#drawing dresses is hard smh

[mimihiso]

APPLEL YUUKKKIIIII 🍎🍎🍎

Finally posting art hiii :'DD

I wanted to draw a Yuki and I luv he 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[remxedmoon]

ohhhhhh ghostlight loop we’re really in it now

FANART FOR @ghostlightfic GO READ GHOSTLIGHT NEOW!!!!!! i’m so so normal about this fic i prommy. anyways!!!! greyscale version + some design notes below! because i’m very normal about character design 😊

ok design notes time!!

for once i actually am normal about colors here. this is just colorpicked from my normal loop design! which is in turn colorpicked from siffrin’s design. not much to say here!

i generally tried to make them more angular compared to sif? their hair is a lot spikier, the silhouette of their sweater is more pointed, just Sharper shapes all around. idk. hard to put into words

hoping the glowy hair comes across well here. i also tried to make their hair look a bit less messy, since they actually take care of their hair! no flyaways here.

ahhhhhh i Had to make the sweater Fucking Massive i can’t reject my nature. i wanted to have the vague silhouette of the cloak while still keeping it it’s own thing?? i feel like sif could have something like this somewhere. idk. i tried to make it look a bit weathered, since it’s a hand-me-down from sif and that bastard does not take good care of his clothes.

don’t. ask me whether they’re wearing shoes or not. my normal loop design has Built In Heels but you can draw your own conclusions.

not a design note but for some reason i kept forgetting whether or not loop had a scar???? i literally had their description in the fic open as a reference and i STILL kept forgetting to draw it. i’m so so good at remembering things

anyways!!!!!!! go read ghostlight!!!!! it’s really good go read it. anyways. greyscale version as promised 🩶

[hinamie]

fire nation festival wear aka a blatant excuse for me to push atla clothing design conventions to the absolute Limit

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[le-trash-prince]

Happy MethasJJ Catching Feelings Day for all who celebrate

JJ's grumpy cat face when he spots Methas is my second favorite thing

his nervous babygirl smile when Methas spots him is my number one favorite thing

While it's definitely Methas' fault for ignoring JJ's advice (rich ppl not even using the service they're paying for smh) and pushing himself too hard, I'm dead certain that he wouldn't have done it if it hadn't been JJ there. He'd already lost once to JJ and was still butthurt about it, and he felt the need to show off and pretend like he was invulnerable.

I love how stern JJ got when Methas was still trying to fight him. It was absolutely necessary, and I think it really takes someone like JJ to be able to get through Methas' walls enough to take care of him

Methas is now JJ's poor little meowmeow, his woobified problematic fave who just needs some tender loving and care

Okay let me tell y'all how I feel about the styling and the colors in this scene... First of all, Methas' hair is looking super fluffy and unstyled, it's not longer the hair of a slick, put-together CEO. As we learn about how alone he is, we're seeing his image broken down.

ALSO, we've got red! We've seen plenty of red accents in the restaurant scenes, but none with Methas. (Based on behind-the-scenes pictures, I can tell you that there IS one red object in his office, but it has been carefully shielded in every shot so far.) It's just a little sliver of red, but we're seeing his heart begin to be exposed.

And is the first time we see Methas in something other than black, white, or grey, and what is he dressed in? Shades of blue to pair with JJ's navy!!! In all of their scenes together so far, they've worn contrasting shades, showing the way that they clash.

But the blues that they wear aren't perfectly matched, there's still a level of contrast, just the same way that they're still bickering in this scene.

JJ tries to be more lighthearted in his teasing, but Methas takes it as an attack. They're not on the same page yet, but they are drawing closer together, and Methas is only somewhat successful in holding back JJ's desire to be there for him when no one else is.

JJ's poor little meowmeow confirmed. We've all been there, JJ.

Methas thinks money can buy him everything he needs in life, but JJ knows better.

Even when it comes to something like this, they bicker with each other. Again, it takes someone like JJ to push back against Methas in order to take care of him. And with JJ always being the one who takes care of others, I bet the same goes in reverse.

I love that JJ draws a line of professionalism by saying he expects overtime pay for this. But also he better get that OT for real.

When do y'all think the last time Methas had someone tuck him in was 🥹

Anyways I loved their scenes this ep, I love this couple, I'm absolutely melted, I can't tell who is catching feelings first, and next week we get THE FLOWERS!!!!!

[wooahaes]

to care for

pairing: non-idol!bang chan x gn!reader [reader has a uterus]

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: menstruation warning (talks of cramps/flow)!! also literally no proofreading i can’t be bothered rn. mentions of bathing + reader having their hair washed (no sexual nudity at all, just chris caring for reader).

daisy’s notes: i want to go back to bed so bad but its been taken over by my cats for rn and also i have something in the oven :/ smh!!

Chris was probably one of the sweetest boyfriends in the world. This, of course, was true for various reasons... but always seemed to be most apparent when you were dealing with your cycle.

You’d texted him before you left work that you felt like garbage after everything you’d gone through. You swore that your pain medicine never kicked in when your cramps were at their worst, you were having a heavier day than usual, and all you wanted was to go home and crash and maybe curl up in your boyfriend’s arms for a few hours. The normal “my period sucks today” routine, in your opinion.

Your text to him had been short and simple: ouchie :(

Chris knew your code well. How bad?

So you busted out the number scale: 8-9, might be a 10 by the time i get home.

From the moment you walked in, Chris was at full attention for you. “There’s a bath drawn for you,” he said, “I’ll come wash your hair in a second, yeah? I ordered your favorite tonight--and I ran out to get more ice cream for you,” he planted a kiss against your forehead, taking full advantage of the little step upward at the entrance of your apartment.

(Translation: Chris was busting out all the stops to comfort you since you needed it. He wouldn’t do it at every 10 until he saw you, but when you busted out a 10 while on your period... The guy knew.)

So you undressed as you entered the bathroom, spotting where Chris had brought in your cozier pajamas and one of his hoodies before neatly setting it aside. You pressed your head back against the tile as you listened to the sound of Chris getting your takeout before you listened to each quiet step as he made his way into the bathroom. Most days, you’d tease him about drawing a bath just to see you naked. Something about the draining parts of today seemed to start hitting you all at once, and you merely mumbled your thanks to him when he pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Today’s a bad one, huh?” He said, getting the shower head and your shampoo bottle. “It’s okay,” he pressed another kiss into your temple. “I’ve got you.”

You let him instruct you through each motion--sitting forward, leaning your head back, and everything else. This wasn’t the first time he’d washed your hair for you in general, and you could easily recount times where you’d taken care of him in the same way. Sometimes in the shower together, other times where you pulled a chair in and let him recline back while your fingers worked their magic. Chris carefully massaged your scalp, washing your hair the way you’d taught him to, never pulling too hard since he knew how sensitive you could be.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, the fruity scent of your shampoo filling the air for the second time. “Work, I mean.”

You let out a tiny groan, and his chuckle managed to tug a smile onto your face. Even after all the stress, just hearing his laughter in any form was enough to brighten your day a little.

“Alright,” he said. “I get it.” He kissed your cheek again, turning the shower head back on to rinse your hair again. “I’m gonna go get the water bottle for you and I promise I won’t burn my hand this time.”

(You snorted a little at the reminder of the last time Chris tried to fill it. There was a reason you used the countertop boiler for it instead of the pan he tried using.)

He planted one last kiss against your lips, telling you to take your time as he left you there. Yet soon enough, you were dry and dressed in comfy clothing and making your way out to crash on the couch next to Chris--who’d already pulled up a streaming service so that the two of you could watch movies together. Despite the takeout sitting on the table in front of you, you opted to curl up in his arms first, burying your face into his neck. He curled an arm around you, setting aside the remote a moment later in favor of holding you.

“Better?”

You nodded. “A little.”

“I’ve got you,” he promised, pulling you in a little closer. He kissed your cheek again, tracing circles onto your arm with his thumb.

“I know,” you mumbled, arms wrapping a little tighter around him. “I love you.”

You could hear his smile in his voice, “I love you, too,” he said, and then drew back. “Let’s eat before it gets cold, yeah? You can pick whatever movie you want.”

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

[kuyatecallate]

Homemade Broodals:

Behold!

I wanted an excuse to draw Broodals without actually drawing them lmao (so disrespectful smh) and I was especially hung up on the fact that they live on the freakin' moon! BRO THEY'RE ALIENS-

*ahem* so here are my broodals at home: Kill Bill, Sans Undertale and Squid Game

(Further deets) so first up is Marv'n; he's always hungry, has an endless well of optimism and likes to crack jokes---bad ones. If not for his voice, he could easily be mistaken for a girl with his affinity for playing dress-up.

Then there's Benoit; rhe comon sense of the group. Hard to tell what he's thinking since he rarely talks, and when he does? Purely in French, though he understands his coworkers just fine. Has a tendency to just spawn/despawn outta thin air without a sound.

And lastly, Darby! My adorable little loser who's been cursed with the shittiest luck known to man. He's in a permanent state of stress and will go above and beyond to make sure his job is done right. He's meticulous and a bit of a control freak, but the other two are more than happy to let him lead the charge. Oh yeah, the one thing maintaining his sanity is Irish coffee.

Ah yeah, unrelated, but they're from Larissa, Fenrir and Hydra respectively. No I did NOT go researching random moons, where would you get that idea-

Throwaway screencaps:

Marv's palette was pretty up in the air at first; whilst I think the left one is stronger, I wanted to stay true to my og sketches where his fur was a darker shade than his hair. Not a design feature I see much of ngl.

Also originally they all shared a green-ish colour palette. Who knew deciding a colour for 'space delivery men' could be this tricky? Sure, I shot myself in the foot giving them all boiler suits at first, but thankfully I had the sense to do some sliiiight shape alterations here n there. Ben's jacket has definitely the best choice I ever made lmao.

[restlesscrybaby]

RockStar Jack Horner AU.

CREATED BY REILLY!!!

SO, I don't think his outfit would be that different, I MEAN it would be different , but like.

THIS VEST??

In a darker color, with pie crust skulls on it. ( The skulls head being the pie crust, the mouth and etc being things such as dripping plums and juice etc. )

Undershirt!! That's all. No sleeves, just to keep his chest and tummy safe.

The vest is a little shorter, showing his stomach and the upside down V at the bottom revealing the white undershirt tucked into his tight leather pants. The pants being like. Jeans. But leather-esc. Yeah!!

BOOTS!!!! Pulling up to his mid-thigh, hiding the rips in the jeans.

A coat?

A ... Leather coat?

You bet your sweet ass he'll have tattoos.

That hangs off his shoulders, not even on his arms? Yeah! And it's a more,, Dark Lavender, it fits.

His shoulder bladed coated in spikes!

Such as a sleeve tattoo! But filled with unicorn horns, crystal balls, etc.

Crystal ball being swarmed with magic at the top, the magic trailing down and etc. The bottom surrounding his wrist being unicorn horns, shooting the magic thats going up his arm. !!

Fuck you, other arm? Pinup tattoo! It's a fairy , posed like \/\/ that!!

He's got a rock guitar. But he's the lead singer, the Bakers Dozen is his guitar, drums, etc.

And you can draw the fairy as your oc or any design! ( mine you should draw her as mine smh )

!!! Piercings?

A septum and a middle lip ring! Wow!!!

'The Bakers Dozen.' Yeah! His stage name is 'Cherry Pie'. Obviously!!!

His music is more aggressive, think ICP. HOWEVER. He leans also more onto a... 'Sexy Drug' sounding songs at times.

Fangirls and boys are his favorite pls.

Backstage pass?

If he has a favorite fan, they'll get his number.

And sometimes, he'll let them sing with him.

HOWEVER. It's rare. He usually despises everyone, even having to hire new members of the band because they keep... Going missing!

Don't defy his ass damn it! He hates when his band members defies him or says a part of a song is hard or that they shouldn't do it.

His stages?

Spikes.

His guitar? Spikes! And he actuslly has it designed to represent an unicorn horn! The bottom of the guitar, where it's bigger, represents a bad apple. The little hole is a skull, duh. His microphone is PERSONALLY made, as the circle bit represents a bad apple as well!

If you are his rockstar gf/bf,

Some songs he writes are dedicated to you, most definitely.

Faceless couple photos.

No one will see your face on public sites, and people speculate who you are.

Lapsitting backstage in his dressing room.

Gifts.

Big gems on necklaces, rings, a new car, big dates, roses, bouquets, everything.

His house?

Big.

His lifestyle?

Big.

Him?

Big.

His fans can be crazy.

But, it boosts his ego.

And he definitely *winkwink* needs an ego boost.

When meet and greets happen, he likes to be a flirt,

It boosts his ego a lot, seeing how they coo and hide their face.

Oh, his stage, you ask once more?

Fire. Spikes. Insanity.

Kiss blowing to the crowd.

Winking.

Holding microphones to fans.

Insanity.

ILL WRITE MORE FOR THIS.

HERES THE START.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

wife wife i have no music taste, but you feel musical to me! will you drop any songs you relate to your universes stans, kyles and style in general? if not music books, other characters, pieces of media, quotes, poems? i am insatiable darling <3

YOYOYO!!!!!!

First of all hello my wife my wife the love of my life! (I did in fact ride half of my first year of college on a music scholarship)

OKAY so you know how heavily I associate Fall Out Boy with Stan in general (mostly bc I like projecting and I’m a gremlin abt fob) SPECIFICALLY Infinity On High (I know we’ve discussed this before and yes I’m still unhinged abt the 27 rm thing) AND I’ve said a LOT abt OrangeJuiceVerse Stan being musically inclined as one of his main outlets.

(I will be mainly sticking to ojv bc that do be my main focus atm)

So Stan will play literally whatever on the guitar and he can improvise SO WELL!!! Like it’s wild but he’s just like eh it’s a casual hobby but he hears a song and immediately knows the basic chord progression and bpm he’s the king of countermelodies too. Kenny will start playing something and then Stan will pop in with the most gorgeous harmonies and just…. fall in.

Stan will listen to ANYTHING he especially loves songs with a story (I’m sticking to ATLCTS for him being a Tenacious D fan bc I very much enjoy that) and Kyle, while Stan is all “LISTEN TO THAT CELLO BREAK” Kyle Is all fully into the lyricism and losing his shit about RAINDROPS ON ROSES AND GIRLS IN WHITE DRESSES AND SLEEPING WITH- (I feel like they have similar tastes but for different reasons if u get me)

My Kyle’s for sure are lyrics gremlins. Stan will be like KEY CHANGE KEY CHANGE but Kyle will be WAIT LOOK THE STORY HOLY SHIT SYMBOLISM(smh they whole ass watch musicals together and neither of them stfu) (losers)

(This is unhinged I’m eepy) so song specific idk man but I feel in my soul that Stan’s hopeless romantic ass serenades Kyle on a regular basis ESPECIALLY when he’s in an Emo Boy Mood like this man thinks he’s Orpheus or something ALSO Stan is incredibly specific about having certain playlists for every single situation and the “Super Best Spicy Time” playlist is INCREDIBLY LAME!!! (I’m talkin Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and Mr Brightside was playing during their first time) like they are losers your honor

On FOB Stan I’m currently specifically feeling him with What A Catch, The (After) Life Of The Party, From Now On We Are Enemies, Golden, Fame< Infamy, The (Shipped) Gold Standard, She’s My Winona, Disloyal Order, A Little Less Sixteen Candles, Heavens Gate, SOPHOMORE SLUMP IS SO STYLE OMG

Sorry that was a lot I’m very passionate abt the fob Stan thing

EVERY LAME ASS SAPPY LOVE SONG IS EXTREMELY STYLE TO ME!!! If We Were Vampires by Jason Isbell, I’ll Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab For Cutie, LINE WITHOUT A HOOK?!? Nothing Matters But You by The Young Veins, Northern Downpour and When The Day Met The Night by Panic, I Think I Love You by Tenacious D, All I Ask Of You from Phantom (btw I saw someone draw a style phantom of the opera au it slayed so hard), Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John (there’s this scene in a fic I read where Stan plays it for Kyle on his guitar and I lost my mind), ofc Carry On Wayward Son, Accidentally In Love by the counting crows, Turn Off The Lights from the Vices and Virtues bonus tracks, As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked (I feel like Kyle fuckinh loves Wicked) All I’ve Ever Known from Hadestown.

OJV Kyle for sure listens to the acoustic versions of pop songs and is SUCH a sap (he won’t admit it as much as Stan tho) like he’ll pause a song after a particularly clever or romantic line and just be like DID YOU HEAR THAT! Stan writes songs every once in a while and whenever he writes for Ky he always tries to paint a story because that’s what Kyle likes help I love them so much

As for other media I associate w the boys, bruh lemme tell ya the sp brainrot is so real I physically cannot watch or read anything without imagining a couple as style (literally last night my partner and I were watching the picture lock of the last feature we worked on and I’m over here looking at the two main characters like hmm who is Stan who is Kyle I’m the WORST)

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure is so Them to me holy shit like best friends getting into situations and being obsessed with each other I love that shit (u can’t tell me Bill and Ted aren’t in love)

This comes as no surprise to anyone but Lord Of The Rings for sure, especially since i decided that they speak elvish to each other on the regular

I’ve also said it before but!!! As a massive PJO/Riordanverse fan, THEY ARE SO PERCABETH CODED!!! We got Stan/Percy as the reluctant hero who everyone looks to, Kyle/Annabeth as the badass short tempered voice of reason, like DUDE.

(Also I hope you know how much your fics have influenced my mindset like I’ll drive past Taco Bell and be like o look style moment and I saw Fireball at the gas station and thought abt rm Stan)

Anyway this is long as SHIT I’m completely insane it’s fine THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK ILY

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Un ballo in maschera (Met, 1980): Reactions, Part III

this opera could have so easily been solved if polyamory was widely accepted

surely we can come up with a solution more reasonable than *checks notes* killing your wife? no? well i tried

“silence, adulteress!” “almighty god!” “ask him for mercy!”

not gonna lie, that exchange is kinda baller

YES GO OFF AMELIA

once again, BURYING THE LEDE (that renato and amelia are PARENTS)

brava!!! also this aria is *insert incoherent noises* it gets you good 😭

love how the cameraperson just zooms in the portrait on whoever’s being referred to in the text

evidently that aria also got him good enough to make him no longer want to kill her

okay, see, now killing riccardo isn’t a good solution either

is that supposed to be the pav???

“ERI TUUUUUUUUUUU CHE MACCHIAAAAAAAAVI QUELL’AAAAAAAAAANIMA”

this aria just has everything i love it so much

you’re not winning any Dad of the Year awards any time soon—holding your kid hostage (essentially) ain’t okay

i may have known this opera for over eight years now, but to this day i cannot tell you who is sam and who is tom in the opera. i simply cannot.

(also LOVE backing this super-martial ensemble with harps played almost like they’re percussion instruments)

let’s have a raffle!

on a scale from 1 to 10 of how unnecessarily but wonderfully extra something is, making your wife draw the name of who will kill a guy she loves (your former bestie and current boss) has to be at least a 17

verdi did not have to go so hard writing this lot drawing scene but he did and i am extremely thankful

congrats on winning the murder raffle i guess

my little ball of sunshine has returned!!!

rooooooooooooooll credits!

“oscar no don’t look at the papers for the murder raffle!”

“what? this? idk what you just said but heehee it probably isn’t important” *crumbles it up*

oh sweet summer child

an absolute KNOCKOUT of an ensemble

amelia/oscar absolute BROTP

this scene is legit so sad. ungh.

Area Tenor Is Actually Able To Make Sacrifices

totally not foreshadowing!

AWWWWWWW HE’S A MINI ME OF RICCARDO

dude you going to the ball ESPECIALLY AFTER BEING SPECIFICALLY WARNED NOT TO is a TERRIBLE idea

tenors…

and here we are at last!!! at the BALLO IN MASCHERA!!!

(also @ the met audience: you do not have to clap for a set just because there is a chandelier)

girlies’ night out

rude

love this aria, love this character, love the device of freezing background characters

the pageboy squad!

nooooooooooooo don’t manipulate the innocent trouser role

“oh fuck! i, the innocent trouser role, just got manipulated”

the masked ball music just objectively slaps!

gasps of amazement for THE BRITISH

it’s a wedding cake dress

opera logic: taking off your masks at a masked ball while you are actively being sought!

most awkward way to break up with your…”well it’s complicated” not-quite-girlfriend ever

at least it’s not a kitchen knife! (also uh…at least the australian director got our country’s favorite way of killing people correct?)

nooooooooooooooooooo

fastest way to ruin a perfectly good party smh

poor oscar just sitting there helplessly also someone PLEASE give the party band the memo

L for riccardo for having to talk about being in love with his bestie’s wife in front of everyone tbh

Area Baritone Realizes He Fucked Up

at least he forgave them!

this little chorus right here is so beautiful and so sad

NOT HIM HUGGING OSCAR 😭😭😭

and the look of just total HORROR on oscar’s face when he falls

rip riccardo :(

grief bonding moment

to quote an iconic post that i don’t remember who posted it right now, “we don’t like this ball anymore”

and that’s the end! one of verdi’s very best

[indic0lite]

Me, resisting the urge to draw these two in vests:

[queeniecamps]

Princess Flower Scouts for @camp-camp-hell‘s Mario au*!!

[aqricus]

chuuya has a oral fixation which not only involves him eating a lot of candies (preferably citrus flavoured ones) but it involves him sucking on your titties with every chance he gets. he will take your shirt off just to play with your tits n snuggle with them. he will have you waking up to him gently sucking on your nipples and your shirt or night dress completely lifted out of the way because he can't help but not love your boobs! (get him help this is a warning) - 💋

there’s sO much potential with this omg. chuuya absently rolling a hard candy around on his tongue and snapping to attention when he feels your lips press to his and your tongue delve into his mouth to swipe the candy into your own. him staring back at you for a moment with wide eyes and slightly ajar lips, only for a coy grin to spread slowly over his lips. then, he’d slide his hand against your jaw to draw you in for another kiss so he can take it back.

always being able to taste the same citrus flavor on his tongue every time you kiss him, except for the one time you pull back and squint at him because he tastes like root beer instead. him freezing when he feels you withdraw sharply, hand flinching away from your waist and eyebrows furrowing as he searches your eyes for any discomfort, only to exhale in relief and pinch your cheek for worrying him when you point out the difference in flavor.

him bundling you into side rooms during events whenever people try to get too friendly with you, his hands pinning your wrists to the wall so all you can do is relax against him and gasp his name as he sucks dark love-bites into the skin just beneath the neckline of your dress and gently kisses over them to alleviate the sting. not being able to sense anything other than him—smelling his cologne, feeling the heat bleeding through his gloves and his lips on your neck, hearing him murmur to hold still and his triumphant laugh afterward as he admires his work and wishes “that bastard would try again.”

him dozing off with his head shoved under your shirt, and when he wakes up and realizes he doesn’t have enough wiggle room to play with your titties, he’s gently working your shirt up over your chest to attach his lips to your breasts. he does it for comfort, a mostly innocent gesture, and yet every kiss and suck sends electricity shooting to your core. out here suckling on your nipples like you’re not soaking through your panties smh

[emperor-palpaminty]

Are you still taking requests?

What about a very jealous Crosshair or Echo pre-relationship and their brothers egging them on?

I haven't done echo in so long shdkdjsk!!! Baby BOOOOOY!!!!! Also he has actual prosthetic arms and legs because I am gonna pretend like he can change them out for formal events

warnings: major simping, pretty dresses, I cannot write anything else apparently, also mentions of wine (i don’t even like wine smh)

Echo wasn't a jealous man. Really, he wasn't.

At least, that was what he told himself when he watched her walk into the room, dripping in silk. The senator held her head up high, hair piled on her head, shoulders rolled back as she moved down the stairs, hand gently resting on the railing as she moved down. The train of her dress followed, pouring down the stairs.

He didn't bother hiding the way he sucked in his breath- she was glistening.

Crosshair laughed in the comm. "Someone's got it bad, huh?" Echo barely managed to get a hiss in towards the sniper.

"Boys," Hunter warned. "Keep your eyes out. We're here to make sure the senator stays alive." From a distance, Echo saw him perched at the roof, watching the exterior of the building. "Tech, anything?"

"Nothing yet." The clone muttered into the comm. "I'm watching all signals bouncing in the room."

“I’m keeping an eye out on visuals inside.” Echo skimmed the room, tearing his eyes away from the graceful senator. “No unusual activity.”

“I’ll bet you’re watching.” Crosshair’s snark was just as effective through the modulator of the comm. 

“Shut up.”

“No, you.”

Echo gnashed his teeth. “Di’kut.” 

“Hut’uun.”

“Boys!” Hunter hissed. “I will make you both hug and make up if you both don’t shut the kark up.”

“A fate worse than death.” Echo mumbled, drawing his eyes back to the senator, which wasn’t hard to do. She was currently talking very calmly to a man, smiling at him and his aid, bowing her head politely. Even so his heart throttled and twisted angrily, irritated at himself. 

Crosshair snickered, his visor illuminated in the distant moonlight as he shook his head. “You’d rather hug and make up with something else.”

“I’m going to-”

“I’m picking up on something.” Tech spoke up suddenly, exasperation seeping through the comm system. “High levels of sass.”

Wrecker broke out in fits of laughter over the commlinks, pealing through Echo’s helmet abrasively. “Ha, ha! That’s what I like about ya, Echo.”

Echo scowled but fought off the urge to say anything. It felt like he had just assimilated into the small group of clones, and he didn’t want to cause any rifts. He bit his tongue, turning his eyes back to the gala below. “Look at all of these people. You think they know anything about the actual war?”

“Who knows?” Tech mumbled softly. It was a hum over the comm, but somehow every brother picked it up.

There was a moment of weight. The comms were silent for a moment with heaviness, a bated breath, and none of them dared to say anything about the weight of the galaxy that rested on the shoulders of a few men.

Crosshair’s voice slithered between the cracks of the fragile quietness. “Let’s go back to teasing each other.” 

Echo wanted to agree, and he mumbled a half-hearted “Mm.” She looked up at him, peering down from the second-floor railing. She offered him a small smile, gentle, and it radiated, brighter than the lights and sweeter than any wine they were serving below. “You know,” He said, softly. “At least there is one senator out there who gets us.”

The others gave affirmations, Wrecker’s “Yeah, she does!” being the loudest out of them all. Echo grinned under his helmet as Hunter chuckled. 

“Guys, go easy on him.”

“Why?” Crosshair giggled in the system. “It’s so sweet, watching him make googly-eyes at her.”

“I don’t make googly-eyes.” Echo muttered, stepping away from the bannister after scanning the room. “I make... regular eyes.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” The largest clone rumbled, still breaking with laughter. Echo winced at the booming of his voice. “You keep staring at her from your watch point.”

“To make sure she stays alive.” 

At least... that was what he told himself. Just business, strictly business. Even so, his mind wandered to her, waning in its strict upholdings and tugging at the net he tried to use to constrain his thoughts of her- her airy movements, how she practically floated across the floor, her sleepy voice after being awoken abruptly by the Batch knocking on her door, or her ringing laughter that was fully free to run over him like waves. The net was broken and his soul was snatched away by her unwitting hands.

“Hunter to Echo,” The sargent’s voice sliced through his thoughts. “You see anything yet?”

Echo leaned back over the bannister, breath drawing in as he spotted a man coming in from the side door. “Yeah, I think so.” He hurried around, closer to the side door. “Someone came in from the side.”

Tech hummed in thought from the comm. “That’s odd. The representatives should be coming in from the main entrance.”

“On it,” Echo jumped up onto the edge of the bannister, balancing, watching and waiting as he perched. His heart thrummed as the senator turned, eyes sharp, landing on the man. She froze.

An obsidian barrel pointed out at her, and her eyes flickered up at him. Echo.

Echo’s chest flared with anger, heat, and he pounced. He landed hard on the perpatrator, metal legs digging into his back as they landed hard. Party goers gasped, turning and staring at the clone, shocked, eyes darting between Echo and the unconcious man lying on the floor, blaster knocked a good amount away by the impact.

Except her- her eyes only stayed on him. Echo hurried towards her and took her hand, pulling her away from everyone. “Let’s get you to cover.”

She nodded, following him, stopping to kick off those heels of hers and following him with bare feet. She raised a hand to her ear and said, softly, “Hunter, I’m alright. Echo’s got me.”

Echo almost stopped moving, and his blood ran cold. “You’re connected to our comms?”

“Of course.” A smile tugged at her voice, and Echo groaned internally. “I can hear you.”

“The whole time?” Echo grimaced as Crosshair cackled in the headset. Echo reached up to his helmet and quickly shut the system off, ducking into the designated safe room on the side.

She chuckled, pulling in the trail of silk behind her as he shut the door. “All of it. Do you really make googly-eyes at me?”

Echo mumbled under his breath, feeling a sudden gently thud on the sides of his helmet. She stood in front of him, hands resting gently on the cheeks of his helmet and lifting it up. “I don’t mind your googly eyes, Echo.” She spoke softly, gently, resting his helmet in her hands. “I quite like them, actually.”

She was close- the only thing between them was his helmet resting in her hands. Quietly, Echo moved his hands to cover hers, and his words propelled from his mouth, shattering in his throat. “I... I’m sorry. I wish I could see you some other way, but-”

Her fingers pressed gently to his lips, moving his helmet under her arm. The silk was cool under his gloved hands as he pressed his fingers to her dress. “I can’t look at you any other way, either, Echo.” He smiled, quietly, feeling her lips brush his chin. “I don’t want to look at you any other way.”

He felt nothing, just the silk of her gown and the magnetic pull of her warm lips to his in the small, dark safe room, and a chapped mix of a moan and sigh escaped his throat as he wrapped his arms around her. She smelled floral, like open spaces and free planets, somewhere far from here. She broke away, the absolutely spine-chilling hum a musical sound to his ears. 

“How is he?” Echo heard the tinkering of Crosshair’s laugh in the senator’s earpiece. 

Echo reached out, taking the comm. “Shut up, Cross,” He hissed, turning off the comm and wrapping his arms around the senator. She laughed lightly, lips meshing and dancing with Echo’s.

[paintedkinzy-88]

Ok, since we're almost halfway through Pride Month, I feel like I should ask this: what are your sexuality headcanons for the Sans AUs, and how do you think they would act at a Pride Parade? Anyways, have fun, and Happy Pride Month!

Ahhhh I hate that it’s already almost done and I’ve done nOTHING. I was going to draw something, but we’ll see if I have time to before the end of the month. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

But but but I can do this much. Probably. XD

I’m only gonna do the main AUs cuz that’s a long list as it is, so apologies but I’m not adding like Razz or Sci or anything dhsjbfjsbd. But anyway since I know this will get long I’m cutting it off here. If you want my Pride Rambles heckin take them:

Going off a semi-peaceful multiverse of course, cuz I like everyone kinda getting along—

Classic: personally always seen him as Bisexual, but more leaning towards a masculine attraction. So like a 4-5 on the Kinsey Scale huehue. Honestly don’t think he’d go to a Pride Parade unless someone dragged him there cbsjfbjsnf, so he’s probably just lazing around/being carried the whole way, and wearing a million Pride accessories cuz his friends/brother just keep piling them on while he’s sleeping lmfao

Red: Mostly the same as Classic, tbh. Though he’d probably be picking a lot of fights with anti-protestors outside the parade ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Blue: Pan, he likes anyone and everyone! As long as you meet his taco standards, gender plays no role. He’s definitely the energetic, supportive one at Pride that’s trying to make sure everyone feels happy and involved. He’s usually at the front of the parade, but also weaving through the crowd a lot. Someone says their family doesn’t support them?? Blue’s there to make you feel welcomed and valid no matter what. (ง’̀-‘́)ง

Lust: Demiromantic, Pansexual, and maybe Genderqueer. As in, he usually goes by he/him but doesn’t mind other pronouns, and will typically dress more feminine or masculine depending on however he feels. If he looks good, he looks good, gender expectations be damned. And I just think sexual attraction is one thing (kinda an important thing for his world, too), but being romantically attracted is rare. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ He be the one that’s always friendly-flirting at Pride, and complementing absolutely everyone. He’s totally dressed up with flare, but still stylish and in the colors of one of his flags huehue.

Ink: I go back and forth with Ink a little?? I kinda go by partial canon, seeing him as Asexual and Biromantic, but he’s not sex repulsed. I feel like with him making so many worlds and so many Lust variants, it’s more of a “yes this person is aesthetically sexy” rather than any actual feeling attached to it. XD He goes to Pride in a l l the colors. He’s probably passing out face paint and confetti poppers and other Very Messy Things too. Maybe he’s even painting people’s faces himself before the parade, honestly.

Error: Maybe Demiromantic, but otherwise boi be like Classic, just more grumpy and prone to anger. XD Idk if he’d really want to go to a Pride Parade, because of the crowds, but I suppose if he was he’d likely be in the waaaay back where no one else is, just people watching, maybe enjoying seeing a partner having fun themself and that’s it. … Or he’s on the sides of the parade threatening anti-protestors too, that’s probably a thing.

Dream: HMMMM thinking long and hard about the Dreamtale duo ngl. I just felt like they don’t really. Care about gender or anything at all, and probably didn’t have any of this in their village. I guess I can see Dream as questioning, but leaning towards Pan??? He’s probably been to so many Pride Parades though, let’s be honest. Soaking in the positivity and doing his best to cheer up anyone who’s scared or uncertain in themselves. I can see him educating himself in all the stuff he missed out on so he could lend semi accurate advice to anyone still questioning themselves. He be the therapist wherever he goes smh, but I’m sure there’s been multiple occasions that his friends have pulled him into the festivities as well. I can definitely see Lust and Ink making him dress up a bit. XD mayhaps…. 👀👀

Nightmare: mostly the same as Dream, but he’s had a lot more time to think it over. Idk, I’ve always seen him as Demiromantic, and then just not caring about gender at all. It’s the one thing he always respects in others because he just doesn’t understand mortals’ obsession with gender roles. He’s a murderer, but he’s a murderer that will get your pronouns right. He likely only goes to Prides because his boys go, lmao. He’ll do whatever they wanna do at the parade, within reason. That means no, he will not get his face painted, but they’re definitely able to throw some rainbow accessories and shit on him, even if he’s not happy about it. XD Gonna be washing the rainbow glitter out of his goop for MONTHS…

Cross: He be Bi, just like canon huehue. I’ve also been reading a lot of Trans Masculine fics lately, and I can see that. Idk if I’d ever outwardly mention it in a story, since I don’t personally know much about that kind of experience and don’t want to represent it wrong, but hey if you wanna see it in my fics go right ahead, I’m not against that at all! Cross probably swapped out his cape for a bisexual flag at Pride lmao, but he’s mostly there to accompany friends and/or partners, so he’s not super social with others unless they come up to him. A good guard against creeps though!

Horror: I was going to say Bi, but honestly, nah I think he’d be Gay. I just don’t see him being very interested in girls at all??? Femininity is fine, just not girls. He’s the big burly scary guy at Pride, I feel like he’d be getting a lot of attention he doesn’t know what to do with wheeeze. Might have also brought cupcakes or cookies tbh. Gotta make sure everyone isn’t skipping lunch and passing out during the parade.

Killer: Definitely Gay. The gayest of them all and he’s not ashamed of it. He’s probably causing a lot of chaos and arguments with anti-protestors or just general creeps, mostly cuz he finds their reactions funny. Otherwise he’s a flirty bastard and probably hanging off of Cross and/or Nightmare most of the day. Idk if he’d be wearing much flag/color wise, but he’s definitely trying to put stuff all over everyone else.

Dust: I’ve always seen Dust the most Classic like, so he’s Bisexual too for sure. He’s likely right beside Killer in causing chaos and threatening assholes, but he’s also staying by Horror so the big guy isn’t overwhelmed in the crowd. I’ll bet that Killer convinced him to make little poppers and actual fireworks, too wheeeze. Used safely, of course. Mostly. Probably. Sort of.

Fresh: AroAce. I just don’t see him as very interested in having partners honestly?? Doesn’t mean I haven’t liked some Fresh ships, but for the most part he’s chill being single in my AUs lmfao. Fresh probably brought so many things to the parade. He’s got huge rainbow flag that the crowd can carry over the top of them, a bunch of glow sticks for necklaces/bracelets, balloons, wigs, light up glasses, flags galore, anything and everything, all of questionable origin ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Honestly, I’m not usually a fan of having an entire group of characters identify under LGBT, because it’s not very realistic to me. Not that I’m against the people that do, of course! Do what you want, I don’t care. It’s just not how I roll ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

But, all the Sans AUs are based on one dude, so it kinda makes sense that they’d all reflect him in some way, some more than others. And since I’ve always seen him as Bi/Pan, ya bet a lotta the AUs are kinda the same wheeeze. There are a lot of UT characters I see as straight, Sans just isn’t usually one of them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maybe that’s just me projecting onto my fav, but whatever, it’s fictional characters, why the heck not.

ANYWAY these are just my headcanons. It’s not usually a thing I pay much attention to, especially when reading other’s fics. I feel like it’s really up to interpretation most of the time, and that’s one of my favorite parts of fandoms XD

[ushidoux]

Kiss Me More - Doja Cat ft. Sza, Ushijima x Reader

Warnings: alcohol and tobacco use, creepy dudes in the club, car sex, nsfw

A/N: I cannot stop thinking about this song smh

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It’s several minutes past midnight… your mind is hazy, it swims in the scent of the strawberry-flavored shisha that bubbles on the table before you, in the second mixed drink that’s doing a little more damage to your consciousness than it should. You are a well known lightweight, but maybe you willed yourself to be a little more drunk than you should be tonight.

Your hands drape lazily around your friend, and you laugh a little too hard, burying your face in her bare shoulder courtesy of her strapless dress, as you hold onto her for support. Her scent is comforting, not in the same way that Ushijima’s is, of course, but it’s what you need right now. Her hands play with your hair as you move in tune with the music; she wants to beat your situationship into the ground because she knows where your mind is is very precarious right now.

But for now you’re having fun.

Your dress is short and both form-fitting and flattering, and your heels are high. You look absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, and to the dismay of many, you’ve rebuffed every man who’s approached you for a dance thus far. 

In this crowded club, with bodies pressed together, heat, sweat and lust abundant in the air, you’ve stayed close to your friends, as though you were trying to stay ‘faithful’... to what exactly?

He was just so… dense. You’d never been so needy before until you’d met him. The feeling of powerlessness to decide the course of things was overwhelming; you always seemed to be waiting for him. Waiting for him to text you, touch you, acknowledge your presence.

Maybe the game you were playing was immature, but it didn’t matter how many times your phone vibrated in your bra, you were not picking up. Not tonight.

Your friend pulled back from your embrace to check a text message and glanced at you for a moment, but you were already off in a spin to the bar just paces away for drinks. 

“I’ll be right back~” you murmured, an inebriated grin on your face.

You stumbled shakily past a moving mass of bodies before reaching your destination. Leaning over the bar trying to catch the bartender’s attention, it wasn’t long before you felt a stranger’s arm snaking around your waist.

“What the-”

A quick turn had you facing a sleazy grinned man.

“What are you drinking, princess?”

He was still disgustingly close, enough that you could smell the alcohol on his tongue, but regardless, you smiled sickeningly sweetly, shaking your head before breaking free of his hold.

“I don’t drink actually,” you lied unconvincingly as if you weren’t wobbling on your feet, but you needed something to reply before you marched back over to your friends, sobering up ever so slightly. 

Once you’d rejoined your friends, you glanced over your shoulder to see him still watching you, and a shudder ran down your spine.

But you weren’t going to let yet another man ruin your fun.

“Did you call him?” Your friend asked once you’d replaced your arms around her shoulders.

Your eyebrows furrowed angrily.

“No, why would I?” 

She sighed, tired of being on her feet, and pulled you down with her to sit before taking a long draw of shisha. Your eyes focused on your other friend who’d come with her boyfriend and might as well have been dry-humping in public, she was that close to him physically.

Lack of ambiguity in a relationship was nice.

Your phone vibrated again, and you pulled it out of your bra in annoyance, setting it on the table face down without checking. 

Alcohol was waning in your system and you were starting to feel sad again, but you had been spooked enough by the creepy dude at the bar that you wouldn’t venture for a drink for a while.

Except when you looked up, you realized that that same stranger had now made his way over to you, his smile now replaced with a twisted snarl from rejection.

“Don’t be a bitch, I can see you’re just slightly off from piss drunk,” he hissed, before yanking at your arm roughly, forcing you to let out a yelp.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Your friend shrieked, her hand raised for a firm slap only for her hand to be blocked by the man who was getting more belligerent by the second.

The pain of the grip he had on your arm was barely dulled by alcohol as you tried to wrench it away from him, wondering how the fuck someone ends up so bold as to harass women in a full club. Your friend and her boyfriend disentangled themselves quickly enough to make their way over to help you, but were beaten to it by the sound of your not-exactly boyfriend’s deep voice.

“If you’d like to keep that arm, I suggest you fuck off immediately.”

Ushijima’s large hand wrapped around the arm that was restricting yours and he wasn’t looking at you, but at the man who was harassing you, his eagle-like eyes narrowed further. Your eyes widened - he hated places like these, when did he get here? How long had he been here? Who was he with?

There was a brief moment where the two stared each other down, but your creep wasn’t able to hide the wince forming on his features as Ushijima’s hand tightened, and his fingers unfurled around yours quickly.

He stormed off, tail between his legs, through the small crowd that had now gathered to observe the scene. Now that the spotlight seemed to be on you, Ushijima interrupted his own glare at the fleeing man to give you a once over to see if you were okay, fists unclenching.

“This is certainly one way to get my attention,” he mused, and your blood boiling immediately, you considered punching him in the face, but your friend hushed you, rubbing the tender part of your forearm.

But you were still angry.

“Don’t you have practice in a couple hours? Why would you waste your time here?”

He pursed his lips somewhat, but giving a clear glance to your friend who shook her head and backed off, he reached for your hand gently.

“Next time, pick up your phone. Let’s talk somewhere privately.”

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“I wish you would just,” your tirade was interrupted by a single hiccup, “be clear about,” you paused as though winded, but continued, “... whatever the fuck this is!”

You stopped and your words hung in the small space between you. Seated in the passenger seat of his car, you felt like the space was closing in. You hadn’t had tons of dating experience, but you’d had enough to know that it was never a good sign when someone seemed to care less than you did. You’d been dumped before and once was enough. 

The way Ushijima had you orbiting around him was embarrassing. Even when you were trying not to need him, you still ended up needing him. Sure, things would have turned out fine most likely even if he hadn’t been there, but still.

Ushijima was quiet, but his eyes remained on you. You hated how comfortable he could feel just staring, relaxed and unmoving like some kind of unnecessarily detailed sculpture.

“What do you think this is?” You finally asked. Your voice was smaller than it needed to be and again, you were embarrassed, but if he meant to break your heart, it would be better to do this when your friends were still around, waiting, and could support you.

Maybe then you could cry for real rather than grieve aimlessly while still locked in some kind of formless relationship.

“I think we’re dating, and I like you and you like me,” he finally replied. “Of course, I can’t speak for you. I hope that you feel the same way I do.”

Your heart stirred ever so slightly, and your fingers found a job adjusting the hem of your dress. Your eyes focused on the curve of your knees. He says the right things, but does he mean them?

“You’re distant. Like you can’t be bothered that I’m around.”

His hand reached out for you, his fingers resting on the nape of your neck.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?” He whispered, leaning in. His other hand closed around your chin, turning you so that you could look at him. 

In the moonlight, the hazel of his eyes was especially bright, making your heart pound. His gaze focused on the lower lip that was starting to quiver.

“I want to kiss you, but you’re still upset,” he said suddenly, directly, as though it were the most simple yet frustrating dilemma. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m not paying attention to your concerns.”

“Toshi…,” you were at a loss for words, especially with his lips so close. Your hand rested on his chest.

“Can I show you how I feel?”

You nodded, and his lips found their way onto yours.

His tongue slipped into your mouth like it was home and you accepted him in similar fashion. Your hands made their way around his neck and he hastily pulled you over the car console onto his lap, deepening the kiss as he leaned you against the steering wheel of the car. 

It wasn’t long before your body-conforming dress now covered nothing, your breasts exposed for kisses between and around them, for the gentle massage of his large hands. Your back arched as kisses littered your neck, collarbones, arms and the soft part of your belly. 

You moaned as he lowered you onto his cock that always craved the pressure of your walls around him, leaning forward and biting the flesh of his shoulder as you endured the stretch. He lay the car seat down flat, engulfing your lips with his before rolling his cock into you slowly, sensually, taking every moment for you to mewl into his open mouth. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, keeping you steady as he slammed you down against him, leaving marks that he would kiss away later.

He’d kiss you so many ways for so many days, months, years to come.

[floraflow]

just UGH

Shopping with Christa and Gen was pretty much a complete disaster, as Gen used every oppurtunity she could to mortify me.

Why did I even agree to this in the first place? It’s not like I could afford anything at the places we were going, and of course, Gen jumped at the chance to draw attention to that at every moment she could. Like she kept finding the most expensive clothes at whatever store we were at and suggesting I try it on, then when I would awkwardly decline, she would make a whole scene of being like, “OMG I’M SO SORRY, I KEEPT FORGETTING” and then she kept pointing out the sale sections to me  -__-*  I even noticed store workers kinda staring at me, like they could literally SMELL the Bog on me or something SMH.

I tried on some gold hoop earrings and Christa told me gold is definitely my color, which was super flattering. Preeeetty sure I blushed a lil’ bit xD  

But I could tell Gen was not pleased by my receiving any positive attention from Christa. When Christa was in the changing room, Gen basically cornered me, wearing a wide, forced smile and said, in a voice so saccharine I could have thrown up, “Gold is my color too, but I would never be caught dead in hoops. They’re so...” I caught her slightly looking me up and down “...ya know.” She wrinkled her nose as though I was the human embodiment of a gym sock. I didn’t really react cuz I was honestly just so baffled by her brazen cruelty. Then she continued, coolly, like she hadn’t just underhandedly insulted me, “So you and James are, like, officially together now, right?”

My face betrayed me and turned beet red. I stammered, “I mean, we’re hanging out...” (so pathetic, I know)

“I didn’t know James ‘hung out.’ He REALLY likes keeping to himself. A little weird, no?”

I shrugged pathetically and looked down at my shoes, willing this interaction to end.

“I’m not, like, saying that’s a BAD thing! I get it, he’s mysterious. I mean, you know I know the dirt on EVERYONE at Bogwick, but he has always been a hard one to figure out, ya know?” I wasn’t really sure what Gen wanted me to say so I just kinda stayed silent. She continued, “What, so you aren’t even a little curious about what skeletons he could be hiding in his closet?”

Thankfully, Christa emerged from the dressing room looking as gorgeous as always and Gen instantly snapped to attention, showering her in compliments. I let out a sigh of relief, but at this point, I was so deeply anxious that I couldn’t even focus on anything happening around me. Gen had thoroughly shaken me up this time, and I don’t even know how! Just the way she talks, the way she makes you feel so small and stupid UGH. I don’t even remember the rest of the day.

All I know is that I’m EXHAUSTED and am NEVER hanging out with Gen outside of school again.