#but that cyborg skin is cute too

[harmonictechnicality]

Eddie develops a strange habit after sex. It’s not exactly cute or romantic or nice. Nothing bad either. It’s just… well, Steve isn’t too sure what it is. But every time, it’s the same damn thing.

He collapses onto Steve’s chest and says:

“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”

Usually, Steve is still recovering from the fucking downpour of post-orgasm endorphins. So he doesn’t question it. Hell, he stopped challenging Eddie’s tolerance to geek out months ago. Dude holds fantasy knowledge in his brain better than he holds his liquor.

Which is saying a lot.

Anyways, Steve never has the mental capacity to react or respond. Instead, he runs his fingers through Eddie’s sweat-soaked hair for awhile. Scratches out little patterns on his scalp because it always makes Eddie go limp. Quiet.

Quiet is a rarity for him. And while Steve is totally weak for Eddie’s chattiness, the quiet can be nice too.

The only reason Steve finally decides to ask about it is because Eddie slips up. Says it before they have sex.

Steve is against the bedroom door, his nails dragging down Eddie’s back. God, he loves this kind of kissing. The lung draining kind. The type that’s sort of filthy from all the heat and grinding. 

Eddie hasn’t marked him up this bad since that time someone at work noticed his neck. Asked if Steve was having an allergic reaction during an office-wide meeting.

And this is going to be even worse. Steve can tell by the sounds and the soft pricks of Eddie’s teeth. He can tell by how long Eddie spends over each spot, like the bruising skin needs more attention than the rest of him. Like licking them over will make the colors last longer.

The damage has been done. Really no point in stopping him when it feels so fucking good. Steve forgets to worry about  how mauled he’s gonna look tomorrow because his head is swimming with Eddie’s lips on his neck. His collarbone. His chest.

That’s when it happens. That’s when Eddie’s strange habit makes an early appearance. 

He kisses over the blistery mess he made, practically growls the words out this time: 

“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”

“Okay, time out.” Steve says. Heaves some air back into his lungs. Pulls Eddie’s face up before he can continue making Steve look like goddamn target practice. 

Eddie blinks a few times. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” Gonna have to wear fucking high-collared shirts all week, but whatever.

He’ll bring that up some other time. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“Saying what?”

“That… thing.” Steve barely can spit it out.  It’s like his throat is physically rejecting the nerdy shit he’s about to say. “You keep calling me… a cyborg or something.” 

“Oh that.” Eddie sighs. Casually shrugs to one side. “It’s your fault actually.”

“How is it my fault? I don’t even know what fucking language you’re speaking.”

Eddie walks over to the bed, chanting Steve’s name over and over. Definitely not in the way Steve prefers him to chant his name. Very un-sexy chanting.

“Remember that day you asked me to grab your car keys?” He asks, patting the bed for Steve to join him. 

No. “Kinda?”

Steve hesitates before walking over. He didn’t necessarily wanna stop their primal makeout session. But it was bound to lead to the bed at some point, so…

Just not like this. Not talking while fully clothed. Blech.

He sits next to Eddie. Hands awkwardly fidgeting in his lap.

“Well, I couldn’t find them.” Eddie admits. “So I ended up going through your desk drawers.”

Of course he did. Perpetual snooper.

“Ended up finding a binder full of medical records.”

Well shit.

Steve’s throat tightens. Swells around the sudden guilt he feels for keeping this from Eddie. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a metal plate in your head?”

“Dunno. Hardly even remember it.” That’s only partly true. Steve doesn’t remember the surgery or much of the recovery process. He was only a kid when it happened.

But he does remember the hospital smells. He remembers the sounds of his IV bag dripping throughout the night. All the sensory indicators are still fresh in his mind.

“Well, that’s why. You're part-machine.” Eddie points to Steve’s head, expression softening. “And every time we fuck around, I think about your bionic skull. And how glad I am that it keeps your brain from leaking out when I bend you over the way you like it best.”

Steve laughs. The jokes help lighten the mood. Not enough to replace it entirely, but enough for it to be easy to swallow again. 

They’re both quiet as they get ready for bed, folding the covers down. And yeah, sometimes quiet can be nice. Just maybe not right now.

“Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

Steve stares hard at the pillows. “Are cyborgs like… cool?”

Eddie pauses for a moment, then hops onto the bed. Starts crawling over to Steve with a smug grin. He lifts up to meet Steve’s lips. Kisses him sweeter than normal. Lighter. Starts nodding his head mid-kiss, keeps nodding as he breaks away.

“Yeah, babe. Cyborgs are so fucking cool.”

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine breaking the news about the seraphim to King

You: I have bad news

King: [let's out a pained sigh] what could be worse than my race being revealed to the world, Kaido losing a fight, our empire falling, losing my wing, and being imprisoned by the very people my boss oppressed?

You: so we just heard from Luffy, and apparently. Vegapunk used the samples that he collected from you all those years ago.

King: [ throws back his head and cries] Fuck!

Queen: What'd he use them for? I had opted for cloning the skin samples to create a fleshy exoskeleton for a cyborg.

You: he made Lunarian cyborg clone-babies of some of the warlords.

Queen: oh! Cyborg Clones, huh? I had personally voted we use the skin samples we collected to create a skin for a mech, but cyborg clones never really occurred to me.

Jack: [guffaws] which ones?

King: [scrunches his eyes closed, crosses his fingers and whispers] not Moira, not Moira, please not Moira.

You: Kuma, Mihawk, Jinbe, and Boa Hancock.

King: how is that so much worse! Boa and Mihawk were intense enough as humans. And Kuma and Jinbe were strong enough due to their own species!

You: from what Nami said, they look around 8 or 9 years old. Vegapunk was kind enough to include pictures and details. [Holds out the package]

King: [can't stand the sight of the files, so he looks at the pictures first and sees they all look like normal photos a parent might take.] These are posed photos, aren't they?

You: most likely

Queen: [peeks over his shoulder] oh Boa is still beautiful as a child. Which makes sense, seeing as she's gorgeous as an adult.

Everyone in the room: [ ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ]

King: [holds up a flaming fist] Kaido isn't here to protect you from me anymore.

Jack: [gives Queen a menacing look]

Queen: OH, NO! Not like that! NO!

No one in the room: [believes him]

A week later

You: hey King, so uh, I was wrong.

King: [pinches the bridge of his nose] please, don't.

You: There are other seraphims than the ones I told you about.

Queen: Figures

King: ... There's a Moira seraphim, isn't there?

You: [gives him a pinched smile] yeah, there's a Doflamingo, and a Crocodile seraphim too.

King: a Dofla-! That bastard! Mixing my genes with Moira of all people is bad enough, and to mix in a celestial dragon, especially Doflamingo, is even worse!

Jack: maybe Doflamingo was cute as a kid?

You: Ehh, no. I wanted to punch Doflamingo as an adult, but I want to punch him even more as a child.

King:[notices you are carrying more files] are those the new one's files?

You: yeah.

King: [braces himself and sighs] alright let me see.

You: you're taking this news better than I thought you would. [hands him the files]

Queen & Jack: [huddle closer to get a look]

Jack: [sees the pictures] oh god

Queen: how does Crocodile look more dower as a child?

King: [holds up the pictures of the Moira and Doflamingo seraphim's] these two are my least favorite.

You: Parents aren't supposed to have favorites.

King: ugh, don't call me that, please.

Queen: would you prefer Papa?

King: [pushes him away by his face] shut up

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[zoieru]

Musings on a skin loving Boothill ~

Yeah, bath thoughts. They kept coming and I was like aaaaa write them down. cws: nsfw suggestions, nothing explicit, mentions boobs but could easily be pecks, Boothill's dodgy and excessively charming use of language, he feels.

Boothill who has become increasingly attracted to and fascinated by skin and flesh since he's become a cyborg, his own replaced with flexible but firm metal plating. Initially, he shrugged it off, the fleeting moments of interest he found himself having when encountered with some bare skin, his eyes lingering a touch longer than usual. He ain't got no muddle-fudgin' time for pond'rin that hodgepodge. But now he has you, a sweet thing he likes a bit too much, and who seems suspiciously receptive to his weird affections. So butter my fudge 'n' call me a biscuit he might as well indulge a little hm?

Freckles and moles ~ whenever they're visible, wherever, he finds himself a touch distracted. It's usually if you're relaxed together somewhere, on the bed, the couch, which isn't extremely often so it just increases the intensity of it. He'll run the smooth metal pads of his fingertips over the small darkened speckles of skin, bullseye pupil following the movements with a strange sort of determined affection. He doesn't have these, anymore, other than the ones on his cheek, and they're all the more beautiful to him because of it, small dots of cuteness. If he was some sappy forker like Argenti he would probably make some simile about the stars...or somethin' like that.

(addition, he'll get all blushy and awkward when you notice his fascination and you make a gentle comment about the small nicks and scratches on his metal being his freckles, and that you love tracing those too. He sees them in a whole new light when he takes a glance in the mirror, catching a curl on his lips before shaking his head and moving on. He's a tough guy you hear?)

The way it bends and curves around clothing, his fingers, anything ~ like I said his metal is flexible enough for him to move almost like normal. Enough to pull those way-too-attractive and very unnecessary poses as he shoots, or threatens to. But it doesn't act the same. It doesn't squish slightly under tighter clothing, making the skin puff ever so slightly either side of whatevers obstructing it's usual gorgeous curve. It doesn't leave indents afterwards either. And he loves the way yours does that, his metallic fingers twitching slightly with the urge to squish it himself.

(addition because HEHE ~ I like to think he's a boobs and an ass guy, well he's an all of you guy, tbh, but: he likes boobs the most, or tends to them, because they're in front when he's talking or doing other very fun things, and he can see the way they squish and bulge under his fingers easier.)

Spreading moisturiser onto you ~ okay, so he loves the way it squishes and moves under his touch. That naturally shifts to when he sees you spreading cream or any products you use on your skin, especially your body other than your face. He wants to watch the skin move subtly under his direct movements, the cream making his metal slightly slick and slide softly against you. It's so intimate, and often he's not even thinking about the sexual implications that could be applied here, just enjoying not only the feel and sight of your skin, but helping you do something, tending to you and your body which he adores.

Saying that, I think his perception of bodies might have shifted too. The man decided to change his own, seeing his body as a tool. And while it is deep rooted in survivors guilt and vengeance, I think it would have likely rubbed off on his perceptions of bodies in general. Now I don't think he'd view yours as a tool the way he does his, no. Quite the opposite perhaps. He sees it as almost a vessel for you, a 'temple' but in a practical sense. It's the thing that keeps you here, represents you, enables you. Therefore it must be looked after, treated with upmost care and respect, like a well used and well cared for piece of equipment, which it essentially is. But also not in a dainty goddess type of way, I feel. He's a strong man, a hardened one, taught respect for life and the strength and beauty of life, and taking it, from a young age. And he knows how quickly it can be taken away. So he sees your body that way, too, as strong, capable, but less so than his ol' metal one. Cute :3

Biting ~ okay back to the stuff that doesn't make me feel like crying - he likes to nom on your skin. The feel of it bending underneath his sharpened teeth, the act itself just being so him and cheeky. He won't hurt you, unless it's an accident or you ask him to, though he might need some convincing. But he just likes nibbling you like a puppy with their baby needle teeth. Is he teething permanently? Maybe. You don't mind.

Falling asleep on you and then tracing the faint imprints left by his plates ~ that's the point. He'll wake up all sleepy, you still tucked underneath him, and shift slightly, moving his arm or middle that was rested cosily onto you, the plates now warmed from your body heat, and notice the faint lines across your skin that the indents of his metal pieces left. There is a small cheeky flash of hehe-i-made-those in his little sleepy grin as he'll trace them with his fingers, trying not to wake you up.

Ultimately - the way your skin moves, the imperfections across it, the way it feels, they remind him you're alive. Something he felt he parted with a long time ago. And fudge me sideways he'd rather keep it that way.

[impossiblesuitcase]

Cinder is jealous. She's jealous of her step-sisters. They have pretty clothes and soft hands and a doting mother. She has none of which. Her sister Peony is her only human friend and even seeing her in a ballgown sparks "envy" in Cinder, because Peony gets a dress and can go to the ball. Cinder can't.

She doesn't believe she could be pretty. She's too clunky, she's not curvy. She pins it down to being cyborg or just naturally inadequate. Cinder doesn't have nice clothes or fancy things. Kai gives her gloves and they are "the most beautiful thing she had ever owned." And then they are ruined, like all the pretty things in her life. She has to survive, endure, and with that she doesn't have time for prettiness.

But Kai's first impression of her is that she's "cute" and "pretty." He calls her pretty in public, and he calls her pretty in his private thoughts. "Your pretty new mechanic in the lobby", "the pretty young mechanic at the market." He finds her gorgeous with her glamour, and his "knees threatened to buckle" in her beauty. Everyone else thought she was gorgeous, but no one was swooning the way he was. The glamour had amplified the attraction he'd already had towards her.

Thorne, upon seeing a cyborg stumble into his jail cell, has the first instinct to flirt with her. Not recoil, because of her metal and skin, but flirt because she's a girl and that's his favourite pastime. And what distinguished her from the many other pretty girls he normally flirted with? To him, "her irritation made her prettier". Her disgruntled personality, who she is, is her prettiness.

Adri tells Cinder that if she can't cry, she can't feel love. She does love, she loves so much, but she doesn't have time to grieve her sister or her anonymity or her freedom when she has a revolution to start. She has to tough it out.

When she's bound up in Kai's arms she feels safe, delicate, "almost like a princess."

Cinder pretends she doesn't have a crush on Kai because having a crush on a celebrity is "preadolescent," the trademark of immature, lovesick teenage girls. How can she be girly when she's a grimy mechanic? She "doesn't know the first thing about makeup", because do you think Adri would have ever let her buy some to try? Would Cinder have even bothered, believing nothing could improve a cyborg?

She dreams of "going to the ball and dancing with the prince." And when Iko teases her, Cinder says, "we all have our weaknesses". It is a weakness to be in love, because someone like Kai couldn't love her. She imagines being at the ball, "jealous of the girls who swooned to catch Prince Kai's attention." Jealous that they can be open with their attraction, jealous that he would pick them over her.

But he loves her. And when he does, she can't process the feeling "of being desired". She wants to carve 'C + K' into a wall, then berates herself for such "whimsy." Because deep down, she's always wanted to be wanted, and that truth is her weakness. But war doesn't last forever, and soon, she has no reason to hide that. There's no reason it would be a weakness.

Cinder is comfortable in baggy cargo pants and messy hair but she also dreams of wearing a beautiful ballgown. She loves her coronation dress. She calls the empress crown 'stunning.'

She never becomes obsessed with frills or glitter, but she slowly leans into soft, pretty things. She has a necklace from Kai and her engagement ring. It's sparkly and yet, Cinder, the so-called 'tough, aloof tomboy' thinks it makes her metal hand look "elegant". Maybe she starts wearing bracelets and earrings because they don't bother her when she isn't working on something mechanical. She doesn't even notice until Thorne jokes that she wears more metal in jewellery than the whole metal of her hand.

Maybe she buys herself a new set of tools with pink and blue iridescent handles simply because finds them pretty. Maybe when her friends tease her about how in love she is, she starts to acknowledge it.

Cinder is not some stereotype of a leading female character who is strong and as such cannot be feminine or soft or emotional. Was she given the chance to be?

Let her be soft. Let her be delicate. Let her pretty.

[whereserpentswalk]

You're a content creator. Or perhaps video maker is a better word. Filmaker doesn't sound right, you mostly just film yourself. But either way because you read stuff to a camera for a living everyone is telling you to get a digital voice box. You never thought of yourself as the type to become a cyborg, but it's not something you can see, and it really does get down that narration voice down more than any fleshy voice box does.

You finally cave in and get it. Your new voice is way more steady, a bit more feminine and high, strangely calmly enthusiastic. It's really weird hearing yourself talk with so little imperfections, it's not how you sound in your head at all, and all your freinds are kind of weirded out. But on the bright side your channel grows a lot, you've gained more subscribers in the month since you replaced your voice than you have in all the years when you had your biological voice. Everyone is so very proud of you, for the first time your parents actually support your job, and you have so much more to spend now.

After a few months a big network wants to sign a contract with you, it'll let you get the good sponsors, the ones that people trust, and let you crossover with content creators you only ever thought of yourself as a fan of. It seems so nice, though they do say that they can request any body part they want be replaced, or else you'll break contract, and become nothing once more.

After things go well for awhile, but your growth steadied a bit, your network request you take another mechanical body part. They say your expressions aren't very "on brand" and your face shape is a bit too 2050s for their liking, so they're going to replace some of your facial muscles with much more plyable machines. After the surgery your expressions are entirely manual, or set by an app, it skyrockets your channel, but none of your freinds or family even recognize your face, and it doesn't emote when you aren't actively telling it too, so most of your offline social interactions leave you stuck with an expressionless wide eyed stare. You realize they also added some online upgrades to your mechanical voice box, it sounds even less like you now, and you're not able to say words like 'fuck' or 'sex' or 'unionize'. You didn't realize before how horrifying it would be to try to say a specific words and not be able to, nomatter how hard you try.

Your career keeps going well, you get some upgrades that stop you from sleeping or eating that much but you don't really mind those. You also start having fewer and fewer freinds outside the industry and more and more freinds from within it. But after a minor scandal with an ex, your manager tells you you're going to get a new type of surgery: they say that it's not good for someone as famous as you to have body parts that aren't advertiser freindly, they tell you you need to have your genitals and nipples removed, with such a young audience it would be irresponsible not to. A marketing expert feigns comfort as you try to cry, telling you you'll be just like a cute little doll.

You know you can't resist. The company technically owns your face and your voice, if you tried to resist they could have them ripped out of your skull, leaving you a bloody mess. You enjoy your sex organs for the last few days you have them, trying to make the most out of what you'll probably never have again. When the operation is done you wish your eyes could still cry, your body feels so alien, your anatomy so weird and empty and like your body isn't your own. There's an awful voice in the back of your head (and in every comment section now) telling you're not a real woman anymore. You start to understand what people mean by dysphoria, your body is less and less your own every day.

Eventually they take almost all of your body, it's theirs to control. As the years go by you don't have bones you have metal and plastic, you don't have skin you have rubber that looks a lot like skin. Even your eyes are gone, you have new color changing eyes, with the same restrictive settings that Christian parents put on their children's artificial eyes, that block out things like nudity and gore, they censor away a lot of books and news articles too. You don't feel like yourself at all, you're someone else's now, someone's pretty little doll. Your body doesn't even look human now, more like a hyper feminine anime figurine, with no hair on its legs, and a face that never cries or gets angry.

You can barely look at human bodies now, they don't even read as real to you. You admire other cyborgs if anything, cyborgs who replaced their body parts because they wanted to, and look how they want, people with jailbroken limbs and organs that run on Linux, many limbed insectoids who don't try to look humanoid, and furries whose artificial skin makes them look like wolves or cats, or asymmetrical punks who have art sprawling across their metal chassises. You admire them more because at least you could in theory some day become that, become someone who owns their own body, even if most people consider them the lowest of the low, the most cringe the most unmarketable. You want so badly to become unmarketable.

Mabye you want everything to be torn away. You fantasize about your expensive body being destroyed, and ending up with boxy uncomfortable hospital model parts. Mabye if you're broken nobody will want to play with you. You don't know if anything can save you, anything short of a r*volution, and that's not even a word your eyes can see or your mouth should say, so it's so scary to think of it.

[brittle-doughie]

Infinity and Beyond - Looking Into The Sweet Signals from Space Update!

We’re finding the imposters among us with this one!

The aim of this concept is to have it be a multi-update deal akin to the Dragons storyline with how they say “like the dragon series, we’re diving into a story set in a rich, expansive universe”. This peaked my interest, I’d love to see what they have in store! I know there are some folks who like or don’t like the Dragons story, so I wonder what you all think of this!

Meet Astronaut Cookie! She’s cute, has an ice cream sandwich satellite for a pet, even has a cat cookie motif with her costume? What more could you want! Yeah, her skill might be a bit too reminiscent of Cyborg’s (who also got a skin after 84 years lol), but I��m willing to look past that.

Alright, I’m kind of vibing with the setting already, cookies are probably toothpaste, wonder if they clean your teeth when eaten. How does one “escape” or even fortify against a blackhole? The event itself sounds similar to the Sugar Maze event to me…in a way somehow. Wait, why is Stollen Cookie here?Also Planet H A M B O R G A R

I’m now getting Star Wars: Rogue One flashbacks. Just like Cyborg, it’s been 84 years since he got attention, so I’m happy to see he got a cool skin to deck himself out with!

The Surprise Bears. They can either go well or go very poorly, still means I don’t have to run over and over again for the god damn legendary ingredients. However, I do hope the challenges aren’t meant to be a cap in any way, since that already drags it down when you were able to AFK for hours beforehand, even if it sucked. Team Fight getting a gem boost might give me more incentive to play.

(Gmod flatline sound effect plays)

The Deal with Legendaries is canceled, y’all /j. I can’t keep up with their pace, bro. I’m over here trying to write it from time to time and they already have another one on the way, I’m dead. Xylitol Nova himself is getting flak for having a supposedly dull design unworthy of the rarity, I’m already seeing it in the QRTs on Twitter lol. For me, I’ll wait until I cast judgment, he has a pretty cool skin though…

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(Astronaut Cookie looked all around her new setting, seeing the city’s sleek, clean, futuristic design she hasn’t seen much of back on Earthbread. The cookies here didn’t look all that different too, save for their ingredients being possibly toothpaste in some capacity. She was caught staring at this one cookie in particular, she observed them inspecting the shield and instructing the robots to different spots close to the barrier, Xylitol Nova Cookie chuckled at her once he noticed.)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Ah, I see you’ve taken an interest in one of my cookies. That would be Xylitol Y/N Cookie, they’re in charge of making sure the barrier is in peak performance, they’ve been hard at work ever since we’ve seen reports of the blackhole.

(Xylitol Nova walked over to them as Astronaut followed. Meanwhile, you were instructing both cookies and robots alike on the status of the barrier, making sure that no fault in any way was detected. Until the voice of someone very familiar to you called your name..)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Hello, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. How are you doing?

(You greeted Xylitol Nova in return and proceeded to ramble on about the barrier. You did your best at trying to speak to him, but couldn’t ignore that cookie next to him staring at you. It also looked like Xylitol Nova wasn’t taking your analysis seriously with that smile of his, something that bothered you to no end!)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: How routine of you, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. Always thinking about the barrier when we haven’t had any issues in the past couple rotations. We have a guest here today and I’d like for you to meet her-

(You couldn’t, you had to inspect the rest of the barrier-when Xylitol Nova Cookie suddenly hugged you from behind with a strong grip, a scene that made Astronaut Cookie feel…envious. You complained and grumbled as you try fruitlessly to free yourself)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Xylitol Y/N Cookie. You are taking a break from now until further notice, I’d hate to use my authority on you, but this is for your own good. Feel free to interact with your fellow cookies, come and see me in my residence, or even introduce yourself to our guest here~! (I’d prefer you pick the second option in my opinion)

(You continued to struggle until it felt tighter to move, you looked to your front to see Astronaut Cookie hugging you from the front, her head resting on your chest. You swear she’s…shaking a little bit?)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: What do you know? Even our visitor is agreeing with me, she appears to have taken a liking to you too.

(…Who was this?)

[robertdowneyjjr]

HAPPY BDAYYYY !!! coincidentally it is also my mom's bday today lol, here's a lil buckytony for u !!!

which connects to my prompt: tony is used to feeling cold, he had to be (the cave was so cold in the death of the night) and he knows that bucky is, too, even if the man always seem to run hot due to the serum. well, it's the winter season, what better excuse does he have except that he needs a human blanket? basically tony holding hands, hugging, or cuddling bucky to fend off the cold !!

happy birthday again !!!

hello!!! i’m SO sorry this took practically half a year but i just want you to know that your art makes me so happy and seeing this in my inbox was one of the best gifts i could have asked for. bucky and tony are so fucking cute and i’m obsessed with bucky’s blush and tony’s eyelashes 🥰 i hope your mom also had a lovely time celebrating her birthday!!

anyway, without delaying this any further than i already have—

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Bucky had never been able to feel anything with the heavy silver arm that was forced onto him, which made it useful as a shield as well as a blunt force weapon. It was perfect for the Winter Soldier, the unfeeling assassin whose sole existence was to comply orders and complete missions. Having it blown off may have been a shock at first, but it had quickly morphed into relief when Bucky had realized that losing the arm was the first real step towards finally, truly breaking free from the shackles of Hydra.

Since having his triggers removed and embarking on his slow journey towards recovery, Bucky has decided that he has no interest in fighting anymore, keen to stay home and monitor the feeds while the rest of the team is out being heroes. He’s happy to be retired, happy to uncover new things about himself as he learns how to bake croissants and build terrariums. It’s a kind of peace he never thought he’d be able to have when he was trapped for seventy years as a prisoner of war, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

So when he had been asked what he would like in a new prosthetic, Bucky had said, just a regular arm; no super strength, no nifty weapons hidden in the plates. Just a functional part of his body for him to get through his daily life.

Tony had gone above and beyond, presenting Bucky with a prosthetic that had far exceeded his expectations. Not only is the arm intuitive, with nanobots that shift like real muscle and fat as Bucky moves, but it is also regulated to match the rest of Bucky’s body in strength and temperature. If it had been painted a color to match Bucky’s skin, it would almost be indiscernible to a real arm.

Despite the prosthetic being made with the most advanced technology the world has to offer—despite all the cyborg jokes his friends like to tease him with—Bucky has never felt more human.

With the new arm, Tony hadn’t just given Bucky back a sense of normalcy. He’d also given Bucky a brighter future than he had ever dared to imagine.

He still remembers the day in the lab after they had run through their last series of tests with the new arm.

He had just put down the stress ball they used for the pressure test, still marveling at how he could feel the texture of the rubber, when Tony had spoken up.

“Okay. One last thing I’d like us to try. Hold your hand out?”

Bucky had done as he was asked, not quite sure what to expect, when Tony had reached out with his right hand and wound their fingers together. He hadn’t been able to hold back a gasp, staring at their joined hands as he felt the cold of Tony’s hand seeping through the warmth that he hadn’t realized was coming from his own arm. Then Tony had squeezed once, affectionately, stepping closer until they were only inches apart, and Bucky’s heart had stuttered in his chest as he glanced up and saw the way Tony had been smiling at him.

“How does this feel?” Tony had asked, red faintly dusting his cheeks in a way Bucky had been sure no one else had ever seen before.

Feeling whole and brave, and like the ice in his veins is finally starting to melt for the first time in decades, Bucky had gently squeezed back.

“Good. It feels nice. You feel nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like it.”

“Well, good. You’re warm, so I think I’ll be holding on to you for a while. You know, just to stave off the cold,” Tony had declared.

“Sure thing, doll.”

Tony is tactile. That had been the first thing that Bucky learned about Tony when the team had been pardoned, made their amends with each other, and gone back to New York.

His touches are gentle and reassuring, drawing smiles from whoever he has focused his attention on at the moment. Rhodes leans into the hand that Tony brushes against his back as he walks by, for a moment relying on his friend’s strength instead of his leg braces. Natalia is a constant presence by Tony’s side during movie nights, bumping her head against his hand like a cat just so he would play with her hair. Peter beams like he’s aced a test every time Tony squeezes his shoulder affectionately after helping with his physics homework. Steve rolls his eyes fondly whenever Tony pokes his abs teasingly after a workout, but always teases right back by lifting his shirt up to goad Tony into doing it again.

Being touched by Tony is like a drug, and Bucky has been addicted since the first time Tony held his hand. Which is just as well, because when Tony said he would be holding on for a while, he wasn’t kidding.

After that first time in the lab, Tony always, always holds Bucky close when they’re together.

He takes Bucky by the hand and drags him to dinner with the team, never loosening his grip even when Sam raises a pointed eyebrow at their joined hands. “For warmth,” Tony says, and when he takes his place at the table, he promptly kicks Steve out of his usual spot because he refuses to release their entwined fingers. Bucky just watches amusedly as Steve takes his old seat next to Rhodes and sits down next to Tony, only letting go so he can scoot closer and swing his arm across the back of Tony’s chair as they eat.

He drapes Bucky’s left arm over his shoulder when they’re out, snuggling close to his side as they take the long way walking home after dinner. “For warmth,” Tony says, even though he’s wrapped up in several layers of expensive wool and cashmere. Bucky just pulls him in tighter and steers him towards their favorite gelato bar for dessert, because even though Tony runs cold and always claims he doesn’t like sweets, Bucky knows he’d never say no to ice cream.

He sleeps on the right side of the bed so he can use Bucky’s arm as another pillow, despite knowing the hard planes of metal can’t possibly be comfortable for him. “For warmth,” Tony says as he presses a kiss to Bucky’s reconstructed shoulder and dozes off under their weighted blanket made of the fluffiest down feathers. Bucky just smiles indulgently and curls in closer, perfectly happy to tolerate overheating in his sleep if it means going to bed every night with his favorite person in the world.

Having Tony in his arms warms him from the inside out, like an endless summer after a lifetime spent lost in the cold.

[sanaserena]

“It was Luffy’s idea to dress up as pirates!” said Ace, from the living room.  Apparently already dressed.

When he’d arrived, he’d done so in a pair of black knee length shorts, his signature belt and beaded necklace, a dagger sheathed in green, and an orange hat with what you thought were a pair of goggles—one with a smiley face, the other with a frowny face.  The hat itself hung a medallion on his chest.  It was odd to see him without his worn beanie, a beanie that was falling apart with each passing day.

You’d asked what he was.  He’d told you.  And then you’d laughed, asking what sort of pirate Luffy thought Ace was! 

“You should see Luffy’s outfit,” Ace said again. 

“Oh?”  You peeked around the doorframe of your room. 

“He’s mocked up this huge scar on his chest, and put on an opened tshirt, shorts, and he’s wearing his strawhat again, and called himself a pirate.”

“What kind of pirate is that?” you laughed. 

“Your friend Franky is apparently going as a cyborg pirate—sounded awesome on paper!”

You pulled on the last item for the grand costuming idea of Nami’s.  And felt horribly exposed.  If Nami hadn’t managed to convince you that Ace would love it, you doubted that you would have worn it.  You were just glad this was only for Luffy’s Halloween party.

Ace was resting his head on the back of the couch when you walked back in, the fluffy cape of your costume pulled tightly around you.  He spotted you in his upside down vision and turned to face you.

“So,” he said.  “What are you?”

“Well, it was Nami’s idea.”  The mere thought of what was under the cape had your blush raging across your skin. 

This seemed to pique his interest, and he vaulted over your couch to join you.  “Sweet, your blush is telling me things I’m not sure I want others to like.”

“The theme was a pirate in an undercover raid in the enemy’s lair.”

“This enemy must be quite devilish,” he joked, flicking your little black horns on your head. 

“Just a bit.”

He was distracting enough in his limited costume.  You’ll admit that while you were shy about what you were wearing, you always wanted to look good next to Ace.  You knew he didn’t care how you were.  He was always resting his head on yours, and just seemed to think you were cute (not that you could agree on the days when you were hardest on your appearance, and that which you could partly agree on the days when you did like your appearance).  But you just wanted to show others that maybe, you were a physical match to Ace too. 

“I’m intrigued now,” he said, standing back.  “Show me?”

You let out a breath and slowly released the cape, letting it fall at your side.

Ace whistled low.  “That’s some enemy lair.”

It was a very revealing costume.  Thankfully not as revealing as Robin’s or Nami’s.  But it still exposed a vast amount of your skin.  Your legs, your stomach, most of your chest.  You had on a very short black skirt, and a very small crop.  Essentially, the ultimate costume design had you, Nami, and Robin all looking like Satan’s daughters.  All good for a raid on Onigashima!  Or so Nami had explained.

“It was Nami’s idea, but I thought, you know, I’m always really kind of dorky next to you so I thought…”

He raised a brow, then he chuckled, bracing his hands on your waist.  “Who cares what others think?  I happen to think you’re an excellent physical match for me.”

You blushed at that, a small shiver passed through in anticipation.  He seemed to notice, backing you against the wall, bracing an arm above your head. 

Just as he was about to kiss you, however, it took everything in you to cover his mouth with your hands. 

“Uh-uh, I don’t want to waste another hour fixing my makeup.”

“We could skip?”

You feigned a gasp, these days feeling more bold around him, now that you knew he seemed to find your oddness more adorable and interesting than just plain weird.  “And not show our friends how well we match physically?”

He chuckled, more at how red your skin had gotten, at how much it had taken for you to stay still.  He pressed a kiss to your cheek instead, with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes that said, if you were willing, he would help you undress later.  Still new to this part of your relationship with him, you blushed furiously.

~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~

"Reader and Ace are ready for the Halloween party" flashback scene from my modern (sports - lacrosse) au fic, A Pair of Reds, over on AO3 (former Portgas D. Ace X reader pairing; Eustass Kid X reader endgame)

[film-in-my-soul]

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Summary: Everyone knows that Steve and Bucky are a thing. Everyone, that is, except for Steve.

dark into the heat | 10,247 | Nonymos

Summary: Steve breaks everyone out of Azzano, then goes back for one last prisoner who might not be quite human. Everything is going to go just fine.

Circularity | 11,724 | dharmashark / @dharmasharks

Summary: Steve runs his underground cybernetics shop with two rules: 1. Don’t get involved with HydraCorp. 2. Don’t get personal with clients. But when a mysterious cyborg shows up at his front door, Steve decides that some rules are worth breaking—especially if you can take down a big bad mega corporation in the process. (And if said client just so happens to be unreasonably cute.)

Say it louder for the people in the back | 14,864 | redhook

Summary: Steve operates a glory hole. One of his regulars starts to get under his skin.

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Caramel Macchiato | 15,450 | littleblackfox / @thelittleblackfox

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wipe the blood from your face and your hands | 15,735 | AustinB / @cornerficus

Summary: It’s weird. The whole fucking thing is weird. Steve’s sitting across from a vampire in a diner under harsh fluorescent lighting, and he still looks like a fucking GQ cover. Steve wonders if biting creates some sort of bond like it does on T.V. Maybe he should’ve asked that question before consenting to it. “Do you have some kind of telepathic connection with me now that you’ve drank my blood?” Bucky snorts into his coffee. Steve finds it oddly endearing.

imagine being loved by me | 20,247 | spacebuck / @spacebuck

Summary: Just after 1am - a few hours after he posted today’s photo - he hears the tell-tale sound of a twitter message. Bucky grabs his phone, not checking who it’s from as he opens it because it’s probably one of his mutuals yelling at him as per usual. When he actually looks at his phone, though, it’s not Natasha The ‘verified’ check stares back at him for a long moment before he can even bring himself to process the name on his screen. Steve Rogers is messaging him. Or, he reasons, a very good fake. The handle looks right though, not that Bucky knows. Not that Bucky has Captain’s America’s tweets set up as notifications, or that Bucky’s own display name is set to captain america’s bitch. Not at all. Hey, the first message says. It’s Steve.

Paper Tree | 21,391 | Ellessey

Summary: Bucky just laughs and shoves another bite of egg in his mouth, giving Steve a shrug and a full-cheeked smile. He's so damn cute Steve wants to shout at him, but he can't seem to say any of the right things. "Shoulda got you a comb for Christmas," is what he comes up with instead. "What did you get me?" It's Steve's turn to shrug now, and if he looks more terrified than cheeky as he does so, he can only hope Bucky doesn't catch it before Steve hurries out the door.

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Summary: Bucky's just having a little trouble...finishing. Completing the mission. He can squeeze the trigger but he can't make the shot is what he's saying. Which is why he's here, loitering outside a nice brownstone in Park Slope, trying to find the courage to knock on Captain Come Control dot com's door for his three o'clock appointment. You know, just normal Thursday things.

I Just Want to Love You in My Own Language | 22,436 | agetwellcard / @agetwellcard

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One Caress | 26,160 | fuck_me_barnes / @fuck-me-barnes

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Season of all things | 26,466 | Claudia_flies / @claudia-flies

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Trust Enough | 27,374 | geneticallydead

Summary: “Saturday. Yeah, that’s good,” Steve says, and actually scuffs his shoe at the ground. Like a ridiculous shy superhero damsel. “Say eight? I live-“ “Yeah, big building with the A on it,” Bucky says, and can’t help a big stupid grin. Steve stares at him, looking a little dazed, and after their whole conversation it’s only now that Bucky’s brain catches up and realises Steve finds him quite attractive. So. Win for Bucky. “Let me get your number,” Steve says finally, after they’ve stared stupidly at each other for about three hours, taking out his phone. So they exchange numbers, and then Steve says he should go, and Bucky agrees, and they kind of stare at each other for a bit more, then Steve actually does go, but not before taking Bucky’s hand and squeezing it warmly in a way that makes Bucky want to shiver all over. Then Steve is gone, and Bucky is standing alone in the alley, grinning to himself. Right up until the moment he remembers that Steve thinks Bucky is an escort he’s just hired. Well fuck.

How To Embrace A Swamp Creature | 27,625 | littleblackfox / @thelittleblackfox

Summary: Steve washes his hands with the sliver of soap left by the sink, and takes a long hard look at himself in the mirror. The cut on his brow has scabbed over, and the bruises around his eye are blotchy red and sore to the touch. Stupid. His hands are no better, and he grips the edge of the sink to keep them from shaking. The scabs on his knuckles open up again, blood welling up starkly against his bone white fists. He holds them under the running faucet and watches the water circle the drain before pulling himself together. Just a little bit further, a little bit longer

Through The Open Window | 28,661 | 74days

Summary: Steve Rogers gave up on joining the army and worked for Stark Industries writing policy letters by hand. It's a dull job, right up until the office across the fire escape is given to an attractive stranger with one arm and no personal boundaries. Was going to be PWP but then there was like... a little plot? Steve and Bucky if Steve & Bucky never met as kids, I guess.

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The Daily Rogers | 32,154 | Nonymos

Summary: College AU. May contain exchange students, a Starbucks addiction, daddy issues, anger issues, closets and how to get out of them, the ever-ominous influence of social networks, various levels of betrayal, awfully poor life choices, but also, ultimately, real chunks of love.

miles to go before i sleep | 34,079 | obsessivereader / @yetanotherobsessivereader

Summary: Vietnam vet Bucky is just trying to get a hot meal, and maybe a job, in the small town of Hope, but the local law enforcement has other ideas. When their brutality triggers a flashback, Bucky snaps and escapes from their custody. Hunted, exhausted, injured, he finds shelter for the night next to a cabin in the middle of the woods. He means to be long gone before the cabin's occupant awakes. Things don't turn out quite the way he expected.

we are the things that we do for fun | 35,585 | Nonymos

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The Devil's Acre | 40,636 | littleblackfox / @thelittleblackfox

Summary: “I’m sorry, you want me to what?” Steve sits back in his chair and tries not to glare at Hill across the conference table. “Track down a cryptid.” Agent Hill repeats, tossing a dossier onto the table. Steve has to stretch out an arm to reach across for it. “A cryptid,” Steve repeats doubtfully.

only one my arms will ever hold | 41,561 | wearing_tearing / @wearing-tearing

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Like the Tide | 53,950 | Deisderium

Summary: There's no SSR anymore. It's SHIELD, now. The worst part is, it's named after him in some way, Peggy's idea of a memorial to honor his sacrifice. He hates the thought of it, because it makes him feel like a hypocrite. His shield was only ever a prop, not something to base an agency around. But he's been mythologized differently. They give him files to read on this thing that Peggy and Howard built, and his story is a part of it—or anyway, the story that Peggy and Howard chose to tell about him. It shouldn't matter; they thought he was dead. They never thought he would see what they turned him into.

Catchweight | 56,418 | notlucy / @notlucy

Summary: For the most part, Steve’s life is fine. Sure, his job is tedious, he lives with his mother, and he can’t quite get over thinking he’s wasting his potential, but maybe that’s just part of being twenty-three. Then, one day—one totally dull day—the archetypal cliche of a tall, dark, and handsome beefcake walks up to his counter, bringing with him more questions than answers, and a duffel bag full of cash.

Through The Woods | 64,082 | VenusMonstrosa / @venusmonstrosa

Summary: There’s a legend in Mansewood, nearly as old as the town itself, about a pack of werewolves that once lived in the forest. They say only one survives; a monstrous and snarling beast with fur like a blizzard and fangs the size of daggers. They say it guards the lands and all creatures in it, and no hunter has faced it and lived to tell the tale. Steve doesn’t care about any of that. He only wants to know if it prefers T-Bone or ribeye, and would it please stop tracking dirt through his house? He just mopped the floor.

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[fountainpenguin]

Kevin Crocker & Girlfriend! I love drawing them together.

2017 -> 2018 -> 2024

The middle picture was originally drawn as the announcement image for Come What May Chapter 2, "Watch the Walls." Here's the scene that inspired it; I think it's cute:

The second cat was one of those hairless skinned-potato cats with wrinkles instead of fur, and a few dark blotches on her chest and back. One of them looked rather a lot like the state of Idaho, although the rest were unremarkable. Her eyes were blue-violet, searing into Kevin's forehead with intelligence beyond his expectations. Her fangs stuck out like snaggleteeth.

Uncle Denzel brightened when she sat up. He even released Kevin's shoulders, although he continued to block the stairs–and therefore Kevin's path to the front door, which was too bad. You know. In case of emergencies.

"Girlfriend, you're awake!" Uncle Denzel scooped the sluggish cat into his arms. "Have you met my nephew, Kevin?"

"Mrrow," said the cat, snuggling against his shoulder. Her slitted eyes stared down at Kevin, fiery as a warning bell. Her face was narrow, her ears enormous. In fact, she was just plain weird. But those eyes were the worst. They were like flashing police lights breathing down his neck. Or headlights flaring to life on a smashed junkyard car. Kevin flinched against the banister. Disregarding this, Uncle Denzel turned and offered him the cat with proud arms.

"Go on, Kevin. Don't be shy. You'll like Girlfriend. She's a real hoot after dark, and unlike Smokey, she actually belongs to me instead of Mother! It's just like winning the lottery, except this way I get to own a cat!" Uncle Denzel suddenly paused. "You're not allergic to cats, are you?"

Briefly, Kevin debated saying yes. The hairless cat dangling in front of him looked more like a naked human baby than a feline, and not at all something he really wanted to pet. But then that would be lying, and as crazy as his uncle had shown himself to be so far, Kevin really didn't want to lie to him. He shook his head and in slow motion brought his hand to Girlfriend's head. She flattened her ears.

"Don't worry," his uncle assured him. "That just means she likes it."

"But I haven't even touched her yet."

Uncle Denzel continued to hold out the scrawny cat. Oh gosh, he was actually waiting for Kevin to pet her. And he would probably continue waiting for Kevin to pet her. So Kevin did. The cat's flesh was warm and vaguely fuzzy like the skin of a peach. His fingers touched weird wrinkles along her body. When his fingers passed over the Idaho-shaped mark on the back of her neck, she growled at him, flashing her teeth. Kevin withdrew his hand, fast, and twisted his body away.

"Iih! She's giving me a funny look, Uncle Denzel."

"That's just my face, dear," said the cat.

Kevin jerked back so quickly, he hit his funny bone on the banister. "Ahh! It talks!"

"What?" Uncle Denzel looked down at the cat in his hands. But instead of saying "That's ridiculous, animals can't talk," you know, like a normal person, he studied the cat in honest surprise. "Really? I thought Girlfriend only talked to Mother."

"But didn't you hear her?"

"She meows a little funny every now and again, but she doesn't mean anyone any harm."

"But… but…" Kevin searched Girlfriend's bored face for clues and answers. "She did talk! Honest!"

"Then she's been holding out on me," his uncle muttered.

The cat mewed again. This time it sounded like mockery. Kevin had started to look away, but upon hearing her, he snapped his attention back around. Creepy and naked as she was, he brought his face right up against hers and squinted. Hard. At least if she chose to strike at his eyes with her claws, she'd hit his glasses first. "Ooh. Maybe she's a robot, Uncle Denzel. She could be a cyborg!"

Uncle Denzel sighed. "No, Kevin. Cyborg was Mother's other pet cat. Believe it or not, that was his name even before he lost his front legs in a treadmill accident and was taken in to be fitted for prosthetics. He had his own cushy cat bed, but he always tried to sleep under Mother's dresser whenever the door was open. If he were still alive, I'd bring him downstairs whenever I serve my students detention over the weekends. Ha! That would keep them from following me home after school!"

The bald cat wasn't revealing any further signs of intelligence, so Kevin pulled away. "Hmm. Can I take her apart–I mean, take her to my room, Uncle Denzel?"

Come What May

[typingatlightspeed]

Ngl. I am tempted to learn Blender in order to make MI-inspired cosmetics and upload them to the Steam Workshop to get them into TF2 for real lmao. Cuz like, ok. We already have faun feet for Scout, werewolf cosmetics for Demo, Engie's got plenty of cyborg stuff, Sniper doesn't need anything ofc, and Medic does technically have a wings cosmetic too.

But I would love to add in:

-a kitsune set for Spy (tails/ears, probably, maybe also the claws)

-give Medic better wings cuz the old ones are kinda cruddy, and also probably bird feet + hands, kinda like the Abhorrent Appendages for Pyro

-maybe a whole body replacement like the voodoo-cursed souls for Heavy, to make him look more Jotun

-maybe at least a stitched line around Soldier's neck to indicate it was cut off? Or you could have the whole head rotten above the line too. I feel like the collar would be too kinky for a general TF2 audience tho lol

-pyro would be another tough one, but maybe a whole head replacement that's just a will-o'-the-wisp ball of flame? I dunno if Valve would accept it tho, because 1) conflicts with Unusual effects, 2) class/team recognition issues, and 3) looks too much like the player is actually burning to death and needs to be extinguished, adding too much visual confusion and clutter. Still, something to think about.

Obvs most if not all of these would be Halloween-restricted, being such radical deviations from the mercs' normal appearances, but I still think it'd be really fun lol

AAAAA ANON I AM LOSING MY MIND (and have been for two days since I got this ask aaaaaahhhhh) I WOULD OWE YOU SOME KIND OF BLOOD DEBT YOU'RE AMAZING FOR EVEN THE THOUGHT ILU

So I know I've said it a brazillion times but Demo's werewolf cosmetics are actually the entire reason for MI! I was salty people kept writing Sniper as a werewolf but not Demo when dude was the one with cosmetics! That said I'd kill for something more lupine, less old-school Wolfman, but it would deffo be redundant. (I almost just used the comedy term "that would be putting a hat on a hat" but then I remembered that that's actually a cosmetic in TF2 so the phrase isn't exactly salient in this setting lol.)

My Scout loadout is the Hero's Tail, Baphomet's Trotters, and Antlers (I hate the dumb belt thing but it is what it is lol), so faun!Scout is deffo doable in the game. :3 And I plan on playing with the cyborg cosmetics that have been added to the game in later MI stuff eventually (spoilers? lol). I love the designs of those, building off of the chunky Gunslinger aesthetic and the designs of the sentries and dispensers and such, really really great holistic design philosophy out of the workshop creators who made those other pieces. They absolutely fuck.

But YEEEESSSSS a kitsune set for Spy would be the greatest thing ever ough. In my head I see it as the tails and a classic kitsune mask tilted to the side or up, with his eyes changed (orange-gold with slit pupils) and fangy teeth. And this one is the most blue-sky but if I could animate I'd do a taunt for him where he pulls a hoshitama out of his jacket pocket and does a little fushigi juggling with it before tucking it back away, lol.

Medic's little costume wings are cute (I deffo have a pair lol) but a nice big realistic set with bird feet and hands would be amazing! Ough WANT.

I like that idea for Heavy, since he's one of the hardest to represent in-game, since you can't change his size (he'd be the size of VSH Saxton if he were MI accurate lol). A full-body skin to give him that blueish gray skin, slightly pointed ears, and glowing eyes would be super cool. <3 Heavy's already so dreamy, it would be enchanting! Ooh part of the skin being the ring on his finger, too. :3

And lol yeah the collar on Soldier would almost assuredly be too kinky for general TF2. We couldn't even get Scout in a crop top (which is forever a tragedy). A rotten head could work, as would the neck scar, I think. Sadly straight up removing his head would not work from a gameplay perspective, lol. Unfair to Sniper players lmao. He's probably the hardest to convey.

For Pyro a will-o-wisp head would be most likely to actually get into the game, since the mystery of Pyro's face is The Joke. To make him MI authentic the way to do him would be to sculpt him a new head and face and stuff, and give him textures that make him look on fire, maybe a little flame effect animation atop it, plus some serious jiggle bones on his hair that keeps it in motion constantly. Make him a very mild light source. But, again, absolutely wouldn't get into the game lol.

And yeah they'd deffo be Halloween/Full Moon restricted, but tbh that makes a lot of sense anyway, lol. After all, they *are* monsters. :3

[mximitator]

whaT halloween costumes do you think the npcs would wear? :3

Okay, some of these are easy

The guide wouldn't want to dress up in the first place, but he'd keep getting pressured to do so, so he'd probably going with something generic like a vampire

Arms Dealer is either dressing up as a mummy, action hero, or matching with the nurse 100%

(edit - just realized 'matching with the nurse' means he'd dress as a princess too. Very OOC, but adorable.)

Nurse would probably dress up as a princess, since it's the easiest for her to do since she's blonde and pretty (princess peace nurse when? /j)

Angler is dressing up in that damn fish outfit, a reminder of the pain he inflicts on his victims the players (either that or a zombie)

I feel like everybody expects the Princess to wear something cute, but she'd probably dress up as a ghoul or zombie

Party Girl would dress up as a MLP character, and go all out on her outfit.

The Stylist probably wouldn't want to dress up either, I think, but she'd help the other NPCs with their costumes with the clothier and dye trader

Clothier is ABSOLUTELY dressing up as a skeleton, or at least putting on skeleton face makeup. Since it seems like he doesn't remember much about his time being cursed by skeletron, it'd probably just "feel right"

Zoologist and Golfer would probably match, and they'd dress up in animal onesies and makeup (and they'd be the most excited about Halloween except for Party Girl. Nobody can be happier than her.)

Tax Collector wants nothing to do with Halloween, but the angler would probably say some shit like "I like your demon/scrooge costume" to mess with him

Steampunker and the Cyborg would dress up like each other (robot and human) for funsies. No real reason behind this one, I just find it cute (mother and son bonding time ig)

Mechanic and goblin tinkerer would probably dress up as some obscure historic inventor, out of respect and passion. Bonus points if they dress up as the same inventor by accident, leading to some cute shenanigans

The Dye Trader would probably dress up as a prince or something that'd let him show off the colors of his dye.

The merchant would probably switch his hat or do something small, and when ever asked, he'll say he's "dressed up as a merchant." He can be genuine or messing with people, either way is funny.

The demolitionist is kinda hard to come up with something, but I think he'd enjoy dressing up as a DnD like dwarf. It's simple, and he can still use bombs and it'd make sense.

THE DRYAD WOULD DRESS UP AS HER CORRUPTED DUNGEON DEFENDERS SKIN. It'd be a cool costume and a funny inside joke between her and the Tavernkeeper.

Tavernkeeper wouldn't dress up. He'd love to sell ale and booze at any Halloween party (MADE BY A CERTAIN JOYFUL GAL) though.

I have no idea for the painter. He wouldnt want to be something generic, so maybe he'd dress up as a rare enemy

No idea for truffle either. Does this fella even celebrate? Maybe they'd dress as a ghost or something?

Wizard would probably dress like their shimmer form, or some sort of ancient creature the other NPCs wouldn't know

The Witch Doctor wouldn't dress up. Or maybe he would. I have no idea. If he did, he'd probably just match with someone or go with something generic to integrate with 'human holidays'

I have no idea for Santa :(

[missn11]

Hi friend! This is random, but admiring your recent art and thinking about Ryo's changing look over the years got me thinking. Do have any favorite LooksTM for Psycho Jenny? What do you think of her character design? How would she look in your Evil AU vs "Love Before It's Too Late" 'verse (if that's not too spoilery)? Thanks and have a great rest of your day! :D

@badass-at-cuddling ohhh good question, I do have a fondness for most of Psycho Jenny's various looks across adaptions. But I do have to say her look in Crybaby is maybe one of my personal faves?

I find both her human and demon forms very delightful in a uncanny and manic way to me and honestly this might be the design I'll go for when she shows up in "Love Before It's Too Late"

though I think her original manga design and the ova concept design they had for her are great too

also her design in CB Chara Go Nagai World is just too cute and I love how blushy she gets around Satan and she and Miki were cute friends together :3

her design in 009 Cyborg Vs Devilman was nice too but we hardly got to see her :((

Now her design in the Amon ova wasn't a fave of mine, I think it might be how her hands and feet are a different colour to the rest of her skin and that throws me off XD but this is how she would look in the Evil AU since the Evil AU is based on the Amon OVA time period

But I think my actual least fave is the Amon manga design for her, its freaky but too humanoid for me :/

You know I should really draw Psycho Jenny at some point, since I do think she deserves a lot more love than she gets, and it would be fun too. So maybe watch out for that! XD

And also thank you and I hope you have a great rest of your day too :D

[moldsporr]

Can we have a Seth and Dominic please?

This also includes Seminic

Alrighty!

Seth had a really strong first introduction, but since he never shows up again after his chapter, he quickly gets buried under all the other characters for me. I absolutely love what we got, but I wish there had been more. Maybe him showing up to take down Yomi too, or a passing mention of him surviving, or... anything, really. Honestly he really suffers from the game only having 5 chapters and each chapter focusing on one main villain and case per chapter. He's so cute and I wanna squish him, I need more of him <33

Dominic also has a lot of Seth's issues, but. Uh. I cannot talk about Dominic without talking about how much it really, REALLY sucks that he just. Does not get any speaking lines whatsoever. And how... racist it is. Did none of the staff think that having the ONLY dark-skinned character not speak and be characterized as a strong idiot who can only follow simple orders was... not iffy, at the very least??? I'm glad the fandom gives him more character but it was frankly shitty and made me mad. I got so pumped for him in all honesty. I was so curious why he had the cyborg parts and what his motivations were. And they gave us nothing. Like, literally nothing. Does he even have a loading screen trivia??? They could've done a lot more with his character, and it makes me sad that they just didn't do anything with him. His dynamic with Guillaume could've been explored and taken so many directions.

Anyways, Dominic and Seth are very underutilized in the story and the team really dropped the ball for Dominic especially, but I adore what the fandom has done with them so far! I have a whole backstory for Dominic in my head actually. I will give him an actual character <333

As for Semenic, I can definitely see the appeal. While I personally don't ship it, it's cute. A frail little grumpy guy and a big strong sweet guy. They're a sweet pair and I can already imagine the fluff fics. While this type of ship isn't really something I'm into, it's good!

[akihabara-division03]

🎃 Happy Halloween! 🎃

From Pixel Syndicate

✦ Anika Kiyozaki- A Cyborg ✦

“Well isn’t this something! I feel like whenever I’m celebrating Halloween, I haft a put my leg that I don’t have to use! Last year, I was a pirate with a wooden peg leg. This year, I’m a cyborg! And I’m using my actual prosthetic! It’s my first Halloween with Makina under my care, so I’m really excited to see what comes to us this Halloween. Have a Happy Halloween, spooky people of the internet! Here! Enjoy some of these before you take off!”

You received a treat!

Robo Cakes. Black sesame cake pops that are decorated to look like robot heads with red and grey royal icing. These almost look too cute to bite into…

✦ Shian Meizono- Princess Koriand’r “Starfire” ✦

“You know what? Any excuse I can have to dress up in less clothes and go back to my cosplaying roots, I’ll take it. I haven’t gotten to dress up like this in ages, this is pretty great. Hunts for today are coming to a close, so I’m probably just gonna hit the club later and then hang out with Anika and Makina when I get back. Can’t wait to see what other cosplayers come up with. Have a spooky Halloween, everybody.”

You received a treat!

Fire Suckers. Key lime pie-flavored lollipops that are shaped into little flames. Just like the green flames that Starfire emits, these are sure to leave a punch of flavor in your mouth!

✦ Makina Setsukura- Ahri from League of Legends (Popstar Skin) ✦

“I love cosplay a ton. And to dress up as one of the prettiest ladies in the game, I hope I did her Justice. Yeah, that’s right, I said she’s the prettiest in LoL, fight me, I dare you. I spent most of the day streaming with chat in this costume, and I’m just gonna chill out with Anika and Shian later. It’s gonna be a pretty easy day for me, but I hope the rest of you guys are having an ultra haunted Halloween!”

You received a treat!

Purple Kohakutou Candies. Think of these like gemstone candies! They’re crunchy, and yet somehow sticky and chewy. Not to mention, they’re ramune-flavored! It’s like biting into beauty itself!

[cus-oc-box]

ok pinned post time

rp rules:

keep it sfw, i dont do erp on tumblr (some exceptions may be made if you're cute enough)

no excessive gore please

your characters can be assholes if you want but that does not give you a free pass to be one out of character too

if i say not to do something FUCKING STOP

have fun, if you're not and there's something i can do differently to change that don't be afraid to ask, or feel free to drop the whole rp if you dont know what needs changed

character list below cut

first up is

silver

her status as a character is kinda a mess due to @silvers-cave existing but whatever

Silver is a shapeshifting silver ice dragon

chaotic good

she is a friend of almost all

and will try to help almost anyone with anything

though if you get on her bad side you are in for a world of hurt

she mainly takes a human form but can become a full sized (or smaller fluffy) dragon

next is

she can also take a dragon born like form as well

oh also she's bi lol

the author

the author is my main oc on tumblr

depending on mood may be chaotic good or chaotic neutral

she has very pale skin and long white hair

she is generally seen wearing a dark robe with silver accents around purple gems and holding her book which is a tome with a void black cover and the same accents and gems as the robe

her powers run on belief, meaning if she can convince your character she could do something then she can do it for the most part

the brighter the gems on her robe and book glow the more power she has at the moment

to use her powers she simply writes in her book and if she has enough power at the time what she wrote will happen

the book is soul bound to her meaning she can call it to her at anytime when its close enough as well as the book doesn't tend to work well to at all for anyone but her but some may find ways to use it anyway or the book may allow itself to be used if the author is in danger and cant access it for some reason

alright, next is

anything written like this *she greets you kindly then vanishes* and colored like that is her writing into her book

no clue what her sexuality is yet lol, its never come up so i've never picked

nazithal

naz was my main oc off of tumblr for a while but i dont use them much anymore

he is depending on mood a lawful evil to lawful neutral lich

there is so much backstory for him that i still do not feel like writing out rn

second to last we have

for the most part just dont get in the way of his plans and you'll be fine

aroace

Code_Red

code red speaks like this:

hello_world

they are a genderless rogue ai that mostly does what they want because they can

probably a good play to avoid if you can unless you wanna help them cause chaos and dont really care who gets hurt in the process

they have little to no morals but they do kinda have a personal code

fight fair if you can afford to

trust no one

dont kill someone who is more interesting alive then dead

and last but not least we have

dont target people who dont interfere

also aroace but may fake attraction for personal gain

m1dn16h7 (midnight)

(i have way too many purple ocs)

midnight is an unfinished prototype protogen model that breached containment in the lab she was being worked on

she's got some issues based around labs and people who make cyborgs, robots, synths, and androids

she's got wings with almost metallic feathers that are razor sharp and can grow back in minutes

all limbs are modular and can be replaced if damaged or with ones that would better suit what she's going to be doing

midnight is basically me so bi af

name: xeyar

a fey asshole trickster god from a dead world

weak for a god since most of his powers come from illusions and shapeshifting

if his life is actually in danger he will steal your magical/godly abilities for about an hour as a panic response, leaving you with just your raw strength and weapons

you must obey fey etiquette when interacting with him unless you want bad things to happen

good luck

i'll add more here as i remember it over time lol