted. He sleeps with your soiled panties clutched in his fist. He wakes up with one thought on his mind, he needs more.

[sourwormsaresour]

La Squadra Halloween 2021

kinda crack i’m sorry

Risotto:

Dressed up as Heisenburg from Resident Evil: Village. 

Melone tried to get him to be Lady Dimitrescu but Prosciutto stopped him. 

Never actually placed Resident Evil Village. Melone just showed him characters and he was like “I like the one with the glasses, he’s cool.”

Mostly used clothes he got from the thrift store to make his costume. 

Some people passing by took pictures with him because they thought he was a cosplayer. 

Used Metallica to make some of the accessories. 

Prosciutto: 

Dressed up as the Little Lad, because he lost a bet with Illuso. 

Yes, he wore the wig and outfit. 

Yes, he did the dance. 

Yes, there’s a video of him doing it saved somewhere. 

No, he did not enjoy any minute of it. 

He hated how some of the trick-or-treaters asked him to do the “Berries and Cream” song.

Secretly warms his heart seeing little kids doing it with him. 

Formaggio: 

Dressed up as a Squid Game player, because he had a green track suit laying around and is obsessed with the series. 

Mostly glued paper onto his track suits to make the numbers and horribly DIY-ed the props from the game, like the Ddakji and marbles in a bag. 

Will not stop talking about how Ali deserved better. 

Tried to make Dalgona candy for his team and trick-or-treaters but ended up burning himself and making a huge mess in the kitchen. 

Gets mad when Ghiaccio or Illuso beats him at Ddakji every time. 

He still doesn’t know how to play the game properly.

Tried to make Squid Game themed Halloween games but no one wanted to play them. 

Illuso: 

Tells everyone he’s dressed up as John Cena, like that’s not a new joke. 

Mostly spent his time in the mirror world stuffing himself with his candy and snacks and watching his Halloween movies. 

When Risotto told him that everyone needed to be out to do trick-or-treating, Illuso says fuck it and puts on a white sheet with holes and just walks around as a ghost.

May or may not have been Prosciutto’s bed sheet that he stole and cut up. 

At least it lets him eat snacks without the other team members noticing and he can wear pajamas underneath. 

Sometimes he just replaces himself with a mannequin he placed in the mirror world so he can just sneak off. 

Pesci: 

Dressed up as Pablo from The Backyardigans. 

Initially wanted to do Tyrone or Austin but the Pablo one was the only one available when he bought it. 

Got it on sale and ended up being the cutest member on Halloween. 

Played Backyardigans trap remixes at Formaggio’s recommendation.

Tried to get some of the team members to dress up as the other Backyardigans but got a bit sad when no one would do it. 

He also sings all the songs. 

Had the best time trick-or-treating the whole night. 

Prosciutto made sure he didn’t notice anything the other members were doing that would ruin the experience.  

Melone: 

Dressed up as Ankha from Animal Crossing. 

Everyone knew he was going to dress up as something related to rule 34 or something slutty. 

Everyone told him not to do Ankha for that one specific reason.

He dressed up as Ankha anyways for that one specific reason.

Definitely DIYed the outfit and did the makeup, and it looked so well done. Formaggio is low-key jealous of the skills put in.  

Ghiaccio keeps kicking Melone every time he catches him trying to do the Ankha zone dance. 

Ended up wearing Ghiaccio’s jacket after realizing how cold the night was an being sexy isn’t worth the cold. 

Ghiaccio: 

Dressed up as a plague doctor with the tools, herbs, and whatnot. 

He actually worked really hard on his costume and made sure it was historically accurate and aesthetically pleasing. 

Mostly went as a plague doctor because he didn’t want to show his entire face. 

Finds it kinda funny at the fact that he looks scary to some of the little kids. 

Also uses his costume to eat food without the team knowing. 

Spent much of the night commenting on the inaccuracies of some of the costumes he sees. 

Sorbet & Gelato: 

Dressed up as Gomez and Morticia. Sorbet is Gomez and Gelato is Morticia. 

Gelato wanted to wear a dress, so he found the blackest, curve-hugging one that looked like Morticia’s to find. Sorbet will not stop complimenting him on that.

Of course they’re making out with each other already. 

Low-key wished some of the team members could dress up as the rest of the Addams Family. 

Actually learned the tango and performed it in front of the team. 

Eventually snuck off from the team to do God-knows-what. 

[henryyarden]

Why you definitely should ship Kaz Brekker and Jacob Frye

Hello Tumblr! I’m new here. Please don’t bite me; I wanna share an important wisdom with you.

First: a story. It all began a long time ago. With my boyfriend, we are both cosplayers, and to be honest, we don’t actually do couple cosplays (not intentionally). BUT! Once we moved together we noticed how similar some of our characters are. As you already guessed, these characters are Kaz Brekker and Jacob Frye. And MAN! After reading this you WILL ship it.

If someone is unfamiliar: Kaz Brekker is a character from the book Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo. (He is also in the relatively new show Shadow and Bone. I’ll get to it.) Kinda mobster, edgy, mysterious young boy with a genius mind and a broken leg.

Jacob Frye is a character from Assassin’s creed Syndicate. Surprisingly an assassin, kinda dork, reckless, canonically bisexual who loves receiving A LETTER? FOR ME??

I think you get it. 

The first hint that these characters are made for each other are their canes! Since Kaz has a limp and Jacob has to have a secret weapon he can carry everywhere he goes, they both have a cane. (Also, they are both from the Victorian era, so a cane is a must-have for every gentleman!) And not just some random cane, their canes both have a bird head handle! I’m doing the book version, so these are our canes together, and you can’t convince me that this isn’t already a ship material. 

Also, when we (a few years later) got the series, this is Kaz’s cane in it. Even more ship material!

Since they are inspired by the Victorian era, their clothes are pretty similar too. Basically, they are dressed the same with just little different styles and colours. Let’s see. 

Fanart by Kevin Wada

Formal trousers  ✓ a vest  ✓ a shirt  ✓ a tie  ✓ a long coat ✓ and a hat (not in the picture for Kaz, but he has it!).

Every time we visit a convention together in these costumes, everyone thinks we are from the same fandom or even different versions of the same character. (Once my BF was asked if he is Pekka Rollins. *time for Six of Crows fans to laugh* I think they should be glad they didn’t see us kissing.)

Let’s move to another similarity: a tattoo. They are OBSESSED with birds. Both of them. So much that they both have a bird tattoo. How you can be more obviously in love than when you have a matching tattoo with your partner? You two, get a room already.

And to not brag just about their appearance, here is something about their personalities. As I said, Kaz is a cold-hearted edgy mastermind meanwhile, Jacob is a funny vivacious dork. Not everyone thinks it could work, but… Well. I don’t care, I ship it. I need more fights for dominance between my OTPs.

They both have a gang. They are both sarcastic (even while murdering people). They can share their trauma of dead parents and weirdly strong relationship with their siblings, and if you see them doing ANYTHING, you can be sure, they are the only ones for each other. Let them destroy the city and let Kaz probably kill Jacob in the process.

To summarize it: They look like a very cringe couple who are so madly in love that you can see it from miles away.

I don’t know about you guys, but I want to see more of them, and I’m going to do something about it.

LET THE SHIP SAIL.

#JAZ

[merakiui]

So mafia!xiao thinks reader is attractive aye? :lipbite: Oh imagine the possibilities! Xiao, Zhongli, and you all going on a more elaborate mission to a masquerade ball. Zhongli and Xiao just cant keep their eyes off of you at how stunning you look! I do have an idea of what Xiao and Zhongli would wear since I keep seeing some neat vests on Instagram. It reminds me of what the Zhongli cosplayer is wearing in the picture I sent in.

Xiao thinks you’re good-looking in general, but he finds that you're the most attractive when you're focusing on the mission, unaware of his wandering gaze. It's even better if things get messy and you're forced to display your fighting skills: taking people down as if they're weightless, dislocating joints, and even finding creative ways to render them immobile while Xiao takes care of the rest. The more he works with you, the more he gets to see how you handle dark situations while using the techniques he rigorously taught you. And boy is he obsessed. You could be threatening an underling who betrayed Morax and meanwhile Xiao's internal reaction is just this throughout the entire ordeal.

BUT PLEASE!!! A MASQUERADE BALL!!!!!! YOU ARE AFTER MY HEART WITH YOUR BIG BRAINED IDEAS!!!!

It’s a masquerade ball hosted by the enemy. They’re withholding some very important information that was meant for Liyue’s mafia. What was supposedly an even trade turned out to be a scam, with one side benefitting and the other receiving false info. As you can imagine, Zhongli isn’t too happy about that and he intends to see the proper trade through to the end. You, Xiao, and Zhongli are meant to infiltrate the ballroom, retrieve that information, and get out unnoticed. Although things don’t go as planned, considering Xiao’s ready to send everyone to their graves for tricking Morax and you’re just hoping to provide some sort of damage control. You’re successful in the end, so that’s really all that matters as you make your escape from an estate that’s now up in flames.

But aside from that, let’s talk about the outfits!! Oh, Zhongli and Xiao are looking respectfully the minute they see you in your masquerade attire. You truly are the finest example of perfection; simply breathtaking. It takes all of their restraint to focus on the mission and not on how good you look. But the entire time you’re working, they’re just staring. It’s rude to stare, though, so they try to at least be subtle about it. You’ll feel eyes on you the whole time and you assume it’s the enemy, but in reality it’s just Zhongli and Xiao simping. 

They’re both bummed once the mission ends. This means they won’t have the chance of seeing you in those clothes again. :( Not until another mission calls for it, that is. But the memory will remain fresh in their minds...

[mammons-tax-returns]

How would Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Diavolo react to a male MC who wears skirts (because *chants* men in skirts, it’s masculine af) on the daily? bonus if the MC wears black nail polish!

REACTING TO MC THAT WEARS SKIRTS

LOVE THIS PROMPT 🙏

During this I imagined 💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻TANGO DANCER SOLOMON and thats going into my art idea list

masterlist

✖️MALE MC✖️

Not unlike all the other boys, Lucifer is willing to risk it all as soon as he sees it.

His favorite cut of skirt is the classic a-line ones, both modest and not.

A CLOSE second goes to wrap skirts.

This is a SFW blog so I will not be going into any detail at this time ✨

Literally loses his breath everytime he sees MC, and it surprises him.

If MC isn’t already wearing the RAD skirt, he’s already offering to get him a set. Almost too eagerly?

When MC decides to not wear a skirt one day, he tries not to make it too obvious, but he’s simply curious as to why is all. Maybe a tad bit let down.

MC insisted one time that Lucifer painted his nails for him, and...

“Well, normally Asmo is the one doing that for all of us...”

“But Lucifer 🥺”

“Alright... Fine. But I’ll have to continue my paperwork in between each layer.

It’s just kinda cute to think that he would spend an incredibly unnecessary amount of time on each nail, trying to perfectly lay down the polish. Occasionally, his tongue will poke out because of his concentration.

There’s some slip ups here and there, but mentioning them will only get him flustered.

I don’t use this word lightlySIMP SIMP SIMP

He thinks he loves MC in every skirt imaginable just as equally as the last (which, he actually might) but deep down he can’t deny that a mini skirt just hits different.

The first time he saw MC wearing a mini skirt, mammon’s initial reaction was to cover him up before anyone could see him.

However, he failed to realize that he was actually the last of the brothers to see him, since he woke up late.

But that’s just what being the avatar of greed does to you. You just want to keep what’s yours, no matter what.

But considering his jacket isn’t as big as Lucifer’s or Solomon’s, he ended up just holding it up against MC’s lower half and stood in front of him.

It took the coaxing of MC and the snark comments of his siblings to make Mammon finally allow MC to walk around freely.

Looking back on it, Mammon most certainly understands why even Asmo had called him clingy.

But even now, he can’t help but hold MC a little bit closer in public when so many demons are staring at him! It just feels wrong to allow them to do that.

Cut him some slack, he thinks MC looks amazing, and he trusts him, but they’re literally in hell surrounded by demons. He just wants to keep his boy safe <33

Levi doesn’t even realize what MC’s wearing at first.

In fact, he doesn’t realize even after their first FEW encounters.

He only notices because while Mammon was ranting to him and Satan about money, he brings up MC and his “stupid and cute but also dumb skirts”

Levi is baffled that he’s the only one that hasn’t noticed it. So, the next time he walks by MC’s room, he contemplates stopping by to talk. Right... Socialize. That.

While Levi is stuck in his thoughts, MC opens the door, presumably ready to go out to a party with Mammon and Asmo.

*fish man short circuits*

MC looks...! S-so cute....!

- thinks the third born otaku.

Because I’m big on fashion, I can kind of picture an exact skirt I feel would apply to him. Let your mind run free but I imagine a semi-sheer maxi skirt with water-like embellishments uwu

But don’t get me wrong, Levi literally loves seeing MC in skirts so anything will get him like 😳 yall know how he is

Actually starts to get more interested in feminine fashion because of MC. And one day, he purchases a long black skirt from Akuzon.

He saw a popular cosplayer wearing one, and so he makes that his excuse.

No one even realizes the change except for Asmo, who gushes over the new look, even if it barely changed. MC also notices, but only compliments him/brings it up when they’re alone so Levi doesn’t overheat.

I was this close to typing “Satan is a man of beauty and FASHION” can you believe that

OKAY ENOUGH SATAN SLANDER

Satan... He can recognize when someone else looks ridiculous.

But he knows for a FACT. That MC very likely pulls off a skirt better than anyone he’s seen before.

Call him biased, but he sincerely loves it on MC specifically.

He likes the puffier skirts because they’re ADORBS, but for a more casual look, there’s this one asymmetrical skirt in particular that makes MC look so handsome to him.

He has no idea why men don’t wear skirts more often! Surely MC isn’t the only one that can do it!

Oh. Right. Gender norms 😪🤚🏼

Satan feels his anger crawl up his skin when he watches MC get ridiculed. And just for something he simply enjoys wearing! The nerve of demons.

He advances to “de-escalate” the situation in the most “avatar of wrath” way possible, but when he sees MC’s slumped shoulders walking away from him, he feels more inclined to follow and comfort him.

Satan gives an icy glare to the irrelevant demons, taking note of their faces, and goes after MC.

He doesn’t immediately bring up the situation, instead opting to go out on a spontaneous date to a nice café or a shopping district. Anything to distract from the situation subtly.

If his plan works out, splendid. Anything to make light of situation without even addressing it for even a day is good.

If the shopping and food doesn’t quite bring MC’s smile to his eyes, Satan will just have to be forward with his feelings for once.

“MC. I’m not entirely sure how I can get it through to you, but you shouldn’t be worrying about what some moronic, low-level demons think of you or your clothes. Much less what they say. Just be you, and make them suffer ten times worse.”

MC relishes in his words, even if the last bit sounded more like a threat than anything.

The last thing Satan would ever do is let MC even hesitate wearing an outfit that he would have had no trouble throwing on any other day because of someone else.

Asmo screams (in a happy way)

“No, Mammon! You’re wrong. MC is NOT my personal dress-up doll! He’s my model.”

Trying to break the stigma around Asmo’s “shallow” personality, let’s get the obvious things out of the way.

He and MC shop together pretty much every other day. It’s almost concerning. And nail appointments are, of course, regular.

NOW THAT THAT’S OVER,

Yes yes, Asmo loves the skirts and wonderfully glossy black nails, but there’s still such a massive divide between him and MC. Not physically, or even relationship-wise.

He’s never met someone like MC, who is so fashion-heavy and just the right amount of self-centered.

He thinks its the fact that they’re a human and demon. But he’s seen firsthand that the line between what makes a demon so different from a human is very thin. Solomon is an example of that.

But he realizes it’s just MC. He’s simply dressing for himself and himself only.

Asmo loves himself, there’s no doubt. And it’s nice to go out and dress fancy for others. He couldn’t dream of another lifestyle.

But he has to admit that what MC is doing is working for him. He comes off as a charming sort of man when he ignores the negative comments made about his clothes.

He knows that people in both Devildom and the human realm are a little sensitive when it comes to men in skirts. And the fact that MC continues to wear them is beautiful in and of itself.

This got kind of deep out of nowhere and i apologize but Asmo deserves to be seen for more than he’s constantly portrayed as 😞

Diavolo isn’t really thrown off that much by it at first, but as time passes, he starts to understand the appeal of skirt-wearing MC.

PENCIL SKIRT LOVER 🚨🔊PENCIL SKIRT LOVER🚨🚨🚨🔊🔊🔔🗯

Barbatos has to remind him that it’s rude to stare, but he finds it almost entertaining how whipped they BOTH are for MC.

Like Asmo, he actually loves bringing him out to shop!

The only difference between the two experiences is that Diavolo has no fucking idea what he’s doing when he picks out clothes for him.

Which leads to some pretty funny/terrible clothing combinations.

No, Diavolo, MC will not be wearing a flannel top with a camouflage hi-low skirt. Put those plaid socks away.

He’s confused and even a little sad when MC continues to turn down his ideas, but he figures that he should turn this into a learning opportunity.

So he lets MC grab whatever he wants, and patiently waits for him to finish up in the fitting rooms.

The store clerk is shitting her pants at the sight of the literal future ruler of Devildom hyping MC up with the energy of a puppy retriever.

Barbatos does an amazing job pretending like this doesn’t affect him.

He’s a classy man, he just internally loses it when he sees MC in any fancy skirt, really. From silky gold ruffles to a victorian-esc vibe, he’s obsessed.

So when Diavolo makes arrangements for an event/ball, Barbatos makes sure to, at the very least, offer to help MC get ready at the castle. He may not be the most fashion-centric but being able to spend time with MC in an extravagant get up is enough to make a demon butler interested.

Most of the time he’s disappointed because in between the seven brothers, he’d be lucky to be able to see MC at all because of how jealous they can all get.

I can imagine that even Diavolo doesn’t get to hear what Barbatos has to say about MC and his ability to make him weak at the knees.

But all it takes is Diavolo prompting, “MC’s outfit tonight... It was a sight for sore eyes, correct?”

Then, Barbatos lets a compliment or two slip out.

I can also imagine MC wearing a slightly short snd flowy skirt, and some rather disgusting demons waiting for it to get picked up by the wind, only for Barbatos to already be there, discreetly holding the fabric down and shooting them an intensely calm smile

Barbatos will always be one step ahead of creeps.

👀..

sneaky boy is sneaky.. especially with the constant glances he gives MC.

Solomon’s favorite type of skirt to see on MC is DEFINITELY pleated. No other option.

Unlike Lucifer, if MC isn’t wearing a skirt, he makes it clear that he wishes he would’ve.

It’s in a playful manner, though! Don’t worry.

“No skirt today? Bummer. That’s fine though, I can’t expect myself to feel attracted any less.”

I imagine MC wearing a flowy skirt to some sort of event at the demon lord’s castle, and he uses his magic to make it temporarily sparkle or shine.

This mf flashy and wants EVERYONE to know that MC is dancing with HIM and no one else.

But if you ask him about it, what? What’re you talking about? Lights?? Emitting from your skirt??? While we were dancing ?¿ Crazy talk. I would never do such a thing.,.

As childish as it is, he loves to see the way it flows when MC twirls or turns.

Not in a weird way, either. It’s just beautiful to him.

So, not to be cheesy (which he WITHOUT A DOUBT is.) but he’ll occasionally just spin MC by his hand throughout the day, then catch/dip him by the waist.