#but i want a cool long masc coat

[jjmej]

you ever get a sudden urge to crochet something, but you know its gonna be so unbelievably time consuming, you just get kinda annoyed?

so anyway, i wanna crochet a duster/overcoat

[fallenneziah]

Sorry guys but I'm on a trans! Man masc reader high rn.

Thinking about big scary giant Ghost who would never back down from a challenge but would get on his knees in a heartbeat for you.

Sloppy oral, submissive Dom Ghostie? PiV, Treats you like a king 😌

You see that large man barking orders in the yard but the moment he gets break and you call him over he's on the move. His ears are tuned to your every whim and way.

When you get into the barracks and close the door, telling him to get down on his knees for you and when you turn around he's down. Knees pressed into the cool ground, looking up at you expectantly as you come over.

Running your fingers over his mask and slowly tug it up, calling him a good boy when you see his face.

"Being such a scary man out there..." You click your tongue, watching his shoulders drop, his large hand cupping the back of your thigh as he kisses up your leg.

You tell him to take off your belt and with gentle hands he's pulling open the ends a little too eagerly, pulling down to see the black underwear he loves.

He strains his neck but you make him wait, letting him worship you more. And he will. Whatever you want, he's going to be there.

Kissing up your thigh, feeling the warmth of your skin, licking a long strip of saliva across the first thigh. Turning to your second to do the same thing. Praising your body, kissing up your body.

You make him stop, pulling down your underwear slowly. Hearing his breath hitch you call him a good boy again, letting him see your dripping, pretty little cunt.

His pants are starting to tighten and feel twice as small as you rile him up. But he's nothing if not a good boy.

And when you finally give him the go ahead he moves, hooking his arms around your thighs, pressing you back into the wall and his mouth between your legs.

Groaning as his lips sink to your warm skin, licking his tongue between to feel your juices. Tasting you, tasting the little nub of your clit, flicking it in his mouth and sucking on it.

You moan, back arching and gasping for breath already as he devours you. Putting his pleasure second in favor making you soaked.

Getting your back to arch, fingers digging into the little curve of your ass, looking up at you. In the dim light he sees your hand over your face, the other threading through his hair.

He hums deeply, sucking some more. Tongue fluttering over your labia, sucking them into his mouth and tonguing your entrance.

"Ghost- fuck, deeper." You purr, mouth falling open as he goes back to sweetly sucking you, tongue swirling around the little nub.

He loves you so much. Fucking hell he absolutely loves you. Finally you manage to pull him off, looking down at him as he pants. "Tastes so good... Love..." His chin is absolutely dripping but he's unashamed, looking at you like he was meant to worship you.

"Good boy..." You slump a little bit. "If you don't finish what you started before you have to leave this room again... I'll be really, really unhappy." Your knees wobble, and that gives Ghost all the permission he needs.

Picking you up, he brings you to the bed. "I won't disappoint love." He whispers over you, sitting you comfortably on your side with a pillow under you. One leg on the bed, the other over his shoulder.

He coats his fingers in saliva and begins to work at your entrance. One large finger sliding in, pressing in deep, making your mouth fall open.

He bites his lip, not removing one scrap of his own clothing as he zeroes in on you. All on you. A second finger pressing to your entrance, trying to slide in and pump through the slick with the first one.

"Ghost- Ghost fuck!"

"Yeah baby, sound so good with my name in your mouth... Wanna make you feel good." He huffs, pressing his fingers in deeper, moving faster while kissing your calve.

"Fuck... Takin' my fingers so well..." He watches you squirm but his hand remains firm, gently kissing you while his fingers plunged deep in and out of your cunt.

Eventually pulling out, dripping with slick, he brought them to his lips. Smelling your scent, shakily exhaling before licking it off. "Fuck baby... Gonna drive me crazy." He groans.

He palms his cock, looking down at your expression, breathing heavy. "Let me fuck you... Come on, let me make you feel good." He groans, his hand tempted to undo his belt.

"Come on... Fuck me, fuck me Simon." You pant.

Ghost groans, undoing his belt hurriedly and pulling down his pants, releasing his hard, dripping cock. He bites his lip, exhaling sharply as he strokes the length, watching pre-cum dribble down the underbelly.

It felt heavy in his hand, stroking the skin back over the puffy tip. He lifted the bottom of his shirt up over his stomach, looking down as he lined his cock up with your cunt.

"Fuck..." He whispers, eyes lidded as he presses his cockhead to your entrance, smearing pre-cum all over your sloppy entrance.

He's already feeling drunk on you. You're too good for him. You're too much, you're too perfect.

Sliding his thick, bulging cock into your tight cunt, thumb pressing to your sensitive nub as he did. His eyes rolling, pulling back and fucking his hips into you.

"Fuck- fuck love-" He flips your leg over, moving you onto your back so he can see your face. Hands running up over your abdomen, squeezing your sides, pushing you down on his cock.

"You feel so good..." His hips make a steady rhythm inside you. Sliding in and out, watching you take him. His thick length disappearing inside your gummy walls.

Pulling out and pushing back in. He leans over you, hands running up from your hips to your chest. Running over the soft, flat tissue around back to your shoulder blades.

"You're so amazing, so perfect." He kisses between your collar bones. "You're everything for me." He grips you a little tighter, speeding up inside you.

Hearing your moans, hearing your pleas and praises ring in his ears.

"Taking me so well, making it feel so good love. You feel good sweetheart?" He licks your ear, pulling back to look at you.

"Yeah, you look so good like this for me... Letting me please you. Letting me show you how it's really supposed to feel."

He speeds up again, canting his hips into you, pulling you up by your midsection so your back arches and hips pivot down into him, letting him fuck up into you.

"Oh fuck oh Fuck- yes, fuck yes!"

"Simon! Oh fuck!" You cry, eyelids fluttering, gasping and moaning.

Simon reaches a hand down and swirls your swollen clit, flicking it between his fingers and rubbing it. "Cum... I'll make you cum... I promise, you'll come on my cock." He purrs, grinning.

Your head falls back, toes curling as your orgasm feels too close and too far away. The way he plays with you makes you feel like you're on fire. You're feeling good, you're enjoying yourself.

Feeling him praising you and wanting you to cum first, wanting you to feel so good.

Your eyelids flutter as he sits you up again, head lolling and looking down at him. How much time had past? How long were you at it.

Feeling his cock drive up into you, his hands digging into your hips, fucking you up and down on his cock, brown eyes focused on your face.

"Look at me love... Look at me, feel good?"

You moan, nodding as much as you could as he bounces you vigorously on his cock.

"Good, good..." He exhales sharply, feeling your legs quiver and shake with anxiety. An excited thrill as your orgasm builds in your belly. His cock splitting you open and making you feel numb against the pleasure.

"I'm gonna- oh fuck!" You cry, eyes rolling back. Ghost grunts, slamming you down on his cock repeatedly, feeling him hit you right there. You can barely hold on to your thoughts until your orgasm is crashing over you.

He holds you as you cry out, squirming in bliss on his cock. Ghost keeps you there, panting heavily as you eventually pull off his cock, having drenched it in cum.

Your cunt swollen and your breathing heavy.

Ghosts cock still stood, pulsating. He bucks up into the air. "Baby..." He leans back, watching you slide down to the floor.

His eyelids fluttered when you came closer.

"I wanna cum..."

You smile softly, stroking his shaft, licking the salty tip. "You get to cum." You pant, stroking his length.

His eyelids flutter, moaning as you stroke his cock. Fist dragging down and back up. Watching with anticipation as his cock twitched. The puffy head leaking until he caved.

Groaning as he bucks his hips up, cum shooting from his cock, thick ropes landing across his abdomen and the blanket.

He pants, looking at his swollen cock, how you smile between his knees, letting go of his cock.

You go to clean yourself off, still swimming in bliss, Ghost grabs some napkins to clean you up, kissing your cheek.

"Let me..." He whispers, pulling you close.

Only you could get big scary Ghost on his knees. It wasn't all the time, but you could get him to beg for a chance to cum. On the days he isn't doing the same right back to you, that is...

(it's very late but this is in my head... It's much longer than I expected it to be, I apologize peeps)

[niki-phoria]

i'd walk through fire for you / just let me adore you

or admiring niki while you film the orange blood concept trailer

includes: implied masc reader, reader wears a necklace, tooth rotting fluff

a/n: watched the orange blood trailer and had an idea so here we are :))

male 8th member reader (no pronouns used)

sunlight filters down through the gaps in the tree leaves above; the flowers surrounding you blend together in a beautiful array of colours when you catch quick glimpses of them from the corner of your eye. a comfortable breeze occasionally blows past you, rustling your pristinely styled hair. 

niki sits beside you on a nearby rock, staring out into space at the horizon ahead. its surface roughly digs into the skin of your palms. a comfortable silence hangs in the air - just the two of you sitting together, momentarily separated from the others. 

niki makes no attempt to brush the hair out of his eyes despite the strands falling into his view. from your close angle, you can see the thin layer of foundation coating his skin that covers the moles you’ve grown to love. you mentally retrace their placement, following the constellations permanently etched across his skin. 

the occasional laugh from one of the other boy’s or the director calling out instructions to the crew fall on your deaf ears. your gaze drifts farther across his face, now lingering on the necklace hanging from his neck. an identical pendant rests against your own chest, tucked into the fabric of your shirt. 

your lips quirk into a soft smile at the thought of the familiar memory replaying in your mind. your trembling hands and the shaky words falling from your lips as you let your thoughts pour out like an unstoppable waterfall. the previously sturdy dam had finally fallen apart after months of long nights spent overthinking instead of sleeping. 

you had only allowed yourself to relax when niki all but forcibly stopped your rambling. his hands felt cool against your skin as he cupped your cheeks, easing your worries with a simple, “i like you too, dummy,” and a stolen peck pressed against your lips.

you softly smile to yourself, drifting back into reality. you lean over to rest your head against his shoulder. niki chuckles, only sparing a momentary glance down at your newfound closeness before he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you even closer to his body. 

“what are you thinking about?” he murmurs. 

“nothing,” you hum. “just you.” 

“you’re so cheesy,” he laughs, playfully knocking his shoulder into yours. 

you roll your eyes; your only rebuttal coming in the form of a feather-light kiss you press against niki’s lips just before you’re both called away to resume filming for the day.

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[fanfichubcircuit]

Cowboys and Chems || Ghoul X Trans!Masc reader

He’s here. Your cowboy is here. You don’t see Cooper often what with both of you traveling. He had his bounties and you had Chems to sell, but you always had a way of running into each other.

You’re sitting on your bike keeping the motor going in case you had to split soon. It wasn’t like you had been well behaved in that dive bar, but you were itching for a fight today and you got nothing to show for it. Which either meant no fight or someone would show up with friends.

“Well I’ll be.” His voice is honey on a hot day, and when you turn to him that million cap smile is lighting up his scarred face. “Pretty Boy’s in town. Didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Well if it ain’t Coop.” You leaned over your motorcycle. “What could I do you for, Mr. Howard?” You winked. Your smile quickly faded at seeing the girl with him. A pretty vault girl. Venom’s at your lips before you could stop it. “What’s up with Bug Eyes over there?”

She looks appalled, but Cooper waved her off. “Now now Darlin’ there’s no need to bite at friends. She’s helping me with a job.” He walked over to you casting a cool shadow over you. “What say you and I exchange a proper hello?” But it’s not really a question.

You glance around. The Ghoul always draws eyes wherever he goes. Men kissing in a town like this might cause problems.

“Come here Cowboy, lay some sugar on me.” You grabbed his coat lapels and dragged him close.

Luckily, you loved problems more than your buyers loved chems. You could make all the drugs in the world and you got hooked on adrenaline and danger. Maybe that’s why you fell in love with Coop in the first place. He gave you plenty of both.

His lips are dry and cracked and his teeth find your lip immediately. You let him bite you his fill before tipping his head back. He could pretend to be a predator all he wants, but he gave his softness away every time you pushed for it. He tastes like shitty Radaway, but you don’t care. His mouth is soft and warm and yours. Only ever yours.

After what was far too long to get away with in public you pull back. “Hope he didn’t take all your caps on that batch.”

Cooper just smiled down at you. “Doesn’t matter. I know you’ll take care of me.”

You nodded. “Always.” You finally separate to pull out a set of vials for him. “You gonna need some stims too?”

He nodded. “It’s a big fish.”

You shuffled around in your bag nudging the vials of testosterone aside to pull out the packs. “Always is with you. Just don’t break your fishing pole reeling it in. I still need it.”

Cooper let out a laugh. “Yes, Sir.”

You pile the items together and he started counting out the caps. Before you two became more than friends you used to give him a discount as part of a deal for not bringing you in. And when he started flirting with you you gave him an even bigger one figuring it was worth the ego boost. Nowadays he won’t let you take anything below full price.

You’d been confused at first but he had just scowled. “What? You think I can’t take care of my man?” You never argued it after that too warm and melted by the phrase.

Your voice is hushed as you look over the girl again. “Don’t tell me I gave you a soft spot for Vaulties.”

His eyes land on your leather jacket blue and faded. You had already told him how you had stitched it together out of your old suit. But that was years ago. And no one around now knew what you were once. No vaultie had the amount of scars you did.

“Nah Darlin’. This is about old scores.” He looked wistful.

You nodded and looked around. There was some mean bastard starting you down. He looked even more pissed when you gave him a shit eating grin.

“You have fun fishing Cowboy. Come back to me?”

“Always.” His smile was soft. Then the walls were back up and he was the fierce hunter once more. “Alright Vaultie. We’re going!”

She’s gone.

“Sonofabitch.” Cooper sighed.

He ran off your laugh ringing in his ears.

As heavy footsteps closed in on you your hand found your tire iron. “Now sir I’m a taken man.” You dodged the sloppy punch he threw. “But I don’t mind dancing if you really want to!”

[danosrosegarden]

I’m sure you’re overwhelmed with requests but if you ever have the time (╥﹏╥) Could you write some male reader/Burt Fabelman because there is literally nothing out there <\3 ! Maybe some headcanons abt what he would be like in his first relationship w/ another man?

holding to the ground - burt fabelman x masc!reader headcanons ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{contains: descriptions of anxiety with a happy ending!}

☽ I'm going to borrow a line from Falsettos: "I was sure growing up, I would live the life my mother assumed I'd live: very Jewish, very middle class, and very straight." It was instilled into Burt from a young age what he'd be: a hardworking, clean-cut man. A husband to a wife. A father to children.

☽ And he was just that for a long while. But his world doesn't spin the way it used to after the split. He can still feel the floors of the old house underneath his feet. The phantom of Mitzi's laugh echoes from the ghost-white walls. The girls are just a phone call away, but their blushing, smiling faces aren't in the next room. Nothing is the same.

☽ And there's you, of course, the new hire at work. Burt's supposed to be watching over you, making sure you don't screw anything up too royally. He's almost angry with you, though. With the way your smile beams and sparkles so gorgeously, the way your smooth voice pours into his ear, the way you carry yourself...you're so effortlessly cool and collected. So simply fun and upbeat. Just handsome and nice to look at. It frustrates him, because he can't have you.

☽ He's supposed to be a professional. He's not supposed to date coworkers. Not to mention how new the concept of being with a man was to him...it nearly frightened him. He was afraid to reach out and grasp the possibility, living in constant dread that it might prick him and drain his blood. What would his family think? His friends? The rest of the world?

☽ But he catches himself. He's always wanted the best for his children. Mitzi gave him these wonderful gifts that he could never repay her for...and what was it that she always encouraged them to do? Follow their hearts? Chase after their dreams? Burt could do the same, if he just plucked up enough courage.

☽ He decides to go with flowers. That's not too overbearing, right? They're a luscious deep red and pink and they smell like the light, airy, puffy clouds of heaven.

☽ Some of his coworkers crack jokes when they see the flowers on his desk. "Looks like someone's back in the game, huh, Burt? Who are those for?"

☽ It isn't until he asks you to stay after work that it all begins to feel impossibly real. The light coat of sweat slicked on his palms. The twist and lurch of his stomach as he grips the flowers tightly. He feels like a crushing teenager again, unable to keep calm when faced with his feelings.

☽ "These are for you, actually." It comes tumbling out in a jumbled, knotted string.

☽ He's unable to read your face for a moment, until a small smile cracks in the corner of your lips. It feels as though a trillion pounds has been lifted from his trembling shoulders. You like them. You like the flowers!

☽ All this to say, Burt might need some time to adjust to the new relationship. He's always going to be followed by the ghost of what could've been, what used to be. But with you, he feels as though he can finally breathe. Let go. Just be himself. He tries to see the good in people, see the good in the bustling world around him. And maybe with a man like you by his side, he can wake up to a world that's brighter. Lighter. With you, he can just be.

[catoi-calamari]

I’m dying out here, the gradual enshittification of all products is killing me. Could you please share your knowledge of brands that actually make good, durable clothing items? Tsym!!!

The Big One v3.0:More Boots!

>Blundstone

>Thursday Boot Co

This version is focused mainly on work/masc clothing . If anyone has recommendations for more decorative/femme clothing, please share them with me so I can update the post :)

Make sure to check the version number if you see this in the wild, it may have updated!

Recommendations marked with an asterisk (*) means I have no personal experience with them, but I've heard enough good things that I added them to the list.

1. Shirts/Tops

First of all, I'm a huge whore for 100% cotton, but in theory polyester will last longer. On the other hand, polyester will last forever, seeping into fish and local blood streams for millenia to come. Second of all, if you want cool graphics then I'd highly recommend doing it yourself. I'd say the easiest options for getting reliable, long lasting graphic tees are screen printing, tie dye and vinyl decals, but this depends on what resources you have access to. Keep in mind this is for shirts that you'll (hopefully) be able to wear for over a decade since really any decent cotton tee will last a decent amount of time.

Recommendations

-ASCOLOR

These are the best blank t shirts I've found, period. Stitching is great, the fabric is thick, and from what I can tell they're slightly more inclined to ethical production than your average mass produced T-shirts. They also sell nice jackets and coats as well!

I might try out a couple of pairs of pants from them to see what's up.

Band Tees

For some reason these tend to be really solid, depending on how big the artist in question is. Usually printed on Gildan, which ain't bad. They are expensive though, which means they may not be as great of a deal

This would be the section where I talked about stuff that isn't just t shirts but idk any brands that make consistently durable examples for a good price.

2. Pants

I would recommend a maximum of 1-2% elastane if you're getting skinny jeans, otherwise it's 100% cotton denim baby. Durability decrease exponentially the higher percentage of non-denim there is.

Also, I highly recommend selvage jeans if you can afford them. They use a tighter knit and are made to be worn in.

For cargo pants, get something that's thick and has ripstip material.

Recommendations

-Levi's

The lowest in price I would go tbh. I recommend the 502s since they're 100% cotton but 511s have been a staple of the street fashion world for a while. They're skinnier jeans ain't bad either, but I feel like they're starting to hit the edge of being too thin.

-The Unbranded Brand

Focused solely on getting the price of selvage jeans down to affordable levels. Fair warning, I bought a pair of black jeans (with 1% elastane) and the formaldehyde smell still hasn't gone away. I have an indigo pair that smell fine though, and besides that they're my favorite pairs of jeans.

5.11

Now most """Tactical Apparel""" stores tend to be a bit...off, but since this is a post about durable clothing, I gotta mention the probably undiagnosed autistic guys with a special interest in manly man pants. I have a pair of 5.11 Canvas Cargo Pants and I've taken these things camping, through outdoor airsoft fields, and underground deathcore moshpits. The bastards still looked mint when I finally handed them off to my partner because my ass got too juicy to wear them and gave me a blister when I spent all morning working for a landscaper. (That job was the final straw in my anti-lawn radicalization arc btw.)

To reiterate, I would look for anything that's ripstip and not paper thin. Nylon also works but the texture sucks.

Duluth Trading Co.*

Carhartt if they didn't sell out, from what I've heard

Insert Mid Level Selvage Jean brand that's about $150-$250 a pair*

3. Shoes

Always invest in whatever goes between you and the ground. This goes for mattresses and chairs as well. And for fucks sake get something that can be resoled, and find a cobbler near you. Also look up the Sam Vines Boot Theory of Economics.

Recommendations

Vans

Unlike converse, I've only ever bought one pair. The problem with Vans is the lack of impact absorption, something that can be fixed with aftermarket inserts in theory. Old-Skools take insoles fairly well. Their ComfyCush line is aimed at fixing this problem but I haven't tried any of them. I did get a pair of Ultraranges recently and they seem decently durable, but I've yet to really start wearing into them.

Any skate shoes in general*

Theyre made to be dragged across concrete at relatively high speeds. Try to go for suede.

Solovair*

Now, I have beef with Doc Martens since they sold out, but they're still cheap, comfortable, and made out of leather, which is all you need. Anything lower and I would argue that it's too cheap. However, they can't be resoled, they're leather is kind of thin, and they definitely have a fast fashion mindset.

Solovair is a company that uses the original factories in England to make their own line of lookalikes, for a slightly higher price and slightly higher quality. I've heard their customer service is shit.

Redwing*

I have heard nothing but praise for these. I'm going to buy a pair of Supersole 2.0s once my current pair (which didn't make the list since they kinda went downhill) finally bite it.

Danner*

Another popular recommendation for leather boots.

There is a queer owned boot brand that has canvas and leather boots that are relatively cheap and have cool art but I forgot the name

3. Socks

Blundstones*

Chelsea boots but austrialian

Basically either get Darn Tough* or Point6 some decent socks from whatever brand works for you. I highly recommend merino wool hiking socks, and I just wear cotton socks during the summer.

4. Underwear

You do wear underwear, right?

Recommendations

TomboyX

Queer-owned business catered towards gnc people. Their stuff is dope, high quality, and made in the US with livable wages for their employees. Highly recommend.

5. Specialty

From cold weather gear to military surplus, this section covers everything else.

Recommendations

Patagonia*

I'm still amazed they're this popular and have this much of a focus on sustainability and longevity. Their sibling, North Face, definitely fell into the consumerism pit years ago but Patagonia has still been chugging along.

Military Surplus

I feel a bit guilty for gatekeeping the specific companies I like, but if you go to the right places (eBay) you can get durable clothing for SUPER cheap. It's usually not the highest quality, but it's better than the same thing from an outlet mall.

Chrome

Mainly a bicycling brand, their bags are the kind of things that last a stupidly long time. The internals of them aren't amazing, mainly just an empty main cavity with a laptop sleeve and a smaller separate pocket, but all of their stuff is rock solid. They also have a solid warranty as well.

Swiss Army

Yes, the knife guys. They haven't changed their looks since the late 90s but their backpacks are designed amazingly well. They also have a limited lifetime warranty. I've noticed some cosmetic wear on mine after a few months of using it pretty roughly, thankfully it's just skin-deep stuff but it's also different to older examples I've seen. Definitely more suited towards carrying books and folders.

[glowingbadger]

maybe this is cheating considering most gay sex is anal sex but since you said youd write that specifically in ur list well. dimitri or felix anal with a masc/amab reader (dimitri/felix too teehee) im not making you write both so pick the one you most feel like writing for :3

Man it has been way too long since I wrote Felix- and I'm pretty sure I've never written him bottoming, so hey, no time like the present.

Felix FE3H x AMAB Reader

Kink prompt list #6 - anal

NSFW 18+

The sculpted musculature of Felix's back flexes, tense and rigid. His ass is as flawlessly toned as the rest of him, of course, but as your hand caresses its curve, then cups one cheek, you note the surprising softness of his skin. When he glances back at you, his eyes are narrowed sharply and his fair complexion is tinted pink.

"Quit leering at me like that already."

You smile warmly at him, nearly laughing at his typical brusk tone.

"I'm admiring you, Felix," you reply, your hand running fondly along his hip, "You're gorgeous, you know. I don't know if I tell you often enough."

His face turns a darker red, and he turns away.

"I'm not going along with this if you're just going to mock me."

"Felix..." you mutter, though your smile remains. Still, perhaps it is best not to delay any further. If his sour attitude is any indicator, Felix is as eager for this as you are.

With only a moment to ensure your fingers are well coated in lubricant, you spread his ass gently from behind with a hand and press to his opening. You start with a single digit, easing into him, and it enters with little resistance. Felix makes a short noise, but he bites it down quickly. Your finger pulses in him, and seeing how well he takes it, you eventually add a second. Your eyebrows raise. Had he been prepping himself? The image of Felix secretly playing with his tight hole with a toy, or fingering himself open, acclimating to the sensation solely so that you could claim him, is far too thrilling a thought. You're forced to take a breath to keep yourself from moving too quickly.

Your free hand trails along the base of his spine, admiring the way it arches up to you. Raven black hair spills over his shoulders, loosed from its usual ponytail in a careless and messy way that feels intimate to behold; that he would allow himself to be seen like this, gazed down upon on his own bed and giving himself to you- it makes your chest tighten and your pulse race.

You lean down closer to him, though your fingers still stroke and pulse inside of him.

"I don't want to rush you, but-"

"Do it already," he means to sound commanding, but it sounds more like an urgent plea. You press a kiss to the back of his shoulder. Then, without a word, you straighten over him and slide your fingers from him, then take the lube in hand once more. You're sure to drizzle plenty along the hardened length of your cock, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat of your body. When he feels the tip of your cock at his entrance, Felix's fists clench at the sheets- whether from nerves or excitement, you're not certain. But as you begin to push into him and you feel the tight ring of his hole gripping around you, his body arches once more and your name escapes his lips, and you know that he's wanted this desperately.

You shift your hips, but start slow. His warmth strokes you with each pass, drawing you in, squeezing so perfectly. Before long, he's able to take you to the base, albeit with gradual, steadily-paced thrusts. You lean forward once more, supporting yourself with your hands on the mattress on either side of him, and now that you draw nearer, you can hear him panting and grunting as he takes you.

"You... feel so damn good, Felix..." you groan from behind him, your body nearly flush with his. One hand comes to rest at his hip, though given his own strength, he hardly needs your help to stay in place as you fuck into him. For a moment, you feel him squeeze around you, and at last, you thrust hard into his tight hole. Felix gasps your name, his head drooping onto the pillow. You must have hit him just right- his thighs are trembling slightly. With a smile, you kiss his shoulder once more.

"Seems you like it like that."

"Just... don't stop," he groans, his body warm beneath you as he very nearly shakes with pleasure, "Don't you dare stop."

[ciarancreature]

Hey! Since it seems like goth women's fashion is a lot easier to find examples of and information about, I've decided to create a short visual guide to a good, basic look you can do as a male or masc goth! Note that this is intended as a guide for more casual, everyday wear; for a fancier goth style, like a vampire or Victorian goth look, this might not be the right guide.

For a good, basic, every day casual goth look, here's what I like to do.

Let's start with shoes. I typically wear black Dr. Martens with platforms. They can be bought new or used, and I recommend real leather, as it's much longer lasting and more environmentally friendly. But Docs are expensive. If they're not in your budget, any similar black boot will do. You can also get creative and do a different kind of black boot, or, if you manage to get your hands on some, a pair of winklepickers (also known as goth pikes) are a classic look!

The next thing to look at is pants. You'll probably want a nice, simple pair of black jeans. I would recommend skinny jeans, but if they're not comfortable or you don't like the look, a pair of straight or athletic jeans, or anything else should work! That being said, I'd stick to black (or something else that you feel looks gothy). Normal or ripped are both great!

After that, a completely optional step is a belt or several layered belts (black if possible). Not everyone wears them, but one or more edgy belts are another classic look with a deathrocker vibe. Some fun options are belts with chains and O rings, studs, or bullets. A wallet chain is also an option.

Over that, a classic staple in any goth wardrobe is a black goth band shirt. This is a way to show you know the music, look cool, and support bands you love - many bands make the majority of their profits as musicians from merch!

One thing you can do, especially for a more tradgoth or deathrocker look, is to add either fishets or a layer or two of ripped tights as sleeves under the t-shirt. Not everyone does this, but it's a fun element for extra flair. If you go with fishnets, I recommend getting tights and simply ripping or cutting a hole in the crotch rather than buying a shirt, because it's much cheaper, and because the ripped look is cool.

On top of that, you'll probably want a jacket. Some people wear trench coats. Some people wear a black denim vest or jacket with patches, studs, or spikes (again, this is more common among deathrockers). Some wear a black leather jacket; it could be new or vintage, real or pleather, and plain or covered in painted band logos/patches/spikes. Some even wear distressed sweaters. Most goths prefer black, regardless of what you go for, and if it's got spikes or patches, most goths DIY them rather than buying them like that. Patches are another way to show off your love and support for bands.

You may also want to add jewelry. Some goths wear a lot of creepy rings. Many wear chokers or necklaces, and often layer them; some classic ones are rosaries, ankhs, and bats. Many goths of all genders and sexualities also wear black nail polish. If you choose to wear facial piercings, avoid tribal ones. They're culturally appropriative and will alienate marginalized people and lead to people getting upset with you.

If you have hair, you have several options for styling it. Most goths choose to dye their hair black, but some may bleach it, keep it natural, or color it. Some may even choose to wear different wigs for different occasions. How you style it is up to you, but many choose to style it by backcombing/teasing it, applying a strong hairspray (got2be Glued is typically the most recommended), and using a hair dryer to make it stay in place (there are several tutorials for this on YouTube). Alternatively, you can simply leave it long (this is a less classic look, but many goths do it). Many, especially deathrockers like to style their hair in a deathhawk, which is a mohawk or crest hairstyle with backcombed hair. (There is some debate about whether this is culturally appropriative or not. I've met someone online who claimed to be from the Kanien'kehá:ka Tribe (the indigenous name for the tribe) who told me they don't consider it appropriative because the original hairstyle involves plucking, not shaving the hair, and involves a certain amount of ritual and spiritual significance; this person also said they don't think it should be called a Mohawk because it's not the same hairstyle as the one associated with the tribe. That being said, I'd never met them before and don't know if they were being honest with me. I've also met a white person who sent me an article by another white person who claimed to have asked members of the same tribe, who said they do consider it appropriative. If someone who is actually from the Kanien'kehá:ka culture would like to tell me what the consensus is, or if there even is one within the culture, I would appreciate it.). I've also see goths with any number of styles that involved shaving various parts of their heads, so you can also just go wild with the clippers and see what happens. A tower (a style in which the sides and back are shaved and the top is styled to stick up) is also an option. Just be aware that something that involves backcombing and hairspray is a lot of work to be doing on a daily basis and can damage your hair; using extensions instead may help protect it. If you have textured hair, many Black goths tease or comb it into various styles. The important thing with many looks is that it has body and sticks up, that it has shaved parts, that it's generally edgy, or some combination of those traits at play. When in doubt, look to goth icons like Robert Smith and Dave Vanian for inspiration, or simply try to look as much like a vampire as you can. Or, you can look at modern goth artists, like Twin Tribes, Male Tears, and She Past Away!

Most goths (even cis, straight men) wear some amount of makeup, although it's not necessary if you don't want to. A basic beginner look may just be black eyeliner and/or eyeshadow smudged around the eyes. If you'd like the get creative with it, some contouring, black or red lipstick, or more elaborate eye makeup may be in order. You can imitate women's looks or do something more elaborate; I'll make a separate post for that. Goth makeup often focuses on looking gaunt and pale, but this is not because goth has always been for skinny, white people (it's never been just for them); it's more that the goal when goth makeup became a thing was to look like a corpse. Being pale and being skinny are not requirements. Looking dark and edgy is the goal, not looking conventionally attractive.

Doing all or most of these things will give you a good, basic goth look, and with just a few band shirts, you'll have a solid wardrobe to work with that doesn't have to be expensive. Remember, goth fashion has always been pretty androgynous, so don't be afraid to borrow ideas from goth women as well! If you're able to spend time around other goths or follow them on social media (Goth Dad is an influencer who has his own goth male fashion tutorials that are worth looking at, and others like Sweeney DeVille and James from the band Male Tears have good tutorials for things like hair and makeup), you'll pick up on more ideas, and can even get creative on your own!

[v-love]

Baby Steps

Chapter One

Kai Anderson x Black Masc!Reader

Summary: You live alone in the cold state of Michigan. You find unexpected comfort in a slightly deranged blue haired man who was not as deranged as he likes to front.

Warnings: A bit of angst, semi sexual situations (you have to squint a little), other than that its fluff at the end!

Not proofread </3

Images/GIFS are not mine.

Word Count: 2,229

Your hands shake softly as you walk through the streets of Michigan, the cool air biting at your cheeks. Currently, you were irritated by something some drunk had told you at the club tonight. You couldn’t understand why people had to be such assholes to you; all you were doing was living. You sigh softly as you unlock the door to your small home. It wasn’t much but it was yours, a place for you to feel safe. That didn’t last though, just two days before you had to deal with neighbors trying to figure you out. “You live alone? But such a handsome young man surely has a girlfriend or something.” The blond woman standing in front of you, Meadow, said. You weren’t too bothered by the assumption of you having a partner nor did the assumption of you being straight.

“I’m gay so you wouldn’t see too many girls here but yeah, I don’t really have anyone.” The brunette man also standing in front of you, Harrison, stands up a bit more straight, now fully paying attention to you. “It’s still a shame; you’re still a…very handsome man.” He says, his eyes taking in your form. You shift a bit, facing him. “I suppose…anyways, I have to finish setting up things so I can start dinner. My friend is coming over, she’ll be hungry.” You say giving your best apologetic smile. You weren’t entirely lying, you just didn’t care for people investigating your life and why you were alone. Sure you were very strong and handsome, who wouldn’t want you. That was the problem, people wanted a token black boyfriend. A token black friend. A quick fling. You weren’t interested in having people like that in your life.

Remembering that encounter with your neighbors, you frown as you lock the door. You hadn’t seen too much of them in the past few days. You look up as someone calls your name. “Rough time at work?” Your friend Kayla says as she walks up to you, helping with your coat. “Of course, it’s a bar. I’m bound to be called some type of slur.” You laugh dryly and hang the coat, feeling Kayla hug you from behind. “You could always come and work for me, Angel Cake.” Turning around to fully hug her, you smile softly at the endearment. She had always said you smelled like the delicious angel cakes you two used to eat you were little. “You and I both know I don’t want to rely on anyone anymore, KJ. I know that my best friend is super successful in her business but I need to do this on my own.” Sighing, she pulls away and takes you to the kitchen, choosing not to argue. As you two eat what she made for you, she tells you that in the morning she had to go back home. “It was nice that you stayed over this weekend. I wish they didn’t have to call me in today.” You say, looking at her with an apologetic look. “Oh forget that, I really don’t care. You have Hulu so I was fine.” She says and laughs, making you chuckle a bit as well. As you both clean up, you listen to her talk about her bakery. You look over at her, she was absolutely glowing with happiness. She talked about how well things were going with her new man, James. You snort a bit every time she mentions him because he looked exactly like someone you both enjoyed watching on tv. As you both settle into the same bed, drifting closer to hold each other, you think about how you both used to do this when you were younger and how long ago it was since you both last did this. Smiling, you fall asleep and dream about you both as children.

In the morning you awake alone. You smile a bit as you remember Kayla’s foot kicking your thigh. She was still the same as always. Stretching as you get out of bed, you head over to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and washing your face. Your hands tremble a bit from the cold water as you dry them and our face, looking at the mirror. “I need a line up...where’s my phone?” You look around and find it, texting your barber if he had any free spots today or tomorrow. While waiting for his response you get ready to go run errands. Slipping on your shoes and zipping up your coat, you walk to the bus stop. You had to pick up your car today, you were excited to finally be able to drive again instead of getting on a lukewarm bus. Waiting for the bus, you see Harrison getting in his car with a gym uniform. “He could probably hook me up with a membership...” you say to yourself as the bus stops in front of you. You scan your card and sit down towards the back, silently watching the world pass by. 

Getting off of the bus, you walk to the workshop, smiling at your mechanic. “Hey, how much do I owe you?” You say to him, watching him get the receipt and handing it to you. As you paid, you two talk about whatever you both saw on the news and the weather. Soon you’ll be needing new tires for the winter. As you get in the car you sigh softly, money was getting tight but you needed to fix your car. It wouldn’t have lasted long if you just left it alone. Driving to the gym you sigh, wondering if you should get another job there. Getting out of the car and heading inside the gym, you look around, taking in the atmosphere. It didn’t feel stuffy or uncomfortable to be there like in other places. You see Harrison walking up to you with a pleased smile on his face. “Well hello there, I didn’t know you worked out here.” He says, holding a rag and some spray. “I don’t, I actually wanted to sign up. I didn’t know you worked here, maybe you could help me.” You say, ignoring the way Harrison looked a you. “I definitely can.” You watch as he slips behind the counter, typing and clicking away to get you set up. After he hands you paperwork to fill out. “When you’re done just come get me. I need to clean the windows.” You nod and smile a little, starting to fill out everything you needed to. 

In the corner of your eye you see a blue haired man walk up to Harrison, speaking to him in a low tone. You wondered if he was his boss or if he was just another trainer. Shaking your head, needing to focus on the paperwork. As you fill the last page, you feel a pair of eyes boring into the side of your head, making you look up. The blue haired man smiled warmly at you and walked off, letting Harrison finish up. You flip through the paperwork and made sure you filled out everything before going up to Harrison. “Here, I think I got everything.” He nods a you and quickly goes through it, putting everything the computer at a fast pace. You could tell he’d been working there for awhile at how fast he did everything. “You should get an email for an electronic version of the membership card...” he says as he hands you two cards, one for a key chain and the other just lie any other card. “Is there anything you want to sign up for now or do you just wanna work out?” Harrison asked, looking up from the computer. “Yeah I definitely need a trainer. It’s been a couple months since I’ve been to a gym, I need to get back on track.” You say, watching him look back at the computer. “Well we do have a spot open in 30 minuets for...Annea Willow.” He says, smiling up at you. “She’s real great, trust me. Or I could train you if you’d rather have someone you already know.” Harrison says, scrolling on the computer more. You contemplate it, Harrison who is a nosy neighbor but overall not unpleasant or a random person you don’t know. “Could we start with you first and when I get more comfortable I could switch.” Harrison smiles brightly as he nods, typing fast and looking back up at you. “How about you train with me for about 3 weeks then we transfer you to Annea?” Seeing you nod in agreement , he books all the sessions. “Perfect, we can start now if you’d like. Unless you want a mini tour before anything?”

After a tour, you put your things in your locker, humming softly as you tie your shoes. “You new here?” Turning your head you see the blue haired man again. “Yeah I am. You?” Seeing him shake his head you nod. He walks closer and ties your other shoe, wanting to help you be a little faster. “I’ve been here for two years. The people here are pretty chill.” He says and stands, looking down at you. Nodding you stand after picking up your water bottle, the man’s eyes widening slightly as he realizes how much taller you are. “I guess we will have to see. You and I are very different so I’m bound to have a different experience.” You say smiling a bit, looking at him throw your locs. “I’ll see you around?” You say and watch him nod, walking away to get to your training.

Groaning a bit, you stretch as you watch Harrison write things down. “You did good today. I think we should start working on endurance the next time we meet.” He says as he looks at your sweat form. He shifts a bit and clears his throat, looking away while catching your attention. “Which is tomorrow, same time?” You say, sipping from your water bottle. Seeing Harrison nod you smile. “Alright, I’ll see you then. I feel good, don’t feel overworked.” You say as you walk away, heading to the showers. You see the blue haired man running on the treadmill, his hair now in a half up, half down style. You had to admit he looked good like that. Taking off your clothes in the stall you shower, hearing others shower as well. The sighs coming from different stalls making you sigh as well. You were surprised how clean everything was, wondering if these men were any different from the men back at home. After showering and changing into fresh clothes, you stop by the front desk. “Harrison, say hi to Meadow for me, alright?” You say, handing him a piece of paper. “I never gave y’all my number so here. Just in case, y’know?” You smile as Harrison nods, putting your contact in his phone and sending you a text. You do as he did and wave slightly as you head out the door, tying up your locs in a loose bun. You hear someone walking up to you. “Good workout?” You hear the blue haired man say, smiling at you. “Oh hey, yeah it was. You?” He nods and pats the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. “Yeah…I realize I never gave you my name. I’m Kai. Kai Anderson.” Kai’s smile widens when you tell him your with a soft chuckle. “Strong name, I like it. You gonna be here tomorrow?” He watches intently as you nod, saying that you had a session with Harrison at the same time. “He’s a good trainer, he’s mine as well. Today was just me running and I think I have training on Tuesday.” Kai says, you both standing in front of your car. “Well I don’t having thing that day so I’ll be like you, running on the treadmill. It’s getting late, we should head home. I’ll see you tomorrow? Tuesday?” You say, watching Kai’s facial expressions change from happiness to excitement. “Tomorrow, I’ll meet you here okay?” You nod and say your goodbyes, getting in your respective cars.

On the drive home you think about the people you met today. You were surprised at how much you enjoyed training with Harrison. Sure, he was hitting on you and of course it’s an ego boost but it was fun. As you kept thinking about how everything went, your mind would drift back to Kai. The way he smiled at you as if you were the prettiest person he’d ever seen. You wondered if Kai was just being nice when he would say certain things. Letting your mind drift in a sort of daydream, you begin to picture a friendship with everyone. Spending time together, having dinner, playing card games, getting high. You quickly shake out of those thoughts, disappointed in yourself. You just met them and you were already planning on doing things together with them. Were you that lonely? Maybe you were. You wished KJ was there to distract you from these sad thoughts but you knew she was busy with her new beau. Just as you park, you get a text from an unknown number.

hey i hope you don’t mind but i asked harrison for your number. its kai. 

Then another text.

i hope you got home safe :)

Author’s Note: i hope you guys enjoyed this! i wanted to take my time with this series because it’s important that i get it right. if you have any questions send them in!! also, when i say locs, i mean the hairstyle, not like...long hair. you get it i hope.

Special thanks to @prttyghost​ for requesting this!! Also special thanks to @lcnelyghost​ for letting me put her in this series!! 

Thank you for reading Chapter One of Baby Steps.

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[voidandcold]

You're young, so I'm going to say this as nicely and clearly as I can: "radical feminism" is just white supremacist patriachy in a pink hat.

There is no "war on women", there is just white cis men in positions of power that have managed to convince white cis women in positions of (slightly less) power that all their problems come from trans people, not the cis men, and that the solution is to make it so that no trans people are visibly existing anywhere in public.

But, spoiler alert, there have always been trans people, and there always will be. The Nazis tried to erase all traces of our existence in the Thirties (that's what the infamous book burning was about), but we are still here. And it should give you pause to realise that you are literally aligned with the literal goddamn Nazis of Nazi Germany in "the trans question". And also with the current fascist dictatorship in Russia. Is this really where you want to be? If not, why would you think they're right about this but not anything else?

You're never going to live in a world without men or masc-aligned people, so to think that every single one of them is a predator just waiting for a chance to pounce is going to cause you a massive amount of self inflicted mental harm. Likewise, to think that no woman or fem-aligned person is capable of causing you harm is going to leave you super vulnerable to the ones that do.

I'm not expecting you to answer this, I'm just hoping that you think about it.

If radical feminism is just white supremacy in disguise, how come most radfems seem to be POC? A considerable portion of them not even living in white countries?

If it's "white cis men" causing all the problems for women, how come women are oppressed globally? You think women killed by morality police have white men to blame? Honey, no. It's all men. It's a male problem.

I do not think that trans people are responsible for the patriarchy. I just think it's a super regressive way of thinking, and I post about it a lot because here on Tumblr, trans activism is the norm. It makes me feel that much more like I need to speak my mind.

For example- I think of trans activists like I think of tradwives. Sure, they aren't responsible for sexism, but they aren't exactly helpful in women as a whole breaking those chains. Woman is not a feeling, and someone born and raised as a male can't know how it feels to be a woman. When a male identifies as a woman, what he's identifying with is whatever caricature of womanhood he has in his head. We don't need transition. What we need is to normalize gender nonconformity.

On top of that, many trans activists are holding the acceptance of homosexuals back. Insisting that it's a "genital preference" and that gay men can never attracted to females, or that a lesbian is a "woman loving woman" and lesbians who don't try penis are "fetishists" it's the same homophobia conservatives have been throwing at us for years under a new coat of "progressive" paint. Before -if you were a woman who didn't like cock- you were a dirty sinner. Now you're a bigoted genital fetishist. It's all the same.

Trans activists are aligned with Nazis in that regard, isn't that right? The reasoning and the execution are different among all three groups. Surely you can see that? No radfem want trans people dead. We just want all these gender roles to stop. We want the repackaged homophobia to end.

It really isn't cool to call everyone who disagrees with you a nazi, by the way. It really downplays what a nazi is.

I'm not going to dignify the "not all men" portion of this with a response. Look at some violent crime statistics or something.

And no, of course I don't think women won't hurt me. Nor do I think all women are good people. I don't think I've ever said anything to make you think that?

I'm sorry for taking so long to reply to this, and I'm sorry for keeping it so short. But I don't want to repeat myself over and over and over again to everyone who says these things to me. I HAVE thought about it. That's why I'm here.

[toweringclam]

Adam the Apothecary (Octopath OC)

"Master gave me the gift of life, now I must return the favor."

Links to previous: Osanna the Cleric, Clyde the Merchant, Tusitala the Dancer, Opal the Thief, Penelope the Scholar

Name: Adam Job: Apothecary Gender: Masc (Equally male and female, but most people assume male and he accepts that) Element: Lightning (Spell: Galvanize) Latent Power: Advanced Chemistry (materials impart additional abilities to concoctions) Appearance: Slim but extremely muscular (as opposed to Tusitala's more bulky build). Wears a long coat with no shirt, showing his many scars. Long blonde hair and feminine facial features contrast with his build. Friendly Action: Inquire Unfriendly Action: Press (Gain followers by defeating in combat) Starting Region: Uplands. The requisite mountainous region, though again I want to make it more colorful than past versions. Lots of alpine meadows full of flowers. Starting Town: Blaumberg. A place with a lot of the aforementioned flowers. It's a dilapidated castle town, being largely abandoned and reclaimed by nature. Should give a feeling of melancholy and fallen grandeur. Allied with Noland, but independent. Starting Story: Adam was created by his master an uncertain time ago. His master taught him and cared for him, but one day left on a journey and never returned. He's been taking care of the castle on his own and studying medicine ever since. Noland forces arrive to steal his master's research and set the castle on fire. He confronts their leader, who tells him that his master is dead. But he refuses to believe it, and sets out to find the truth. Goal: Find his master and figure out the secret of his own resurrection so that if they are truly dead, he can bring them back. Battle Motif: "To Restore Life," a dramatic and gothic piece emphasizing the pipe organ.

Adam's character came about when I was shuffling around the jobs and elements. For two games, Lightning has been the purview of Hunters, but I thought it'd be cool to shake things up. As soon as I thought of the lightning + apothecary combination, the answer became clear. BTW, his path action "Press" is him just grabbing someone and saying "I need your help." The typical response is "D...do I have a choice?!"

I worry that in this concept I'm leaning on the two greater antagonists too much. After all, I'm on #6, and 4 of them have been directly opposed to one of the two empires, with the remaining two skirting the line between them. But it also makes the themes more cohesive, and ties into the way I'm doing the split path actions, which I promise I will explain at the end.

Adam has probably changed his motivations more than any other. I've hopped from trying to cure death, to revenge against his master, to trying to save his ailing master, and many more. I finally settled on him in the same ballpark as H'aanit. A complicated relationship to someone he really cares about, but feels abandoned by.

[jrheatriz]

Does Glory make her own clothes or does she have some clothes tailor guy (gender neutral) that she knows. ALSO what kind of clothes does she wear? :3

glory makes a lot of her own clothes, and if she doesn't make it from scratch, she'll modify something she'll find at a market or thrift store. (glory does a lot of undercover shopping to stock up at her secret hideout ((read: shitty nondescript apartment)), and so if she stumbles upon a shirt she thinks would be good to cut up and make cooler she'll take it.) glory would NOT like to rely on another person to help with her personal wardrobe because that's her thing (<- special interest) and also because she'd be an utter menace to work with. like imagine if she spent all this time developing and sending a design to a tailor, and then the piece comes back and the hem is just a centimeter too short. EW??? she'd rather just do it herself.

As for the second question (rubs my hands together like an evil fly), glory's taste in clothing generally has two modes--

her assassin type outfits, which always black with pink accents, and usually are a bit more masc/androgenous. A lot of her designs are based off of formal suits and sleek menswear because for one: i think it looks sexy and cool, and for another: not appearing as a specific gender and deliberately hiding any identifiable attributes is important if you don't want to get caught by your enemies. there's a lot of leather involved because like me, glory enjoys a bit of camp. glory's very long and tall physically, so having a long trench coat and broad shoulder pads make her a lot more intimidating. the all black suit isn't just sleek and super rad, it's also good for sneaking on a nighttime mission or just if she wants to pull up to a gun fight looking like batman. the pink accents are there because glory really likes pink. here are some inspo pics i have from pinterest:

(imagine this one below is black and had a more opaque design on the chest. glory might've kept it as is if there wasn't the annoying issue of some guy just deciding to shoot her in the chest or something.)

(in my head, wisdom kaye and glory have similar ideas about making black outfits look as raw as humanly possible. see below.)

2. Okay in terms of glory's casual and more domestic style, there's less need to look raw and scary and she gives herself more freedom to experiment with color. there will still definitely be a lot of pink because glory adores pink. glory is also fond of punk and afropunk styles (especially ones you might have seen in the 70s), so she's down with a spikes leather jacket and eclectic fabric and patterns all over her clothes. see examples below.

HOWEVER. if we're getting even more casual, because sometimes spiky clothing is too much prep to get into, she'll go for more casual flare/bellbottom jeans and a short top. very cutesy, with the plus of generally not being that uncomfortable. made with simple fabrics like cotton, polyester, and just yk. stuff you'd find at a thrift shop or department store if you were so moved. a lot of this style is inspired by vintage clothing black women would wear in the 70s, because well. glory is a black woman and lives a a 70s-ish world with future aesthetics. not complicated at all. here's some examples below:

And finally, because i love black hair accessories, here's some beaded hairstyles that glory would love! having beads in her hair is a very trademark glory thing, because beads are fun and cute and glory is too miserable all the time to not allow herself the happiness of having cute pretty beads as accessories. sue her if you think it's impractical.

and uhhh yeah that's it i think! i might throw in that glory starts experimenting with other fashion aesthetics once her murderous enemies stop breathing down her neck, but that's to be decided.

[grimbeak]

Any fantasy/sci-fi person (usually a man or a masculine presenting person): *has a long flowy coat*

Me, crying: i want it plz thank you

[bitch-spectrum]

rambling about gender who cares. under the cut.  Slur tw

Dresses look so cool. They just look so goddamn cool! Everyone that wears them says they’re so fun to wear! With the breeze and the swish and it looks so bodacious! But I physically cannot get myself to wear them bc of the idea that they are only made for women and femme-aligned people. As a transmasc that is not me. There are some dresses I’m like “damn shawty! Take that dress off so I can look at the dress!” but will I be able to wear it without feeling dysphoric in 30 seconds? No. Never. So I’m like “But i want wear big flowy pretty!” but dyphoria says “but you look like a little bitch, Little f*ggot boy. Little tr*nny wanna be.” and so im like “what is masc alternative to dress??”  Robes? Capes? Long badass coats? Yes.  So now I wear robes, capes and coats and feel like I could top god but I just wanna say that even with all my strength and power I could never put on a dress. If you are a person of any gender that can wear a dress I admire you and bow to you. 

[bowan-deflorentine]

Extremely detailed character sheet template

Character’s full name: Bowan deFlorentine

Reason or meaning of name: OOC I like gender-neutral or masc-leaning names for all characters, and thought it sounded cool at the time! I just took “Bowen” and added an “a” to make it slightly more feminine, visually.

Character’s nickname: “Bo”

Reason for nickname: It’s short and cute!

Birth date: January 23rd (the day she hit lvl 10 in-game :P I use that for all my Wow RP characters)

Physical appearance

Age: 37

How old do they appear: About the same

Weight: 145lb / 65kg, an average healthy weight if on the lighter side

Height: 5′11″ / 180cm, taller than average for cis women

Body build: Angular, long-legged, lean

Shape of face: Oval-shaped, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline and strong chin

Eye color: Dark brown

Glasses or contacts: neither

Skin tone: Medium brown

Distinguishing marks: Broken nose, blind & scarred right eye

Predominant features: Probably the nasty dead eye

Hair color: Black

Type of hair: Thick and wavy

Hairstyle: Wears it long and down, or in a low ponytail tied with a ribbon

Voice: Low & rich with a heavy Gilnean lowborn accent

Overall attractiveness: Super subjective, but she’s got that handsome aging roughed-up scoundrel sailor look if you’re into that  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

Physical disabilities: Blind on her right side

Usual fashion of dress: Heavy leather or canvas coats, high collars, heeled, thigh-high leather boots, wide-brimmed hats with feathers in the band, loose long-sleeved blouses tucked into a high waistline, fencer's gloves

Favorite outfit: TBH probably her old Cavalier uniform and coat; a dark- and steel-blue laced-up vest, leather, with gold and brown trimmings and a wide-brimmed hat with a white feather in it. Single blue leather pauldron with the gold Cavalier star on it

Jewelry or accessories: Very little, usually one or two small hoop earrings. A golden wedding ring on a chain necklace under her shirt. No rings or bracelets

Personality

Good personality traits: Motherly, caring, charming, helpful, protective, curious

Bad personality traits: Moody, impulsive, stubborn, reckless, anxious, violent

Mood character is most often in: Current day, bitter and melancholic

Sense of humor: Inside jokes, straight-faced funny comments, good-natured teasing.

Character’s greatest joy in life: Her seven-year-old son, Rory.

Character’s greatest fear: Losing either Rory or Jeán, her husband.

Why?: Because she loves them, and they’re the only family she has left in the entire world, and she’s lost/ given up everything else in her life to protect them and to make a life for her family.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: She’s numb to everything that’s not extreme at this point, so again, losing either Rory or Jeán

Character is most at ease when: When her family is not only happy but safe, as are her close friends, and she’s at home somewhere warm and dry and comfortable and there's no war going on

Most ill at ease when: Someone she loves is missing, or hurt, or in great danger, or when she doesn't know where she is / is lost

Enraged when: Something threatens the safety of her loved ones or children

Depressed or sad when: When she’s isolated away from people she loves.

Priorities: She’s been forced into survival mode lately, so #1 is her family’s and her own safety. Beyond that, her son’s happiness, her husband’s happiness, her friends’ happiness, and then protecting others. She's happy when others are happy.

Life philosophy: There’s some good left in the world, and it’s worth fighting for. But family always comes first.

If granted one wish, it would be: To bring Timira Redsummer back

Why?: She was her closest friend and now she’s dead, and she’s tired of losing people and having no control over all the loss in her life.

Character’s soft spot: Children, and music

Is this soft spot obvious to others?: OH absolutely, she’s SUCH a mom. Her rough grimdark rogue sailor deal just vanishes around kids and she’s making funny faces and listening very intently to their babytalk stories and crouching all the way down so they can take her hand and lead her around to show her interesting things, etc. The usual supercute little kid stuff. She loves children and is very good with them.

Greatest strength: Never ever giving up when it comes to protecting others, accomplishing her goals at any means necessary, even at the cost of her own safety or health (which crosses very quickly into one of her greatest weaknesses)

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: She can be on the self-destructive side, and is easily goaded into fights against her better judgement because she can just not back down from a threat or a challenge.

Biggest regret: Leaving Teldrassil during the War of Thorns before the attack, when it was just citizens and adventurers and soldiers helping to evacuate / fortify / bring supplies to the city, as they were expecting a siege. She left to go get her ship in Stormwind and bring it as a back-up to get escaping citizens out in case they needed to evacuate. She sailed back to a completely burning tree.

Minor regret: Not having a wedding with Jeán. They had been together for a few years and had talked about getting married, but were too busy with work. They got hastily married on paper before she left for Kul Tiras.

Biggest accomplishment: Founding the Stormwind Cavaliers with Jeán, and the few years she spent as the captain for them. They did a lot of good work for the city and for the people, especially in the surrounding territories like Elwynn, Westfall, and Duskwood. 

Minor accomplishment: She can make the meanest cup of Gilnean black lavender tea

Past failures they would be embarrassed to have people know about: Actively sheltering a rogue Uncrowned agent and trying to cover up all the VERY obvious murders they kept committing under her watch while working for the city guard, oops   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Why?: Because at the time, they were very close friends and she didn’t have the guts to make the tough calls.

Character’s darkest secret: As of now in the storyline, currently, hunting and sinking Horde ships out of revenge for Teldrassil. She hasn’t told a soul and uses an alias with the crew she works with.

Does anyone else know?: Not yet! 

Goals

Drives and motivations: She wants vengeance for all the lives lost in Teldrassil, but the root of it comes from wanting to protect her family and friends and loved ones. Second only to those feelings is her desire for freedom, and sees sailing and going rogue as an opportunity to kill three birds with one stone.

Immediate goals: Sink Horde ships.

Long term goals: Building a better world for her son and her friends’ children.

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Gathering a crew of other disgruntled Alliance soldiers and hunting down as many Horde ships and soldiers as they can before they get caught and probably executed.

How other characters will be affected:  😬 Well Jeán was a pirate and gave up everything to live his life with Bowan, and to find she’s been doing basically piracy behind his back would be a big oof. Plus before it all she was a very proud soldier of the Alliance and strove to better herself and to be a good and kind person, so it would probably be very disturbing news to others. Then again, that’s only if they find out.

Past

Hometown: Keel Harbor, Gilneas. 

Type of childhood: Strict-ish. Father was a sailor, mother was a wealthy merchant’s adopted daughter. Her father tried to teach her freedom and passion, her mother tried to teach her obedience and to be ladylike. Mother ultimately won and she was more or less prepared for marriage into her teen years until she ran away to escape the pressure.

Pets: A hound dog named Jager.

First memory: Meeting her maternal grandmother for the first- and last time. She was a harvest witch and disappeared to escape witch hunts. 

Most important childhood memory: Sailing with her father outside the harbor for the first time. It was a dangerous trip and they nearly capsized, but she loved every second of it. 

Why: While Bowan and her mother Louise loved eachother, they weren’t as close as she and her father, Bayne. Her father always encouraged her to be herself and to blaze her own path, and her mother told her that she would never find a husband acting like that. Really experiencing sailing and the sea made her realize that that was quite all right, because if being a good wife meant giving up exciting things like sailing then the choice was obvious for her. 

Childhood hero: Genn Greymane

Dream job: Professional bard! She *almost* achieved that after running away from home in Gilneas but never could quite make it happen.

Education: Homeschooling and a few years of attending a little bitty schoolhouse in the countryside. 

Religion: The lowkey Light worship Gilneas practiced, and some of the Old Ways.

Finances: Not poor, but her father had to work very hard to support them and tried not to let it show. 

Present

Current location: Kul Tiras

Currently living with: No one she’s close to, a crew of other soldiers unhappy with the way the war with the Horde was handled.

Pets: Ardis, her beautiful black mare, is stabled in Stormwind.

Religion: Same as her childhood, a bit of Old Ways and a bit of Light.

Occupation: Unofficially ex-Alliance soldier and guard, pirate

Finances: Actually doing pretty well from herself considering all the ships she’s robbed! :D 

Family

Mother: Louise Ollington

Relationship with her: Strained, but they were family at the end of the day. She was born into a family of harvest witches who were culled by some backwoods witch hunts. She was dropped off in Gilneas city and adopted by wealthy bookkeeping nobles. The entire experience still left her very unhappy and traumatized, so she clung very tightly to her new life and tried to make sure her daughter would be safe and not face the same challenges as she did when she went against tradition. 

Father: Bayne Arrow

Relationship with him: Very close. A sailor from Tanaris, he tried to make as comfortable of a life for Louise but could never really live up to her expectations. They still loved each other very much, and he adored his daughter and tried to instill in her the same love of adventure and the sea as his family had. Ultimately his teachings won over, but it cost the family a lot.

Siblings: None.

Relationship with them: n/a

Spouse: Jeán deFlorentine.

Relationship with them: Jeán were best friends long before the relationship became romantic. They’re perfect for eachother, both cocky swaggering rogues who love duel banter and sailing and getting into trouble. They had all sorts of wild adventures and hit rock bottom and bounced back together, and they bonded hard and fast. They never really bothered with marriage before because they didn’t feel like their relationship needed it, but they got married on paper before Bowan left for the war in Kul Tiras just so they didn’t leave any regrets in case she didn’t come back.

Children: Rory, her son. 

Relationship with them: He’s a bastard, but she doesn’t like to talk about it or his father. She loves him more than anything and is doing her best to raise him to be a good person. He’s a very gentle and sweet boy.  

Other important family members: None.

Favorites

Color: Dark grey-teal, the color of the sea during a storm. 

Least favorite color: Pink, only because it’s just very much not her color. 

Music: Fiddle and hurdy-gurdy.

Food: Pandaren cuisine, especially dumplings and spring rolls.

Literature: Romance, and inspiring heroic adventure novels. 

Form of entertainment: Music! She loves to sing and play her own instruments or listen to others perform. 

Mode of transportation: Her ship, a former Stormwind sloop with black sails. 

Most prized possession: Her Cavalier rapier, a gift from Jeán when the unit was founded. 

Habits

Hobbies: She used to practice minor medicinal alchemy when she was young. She likes to read and write for fun too, and riding her horse on the trails around Stormwind city when she still lived there.

Plays a musical instrument?: Yes! Mandolin and guitar. She’s a little rusty but she’s talented. 

Plays a sport?: Fencing! 

How they would spend a rainy day: Brewing tea and reading by the fireplace, either alone or to her son. OR sailing.

Smokes: Yes, occasionally.

Drinks: Too much these days, before also occasionally. 

Other drugs: None

What do they do too much of?: OVERTHINK

What do they do too little of?: Taking a goddamn breath and thinking things through before jumping into dangerous situations.

Extremely skilled at: Sailing. 

Extremely unskilled at: Cooking.

Nervous tics: Bouncing knee, cracking knuckles, drumming fingers 

Usual body posture: Confident but closed-off. 

Mannerisms: Lively even in poor moods, lots of expressive gestures and hand motions

Peculiarities: She seems fidgety and checks over her shoulder too much until she gets her back to a wall. She always goes for the wall seat and likes to face the door. 

Traits

Optimist or pessimist?: Tries to be an optimist but her natural state is pessimist. It’s just been beat out of her.

Introvert or extrovert?: Ambivert, she’s a social butterfly in good moods but gets moody fast and retreats to be alone often. 

Daredevil or cautious?: Some sort of unstable mix of both, anxious a lot and overthinks danger but then does stupid recklessly brave things like, for example, challenge old and terrifying pirate captains to duels she has ZERO hope of winnings (this has happened like three times now??)

Logical or emotional?: Emotional. She’s not controlled by her emotions but they are powerful. Listening to her heart and her gut keeps her alive.

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: Surprisingly organized and neat. When she had her own desk at the Cavalier office it was fancy and extremely well-kept. 

Prefers working or relaxing?: Prefers working. She’s a bit of a workaholic, and doesn’t like to sit still for too long.

Confident or unsure of themself: Fairly confident these days.

Animal lover?: Yes, but not to the point to keep pets.

Self-perception

How they feel about themself: Her confidence isn’t low, but currently she’s felt helpless about her life and her path and is doing whatever she can to feel like she has some control. She knows some of the things she’s doing is wrong but feels like she has to make the hard calls for once and do the dirty work no one else is willing to do. 

One word the character would use to describe self: Ambitious.

What does the character consider their best personality trait?: Her dedication to her family. 

What does the character consider their worst personality trait?: Her inability to let go of the past. 

What does the character consider their best physical characteristic?: She loves her hair and takes pride in keeping it long and brushed and clean.

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: Her broken nose that was never set right and healed crooked, and now her scarred eye. She thinks it’s ugly and will frighten children. 

How does the character think others perceive him/her: Hopefully, as someone they can trust and will be there for them when they need her, always.

What would the character most like to change about themself: Her paranoia and her anxiety. She’s been horribly wounded by the past and wants so badly to heal from it but she just can’t find the right way to do it yet. 

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: Bowan has a low opinion of people as a whole, and views people in general as something to defend herself against, but believes in the good of individuals. 

Does the character hide their true opinions and emotions from others?: Sometimes. She’s the sort to hide her minor feelings from others to save their own feelings, and isn’t above lying to loved ones if she thinks it will protect them.

Person character most hates: Sylvanas Windrunner (now that Deathbreathe is dead). She wants her dead SO BAD.

Best friend(s): Timira Redsummer, Jeán deFlorentine, Watcher and Seeker, Reiko Al-Tariq.

Love interest(s): Jeán deFlorentine

Person character goes to for advice: Timira

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Watcher and Seeker, the Twins. They used to be in a spy unit together but they’re a lot younger than she is and just wants them to be safe. All of the Cavaliers, too, present and former.

Person character feels shy or awkward around: No one, she’s over those feelings.

Person character openly admires: Lorna Crowley

Person character secretly admires: Princess Tess Greymane (secret due to her work for the Uncrowned).

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Her father

After story starts: Rory, her son

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did anyone ask for an aslh fashion post

no? too bad.

(check this out on twitter for images)

chiyo

- wears mostly clean-styled clothes, lots of solid and simple colors - while i assume she must wear pants/shorts SOMETIMES i am physically incapable of drawing her wearing anything but skirts - has 10000 headbands (hair caught in headband = ahoge)

amal

- comfort first style second (accidentally has good fashion sense anyway) - the type of wardrobe that you can swap out any clothes and it all looks okay together, but also kinda the same - says they care a lot about their hair and then just wears it the same every day

tatsu

- claims they don't care what they wear, secretly wants to look very cool, overshoots this and looks pretentious all the time (they like trench coats) - doesn't like colorful clothes - practical

sen

- completely modest, wears lots of dark colors and heavy fabric - decent at textile crafts, knitted his own sweater vest - doesn't care about ruining expensive clothes; embroidered his jacket himself

iris

- literally just the epitome of a college student. her shirt is buttoned wrong - when given opportunity, wears simple patterns + long, form-hiding garments - her hair is thinner than it looks but there's a LOT OF IT. likes hairclips

aster

- the one character who prefers bright patterns. kinda mad that prospero didn't give her any - wears a lot of layers, esp weird ones (tshirts over sweater tops, cold shoulders over long sleeves) - prefers practical clothes for the most part

claude

- wears casual clothing with distinctive prints + motifs to make it ~interesting~ - claims he doesn't care about fashion but desperately wants people to notice him and think he's cool - lots of neutral colors w/gold accents

hirono

- i've found that despite her canon outfit i physically can't draw her in a skirt/dress without also giving her leggings - tends toward eccentric clothing, thematic accessories/patterns - saturated colors

alexei

- wears loose, light/neutral color casual clothes that are usually too big for him OR hugely extravagant colorful bs. COMPLETELY depends on the day and there are NO in betweens - likes accessories! - probably doesn't bind? (haven't settled on this one yet)

ririka

- the one aslh character who actively wears makeup, puts self through styling hell for the Aesthetic - wants to wear hyperfeminine clothing but doesn't feel like she's there yet. settles for classy - actively coordinates outfit color schemes

tsukino

- endless battle b/w "i want to look like my music taste" and "i would impale myself if i wore spikes" - jewel tones Always - lots of fabric weight variation and layering, but prefers lighter clothing in casual settings

brendan

- the type of person to wear out an old jacket and just keep wearing it, insisting that it's fine even as it's falling apart - dresses for comfort but also cares (abt colors mostly) - tailors his whole outfit to whichever gloves he has on so they look less out of place

tiana

- if she doesn't walk out of the house with at least 5 pieces of jewelry something is wrong - wears a lot of vintage shit and looks like a 60 y/o librarian - lowkey cares abt current trends and willing to sacrifice her style for it (gyaru socks???)

ryouji

- lots of heavy fabrics + layers esp on upper body (it's funny because i do this.) - genuinely uncomfortable in 100% casual clothes, is constantly ready to drop everything and pretend to be professional - life's a game of looking masc without tipping off his parents and he's winning

tristan

- i don't know what to tell you, this man's canon outfit involves socks and slippers. - dresses the same at home as everywhere else and expects you to deal with it - likes simple focal graphics

kanemori

- "fancy clothes" is "not his normal sports uniform" - would wear obnoxious aloha shirts if he had the chance (or if he could stand collared shirts) - basically uniqlo tshirt + shorts = kanemori shionaga