#cb!au red

[spectrum-studios]

THE AUS ARE DONE

The category is called ColorBlend!Au

Basically everyone acts like the one who got their color blended with!

[chipontherailroad]

Train to the coast? NAH! TRAINS ON THE COAST!

(This art makes absolutely no sense and I love it for that) ☀️🏐🚂🏖️

[sandgambler]

sorry for my mini hiatus, I’ve been dealing with some things

anyway here is CB and Electra as centaurs! Made CB a donkey cause they can be assholes and can fight horses, and Electra is a Zorse cause they’re cool and fancy, plus fun stripes for Electra!

[sunnydayaoe]

ghghg lookin to see if ya'll would like to see whiteboard shit as well bahaha.

[railzreceptive]

After the races and the big crash, C.B gets rebuilt, not much changed per his request. His now husband, Swindon, had a large hand in helping rebuild him.

[chaos-doodles-shit]

Hear me out guys: Wings of Fire x Starlight Express AU

[blue-inferno]

C.B and Elvis

[captainmvf]

Made this up last month for some peeps on Discord but here's the full deets:

Rusted Brakes Nutcracker AU

"Once upon a time in the land of toys and fantastical winters, was a little prince. The little prince loved playing with toy trains and loved to show them off. His mother warned him that boasting about his treasured trains made of gold and pearls would earn him the ire of other kingdoms but he did not listen. One day, the horrid Rat Queen grew jealous of such novelties and decided to steal them to play with them herself...

"Enraged, the little prince ordered the three best of his knights to go after his trains: His burly champion of gold and black leather, his most famous of wires and electricity, and his knight of the people he barely paid much attention to. The champion could part the waves of the rat minions with a single swing of his sword but was grievously wounded by all three of the Rat Queen's heads. The electrical knight was more cunning and offered to trade the trains for any other amount of riches but was thrown out of the castle with his makeup ruined...

"Yet, the third knight skillfully crept into the enemy's castle and was able to sneak all the way into the treasury. He secured the trains and was able to make off back to the castle with the little prince's most treasured belongings. However, what nobody but the Rat Queen knew is that she had put a powerful curse upon the glittering toys. To whoever were to take the toy trains from under her three noses were to become an enchanted nutcracker...

"Upon the third knight's return to his home and the toys given back, he fell to the floor with a clack and became a wooden doll with strong jaws. The little prince had no idea what to do as he was happy now that his trains were back and had no use for a nutcracker...

"The nutcracker ran away in the dead of night. No one has seen him since. With an angered Rat Queen causing turmoil and a kingdom in disarray as their little prince plays with his trains once more, it might take a miracle or some winter magic to get things back to normal...

"...just be careful, as there are many truths that may be hidden within this storybook fantasy."

Rusty the Knight of Rust and Smoke:

Rusty was the third knight!

He wasn't really looked fondly upon due to his rusting and how he was favored by the people of the Toy Kingdom.

He ran away since no one seemed to be able to help him figure out how to get him back to his real form and he was already getting teased for it by Greaseball and Electra. Rusty lives on the edges of the winter kingdoms and does his best to thwat the rats and their plans.

Rusty's the one to yank CB out of danger when stuff starts to go bump in the night at the guy's house and he partners himself up with him since the guy is out of depth as to what the hell all these rats are doing. He's gotta be the one to yank CB away from doing something stupid (flinging himself into battle without any armor).

CB's still caught up on the fact that this weird but beautiful nutcracker he's been gifted for his vintage toy collection has come to life and whisked him away on some adventure on how all rats are the root cause of evil in the world or something. He's ready to unleash a can of whoop-ass with the many hidden tools and knives he has on his person (and tries to keep them hidden when Rusty shakes him down before they enter a settlement of sorts). Despite being a bit of a nuisance, CB thinks Rusty is pretty neat and will try to ask as many questions as to how his wooden toy-ness works exactly.

CB the Knight of Candy and Smiles:

CB was the third knight!

He was favored very highly by Control but the little prince never spared him a second glance due to how 'well-behaved' he was in court.

He ran away since he had self-esteem issues because of above^ CB couldn't bear to be seen as imperfect and thus ran off before his friends got a good look at his face. Maybe Greaseball and Electra would have turned their smirking gazes at him. Nowadays he's on the edges of the kingdoms planting booby traps and tricks a-la Bugs Bunny style.

CB is letting Rusty tag along with him as they venture deeper into Rat Kingdom territory and the conspiracy of the Rat Queen unscrolls itself. CB is more of Rusty's bodyguard and likes to tell him entertaining stories and lies about the winter fantasy world. He's actually pretty surprised how well Rusty is with tools and such and would hate to be on the other end of a power drill within Rusty's hands.

Rusty still thinks this is some kind of nightmare that he really needs to wake up from. His adoptive father figure gave him this kind of creepy nutcracker as an early Christmas gift since it's an heirloom and now it's come to life and quoting late twentieth century pop culture references at him. He kind of finds this endearing, even if there are rat creatures trying to bite his face off. There's a bit of a 'too tired to deal with this' attitude from him as every person in this winter fantasy land loves to monologue and Rusty just wants to go back to sleep.

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — out in the desert.

Martin remembers, with great clarity, the first time Citizen Brown took him to the “satellite office.” 

He still hadn’t quite gotten over the novelty of being in a car– as his assistant, he’d accompanied Citizen Brown on some of his rounds, of course, but he’d never been in one for this long– and he’d never been outside the walls of Hill Valley before. Almost as soon as they were out on the open road– and it was really open– he remembered his shoulders falling and taking in the deepest, biggest breath of the fresh air, the free air, he could. 

Then he’d remembered he was in Citizen Brown’s car– sitting next to him!– but when he looked back, an apology at the ready, Citizen Brown had just given him a smile.

“Just wait,” he’d assured, in that low, level tone of his, but with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “you haven’t seen the best part.” 

And he’d been right. The desert was breathtaking.

He’d never realized there were so many stars or noticed how rich the smell of sun and earth and life really was. The thunderstorms were electrifying and awe-inspiring, the days were long and hazy while nights were crisp and bright, and he could rest without needing to look over his shoulder, sleep without feeling eyes glaring at him from a fuzzy CRT screen, monitoring every move. 

It was perfect, especially now that they were hiding his guitar here, too. 

Out here, he could understand why Dave and Linda had left and never looked back, never came back for him in the three long years they’d been gone. If he and Citizen Brown didn’t have to go back– if Citizen Strickland wouldn’t come looking for them and spoil everything– Martin doesn’t think he would, either.

He smiles as he watches Doctor Brown’s reaction to seeing the secret lab, greeting all the inventions and tools like long lost friends. Evening is settling in and there’s a chill in the air, but Martin doesn’t mind; he just draws his Junior Brown Brigade letterman jacket tighter around himself and lets the warmth of the moment take care of the rest.  

When Doctor Brown seems to settle into a familiar rhythm, looking over Citizen Brown’s notes and muttering to himself, hand fisted into his hair, Martin feels the familiar itch in his fingers as he looks at his guitar in the corner. 

He feels the bounce in his toes, the melody unfurling in his head, the beat filling his chest and threatening to burst out any way it can if he doesn’t do something about it soon. He curls his hands into loose fists, flexing them in an attempt to be still and unobtrusive as he weighs his options. 

“Sir– I mean, Doctor Brown?” He grasps his left wrist behind his back, squeezing. “Would it, uh… Would it be okay if I practiced…?” 

Doctor Brown swivels around in his chair, surprised. Almost imperceptibly, as the situation registers, his jaw tightens, and Martin freezes, before the scientist’s expression morphs into one of concern and tenderness.

“You don’t have to ask my permission, Marty,” he returns, kindly, “Where I’m from, you play your music all the time! It helps both of us think. Anyway, I could do with something with a little life in it after that hellish, egotistical panopticon we’ve just escaped from.”  

“Something with a little life in it,” Martin hums, smiling as just the right song pops into his head. “Alright. I got it.”

He grabs the guitar, flicking the amp on, tapping his foot in time before beginning a bouncy riff, fingers strumming the strings as if it’s second nature. As his hand shifts up and down the fingerboard, something inside him knits back together.

“Better stop dreamin’ of the quiet life, ‘cause it’s the one we’ll never know,” 

Before he can stop himself, he’s singing quietly, the lyrics spilling out of him.

“And quit runnin’ for the runaway bus ‘cause those rosy days are few, and…”

The chords become more confident, his hand remembering a dance he’d thought he’d forgotten the steps to.

“Stop apologizing for the things you’ve never done,”  Proud and more than a little taken aback as his voice soars, he grins at Doctor Brown, who, to his amazement, grins back, tapping his foot along to the beat.

“‘Cause time is short and life is cruel and it’s up to us to change 

This town called Malice!” 

Martin imagines his music, now free, filling the lab, filling the desert, the notes reaching all the way up to the thousands of stars in their sky and the millions and billions beyond. 

[violetskyatnight]

Hi!

I was talking with friend, about things and all, and I wanted to show them, what (more or less) I see, when I'm thinking about CB in my fanfiction/AU. His skin is in a different shade of red, antenna crooked and I used planks on his body to get a jester-like vibe without using a Harley Quinn red and black routine! And sorry, I love black fingers, even if they aren't scenic enough!

Oh, one thing! You see wheels on his belt and belly?They are in the same position for a last time! No one knows why, but after a time they can't take that position anymore. And the less stable he is, they are more and more different!

Because it's just a showing an idea, no I didn't make shadows or second hand, because it wasn't important.

[princeelectra]

STEX TOKUSATSU AU - CB, THE TRICKER

CB, the helper, was raised on the rock island alongside Rusty and his adopted brothers. Some aliens are born as champions, some as enhancers, but the great majority don't have magical abilities at all - And that was CB's case.

As a normal alien, he was meant to be a helper, as his title implies, caring rocks and helping workers around the little planet. But that little critter never meant to be small - he always had the urge of being bigger and stronger, no matter what costs.

With the raise of the monster's planet supremacy, the relevance of champions and enhancers began to raise again between them, and CB wouldn't lost his chance.

He was an ally of the monsters, being a great responsible for keeping them informed of the rebellions and general behavior of the rock aliens. CB was never ashamed of working with the colonizers of his planet and betraying everyone he loved - he could be easily bought by any chance of having power.

He would befriend everyone on the rock planet just to gain informations and give to GreaseballBut this ALSO wasn't enough - He made everyone believe that he was an unique enhancer: A luck enhancer that could manipulate people's luck in the battle.

He made everyone believe in this by manipulating and cheating in battles, making it seems like it was pure luck.

And just like that, CB traveled with his friends - real enhancers - to the championship planet, where he would try finding more alliances to get more relevance and power.

The monsters were old friends of him, but suddenly, with their popularity falling, CB saw the most beautiful and powerful creature that he ever saw, and knew he had to befriend with: Electra, prince of the Roboto planet, Greaseball's most powerful opponent.

[welcome-to-the-districts]

CB Headcanons

A collection of CB headcanons for my au. As always Tw for violence and mentions of blood under the cut.

CB is one of the wealthiest rulers of the districts. This is due to his district being a trading hub for the other districts.

Rolling stock require blood to quench their instincts. CB saw potential in this and now offers blood to the other districts.

He has his own personal reserve of this stuff and almost always drinks his from a wine glass.

He’s very suave at times, acting like a gentleman, but won’t hesitate to become nasty if he feels like it’s needed. On top of this, he can be very teasing at times, especially towards his s/o.

His district is called the Blood District because it literally smells like blood. Disgusting to humans but sweet and enticing to rolling stock.

The architecture in his district is gothic with a vampire aesthetic. A lot of red and black.

His cousin, Red, who is the new CB in the 2018 version of the musical, acts as an assistant while also managing trade. Unlike CB, Red is much more reasonable.

CB is known to be manipulative, using the gift of speech to get his way. Beware of his silver tongue.

When it comes to his s/o, he ensures they get what they want. No matter what. Most humans know better than to cross the king.

He’s very soft and affectionate towards those he’s close to or in a relationship with.

Cuddles galore with this one. He craves physical affection.

He can purr like diesels, but it’s not as deep. However, it can still be soothing to listen to.

[nanawritesit]

Stray Kids Tattoo Artist AU Imagines! (fem!reader)

Part Two - (NSFW/ 18+/ MDNI) 🔞

*disclaimer: none of these edits or tattoos are mine, i found them all on pinterest*

TW: inappropriate flirting with/from professional artists (sexual harassment is a real thing kids, respect your artists and they’ll respect you!) partial nudity, consensual touching and groping, them asking you out, praise, suggestive remarks, pet names (honey, sweetheart, angel, love, baby, good girl,) needles, mentions of food (CB,) hand holding (F,) mentions of grief and lost loved ones (I.N)

Bangchan: Chest

You knew Bangchan from a friend of a friend. You had spoken to each other a few times at a couple of parties, and when he told you he was a tattoo artist, you immediately checked out his artwork. He was really good, so after a while you decided to book an appointment and get something you had always wanted: a red rose on your chest.

It was going well so far, you were wearing a strapless bra so the nudity wasn’t an issue, but as he got lower and lower tattooing the stem, you noticed him getting tense and rigid.

“Are you okay, Chan?” you asked him as he was reloading the ink.

He perked up in surprise. “I’m supposed to be the one asking you that.” he chuckled.

“It’s just… you seem nervous.” you remarked, leaning closer to him. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not you…” he shook his head frantically, shooting you an apologetic smile. “I just…” He glanced around the room, avoiding your gaze for a moment. “Okay, I’m gonna tell you a secret, but you have to promise not to laugh.” he demanded, eyes locking back in on yours.

You crossed your heart. “I promise.”

He sighed. “Okay. You’re the first girl I’ve ever tattooed.”

You did as you promised and didn’t laugh, but your mouth did fall open a bit in surprise. “Really?”

He nodded, chuckling uncomfortably. “Yeah… We don’t get a lot of pretty girls in here. It’s mostly bikers, gym bros, and playboys.”

You blushed, smirking slightly. “You think I’m pretty?”

His eyes widened. “I mean… yeah? You’re gorgeous, which makes me even more nervous. And the fact that your tattoo is in the… you know, cleavage area, it’s just… a bit hard to relax I suppose. I’m sorry, this is so unprofessional of me.”

“No, it’s okay, I understand…” you reassured him. “Are you… unsure of where to put your hands?”

His eyes shifted in hesitation, then looked you in the eye once again. He nodded meekly.

“Here…” you suggested, reaching for his left wrist. You placed his hand along your breast, allowing him to touch it. “You can grip onto it, it’s okay.”

He gulped, then did as you asked. He winced, then reached for his tattoo gun with his dominant hand. “Okay, thank you. I feel a lot better now.” he lied through his teeth. Here you were allowing him to touch such a private area out of kindness for his artistry, and yet it only made him more nervous. He supposed it was because he had harbored such a massive crush on you since the day he met you, and when you approached him for a tattoo, it made his heart stop. But he shouldn’t have been bringing those feelings into his tattoo studio. This was his job, he told himself.

“Hey, Chan…” you interrupted his thoughts, placing your fingers delicately along his jaw. He looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. You smiled warmly at him. “I asked you to do my tattoo because you’re really talented, I trust you, and I really like you. You don’t have to be nervous.”

He grinned appreciatively. Hearing you say that did calm him down a bit, and gave him the confidence to continue. “Thank you, Y/N. Alright, let’s finish this rose. It’s going to look so good on you.”

He didn’t know how he was going to contain himself after this, seeing you walk around with his art on your chest that he put there himself. He was going to have to muster up the courage to ask you out before someone else did. But for right now, all he was focused on was giving you the best tattoo he’d ever done.

Lee Know: Collarbone

He slid your sweater down to look over your collarbone, grinning approvingly as he took it in. “Oh yeah, this vine is going to look so sick.”

You giggled, finding yourself attracted to his confidence. Something about a man who took pride in his craft just drove you wild. Almost wild enough to forget how nervous you were.

He seemed to notice your uneasiness, backing away a bit. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a bit anxious…” you explained, brushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“Why are you anxious? It’s just a tattoo.” he chuckled.

“Well, that’s easy for you to say.” you laughed, gesturing to his tattoos. He had one along his neck and another along his left hand trailing up his wrist. They were beautiful, and you wondered how much they had hurt.

“Oh, I get it…” he concluded, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back with a smirk. “This is your first tattoo, isn’t it?”

Your eyes widened in shock. “How did you..?”

“You just have ‘the look.’ Everyone getting their first tattoo has a certain look to them.” he explained nonchalantly. “But sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about. It’s gonna hurt a bit, but I’m sure you’ll be okay. You seem pretty tough.”

You grinned at his compliment, feeling your cheeks heat up a bit. “I do?”

He nodded in confirmation. “Of course you do. And even if you can’t take it, we can stop whenever you want. There’s no shame in it.”

You smiled at his reassurance, gaining a sudden determination. “Alright, let’s do this!”

“Atta girl…” he praised, patting your knee encouragingly. “Okay, let’s get started…”

Changbin: Back

You laid out on your stomach, completely topless save for the pasties over your nipples. He had given you the option to just unclip your bra, but you wanted him to have as much space to work with as he needed.

He rolled his chair over to you and began prepping his tools. “Alright honey, this is gonna take about five hours. You sure you’re up for this?”

You smirked at him over your shoulder. “I can handle it.”

He grinned approvingly. “That’s what I like to hear. Alright, let’s get started.”

The outline was a little painful, but it was honestly quite an interesting sensation. It actually felt kind of good, pumping up your adrenaline as he drug the needle along your skin.

He placed a hand delicately on your shoulder. “How’s that feeling so far? You need a break?”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “No, I’m actually feeling pretty good. Is that weird?”

He laughed lightheartedly, continuing on with his work. “No, not at all. I feel the same way about tattoos. Maybe… you just kind of like pain? Have you ever thought about that?”

You gulped, trying to contain yourself. Something about your hunky tattoo artist asking you if you liked the pain he was inflicting on you made you flustered.

You laughed awkwardly. “I don’t know, maybe? I guess I just have a pretty good tolerance.”

“You do. You’re doing such a good job. I’m proud of you.” he smiled, running a hand along the curve of your spine. “Forgive me if this sounds inappropriate, but you have a really nice back. These wings are going to suit you so well.”

You grinned, feeling your cheeks heat up at his compliment and praise. “Thank you… I can’t decide if they look more like angel wings or fairy wings.”

“Either way, they’re beautiful. After all, I designed them.” he chuckled cockily. “Say, um… you’re going to need a pretty big meal after this, and it’ll be around dinner time when we get done… Do you maybe wanna get some food together? There’s a really good chicken place down the street, I’d love to take you there.”

You looked over at him affectionately. “Yeah, I’d like that. Are you sure you wanna spend that much time with me?”

“Of course. I’m all yours for the night, angel.”

Hyunjin: Hip

When your artist walked out into the waiting area to come greet you with a cute smile, you seriously questioned that he was it. He looked much too angelic and sweet to be a tattooist. But when you got into his studio, he took off his flannel and tied it around his waist, revealing a sick arm sleeve that went up his neck.

“Wow…” you marveled, forgetting yourself for a moment.

He smirked, glancing over at you in the chair. “Pardon?”

You shook your head, grounding yourself once again. “Sorry, I meant… I really like your tattoos.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate that.” he grinned, getting his tools ready. “I designed the sleeve myself and had a colleague tattoo it for me. I’m really happy with it.” He walked over to his table and picked up the print, bringing it over to you. “Are you happy with your design? We can tweak a few things if you like.”

You looked it over, then shook your head with an approving smile. “No, it’s perfect. You did a great job.”

“Awh, I haven’t even done the tattoo yet, and you’re already praising me…” he chuckled, sitting down in his chair in front of you. He suddenly placed his hands on your thighs. “Alright, first things first, these cute little shorts are gonna have to come off.”

Your eyes widened. “Like, all the way?”

He laughed at your nervousness. “Well, I don’t want you to have to hike them up the whole time, and I’m not going to be able to hold them either.”

You shifted uncomfortably in your chair. “Okay…”

“Hey, don’t be shy…” he reassured you with a warm smile, patting your knee. “Tattoos are always an intimate process no matter where they are. Trust me, I’ve tattooed people in much weirder places. You have nothing to worry about.”

You grinned appreciatively. Knowing that he wasn’t uncomfortable with it at all made you feel a bit better. “Okay, can you just… turn around for a second?”

“Of course. Let me know when you’re ready.” he replied, turning back to his table.

You then removed your shorts and sat back down in your chair. “Alright, I’m good.”

He turned back to you, his eyes not lingering any longer than they needed to. He was completely focused on the task at hand, which you somehow found even more attractive than if he was gawking at you.

“Okay, let’s lean your chair back…” he suggested, placing a hand over your décolletage to steady you as he adjusted the chair. You held your breath at the sudden contact, feeling your heartbeat quicken. Were you really developing a crush on your tattoo artist?

“Okay, do you trust me?” he asked, suddenly leaning into your face with such intensity that it made you freeze. God, he was so beautiful, his features looked like they were sculpted out of marble.

You nodded with a tiny grin. “I trust you.” Damn, this was going to be a long session…

Han: Thigh

You tapped your heels on the floor anxiously. Han Jisung was one of the best tattoo artists in the area, and you had somehow managed to book an appointment with him. Luckily your best friend Chan had connections, but you had never met him in real life, or even seen a picture of him. You followed him on instagram, but he only ever posted about tattoos or his artwork.

Suddenly, the curtains opened, and a handsome man with blonde hair, piercings, and a neck tattoo walked in. “Y/N?” he asked, pointing to you with a grin.

“That’s me. Are you…?” you asked, pointing back at him.

“Han Jisung.” he answered you, extending his hand for you to shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, I’m a huge fan of your work!” you giggled, feeling yourself getting flustered. “I still can’t believe I got a session with you.”

“Awh thank you, I appreciate anyone who likes my art.” he smiled cutely, brushing some of his hair back nervously. You couldn’t believe how adorable he was. You were expecting some huge, burly guy with a scary face and scars all over his body. He also seemed very humble, not at all aware that he was one of the most in-demand tattooists in the city. “Chan said you were a good friend of his, and I owed him a favor anyway, so I’m happy I can do this for you.”

“Yeah, I didn’t even know he knew you… he said you guys went to art school together?” you inquired, compelled to find out more about this mystery artist in front of you.

He chuckled, walking over to his table. “Yeah, we go way back. Actually, the design I pulled for you was one I did back when I was in school.” He sifted through some papers, then pulled out the print, brandishing it to you. “What do you think?”

You stared blankly at it, mouth agape. “Oh my god, it’s perfect! You did this in school?”

He laughed at your praise, and you swore you saw his cheeks tinge a shade of light pink. “Yeah, I did… You said you wanted something delicate and natural, but a little sexy. Does this fill all the requirements?”

“Um, yeah?” you replied, questioning why he even needed to ask that. “It’s amazing, Han. Can I call you that?”

“You can call me whatever you want, whenever you want.” he grinned flirtatiously. He then shook his head at himself in disbelief. “Sorry, that was so cheesy...”

“Are you flirting with me?” you teased, crossing your arms with a smirk.

“No, of course not, that would be inappropriate…” he laughed anxiously, rolling his chair up in front of you. “Now, can I map out where you want it?” He was clearly desperate to change the subject.

Although you enjoyed flustering him, you were here for a reason. You nodded, leaning back to give him space.

He placed a hand delicately along your bare thigh, hiking up your shorts a bit. He ran his fingers along the smooth skin, mapping out the placement with his fingers. He suddenly groped the soft flesh, looking up at you intensely. “Is right here okay?”

Now it was your turn to get flustered. “Yeah, that’s good…”

He smirked, rolling back over to his tool cart. “Alright Y/N, let’s give you this delicately sexy tattoo.” This was clearly going to be a challenge as to who could tease the other the most, and you were totally up for it.

You smiled mischievously to yourself. Game on, Han Jisung.

Felix: Hand

Even with all his dark tattoos, Felix looked way too cute to be a tattoo artist. You had seen his freckled face on instagram, but part of you always questioned whether or not that was really him. But now, he was standing right in front of you, and you couldn’t deny how beautiful he was in real life. He somehow looked even more unreal in person.

“Okay Y/N, can I see your hand?” he asked, reaching out for it.

Your eyes widened. “Hm?”

“For the print, love.” he giggled at your shock.

“Oh, yeah…” you remembered the plot, placing your hand softly in his. He studied it, tracing the pads of his fingers along the curves of your knuckles and wrist before placing the print overtop of them.

He adjusted the edges and then peeled off the backing. “Do you like that?”

“What?” you asked, previously being lost in a trance from the feeling of your hand in his.

“Do you like this placement?” he chuckled patiently. He was seemingly very amused at your wandering mind.

You nodded frantically, laughing at yourself anxiously. “Yeah it looks good.” Get it together, Y/N… you thought to yourself.

“Good...” he grinned, leaning forward to look you in the eyes. “Now, the hands are very sensitive, see?” He began running his thumb along the back of it, then holding it up and running his fingers along the palm. “You can feel every touch.” He squeezed your hand tightly, making your cheeks heat up. “Do you want to hold onto my shoulder with your other hand while I do this?”

“Y-yes… That would be nice…” you stuttered out, slowly reaching forward. You lightly placed your hand on his tattooed shoulder, glancing over the artwork. “You have really nice shoulders… I mean, tattoos…”

His nose scrunched up as he smiled at you once again, glad that he was flustering you so much. You were so adorable to him, he couldn’t help teasing you. “Thank you, love. Don’t be afraid to squeeze, I promise you won’t hurt me. I can take a lot of pain.”

You could’ve sworn he winked as he said that, but you were quickly distracted by the hum of his tattoo gun. You instinctively gripped onto his shoulder, prompting him to look you in the eyes once again. “Are you ready for me?”

You gulped, suddenly so aware of how intimate of a position you were in. You had gotten several tattoos before, there was no reason for you to feel as nervous as you were. Felix was single-handedly the most bold tattoo artist you’d ever had, not to mention the most good-looking. God, he was going to be the death of you. “Yes, I’m ready for you, Felix.”

He smirked, eyes narrowing and darkening in approval. “Alright, let’s go then.”

Seungmin: Ribcage

Your breath hitched in your throat as your tall, inked up artist walked back into the room. Clad in a v-neck shirt, his shoulder tattoos were on full display, as well as the one down his temple. This man clearly had a high tolerance for pain, which only made you more attracted to him. How the hell were going to get through this appointment with him?

“Alright, I’ve got the prints right here…” he explained, setting them down on the table. “Can you stand up for me?”

You nodded, quickly rising up as he had asked.

“Wow, obedient…” he chuckled, making you swallow hard. He placed his hands on your shoulders, pushing you forward slightly. He ghosted his hand over the hem of your crop top. “Can I…?”

“Yeah, go right ahead.” you grinned, relaxing in his hold.

He glanced over your shoulder as he lifted your shirt up to reveal your ribcage, still covering your nipple with the shirt. He brought his free hand around to run his fingers along the space under your breast. “So you’re thinking right here?”

You made eye contact with him though the mirror in front of you. “Yeah, and kind of wrapping around the breast… Do you think that’ll look good?”

“Oh yeah, it’s gonna look super hot.” he smiled, releasing your shirt and patting your shoulders encouragingly. He went back over to his table, giving you a moment to release the breath you were holding in. “I designed this to fit your body perfectly, and you have a great figure for it.”

“Really?” you asked, sitting back down in your chair and gripping onto the seat for stability. You didn’t know if you could handle any more praise from him.

“Yeah, your curves are going to make it stand out even more.” he complimented. “Here, see how mine curves around my shoulder?” He suddenly pulled his shirt down to reveal the tattooed area, making you gulp slightly.

You nodded, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, I see…”

He smirked at your embarrassment, then went back to getting his tools ready. “It’s like that. Okay, do you wanna put on some pasties?”

You nodded, taking them from him. He turned around to give you some privacy, not expecting you to have casually stripped off your entire shirt like it was nothing once you told him you had them on.

“Dang, you’re bold…” he marveled, grinning approvingly. “I like that.”

You smiled back at him, leaning back in your chair. “Well, we might as well get it out of the way now. We’re going to be spending the next two hours together with me being topless, aren’t we?”

He chuckled, finding your sudden confidence extremely attractive. “That’s true. Let’s get this pretty little rib tattooed, shall we?”

I.N: Behind the Ear

“That’s it, that’s a good girl…” Jeongin praised you, his hand delicately placed along the side of your neck.

You hissed as you laid on your side, the final white ink touches being the most painful. However, his encouragement felt so good it helped to distract you from the pain.

“And, just like that, we’re done!” he congratulated you, rubbing your hip to signal for you to get up. “You did such a good job, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Jeongin…” you sighed, laughing at the sting behind your ear. “I know it was small, but god that white hurt…”

“Oh yeah, white’s never fun. My left sleeve has a lot in it, and I had already been in the chair for like eight hours beforehand, so I just powered through and told them to get it over with. Worst decision of my life.” he chuckled to himself as he remembered, looking back up at you. ���Can I ask… why did you get the butterflies?”

“I know it’s not the most original idea, or the most interesting choice to someone like you …” you began, gesturing to the detailed sleeves he had on both of his arms. “But I actually lost two of my friends last year, and I wanted to get these to feel like they’re watching over me.”

He smiled affectionately at your confession. “No, I would never judge anyone’s tattoo choice. It’s so personal, the only people who really judge what people get anymore are older artists and their ‘pick me’ wives.”

You laughed at his joke, hitting him on the arm playfully. “You really don’t think it’s too basic?”

He shook his head. “I think tattoos can be as meaningful or a meaningless as you want them to be. I’ve given deep tattoos, and silly ones, and they’re both really cool. I’m just glad I can provide this service to you.” He smiled adorably, his eyes wrinkling up at the corners.

“Thank you, Jeongin, I really love them…” you grinned, touching the red area behind your ear.

“It was my pleasure.” he grinned, looking a little disappointed that your time together was over. “Hey, are you doing anything after this?”

“Nope, this was pretty much my last commitment of the day.” you chuckled, grabbing your bag as you got ready to leave. “Why?”

“Well, it’s just…” he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing to the floor nervously. “I was wondering if you might want to get some coffee together? I think you’re really cool and interesting, and I’d like to get to know you better.”

You smiled so wide you thought your face would break. “I would love to. Let’s go.”

[razorblade180]

Streamer AU 5

Streamer au 4 <-

The “Please wait” screen with falling snowflakes faded away to display Weiss in a light blue hoodie looking mighty cozy in her chair as she sipped coffee.

Weiss:Sup chat. It’s been awhile. Slaying grimm is hard sometimes.

Red Reaper: “Did your partner die?”

Weiss:Ruby, shut up and get in the call.

“Nah I’m eating toast.”

Weiss:Be glad you’re modded. Alright chat, I’m pretty low energy but I missed you all so we’re going to play a chill game and bd a cozy streamer tod-

Yang:Woop woop woop woop woop! Sup lovelies!

Weiss:I wish you were the one eating toast.

Yang:You gave us all an open invite! I even brought my chat.

Weiss:Your chat didn’t enter in like an alarm. What do you want me to play?

Yang:Resident E-

Weiss:Try again

Yang:….Is your personal jrpg guide awake?

Weiss:I don’t wanna bother him this early. Chat, suggestions?

It’s immediately flooded with “Genshin Impact”

Blake:Do it!!! Join me!

Weiss:Please, any other sane suggestion. Don’t force me into that madness.

Knightly Crescent: I’ll help you start Kingdom Hearts. Give me like 15 minutes.

Weiss:*silently happy*

Cardinal Pride: “Why should ever need your-”

Timed Out

Weiss: 🎶Thank you mods🎶

xxxxxx

Roughly 20 minutes of cozy chatting passes by before Weiss gets up to answer the door. Chat doesn’t need to know Jaune actually has a key. Things will start adding up.

Weiss:Camera on or off.

Jaune:I don’t mind.

Weiss:Kay.

She guides him to an empty chair for the messy haired boy to sit and get comfortable while she grabs snacks.

Jaune:H-Hello.

RBY: Jaune!!!!!

Coco Bean: “Heeeey Pretty boy”

Red Velvet: “I like your hoodie”

CB: Is this the boyfriend~

Jaune: I am a friend!

Weiss:Alright I’m b- Coco! Relax!

Jaune:Did I miss anything on the way here.

Blake:Weiss almost said a slur.

Weiss:Don’t lie to him!!!

Jaune:Why does this slightly feel true? What happened in 20 minutes?

xxxxx

Blake: Draw four.

Weiss:You little- ooooo *squints* oooo this is supposed to be a cozy stream.

Blake:What do you want say huh? Sounds pretty…intense. First semester intense.

Weiss:I would never!

Yang:Never! Really?

Chat: “First semester?”

Weiss:I was just going to call you a hoe!

Blake:Draw another four.

xxxxx

Jaune:I’m surprised you clipped this?

Ruby:It’s easier than than explaining what happened.

Weiss:Chat, you know the rules. No backseating, spoilers, or unwanted foreshadowing. I literally have a copilot.

Burdened Chef: “Is she paying you for this?”

Jaune:She can’t afford me.

The Burden: “Can’t even cook her own snacks.”

Weiss:Why is your team picking on me!? This is a welcome back stream!

The Burden gifted 10 subs

Weiss:Thank you Nora.

Nuts and Bolts gifted 30 subs.

“Salutations! Here’s to a safe return!😊”

Weiss:P- Penny you can’t just surprise a person like that. Thank you so much.

CB: “Oh are we doing a gifted war!? Let’s get crazy.”

Weiss:Coco-

50 tiers 2 subs

RBY: Yooooo

Weiss: *covers mouth* Guys, no! I’ll feel bad. That’s too much!

Multiple people start gifting subs and Weiss quickly begins hiding her face as the sound of her alerts constantly going off makes her emotional.

Yang:Awww the novice gamer girl is all red!

Ruby:It’s not a stream until Weiss is flustered.

Blake:And she’s still on the title screen.

Jaune:*smiles* You okay?

Weiss:This is going to be a long day.

[sunnydayaoe]

I got an ask a while ago but I can't find it :/ about cb. so here is a [mostly] comprehensive guide to him. Feel free to send me asks about him!!! I love talking about him :]

It's kinda hard to read so I put everything in ALT as well :] + put image description under the cut cus I've heard its sometimes hard to get the image descriptoin if it's in alt. [For some reason ALT isn't working for the third image, it is still under the cut if you want to read/see it]

[CB, Gamut, Pop-Up, and Chip + Cirro Belong to me :) Conductor and Fizz [Underkore!sans] belong to @peachphernalia Fresh belongs to LoverofPiggies]

[Image 1: A ref sheet of Computer Bug, or CB, Sans: a skeleton. It includes four drawings of him; The farthest right is him in his normal outfit [Red glasses, an orange and yellow striped sweater, spenders, dark grey shorts, and dress shoes. He looks like a little German boy.] An arrow points to another drawing of him with an oversized lab-coat added. The third is a sketchy image of him with the lab coat tied around his waist. The last drawing is of only his hands holding his Soul; the Soul is split in half, one normal and the other void. There is also information off to the side about him: He/him, 12-14, some foresight abilities [Weak] End ID] [Image 2: Four illustrations showing who CB is friends with. The first is him and Fresh chatting happily. The second is him and Fizz [Underkore!sans] sitting together, and the third is two tiny head shots of Cirro [Overcloud!asriel] and Conductor [No AU given] End ID]

[Image 3: A drawing + explanation of the basic plot surrounding CB.

The drawing shows CB and Fresh holding hands, happily. Behind them, chasing them, is Gamut [Foretale!gaster], Pop-Up [Foretale!Papyrus] and Chip [Foretale!alphys] Off to the side, there is information given on each party. CB: Amnesiac looking for his family. CB's Family [Gamut, Pop-Up, and Chip]: Point of view characters, Looking for CB, Tracked him enough to know he's with Fresh. Fresh: knows where CB's family is but not telling CB/actively fighting with CB's family. He distrusts CB's family + CB's his first friend and he's very weird about that fact. End ID]

[green-planets]

StEx Appreciation Month Day 4: Dinah!

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Face Claim: Torum Heng or Rosalia Morales (but Deborah Leanne Spellman is also very cute)

Favourite Song/Scenes: Lotta Locomotion, U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D., Girls Rolling Stock, Dinah's Disco, full-on crashing into Greaseball after ORARTM, Rosalia and Rory have an insane amount of chemistry and they're fun to watch during the MegaMix

Favourite Costumes: I love blond and brunette Dinah equally, but Japan/Aus tour takes the cake! Super fluffy hair and skirt!!! She also has the best On Ice costume imo. It's very country diner, I love it!

Favourite Ships/Friendships: Dinah x Wrench but I'm also leaning towards a completely independent Dinah lately (give this poor woman some time to focus on herself for a while!) Her friends include Rusty, the coaches (especially Pearl), Memphis Belle, and the freight crew. Her best friends are CB and Red Caboose (and Electra post-canon)

Headcanons: She's just as much of a champion as Greaseball! She has the most racing experience out of all the coaches. She can get quite competitive and has several medals and trophies for solo coach racing

Unpopular Opinion: I definitely don't hate it, but her revival costume is my least favorite of the coaches. The stomach cut out looks weird to me 😭

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