#blue scale underwear

[superherobriefings]

Algie

Creator(s): Unknown

Alias(es): Algie

1st Issue w/Uniform: Red Seal Comics #16

Year/Month of Publication: 1946/04

pdsh.fandom.com/wiki/Algie

[izzabela]

based on a very real text from my very real boyfriend...

pregnant!reader x price

reader probably in the second trimester

MDNI: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, p-in-v, pregnant sex, pregnant!reader, f!reader = f!genitalia, prone-bone? (yeah i think so), we are rawdogging tonight! is breeding still possible while pregnant...? (if so, then breeding),

Price is just a guy

a chill guy who loves his pregnant wife

maybe a little too much...

because when you came to him with the announcement, the blue lines a heaven-sent message from the God he didn't believe existed, everything about his brain chemistry changed

you smelled so nice, lovely in fact. intoxicating, sickeningly sweet that he put in paid paternity leave much earlier than the intended date he was supposed to. you giggled every time you felt Price's scruff over your shoulder, arm, legs- any body part that Price could get his hands on

"darling!" you'd squeal, voice pitched in ticklish joy every time his thick hairs brushed over your skin.

he didn't want to leave you, not now and certainly not in the near future.

you're so soft too. maybe it was the bundle of joy in the middle of its creation in your belly, or maybe it was the constant massages that Price gave you whenever your back hurts. whatever it was, Price's calloused hands from war meeting his angel's, it the closest thing he has to purification.

"your hands...." you'd coo at his scarred limbs. "have you been using the healing cream i gifted you?"

cream? the only ointment he needs was your supple body- his holy grail

but the thing that did it for Price, the thing that made him go insane was the obvious sign of your pregnancy- the lil' bump that showed God's immaculate gift of a woman

for every cuddle session, Price's hands swarmed your belly with feathery touches. his lips would whisper the softest promises into your plush and growing belly. "papa'll show you the world" was your favorite

for every outing you and Price had, a hand always found your belly still! touchy thing, he is, because he would not stop talking about the little pumpkin you and Price were growing together

and for every night in bed...

"mmm, honey..." you writhed in his warmth, your back against his chest. if his stubbly beard rubbing the nape of your neck was one point of bodily irritation, then your back was tingling on fire with the fine hairs of his chest

"'s nothin' love," Price mumbles against your skin, leaving little kisses that were slowly going lower and lower. "Jus' checkin' on the baby, makin' sure she's healthy."

you felt rough hands scale your body, one resting over your mouth to muzzle you, and the other slithering down before making its home over your damp underwear. if your cunt was the magic lamp, then your muffled moans were his wishes come true

"stay quiet fo' me, love," he murmurs into your ear, nibbling a little bit in the process. compliance was a new thing for you, and you were damned that listening to him made you feel... real damn good

"there's a love...." he practically growled, swiping your panty to the side and easing his fat digits into your cunt

"h-honey, the doc said-" you tried to reason with him, but a quick grip to your jaw and you were reminded about the law of your darling husband. without saying anything more, you melt into Price, letting him make work in your aching pussy

how is it possible that you were so much softer inside? so much more wet? practically coating his fingers in slick as he pumped, pumped, and pumped, his nubs in you

shaking his hand off your mouth, you looked over your shoulder with those eyes he could never say no to, and the magic word

"inside?" you plea. and who is he to deny you the pleasure?

switching positions, he lays you on your tummy (with copious blankets and pillows to support you). of course, the fucking tease makes sure to irritate you by prodding his cock at your entrance, his head kissing your sopping folds down there. you mewl, whining for him to stop playing games with you

"sorry, dove," he leans over to kiss your cheek. "was 'at mean? oh, don't cry love," he hushes you some more, before a little smile peaks through and his number one girl is back

your lips lock with his like animals in heat, like you haven't seen him in years, like it's the first time in a long time since he's had you in his arms. and as your tongues dance, his cock finally makes its home inside of you, nestling nicely in your warm, gummy walls. in fact, you're certain his mushroomy head is just touching your cervix

he doesn't fuck slow, he fucks intentionally (that's how you're carrying his future in the first place...). after getting used to your insides, his hips buck in and out, a steady, constant pace that hits every. single. spot. and his cock, oh his that lovely cock of his, stretching you out until you're crying (again) out of pleasure and wanting

"greedy lil' thing, aren't'cha wife?" his voice low and gravelly in your ear. one of his hands is over your mouth, two digits in your mouth to gag and choke, while the other arm holds your little hands in place

"y'wan' anotha one? hm? wan' another baby inside? givin' 'm a lil brother o' sister?" he teases, cock practically engraving itself in you for your walls to memorize

he does everything in his power to not cum inside, even though his words have you drooling for more. but when you squeeze him, tightening around him as he's about to pull out, his chest is on your back again as he drives himself to his own finish

"playin' dirty, lil' girl," he snarls, and you can't help but lick over his fingers in response

you can't speak with his fingers gagging you, but your mind roared with "more, more, more" and "fill me, fill me, fill me" like a mantra

and isn't the best way to thank God through worship and prayer?

your finish is visceral, flashes of white clouding your vision as you feel your thighs and legs shake. you pussy is no better, slick leaving and coating your sheets

Price is practically there, hips smashing into your round ass, hearing his flesh collide with your to create the symphony of his dreams- bonus points for your cunt adding even more music

"ah, fuck, honey i'm-!" but there's no point for Price to finish his sentence when the rest of it filled you up

you melted at the feeling of his spunk coating your walls, filling you to the brim, the fatigue of sex finally caught up to you as you began to doze off

"c'mon love," he chuckled, a little rough in his throat as he tried to keep you awake. "gotta 'elp me to not hurt our lil' one..."

you weakly flip over back onto your left side, but there's no point in fighting the sleepiness when you've already drifted into the land of subconscious. Price can only sigh at the sight, but who's he to complain? you're growing his little pumpkin

as you dreamed of your baby, images of your baby all grown, Price was tending to his garden. after all, how can she create more if not taken care of properly?

[simbarf]

✰✮alien lookbook✮✰

i am finally postin a lookbook for the aliens with some extra looks. you can find all links under cut. thank you to all cc creators!˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Alien 1 (blue) look 1

☆ hair ☆ necklace ☆ dress ☆ nip piercing ☆ underwear ☆ belt ☆ shoes ☆

Alien 1 (human disguise) look 1

✬ hair ✬ *hat ✬ necklace ✬ top ✬ shorts ✬ underwear ✬ belt 1 2 ✬ socks ✬ shoes ✬

Alien 2 (purple) look 1

✯ hair(outdoor retreat) ✯ hair clips ✯ necklace ✯ top ✯ skirt+garter ✯ belly piercing ✯ socks ✯ shoes ✯

Alien 2 (human disguise) look 1

☆ hair ☆ earmuffs ☆ necklace ☆ top ☆ belly piercing ☆ belt ☆ skirt ☆ stockings ☆ shoes ☆

Alien 1 (blue) look 2

✯ hair ✯ necklace ✯ dress ✯ scales ✯ bracelets ? ✯ socks ✯ *shoes ✯

Alien 1 (human disguise) look 2

☆ hair ☆ clips (not linking since i literally couldnt get them to come off her LMAO) ☆ *shrug ☆ top ☆ skirt ☆ belt ☆ stocking ☆ shoes ☆

Alien 2 (purple) look 2

✭ hair(outdoor retreat) ✭ clips ✭ necklace ✭ dress ✭ bracelet ✭ garter ✭ shoes ✭

Alien 2 (human disguise) look 2

✭ hair ✭ top ✭ nails ✭ bracelet ✭ skirt ✭ garter ✭ socks ✭ *shoes ✭

if anything is linked wrong lmk! i will also not be taking wcif for any makeup/facial items as I plan to make a separate post for that. i did see yall dms about uploading/sending u the aliens!! i will work on uploading the aliens for dl (+ a few more since my game wont stop generating cunty aliens LMAO) in some time in the near future!!

[crazysublimenightmare]

Incomprehensible - big thief

"I'm afraid of getting older", that's what I learned to say 'Cause society has given me the words to think that way The message spins and spirals, "Don't get saggy, don't get grey" But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too They wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple-blue How can beauty that is living be anything but true? So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair Let me dance in front of people without a care Let me be naked alone with nobody there Or with mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear Incomprehensible Let me be

[cal-flakes]

promt 32 with dealer rafe n bimbo reader

╰┈➤ prompt thirty-two, dealer!rafe

warnings: light swearing, mentions of drugs, fluff.

giggling to herself, she fidgeted with the hem of the oversized t-shirt covering her as she skipped through the living room, a search for her boyfriend ensuing. “rafe?” she called, looking around the empty room, brows furrowed. “yeah baby?” he called back. sighing in relief, she padded eagerly through to the kitchen, her eyes widening at the scene in front of her.

rafe sat at the kitchen island, shirtless, as he crouched over the pile of white resting on the scales, delicately going back and forth between little plastic bags to fill and weigh them. upon her arrival, he slouched back against the chair, a grin on his face as he met her eyes.

“you look nice” he smirked, noting her lack of underwear when she shuffled round to his side, allowing him to cup her behind with a strong hand. “thank you..” she smiled, placing her forehead on his chest. “so, you know how you love me?”

“oh god, what do you want?” he sighed playfully, pulling away to glance at her hopeful eyes for a second, soon returning to the tedious task that littered his kitchen island. she gasped quickly, holding a hand up to her heart jokingly. “who said i wanted something?” y/n frowned, folding her arms over her chest. “do you not want something?” he retorted, blue eyes fixed on the scales in front of him.

“well i-” she started, grimacing at being caught out, but she couldn’t lie to him. “exactly. so, what is it sweetheart?” he asked again, this time more expectant as he swivelled the chair round to stare at her, unintentionally making her knees weak as he did.

“i just wanted to ask if you would come to get some ice cream with me?” she asked sheepishly, giving him her best cheesy grin as she fiddled with her fingers.

sighing, rafe gestures to the mess in front of him. “i’ve got a lot of shit to do, maybe later yeah?” he suggested, waiting for the crocodile tears.

“please?” she begged, now pouting up at him as she bat her lashes, knowingly making him feel a bit guilty. “shit..” he muttered to himself while he looked between her and the small piles on the table. “stop, you know i can’t say no to you, especially when you look like this..” he groaned, cradling his own head as he mentally cursed her for knowing how to get him exactly where she wanted.

“so is that a yes?” she squeaked hopefully. “that’s a yes angel..” he nodded, chuckling as she suddenly scampered back through the kitchen, away to get dressed.

[yandere-sins]

Hello, about your miya twin series, who would be the most dangerous and scary twin to deal with? Who would physically punish their darling if she misbehaved? What would a punishment scenario for both of them be like?

Good questions!

From a mental standpoint, I'd say Atsumu is the scarier twin.

He is somewhat laid-back, which would make you think he really isn't that bad, but in what he does, he is unpredictable. You'd think all he really wants is to hang out with his darling, watch movies, share snacks, cuddle, and fool around, but his mood regularly just... snaps. And suddenly, he is violently horny or in the mood to throw you around like a ragdoll. You learn to see the small signs like him grabbing you a little too tight or his eyes just turning ever so slightly darker as you two have a stare-off. But in the end, you can never be too sure when he either has enough of you or wants you more than ever. Atsumu leaves almost all the bruises on your body, is careless enough that you might break a bone if you resist him, and gives you trauma for days that will make you want to avoid him. But you shouldn't. Never deny him what he wants, or you'll suffer even more.

So Osamu is the more dangerous twin.

Osamu has his rules. His routine and how he wants things to be done. Much like his brother, he's not shy about putting you in your place. Still, while Atsumu is physical, Osamu is much more psychological in his abuse. He'll take your food from you if he feels like you don't appreciate it enough. He'll waterboard you in the bathtub if you dare to lock him out. He decides if you get to sleep on the bed between them or if you earned yourself a cold night on the floor. He gives you medicine. He gets you the essentials you need. If he says no clothes, then none of them will let you wear anything for however long Osamu decides. You might fear Atsumu's outbursts, but unless you are in good graces with Osamu, you fear upsetting him at all times and getting punished out of the blue—and most of the time, it's not even your fault. Osamu also gets mad at Atsumu (more than the other way around), and you are taking the fall for it.

Both of them might reason with the other if it benefits them, but you'll never be able to play them against each other. Unless you crave punishment, that is. However, who is the scarier and who is the more dangerous twin might also change daily. You are never safe ;)

Atsumu's punishments are more that he forces you to do something you don't want to do, like humor him once he gets home. He'll force you into a kiss if you don't come up to him and peck him on the cheek and, likewise, will cage you under him on the couch if you refuse to cuddle and watch a movie with him. He's not above forcing himself on you if you refuse his advances, and he doesn't really take care of you unless you are being extra nice to him. He'll cook if Osamu is out, but only if you tell him sweetly that you're hungry and let him coo over you and rub your belly. And then all he pulls from the cupboards is cup ramen.

Strangely enough, Osamu does the same, just differently and on a bigger scale than Atsumu's. Oh, so you don't want to welcome him? Well, no food for you. It's in the fridge, but if you go and get it, he'll put you through hell. Atsumu kept you from coming to him? Too bad. He's asking you to come and warm yourself up because it's cold, but you ignore him? No warm clothes are for you; look how you'll survive the night. It's bathtime, but you locked yourself into the bath alone? Someone doesn't want the privacy of a door or to be in the bathroom alone ever again.

For both, it's about making your life inconvenient unless you do exactly what they want. Which can be, as mentioned before, difficult because they change their minds like they change underwear. But being affectionate and inviting is always the right thing to do; it just really sucks when they'll eagerly take you up on any of your offers, rarely refusing even if you change your mind fast.

Hope that answered your questions! Thanks for asking!! I love the two of them so much ♥♥♥

[allfryam]

freshman 50 (freshman 15 part 2)

Jake was delusional. He had gained over 15 pounds in the few months he had been at college and he didn’t even know it. He still saw himself as the perfect image of a man. His smooth abs we’re completely gone and he had a bit of a belly covered in a small layer of peach fuzz. Even Ben had noticed jakes weight gain. And he liked it. Ben had a crush on Jake since the moment they became roommates. The perfect brown hair, the ocean blue eyes, and Jake only became hotter as his stomach grew.

Ben realized that Jake was completely oblivious to the fact that he was getting fat. Ben wanted to keep it that way. Whenever Jake would say something about feeling big or eating too much, Ben would shut that idea down by telling Jake how great he looked. He even convinced Jake that the washing machine on campus would shrink his clothes. “Ohhh. That explains why my pants won’t button” Jake would say. Ben would often take jake out for pizza or burgers. Jake would end up eating an entire pizza all by himself because Ben would claim he wasn’t hungry and jake hated wasting food.

by Christmas time, jake had a proper dad bod. His expanding stomach was beginning to hang over his belt and push tight against his biggest shirts. His belly wasn’t the only thing growing either. His ass had gotten significantly larger than before. It would even bounce when he walked. Ben loved it. His thighs had also become thicker. Even his perfect jawline was beginning to fade. When all of his classes stopped for winter break, jake wasn’t getting nearly as much exercise as usual. He would play video games in his underwear and have fast food delivered to his dorm.

jake never told anyone he was gay. He was way too embarrassed to let anyone know. He was even more embarrassed to tell anyone he had a crush on Ben. Ben was so nice to him and he had the perfect body. The dad bod kind of grew on him. One night, jake mustered up the courage to ask Ben out. Ben said yes of course. They would go on dates all the time. Ben would take him to dinner; and jake would devour everything in his sight.

one night, jake decided to step on the scale to make sure he still had his perfect body. 200 pounds. At first, jake was shocked. But he realized the scale must be broken. There was no way he had almost gained 50 pounds in the span of a single semester. He decided to ask ben. “ do I look fat?” “What? No way! You’ve got the perfect body dude”. “But the scale said I was 200 pounds”. “Yikes” ben thought to himself. He knew Jake was getting fat but not THAT fat. “The scale is probably just broken” ben said. “Yeah. You’re right”

holiday treats had a big impact on jakes body. He would go the the store and see fresh treats at the bakery and he couldn’t resist. He would come home with 10 different types of cookies, eggnog, sweet breads, and candies. All of it would be gone by the end of the week. One day he was really hungry and he finished a batch each of gingerbread cookies, chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, peanut butter cookies, brownies, a gallon and a half of eggnog, a loaf of sweet bread, a slice of cake, and a bag full of peppermint m&ms. Not to mention the McDonald’s he had for lunch. Ben didn’t think it was possible to eat that much and survive but here was Jake. Doing it with ease.

when new years came, Jake only had one resolution. Get bigger clothes. None of his clothes fit anymore. Even his baggy sweatpants were skin tight. Bens New Year’s resolution was to make Jake hit 250 pounds without him noticing. This would prove to be a lot easier than Ben thought because little did he know, in December alone, Jake had gained another 35 pounds. Jake was huge. His average dad bod was now a round ball of a stomach. Ben measured it in his sleep one time. 50 inches. Jake had let the peach fuzz on his stomach grow to a nice hairy gut. His ass was also getting to be huge. It would stretch out his pants like crazy and bounced like a wild balloon. His perfect jawline was now replaced by a proper double chin. Jake didn’t even have to look down for it to show. It was always there. Growing. Jakes perfect pecs we’re now large moobs that sat nicely on his large gut. Even Jakes hands were starting to get chubby. They were turning into little greedy sausages. Jakes entire body would move when he walked. He would get out of breath just walking to class. But Ben wasn’t done fattening him up. He had big plans.

[atlas-nsfw]

Olivia and Abris

Ship: Abris x Olivia (f!lamiax f!human) Tags: oral Desc: While exploring a cave, Olivia discovers a lamia's abode. Lucky for her, the lamia in question is very friendly.

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Olivia furrowed her brow, grip tightening on the rock as she pushed herself up with a single back leg. The trip into the new cave she found was leading her through several, shockingly accessible tunnels until now. She had entered a larger chamber where a wall had formed of collapsed stones. At the top, she saw light and smelled fresh air. The assumption was that there was a way out of the cave.

She scaled up the side, peaking her head over the top. She didn’t find the surface, at least not exactly. Beyond the cavern was a chamber that opened at the top, to the sky above. The walls were hollowed out and in the middle of the sinkhole was a large pool of water: a cenote.

Olivia crawled over the edge and stood, looking around in awe at the scene. There was a wet plop, and she swiveled her head, spotting something move in the water. Instinctually, she moved to hide behind a bolder, peaking out.

To her utter shock, a lamia rose from the cenote, her blue scales dripping with water. She was eight, nine feet long? Perhaps more. Dark straight hair streaked down her back, stopping at her waste. Olivia bit her lip, struck by the creature’s beauty.

“I can smell you, human, and your interest,” the lamia flicked her tongue, tasting the air.

“I- I’m sorry,” Olivia stepped out, fear and attraction mingling.

“Don’t be,” the creature gave a fanged smile, cocking her head playfully, “I am plenty interested too and I know you mean no harm. Shall we fulfill both our interests?”

“You mean…”

“I do,” she slithered over to Olivia, looking down at the human. “You’ve been staring at my tongue.”

Olivia gulped but found herself nodding. This was the greatest adventure she could have hoped for.

“I am Abris,” the lamia leaned down, lifting Olivia up and placing her on the boulder. “Your name?”

“Olivia,” she trembled as the serpentess ran hands along her jeans.

“Olivia… I like it. Sounds lovely on the tongue, as I am sure all of you will be.”

Abris no longer wasted time on chit chat, carefully tugging Olivia’s pants down to her ankles. The human’s skin was soft and warm, and the lamia stroked the soft of her inner thighs to soak in the heat. Olivia for her part found the cold fingers thrilling.

Abris hooked her nail on Olivia’s underwear, pushing it out of the way to reveal the lush garden underneath and its sweet-smelling fruit. She licked her lips then lowered her head.

Olivia jumped with a yelp as the tongue slipped right inside, squirming and twisting as it explored the cave. It felt nothing like a human tongue with how it could turn and fold and push deep inside. It coiled, filling her so she moaned, leaning back on the stone. It took nothing for the lamia to push and tease her g-spot, sending Olivia’s back arching and her head spinning. She stared up at the sky as she came on the Lamia’s face.

Abris drank down the slick flow, lapping and rolling against the soft warm walls of Olivia’s flesh. It was as sweet as she imagined and it took all her self-control not to bite. She smiled as she withdrew.

“You must come play with me again.”

[upn-the-sky]

They were left in Sparta (Lysandra and Calliope OOAK, part 2)

What's going on here?

Part 1 - Heads and bodies

You saw me straggled with Kratos!

You saw me wasted with Ares!

What can break me after all armor, weapons and warfare attributes I made!

Only women clothing..

I can embroider, but I absolutely can't sew. My brain is fully against this activity. I nearly fall asleep with a needle in my hand. Maybe it is different, when you use sewing machine, but i don't have one, so I had no choice.

This part will cover my tries to make dresses for Kratos's wife and daughter from the rectangle pieces of fabric, avoiding sewing like a plague.

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Preparation process

Must be said. I didn't even try to follow all cultural rules in reproducing these dresses in real life, because in the first trilogy we have a very fantactic version of Hellada after all. But I looked at concept arts and screenshots for hours deciding, what should I do to not feel myself like a fool.

I've already mentioned that before, but most of the time you just sit and brainstorm how to adapt conception of the clothes you see to the real life.

I want to be canon, but I also want to make my dolls feels right. This is actually just a continuation of my monologue about "searching the right fabrics which fits an ancient warrior". But things became more complicated here. I mean, at least Kratos wears short chiton under his armor. And Lysandra??

Don't fight me about it, I think we all can agree that Lysandra's dress aged not very well.. (Calliope has better situation..). I like the idea that Lysandra's dress made from two separate pieces, but it has very european vibe if said it straightly. I saw a lot of arts here on tumblr, where artists draw her wearing a classic chiton, so that means I am not alone here.

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Lysandra As I said before in the post about Kratos's armor, making dolls of ancient people with ascetic culture bans me from using fabrics which feels too modern. Both blue and white fabrics should have right and different! texture comparing to each other (underwear shouldn't be too rough), right thickness (for the natural folds at 1/6 scale), right color (close to something "basic").

Good points! - I thought and started to make sandals, because it is easier and needs only leather and threads.

Okay, it was fast.. Returning to the fabrics...

For the white dress I found very very thin cotton cambric with a slight crush effect. After cutting a rectangular piece (I know it is not a right way, but I can live with it), I cut a hole for the neck and hemmed the edges of the collar.

For the blue dress I found and chose bright blue cotton gauze. Pattern is almost the same. Rectangular piece with a neck hole and front slit at hem.

First try with 90° angled hem "tails". (I ruined collar, wap wap wap..)

Second try with with more longer 60° angled hem "tails". And simple embroidery over the chest, which I made in between of cursing.

After that I drew claws-like patterns and other lines with the silver acrilic paint.

For the finish touches we need a hairband. And I'll say straightly.

There is absolutely no apportunity to make it the same as in the game. I tested silk ribbons and many variants of thin fabric, but it just doesn't lay right over the forehead and hair and looks very awkward and heavy. That's the problems you face when you try to recreate 3d models in reality..

Soooooo I made a little non-cannon variant of this hairband using blue threads, which turned out pretty good I think. I was not able to drew pattern on it (I tried and ruined the first try), but for the more fancy look I added a small dropping tassels behind her ears (uwu).

Other uwu-touches that nobody asked is her juwelry. Her significant golden pendant, Kratos's gift, which I don't like in the game, but like it in real life. Made from the things for the nail design. And a silver omega ring from GOW Ascension, which is not canon for GOW1, but I found perfect little blue marbles!!

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Calliope

Let I just make a scream and you believe me that I went absolutely insane with her tiny dresses.

You need to find blue fabric, but not the same blue (warm torquoise?) and much more thinner. Because Calliope's doll body is very tiny and fabric still should make folds more or less naturally. Okay, you found a nice thin cotton with embroidery. It has right thickness and feelings, but it is not blue enough and you are already too insane to search for more. But not too much! because you deside to tone fabric by yourself.

NO. It can't be too much efforts for the little Calliope.

White cotton cambric as an underneath dress and a two-pieced dress from above. Long enough to hide her tiny bare feet (uwu).

Oh, and a hairband. __________________________ And that's all I guess. My main purpose during making these two was 'separating' them. Because in GOW1 they are not really a characters. They are 'wife and child', one entity Kratos lost. They even have the same blue color pallete like clones.

I am happy that they turned out similar in some ways, but at the same time pretty different.

Calliope in process really received vibes of her father as I wish. She is a little strange girl and likeness to her father makes her face looks a bit awkward. But her light aquatic color and stripes feels very cheerful and playful. Same as Calliope herself.

Lysandra's blue color is more haunting, bright and strong. Has more complicated hue. Straight silhouette, lack of decor and rough texture complicates her. She is a spartan like her husband. Very disciplined, knows her role, but not so rigid as Kratos. And same as him deeply worried about people she loves.

If you think this the end of this chapter of my doll customizing, you are wrong! We will have a bonus level with other canon stuff which Kratos needs AND more family photos! Thank you for your support in comments and PM Stay tuned! seeeee ya

[thehypnone]

In the Rain of Summerland

WC: 3,4K

Relationship: Rain/Dewdrop

Tags: Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Water!Dew, Transmasc Dew, Vaginal Sex, Possesiveness, Lake Sex, Marking, Biting, Mild Blood, Tentacle Dick, Gill Play, Cunnilingus, Choking, Creampie, Kissing in the Rain, Love Confessions

Rain couldn’t bear it anymore, the innocent yet hungry looks Dewdrop was throwing his way, when he thought he wasn’t looking. That was an issue on its own. Rain was always looking.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Rain knew perfectly well a storm was coming.

Dewdrop didn’t, weather wasn’t his area of expertise. Rain decided to… use that.

He couldn’t bear it anymore, the innocent yet hungry looks Dewdrop was throwing his way, when he thought Rain wasn’t looking. That was an issue on its own.

Rain was always looking.

Dewdrop was the most beautiful little creature the Pit ever dared to spit out, the younger water ghoul was gone, deep in love the moment his eyes landed on him. On his long, silvery blue hair, obsidian-like twisted horns, deep navy blue eyes that shined with raw power, called for him. There was no way Rain could stop himself from following that call.

He was scared. Scared that he was too obsessed, that he’d lose all control the moment Dewdrop let him in, that he was imagining things, that all Dewdrop was feeling for him was the simple feeling all members of their pack shared. Or worse, that he didn’t like Rain at all.

But Rain wasn’t a coward, or a quitter.

No, he’d take rejection if that was his fate, but he would never forgive himself for not trying.

That’s why that day, when the storm was coming, he had plans.

“Dew?” he knocked at the ghoul’s door, anxiously waiting for it to open. Rain’s face lit up, warmth blooming in his chest, when he was met with Dewdrop’s face. His hair was all tangled up, loose strands wrapped around his horns, but his eyes were bright, there wasn’t any sleepy fogginess in them. Rain didn’t wake him up, then.

“Hi,” he mumbled, lips curling up into a lazy smile.

“Hi,” Rain giggled, daring to lift his hand above Dewdrop’s hand, silently asking for permission to untangle the hair from his horns. The smaller ghoul nodded, smile growing, and Rain couldn’t help but grin himself. “Any plans for today, Droplet?”

“No,” Dewdrop hummed, visibly fighting the need to start purring, to let his eyes slip shut and his shoulders slump at the soft attention Rain was showering him in.

“Good. I’m kidnapping you, then.” Dewdrop gasped dramatically, hand landing over his heart just a bit too slowly. “Meet me by the lake after breakfast, okay?”

“That’s not kidnapping,” Dewdrop grumbled, “and I already had breakfast.”

“Oh,” Rain’s kind smile turned into a smirk, “is that so?”

“Mhm…”

“In that case–” Before Dewdrop had a chance to realize what was happening, Rain had already hoisted him up and thrown over his shoulder. The smaller water ghoul huffed, feigning annoyance, before inevitably relaxing into the other’s hold and starting up a quiet purr. Before long the echoing sound of Rain’s steps on the Abbey’s tile turned to nearly silent padding on wet grass.

They—well, technically just Rain—walked in comfortable silence, up until the very shore of the lake. Dewdrop was set down only to strip his clothes, minus underwear. Rain couldn’t drag his eyes away from him, chest filling up with more and more adoration for the little ghoul with his every move, every revealed inch of skin.

Rain undressed too, not noticing how Dewdrop took his turn in staring at the other in awe, and they both jumped into the water. They gave each other a moment to unglamour in the comfort of their beloved element.

As their eyes adjusted to the slightly murky water and fell on the other one, they both gasped, bubbles escaping their gills. They saw each other’s aquatic forms numerous times, and yet that beauty never failed to stun them.

Rain’s form kept the dark blues and violets of his partially glamoured body. Iridescent scales, delicate fins, waves of void-colored hair, glowing eyes and luminous markings over his spruce blue skin made the water ghoul a creature of myths, a work of art ripped out of a painting to add grace into the ugly real world. If you asked Dewdrop, that is. Rain knew he was pretty, yes, but Dewdrop saw so much more.

For Rain, Dewdrop was not only so much more. He was everything. Where Rain was a mere deep sea creature, Dewdrop was a siren luring in humans and ghouls alike with his beauty.

His aquatic form was as bright as his demeanor, bright reds and oranges mixing with silver and deep blue, just like Rain’s. He liked to think of this similarity as a prophecy, a sign from Lucifer himself that they were meant to be, that even before Dewdrop let Rain in, they were already carrying pieces of the other with themselves. 

Grinning at each other they swam up. At least that’s what Rain thought was the plan, but when he broke the surface, Dewdrop was nowhere to be seen. He looked around, unconsciously letting a longing chirp escape his mouth.

Suddenly, the water rippled and Dewdrop jumped out of it, his scales and hair reflecting the bright sun, making him glow in a way that caused Rain’s jaw to quite literally drop. The smaller ghoul disappeared under the water with a splash again, as Rain continued to stare dumbly at the disturbed surface of the lake where Dewdrop had fallen back. He was so in love.

Once he shook himself out of the trance he was put in, the ghoul dived under himself, looking around for his beautiful siren. His. He needed Dewdrop to agree to be his. He needed him.

Rain couldn’t see him anywhere, though. The lake was big and deep, full of plants, rocks and caves, but he didn’t think Dewdrop would hide from him. Did he hide? Why, what did Rain–

“Will you meet me there,” a voice rang out. One of an angel, as Rain heard it. It clung to every single drop of water surrounding him, it wrapped around him like vines and pulled, “underneath the pallid city lights?”

Rain was swimming before he realized he moved, following the voice that came from everywhere around.

“In the rain of Summerland,” he swam lower, closer to the bottom of the lake, where sand was bright and soft, “over the ashes…”

He knew Dewdrop was close, probably even closer than he thought, but he didn’t see him. Couldn’t see him, anywhere. Rain started to get anxious. Maybe he was no more than a plaything for Dew, like countless others? Just another fool bewitched by him. Ready to fulfill all his wishes until Dewdrop would get bored of him and send him away, maybe kill, maybe eat, to then go look for his next prey.

“Our memories,” this time it wasn’t all around, it was just in Rain’s ear, “in open hands.”

Cold, webbed hands landed on his hips, making him let out a gasp, his gills flaring. They slid to Rain’s front, caressing his stomach, catching on his scales, then moving up to his chest, brushing against his pebbled nipples. The bigger ghoul sank a bit lower as he sagged into Dewdrop's soft touch, eyes slipping closed, “Dew, baby…”

“Mhm…” Dewdrop purred, nuzzling his neck, “I’ve got you, Rainy, relax.”

Dewdrop swam around him, gluing his chest to the other ghoul’s. Rain dared to open his eyes, finding the navy blue orbs already staring at him. Into him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Dewdrop giggled, mirroring their earlier interaction and Rain could feel his cheeks go warm even in the cold depth of the lake. They kept staring at each other, faces inches apart, not daring to blink, to waste even a fraction of a second. Dewdrop glanced down at Rain’s lips just once, and Rain had never had so much hope in him as in this moment. He was ready to burst with it.

“Dew…” he whispered, a silent question, a plea, his own eyes now pinned to the smaller ghoul’s mouth.

“Please,” Dewdrop breathed out into the water and Rain didn’t need any further encouragement. His fingers tangled in Dewdrop’s hair, as much as the webbing between them would allow, and he crashed their lips with a bruising force.

The moment they touched something inside Rain snapped, like a rope that was slowly being pulled over a candle. He kissed to devour, wrapping his arms all around Dewdrop and holding him tight, so he’d never leave. The smaller ghoul kissed him with equal amount of need, but no possessiveness. He was the one who wanted to be claimed, owned.

“R- Rain,” Dewdrop sputtered, trying to pull away. Rain froze, suddenly terrified of all his actions from the past few moments. He knew he was too obsessed, he was crazy, he never should’ve–

“I– I’m sorry, I–” it was Rain’s turn to move back. He was surprised to be stopped by Dew’s tail wrapped around his middle. When did that happen?

“I was about to say,” he pulled him back in, “that I want you… to make me yours.”

 Rain choked on a moan, feeling his cock—tentacle, technically, in this form—kick where it was still trapped in his boxers, “Dew– wh– what, are you… do you mean it? I need you to mean it, I need you to be–”

“Shush,” Dewdrop placed a finger on his lips, “I mean it, Rain.”

“N– no, Dew, you don’t– you don’t understand, I– I’m going to lose it,” Rain started rambling at this point, terrified of the possibility of scaring Dewdrop, of hurting him. “I’m- I’m a beast, I’ll go fucking feral, it’s– it’s my kind’s thing, I just– I don’t want to hurt you, ruin wh–”

“Rain,” Dewdrop interrupted him, voice stern, “I know what you are, I know you. I’m not afraid. I could never be afraid of you, I trust you and I want you. Mark me up, spill my blood, but please don't make me wait any longer.”

The bigger ghoul stared at him with his mouth agape. He wanted it, too, all of that, Satan knows how much, but Dewdrop was so… he was so beautiful, small, delicate. Rain would never forgive himself if he’d really harm him, even if realistically he was well aware it was just how Dewdrop looked. He wasn’t a kit or a porcelain doll, he was a centuries old, powerful water ghoul. And he asked Rain to make him his.

At the end of the day… who was Rain to decline such an offer?

He brought his hand to Dewdrop’s face, cupping his cheek with all the gentleness in the entire world. Rain was holding the entire world, or at the very least his entire world.

“I trust you,” Dewdrop said again and this time Rain truly snapped. He cradled Dewdrop’s head and all but slammed their faces together licking into the smaller ghoul’s mouth as he let him in. He finally let him in. Rain could cry. He just might.

Dewdrop moaned into the kiss, digging his claws into Rain’s shoulders as he let himself be taken, basically a deadweight held up in his arms, helped by their water.

Rain trailed his lips down, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his way. If they wouldn't be in the lake, there would surely be a trail of spit running down Dewdrop’s face. The bigger ghoul didn’t stop when he got to the set of slits on the other’s neck, adorned with soft purplish-orange fins. He kissed them reverently before sucking the delicate flesh into his mouth, pulling a beautiful whimper from Dewdrop.

After dragging the tip of his tongue along the opening of Dewdrop’s gills Rain continued on downwards, pausing at the subtle swell of his chest. He did the same to his pierced nipples as he did to his neck, gently biting, sucking and teasing with his tongue.

“Rain…” Dewdrop cried out. Rain moaned himself as that beautiful voice that lured him in like a sailor earlier was now singing just for him.

He moved further down, big hands gripping slim hips, kissing and licking down Dewdrop’s body, nipping at his belly, until he got to the waistband of his underwear. After glancing up to make sure the ghoul didn’t change his mind and seeing nothing but lust on his face, Rain peeled the boxers off and nuzzled his cheek against the soft curls he was met up with. His nose finally reached the very source of the sweetest, most alluring scent. Slightly musky, salty caramel overwhelmed his senses and there was nothing apart from Dewdrop, not even Lucifer himself, that could force him away now.

Rain wrapped his arms around those slender thighs and dived in, Dewdrop’s hands flying to grab at his horns, pull on his hair, as the other’s tongue slid against his aching cunt, licking in between his folds.

“Oh, fuck, oh–” was all Dewdrop could spit out as Rain expertly brought him to a brink in mere seconds. He dipped his tongue into him while nosing at his clit and the smaller ghoul could do nothing to stop the orgasm that was rushing at him like a freight train.

And like a freight train it hit him, legs clenching around Rain’s shoulder, hand tightening on his horns, as he came. The bigger ghoul smirked against his cunt, drinking up everything Dewdrop spilled before it could mix with the water all around them. He’d never waste such a gift.

One more wrecked moan escaped Dewdrop’s lips when Rain glanced up, hungry eyes staring up at him from where he was, quite literally, swimming in between his thighs. With a force that made Rain whimper, Dewdrop hauled him up, kissing him in a way that would steal all the air from both their lungs if not for their gills.

“Dew, shit–”

“Fuck me, Rain, please,” he whined, clawing at Rain’s hips where he still had his underwear on. It did nothing to hide how painfully hard he was, but it was a barrier nonetheless. He nodded and Dewdrop didn’t waste any more second before shredding the fabric and letting the scraps float away.

Dewdrop gasped when he finally saw what was hidden from him, eyes sparkling at the beautiful thing he just couldn’t wait to get down his throat. Not now, though. 

Now—or yesterday, really—he needed it deep inside his dripping pussy, filling him up.

His eyes returned to Rain’s face, finding his lips curved into a smirk, eyebrow raised, “Like what you see?”

“Shut up and get it in me,” Dewdrop spat, no real venom in his words. Just pure desperation that made Rain shake with need, too. There’s no way he’d last any more than Dewdrop did.

Rain grabbed Dewdrop’s leg and hooked his thigh over his hip, letting the tip of his cock nudge against the smaller ghoul cunt, “Don’t… fuck, don’t tease.”

“Never,” Rain murmured and snapped his hips, sheathing himself in this blissfully wet warmth in one move. They moaned in unison, shivers going through both of them. Rain had to take a moment, he was dangerously close to bursting just from that unholy feeling enveloping him.

“Rain, I don’t care,” Dewdrop mewled, apparently guessing Rain’s thoughts. “Blow right away, I don’t care, just move.”

With a groan he wrapped his arms all around Dewdrop, holding on for dear life, and hid his face in the crook of his neck as he started thrusting, slow, but hard. There was barely any space between them, but Rain’s every move was making his dick hit that sweet spot inside the other ghoul with deadly precision. They’d both fall apart in just minutes.

Dewdrop felt Rain getting desperate in seconds, though, the hands groping him tensing, the mouth on his shoulder opening and closing as if he wanted to ask for something but lacked the courage.

The smaller ghoul uncurled his own arms from around Rain and grabbed his face, pulling him up for a deep, desperate kiss again, one they both moaned into.

“Dewdrop, Dew, please, choke me, please,” Rain begged when they pulled away. He tilted his head backwards, baring his neck. Ready for Dewdrop to either spill his blood or let him spill inside his body.

Dewdrop obliged, wrapping his fingers around Rain’s neck and after just a second of doubt he squeezed.

“Fuck.” Rain was absolutely wrecked, seconds away from bursting, and Dewdrop knew just exactly how to tip them both over the edge.

He cradled the back of Rain’s head with his other hand and brought it back to his, covered in bruises already, neck, “Bite me, Rain. Mark me, so everyone knows who I belong to.”

His mouth opened in a whine when Dewdrop’s fingers dipped into his gills, curling downwards to make Rain truly shake, cock throbbing.

“Go on,” he encouraged one more time, and with last snap of his hips Rain bit down, warm blood filling his mouth as Dewdrop’s cunt was filled with his cum, the smaller ghoul’s own release running down their thighs.

They both thought they passed out a little bit, high on oxytocin, dopamine and each other. Rain didn’t pull away from Dewdrop’s neck, carefully lapping up at the bite. The other gently slipped his fingers out of Rain’s gills, moving that hand to his hair and scratching at his scalp soothingly.

After a while Rain came back down and got brave enough to face Dewdrop again. He was so afraid of seeing resentment on that beautiful face. Or worse… fear. Fear of him.

There was no such thing when he dared to lift his head. Dewdrop’s expression all but radiated happiness and adoration for Rain.

“Are you okay?” Dewdrop asked. He nodded.

“Are you?” the bigger ghoul muttered and he could swear Lucifer grabbed his heart and squeezed when Dewdrop smiled at him with a nod. There was no saving Rain now, he was beyond damned.

“Ready to go up?” He gave yet another nod before starting to reluctantly pull himself away and out of Dewdrop, missing the clutch of his body already. Rain couldn’t help but look down between the smaller ghoul’s legs to see the water around become slightly milky when his own spend started to leak out of him. It was so fucking hot, Rain could barely contain himself from dipping down again and eating it all out of Dewdrop. Maybe later, back in his—would it be their now?—bed, Dewdrop would let him check if anything was left.

Holding hands, they swam closer to the shore, and up to the surface. Dewdrop didn’t notice Rain’s suspicious grin, a bit of blood still on his fangs, taking it for a sign of unfiltered happiness, just like the one splitting his own face. It certainly was, the smaller ghoul just hadn’t known everything yet.

They broke the surface and as Dewdrop started shaking his head with his eyes closed, not unlike a wet dog, Rain pulled him close again, “Hey, Droplet.”

Dewdrop chirped and paused, eyes opening to find the other ghoul already staring down at him with a bright smile. Now that he could see and feel, without the distraction of wet hair splattering all over, he realized it was raining. Not only raining, they got caught up in a full storm, with growls of thunder sounding in the distance. It was far away enough that they were still safe in the lake, and it was perfect. 

“Rainy–”

“It is,” Rain cut him off with a giggle. Dewdrop followed, hot blush creeping up his cheeks. He looked down, fidgeting with his hands, that got awkwardly trapped between their bodies. The bigger ghoul chuckled again as he noticed. He pulled Dewdrop’s hand apart, dragging them to hang around his neck, his own landing around Dewdrop’s waist as their finned tails and webbed feet kept them afloat. 

“Rainy?” Dewdrop tried again.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” he said simply, lips curving into the biggest smile Rain has ever seen. He wished he could reply in a similar fashion, but words left him, sailing away with the tears of happiness that suddenly started running down his face. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Dewdrop’s again. Only this time, there was no teeth, no fire, no taking.

There was pure feeling, love. It was a kiss that said more than any words in any language could ever express. It was a promise and a plea.

“I love you, too,” Rain said after a long moment, when their tears had long mixed on their cheeks with the rain still pouring down on them, when their harmonized heartbeats were as loud as the thunder still rumbling far-off.

[sehtoast]

Tender Threads CH3 (Homelander x OC)

chapter three: initiation

chapter directory | slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, spidersona as original character, original trans male character, smut, sublander

summary: time to make it official. speeches, crowds, and vought's guard dog watching his every move. better not mess up, bug boy.

Word was out by fault of a leak.  Before the official announcement by Vought, news outlets had plastered Spidey over every flat surface and digital medium possible.  It wasn’t the first time Ben had made international news, but it was the first time it was to a scale like this.  He’s been a hot subject since becoming one of the only ‘rogue’ supes to not choose outright crime, though vigilantism was still technically illegal.   But he had droves of public support and pretty much always has.

Spider-Man had been gasoline added to the fire in the debate of unlicensed heroes.  He wasn’t the first, but he was certainly one of the more popular ones– though Ben could never fathom why.  Within three years of first donning the mask, he found himself trending on social media on a nearly regular basis for reasons both good and bad.

Spidey Doesn’t Kill.  Spider-Man Saves Victims Before The Seven.

Debates on his morals or potential lack thereof.

He’s not getting paid for it, obviously he’s doing it because he’s a good guy. 

What if he’s just some sick freak that wants an excuse to beat up on people?  

It was… a lot.

But it’s never been anything like this.  At least the outrage of the handful of exceptionally vocal few was satisfying.  Especially that weird guy that runs The Bugle.

Ben was given a script for his formal introduction.  Vought was going all out.  A stage, cameras, a massive crowd…

It was fucking scary.

He’d met Stillwell a week prior.  Just do it the way Homelander does, she’d said to him.  As if it were that easy.  As if his entire life wasn’t just upended by both the world’s most powerful supe and conglomerate.

So here he stands, just a few blocks away from the stage in Central Park.  Waiting for his little queue.

He can hear her over the loudspeaker.  Insincerity and public posturing dripping from her voice like venom.

Ben hates these types.  He’s dealt with them a lot in his job– well, old job– and something about her was so… wrong.  The way she smiled at him when he lifted the pen from his contract, name forever etched, soul forever sold.  Maybe it was how soothing she tries to be.  Soft voice, gentle eyes, even though behind it all is just another soulless little–

“I am so thrilled to present to you,” she says, voice bouncing off buildings and into Benjamin’s ears.

His queue to jump, to dive low and arc high.

“The newest member of The Seven–”

Go, go, go!   Drag line– zip– push off the wall– dive, momentum, go for the spectacle!  Razzle dazzle ‘em, Ben! C’mon, Stillwell! Say it!  Say the fucking line!

“The Amazing Spider-Man!”

Just as the words fly off her tongue, Ben comes into full view of the crowd.  Cheers erupt like deafening thunder, seemingly drowning out the city.  He peers down as gravity corrects his display of performative agility, sending him on a dive toward the stage.

A zipline to the rafters is all he needs to stick the landing, a quick handstand to add that pizzazz that was demanded from him, and a web from which to dangle upside down as he waved like the good little performer he was.

It wasn’t without its own beauty.  Even upside down those signs were clear as day.

We Love You Spidey! 

You Saved Us!

NY ♥️s Spidey!

The cheers, the kids in shifty little homemade costumes, his signature hand gesture that releases his webbing being held high by thousands...

Even in the air, he couldn’t see the end of the crowd.

But there’s no time for his brain to blue-screen like this, especially not when Stillwell all but grabs him and directs him to the podium.

Oh fuck, public speaking.  Christ, Ben thinks to himself, okay, imagine them all in their underwear…

The roar of the crowd silences in mere seconds as they wait for him to speak.

Thank god for the mask.  And the podium… fuck, are my legs shaking?

“Hi, everyone.” Ben begins, clearing his throat awkwardly.  He had a lot to nail here.  Poise, confidence, and whatever else was gonna help make supes look competent enough to belong in that defense bill.  Yeah, Stillwell made sure he knew not to fuck up their future as Lockheed Martin’s biggest competitor.

One step out of line could be catastrophic.

“I just… I wanna start by thanking everyone, y’know?  Everyone here, out there, friends, family… the whole shebang.”  He starts, letting the thunderous applause run its course before moving on.  “But most importantly, I want to thank Vought for giving me this chance–”

Gag, gag, gag!  This is horrible!  Ben thinks to himself as he runs his script.  Part way through some babble about small beginnings, he notices a flash of red and white behind the proscenium wall of the stage.

Homelander’s here?

“I’m just so incredibly grateful to be standing here today, y’know?  I hope I make you folks proud.  Thank you,”  oh christ, here we go with the raw corporate vomit, “and god bless America!”

Blegh.

Ben takes the slightest step away from the podium, and it’s like a jet engine firing up right in the middle of the park.  Screams and cheers, applause and all sorts of noise making doohickeys.  Beside him, Stillwell ceases her own claps to gently guide him from the podium.  Then, the noise explodes.

Whatever fanfare was for Spidey becomes infinitely louder when those colors sway out from behind the wall.

“Oh, no!  Hey, you guys!”  Homelander shouts to the masses, his smile wide and happy as he makes his way to the microphone.  He claps a hand against Ben’s shoulder and pulls him back to the podium to stand with him.  “C’mon, let’s hear it for Spider-Man, eh?”

Homelander leans in as the deafening uproar picks back up.  “Bet’cha don’t get that as a vigilante, huh?”

Then, as the noise dies down, Homelander begins his own performance.

“I, for one, am incredibly glad to have this fella join our team. It’s unfortunate that Translucent was injured so badly by an unknown enemy during his last mission, and I swear to God that we’ll find whoever is responsible and bring them to justice!” Homelander pauses. “But, I know that Spidey here will bring his own incredible qualities to our team, and I very much look forward to working with him, and the rest of The Seven, to keep our country, and world, safe!”

Perfectly impassioned.  Voice strong, tone bold but somber for his incapacitated friend.  Humble and domineering, but worthy of adoration.

He’s one hell of a spectacle up close.

Homelander’s arm slings around Ben’s shoulders, indicating that he, too, should wave to the masses.  He was showing the world how friendly they are with one another despite the real deal behind the scenes.  Despite what he’d said and done to the bug.

Benjamin wasn’t going on a patrol tonight.  No, no… after today, all he wants to do is curl up and hibernate.  Maybe it was all of the dread and anxiety for his big reveal day that had weighed him down, but he felt so heavy.  There was no way he’d be able to resist a nap on a rooftop at this rate.

Besides, this was probably one of the last times he’d ever sleep a full night here.  Well, most of a full night, given his sixth sense’s tendency to rouse him at odd intervals.  

Vought was moving him in.  Sure he could keep the apartment, but what was the point?  All of his things were going to be transferred by Vought’s moving services, so all he really had to do was pack everything up even though he technically didn't actually have to– the moving team would handle everything.  Not that there was much he could have in a studio apartment, but…

He’d gotten as far as boxing up his clothes, but everything else was still as is.

Instead of doing more, though, he just grabs that same guitar whose strings Homelander nearly broke, lays back, and picks a melody until drowsiness turns to pure exhaustion.

Unaware of the eyes watching him through the walls.

The boy was… a curious thing.  Obligation had turned to fascination, fascination became fixation, and fixation became obsession a little too quickly for his liking.  But that didn’t stop Homelander from continuing with his observations.  

It never does.

He was almost grateful that killing the bug was off the table completely.  Had he done so in that alley, he wouldn’t be here now, being practically serenaded– well, all except for some singing that Benjamin has yet to unknowingly perform for him.  Everything he’d seen over the last few weeks had driven him insane.  

Why in the hell would such an extraordinary supe choose this?   The mundane, the boring, the simple.

The mud.

He could have been so much more so long ago!  And Vought?  Vought waited this long to pursue and sign him?  What a fucking joke!  Homelander would’ve taken him over Starlight in a second had they pitched him earlier.  He supposes, though, that it was because they had been taking formal auditions back then…

But what a specimen this Benjamin was turning out to be.  So bold, yet so timid.  So happy and sad all at once.  Human, yet impeccably super.  And so very fun to watch live his boring little life.  Homelander will almost miss watching the web-head scramble to make it to work on time, swinging around the city in his cheap dress shirt, spider suit stuffed in a backpack, and then doing that stupid job as a… oh, what was it..?  Some kind of tech bullshit, whatever it was.  

Suffice it to say, it’ll be magnificent with the bug living in the same building soon.  Easier to observe that way.

[lttleghost]

since I'm taking about a million years to actually getting around to actually posing her and making a lil fashion page, here's all the outfits I've made for my Jesse model so far!!

I need to re-do the "trans butches rule the world" outfit, I made it WAYY before I understood how cloth physics worked (and before I got an add-on that fixed blenders problem with simulating at real world scale) or how to efficiently make details like stitching follow the cloth sim so everything is merged all weird (also I just realized she's missing the subtle bit of makeup I like to put on her there? like I purposefully left it out for the loungewear and underwear outfits but it feels like it should be there for that outfit)

also for the outfit with the grey sweatpants and grey jacket I wanna change her shirt cause I feel like I have a bit too much skeleton and skull stuff here... even tho she sure does wear a lot of things with skulls and stuff on them - anyway also I want to change the base colour of the shirt to something other than black for variety reasons as well

oh and then here is an outfit I'm still working on!!

I need to add a chain that the skirt has (I'm basing it off of one I own) which means figuring out rigid body collisions which I... have not ever done yet. I also need to give her shoes, I'm thinking boots that are almost knee height, but all of the bases I have for shoes have ridiculously thick and tall soles that I've had trouble editing into something that I want but... I really do not want to model shoes from scratch

oh! both the weed girl shirt and the blue ribcage shirt were things I based on real clothes that I've seen on here! and then the "trans butches rule the world" shirt was one designed in a commission I got!

[aidenlydia]

Just when I thought I'm too depressed to draw anything ever again the wives bless me with inspiration

Video description: Two panel comic. Part one: Tiefling Pyra sits on her bed in a seductive pose, wearing only a dark green tank top and underwear. She's leaning forward with a smile and says "Come here, bae, come sit next to me. Come and take your drawers off." She has light olive green skin with yellow ish vitiligo, completely black eyes, white hair, white dot face tattoos and a white leg prosthetic, brown horns, ear piercings and a nose ring. Part two: Pyra looks over at Yahir, her dragonborn wife, sitting awkwardly at a distance, hands folded in her lap and a blue blush on her cheeks. Pyra says "Damn, you on the edge of the bed! You about to fall off!" Yahir has dark grey skin, black scales and white eyes. She's wearing a golden metal brassiere top in the form of a snake with olive green fabric and soft muted dark green pants with a golden waistband. The audio is from the song "Hunch Punch" by Se'Kret.

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

A Reunion to Remember (John Price x Nikolai x Reader)

Summary: It's a special day, not that John realises as he walks right into a set-up of his lovers’ making.

AN: This is part of @bunnyreaper's Valentine's Day Fic Swap for @bookobsessedram <3 I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Content warnings: Allusions to sex (18+ only, minors DNI), reader wears some lacy underwear (not specified), pronouns not used but John calls the reader "sweet girl".

Masterlist

It was once in a moon as crystal blue as his eyes that Captain John Price got the opportunity to collect on intel and deals for himself. After a month of Sundays was when he felt up to it. Usually there were officers undercover, various rats, CIA operatives who could handle that kind of thing – Kate having her own networks of underlings to seek out the truth.

Yet today John made sure that he was the person going to gather this and Kate allowed it. Both of these actions were made with the same reason in mind: it required an interaction with Nikolai. Neither John nor Kate told the brass that, of course. Fed into their paperwork was something about maintaining relationships with allies in important places across the world.

Three train rides, a red-eye flight and a hired car brought John to exactly where he wanted to be: a familiar hanger with an apartment built along the side, fit for the purpose of his visit, overcast clouds hiding their illicit rendezvous from the glare of the sun.

Nikolai spotted John before John spotted him, scaling down the plane and sauntering out the hanger. The two men engaged in a light jog. Delight burrowing in their cheeks and chests, they clapped hands, hugged, and – with the absence of the task force to observe – shared a whiskery kiss, engine oil mixing with cigar smoke in a bitter reunion.

“Glad to see you, Captain.”

“Been too long, Nik.”

“Good thing I coaxed you over, impeccable timing too.” Though his brow creased in curiosity, Price didn’t question – for now – what his boyfriend meant by that whilst following his lead back into the hanger. He spoke briefly about the state of his journey before Nikolai’s gloved hand grasped John’s jaw.

“Do you know what day it is?”

“Fourteenth, why?”

“Anything springing to mind? Anything important?”

After a moment’s consideration, John shook his head slightly with a suspicious squint. Cocking his head over one shoulder, Nikolai let out a two note laugh and whistled sharply through his teeth.

Your arms popped out first through the open canopy, shortly followed by your head as you crowed, “Surprise!”

John’s hearty hoot echoed around the hanger as he removed his hat to clutch to his chest while catching his breath – the one that you took away from him every time he saw you. These occasions had grown more scarce nowadays. If two of your throuple meeting up was like finding a four leaf clover, then all three of you coming together was an entire landscape of the bastards.

Trying to work out what you being with them had to do with the date and felt a fleeting flash of fear at the impossibility of it being your anniversary. It wasn’t. So, while he watched you clamber down the steps with Nikolai holding your hand, John wracked his brain for the connection.

“You are a sight for sore eyes,” John approached the foot of the steps.  

Rolling your eyes, you pointed semi-accusingly at him, “You, Jonathan Price, are a difficult man to get a meeting with.”

“Kate knew?”

Nik kicked over a footstool, “She knows everything; I thought you understood that.”

“Enough about work.” You dragged the stool over with the tip of your foot, stepped up on it, grabbed John by the straps of his vest and tugged him to your level for a long-awaited kiss.

Sandwiched between the barrel chests of your two lovers was your new reality. Some idealist cell in your brain sparked in hope that it could be your permanent home with John on your lips and Nik on your neck – right where a crick was just emerging.

Forced to pull away, you stretched out the muscle on your neck, “Fuckin’ hell, I’ve been folded in that cockpit for half an hour waiting for you to show up.”

“Good thing today’s all about treating you,” Nik squeezed your shoulder and you prayed this was a precursor to a full back rub. Your Nik was very talented with his hands like that.

You cupped his cheek, swaying on the spot as he moved down to hold onto your hips, “Too right.”

Simultaneous to your affection exchange, John was frowning again. The date, the expectation of the day, the apparent arrangement that had gotten him and his two partners in the same place…

His eyebrows relaxed and his face cleared.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” He said quietly.

Locking onto John’s confounded expression – a rarity that you relished - you ribbed, “You’re just now getting that?”

John coughed a laugh out to cover his embarrassment, “I’m out of practice.”

Your eyes flashed in amusement and the recollection of rumours of Price being a bit of a bunny in his rookie days – rumours that probably had no foundation. Your source had been Soap while he’d been stirring for the circumstances of your relationship to his Captain.

“We’ll be sure to warm you up a bit first then,” You promised as you led John like a pleasant smell wafting from a kitchen, into Nikolai’s private apartment.

Familiar décor welcomed you in, plus the smell of candles that Nikolai was lighting. Apparently he was going all out with the classic stuff. John found himself not turning up his nose at them, nor at the idea of potentially being fed chocolate like in an advert he’d seen on plastered on the train. Once he’d locked the door behind him, John found himself faced with an outstretched rose from Nikolai. You were already beaming behind your own flower.

“Nik,” Price’s cheeks were determined to show him up, shifting in shade to match the roses. His eyes rolled but were clearly contradicted by his grin and how he was unable to hide it.

“What?” Nikolai replied innocently, “I can’t get my partners flowers on the most romantic day of the year?”

“But I didn’t get either of you anything.”

Rose tucked in the crook of your elbow, your thick jacket protecting you from the thorns, you took off John’s hat, tossing it off onto Nikolai’s desk. It clashed into the pencil pot and covered up the photograph taken of your throuple the last instance you’d been together (post-helicopter ride across Belarus). You didn’t acknowledge it, choosing instead to run your fingers through John’s cool cropped hair.

“You didn’t even know it was Valentine’s Day; no shit you got us nothing,” You ribbed before getting serious, “John, we’re just glad you’re here with us.”

His nose nudged down into the petals of his rose, and you scratched the back of his neck where his hair stubbled. Like a cat, he hummed in encouragement.

“I’ll make it up to you anyhow,” He whispered, “Sweet girl.”

“Yeah, there’s always next year,” You gave a playful little tug before releasing him. As if he didn’t know that there was nothing to forgive and you meant every word: you just wanted to be near him.

 Nikolai swooped in to peck John on the lips. A peck turned into a more intoxicating kiss, one that shut up his boyfriend effectively.

John would’ve happily let Nikolai take all the kisses he wanted but he spotted you, in his peripherals, watching dreamily sat on the desk. Your legs swung back and forth gleefully. His hat was in your lap as you twisted the rose around by the stem. Nikolai drew away and in a deep breath at the hearts your pupils were shifting into.

“Get back over here,” He said with two fingers coaxing you over, “And take that jacket off.”

Dutifully, you followed his instructions. A gift from your previous engagement, your jacket was draped it where Nikolai had done the same to his signature tan leather jacket, leaving John feeling overdressed when he caught a hint at something lacy and meadow green peeking out where your skin showed, your shirt caught on your jacket removal. Greed suddenly sprouted from his blooming heart and latching onto you by your plush hips when you were within reach, hauling you close and murmuring how much he adored you while you twisted Nikolai’s chain between compliments and neck kisses as if idle. You were about to be anything but, in for one hell of a reunion.

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I made your love language physical touch because you’re away from your boys so much that you just wanna soak it up when you’re with them. Nikolai’s is gifts (like when he gives Price his favourite gun and his hostages <3) because he loves seeing how his partners react to something that made him think of them. Price’s is words of affirmation because he’s a man of his word and equally loves seeing how his partners are affected by them.

[bookishcatcafe]

A Winter’s Evening (A Stolitz Fanfic)

Stolas was just finishing preparing dinner. The kitchen smelled of grilled salmon and fresh pecan pie. He was humming some Sinsmas tune, wearing an apron over his homeknit sweater. The door swung open, a cold wind blew in and with it a cursing Blitz, shivering as he struggled to undress. As he took off his countless layers of snow-soaked clothes, small lumps of snow fell to the hard wood floor as well as their welcome mat which read ‘A Happy Home.’.

Stolas heard the door swing open, he hooted loudly, sauntering over in a playful sort of waltz, as he finished stirring the green bean casserole with his magic.

“Oh Blitz! I’m so glad you’re home I hope you had a good day at work! Dinner is almost—“ he saw his husband shivering blue, cursing under his breath, now only wearing underwear as the rest of his clothes were soaked.

Stolas swiftly ran over, using his magic to put another log in the fire, sending it into a sudden burst of new flame. His apron flew off with a glow of blue, his sweater followed suit, exposing his pillow of fluff. He grabbed Blitz by the hands, holding them against his own cheeks, gazing at Blitz’s face, focusing on his eyes. In his sudden worry he tried not to cry, but tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, his cheeks puffed, as one would when taking the first breath after swimming, and a warmth rushed over the gentle red scales of Blitz’s palms.

Blitz sighed, shivering still, the fluffiest blanket they owned was flown over and around Blitz’s small frame. After a moment, where Blitz just held Stolas’s slender face, he smothered his own into the chest before him, shivering before whispering thanks across his scattered tone.

He still shivered, but as time passed it subsided to subtle movements. His face back to its normal hue, a gentle imprint in his lover’s feathers, and Stolas now holding Blitz and carrying him into the living room, laying him on his favorite heated blanket, and smothering his face in kisses.

And in this new calm, Stolas decided to have dinner in the living room on the couch with him, setting up a small plate for each of them, and feeding Blitz with such gentleness that he became accustomed to.

Blitz turned to Stolas, as he went to take another spoonful of pie, holding a light finger against the ridge of his chin, pulling him close, and kissing him, the flicking of his tongue against his, while a hand pressed softly against his chest, grabbing his feathers ever so slightly, and sobbing. Stolas wiped his tears and rocked him gently, the both just whispering the actuality that they loved each other, over and over again. To Stolas, Blitz was further than the eternity of Hell, he was his forever more.

[jessicanjpa]

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Emmett is getting ready for his first date with Rosalie. An excerpt from this 1936 one-shot, Emmett POV.

"Pay attention," Edward ordered.

I was paying attention. Judging by the three footsteps, the squeak, and the swish just now, Rosalie had just crossed from our closet to the upper left hand drawer of her dresser, the one that had the really good underwear. And since the swish sounded silky, but not lacey at all, that narrowed it down to the blue and the pink and the white…

"To me, not to Rosalie's knickers," Edward sighed, twisting my necktie hard enough to kill a human. "Now listen. Up through the loop from underneath…" He jammed his fist into my throat again.

"Watch it," I growled, giving him a shove. He stumbled backwards, taking my neck with him. I reluctantly dragged my eyes away from the hallway in order to land a better punch square on his jaw. Of course he dodged it. Pansy.

"How is it that you're twenty-one years old and you've never learned how to put on a necktie?"

"How is it that I haven't broken your nose in almost two weeks?"

"Fine, do it yourself." He shoved me back, headlong toward Esme's full-length mirror. I screeched to a halt with my nose half an inch from the glass. "Now listen." He grabbed another tie out of Carlisle's wardrobe and threw it around his own scrawny neck, stationing himself back beside me in front of the mirror. "Wide end over small end. Then up through the loop underneath," he began again, tying his own noose as he went. This time I copied him perfectly, just to annoy him.

"Don't be so nervous," he said, already heading out the door.

"Who's nervous?" I muttered, looking back in the mirror and pulling the knot away from my throat again and wiggling in my jacket to try and get another inch out of the sleeves. I looked dumb in brown. "It's only my first date with the most gorgeous woman in the universe."

"Love you, baby," Rosalie purred from our bedroom down the hall, and I heard the swish of silk on marble. Aw, hell… I wondered how long it would take to get out of this necktie.

"Too long," Edward said from downstairs, trilling a scale on his True Love The Piano. "Your reservations are at seven. Get going."

This had been his idea, the traitor. You haven't killed anyone in months, he said. Rosalie's been itching for you to take her out properly, he said. Trust me, I know, he said, doing that idiotic temple-tap thing. I'd been a vampire for six months now, a married man for four. So he was right, I guess: now that I was done accidentally eating the neighbors I really didn't have a decent excuse for not taking my baby out on the town.

I cracked my neck and took one last check in the mirror with my goldish eyes. Hopefully they'd still be that color when we got back home tonight. At least blood didn't show much on a brown jacket; maybe that was why Rose had picked it out. Huh.

I zipped over to our bedroom, but she still had the door locked. Okay, so she wanted to do that down-the-stairs grand entrance thing again. I happily parked myself at the bottom of the staircase, ready to be blown away. The best part was, I always would be.

Always.

"You're going to have a wonderful time," Esme announced with a sparkly smile. She tucked a little flower onto my lapel and a folded hankie into my jacket pocket. I ducked down and pecked her on the cheek.

"I'm ready."

I straightened up just in time to feel my face split with a grin as she floated down the stairs. Rosalie. She was all dolled up in a creamy not-really-white thing, all curls and curves and wisps that wanted to be touched. I watched my angel come down from heaven and then kissed her hand, inside her elbow, her shoulder, up the side of her neck. She shivered, staring up at me with those eyes.

"All right, all right," Carlisle chuckled, giving my shoulder a push toward the door. He slipped a wad of cash into my hand. "Have fun, you two."

He sounded a little nervous himself. Man, I really hoped my eyes were still golden when we got back tonight. My new dad might only be three years older than me, but I still didn't like to let him down. And everyone was getting a little tired of moving.

Carlisle and Esme waved us off from the porch and stayed there while Rosalie drove us off. "I'll drive us one of these days," I offered, trailing a finger along her neckline.

"Mmm," she answered. Was that a "Take my clothes off" mmm or a "Fat chance, you're never touching my car keys" mmm? Women were so mysterious. You'd think a married man would have cracked the code, but you'd think wrong.

We were in town all too soon. I was taking Rosalie—or I guess she was taking me—to one of those fancy restaurants whose name I couldn't even pronounce. Because obviously that's what vampires do for their first date, right? No, because if there was one thing I knew about my wife it was that she liked to play human, and she liked to do it in style. You couldn't get more stylish-human than a night of fancy dinner and dancing. And I had been at school for a while now, so I was getting to be a pro at making a meal look half-eaten.

"Stay put," I told her, getting out as soon as we parked. I went around and opened her door, earning a quick smile before she stood up and lit up.

It was like a miracle. Every time we got out of the car in public it happened. She would stand up tall and it was like all those grudges and demons just rolled off her. As soon as I got more confident (and hopefully got permission to touch the car keys) I would take her out every night I could, just to see it.