#battle cats characters in comfy casual clothes :)))

[nyankojin]

Comfy/Casual Satoru and Warlock (v2)

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Hi you can take your time on this one . I’ve been wondering if you could redesign the star dress how would you redesign them ? (Me for an example I would given Lucy cat ears since loke has cat ears. Virgo star dress chains , Taurus more of gladiator look to be honest . Sagittarius dress not my fave outfit but I do adore her/his magic for that one . That’s all I can think of for now lol )

Whew! Thanks so much for this ask. I think I've mentioned them all over the place before, but I've never actually listed them one by one. I shall now be rambling like hell, be prepared. Before I ramble on mine though-- omg. those ideas are good. Loke's dress should definitely add cat ears that would be the cutest thing. Virgo's needs chains! Taurus' for a gladiator look, oh that would be cool.

Disclaimer: I think all the designs are decent enough and I do not actually want to change all of them. But since I've been asked if I could redesign them, I'll be listing ideas for all of them regardless if I like the originals or not. Also note that I’m not really addressing the fact that this is anime and of course some designs aren’t as detailed as they could be to be easier to draw, I’m just rambling, yeah? I’m also not thinking too much about powersets yet. 

Also note that the pictures I add are just visualized ideas because I’m not very good at explaining, not actual references, alright? 

Yeah this is going to be long lmao. Read more! -> 

Alright, going in Zodiac order! 

Aries. Definitely lots of wool. Either a soft sweater with puffed sleeves, or a cute short flowy winter cape. I'd like her dress to feel a bit defensive, so a puffy cape. I'd like to think of fluffy gloves and boots. Aries is a fairly modest character (she was uncomfortable with being asked to service men) so she'd be dressed comfortably, not showing any cleavage. I think a short dress would be cute, but for a battle dress for someone that fights like Lucy, I think Aries would go for comfy shorts like her own jumper-type clothes-- or maybe a skirt that fluffs at the end to complete the winter look? 

Taurus. It's good as it is, perfect for Taurus. But she could also have a leather jacket, or alternatively, a checkered shirt tied like a crop top to complete the cowgirl look. I kind of like the asymmetrical pants, wish the shorter side was a bit longer. But short shorts or full-length ripped jeans would be good too. I love this dress as it is, so not much changes honestly. If I wanted to add anything it’d be more accessories and badges to make it look wild westy. 

Gemini. I like the court jester/magician look a lot! Super unique. I do wish it were cuter as an outfit, though. They emphasise right now on being different colours, rather than asymmetrical. If I could choose, I'd make them clown or carnival-themed, sort of the cute little roadside magician or maybe even court jesters? Makeup, puffy frill sleeves, suspenders, mismatched high-knee patterned socks, toys and rainbows. They'd appear different each time--- sometimes she'll have a cape to hide a Doraemon-variety of things you just need, other times she'd maybe even wear a mascot head! This is the fun and jokester dress, and Lucy would have a hard time chewing them out for messing with her dress design, because 'awww, it'd have been funny!' 'NOT WHEN I'M FIGHTING IT'S NOT!'

Cancer. Love the Chinese vibes as they are, so if I redesign it, it'll be closer to Cancer's personality and image. Honestly, despite (or maybe because of) the first Celestial World Dress we see, I think when things came down to it for battle, Cancer would choose something that’s practical over something flowing and pretty. Nothing casual though, he’ll choose something that looks smart casual at least, something like a work uniform. I like to imagine a waist apron or belt to put small scissors in. In this outfit variety, I’d love for the main weapon to be huge scissors that Lucy has to make swing her body weight around. 

Leo. Hear me out. If Loke could, he would go immediately for a wedding dress. But that aside, Leo’s dress is gorgeous enough as it is-- if I redesign it, I guess it’ll be for practicality? But anyways. Rather than just an evening gown-- I kind of want fur. Not soft, woolen ones like Aries, but fuzzy ones, you know, like the one he wore as Loke. I’d go for a more ‘punk’ image than a royal one to match his Loke phase. I’m thinking high collars lined with fur, long flowy vest but free arms and legs, because Leo is the leader and he’s extra like that. I’d like to think there are lion connotations everywhere, from gold accents to fur-lined skirt ends, cheetah prints, cat ears and a lion’s tail belt. Definitely stilettos, excess rings and accessories to maximise damage-making capability.

Virgo. Virgo doesn’t mind if she does panty flashes, so the maid uniform can stay. Though, definitely add chains, maybe wound around her arm. Since Virgo’s thing is that she’s a blatant cesspool of sexual kinks... well, first, I think I want to mention that Virgo doesn’t care about herself, but she cares about Lucy’s modesty to some degree (she covers Lucy’s skirt in the hgih winds of Eisenwald arc, leaving herself vulnerable). If she decides that Lucy should go more battle-based, first, I want Lucy to have a slightly longer maid dress, maybe slit in the side or have a design to tuck it up for battle so she can look unsuspecting and harmless when not fighting (something Virgo also does is look the part of being ‘undercover’). Lucy should have a variety of things hidden around her garter, from knives, to guns, to her keys. I love the idea of a combat maid, 

Scorpio? I love the practicality of her current one, but Scorpio could also put her In rockstar clothing. Colourful neon cropped jackets, fishnets, plenty of loose accessories, bright-rimmed sand boots. High ponytail, definitely. Does this make sense for sand? No, so if we went on that route-- definitely armoured boots and arm guards, but go for a more flowy look, loose clothing for sand travel. Not too much though, maybe just baggy pants and a sash to keep it together, and a head scarf. 

Sagittarius. The leprechaun/elf thing is super cute, wish it were a bit more unique than just whole thing green though. I’d give her a hooded cape, probably brown, and instead of just sleeves, a full archer’s brace on both arms.  Of course, the open crotch is stupid on the original dress, give Lucy a short skirt that doesn’t show her underwear to the world. At least one more flap that goes over the front, I’m fine with the slits so they can look like tinkerbell. Though, to be unique, I’d like if her hair was down in a low and/or loose ponytail instead, to be under a hood. 

Capricorn. I’d love if he went the businesswoman route, to look like a librarian or secretary. Glasses, horns, braids, all those can stay. Honestly I’m thinking something like a mysterious bookkeeper in a mystical library. I’d think he’d give her a longer dress, and Lucy would look really studious and modest. It’d really make her writer side shine, and that side of her never gets enough shine. I know Capricorn is a combat-type spirit, but Capricorn’s dress should have been more of an intellectual skill dress than a combat one-- maybe in this dress, she can think faster, decipher faster, and wield magic to almost the same level as maybe Jellal or Mystogan who can write high-level magic from scratch. 

Aquarius. I need y’all to know that aquatic swimsuit designs have so much potential to look extravagant and gorgeous. I can’t believe Mashima would keep giving us disservices with swimsuits when there’s so much potential here. Like, why stop at just the swimsuit-- give us ocean-themed accesories like pearls, mermaid-themed styling choices. I’d love a long, billowing shawl around her, not just around the waist but around her as well. Mashima puts Lucy in a lot of twintails for these dresses and they’re cute, but I think a long mermaid-tail braid, or even a waterfall braid would be gorgeous. 

Bonus: Libra. Definitely Arabian dancer clothes. This is one of the few that kind of go without saying. While Scorpio kind of has sand-weather middle-east clothing as well, I think it should primarily be Libra’s thing. Going full out in this aesthetic--- maybe to be modest, head scarves, layered sashes and skirts, and of course, a ton and a ton of shiny, jingling accessories on every limb. 

Bonus: Pisces. Pisces would go with something skintight, maybe competitive swimwear or diving wetsuits. Definitely let’s not have the stupid open chest thing Mom Pisces has, but it’d be cool to see minimal armour pieces implemented into that kind of design, maybe the suit is made with material that feels like scales? I like to imagine this dress has two forms to be unique, since it’s the paired fish.  One for offensive focus, one for defensive focus. Mom would have a long gorgeous dress that looks like water with plenty of layers, mother of the sea and all. Son would have the wetsuit armour. Of course, they’ll wield a trident. To set them apart from Aquarius, they would have fish-themed accessories specifically. 

Bonus: Leo x Virgo. 

I’ll think of these two ways, if Leo is taking the forefront of the concept, or if Virgo is. If Leo is, I think this can go full royal. Go from a maid outfit into practical royal-esque clothing, shorts and cravat, adorned with as many accessories and badges as possible because both Leo and Virgo are into that. To add in Leo’s animal connotations, a huge, royal cape with fur lining the ends, emblazoned with their logos on the back. Style her hair wild and powerful. 

If Virgo’s taking charge, a cat-eared maid, complete with new animal prints, cuter apron, and shorter skirt for close-combat practicality. 

Bonus: Aquarius x Scorpio. 

Alright, here we go. They clash strangely because one of them wears water clothing and the other sand clothing. I’ll be thinking of Scorpio as the ‘sporty variety’, by the way. 

If Aquarius is taking charge, a long shawl-type swimwear would work, with a high slit. I want to give her a long scorpion tail, but of course, a thin one that can look elegant, not the clunky armour in canon. I’d love if this gave her a bit of devilish connotations, and Aquarius would go on to look a little evil with dark, evil antagonist sort of vibe. I’m thinking of a ‘little devil’ vibe because Scorpio’s got the ‘punk rock’ thing going on, so if she doesn’t let out her infamous violent streak here, when? 

And yes, all swimsuit material. Because swimsuits are versatile. 

I think Scorpio would look for a bit more practicality, so competitive swimwear to emphasize the thighs. Since he wants to emphasize armour so much, let’s see how that can work. As seen here, Azur Lane knows the balance between clunky metal and minimal fabric. So the main problem of the canon AxS dress is the metal parts are way too big and impractical. Give Lucy a smaller tail. Ditch the gauntlets and boots, or at make them much less clunky, leading in to high stockings and sleeve gloves. Honestly, we don’t need the tail for her-- make it a whip sword. Give Lucy a huge clunky sword that can extend like Renji Abarai’s sword, shaped like Scorpio’s tail. 

Bonus: Aquarius x Gemini. 

If Aquarius’s taking charge, it’ll be a mermaid tail dress, alternatively layered with blue and white. Definitely needs a train, frilled like waves behind her. I’m thinking a kind of cartoon queen dress, the kind with really high collars that frame around the head? I think snow white had a bit of it? The original gemini dress has it too. That, plus something like the headdress part too, all patterned and adorned to give the Gemini court jester look. 

If Gemini’s taking charge, then I’m thinking a cuter direction-- a balloon skirt, the type that are round and puffy like a tutu or something with frills around the edges? Not sure if you understand what I mean, but balloon shorts is fine, point is, with string adornments it could look like a jellyfish. There are swimsuits in this sort of design, too, so it also fits with Aquarius! Maybe if we wanna go for sexy, complete this design with a tube top + a bit of a frill choker in Gemini colours.

Bonus: Etc ideas. These are a bit messy.

Gemini with anyone else-- starting with Cancer, they’ll go on the magic Kaito route with the stage magician look, suit and tailcoat, top hat, etc. Of course keep the split-colour theming. For Aries, definitely put her right into a mascot costume. I would think mixing with Virgo would give us a strange butler-maid mix, maybe even literally split down the middle. For Sagittarius, go full on with the leprechaun theme, shorts and suits and hat and toe boots and all. 

For Capricorn, Lucy should transition from modest librarian to sexy librarian. Yes, I just said that. Gemini would piss Capricorn off and that’s the point, I want to see it. It would be the funniest damn thing because Lucy would love it while Capricorn loses his mind about immodesty. I like to imagine it happening and Capricorn just freezing in the middle of battle to go “GEMINI, WHAT DID I SAY.” Jokes aside, a warlock coat or something in a dracula direction would be incredibly cool as well.  

Also, Gemini and Pisces would be interesting. I’m thinking a stuntman-type concept, but that’s about it for what I can think of now. 

I think Scorpio on a delinquent route would mesh amazingly with Aries-- a fun, comfortable casual fit, with woolen hoodies, sweater sleeves, fun, pastel frills, loose socks and sneakers, something right out of instagram outfit aesthetics. Leo would add animal designs on it. Taurus would have so much fun with this clothing theme, especially if we ignore practicality. Cancer and Scorpio can go in a marching band direction. 

Scorpio would probably fit amazingly with Libra, because they’re both middle-eastern inspirations, design-wise. I’m thinking a ‘wandering Egyptian bard’ sort of look, traveller’s cloaks, sashes. But I think I’ll use the ‘rockstar’ theme for the others because it’ll clash too much with Libra. 

I’d like to think Aries is most concerned about looking comfortable over genuine practicality. Anything she gives would look like something people would actually wear on the daily, because Aries is modest and comfy and cute and she’s very concerned about that above all else. 

I’m thinking for an Aquarius mix, she would go for a one-piece dress type swimsuit, with frills instead of wool since that won’t mix well with water. There’s be plenty of sheep designs, though, layers of frills to look fluffy enough. For Capricorn, an old-fashioned peasant dress. I think it’d be cute if Cancer mixes and just straight up turns Lucy into an actual magical girl design. For Virgo who’s in charge of royal connotations today, I’m thinking a unicorn princess vibe. 

Generally, I’d think putting Leo with anyone would give them animal features. Scorpio? Ah, add some cute cat ears on that hoodie, please. For Aries, I think ditch the royal connotations and go straight up animal costume. Fluffy woolen dresses, mittens, boots, cat ears, and of course, comfy shorts so Lucy can go full animal. Cancer or Taurus? Ah, get ready for one sexy cat...

Libra? Oh dear, this needs to be sexy, put some animal prints and fur on all of that, please. Definitely mix the ‘sexy’ aspect of Libra with the punk side of Leo-- that means animals stripes! Loke wears tiger stripes sometimes on his tie, so it’s fair. Cheetah prints, etc, those things would be cute. Definitely something easy to move in like dancer clothing, but more practical eg less sashes, more fur. But definitely tons of accessories for the same reason as the Leo clothes. 

Aquarius with anyone shouldn’t immediately go to swimsuits, it should go to ‘sea connotations’ in general. Sea accessories and wave-like frills, swimsuit fabrics, bikini tops or swimsuits hidden underneath more practical clothing, etc. For a Cancer mix, marine navy uniforms. I think Leo would add a formal captain’s coat, but Virgo would go with a corset and petticoat. 

For those that remain swimsuits, they could add their own flair to it, Sagittarius could make it more fairy-like, water spirits or jellyfish-like (I’m making his thing the ‘fantasy archetypes’). I think Capricorn will give Lucy a long, formal mermaid hem dress, complete with a boa. 

But okay, I have one thing I’m very firm on: Aquarius and Taurus? It needs to be a pirate-themed swimsuit, complete with the hat. IT HAS TO BE, okay? It’s a perfect mix of concepts. Sea bandits, land pirates, cowboys, it just works. 

I like to think Cancer turns everyone into a uniform of some sort. I just think it’d be a cute theme to have since he’s always in smart casual. For Virgo, I’d think he’d go the boyish route, with a sort of young prince’s formal clothing, coat and double-breasted and all. Capricorn, I think it would be interesting to go for a mage priest-type costume. For Taurus, definitely full on cheerleader. I definitely want to make a point that her hair needs to be absolutely gorgeous in all of these. 

For Sagittarius-Cancer specifically, hear me out... equestrian clothing. 

I’d like to think Taurus adds a country vibe to most things. For things he can’t country like the royal suits or Scorpio’s modern fits, he’ll find a way to double up the sexy instead, like off-shouldering maid dresses for Virgo. He’d also make a sexy librarian dress for Capricorn to piss him off, though I think he won’t change it even if Capricorn complains, unlike Gemini. 

He’d clash strangely with Aries, but I think they’ll find a compromise on the little red riding hood route. 

I want Virgo to hold most of the royal connotations, honestly, just to set her apart from the others that are also in formal-looking suits. A mix with Libra could make something like an Arabian queen. 

But specifically, I think Virgo and Capricorn will give Lucy a formal, noble lady’s dress. Something befitting of a fairy tale princess. 

To set Sagittarius apart, I want him to have all kinds of fantasy elements in his dresses, not just elves. With Virgo, he’ll make a rogue hunter. With Leo, a cute werewolf (lion?).  Aries can have full control of this one, a simple black dress with plenty of wool at the ends and the collar, maybe even give Lucy actual horns and style her hair into curls. Of course, all of them will definitely have bows and arrows in some form or another, eg Taurus would be a wild west gunslinger with crossbows? Oh and, magical girl phase #2 with Sagittarius and Cancer, without wool though. 

And Gemini would be just a straight up flamboyant clown, high-collar cloak, two-toned masquerade mask, top hat. Speaking of masquerade, a Capricorn mix could be a full on masquerade theme, evening gown and all. 

Alright, I’m exhausted, I had way too much fun with these.

If anyone read this far, thank you! 

To summarize.

Aries would turn everything wooly, pastel, fluffy, and comfortable. 

Taurus would dial up the sexy x2, or he would give things country, old fashioned- kinda vibes including cowboys, pirates, country girl/farmer/peasant, etc. 

Gemini would take everything in a magician or amusement park clown direction, including magical girls, court jesters, pierrots, masquerades. 

Cancer would turn everything into a uniform of some sort. (Work uniforms, not school uniforms). His theme would be looking professional. 

Leo turns everything in wild, delinquent, and animalistic theming, with a bit of an authoritative ‘leader of the bad boys’ vibe.

Virgo holds all of the royal connotations, from maids to knights, to princesses. 

Scorpio takes a punk, rockstar direction. Musical vibes would be his thing, from fantasy bards to marching bands to opera singers. 

Sagittarius would have all of the fantasy connotations. Starting with elves and leprechauns, to RPG roles like hunter, werewolf, fairies. 

Capricorn would have modesty as his main focus, ‘pride of a noble’ and all. He would focus on making Lucy look fit for an audience with the king, responsible and well-kempt at all times. This is different from Cancer in that Lucy would be the served instead of the one serving, and differs from Virgo in that it doesn’t go as far as ‘royal’. Just noble, beautiful, and proud as a Heartfilia. He’s a bit old-fashioned, too. 

Aquarius would be the sea, of course. Swimsuits, and everything of a marine connotation including navy uniforms, pirates, and mermaid hem dresses. 

Libra would take everything in a middle-eastern inspiration, Arabian kinda. 

Pisces would be marine connotations as well, but they’ll take it in a specifically leotard-armour inspiration, kinda like most mecha anime girls.

[tothemeadow]

LMAOOO THAT LAST ONE GOT ME FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY 🥵🥵 If you don’t mind continuing that, Mario kart with pillars and fem reader boys vs girls except it’s fucking battle mode:R e n a g a d e R o u n d u p and the girls are on the dodge the law side, we were WAY too confident in winning and as for punishment for losing...we gotta strip all the way down (just into undergarments I’m not that thirsty I swear-)

‘to claim victory pt. 2′ / Pillars x Reader

hehehe give into your thirst

warnings: spicy 

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(a/n): Muichiro is 18+ in this!

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“Will you just- fucking stop,” Sanemi growls.

All three of you girls giggle in delight as you successfully maneuver around Dry Bowser. Even Kyojuro voices his complaint, saying how unfair it is that you guys are too good at this. After all the shit you went through with regular races, there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that you girls are out for blood.

This game of cat and mouse only stirs the excitement dwindling in your belly. The stakes are even higher this time, and if you win, then the guys get to be the ones punished. You – nor Shinobu and Mitsuri – were not going to let this opportunity pass.

“Oh, crap!” Mitsuri suddenly exclaims. “Help a girl out here, ladies!”

It doesn’t take long for either you or Shinobu to spring into action. Drifting into a turn, you spin your character around and immediately head for where Mitsuri is being held captive. You shriek in delight as Shy Guy and Donkey Kong narrowly miss you. Thankfully, Shinobu keeps the others distracted as you free Mitsuri from her prison.

“Looks like I did it again,” you taunt, a smirk playing on your face. “You boys should really step up your game if you want to win.”

“Says the girl with hickeys covering her neck,” Obanai huffs.

Tengen hums. “Our victory will be flamboyant, I assure you!”

“Kiss my ass,” Shinobu tells the two. “Time’s going to run out before you even get the chance.”

Off to the side, you hear Muichiro snicker. Cocky little bastard. Even though it’s clear he’s on the losing side, he still manages to act like that. “I wouldn’t be too sure of that if I were you.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mui,” you mockingly purr. “Defeat isn’t as bad as it seems. You should try it sometime.”

Looking up from his screen, Muichiro quickly sends you a mischievous grin. You catch his eye briefly; for some reason, seeing his smile makes you frown. You knew that little smile all too well. He has something up his sleeve, you’re sure of it.

It’s because of this that you get captured.

“Don’t mind me,” Tengen casually says.

You huff and bite back a curse. “Girls, if you will-“

“Already on it!” Mitsuri chirps.

You watch as Tanuki Mario gets closer to your character; holding your breath, you wait for the perfect moment to take off.

But it never comes.

Dry Bowser seemingly comes out of nowhere and manages to capture Tanuki Mario. Mitsuri yelps as she’s suddenly put into the cage, her eyes going wide. You grit your teeth. Shit. That only means Shinobu is left.

“Son of a bitch! Stay away, Giyuu!” Shinobu hisses. She gets so worked over this game.

“No,” he simply says. His character captures hers and she’s now joining you and Mitsuri.

Your heart drops to your stomach. No… No, this can’t be. It just can’t. You girls were so close to winning, fingertips reaching out for victory, but only for it to be ripped away.

Again, Muichiro snickers. “What was that about defeat? Can’t say I’m familiar with it.”

“Oh, no,” Mitsuri breathes. She gazes at you with bewildered eyes. “We’re going to get punished.”

Shinobu clicks her tongue. “Fine. More hickeys, right?”

The guys all cast knowing glances amongst each other. Each of them sets of their device, getting comfy in their spot. Tengen’s face cracks into a smile.

“It’s your lucky days, ladies! No more hickeys!”

You exhale a sigh of relief. Then you pause, your body tensing up. If hickeys aren’t the punishment, then what is? You really don’t wish to find out.

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Tengen spreads his hands in a warm gesture. “Don’t worry too much, (y/n). It’s simple. Strip.” The way he says it makes it seem like he’s getting a piece of his favorite candy.

Shinobu scoffs while Mitsuri squeaks in embarrassment.

Kyojuro shifts in his seat, seemingly already excited about what was to come. Even Giyuu fidgets around a bit.

“Does it have to be the whole way?” Mitsuri whines, her face now a bright red.

Tengen merely shakes his head. “Just to the undies.” Damn him and that smile.

The three of you girls exchange looks. It’s not going to be simple to get yourselves out of this situation. Plus, you already agreed to do the punishment if you lost. The only thing left to do now is comply.

Surprisingly, Mitsuri is the one to make the first move. In timid movements, her slender fingers grab onto the hem of her sweater and she begins to lift it up. The expanse of her creamy skin comes into view; you swear you can hear Obanai cursing under his breath. As more of Mitsuri’s skin comes into view, you can feel yourself growing warm.

Mitsuri’s always been a pretty girl with an amazing physique. Sure, you’ve seen her without proper clothing, but in a situation like this? It’s like seeing her for the very first time. Your throat goes dry as she lifts her sweater up and over her head. Your eyes latch onto her luscious breasts; they’re only covered by a pink sheer fabric with cute little cherries stitched onto it. Her bra is actually really pretty, but now’s not the time to ogle over it.

Shinobu, on the other hand, only wants to get it done and over with. She nearly tears her shirt as she whips it off. She’s not as well-endowed as Mitsuri, but her physique is equally nice. Her top piece consists of a simple black bralette, its entirety covered by a thin layer of lace. Although she says nothing, her face is also flushed.

You gulp when you realize that it’s your turn. Muichiro and Giyuu already saw your bra earlier, so you don’t play shy as you pull off your own shirt. You’re actually thankful you chose a matching set today; covered in a satiny baby blue piece, goosebumps prickle across your skin.

None of the guys say anything as the three of you simultaneously remove your pants. Tengen bites back his smirk, leaning back in his seat. Sanemi chuckles lightly to himself.

“How lovely!” Kyojuro booms. The blush on his face rivals the hue of the tips of his hair.

“It really is,” Muichiro drawls, his eyes latched onto the hickey he bestowed upon your breast earlier.

Giyuu merely agrees as he gazes at the mark he left above the hem of your panties.

“Is this good enough?” Mitsuri squeaks. She crosses her arms over herself.

“Spin around,” Obanai barks.

With a jolt, you quickly do as you’re told. Shinobu mutters something under her breath. With your asses turned to the guys, you suck in a breath as someone audibly groans.

“I wanna sink my teeth into them,” Kyojuro murmurs.

“Same,” Tengen replies.

Glancing over your shoulder, you notice Giyuu’s eyes lingering on your behind. His cheeks are a faint pink.

“Why don’t we play the next match like this,” Muichiro offers offhandedly. The guys hastily voice their agreement in unison.

With a sigh, you move to sit back in your spot, but Tengen abruptly pulls you into his lap. “It’s comfier this way, isn’t it?” he whispers into your ear.

You shudder.

[sighmurderbot]

i know we all saw the overwatch anniversary skins and are kind of like?? what? (or most of us at least from what I’m seeing) so here are my ideas for actual good anniversary skins that (imo) would celebrate the fandom, the character’s personalities, and add to the game/lore

Chill Genji

Hoodie over a recoloured cyborg suit. Sweatpants too. I don’t care. I want my boy in a hoodie. Cat ear headphones are a plus. Just let him rest

Stable Trash McCree

Anyone who’s been around horse stables long enough knows that there’s an unofficial uniform. Red plaid flannel over a plain or simple graphic tee, with ratty, sometimes bedazzled jeans and beat up ass boots. Make him look like he’s actually rode a horse in his life blizzard. pls

Workout Pharah

ok ok so I know there are in-game limitations because, ya know, Pharah needs to fly and everything. But give me Pharah in a muscle tee and workout pants and sneakers who just managed to get on the backpack jetpack and shoulder mounts and gauntlets. let my girl show off her muscle ;A;

BDU Reyes

let him be happy. give him banter voicelines with soldier if 76 is in the matching skin. give me shitty army jokes and roughhousing like two happy young military guys should have (see below for more details)

ALTERNATELY: Kawaii Reaper

You know it’s out there blizzard!! give it to us!!! (source)

BDU Soldier: 76

BDU stands for Battle Dress Uniform, each military branch has its own design. I would love to see young Morrison in normal military gear. (see above for extra details)

Lone Wolf Sombra

so in between being a child and joining Los Muertos I know Sombra must have roamed the streets and fended for herself. Shady-but-always-dramatic, sweeping through alleys and backways in a calf-length black duster with a hood added on, knee high, beat up converse, and a prototype of her hacking gloves. Early days Sombra. I want it.

Casual Tracer

ok lets be real, we love her but does she really need more skins? anyways. casual tracer in an oversized cable-knit sweater and leggings, big nerdy glasses, as if she jumped into battle in the middle of relaxing with a book and a cuppa while watching it rain out the window of her london apartment. 

Saltshaker Bastion

need I say more. We’ve wanted it since the beginning, where is it @/blizzard

Masked Hanzo

Something kind of complementing Oni Genji, with a traditional Japanese-style Kabuki mask and full robes. Or hipster Hanzo from Reflections. Either would work for me.

Goblin Junkrat

Perhaps tying in with WoW, I’d love to see a Goblin Junkrat skin. With green skin, orange or white hair, and kind of a fantasy-tech vibe to his equipment. His traps could be made of wood and brass, and his riptire could look like a spiked carriage wheel strapped with canonballs

Mei-ge (Ice Mage Mei)

ha get it! :D anyways, I’d imagine the colours could be similar to that of Jaina from Hearthstone. She could wear RPG-style mage robes, carry a staff or wand instead of a gun, and snowball could be reskinned into an ice elemental sprite. (Here’s the artist!)

Viking Torbjorn

He’d have leather armour and a linen tunic with a helmet with horns on either side. His “hammer” would be the flat end of a throwing axe, and his turret would be made of wood with some metal and it would have horns too

Combat Widowmaker

No more silly skintight suits or frilly skirts. Just pure, leather and gunmetal badassary. Leather jacket over purple tee, cargo pants in a light lavender to match the colour scheme. Utility belt. Bulkier gun. Here was my inspiration.

Bunny Girl D.Va

Give!! It!! To!! Me!!

Faire Orisa

Obviously inspired by this amazing artist!! Honestly I’d love to see their entire line of Faerie Overwatch implemented, it’s all amazing and I love it.

Lumberjack Reinhardt

Flannel. Beanie. Big Fuckoff Axe. And his ulti voiceline would be “Timber down!” (artist here)

Two Words: Otaku. Roadhog.

credit here.

Baby Winston

Much like Lil’ Rangaros from HotS.

Mechanic Zarya

Cindy from FFXV aesthetic, but much buffer. Obviously. Zarya could bench press me any day.. Here’s the artist who gave me the idea.

Barn Owl Ana

I LOVED this idea when I saw it. Here’s the amazing artist.

Dance Studio Lucio

You know those crop tops and booty shorts and sweatbands you see in 70′s dance studio videos? yeah. that.

Angel of Death Mercy

Black, Purple, and Red colour scheme, very edgy

OR Harpie Mercy

Birb mom

OR MechaMercy

Kind of like a Raptorion version for Mercy, not as armour heavy, but her wings have small jet propulsion that slows her decent, and her staff looks more tech-y

can u tell who i main

Saree Symmetra

I’d love to see Sym in a colourful, traditional Saree like this

and to wrap us up

Kawaii Zenyatta

he’s such a cutie, pls put him in pastels and comfy, oversized clothes thx

it’s 7am and I’ve been awake all night, goodbye friends

maybe one day I’ll draw these

[i-am-very-very-tired]

Chrissy Teigen, 31, is many things: a Sports Illustrated cover girl, a New York Times best-selling cookbook author, a host of the Emmy-nominated TV series Lip Sync Battle and the soon-to-be designer of a fashion line with Revolve. But she’s best known for what her husband, John Legend, calls her: “smart mouth.” She opines on everything from politics to stretch marks, 140 characters a time on Twitter. And her commentary is often so “you took the words out of my mouth!” that all you have to do is hit RT and add the word “PREACH.” What women love about Teigen is that she is, as she admits, “an open book.” She will show off a perfect seared duck breast—and tell you she accidentally sliced off her fingertip on a mandoline. Ask her about the wildest place she’s had sex? She’ll answer. (An airplane.) She approaches any topic with that same raw, real candor. But there’s one thing she hasn’t shared yet: After giving birth to her daughter, Luna, last April, Teigen developed postpartum depression, a condition affecting one in nine women, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. In this exclusive essay for Glamour, she talks about her experience, why she kept it private, and how she’s doing now. And she is as raw and real as ever. Over to you, Chrissy. When Glamour first told me I was going to be on the cover, I was freaking thrilled. Seriously. As a longtime reader, I couldn’t believe it. I’d always assumed that wearing swimsuits (or half a swimsuit) or having the occasional nip slip (or bit slip) wouldn’t make me the go-to choice for a women’s magazine I not only love but respect. Yet here I am! Next they asked me to write an essay. I was super into it, but then cringed every time I opened my laptop. Topics? I quickly realized I have truly talked about everything possible. I guess that’s the dilemma one faces when they…well…can’t shut up. I’ve been a chronic oversharer since birth. So I decided I’d talk about something no one really knows about me, mainly because I just learned about it myself. What is it? I’ll get there. Let me start here: To a lot of you, I think, I seem like the happiest person on the planet. I have an incredible husband—John and I have been together for over 10 years. He has seen my successes and failures; I’ve seen his. He has seen me at my worst, but I will say I don’t think I have ever seen him at his. He’s exactly as compassionate, patient, loving, and understanding as he seems. And I hate it. OK, I don’t hate it. But it can certainly drive you nuts sometimes when you’re as cynical as I am. If I weren’t me, I would politely excuse myself to make the most epic eye roll of all time if a woman talked to me about her significant other the way I just did to you. When John and I got together, I found my love for cooking. On one of our earliest dates, I took him to Daniel (four dollar signs on Yelp, ahhh!). I drank a $40 margarita, ate salmon rillettes (fancy salmon spread), and prayed my card wouldn’t be declined. I couldn’t afford to take him out to more dinners like that, so I started cooking more and more at home for us. I started with my own version of that salmon spread, then roasted whole branzino, osso buco, chipotle BBQ chicken. When my first cookbook came out, I finally felt proud of my work. I feel that same pride in Lip Sync Battle, where I get to work with LL Cool J and watch Channing Tatum and Jenna Dewan go head-to-head as Beyoncé and motherf-cking Paula Abdul. My job, essentially, is to have the best time humanly possible. And a year ago, in April, John and I started our family together. We had our daughter, Luna, who is perfect. She is somehow exactly me, exactly John, and exactly herself. I adore her. I had everything I needed to be happy. And yet, for much of the last year, I felt unhappy. What basically everyone around me—but me—knew up until December was this: I have postpartum depression. How can I feel this way when everything is so great? I’ve had a hard time coming to terms with that, and I hesitated to even talk about this, as everything becomes such a “thing.” During pregnancy, what I thought were casual comments about IVF turned into headlines about me choosing the sex of my daughter. And I can already envision what will be said about me after this admission. But it’s such a major part of my life and so, so many other women’s lives. It would feel wrong to write anything else. So here goes. I had such a wonderful, energetic pregnancy. Luna sat inside me like a little cross-legged Buddha facing toward my back for nine months. I never saw her face in a sonogram, just her butt or the back of her feet. Every time we kinnnnd of saw a nose, she would quickly dodge, and I was left guessing again. John, my mom, and my sister were all in the delivery room. John was DJ-ing. Luna, fittingly, popped out to the song “Superfly.” The first lyric is “Darkest of night. With the moon shining bright.” I immediately put her on my chest. And she had a face! I was so happy. And exhausted. After I had Luna, our home was under construction, so we lived in a rental home, then a hotel, and I blamed whatever stress or detachment or sadness I was feeling at that time on the fact that there were so many odd circumstances. I remember thinking: “Maybe I’ll feel better when we have a home.” I went back to work on Lip Sync Battle in August, when Luna was four months. The show treated me incredibly well—they put a nursery in my dressing room and blew up photos of Luna and John and my family for my wall. When Luna was on set, they lowered the noise levels. They turned down the air so she wouldn’t be cold. Only the most gentle knocking on the door. Pump breaks. I mean, there was no better place to get to go back to work to. But I was different than before. Getting out of bed to get to set on time was painful. My lower back throbbed; my ­shoulders—even my wrists—hurt. I didn’t have an appetite. I would go two days without a bite of food, and you know how big of a deal food is for me. One thing that really got me was just how short I was with people. I would be in my dressing room, sitting in a robe, getting hair and makeup done, and a crew member would knock on the door and ask: “Chrissy, do you know the lyrics to this song?” And I would lose it. Or “Chrissy, do you like these cat ears, or these panda hands?” And I’d be like: “Whatever you want. I don’t care.” They would leave. My eyes would well up and I would burst into tears. My makeup artist would pat them dry and give me a few minutes. I couldn’t figure out why I was so unhappy. I blamed it on being tired and possibly growing out of the role: “Maybe I’m just not a goofy person anymore. Maybe I’m just supposed to be a mom.” When I wasn’t in the studio, I never left the house. I mean, never. Not even a tiptoe outside. I’d ask people who came inside why they were wet. Was it raining? How would I know—I had every shade closed. Most days were spent on the exact same spot on the couch and rarely would I muster up the energy to make it upstairs for bed. John would sleep on the couch with me, sometimes four nights in a row. I started keeping robes and comfy clothes in the pantry so I wouldn’t have to go upstairs when John went to work. There was a lot of spontaneous crying. Anytime I was seen out, it was because I had already had work or a work event that day. Meaning I wouldn’t have to muster up the energy to take a shower, because it was already done. It became the same story every day: Unless I had work, John knew there was not a chance in hell we were going on a date, going to the store, going anywhere. I didn’t have the energy. Before, when I entered a room I had a presence: head high, shoulders back, big smile. Suddenly I had become this person whose shoulders would cower underneath her chin. I would keep my hands on my belly and try to make myself as small as possible. During that time my bones hurt to the core. I had to go to the hospital; the back pain was so overwhelming. I felt like I was in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy: These kids were around me, asking questions. Maybe it was a kidney infection? No one could figure it out. I saw rheumatoid doctors for the wrist pain; we thought it might be rheumatoid arthritis. I felt nauseated all the time, so I saw a GI doctor. I wondered: Am I making this all up? Is this pain even real anymore? By December I had started my second cookbook. With the first, I was in the kitchen the whole time. I stirred every pot, tasted everything. Had genuine excitement for Every. Single. Recipe. This one came at the height of my losing my appetite, and the idea of having to test and taste recipes actually made me vomit. I was still on the couch a lot. Before the holidays I went to my GP for a physical. John sat next to me. I looked at my doctor, and my eyes welled up because I was so tired of being in pain. Of sleeping on the couch. Of waking up throughout the night. Of throwing up. Of taking things out on the wrong people. Of not enjoying life. Of not seeing my friends. Of not having the energy to take my baby for a stroll. My doctor pulled out a book and started listing symptoms. And I was like, “Yep, yep, yep.” I got my diagnosis: postpartum depression and anxiety. (The anxiety explains some of my physical symptoms.) I remember being so exhausted but happy to know that we could finally get on the path of getting better. John had that same excitement. I started taking an antidepressant, which helped. And I started sharing the news with friends and family—I felt like everyone deserved an explanation, and I didn’t know how else to say it other than the only way I know: just saying it. It got easier and easier to say it aloud every time. (I still don’t really like to say, “I have postpartum depression,” because the word depression scares a lot of people. I often just call it “postpartum.” Maybe I should say it, though. Maybe it will lessen the stigma a bit.) I wanted to write an open letter to friends and employers to explain why I had been so unhappy. The mental pain of knowing I let so many people down at once was worse than the physical pain. To have people that you respect, who are the best in the business, witness you at your worst is tough. Even though this was something I shouldn’t have to apologize for, I did want to apologize. Because on a set, people depend on you. A lot of people are coming together and all you have to do, Christine, is put on a unicorn head and shoot a money gun. Editors are wondering what the f-ck happened to the girl they gave a book deal to. This shit was flying through my head and I felt horrible. I actually did write my executive producer on Lip Sync Battle, Casey Patterson. She is one of the most amazing women in this universe and I never doubted she would understand. She told me she had noticed and was always here for me. I had to postpone my second cookbook, but my editor, Francis Lam, and publisher couldn’t have been more understanding. To go from discussing layouts and recipes and shoot days to a complete “off” switch was, I’m sure, not a great thing to hear. But, again, I cannot overstate how lucky I am to work with these people. Before this, I had never, ever—in my whole entire life—had one person say to me: “I have postpartum depression.” Growing up in the nineties, I associated postpartum depression with Susan Smith [a woman now serving life in prison for killing her two sons; her lawyer argued that she suffered from a long history of depression], with people who didn’t like their babies or felt like they had to harm their children. I didn’t have anything remotely close to those feelings. I looked at Luna every day, amazed by her. So I didn’t think I had it. I also just didn’t think it could happen to me. I have a great life. I have all the help I could need: John, my mother (who lives with us), a nanny. But postpartum does not discriminate. I couldn’t control it. And that’s part of the reason it took me so long to speak up: I felt selfish, icky, and weird saying aloud that I’m struggling. Sometimes I still do. I know I might sound like a whiny, entitled girl. Plenty of people around the world in my situation have no help, no family, no access to medical care. I can’t imagine not being able to go to the doctors that I need. It’s hurtful to me to know that we have a president who wants to rip health care away from women. I look around every day and I don’t know how people do it. I’ve never had more respect for mothers, especially mothers with postpartum depression. I’m speaking up now because I want people to know it can happen to anybody and I don’t want people who have it to feel embarrassed or to feel alone. I also don’t want to pretend like I know everything about postpartum depression, because it can be different for everybody. But one thing I do know is that—for me—just merely being open about it helps. This has become my open letter. As I’m writing this, in February, I am a much different human than I was even just in December. I’m over a month into taking my antidepressant, and I just got the name of a therapist who I am planning to start seeing. Let’s be honest though—I probably needed therapy way before Luna! Like anyone, with PPD or without, I have really good days and bad days. I will say, though, right now, all of the really bad days—the days that used to be all my days—are gone. There are weeks when I still don’t leave the house for days; then I’m randomly at the Super Bowl or Grammys. (This is cringeworthily unrelatable, and I am very aware of that—it’s giving me anxiety.) Physically, I still don’t have energy for a lot of things, but a lot of new moms deal with this. Just crawling around with Luna can be hard. My back pain has gotten better, but my hands and wrists still hurt. And it can still be tough for me to stomach food some days. But I’m dealing. I’m grateful for the people around me. John has been incredible over the last nine months, bringing me my medicine and watching horrible reality TV with me. He is not the goofiest guy, but he has gone out of his way to indulge my sense of humor. When I was having a good day, he would go to Medieval Times with me and put on the crazy period hat! He sees how much my eyes light up when he does that stuff, and he knows that’s what I need. I know he must look over at times and think: My God, get it together. But he has never made me feel that way. He wants me to be happy, silly, and energetic again, but he’s not making me feel bad when I’m not in that place. I love John and Luna more than I can imagine loving anything, and John and I still hope to give Luna a few siblings. Postpartum hasn’t changed that. More than anything, I always want to have enough energy for Luna—to run up the stairs with her, to have tea parties with her. As she gets older, she’s becoming more and more fun. Her eyes are getting so wide, and I want to be there for those wide eyes. And I will be. Phew! I’ve hated hiding this from you. XX, Chrissy Postpartum depression is a common medical condition and, as Chrissy notes, symptoms can vary. Click here for information on diagnosis and treatment. To read more stories from women who have struggled with postpartum depression, click here.