#basically i had a short one which i used as the base. pulled some blue off the ponytail

[lokh]

well. it worked so i guess its ok. kyojuro wig for comparison lmao

due to the construction of this wig making it unwearable for me I am now forced to cobble together 3 different wigs

[veelaa]

Could I please request y/n and ethan are in a long distance relationship and one night they call and have phone sex . ❤️

LATE NIGHT CALLS - ETHAN LANDRY💌

SUMMARY: you and your boyfriend, ethan landry, have been doing long distance for quite some time. both of your sex lives have been boring, so tonight you both decided to spice it up.

GENRE: smut

warnings: masturbating, phone sex, dirty talk, use of sex toys

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you and ethan lived across the country. you resided in your cute little apartment in LA while he went all the way to NYC to go study economics.

you truly missed him. you wanted to be able to share more intimate moments with him but the closest that you both could get very intimate with one another is through facetime and text.

you enjoyed sleeping on call with him and you texted him all day. you basically had your phone around you 24/7 incase something came up.

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tonight was another one of those nights where you both would have all the time in the world to spend with one another.

“hey baby.” ethan whispered from the other end of the call. you could see his flushed face and his small grin which made your heart flutter.

“hi.” you simply answered, squishing your face into the pillow while ethan giggled at your cuteness. “you’re so cute.” he whispered while staring at his screen, admiring your look.

“thank you, baby.” you said. ethan on the other hand was getting hard because of your voice alone, and your pretty face. he wanted to see you again and put ropes of his warm cum along your face and stomach.

“so cute..” he whispered while trying to be as silent as possible. he was successful with taking off his pants and then his boxers. his hard cock sprung right up, the cold hair tickling it softly. he groaned which sparked worried throughout your mind.

“you okay?” you asked, a look of concern on your face. ethan nods while he wraps a big hand around the base of his hard cock. you were the reason why he was so hard and turned on, and you were completely oblivious.

ethan began to palm himself, letting out small grunts and whimpers which you brushed off, thinking he was trying to find a comfortable position. but soon, you could hear the wet noises from his pre-cum that was oozing out of his tip. you couldn’t see but you could definitely hear.

“fuck…” he whimpered, completely giving up on trying to be secretive. your eyes widened when you heard his whimpers become more loud and clear. the wet noises also became loud and clear as well.

“are you masturbating?!” you asked, your cheeks becoming flushed. “ethan???” you asked in worry and curiosity. you could see his head throw back before ropes of cum hit his chest. your eyes widened when you saw the white substance make a whole mess all over his newly washed shirt.

“ethan..” you whispered. you felt a pool form between your legs. you felt your sensitive clit start to throb from the sight and idea of ethan wanking off to you in secret.

you got on your knees and positioned the camera so that your whole body was in view. you began to tease him by slapping your short waistband against your waist. he wanted to see you fully naked. he needed it.

“take it off baby. i fucking need you.” he whispered in a raspy voice. he was still recovering from the overstimulation but it was clear that he was willing to go for more.

you obliged and took off your shorts along with your pretty pink panties. you pulled out a dildo from your drawer and spread lube all over so that you’d get the most pleasurable experience.

“i’m going to imagine that this is you.” you crawled up to the camera and licked the blue raspberry flavored lube off your dildo. you opened your mouth and strings of the sticky, yummy substance coated your mouth.

“fuck. suck it baby.” he whimpered. he wanted to imagine you sucking his dick down. you gagging on his dick while he ruthlessly fucked your pretty tight mouth.

you began to suck it. you imagined that this was ethan you were sucking off. and ethan imagined that you were sucking his dick right now. he even took out his fleshlight and began to use it on his dick at the same pace that you were sucking your dildo at.

you got faster and faster, the sound of ethan’s wet noises while he used his fleshlight were like music to your ears. his soft cries and whimpers only made you more wet. the dildo was now covered in your saliva and the blue raspberry lube.

you could hear his loud moan from the other end while he came a 2nd time into his fleshlight. you smiled and chuckled while watching him suffer from overstimulation on the other end.

“i want you to fuck me now.” you put on your pornstar persona and spread your legs, your pretty pussy now in view.

ethan got rid of the fleshlight and wrapped his hand around the base of his dick. you shoved the dildo into your tight pussy which made you throw your head back. you moan his name softly.

“e-ethan…” you moan. “fucking use me.” you whine while you began to fuck yourself with the dildo. you could already feel your legs shake from how aroused you are.

“of- of course baby.” he groaned loudly and picked up the pace with his palming. you picked up the pace with your dildo and you could already feel a knot built up in your stomach.

you both were fucking yourselves while imaging that you were fucking each other. you will never forget this moment. you loved every single second.

you felt the knot getting tighter and your moans became more high pitched. “f-fuck!” you continuously repeated while ethan groaned out a low. “shit…”

you went the fastest that you ever could. you felt the knot break and you gushed out. you squirted all over your bedsheets and the newly polished wood floor.

ethan reached his high as well and came all over. he watched you squirt all over the floor which helped him cum. “fuck.. you’re so wet.” he groans while finishing himself up once again. he came a second time within a minutes. he was that turned on.

you chuckled and cleaned yourself up while ethan cleaned himself up. you both needed this release, and you couldn’t wait to meet up in real life once again.

“goodnight baby.” you tucked yourself into bed. you were very exhausted from the phone sex session. “goodnight.” he whispered before falling dead asleep. you couldn’t wait to dream about him ruthlessly fucking you.

[wosowrites]

Clothing Swap (Leah Williamson x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: based off this request here

prompt: in which leah accidentally takes the readers chelsea pants one morning.

Leah had had a few embarrassing moments, some on the pitch, some off the pitch. But nothing compared to the morning of March 11 2023. Nothing.

You woke up to the song of the london birds and soft, warm sunshine. But the best part about the atmosphere was Leah’s body next to yours. You had fallen asleep after watching a few episodes of Sherlock, you in Leah’s hoodie, and Leah in yours. You turned over and noticed the clock said 8:00, which meant you had 30 minutes to get ready, and then 30 more to get to Cobham in time for the 9:15 training session. You knew Leah would sleep in, considering her training had been pushed back to 10:45.

You propped yourself up on your forearm, looking down at her peaceful body. Gently, you traced shapes on her toned stomach, her hoodie having rode up during the night. You pulled her hoodie back down, covering her up and then gently used your index to push back blonde strand of hair that were scattered on her face.

Her eyes fluttered just as you went down to kiss the tip of her nose, and when you pulled away, her eyes were open, barely, and tiredly, but open. "Hey, baby. I need to go to training," you said gently. "Mhmm… don’t leave," she said, lifting her arm up to rub her thumb over your cheek. "If I want to keep my place at Chelsea, then yes, I need to leave. Can’t be late," you told your girlfriend.

Secret girlfriend.

"But we don’t want that. We want you to come to Arsenal," she said, watching you stand up and pull off your hoodie. "No, you want that. I’m a blue through and through. It’s like if I asked you to come to Chelsea," you laughed, pulling on your white nike sports bra.

Leah made a disgusted face, making you laugh and throw a pillow at her. "Be nice!" you grounded her. "I’d never ever put on something with a Chelsea logo. Ever," she said. "I know, I know," you said.

You pulled on your training jersey and then shorts under the watchful and sleepy eye of Leah. "Don’t miss the next alarm, my love," you said.

You leaned in to kiss her before walking out of the room to grab a quick breakfast.

Soon enough, you were out the door, having peaked into Leah’s room to see if she had fallen back asleep. She had.

You had your own apartment, yes. The one that you hung out with your Chelsea teammates at, the one that they thought you lived in. Every time they came over, you would mess up the bed a little, and move things around to make it seem as though it had been lived in, when really, you only came here to do laundry because Leah’s dryer was broken. Leah’s apartment was home… no. Scratch that, Leah was home.

Leah woke up not one, but two hours after you had left, having slept right through the alarm you had set for her. It was now 10:15, and she had to be at training in 30 minutes. The training ground was 20 minutes away, leaving her relatively no time to get ready. She jumped out of bed, wrapped her hair in a bad messy bun with a hair tie that was on the beside table. She quickly found her Arsenal shirt and her black track pants that were lying on a chair in the corner.

"Shit, shit, shit," she grumbled, pulling on her runners without any socks on. Luckily, she packed her training bag the night before and simply had to grab it and run out the door.

Leah stumbled down the stairs to the parking garage and then found her car, driving off quickly.

She arrived two minutes late, meaning she was the last one in the locker room, and that all eyes were on her.

"Sorry, sorry. Late night, bad morning," she said, rushing into the locker room. "All good, Jonas isn’t- oh Leah…"

This was Kim speaking, as the sort of mother of the group, she was a natural comfort to everyone. "What?" Leah asked, walking to her cubby. "Holy shit! Williamson is wearing Chelsea joggers!" Katie basically screamed, making everyone’s attention draw to the pants Leah was wearing.

The english skipper looked down at her pants. Surely enough, the Chelsea logo was embedded on the left side, and on the right, in white letters, showed the number 29. "29? Who’s number 29?" Gio asked, smiling cheekily.

The girls thought for a second, Leah panicking and not knowing what to say. "Wait… 29 is the Canadian winger who’s been with them-" Beth started saying. "Fleming?" Viv asked. "No! Y/l/n! She has like 35 goals for them in 57 games or something," Beth said.

"You’re fucking y/n y/l/n? Really, Leah. A blue?" Manu said, jokingly pushing her friend. "Don’t say it so loud! Geez! Yeah we’re… together," Leah said, slipping off the Chelsea pants and stuffing them deep into her bag. "Hmm… y/n Williamson. Sounds good. Or would you take her last name? I think Leah y/l/n is pretty nice too honestly," Rafa said, making Leah scowl at her.

Leah had thought everyone was here, but there was one last late comer who made her way into the changing room. She wasn’t actually late, just talking with Jonas.

"Sabrina! You missed so much," Katie said excitedly. "No!" Leah yelled, trying to pounce on Katie. "Leah’s dating your teammate!" Katie said quickly, as a split second later, the blondes hand was covering the irish woman’s mouth. "What? Who?!" The keeper exclaimed.

Leah had thought she would have annihilated the threat by shutting Katie up, but Gio took over for the defender. "Y/n y/l/n," she said, shrugging. "GIO!"

"Everybody grab pinnies. Three teams please." Jonas said.

Leah grabbed a purple one randomly from the pile and slipped it on. "Hey, Leah! Look my pinnie number is 29! Get in bed with me?" Katie said, walking up to Leah and pretending like she wanted to give her a kiss. "Want me to call up Ruesha? We’ll see what she says about this!" Leah said, scowling at the girl. "No, no, no! I’m sorry," she said, quickly rushing back to her group.

"Good job girls, 20 minute break… be here for… 12:29," Jonas said.

"Okay who told him! You’re all doing it on purpose!" Leah exclaimed.

Jonas looked horribly confused, most girls were trying to hold in their laughs while the older ones looked around with stern faces. "C’mon, Leah," Kim said, gently grabbing Leah’s shoulders and guiding her inside.

"We’re just teasing you, you know," Beth said, gently placing her hand on Leah’s back. "I know. But you’re acting like you don’t like her or something. I really love her. And your opinion matters to me," Leah said, loud enough for some of the girls to hear as she walked into the changing room. "Leah… you’ve been… sad, the last couple of months. And it would be a lie to say that the last three of those months have been completely different. If she puts a smile on your face then… well we love her," Jen said, looking around for the gunners approval. They all nodded at the woman’s words. "We’re just happy you’re happy," Katie said gently. "And don’t tell Rue I teased you because she’ll kill me," Katie said, basically pleading.

That day, when Leah got home, you were passed out on the couch. The training today had been intense, and you couldn’t help feel as though something was different, throwing you off your game a little.

Leah dropped her bag a little louder than she had meant too, making you spring up quickly, your heart pounding. "Hey, hey. It’s okay baby. It’s just me," she said, walking over to you and sitting down beside you. "Sorry. Tough day," you said, gently pushing her down onto the couch to lie on top of her. "Tell me about it… your day, I mean," Leah said, brushing her fingers through your newly cleaned hair. "Mhm… I don’t know. It was intense but I felt weird the whole day. Like someone knew something about me that they shouldn’t. It’s stupid. I know," you said, fiddling with Leah’s necklace. "Well… um… it’s not actually. Because I accidentally wore your track pants to practice today and now my whole team knows about us," Leah said, slightly scared of your reaction.

You lifted your body up quickly, placing your hands on either side of her and propping yourself up. "Really?!" you said, a slight smile on your face. "Yeah… i’m sorry-"

"No! It’s okay! Unless they hate me and they want us to break up. Oh my god do they hate me? The tackle against Rafa was an accident last game I swear. And Katie got me riled up I didn’t mean to call her the lucky charms mascot it just slipped out and-" you started ranting, panic spreading through your body.

"Hey! Hey. No. It’s okay. They’re happy for us. They’re happy. And i’m happy… and you’re happy… right?" Leah said, gently pushing your head back onto her chest.

"More than I’ve ever been."

[thefoolsprocession]

The more I think about it the more I’d LOVE to see a Pokemon region based on Aotearoa and Australia… definitely more so Aotearoa obviously but I don’t think Aotearoa is big/environmentally diverse enough to fill out a regional dex, and including Aus just makes sense

Regional birds would be easy - we have SO many different species of birds here lmao

Anyways some ideas for what Pokemon could be inspired by Aotearoa culture/wildlife:

Regional form of Gyarados inspired by Taniwha (Taniwha can take on many different forms but the most commonly recorded one is sea serpent so it works perfectly)

A split evolution for a chick that involves into either Takahē or Pūkeko (Water/Grass and Water/Flying respectively)

Grass/Ground bird based on Kākāpō. Pretty self-explanatory

Either grass/ground or pure ground Kiwi. This one can be mythical but I’d only want one endangered native bird to be a mythical so make it the most famous one. Plus it looks like shaymin if it was brown and had a loooong schnoz

Poison/Ground or Poison/Normal Possum. Possums are the biggest pests here so poison it is

Dragon type Tuatara. Again, self-explanatory. I think it works best as a mono-type but I could see Rock, Grass, or Ground as a secondary typing. Dragon/Rocks works best especially cause it could be a fossil Pokemon (although they still exist today so…)

Moa legendary. Easy. The type is tricky though cause it could be anything… Grass and Ground are very easy types to give a flightless bird but Idk if fits. “Normal” sounds too boring for it, and it’s not beastly enough to be dark or dragon… Psychic might work? I could see a Normal/Psychic Moa Legendary…

Regional form of Wooloo. Dunno how different it would be but it would work

Ground type Wallaby that evolves into a Ground/Fighting Kangaroo. They are different species irl but this is Pokemon. Anything can happen.

Pekapeka (native short-tailed bats) would be like. Similar to Noibat in size and typing but it would be different since it won’t be able to evolve

Regional variant of Spheal that’s just a fur seal. Funny little guys… Might be Water/Rock instead of Water/Ice but you know

Water/flying Albatross. Another easy one.

Water/Fairy Little blue penguin (Lily’s suggestion)

Water/Rock Paua… basically it’d just be shellder kinda?

A giant sting ray legendary to represent the north island pulled up by Māui in the legend… basically Mantine meets Kyogre

Bug/Electric glow worm. Could also be Bug/Rock since they live in caves?

Incorporating the story of Mahuika and her firey fingernails would be REALLY cool, but idk how it could become a pokemon… unless it became a seed that grows into a burning tree? Since in the legend Māui uses dry wood that Mahuika threw fire at to make fire. It would end up being Fire/Grass which would be really cool

As for like. Starters? Water type yellow-eyed penguin, Grass type bird that is not Kākāpō (as that would be single-stage), and fire type wētā maybe? It would be Fire/Bug which would make it VERY strong, especially if the rival is competitive instead of nice and picks the starter that your starter is weak to, but it would make it interesting. Perhaps the grass type could actually be Grass/Flying? Then Penguin could be Water/Rock? It would make for some fucked up type interactions but there you go

[iamacolor]

2023 sewing projects - part 1 details at the end of the post (click here for part 2)

Note: I work for a fabric shop so I get most of my fabrics for free as well as some patterns as I have to be wearing our products at work (I definitely consider it a perk). Without this job I would not be sewing as much and I'd probably be buying most of my fabric second hand or on sale as I used to do before. I also sometimes sew during work hours so keep that in mind if you're also a sewist, go at your own rythm 💜 Although I have basic training in pattern drafting I prefer to sew from pre-existing patterns to save on time (as i have to regularly make myself some new clothes for work) and discover new techniques and styles - but I often change stuffs to adapt the designs to my style.

1 - first outfit for my friend's wedding (this one was for the henna night), it's made in a linen-viscose blend and it's very easy and quick to make + i can easily wear each piece separately!

2 - second outfit for my friend's wedding made out of 100% silk muslin (it was a big remnant i found on sale) - i ended up making made a lot of changes from the base pattern: i lenghtened the sleeves a lot, i changed the skirt piece as the og one was too short for me and also too wide for my narrow fabric so i just cut rectangles in the desired length and gathered everything at the waist - the skirt is fully lined both in silk and in lining fabric - I also took a lot in at the middle back and some on the sides (i would've have loved to make a toile but sadly a nasty tendinitis kept me away from sewing for a few months so i had to speed things up before the wedding)

3 - i made this bodysuit last week - it was my first time working on a knit fabric in a while and i should have lenghtened it a bit more than i already did as the shoulder seams are being slightly pulled back - in a viscose/polyester milano knit + modified pants from a magazine in a viscose , large pants in fluid fabrics like that are great for all seasons as i can easily put some tights on underneath when it's too cold. I'm so glad i found a knitted fabric to match the print on the pants!

4/5 - this dress and blouse have the same base pattern from the same book but i modified the end of the sleeves on both (they were supposed to be gathered on a wrist band and closed with buttons) to create a ruffle effect with an elastic - on the dress i took out the collar piece and slightly adjusted the side seams to make them more fitting + i traced another skirt piece based on the back of the skirt in pic1 and added a ruffle at the bottom - the dress is made in a viscose twill and the top in a coton double gauze

6/7 - both of these tops are made from the same pattern, i simply lenghtened the sleeves for the checkered version and on both i tightened the sleeve band - it's a very quick pattern to make. The dotted one is made from a very fine coton corduroy and the checkered one is in a coton double gauze. The pants are made in a thicker corduroy, I'm very much in between sizes when it comes to pants (depending on the brands I cover around 4 sizes between my waist and my thighs at their thickest) I ended up cutting the size for my thighs and simply deepening the folds and the darts to make it fit at the waist + I wanted a loser fit on the legs so i added 1cm on each side

8 - this shirt is made in a linen and viscose blend (same fabric as the pink matching set) except for the contrasting blue elements which are in linen-coton - i had fun playing with the classic shirt finishing and deciding what to do in blue (the buttonholes are threaded in blue!)

9/10 - this top is made from a simple coton gauze, the bodice is lined with the same fabric (super quick to make although the fact that the right and wrong side are the same means i've put in on wrong at least twice lmao) - the pants are made in coton gabardine (i've also had to trace between sizes here - this is a us sizes pattern and for this i'm in between 6 and 10 with a slight redrawing of the crotch and the side seams under the pockets) I love this pattern because it comes in a slim legs version, a straight one, a wide version (this one) and a short version. I've made another large version in orange and a slim version in white.

11 - these pants are made in a coton-linen twill - pretty straightforward in their making, as always I am in between sizes for pants so I cut a size 10 (can't remember if this was in us or uk sizes)and ended up having to do my usual changes for pants by deepening the front folds and the back darts (which I also had to make longer to accomodate not just for my waist circumference which is 2 sizes smaller than my thighs but also the arch of my back). Really like how large the belt is and how the fold is pressed all the way down the leg. I wore it with the green top, a red jacket and gold shoes for christmas eve!

[randomnameless]

Devnotes + rants for Drakengard characters (ft Virginia) !

Under the cut, Virginia, Leah, Berengaria, Aramis, Primm and Gilbert!

I feel like I already rant a lot about Virginia lol, as for her devnotes, it's more about her outfit and design, based on the prototype of the "unicorn knight" seen in the beta, and I find it a nice coincidence that since Alain also borrows from this prototype, there's a unity in the Cornian royal fam's designs!

The only thing that really bothers me with her design is the, uh, Lyn-tier slit of her skirt like come on, why not giving her shorts like Leah has? - but comparing her base sprite to her promoted one, I noticed she got a lot more accessories like earrings, a tiara and the golden accessories on her outfit (the belt and armbands?) which sort of make sense from narrative standpoint, pre-promoted Virginia is basically on the run for the last 6 years after her second home was overtaken so I guess she didn't brought jewels/accessories with her (assuming she had any, since she ran to Drakengard as a kid, without her retinue and I suppose, most of her royal belongings!) but in the Liberation Army, while she's also fighting, Cornia has already been mostly liberated, so I guess it is easier to find bling/accessories.

Unit wise she's a physical tank who can deal reasonable damage and retaliate with true strikes (aka strikes dodge tanks can't avoid) so yeah, she's a really good unit!

She also comes with self-heal shield that also increases her durability!

Leah!

Virginia's Gilbert's vassal and the second named swordfighter you recruit! Devnotes reveal that her concept was designed because one of them wanted a "small" swordsman with blue hair so... Here she goes!

TBH I expected some sort of revelation about her parentage, since she was apparently abandonned in the castle as a baby, and in an odd move, the Drakengard King rescued her and raised her - we're told he liked to pat her "blue" hair and Berengaria remarks on her "blue" hair too, since only the Cornian royals have blue hair, are we supposed to believe she's from a bastard line, or King Hugo's weird "fatherly" tendencies to what is basically a random orphan meant that she is one of his bastards? We will never know.

For someone who's basically Virginia's retainer, I really liked her role in Virginia's chapter (which is the intervention that make her start to reconsider quitting the army, when she was still deadset on leaving after the Knights of the Rose's passionate pleas!) and what she does in her own chapter/map, trying to mend the relationships between Drakengardians (even if they are green units who acted like green units!) and the Cornian Liberation army. I could talk more about Leah, but I'm sure a point could be made about her being a relatively major character in the Drakengard arc, given how she has ties - and rapport convos! - to every plot important character!

Ah, Berengaria.

TBH, given how mine refuse to use her fucking shield even if I raised her guard stat, she died way too easily and I really couldn't find what Reddit found so amazing - unit wise - about her since, well, she couldn't tank for shit.

Design wise... Yeah, the Zenoiran armors are ass (who wants a metal thong?) and only here for fanservice - save for Narcesse's who was borrowed by Alcina.

Berengaria was designed as a "strong woman with heavy make up" who also loves pretty white dresses - but bar the "ice queen who uwus 4 u" trope, I sort of bought it more easily than if this was pulled out for a mercenary character of no standing, because Berengaria was basically high Drakengard nobility before the fall of the country - and her father's death. Maybe during her tenure as a Count's daughter she used to wear nice dresses and make-up?

Her character arc is higly reminiscent of something straight out of Kishi's book (older sibling wants to avenge her dead parents and tells to younger sibling that he's too weak to do anything to push him away while she'll do the dangerous stuff, younger sibling doesn't listen and fights his own battles, she takes a bullet for younger sibling and ends up brainwashed but returns thanks to younger sibling's efforts, and they make up and swear to remain by each other's side), if Berengaria wasn't a woman.

Bonus point for her being the only maiden (as far as I've checked) who, after being picked by the Lord/Player as their waifu, ditches them to spend time with her younger brother instead. I included a pic of Berengaria when she was a merc (along with her bro Travis and Bruno!), i still find it a missed opportunity that she can't reclass in the merc line lol

Primm was designed for the "always hungry but cute short woman" trope, but she stands out thanks to her relationship with her sister and her role to recruit her - remember the plague subplot? Despite looking and acting like a klutz, Primm investigated and discovered that this plague isn't natural, but something gharnef Zenoira made, she hopes to convince her sister with those facts and logic, but it doesn't work so we still have to fight her.

She's also an easter egg to the Lena archetype, given how she's rescued by a "mysterious" swordsman - who dumps her in the middle of a battlefield, and I liked how she pointed that out lol

Finally some French representation!

Aramis - whose name and clothes were inspired by a famous french novel - was designed to have long hair, so the devs tried to cook around it lol and lo, it is revealed that his long hair was actually part (or not?) of a disguise to hide his identity! Just like his antics and "theatrical" tone of speech now define him, compared to being "stiff" and "formal" in his former life.

Aramis doesn't have a chapter to himself per say... but his "chapter" is actually, if you recruited him and don't play Alain as a moron who ignores his allies' advices, the last chapter of the arc, where he reunites with Gilbert and puts his past to rest, knowing well that his younger brother will rule in his stead as the King he would never have been.

I really liked his rapport convos with Gilbert - if he wants to stop being Ludwig to become Aramis, does it mean he will stop being Gilbert's older brother? - and yet no matter how complicated and convoluted their relationship is, Aramis will still try to help him whenever he can! Special mention to the NPCs in Drakengard who tell you, after liberating their areas, that they were helped by a swordsman with long hair, someone even mistaking him for a woman - he might have abandonned his title and his throne, he doesn't abandon the people, his brother or even the random Drakengardians. Aramis is cool.

he was inspired by french characters, of course he'd be cool

did i also mention how he is voiced by ryotaro okiayu??

Ending with Gilbert, the King of Drakengard who was never supposed to sit on the throne by virtue of being a second son, but still does it with the cheers and love of his people!

Some people called it before, but yeah, Gilbert's arc and design really feels like he had been designed, at one point, as the protagonist, but the idea was scrapped (in the few beta panels, we can see drawings where he was the prince and was helped/scolded by the unicorn knight!). I can say much about his trousers, but what kills me is the sorry excuse of armor he wears, dude took his regular/usual clothes (he's wearing them in the cover of the artbook!), slapped a breast plate on them and called it a day.

Visually, I like how his moveset/animations are inspired by fencing, even if he doesn't usually sees much fighting, since his role is to support his allies by being, what we would call in FE14, a rally bot.

I could write an entire post about Gilbert lol, but I really liked how the game tackled, through his plot convo with Leah and his supports with Alain (and to some extent, Virginia) how he's still the King of a nation that used to be at war with Cornia for ages for ressources, and how his prejudice and inferiority complex regarding the Cornians is something that exists, but he wants to grow beyond that - because they have a common enemy, but also because he wants to build a better relationship with his neighbours - which makes his relationships with Cornia/the Cornians complicated.

I liked that angle, usually the trope is "common enemy means everyone becomes friends and forget the bad blood existing before the common enemy appeared", but this time it was developped in another way. Too bad Gilbert has no support with the rulers/heads of the other nations but on his own, in the Drakengard arc, he's a really nice twist on the archetype he's based on.

[duhragonball]

In all honesty, while I do miss Super Saiyan "first times" being emotional beats, a lot of fans forget Goten did it by accident and Trunks did it because he felt like it. Like what, was Goten that angry at Chi Chi during their sparing match? Was Trunks' jealousy of Goten going super saiyan equal to Vegeta's self-loathing during the time skip before the Androids Saga? At least with Caulifla there's an in-universe explanation that honestly makes sense for her character. She's not the type to explode with rage and Cabba's not the type to antagonize her. Rather, she's adept enough at fighting to recognize that all she has to do is emulate the feeling of the transformation to attain it and skilled enough to do it by force. She basically skips the awakening part to get right to the "do it at will" stage which is perfect buildup for her as a rival of sorts for Goku.

I think what really bothered the Caulifla haters (besides their misogyny) was that she said the quiet part out loud.

The dirty little secret about the Super Saiyan form was that it was never this ancient and mystic power of destiny, but a quirk of Saiyan biology that almost anyone could replicate if they knew what steps to follow. The reason Vegeta, Trunks, and Gohan all pulled it off in such a short span of time was that they had a living Super Saiyan as a reference, and they had the motivation to work at it.

By the time Cabba showed up, it was considered a big twist that he couldn't turn Super Saiyan. That's how cliche the form had become. So when Cabba learns it very quickly, it's mostly because we need him to get "caught up" in a hurry. And Caulifla and Kale were even stronger than he was before he learned the form, so it only makes sense that they would get the hang of it quickly as well.

But their transformations weren't treated like this big dramatic moment that turns the tide of the story. That's because Super Saiyan was no longer a major milestone, but also because we'd already seen it done several times by several other characters. The gimmick with Caulifla and Kale was that they were prodigies, diamonds in the rough who were suddenly tapping into their hidden potential. Could they improve enough, quickly enough, to become a threat in the tournament?

The thing fans have to accept is that Super Saiyan isn't the be-all and end-all of this franchise. That's why we have Super Saiyan 2, 3, 4, God, and Blue, along with Ultra Intinct, Beast, and all of the other advanced forms that have cropped up along the way. And the bad guys have always been able to keep pace, so calling each new level "unearned" is pointless.

We could say that Caulifla deconstructed the whole concept, except Vegeta already did it when he first transformed in 1991.

One page. One page is all it takes to undermine whatever legend or superstition is still attached to the Super Saiyan form. This is the third character we've seen use the form, but Krillin still hung onto the idea that a Super Saiyan had to at least be a good guy. But Vegeta informs him that he simply trained and trained until he hit a wall and his frustration pushed his body over the threshold. But Vegeta still clings to the idea of a "Saiyan Messiah", even though he just demonstrated that there's nothing special about this. You don't need to be a mythical hero, or a man of destiny, or even a nice person. You just need talent and effort, and maybe some luck.

The U6 Saiyans just did a speedrun of Vegeta's process, and that may irritate fans, except that the U6 Saiyans were far, far more powerful than Vegeta was in the Androids Saga. Cabba and Vegeta fought evenly in their base forms, and that was the same "Saiyan Beyond God" level seen in Resurrection F. They were already capable of the transformation; they just needed someone to tell them it was a thing.

[ziteyra]

A good soldier

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 and Chapter 3

🐟 Synopsis: You get to meet some other members of Team Phoenix in person but the tension between you and Quaritch still doesn't seem to be gone.

🐟 characters: Quaritch Recom, Walker Recom, Waynfleet and Zdinarsk Recom (🥳)

🐟themes: same as the last chapter. A bit of cursing, roughing around but nothing serious.

🐠Note: heyyyy. Thanks for all the likes in the last chapter ! Didn't expect that (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ so I just followed the formula of the first one and wrote all fo this in the middle of two night. Ahahah hope you like it. Feel free to suggest any more themes or ideas ! Love y'all 💙

Sorry that's it's so short btw

Enjoy this awesome edit I found on insta which motivated me to continue 😁

Tagging: @babyduk213 💙

"This is Lyle Wainfleet, my second in command. "

You nodd in the general direction of the multiple blue recom soldiers that entered the room after Quaritch. Of course you had read their files and overseen their medical transitions, but seeing them in action and so alive was something quite different.

After the tall and smiling Navi Soldier squeezed through the small door frame, two barely clothed female ones follow him on foot.

"And these two beauties are Walker and Zdinarsk. One lethal with a grenade launcher and the other just with her mouth." Quaritch grinned as he introduces the last two and closed the door behind them. "They'll be holding my hand, while you, little scientist do your beloved tests. If it doesn't bother you of course. "

"Glad to finally meet you" you note "but I believed we would be doing the tests alone. It's quite fragile equipment I've got here anyway."

"And we too have quite fragile equipment" Lyle laughed out loud, "no need to worry about us little one, we just need to give the boss a few quick updates on the Sully situation."

" Still y/n for you Waynfleet. I suppose if you keep this quick we can arrange something." you say judgingly looking up and down the two woman. They both make themselves quite comfortable around Quaritch, nagging him with their tails and playfully hissing.

It was definitely no sting of jealousy you were feeling, that would be embarrassing just after a few days of knowing him. But at last he was one of your textbook idols, come to life again. Not yet as impressive as you made him out to be but still quite fascinating. And at last, your hero.

"Now you got my poor little scientist all railed up Lyle. She's on our side don't forget that, even if you have a hard time remembering sides." Quaritch quickly shifted his attention towards his team and let you start your testing.

While they were talking about ground locations and basic intel you took various samples of both his blood and hair.

While he didn't seem bothered by the tests at all you could see his tail twitching every time you got closer to him. His eyes were pinned onto Waynfleet while he was talking but just out of the corner of your eye you could see his cat like ears turning your direction wherever you went. Almost lost in the mesmerising patterns on his body only a slap on the head brought you back to reality.

" And why the hell should we trust her boss. She's like that Valentine woman back from base. We shouldn't be talking about our intel right in front of her anyway." scoffed the women named Walker while inspecting you from head to toe and showing her exceptionally long teeth.

"She ain't got no other choice Walker. And y/n knows that I'll be her worst nightmare if any of this information leaves our little group, isn't that right." Quaritch menacingly answered as he waved Walker away with his hands and pulling you even closer to him. "Do you understand?"

With a loud metal clunk your tablet fell to the ground while Quaritch face was only a few millimeters away from yours. Again you thought, but this time you weren't planning on being humiliated in front of his other teammates. At last you were supposed to be part of the team. As you knew their body and anatomy, probably better then they did themselves, you just needed one good pull to gain your freedom again.

"Damn that little scientist has claws." laughed the last woman Zdinarsk who up until now, hadn't really spoken at all.

"Lt. Quaritch, Sir , we are all members of this operation here and you shouldn't be questioning any of our loyaltys under any circumstances." you say while picking up your tablet hoping to regain at least a bit of dignity.

You quickly brush past him, as we was still frozen in his place holding his Braid with both of his hands.

"It was a pleasure working with you soldiers but I really must be going now."

[yesthisisrookhunt]

idk

warnings: none

So basically this little thing is gonna me of one of my ocs who’s based off of Cinderellas overblot. Capeesh? Capeesh.

Maizy and Sanna are struggling. No if, ands, or buts, just struggling. It was much, much colder than it typically was, considering it was only fall. Ever since Frenera went haywire and almost froze everything and everyone, her sheer presence caused the temperature to drop more than 15°.

Sanna hurriedly pulled Maizy along, both freezing their behinds off. Sanna plopped down onto all fours, every single one of her limbs shaking from being sore AND from the low temperature.

“Royals… I-it’s so cold….! W-Warmth, n-need warmth!”

She sobbed out, mere seconds away before her body gave out. Maizy continued to persist, trying her best to stay sharp and composed.

“I-I don’t know w-what.. hahhhhh!!!!! To do… I-if Frenera co-continues like this…. S-she’ll die, r-right?!”

Sanna gave her best to shrug, as to which was met with a shake of the shoulders by Maizy.

“Sanna, LOCK IN!! A life’s a-at stake h-here!”

Maizy tried to drill into Sannas head but once more, was met with a counter.

“IM TRYING! It’s freezing in— o-or out, here!!”

Maizy groaned in exasperation as herself and Sanna argued, about to counter the other girls… well, counter, but was unfortunately cut short by the sound of a high shriek.

“That sounded l-like Dani!!”

Sanna whisper-yelled out, looking in the direction of where the scream was sounded. Maizy immediately jumped to her feet— of course, not without dragging Sanna along— and began to sprint to the area.

“Hey!! I can run by myself, you- you- you know!”

Sanna said with a slight rise in tone. She pulled away from Maizy and ran alongside her. Did either of them have any idea whatsoever of what they were going to do once they got there? Absolutely not. What more did you expect from these two? They heard one of their friends in distress, and what more is to do than to go and save them?

The two eventually made it to the scene of whatever went on, numbed by the cold. They were greeted by a levitating, imposing, icy Frenera. Her hair still went of her lower neck, but her whole aesthetic that she had going on was .. terrifying for a high school girl. Her eyes were completely empty and an inky shade of blue, her nose and cheeks red from the frigid temperature. Frozen blot could be spotted bleeding from her magical gem, some small parts of her body crystalline and completely see through like glass. There she levitated, her specter pointed directly at Dani. Dani’s dark red hair and cat-ears were flat and pointed back, her tail fuzzy and going crazy.

Maizy and Sanna both froze in shock, but Sanna was the first to say something.

“Hey, brain-freeze! Why don’t you co-come and a-attack us instead of some poor little kitty!”

“What..?”

“Just go with it!”

The “little kitty” comment provoked a confused mixed with a “really?” Expression, but it quickly disappeared when Frenera began to speak, and she hopped up and ran away.

“Maybe I will.”

Freneras empty voice voice responded, cold and unfeeling. With a point of her specter, she sent an icicle sailing toward the duos direction. With their quick reflexes, they dashed opposite ways.

Sanna looked back, unaware of any obstacle in front of her— which chased her to crash straight into Clara, the mysterious vice- housewarden of Vitruma.

“If it isn’t our resident troublemakers. I came as soon as I heard the news.”

She said with a light chuckle, the exhaling leaving a pale cloud in its midst. Her face quickly changed into a determined expression as it weighed the situation and its vitality.

“Distract her, so I can stop her overblot before it’s too late!”

The grim reality of the entire predicament finally began to show its colors in Sannas mind. If Frenera didn’t come back from her senses, it could lead to grave injury— or worse, death. Sannas gaze flashed back to the overblotted student, seeing her skin get paler and her eyes gradually getting darker. Her lips were becoming a blond shade of red— and not much would see, but her body was showing signs of being weaker also. The shakiness of her hands as she lifted her specter aside the small movements were stone cold evidence— no pun intended.

Sanna turned her face back to Clara and nodded, beelining away. She saw Maizy dragging a hurt student caught in the crossfire away, her expression worried as the student could barely move. Sanna yelled in hopes of catching Freneras attention but it did not worked over the loud noises that seemed to be everywhere all at once in this situation. She cursed under her breath, and searched for anything that could help her.

Clara, on the other hand, was trying her best to not get spotted. She’d need somewhere where she was hidden, and most importantly, a spot where she’d be able to use her unique magic. Frenera and Clara were close since their first year— there’s no way Frenera wouldn’t know what she’d be attempting even in her state where she wasn’t exactly herself— but a marcid puppet of that orphic, black, inky substance that seemed to harbor nothing good to give. She swallowed at the fact that Sannas distraction didn’t seem to work, but it’s Sanna. If Sanna didn’t find something in time, Maizy definitely will. She trusted them to do so— she knew them. Just in time with that statement, a large glass vase was chucked in Frenera’s direction. Frenera was to occupied with focusing her magic on a bystander that she didn’t notice the vase coming straight toward her. Luckily, Maizys aim was always off, even if by a bit. It crashed down onto the tile floor next to Frenera causing her gaze to bolt directly to the broken porcelain, and back up to who threw it. Maizy was straight ahead, breaking into a cold sweat at the gaze of Frenera.

Frenera, in a blood rush, quickly pointed her specter straight for Maizy, charging up a powerful ice blow compared to all of the weak ones she’s been dealing. It all happened to fast— the typically fast-reflexed Maizy still from fear and shock. The ice magic was a white blur, escapable to any eye— and hit Maizy straight in the chest, knocking her back far into a soft flowerbed

Sanna had seen it all.

“MAIZYYY!!!!”

Sanna shouted, her voice cracking— full of panic and fear. That seemed really bad and hard— there’s no way there wouldn’t be any repercussions from that blow! Sanna dashed straight toward Maizy despite Frenera watching every second.

For a moment, it seemed like Frenera was realizing what she had done. The hand that held her scepter retracted a bit with a small upward furrow of her brows— but it was all definitely unnoticeable. With her realization, her body was now oh so obviously weaker because of the powerful injury she had just caused.

Back to Clara, she never forgot her true objective— stop Freneras overblot. As Frenera hardened up— the blot still coursing powerfully though her veins— Clara snuck up behind her and pointed her pen at her, charged up with magical energy.

“GUILELESS REFLECTION!!!!”

Clara shouted out, a burst of magical energy sent straight toward Frenera, knocking her out effectively in a deep slumber, something that would certainly get her out of her blotted state.

The courtyard was in ruins.

Rubble, glass, ice— you couldn’t escape it. Sanna was kneeling next to an unconscious Maizy in a grand flowerbed, Frenera knocked out cold all in the middle of it all. It looked like a large snowflake surrounded her body on the tiles. How did it all get to this point..? I hat could’ve possibly happened..?

This was going to take a while to clean up….

No Maizy is not dead. She’s just probably gonna have long-term temporary asthma

[mysticsparklewings]

Obscutober 2024 Day 16: Escutcheon 🛡️

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Escutcheon (n.)

a shield or shield-like surface on which a coat of arms is depicted

an ornamental or protective plate around a keyhole, door handle, drawer pull, light switch, etc.

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We are officially halfway through October/Inktober! 🎉 

You could say I went with something more on the simple side to “celebrate,” but it was mostly just a coincidence. 😅 I am still happy with it, though! 👍

Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk a little more about my thoughts/process. ✨

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Once again for catharsis: We are officially halfway through the month, Sparklers! 🥳

...And you'd think that to celebrate, I'd actually be able to get today's piece posted earlier, but nope! And it really is no one else's fault but my own this time—I had this one already 90% finished, but I let myself get distracted by some other things I know really could've waited until after this was taken care of. 😅 I accept my fate!

But it is what it is; At least I don't think the art itself suffered as a result.

This one felt relatively easy since, as might be overly obvious, it put very specific images in my head—Much of which I thought translated well enough into a mandala design. Namely, I kept picturing a keyhole plate that was etched gold, and I went with a very basic, "classic" shield shape because the definition literally says "shield" and I associate coats-of-arms images with a pretty shield-like shape as it is. And I also associate coats-of-arms strongly with royalty, so that's where the crown shapes came from.

Once I had those shapes in place as a foundation, it felt fair to just kind of fill in with more general mandala motifs that, at least to me, feel reasonably adjacent to some detail work you might see in these kids of decorative plates...However, I will admit I didn't actually bother looking up references for this one, so if you're personally more familiar with "Escutcheons" and some of the motifs I picked look terribly out of place...Well, here's my excuses and an apology, I guess. 😆

The colors were also very straightforward. I went with silver and goal for the metal base, then offset them with some abstract shadows. I added the spots of red, blue, purple, and green as a last-minute pop; The whole package was missing something, and I each of these colors in jewel tones I again associate pretty strong with royalty, plus I think they're fairly common inclusions in colored coats-of-arms designs.

My one regret in the design is that the white lines + browns in the background make me think an awful lot of a Gingerbread house, but when I tried switching the lines to black, everything just felt horribly flat.

At that point I really did not feel like going back over the background colors to try and "fix" the black lines when the white ones were fine outside of the Gingerbread thing (and this was after I got distracted, so I was running short on time, too)...So white lines it is! Who says you can't make a Gingerbread house that looks more like a castle for Gingerbread Royalty, anyway? I'm sure someone out there has done it! 😉

...You'd think I'd have more to say than that, but...Well, this one was pretty simple, especially compared to all everything I tried to squeeze into yesterday's. I know I said once before these can't all be super complex, and that holds true for today.

Oh! I should mention: This is yet again one word where I left off part of the definition that I included on the "official" list because it both took up a lot of space and also didn't really fit with the direction I took the art in. Escutcheon, in nautical use, can also mean, "A panel on the stern of a vessel bearing its name and port of registry."

And one final note you Sparklers might find amusing: This is probably the word I'm the most glad I don't have to pronounce out loud for this challenge. 🤭 I've had trouble enough remembering how spell it!

...That should be everything for today, I think. Now let me get to cross-posting before it gets any later...or before I get distracted by something else that could really stand to wait. 😆

See you tomorrow, Sparklers. 🤗

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[diezmil10000]

Hi hi, hope you're doing well!! Wanted to ask if you could explain how you pick colours! They're always so appealing to look at... (If you could also explain how you pick blush colours it'd be great! I never manage to pick good ones, no matter how hard I try :'))

hi anon, i'm doing fine!! it's summer right now where i live and that's healing all my problems (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

i have recorded the process of some of my drawings and everything is posted in my youtube channel (in twitter too), so i'll drop the link here and try my best to explain the coloring part to you. the short answer is that none of the colors you see in my drawings are similar to those i initially picked.

i try to keep my lineart loose but i pay attention to the outlines so i can quickly select the outer parts, invert the selection and fill it with the bucket tool. my base colors are all 100% opaque and i don't use any fancy brushes here.

as to how i pick colors, i never use the color picker tool, i eyeball everything. that's important for me because i tend to make all of them warmer: the greens are dark yellows, the pinks are light reds, and everything that's close to blue is very desaturated. i do this even for drawings that turn out much different later, unless i have a very specific vibe in mind from the beginning. i also never use pure whites for anything, and if something is black i make it part of the lineart.

then i always color my lineart!! there's no trick to that, the layer is in normal mode and i just paint it with a darker color than what's below it. i usually add the shadows and highlights at this stage of the drawing too. you're going to kill me for this but shade with gray set in color burn or linear burn (never multiply). i just don't want to think about color variety at this stage because it makes things more difficult for later. sometimes i add textures and some basic color correction here (curves, color balance, layers set in overlay, etc.) but i mostly leave that for the next part.

as to how i choose blush colors, i usually pick the base color and move it towards the saturated end of the color wheel, and a bit more pink. sometimes i add a multiply layer and airbrush hot red over the base colors at low opacity. coloring the lineart with hot colors surrounding the blush areas helps a lot too :)

i also almost always duplicate the lineart, blur it and set it in linear burn (i paint this layer in a light gray). this adds a lot of depth to the drawing, especially if later combined with the bloom effect.

the key to why the colors in my art pop so much is that i don't enjoy drawing as much as i enjoy postprocessing pictures 😂🤣😅👌✌️👍 once i'm satisfied with the "base" colors i merge everything except the background, open a new canvas and go crazy with filters and textures. that's why i use ibispaint X even if i do the lineart elsewhere (krita), and even if it works a bit wonky with big canvases.

i do something different for each drawing here, so first i'm going to explain my reasoning so that you understand my process: i used to have a problem of using very strong colors that overshadowed my beloved lineart into which i had put a lot of effort, so my goal nowadays is to make everything look less contrasted without losing the visual impact of saturated colors. that way the lineart remains a strong point and not just a way to separate one color from another.

what i usually do is duplicate the new merged layer, set it to exclusion mode, add a gradient map and play with the opacity. then i duplicate that and do the same thing with another gradient or another blending mode. i tend to add like 3-6 layers of bullshit over my drawings, including textures and other filters like "bloom" or "sharpen". i understand everything that's going on there but i don't think too deeply about it, i just pick whatever looks best.

for the final touches i always pull up the saturation and contrast (since a lot of it gets lost in the process), and i usually have to manually change some colors (ibispaint X has a filter to do that) or tweak the curves. then i add chromatic aberration, noise set to overlay and little polka dots set to linear dodge.

here are some comparisons of the before and after of recent drawings. the 1st one is very subtle, but you can clearly see how much warmth and depth it gains it gets after all the postprocessing. the 2nd one is so different that i understand why you're curious about how i pick colors. i don't think i can replicate that look just from picking nice colors, there's a lot more going on!! the 3rd one personally feels like it had potential lost (i liked the yellow highlights), but the colors were too strong and all over the place, so the finished result looks more intimate and calm and i like it a lot more.

thank you for the interest anon, i'm very happy that you like the way i color things and i hope i have explained myself. good luck with your own journey!!

[accirax]

https://m.youtube.com/shorts/nomGD-7eyfA?si=3gqcD5LRBrRzwGD9

So which DC duo would you assign to each one? :3 You can name any or all of them.

alright, i'm going to challenge myself by not repeating any characters as well >:)

Moon & Sun

(thank youuuuu to the DC wiki for making it easier for me to find screenshots!)

a classic pairing to start us off. Aiden has kinda moon-colored eyes, while James is wearing a bright yellow shirt. Aiden is more introverted and "cool," while James is more extroverted and "bright." it may be basic, but it works really well! (<- that's a good summary of jaiden's relationship, honestly.

Coffee & Tea

well, this one was definitely inspired by Kristal canonically having a personal espresso machine, haha. but, i think it also makes sense. Kristal has to always be full of energy-- to the point it can cause her to crash-- while Oliver is the warm and calming force in her life. and, at the end of the day, they're more similar than they are different, wanting to make a good show not at the cost of their employees' health, ingredients steeped in water.

Water & Fire

also inspired by Riya having the fire powers in the superhero episode! even though Grett is the one who actually had the water powers. but, trust me, Connor has enough associations with water to pull this off. first of all, he makes perfume, which is water-based. he also throws that perfume into the water in that one scene where he sees how far Riya's fallen. oh god, and being in the deep water is Riya's greatest fear, too! both Connor and water bring out Riya's weaknesses, and thus she wants to stay as far away from them as possible. and he has a go-with-the-flow attitude befitting of water, too. i'd elaborate on Riya's associations with fire, too, but i think those are a bit better known because of the superhero episode already.

Monochrome & Colorful

Tess was actually my first thought of who could be monochrome, before i realized that Hunter is actually even moreso. i guess Ally just likes to surround herself in people who like to wear black and white. that's kind of befitting of the other aspect of this dynamic too, though-- Ally is colorful because she's always focused on a million things all the time, while Hunter (and Tess) are more monochrome in their singular focus on one thing. in Hunter's case, that's making sure that Ally is okay. and winning challenges, i guess.

Fall & Spring

alright, so the association on this one is Ashley is like Applejack -> Applejack is associated with apple bucking picking -> apple picking is a fall activity. and then, Will wears a green shirt, which is spring enough for me. also, Ashley was born in November, and Will in March! i didn't consciously remember that when i assigned them this pairing, but clearly i was on to something if ONC agrees with me.

Vintage & Futuristic

well, i didn't have much to go off of for vintage other than... old, so Miriam winds up on vintage with her hip and young son figure representing the futuristic. he was in the space episode, alright? and he's worn some kinda sci-fi/video game inspired outfits in the greetings! Jake is totally futuristic!!!

Blue Hour & Golden Hour

this was the closest i could get to "grumpy & sunshine," which Derek and Trevor absolutely are.

Salty & Sweet

you really can't argue that Ellie isn't salty. and it's hard to say that Gabby isn't sweet, either.

that was really fun! :D i'm curious to know if you had any thoughts on which pairings would go where, and if we had any in common.

[vampsub]

this boything i let hit the other day was literally drool worthy can i say. i love the boys i fuck that have hardly been with boys before me, and i love the ones that are just now trying all their kinky fantasies with me for the first time but... he'd been there done that and knew what he wanted and it was soooo... good. like firstly hello, i love not feeling like i have to be the one to introduce all the new ideas. and secondly, it sort of made me understand why people get into kink in the first place. its nice to have these fetishes in a vaccuum, but when looking at someone inspires the want to act them out? knowing you're the subject of that, even if it's just basic bdsm 101? magical.

regardless. we'd been just friends before this, in fact, he's close friends with my boyfriend, so i came to him about a lot of stuff regarding him. he comes over to my place and i see him in person in full for the first time and im like woah bc he's bigger than i thought he'd be. bulkier, really? and superrrr tall. from the pics alone i expected him to be sort of waify. he tells me he's 6'2 and im like... nooo youre fucking with me. and he proves it and i got like... dizzyingly turned on. so in my head im already thinking yeahhhh put that onnn me. yk?

anyway we were chatting laying around in my bed and somehow started talking about how i naturally smelled sweet, and i joked he could shove his face somewhere to see for himself if he wanted. and he absolutely did, with zero hesitation, shove his nose right into my crotch. i'm sorta flustered and awkward and tease him, say like "what, do you have a huffing kink or something, you freak?" you know, like some dumb porno line. and he hits me back with "yeah. obviously" without even kind of losing his flow. which btw i LOVE when a guy doesnt get thrown off when i get flustered-- usually im the one leading and they start to falter when i do, but when they double down??? when it makes them more confident?? oooh it hits somewhere sweet

but yeah so he looks up at me from between my legs and makes eye contact-- I SHOULD HAVE DESCRIBED HIM let me do that. 6'2 industrial goth. GODLY thighs. amazing ass. smudgy black eyeliner and eyeshadow. pale as shit. black dreadhawk, chelsea burns. gorgeous pale blue eyes. as i was saying ahem anyway so i call him a freak through my teeth. he looks up at me and kinda grins and says "ohh, so im not the only one with that fetish. right? why are you shaming me for having it, then?" and i go quiet bc that's what i do when i'm turned on.

after a while he says "fuck it" under his breath and yanks my shorts n underwear down without a word from me. im scrambling to try and help him kick them off and theyre basically hanging off of one ankle still when he pulls my thighs over his shoulders. i think i was making commentary about how he was sick for wanting to blow me after i spent so much time telling him about mine and my boyfriend's relationship problems, and the idea of that sorta went to both of our dicks.

i'm pretty used to the boys on my contact list being so-so at head, improving on a scale from being with me. but he was good at it which was notable immediately. such pretty lips that felt so good wrapped around the base, super tongue forward. he sucked dick like his priority was to suffocate himself in my bush, which, naturally it was. and i was happy to help him with the endeavor with my fist in his pretty hair. i thought about flipping him over and seeing what his eyes would look like rolling back when he lost air on my cock but. the priority after he swallowed my load was teasing him for the cocks hes sucked before mine.

he sits up and is all out of breath with his chin and lips covered in pre and drool and ugh he looked so good. such broad shoulders, such nice hips. he was talking about wanting to frot against me but i had already decided i wanted him on me, and i told him as much. he all but moaned, told me his ideas were all shit anyway, shoved his over complicated pants down and wrapped my legs around his hips.

id had the foresight that day to lube and plug myself that morning, and at the sight of it, his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. "youre so fucking hot." thank you. he mused about how for all the talk of them in the scene, in his time, no one really used butt plugs much, as he reached down to pump it in and out of me. something about hearing his experience in the cruising scene went straight to my dick. ugh. its knowing you're in good hands i think, knowing someone isn't just all talk. the casual confidence, the discussion of sex as if it were the air.

to add to that, after it was removed, he lined himself up with me-- "you have to be quick about these things," said with the same casual note of experience he'd carried all this time. enough, enough! i'm already dead. no crazy width or anything, but some length, symmetrical with his height. but the notable part? he pulled my hips up off of the bed and held them against him as he fucked me-- rightttt there. you know where.

i think i just about wore out every swear word i knew. definitely my best stroker on the list. what a man.

[hugsandchaos]

Remember in Double Trouble, there was a scene showing Loki couldn’t handle the cold nearly as much as Thor? This is basically a short based off that, taking place in another adventure they ended up in.

High in the edge of a cliff, Thor sat at the edge of the cave entrance and stared out into the blizzard. He wanted to keep watch since during the adventure, which had lasted two days, making this night three, his brother had stayed awake. He claimed it was because he wanted to watch the stars and smiled a bit, but Thor started to see through that lie. You would too if you noticed he was looking around for any signs of danger and reacting quickly to any sound as if it was a threat every time you woke up to grab a snack or go until he noticed you and was suddenly okay. Speaking of Loki, he was inside the cave next to a fire that were fueled by a few logs Thor found.

He was sitting in a fetal-like position and shivering a lot under his jacket and his teeth audibly chattered. His arms were crossed over his chest and pressed between his chest and legs. Between them, Thor was much more tolerant to low temperatures. He hardly ever shivered. Loki on the other hand, always wears his jacket and never goes anywhere without long sleeves or long pants, and doesn’t seem to mind the heat. He seems much more willing to die of heatstroke than freezing to death, but Thor suspects he went outside in the cold as a kid anyways just so he could get extra hugs from their mother. Thor looked back at Loki and got an idea. He stood up from the rock he was sitting on and walked to Loki, who had already noticed him coming. It was clear with how he practically snapped his neck to face him after hearing the icy stone crack under Thor’s boots. He didn’t say anything when Thor sat with him, only stared back at the fire.”Is there any other way to make this warmer?” Thor asked, trying to start some kind of conversation. Loki didn’t look at him or say anything like he had hoped. Rather, he shakingly put his hand out into the flames to touch it, the flames somehow dancing away from his hand to make a sort of tunnel around it as he touched the wood pile. Thor grabbed Loki’s arm to try and pull it out, but he didn’t move.”Take your hand out of the fire!” He said. Loki ignored him and blue flames began to replace the red and orange ones. Surprise replaced some of Thor’s worry and Loki finally pulled his hand out of the fire.

The cave slowly became much warmer, but Loki nearly toppled over and looked a bit dizzy. Thor put a hand behind his back and helped him sit back up.”You okay?” Thor asked. Loki nodded and Thor pulled him closer into a side hug, which probably caught Loki off guard based on how he tensed up for a moment. His shivering slowed down some, but he was still cold. The side of Loki’s head was touching the part of his arm above his elbow, and he felt ice cold.”How did you do that?” Thor asked. Loki yawned and leaned on Thor a bit.”Just a little trick I picked up on, nothing special. Blue fire is hotter than red fire, so I figured I’d use that trick to heat it up. It won’t last long, though.” He said, leaning onto Thor more and more as he spoke. He probably didn’t realize it, either, and Thor didn’t say a word about it.”Wow. Is there green fire then?” Thor asked. Loki shook his head and his eyelids drooped as the cave became warmer as he spoke, his tone much more sleepy than he meant it to be as he spoke.”Not naturally, I think…” He murmured.

Loki started to regain feeling in his toes and hands, but he was still freezing cold and almost wished he hadn’t regained feeling in them.”Why not?” He heard Thor asked. Loki stretched his arms and legs out, kind of like a cat, and sighed a bit when he relaxed again, pulling his legs and arms back to keep warm.”It has something to do with the light spectrum and the wavelengths of light, I think? I can’t remember right now. I think I have notes in here somewhere.” Loki answered as he nestled the back of his head into the fur of his jacket.

Thor waited for Loki to continue, but only heard barley noticeable snoring. Thor soon smiled and wrapped his red cape around Loki like a blanket so he’d stay warm.

With only the sound of crackling fire, howling winds from outside, and hard-to-hear snoring, Thor was left with his thoughts. Recently, he’d started thinking that maybe Loki’s magic drains his physical energy the same way as exercise or some other intense movement. If that was true, then perhaps it’s possible Loki isn’t as weak as he thought with all the shapeshifting and teleporting he does on a daily basis, along with the occasional conjuration of objects. Like when he made some roses to try to flirt with Mildred to get her to stop causing trouble. He’d ask about it tomorrow, after he finds out how blue fire is hotter than red fire.

Bonus that I don’t know when would happen but I had to write:

“How did I not know how ticklish you are?” Thor asked. The only answer he got was more laughter and thrashing from his little brother, who was stuck in Thor’s hold and turning red from laughter and embarrassment.

Earlier, Thor poked Loki’s ribs to get his attention from the book he was reading and Loki slammed his arms down to protect himself with a surprised squeak, which Loki tried to play off by ignoring it, but Thor pressed questions at his reaction and grabbed his arm so he couldn’t just teleport away and escape the interrogation. It started with more pokes to the ribs and Loki trying to stab him with every dagger he had, but Thor stopped every one and even tossed it away so Loki couldn’t try again while he was trying to hide any sign of hiding any giggles or laughter. Then the assault of tickles to Loki’s sides and belly came when he ran out of daggers. It was an unexpected change, so he couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore. Thor seemed to really like the reaction and kept going while Loki tried his best to escape, but he couldn’t with how much stronger Thor physically is compared to him. And Loki was indeed very ticklish.”Stohohohohohop ihihihit!!” Loki demanded. But he had no success. If anything, it only fueled something in Thor to keep going, which he did. Thor smiled and began poking at Loki’s ribs, which started the whole thing and drove Loki’s laughter an octave higher.”Not a chance! I’ve been waiting for so long to get revenge on you, and now--“

“AAAAAAIIEEE!!!”

Thor paused the assault, giving Loki a chance to breathe, and looked at Loki with a surprised expression. Loki glared back at him with a look as sharp as his daggers.”Don’t. You. Dare.” He threatened through his gasps for breath. A devious grin creeped upon Thor face and Loki began squirming around again, or tried shielding himself. Thor grabbed both arms with one hand and held them above his head, even lifting him a foot off the ground.”No!! No, I’m warning you!! I’ll turn you into a pin cushion!!” Loki threatened. Thor ignored him and started tickling his ribs again, throwing him back into laughter. Loki began kicking around and tried pulling his knees up to cover his upper body, but Thor simply pushed them away and continued.”I know I heard that! Where did that reaction come from?” Thor wondered out loud as he prodded and poked around his little brother’s ribs, soon coming to the spot that got the reaction from a few seconds ago. When his fingers poked the eighth rib on the right side, Loki squealed and broke out in uncontrollable laughter unlike anything Thor had seen, not just in Loki, but in anyone he’s heard laugh.”HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!! NOHOHOHO!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Loki yelled. Thor was a bit shocked and confused about the fact that he got such a reaction from a single rib, but he was more delighted to learn it.”Oh, wow! That sounds like this is unbearable!” Thor said. Loki turned a bit redder, either from embarrassment or laughter, and shook his head while laughing.”What? Does talking about it make it worse?” Thor asked. Loki didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He was too busy laughing as Thor curiously and carefully tickled the newfound sweet spot.

About three minutes later, Loki was too tired to keep trashing around and his laughs he was falling more and more into silent laughter. Thor had started tickling him all over his upper body with both hands since Loki was too tired to fight back; belly, armpits, sides, ribs, and especially his eighth rib on the right side. When Loki began showing signs of fatigue, Thor set him on the floor and continued the assault. Thor definitely had the upper hand, Loki’s mind was going mad with the tickles, and it certainly didn’t help that he decided not to wear his jacket and that flexible piece of green chest plate today. By now, streams of tears from laughter were flowing down Loki’s face and he looked like he might pass out soon. Thor decided maybe it was time to stop or at least give him a break and pick it up later, so he stopped. Loki began gasping for air and managed to curl up into a ball on his right side so it’d be a bit harder to get to his weak spot.”Are you okay?” Thor asked. Loki nodded and Thor moved to sit next to him. He didn’t know what it was, but something other than the victorious feeling of having a way to get back at Loki was making Thor feel pretty happy.

Thor knew it was that part of him that really wished he got along with his brother, and now he had a way to do that. And it’s not like Loki would fight back, Thor’s much more physically fit, so he could turn the tables on him easily. Loki panted and gasped for air on the floor.”Did you have fun?” Tasking asked sarcastically. Loki shot him a glare and shook his head, making Thor laugh a bit. It took a long while for Loki to recover from the assault and Thor popped his knuckles when Loki sat up.”Ready for Round 2?” Thor asked. Loki’s eyes widened and he teleported away, making Thor stand up and rush to his room in chase.

In Loki’s room, Loki stumbled to his door and locked it, then he dived under his bed to hide. He curled up in a ball again, exhausted and embarrassed, and planned on staying there for a long time. It wasn’t the fact that one of his weaknesses was discovered that embarrassed him more, it was the fact that Thor could’ve found out he enjoyed the activity.

[arty-chase]

Con Man's Daughter

Posting this because there isn't enough biodad! John Constantine content.

[Masterlist]

(Part 2)

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I feel like this should be a Damianette story or just platonic relationship after Jon got aged-up to seventeen and Damian wanted a friend his age but doesn’t want to admit it.

So basically there is this big bad in Gotham using magic that Batman was fighting at the time and enlisted John Constantine to help out.

John realizes that the villain is using a Miraculous.

“Oh. I think I know how he gets his powers. And lucky for you, Bats, I know an expert on this special brand of magic.”

And he did the smart thing and called up Marinette who at the time was already Guardian and was looking for other lost Miraculouses like in the Treasure Hunter AU I wrote.

He calls her at a really bad time. She was in the process of being chased by the guardians of the place. Monsters and evil spirits.

“Hello, Dad. What do you need and can you do it quickly?”

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. How is my little cupcake up to these days?”

“You called at a bad time.” Gunshots.

“WAS THAT A GUN I HEARD? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOUNG LADY?!”

“Somewhere in Japan. Getting a Miraculous. And why can’t you call me to check in on me and not ask me to help you with whatever mess you got yourself into.” More gunshots sounds and it was telling that Marinette was using a gun.

“Where did you get a gun? And don’t you have school?”

“It’s summer break. Don’t worry Maman and Papa know. Well, the fact that I am in Japan anyways.” Marinette sounded a little out of breath. Roaring and horrifying sounds at the other end. “Can we do this later?”

“As it happens, there is a villain going around Gotham with what I think is a Miraculous.”

Swears on the other end.

“Oi. Watch your fucking language, young lady.”

“How about a No and move the fuck back, old man. I am coming over right now.”

“Old man? I am not that old-” as a magic blue portal opens up in the Bat Cave.

And a red Chinese dragon comes out with someone riding it.

Its rider was a black-haired girl. She had a trench coat similar to Constantine's. I imagine her with a fedora. Like Carmen Sandiego style but not red. Sometimes red but only when she has to steal it from a museum or high security places and she leaves a name card with the name Carmen Sandiego. A sword strapped to her back and a dagger to her thigh.

She had a gun in her hand which she used to shoot the monsters as it was halfway through the portal and yelled out the spell to close it.

“Brilliant entrance but you are in lots of trouble, little lady. What were you thinking about going to another country unsupervised? And isn’t there still a butterfly problem in Paris?”

“One, I wasn’t unsupervised. I had Tikki, a billion years old being and a sort of god. Two.Well, it got boring trying to track Hawk-bitch down. And I found this legend about a guy with a Miraculous who disappeared in the temple and thought hey, more miraculous could mean another edge to defeating Moth-man.”

More bickering and John grounding Marinette who was acting very nonchalant about it.

Okay, at this point, I should say that Batman and Robin are in the background trying to make some sense.

Batman is surprised to find out that Constantine has a daughter who is also involved in magic like her Father but an apparently more specialised kind called the Miraculous. He is a little miffed that he didn’t know about John having a daughter. He did consider it weird at first that she had a slight french accent unlike her father’s Liverpool accent although she pronounced some words like he does.

He also connected some dots that she is also the Parisian heroine, Lady Rouge who Wonder Woman introduced to the League a while back and had declined to join the Young Justice or Teen Titans until everything in Paris was resolved.

Damian on the other hand was suspicious of the new arrival and came to the same conclusion as his father about the daughter thing.

Batman after a few minutes, clears his throat.

The Constantines stop arguing.

“Bonjour. Batman. Robin. Pleasure to meet you. I am Mari Constantine and yes, I am this homeless looking man’s brilliant daughter.” “Hey”

“Well, Mari. Your father thinks you can help us with this new criminal turning Gotham upside down. Literally in some cases. He said that you might be able to help us.” Batman said as he pulled up zoomed in picture of the Miraculous.

Mari looks through the Miraculous grimoire and tells them all about it and power-ups, basically the most effective thing to defeat the guy is to get the Miraculous off them. Plus a spell that would make the Miraculous ineffective if casted within a certain radius of it.

“Thank you for the information, Mari. Constantine, let’s go.”

Mari made to follow them.

“You young lady are grounded and staying here.”

“I don’t need another supervillain using the Miraculous which are my responsibility as Guardian to retrieve them for their own misuse and wreaking havoc on the city. And what if there is an akuma in Paris? I can’t go there if I am grounded in the Batcave although it is a cool place to hang out.”

“You can portal back to Paris but you are not going to follow me. Understood?”

“yes. crystal”

“Good. After me and Batsy get the Miraculous, you can do your Guardian duties.”

Damian snickers. Until Batman cut his mood short, “You are staying behind too. Robin.”

“But Father, why? I am much more capable than Constantine.”

“Hey!” Both father and daughter.

Damian is staying behind too because of the Miraculous power or other reasons and keeps an eye on Mari.

Damian stays behind and there were some protests about mari mad about having a babysitter and Damian doesn’t want to be a babysitter. Despite the two of them being around the same age.

“I got an eye on you so no funny business.”

“Okay, Dad, I am not going to have sex with Robin.” Mari said with a shit- eating grin. Robin definitely didn’t blush.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“I love you too, Dad. Go save the world. Byee.”

John eyes her suspiciously because she is not one to give up that easily usually.

He casts a spell to watch her as they leave. and which she totally knew about.

“So...I have one question.”

“Tt, ask and don’t bother me anymore.”

“Is Batman Bruce Wayne?”

Damian looks up, totally caught off guard.

“I am going to take that as a yes.”

Puts sword at her neck. “How did you find out?!”

“Opened up Google Maps and saw that we are under Wayne Manor. Connected the dots. Also I already knew when Dad made a bet with me once to find out Batman’s secret identity but he never did confirm it for me. And can you please not tell your father about this? I don’t feel like being interrogated by the Bat in the future yet.”

“Father must know about this.”

“I saw you looking at Scarlet here. An animal lover then? You can give her some belly rubs. She deserves it after helping me outrun those monsters.”

His silence was brought. To pet a dragon.

One thing after another and he ends up bringing out his pets-Jerry the turkey, Goliath the dragon-bat, Titus- and her introducing him to her other pets like a hellhound, griffin and other mythical creatures who mostly roam free but come to her when she calls for them and also the kwamis, at least the ones who came with her.

After 30 mins have passed, “So Robin how do you feel about disobeying our fathers?”

“I am in.”

“Depends. Are we going after the (villain's name) ?”

“Yes.”

Awesome montage of them getting rid of the spell John casted and flying out of the Batcave on their respective giant flying pets to the villain’s base.

Meanwhile, their fathers are not doing so well and are trapped in a death trap. John can’t say the spell because the villain made him unable to talk.

“At least, the kids are staying put.”

Cut to Damian and Mari jumping off their pets and onto the roof. Taking out the guards posted there and going into the building all sneakily and also taking out the guards that come their way.

They dropped into the room where their fathers and the villain is.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Villain starts an evil monologue about his mastermind plan to which Damian cuts it short by trying to cut him down with his katana. Mari goes to deactivate the death trap.

They are evenly matched with Damian’s training and the Miraculous.

Mari steps in as Damian was about to be killed. Taps on the shoulder of the villain and when he turns around, gives an awesome right hook that knocks him out.

Takes away the Miraculous and curses him. Wiped the dude’s memories of it.

“When I said stay in the Batcave, I meant stay behind at the Batcave. What point of being grounded, don’t you understand?”

“You mean, Oh, Mari, light of my life, my wonderful daughter, thank you for saving my ass. You are the best.’ by that, right?”

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Mari and Damian exchanged numbers and email addresses.

As she was about to leave the Batcave, “It’s been nice meeting you, Mr. Wayne.” and leaves with a wink.

John ‘ungrounds’ her for the look on Batman’s face.

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After this, Marinette and Damian become friends who bitch and vent to each other about their alter egos and various villains of their respective cities. (In codes, just in case) They also share updates about their pets and love of drawings.

They have that type of friendship where they trade favors. Mari calls Damian to Paris sometimes to help out with the akuma of the day and Damian sometimes calls her in when Bruce doesn’t let him go investigate a case so he can sneak out by magical means or as back up for when his brothers were too annoying to deal with.

It’s summer break so no missing school.

John and Bruce are aware of their friendship and some of the shenanigans the pair gets into behind their back.

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Right. how this all started...

John and Sabine first met when the latter was still in college somewhere in France. John was tracking down a demonic entity which was targeting Sabine for some reason and she was the next target.

John saved her life and exorcised the demon. There was a heat of the moment thing and they had a one-night stand. There were a few more flings and hook-ups after that night.

And nine months later, Marinette Cheryl Cheng-Constantine was born.

When Sabine first found out, she called John to come over and he thought that it was a call for another hook-up and was very surprised to find out that it was not and that he was going to be a father.

They both like each other but do not want to be in a relationship together so they both remained as friends and John agreed after some strong-arming at the very least to meet his daughter before he goes to do his job. And pay for child support. And help Sabine during her pregnancy.

Pregnant Sabine was someone you don’t want to mess with. And John has never met a demon or anyone scarier than her.

He was at first not into meeting his child and there was a self-pity party he threw himself with how the child was going to live a bad life because he was the dad and how he destroyed every good thing in his life.

That’s why he is going to meet the baby once and leave maybe a letter and the occasional birthday present and stay out of their life. Forever.

The day Marinette was born and it took one look into her eyes for the HellBlazer to fall under the spell and all of his plans to stay out of her life to burn away.

At first, he tried. He really tried but he couldn’t do it.

Lasted 4 months before he came back, wanting to place protection spells on her and sigils around the house to keep away the forces of Heaven and Hell and other entities so they won’t use her against him as a bargaining chip.

Sabine calls him to babysit. He could have refused and Sabine would have easily found a babysitter. He moans and whines about how he is a great mage and not a bloody babysitter. Sabine retorts that it is actually called parenting since he is Marinette’s father. He grumbles but in the end, agrees.

The great John Constantine is wrapped around the little girl’s finger.

He was around for some of Marinette’s firsts. Her first word was “John”.

It made him cry. He wasn’t a good man and he doesn’t deserve someone this precious. His daughter doesn’t deserve someone like him as a father but fate made it that way and what can you do about it.

After an exhausting week of doing the usual and coming back from Hell, he saw that Sabine had sent him a video. It was Marinette taking her first steps.

Chas swears that in all the years that he has known John Constantine he has never seen the man look so happy.

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When Tom came into the picture, John was there to take care of a toddler Marinette while Tom and Sabine went on dates.

Insert John threatening a much bigger Tom while holding a baby Marinette with wide eyes and hugging a teddy bear with the same coat as John’s. (It was something Sabine brought on a whim and to tease John when he came around.)

Tom is supportive and treats Marinette like his own flesh and blood.

John resolved to leave for good now that Tom would be there to be a father figure for Marinette.

That plan fell into the drain the moment he was going to leave for what was supposed to be the last time before Sabine pulled him back and knocked some sense into him.

His face was a big giveaway. Sabine knows that despite his claims of being a terrible father for Marinette, he was a good one and damnit she was going to make sure that Marinette would get to know her actual father.

Tom later made an awkward talk with John about how he was not going to replace John’s role as Marinette’s father.

Marinette was the flower girl at Tom and Sabine’s wedding. John was there too.

During bedtime, John would read her stories and use his magic to make it come to life. Although he would feel a little drained afterwards, it was worth it to see her smile.

Sometimes he told stories about his tamer adventures. (After cutting out some of the inappropriate bits)

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When Marinette was about 5 or 6, Sabine was out on an errand and Tom was at home with Mari and helping her with her homework. There was a crash downstairs at the bakery. Tom went down to check it out to find John lying on the ground.

With a weak cough, he said, “Close the door. Close it.” Before losing consciousness

Tom did before a man with pitch black eyes slammed against it.

Thankfully John had installed heavy wards around the bakery when it first opened.

They held against the demon on John’s tail. Tom brought John inside and unsure of what to do, grabbed a rolling pin on the counter.

The man outside started pounding on the glass door and every time his hands touched the door, light glowed outwards, showing the invisible magic barrier around the bakery. Sparks and steams fizzled with every pound.

Despite the reddening and burns of his hands, the not-human didn’t slow down.

“ʝօɦռ....ʏօʊ ӄռօա ȶɦǟȶ ɨȶ'ֆ օռʟʏ ǟ ʍǟȶȶɛʀ օʄ ȶɨʍɛ ɮɛʄօʀɛ ɨ ɮʀɛǟӄ ȶɦʀօʊɢɦ ȶɦɛֆɛ աǟʀɖֆ. օռƈɛ ɨ ɢɛȶ ʏօʊ,” He laughs, the sound sends chills down the large man’s spine, “ȶɦɛʀɛ ǟʀɛ ֆօ ʍǟռʏ ȶɦɨռɢֆ ɨ ɦǟʋɛ քʟǟռռɛɖ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ.”

Tom knew that Marinette’s father was a con man. Come on, Master and Practitioner of the Dark Arts and Occult. But he was a good father nonetheless despite all his flaws and Sabine liked him enough so that was good enough for him.

Before today, magic was just the sleight of hands and use of fancy tools to sell the illusions. Now, with a could-be-a-demon knocking on his door to get to the father of the girl he sees as his daughter, he’s not so sure.

“Tom? Qu'est-ce qui se passe? (What’s going on?)” A little voice came from the stairs, “Dad!” Marinette padded across the floor to the body of her passed out father.

She shook him awake and there were a few soft slaps to the face.

“Dad, what’s happened?”

John mumbles, “Demon…. possessing some rich guy….. Exorcism…. Doesn’t like me very much…Don’t worry...wards going to hold.”

John manages to stand before falling down and Tom catches him before he hits the floor. He has a concussion. Tom turns to Marinette, “Go, Hide and don’t come out until It’s safe.” which she did

Unfortunately, a while later, Sabine returns from her night out and the demon upon seeing Sabine. “ɛӼƈɛʟʟɛռȶ..”

The demon possessed Sabine and the previously possessed dude hit the sidewalk with a thud.

“ɨռȶɛʀɛֆȶɨռɢ....” The voice coming out of Sabine didn’t sound like her mother which scared Marinette a lot. “օքɛռ ȶɦɨֆ ɖօօʀ օʀ,”the demon pulled a knife out of thin air, ,“ȶɦɨֆ ɮօɖʏ ɢɛȶֆ ɨȶ.”

Tom hesitated until the demon put the knife on Sabine’s neck and put enough force for a thin line of blood to be shown.

He opens the door and the demon knocks him out. Stepping over his unconscious body and looking down on it, “ʄօʀ ȶɦǟȶ, ɨ ǟʍ ɢօɨռɢ ȶօ ʟɛȶ ʏօʊ ʟɨʋɛ ʊռȶɨʟ ɨ ǟʍ ɖօռɛ աɨȶɦ ʝօɦռ, օʄ ƈօʊʀֆɛ.” and cackles. The sound was so wrong and unnerving and little Marinette tried very hard for her sobs not to be heard.

Too bad the demon had super hearing. “Come out, my little blossom. Maman is home. Why don’t you come out and give me a hug?”

It sounded so much like her mother and she nearly believed that it was her mother and not some entity in control of her body.

But she knew better from John’s stories of dealing with demons and how they would use the voice of loved ones to lure them out and into a trap. (Definitely not something one should tell as a bedtime story but Marinette was very different and had an unconventional childhood with John Constantine as her father.)

Wait...she got struck with an idea but she wasn’t sure if it would work.

Before she could do anything, the door of the cabinet she was hiding in was opened and she was dragged out.

The demon lifted her a few feet above the ground by the collar of her dress.

It heard Marinette saying something. “աɦǟȶ ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ֆǟʏɨռɢ ƈɦɨʟɖ, ֆքɛǟӄ ʟօʊɖɛʀ?”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Marinette was now screaming the words at the top of her lungs. She repeated the spell over and over again with fierce determination.

John, being his paranoid self, taught her the spell for an exorcism, just in case. Demons spared no one, not even a girl.

It screamed “NO….” as Sabine’s body contorted in strange angles before a dark shadow seemed to be dragged down into the ground. It made a desperate attempt to possess John before it was pulled away and disappeared. There was no sign that there was a demon attack.

After John woke up, he managed to piece together that his 5-years-old (Sorry 5 and a half) daughter sent a demon back to hell.

He was a very proud dad. (He was a tad worried about the consequences from this event and demons hold one hell of a grudge. He wanted his daughter to live a very safe and happy life. The bakery’s wards also need an upgrade.)

He also got the job of explaining what he actually did to Tom. And lots of reassuring.

Sabine, on one hand, was not happy that Marinette knew how to do magic. That is until John told her that he did it just in case so she can protect herself and later it was agreed that Marinette can learn some Magic spells and charms to better protect herself and when she is older, she can decide if she wants to continue or not.

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(Part 2)

[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”