how about that uhhhhh Fantasy Julie. she gets her sword <3 no one can take it from her <3
rambles:
SIKE you get an extra, lower quality doodle
SIKE AGAIN here's the rambles
yeah... i caved and gave her a tail... I'm Not Sorry! it's cute! i wanted to stick with her sorta flower motif - it's stronger in her princess look, since I imagine that when she was part of the royals she was very blatantly flower power based. it was her Thing!
but a Julie free of her noble shackles... she deserves her big sword. like yeah, she has flower magic, but who needs it when she has a Giant Blade??? on the royalty vein, and if we're classifying "rainbow monster" as a species, i feel like horn size/curve would be a status symbol of some kind. maybe Julie would have kept her horns filed short. but if she ran away from that life... longer horns! i like to imagine that they'll keep growing until she has a pair of Extra Weapons attached to her head! curved forward like mammoth tusks maybe!
i imagine that like Frank, she goes with minimal armor - range of movement over protection, yk? some scale mail over her front, a thick leather flower over her chest w/ scalloped leather pauldrons, wrist armor and metal knuckles! i'd think that the faux-suspenders include a back sheath for her sword... i wish i'd thought of that Before i finished the little ref! i don't feel like going back and editing!
i imagine that she was forced to cut her hair when it got caught in something (a gelatinous cube, mayhaps). it didn't look good! don't let anime and Mulan fool you! cutting your own hair with a blade will not look nice! but someone - Eddie, probably, he's good with scissors i'd assume - cleaned it up for her. and hey, it didn't look bad! plus, Julie probably liked being able to just tuck up her long strands into her hat when she's feeling a bit more like a Julius than a Julie!
it's been a fun challenge transforming their canon outfits into a similar variation with fantasy flavoring and twists! i want them to suit the setting but still maintain Themselves! Julie's was tough i gotta admit. i was messing around with the princess look and the fighter look side-by-side. it worked better when i sat back and thought "fighter Julie is Julie unrestrained. that version would be more aligned with her canon look"
i wanted her princess form to look Restrained! she has to be a ~delicate flower~, a noble woman, pristine and poised and very much a princess. soft colors, poofy clothing, bright white gloves that are not to be sullied. carefully bundled up hair! jewelry! that dress must be Heavy and hard to move in! her tail must be so cramped under there!
but Julie Unleashed? violent pinks! rose gold accents! short skirt so that she can sprint and Kick! fun boots that she can be active in and delight in watching them get dirty! her hair is free to whip in the wind and get caught in things! fun straps and Deadly Accessories! a sword that she stole from the royal armory on her way out the window! she has forearm wraps both to match Frank and to support her wrists!
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got this reblog on one of my posts were i talked about being anxious about the future of the zelda series after totk and-
i even went back and unblocked them just to check my own post and check twice what they meant exactly- but i still dont know how they got to these conclusions
i never said i 'want a good uwu ganondorf' (bc that would mean hes aligned with hyrule bc thats how goodness works!!!!11!1!!!), i also dont think of any of the zeldas as 'whores' (seriously, where did that come from?? neither me nor the addition of someone agreeing with me said anything like that??? did they think bc the addition called tloz misogynistic means we think zelda is a whore????? huh???)
its also funny how they say they want zelda to stay a simple fairytale rather than have 'people like me' bc .. one point i talked about in the og post was how the evil arab thing VS good white people media likes to do so much is so normalized here that its simply seen as a simple harmless fairytale trope instead of a big underlying issue in general media and the writers might not even realize it (which is worse) bc the most 'generic' appeal is to people who dont think of it as a problem in the first place, because it is so normalized
(huh, i wonder about what kind of person that part was about .. hmmmm)
(ALSO funny they mention princess hilda as nuanced villain ... like ... wow they are so nuanced about purple haired people!!- like guess why we want a nuanced/less badly/less flat written ganondorf and what he, in particular, has not in common with other villains! its not his hair color! .... or was that point supposed to mean .. look we have one female character that is a villain, its not misogynistic!
idk honestly)
(and the classic, "you just call it this/dont like it bc its not what you wanted !!!!!!!2!"1!112!!")
also funny how its 'never gonna be progressive enough' like asking for the franchise to maybe put a little more thought and nuance into their white divine right vs evil desert man simulator instead of making it worse is already asking too much
(i dont know what the last point has to do with anything??)
(also yes totk is racist, like most if not all of the franchise and a alot of other media as well, shocker- you can still like it though, i and plenty of other people are still fans of it, we just wish they did a little more with their stuff and maybe not make the racism problem WORSE)
(also yes the hyrule monarchy is also evil :))) )
(and also not so secretly so either :)) )
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@jegulus-microfic january 30 - uneven - 983words - cw: nsfw!, spanking, degradation
aka when a haircut gone wrong turns into bending ur husband over the kitchen counter and ****** his ***** until ******* and he ******** *** ***
“It’s uneven.”
“No, it’s not!”
“It’s uneven, James.”
“You– she’s just sitting improperly, her head bent at an angle,” his fiancée replies, in a there you have it way.
Regulus levels him with a flat look, “You’ve cut our daughter bangs and they’re uneven.”
“The hair kept falling into her eyes! It was bothering her,” James’ tone is defensive.
Regulus stares down at the picture on James’ phone, regarding the line of Harrie’s bangs as they fall crookedly over her small forehead, grin as wide and toothy as always, pigtails equally askew. She’s running around in kindergarten like that right now none the wiser.
When he looks up to raise an eyebrow at James this one snatches up his phone and pockets it with a huff, grumbling under his breath.
Behind them the electric kettle clicks, signaling that the water is boiled, so Regulus turns his back to face the shelves in search of a mug and tea bag.
“As if you would’ve done any better.”
An incredulous scoff rips from the back of Regulus’ throat.
It sounds like James is gnashing his teeth when he growls, “What?”
Regulus casually goes about preparing his tea. “Oh, miles, baby.”
James sounds closer when he speaks next, making Regulus shiver, “You’re a brat.”
“Your ego is too big,” Regulus spits back.
“Yeah, well, something’s gotta match the cock.”
There’s a second of still silence where they’re both not moving, disbelieving over if James just actually said that out loud.
Then Regulus head whips around and he fixes the other with a narrow glare. “Excuse me?”
He can see the moment something flips inside James and he decides, wether that be reasoned or not, to just fucking roll with it. “You heard me.”
Regulus feels his face pull into a sneer, “Yes and I’d actually rather impale my eardrums with a toothpick before it happens again.”
Now it’s James’ turn to scoff before he steps closer, “Yeah, like you didn’t moan about it last weekend on date night.”
James cages Regulus against the counter and all he can do is turn his back to him again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Warmth settles over Regulus’ back as James crowds his space, breath hot over the shell of his ear. “Fuck, Jamie,” he whines in imitation of Regulus, “So big, feels so good, ah- yes, yes! Please, harder, ’m gonna—”
Regulus knuckles are turning white against the counter. He’s not sure he’s still breathing.
James nuzzles Regulus’ curls with his nose, hips grazing the swell of his ass, “Begging for it like a slut.”
Regulus gasps sharply, “Merde– shut up.”
Soft lips come down on his neck, spit slick, and Regulus is trembling.
“I love when you’re good for me like that, Reg,” James murmurs breathily, “Don’t you wanna be good for me?”
He punctuates the questions by pressing his crotch directly into Regulus’ ass, the grey sweatpants doing nothing to hide the thick line of him.
A moan tumbles out of him involuntarily.
James gives a pleased hum before he sucks on that same spot on Regulus’ neck, “That’s it, baby.”
Mindlessly, Regulus pushes back, arousal shooting through him when James groans softly.
“C’mon, love, I know just how sweet you can be for me.”
It’s a wonder Regulus manages to shake his head.
“Yeah, you are,” James insists, “Doesn’t always have to be only once I fuck you stupid on my fat cock.”
Regulus grits his teeth, “You’re impossible.”
James sighs displeased, a mournful little thing that makes Regulus’ head dizzy, “Fine, the hard way then.”
In one swift movement he pulls Regulus back by the hips, yanks down his own black sweats and spanks him right across one ass cheek.
Regulus is helpless to do anything but cry out in pleasure, the sting seeping through the flesh and concentrating between his legs, making his cock twitch where it bobs heavy in the air.
“Try again,” James says, voice dangerously neutral and massaging his throbbing cheek.
Regulus bites down on his tongue, then presses out, “You’d be lucky to be considered average.”
A chuckle and then another swing, sharper than the first and the sound of it reverberating off their kitchen tiles.
Regulus whimpers a strangled noise which turns into a downright pitiful whine when James roughly spits on his exposed hole.
“Oh, you like that, huh, baby?” James taunts, hooking a thumb into his rim, breaching for a moment just to retreat again.
Traitorously, his hips push back on the finger.
“Aren’t you greedy?” James comments, “I want you to use your words though.”
“James.”
His husband tzks.
Regulus has to squeeze his eyes shut tightly, chin crinkling, lip wobbling, “Please.”
“Please what?”
Another hit when Regulus doesn’t give an answer fast enough, this on right on the crease of his thigh. More spitting, landing carelessly on the meat of his ass and slowly trickling between his cheeks.
It takes a moment for Regulus to realize the sound in the kitchen is his own whine. “More, please.”
James hums above him, leaning over him to kiss at his neck. “Just a little bit more specific, baby. I know you can do it.” He punctuates the demand by teasingly swiping two fingers through the spit and prodding at his entrance but not slipping them in.
Regulus grits out a harsh pant, thighs starting to tremble. His ass stings like a bitch and his cock is throbbing, hard and neglected and all he can think about is that he wants James’ teeth in the nape of his neck. The overwhelming desire to be good and pliant as he gets utterly annihilated.
“Breed me, Jamie.”
His husband curses, voice strangled, and then he proceeds to fuck him so hard Regulus doesn’t know up from down anymore.
They have to call Effie and Monty to pick Harrie up from kindergarten one and a half hours later.
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