#fiends the lot of em

[softsimulation]

latte da

a little coffee house for your caffeine-fiend sims! i don’t build community lots often but i was in desperate need of a coffee shop for newcrest & here we are. enjoy!

welcome to another embraced addition of the new newcrest scheme. newcrest as we know it is dead, and latte da is proof! part of mayor alto's plan to encourage deep-pocketed san myshuno residents to invest in our humble town, the llama lagoon strip has been slowly undergoing an extensive (and expensive) modernisation! don’t ask yourself “who’s paying for this?” that’s not important, ask yourself “do i believe in the future?” the answer is: you do! and there is nothing more promising than yet another coffee chain opening it’s doors in a small town to sell overpriced coffee to sims who don’t want it. come down to latte da and taste the bitter future!

moderate cc (included)

uses most packs (sorry!!)

this spot was placed on the 30x20 lot in the llama lagoon neighbourhood of newcrest and was inspired by & designed to be placed with @softerhaze’s newcrest youth center & @cowboycid’s kitt community theater, so go grab em!

tou: do what you want just don’t reupload to paywall sites :)

download <3

[thesesoldierboysarebi]

TF141 types of women they attracted to most (tho I’m ngl I think they like all women)

Ghost: Looks-wise, likes curvy, chubby women. Loves short little things with thick thighs; loves shocking them by picking them up with little effort on his end, adores to hear a curvy little bird squawk in surprise when he does it. Personality-wise, tends to like women who are either: 1. Incredibly shy and sweet, a little mouse of a thing, or 2. The type of woman who will actually just kill him. Both, if possible.

Soap: likes tall women, ESPECIALLY if they’re taller than him. Listen, he just wants to get it in with an Amazon, all right. Will encourage his date to wear heels if they want to, please, do not be afraid to tower over him. He’s gonna climb that mountain later, anyway. Enjoys athletic types, man’s a gym rat, so he likes to have that in common with a girl. For personality, any girl with lots of energy, a naturally bubbly demeanor; Soap’s an energetic, optimistic type himself and he likes to match energy. Of course, he could never say no to a woman who can kick his ass verbally and physically.

Price: he doesn’t typically have a strong like or dislike for any specific body type or physical characteristic, though he often finds himself more drawn to women with dark hair and curves. But truly, he doesn’t discriminate. Personality, he likes a woman with confidence and strong wills, someone who knows what she wants, and is good at communication. Honesty is always the best principle for any relationship, and at this point in his life, he’s going to be drawn to a partner who can match him in emotional maturity.

Gaz: MILF. MILF MILF MILF. He has a t-shirt that just says “I ❤️ older women” that he wears all the time during downtime and leave. Mans is FIENDING for older women. Any shape or size. Give him some stretch marks and thick thighs and he is SET. Honestly all the task force loves older women, but none of them love ‘em the way Gaz loves ‘em.

[darylsdelts]

Hi😊 I was wondering if you could write the A - Z NSFW head canons for Daryl when you feel like it? I really love how you write him!

Tysm for this anon! This is fun!

Please keep in mind that sometimes I’m in the mood for subby Daryl and sometimes the opposite so my own opinions constantly change so, aside from this… yes Daryl is also daddy.

Aftercare - in the beginning, Daryl definitely doesn’t know what to do with himself after being intimate with you. The first few times, he pulls away after without saying anything and would either head out or just make some space between you. After he realises you actually want him there and understands what he should do then he definitely holds you close to his chest, a kiss on the top of your head, tells you he enjoyed it and he loves you.

Body - favourite body part… Daryl’s a boob man. He don’t give a shit, big or small but he loves em. (Norman is the biggest fucking boob man so so is Daryl, ok?) he also loves your eyes because he finds comfort in them, being able to hold eye contact is a big thing for Daryl. That being said, he basically get separation anxiety if he hasn’t been able to play with your pussy for a while😭 (not really but you’re his first time for everything so he just can’t get enough)

Cum - hear me out, Daryl used to get scared to cum. Like it took a while for him to get used to it. He’d enjoy show good it all felt but as soon as he would get too close he’d ask you to stop, he didn’t know why but he’d get all panicky. Until one day you very gently told him you were gonna make him cum and you guided him through it. It’s not like he hadn’t jerked off before, he didn’t even understand the anxiety himself. But the first time you did make him cum, there was quite a lot and he got real shy but he enjoyed it and since then he’s a fiend for when you just use your hand. He’s not really into cumming on your face but he likes the tummy. Even though he knows he can’t, sometimes he’ll still beg to cum inside you.

Dirty secret - he secretly likes the thought of you forcing him to watch yourself get off on your own fingers, tormenting him and not letting him touch you or himself. You’d have him practically rutting into thin air as he watched your fingers work hard, wishing it was his cock.

Experience - Daryl had no experience before you, he was a virgin. He didn’t outright say that but you caught on and you eventually asked him about it, which to your surprise he didn’t get defensive about, he was more ashamed than anything. But good Lord, he used his fingers liked he’d been in training his whole life, sure he was inexperienced but it didn’t show. The only telltale sign was his premature ejaculation the first time you two messed about and also how he humps his hips against the mattress when he eats you out.

Freaky - He’s not freaky lmfao. He’s pretty vanilla, with a submissive streak. The most dominant he gets is calling you a good girl and making you suck his fingers. Other than that he’s gentle and tends to slip into a sort of submissive role.

Goofy - Daryl’s too focused to be goofy. Nothing to laugh about if his girl ain’t cumming yet. But he’s not boring, obviously, just usually too caught up in pleasure. Unlessssss… you’re overstimulating him, something he loves, then he might get a little giggly accidentally but only because he doesn’t know what to do with himself when you’re attacking his sensitive head.

Hair - Daryl’s hair is sparse on his chest and torso but his happy trail gets a little darker, not black though, I would say probably a medium brown colour, let’s remember he’s a blonde baby at heart. He’s got a little bit of bush going on but he trims it now and then. As for you, he couldn’t care less, he’s still gonna eat his meal 😋! If you do get the chance to shave, he’d most likely be surprised. “What’s this? Ya been shavin’? Hope ya ain’t done it fer me”. He wouldn’t want you to think you have to shave for him to find you attractive, to be honest it kinda throws him off when you’re hairless.

Intimacy - he’s a needy fucker for a cuddle. He don’t look like it but he might as well be the damn cuddle monster when it comes to you. In private of course. In public he’d just squeeze your hand and maybe kiss your forehead if no one’s looking but PDA makes him uncomfortable. That’s why he’s so touchy and clingy at home.

Jerking off - not much time for Daryl to touch himself, also, he’s with you so he might aswell just ask you to do it. However, if for any reason you’re apart, he might get a little pent up, start daydreaming about things you say to him and how you say it “such a good boy, Daryl” he’d practically fuck his hand, being so desperate for release that he’d cum way too fast. He also likes to cup his balls when he cums.

kinks - secret mommy kink secret mommy kink secret mommy kink. He didn’t know he had one but he did know that he tends to gravitate to nurturing women who make him feel comforted but he’s never found any sexual desire there until he met you. So attentive and so nurturing, you always knew what he needed… it just slipped out one time, you were straddling him whilst he was still clothed. You’d teased him all day and he was a mess, rutting against your core through his jeans, begging to be touched. He couldn’t help it when he had an accidental orgasm in his pants and moaned out “m-mommyyyy”. And boy did you hold him to that.

Location - Home. Daryl don’t take no risks! Except for when he lets you tease him under the table at meetings.

Motivation (turn ons) - you, especially if you’ve been fighting, he loves watching his girl fight. Your kindness turns him on as-well, unless someone takes advantage of it, then he’s out to kill.

No (turn offs) - roughness, he’s not into being rough with you or you being tough with him. His life’s been rough enough.

Oral - he gets whimpery when you suck his dick, he bucks his hips and whines and he fucking loves it. Almost as much as he loves to eat you out. He’d lay on his stomach, eating you out whilst simultaneously rubbing his cock against the mattress, leaving a puddle of precum.

Pace - usually a slow to medium pace, he likes making love to you but if he’s stressed or had a rough day, he’s gonna go fast. That’s the only time he’ll be overly dominant. Basically just using your body.

Quickie - as much as he thinks about it, Daryl’s not pushing you up against a tree mid-hunt. It’s dangerous and not exactly comfortable for you. The closest thing he’s gotten to a quickie is one time you teased his cock through his jeans during a group dinner and he was so close to cumming he basically dragged you to the bathroom and had you suck him off.

Stamina - less than he had in the beginning 😭 he’s 55 now, he’s still got impeccable stamina and could go for round two but not as quickly as he could at 40.

Toys - one day, you came home from a scavenge with a vibe, he was a little annoyed, saying you could’ve got more important things but you assured him that this was all you found. He assumed it was for your use only but… you held it to his frenulum and suddenly he was glad it was all you could find. You told him that if you found a dildo you could use that on him too but he couldn’t tell if you were joking or not, maybe he’d let you use your fingers before any of that… maybe.

Unfair - after all of this submissive Daryl talk, he does like seeing you flustered, he likes to tease just as much as you do, he makes it like a little competition.

Volume - he’s quiet, small grunts and whimpers unless the vibe is involved then you gotta stuff your panties in his mouth.

Wild card (random hc) - likes when you worship his body, makes him less insecure (which he very much is but shouldn’t be)

X-ray - 7 inches and thick! Tip is a pinky red and he’s uncut. His balls are heavy asf but pretty tight. 4 inches when soft and when he’s hard it stands to attention with no curve.

Yearning - tried to play it cool… still tries to play it cool but is obsessed with you.

Zzz - as soon as you’re snuggled up, he’s gone. Fucking finally, he never slept well before you.

God this took fucking ages.

[babyhatesreality]

hello hello! i hope you’re well!💕 imagine the following:

baby being a hot chip fiend.

the thought has not left me. i’m plagued with thoughts of it on the daily.😭

since katie cat is a modern little, the thought of her enjoying and munching away on takis or hot cheetos while steve and/or bucky just recoil at the spiciness of it just makes me laugh.

especially since steve and bucky were just raised in a completely different time, a stomachache waiting to happen for them, is literally just a casual little snack for her.😭💀

however, there’s also the possibility that at least one of them…bucky would like the spice.

OMG @spoopynortherndownwhore!! So this is hilarious for a multitude of reasons. The first being- I adore this idea and it makes me laugh so hard- you are a genius. Also I'm so sorry for the delay. The second- I am the absolute opposite of a hot chip fiend. Like some of the Taco Bell mild stuff is too much for me. So I have absolutely no idea how to write it because I am literally that person that get a whiff of a spicy scent and starts making faces like a two year old confronted with broccoli.

So all that being said....Imma make some stuff up because it makes me laugh and because you are amazing and I hope it makes you laugh!

This one time you were grocery shopping with Bucky, and a package of Flaming Cheetos caught your eye. You thought the cheetah with the fire behind him was pretty, so you asked if you could get it.

Bucky wasn't sure about this. "Baby, these are hot and spicy. I don't think you're gonna like 'em." But when your face crumpled with disappointment, of course he couldn't handle that. He tossed them right into the basket. "What the heck. Let's live a little."

Your cheering and giggles was all he needed to know it was the right move.

Once you got home, you were desperate to try them, but Bucky insisted on you eating a normal lunch first. Once you finished your pb&j and carrot sticks, you both decided to try them together.

At the first taste, your eyes widened from the burn, your nose wrinkled as it ran, and your tongue felt like it was on fire. And you liked it a lot. You didn't care for the burn, but once you got past that the taste was really good! You reached for another one, but your hand was intercepted.

Because Bucky, who had popped one in at the same time as you, was nearly gagging. He felt like his face was exploding, his guts were on fire, and he didn't even want to think about what was happening in his colon.

"Absolutely not," he wheezed at you, keeping a hold of your hand while snatching the bag. He put the offending fire chips from hell in the top cabinet above the fridge where you couldn't reach even with your step stool before grabbing the gallon of milk. He sloshed some into your glass quickly, before drinking straight from the jug himself.

Once he tamed the burn, he became aware that you were just watching him curiously, having not touched your milk at all.

"Didn't that burn?" Bucky asked, his voice still hoarse from the spice. You nodded.

"Yeah but it was fun!"

"FUN?!"

"Yup! Can I have another?"

"No, baby, I don't want it to hurt your tummy."

"Doesn't hurt!"

"It might not hurt now, but it'll hurt later. No more flaming hot cheetos."

"Dat's no fun."

"You'll thank me later."

"You didn't like dem, Daddy?"

"They're not gonna like ME, munchkin. Drink your milk please."

After you had obeyed and had a milk mustache, you tried again. "Dey didn't taste good to you?"

"They tasted fine, but that burn....yikes," Bucky mumbled as he wiped your face.

"I like da taste too!"

"The taste WAS good, but it's not worth it."

"Please, Daddy? Just one more?"

"Sorry Trouble, it's not happening again."

"But what if Papa like da taste? Can he has them?"

"Okay, now THAT'S a fun idea."

Later that night, Bucky had convinced Steve to try one, and relented on letting you have another- mostly so he could watch Steve's reaction to you having no reaction.

It went exactly how you think it would go.

Steve banned them from the house after watching you down three cheetos in a row in absolute horror.

When you asked what was going to happen to the rest of the cheetos since they weren't allowed in the house anymore, Bucky brushed it off, saying they'd take care of it.

What you didn't know, was after Steve had tucked you into your bed that night, he caught Bucky sneaking a handful of them in the kitchen pantry with a tub of ice cream next to him.

Bucky just blinked at him innocent. "Don't you judge me, Rogers."

"Fine, Barnes. But you either point your ass the other way in bed tonight, or you're sleeping on the couch."

[vulpixisananimal]

B-side. Chapter 3

The 4th day

"Ladies and gentlemen, Struggle-fiends of Twilight Town! It's time for summer's most sizzling clash! That's right! Today is the day for the Struggle and title match!"

(The sandlot had been renovated for todays Struggle tournament, with lots of seats and a big combat ring to fight in. It would have been exciting, if you didn't screw things up yesterday. You were standing with the other contestants, who were. . .)

"Welcome, the four bad boys who struggled their way through the preliminaries!" (The guy in charge of all this, you never learend his name, really did like driving up the crowd and making a show of this.)

"Regular finalist and head of the Twilight Disciplinary Committee, Seifer!" (You can see Seifer sneer at you, of course he made it in. Maybe beating him would finally shut up him.)

"Completely out of nowhere, who knew he'd make it so far THIS year? Vivi!" (The small and cheeky looking. . . Uh. . . Shadow person? You didn't know Vivi that much, just that he was good and knew some magic.)

"An underground favorite and local attitude problem, Hayner!" (You look over to Hayner, silently wishing he got over yesterday.)

"It's his first trip to the finals! And Struggler number 4, who happens to be my absolute favorite customer, Roxas!"

(You awkwardly wave to the crowd. Yeah, favorite customer. Last time you checked, you were still being framed for stealing things around town. Why the sudden change?)

"So, who will win this sweltering summer Struggle!? And win our grand prize!! But more importantly, who will get the chance to face off against our surprise champion, the pale blur of Twilight town, Siffrin!!"

(Siffrin waved from nearby to the crowd. Honestly, they looked nervous. Not really used to the attention, maybe? Then why'd they go and beat Setzer? You see him glance over at you, then look away.)

>>>

(Round 1, you and Hayner.)

". . ." (The two of you were all ready in the Struggle arena, foam bats and everything. Hayner looked excited, you sighed, and looked away.) "Hey… Sorry about yesterday."

"What?" (Hayner shrugged.) "You still worried about that? You need to learn to let that stuff go Roxas."

"Sorry. . . I've got a lot on my mind." (You take a breath.)

"Sorry, man- wait," (Hayner gets in his fighting stance.) "What am I sorry for? C'mon! Let's get the match going!!"

(You smile, and get your bat ready. You glance over the crowd, your eyes landing on Pence and Olette cheering you on. Hah, you had some good friends, Roxas.)

>>>

"When did Vivi get so tough?" (Hayner asked.)

(Round 2, Vivi and Seifer. You had one in your match against Hayner, he was bumbed, but bounced back quickly.)

"I dunno. . ." (You say, watching the two go at it.)

(Vivi was fast, faster than you'd seen someone move in a long time. By the look of it, Seifer was just as surprised as you, struggling, haha, to keep up.)

"I guess it wouldn't be the first surprise Struggle winner in the past couple days." (Comments Hayner.)

"Yeah. . ." (You glance over to Siffrin. He wasn't watching the match.)

>>>

(Round 3, you and Vivi.)

(You held you Struggle bat tightly. Vivi had been a beast last round. So much so that Seifer himself had given you some words of wisodom.)

("That's not Vivi, thrash em.")

(Well he didn't have to tell you twice.)

(The match started, and you rush forward, taking a few swipes, but the shorter opponent just dodged and jumped away. You try a few more times but each time he'd jump around with his annoying little laugh.)

(You take a few breaths, alright, if that wouldn't work, let him come to you.)

(Vivi hopped around a bit more, before rushing at you with a few strikes. You block him and take your chance. Striking back at Vivi and connecting!!)

(Just a little bit more of that and you're set, Roxas!)

(And so the little dance continued, don't go on the offensieve, wait for an opening and strike!! Again, and again! Vivi struck again and again, but you already got his whole gameplan locked down!! You parry his next swing and send him flying, now's your chance!! You rush forward and. . .)

(Time stops.)

"Again?!?" (You shake your head.)

(You look around, everyone's frozen. Your Hayner, Pence, Olette, the crowd, Siffrin, all of them unmoving. You took your fighting stance, 'cause you could tell what was going to happen next, and the Keyblade appears in your hands.) "Bring it!!"

(From flashes of dull light four of those dusk things surround you. You got this, you got this, YOU GOT THIS!!!)

(You breathe in, and out.)

(You swing, one at a time!! Again, two, three!! It's easy!! This is EASY!! You jump to the side to dodge one of those sharp limbs, you feet feel like they're floating as you drift around the creature. And that must have confused them!!!)

(Again, and again!! And again!!! One down, you strike the others too, keep going!! Keep going untill-)

(Done!!! Finally!!! Stupid, stupid weirdo stranger things!!!)

(You're panting, and you shake your head. Wow, you were light headed. Looking around, everything was still frozen, though. You look around. . . Do you hear clapping?)

"Roxaaaas, alriiiight, fight fight fight!" (You turn around, there was a man in a black cloak clapping, he walks towards you. You take a step back.)

". . . You really don't remember?" (The figure shakes his head. He takes off his cloaks hood, revealing a head of long, spikey red hair, blue eyes, and teardrop tattoos.)

"It's me, y'know, Axel."

(You squint at the weirdo.) "Axel?"

(He shakes his head.) "Talk about blank with a capital B. . . Dusks wont be enough to get this done."

"Hey what's going on here?!?" (You take a stance, getting annoyed at all of this weirdness!)

"Sorry, no time. You're coming with me, conscious or not." (With a burst of flame, Axel reached out and from nothing summoned a pair of chakrams, and started twirling them in his hands.) "Then you'll get your answers."

"What?!?" (You grip the Keyblade closer.) "No way! Just tell me what's going on!!"

"Number 13. Roxas. The Keyblade's chosen one. . ." (Axel said under his breath. He looks to the side. Then back to you.)

". . . Fine! You asked for it!" (You charge Axel, taking a few swings.)

(Axel blocks easily before swinging one of the chakrams into your side, you grit your teeth feeling the fire glance against you. You hop back as Axel takes advantage of that and swipes at you.)

"Hey! Do I ring any bells yet?!?" (Axel yells as you block the swings. You wait for a second, then counter, swiping under Axels swing and hitting him once, twice, thrice, again!)

(He stumbles back, watching you for a moment before dashing forward and twisting behind you in a fraction of a second. You only just have enough time to turn around and block.)

(You take another step back, and wait for Axel to swing in again, which he does. Just like Vivi. You block it and attack again.)

(You're trading blows, but you can't go on forever, c'mon Roxas, get it together!!)

(Axel swings again, another swipe, another retaliation. Don't get greedy, back up once you got your hits in.)

"Roxaaaas c'mooooon." (Axel's taunting you.)

"Shut up!!!" (You yell, charging at him again. He blocks your blows easily. Stupid, stupid-)

(He charges at you again, Chakrams ablaze. He unleases a fury of attacks, each one harder to keep up with. C'mon, Roxas, just a bit- there!!)

(You see an opening, and take it! You swing for Axel, striking at his chest with all you had!!!)

(And it was enough, he stumbles back.)

(You're panting, out of breath.) "NOW will you tell me what's going on?!?"

"Heh, Sorry." (Axel gives you a grin.) "No can do."

(You feel the world distort even worse than before. You stumble back.)

"Roxas," (A new voice, you turn, theres a man standing nearby, red outfit. Face mostly covered) "this man speaks nonsense!"

"Roxas!" (Axel yells.) "C'mon, don't let him deceive you!"

"Roxas!"

"Roxas!!"

"ROXAS!!!!!"

(You grip your head, it hurts, headache. Eyes squeezed shut, stumbling back. Roxas. Roxas Roxas Roxas Roxas ROXAS!!! STOP! YELLING! YOUR! NAME!!)

"H-Hayner, Pence, Olette. . ." (You mumble to yourself. Your friends, your friends you, you needed your friends you- it was, still just, so loud and-)

"Hey. . ." (You feel a hand on your shoulder, a calm voice, a familiar one.) "Breathe with me, okay?"

(. . . . . . You breathe in. . . . . And out. . .)

(You remove your hands from your head, and look up. The crowd was cheering, Vivi lay defeated at the other side of the arena. Those two men were gone.)

(Looking to your left, Siffrin had their hand on your shoulder, they were smiling at you.)

". . . How'd did you-" (You start, he cuts you off.)

"Looks like you'll be after my championship, big guy." (They pat your shoulder before walking away.)

"Roxas!!" (You turn, your friends were running to you.) "You did it!!"

(. . . Yeah, you really did.)

(Somehow.)

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[rroechan]

The Thorny Spider

spidersona-ish-more-like-oc

'Flying Devil'? 'Spider from Hell'? That's just your terrifying friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man on the prowl!

lots of yapping below

Super late for the spiderverse trend but i've been reading an unfortunate amount of peter parker fics and i couldn't help but pull this guy up from memory

Spider-Thorn? Horned Spider? Spider-Fiend?

His name is Piers Lang, born and raised to kick your ass. With both parents dead at the ripe age of 8, kiddo found himself going from his home in M'sia to living with his aunt and uncle all the way in USA 🫡🦅🇺🇸

Abilities

his abilities are about the same as OG spiderman, like spider-proportional strength, speed, stickiness etc etc. There's only one thing that's vastly different from the others is his enhanced senses

So like, enhanced hearing, scent, that sort of thing. If it was already bad for Peter in his day to dau life, imagine what this guy's goin' through

due to a mix of nature and nuture, his senses, particularly his sorta 'area awareness' is higher than the average spidey

He grew up with terrible vision and in a rough neighbourhood so his senses has always been fairly attuned to his surroundings. A bit like a 6th sense or a natural instinct one would naturally gain over time. The bite basically strengthened all these features except his eyesight (most spider species have poor eyesight. only some have it good. i thought that was funny)

that scene in spider-man: far from home where spidey relies entirely on his spider sense to fight mysterio's drones? Yeah THAT but 10 fold

even when totally blinded, he can use this specific ability to make like a fully 3d mental map of the area around him. Basically seeing everything around him 360 with his eyes closed. So he can fully fight no issue in the dark (basically Daredevil's radar sense)

sometimes he purposely fights with eyes closed cause it helps prevent him from being overwhelmed (even pre-bite he had issues with sensory overloads)

For the hearing and smelling, i tried to see if OG spiderman had any upper limit at all to the distance of his abilities but there's nothing solid :// My guy in particular, I like to think there's no true limit to his sense, like he could track a whole city of people if he wanted but he'd have to be meditating and in a super focused state to do so + overuse of his senses makes his head hurt a lot

Out of the suit, he has a habit of wearing earplugs or earphones constantly playing some genre of white noise. And some strong smelling balm on his upper lip (idk whats the actual english name of it)

Aside from that, he has a few spidery traits (got the idea from a fic, no I do not remember what its name is). The spider he was bitten by had all sorts of different spider dna weaved into it.

He sometimes chirps or purrs when in a good mood or just, when he's comfortable enough to not hide his spidery traits. Has stare offs with actual spiders for dominance. Absurdly flexibles and can get into wild contortionist-like poses and calls them comfortable. Likes smoothies. Gets sleepy when cold. Salvatory glands produce a very mild venom. Yada yada

About the suit

He didn't design it, his man-in-the-chair did. Though he did do all the wiring, engineering etc and was the one who suggested to base the suit design off an orb weaver spider

The red of his suit glows with exposure to UV. Adding on the fact that he mainly patrols at night makes it worse for baddies because imagine you're in the middle of crime-ing and from out the darkness, Satan himself comes to be your reckoning.

The suit being majority black adds the challenge of making sure his poses are readable so that's Fun.

of his 8 'eyes' only 2 of them actually function which are the main ones in the upper front. the others are for show.

The horns are where all the business is at. They all have a solid exterior so he fully can use em to shoulder check, headbutt, etc baddies but their main purpose is to act as antennas. Both for his comms so he can go super long distances without worry as well as help hone and focus his senses to his surrounding area

See, usually his senses is like a motion detector but across a super big area so without earplugs and the smelling balm, his senses are extremely scattered and kinda blurred.

He figured out fairly quick that with antennas connected to his main 'sensory points' on his body help focus his senses to his immediate area instead of being fragmented (does this make sense? im fully bullshitting at this point)

Not illustrated but under the suit he has this network of connected patches (like those they put on you during surgery) to track his stats and junk alongside the whole spidey sense honing thing

Moving on, the spider on the back of his head is actually a later addition cause ppl keep thinking he's supposed to be a demon (him not realising ppl aren't entomology nerds like him)

The spikes on his knuckles are purely for combat and is entirely inspired by his favourite sonic character: Knuckles.

The baggy pants, body suit and hood are all one piece. Only the mask and the utility belt are removable

The whole front of the mask is a solid piece under the fabric. So he can't fold the mask halfway up to his nose and kiss someone upside-down but he can remove one of the lower eye panel thing to eat or drink if he needs to.

the utility belt mostly has his burner phone, zipties, few first aid necessities and cereal bars

I wanted to add a brief telling of his backstory here as well as his ascociation to the spiderverse gang but this post is long enough orz

Ill definitely post abt this guy again though, that's for sure. I'm more a manga fan but I have some plans on mimicking american comics style for some 'fake' comic pages for this guy and his main villain

[umeoniii]

Hey can we have some modern hange sfw head cannons (and a lil nsfw also if your ok with that😏 )-📚

modern hange hcs sfw & nsfw!

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sfw:

♡ casual redditor like she’s one of the ppl who answers the questions in the forum

♡ definitely has been a tutor, not even for quick cash, but bcs she likes being helpful

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im trying so hard not to laugh and say she’s one of the ppl to be like “erm that’s akshually not the right answer 🤓”

♡ she owns animals, not a dog or cat but like a reptile.

an iguana specifically, she’d give it a cute name like pip, that’s adorable ain’t it?

♡ she takes picture and stuff, very nice photos, her backup option was to be a photographer and travel around the world

♡ she was forced to play an instrument as a kid, so she can play both cello and viola!

♡ i think hange would actually be fun to hang around, regarding her ‘nerdy’ appearance

♡ she gets the party going and probably ends up getting the absolute drunkest and blacks out in a trash can…

♡ has a good amount of $$

♡ she’s a decent chef, i feel like since she’s smart she wouldn’t suck at cooking, unlike me…

♡ nic fiend… (im playing but at the same time im lowkey serious)

she’ll go 0-100 rq for her banana strawberry pen :3

♡ like i said she’s SUPER loud. she’s the type to take your insta photos and be like “YES! GIVE IT TO EM’ “NOT TOO MUCH NOW” and u end up asking someone else bcs it’s too much

♡ has an emotional attachment to a bunch of things she owns, that’s why she has a lot of things

♡ she likes to be updated on technology, she has two phones (one for the plug and one for the load 😈) the newest iphone and then some fancy samsung

♡ regarding some of this stuff she has morals and knows when to calm down and be chill

♡ likes loud music, like hard metal and rock and stuff. but she likes soft chill music too.

♡ she also just takes a bunch of pictures of everything, her friends, food, her pets, angel numbers, stuff like that

she appreciates the minor things

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nsfw

★ chronic masturbator

maybe twice a week, three times if it’s a bad week

★ rides her pillow when she’s at home alone

★ like i said she’s a casual redditor… that’s where she watchers her prn

★ hange’s a soft dom

★ eats pussy to live

★ very loud in bed as well. moans groans whines whimpers

★ doesn’t shave often, she only shaves in the summer IF she’s going swimming and wearing something revealing. but she does trim maybe once a month.

★ c cup, they’re perky n’ soft

★ fat lips (O_O)

★ her nipples are brown along with her outer lips

★ squirter

★ this is crazy to say but her head game is UNMATCHED, i stand by this statement

(y’all remember that one keke palmer meme?)

★ sweet talks during sex

★ strap game unmatched as well ;)

彡

[bluepecanpie]

Going back to my last post, let’s explore Garp as a character for a bit - since this chapter goes into his connections as it play with his career in the Marines.

Yes. Garp is a legend. He’s the “Hero of the Marines”. He saved the world from Rocks D. Xebec. But what’s interesting is that he got these accolades in the Marines, in spite of not following the rules and doing his own thing. A lot has been said about how much Garp is similar to Luffy. But what is ironic is that despite the perception of him as this grand, heroic figure, he is a complete failure when it comes to raising and mentoring the next generation. And it all comes down to how he approaches life: Garp views every problem can be resolved by just punching it.

Pirates running amok, breaking the law? Punch ‘em, and book ‘em.

Some rookie asking you to train him? Either punch him so he’ll go away, or let him join you in punching battleships.

Your son became a revolutionary? Either punch him when you see him, or take it out on the Marine battleships.

Your grandchildren wanna be pirates? Punch them out of those silly ideas, or take it out on the battleships.

Even Luffy of all people, pointed out that Garp didn’t so much as raise him, Ace, and Sabo, as so much as drop in, punch them, and leave to continue being a Marine. All they learned is to be scared of Garp, rather than understand why he wants them to be Marines - especially if their parents are like Roger or Dragon. He never addressed Ace’s insecurities about his heritage, or whether he really could be anything more than a fiend or a public menace. He just said that being a Marine will make it better, though given that guys like Sakazuki are around, clearly it won’t be better - it’ll just bring new problems.

Garp is also a massive hypocrite since he’s all about his personal freedom to do what we wants and pursue justice his own way. But Dragon, Kuzan, Ace, Luffy and Sabo did the exact same thing as he does, and it led to different outcomes - Garp is outraged at the results and wants them to just do as he told, but is any wonder that they turned out how they did? They just followed his example. The Marines are part of an utterly corrupt and authoritarian institution - which views bloodlines as a determinant as to whether one should be treated as a devil or a god. It wages massive campaigns of slaughter based on whatever is suspected to have the potential undermine their rule. Dragon, Kuzan, Ace, Sabo and Luffy all saw the same things. Garp was confronted with this very contradiction when he had to save the Celestial Dragons from Xebec - but he chooses not to address it. He didn’t give any of his family members or pupils the tools to deal with that at all - because if he did, they’d all be Marines right now! But how does Garp deal with it? Maybe there’s no justifiable answer and he knows it. He can’t bullshit them, or maybe he did, but they never bought it. I’m sure fans are very curious as to why Garp is still involved in the Marines, but more so - what he sees in it? How much has it really changed from when he enlisted? (Maybe not much) Has he treated Coby and Helmeppo any differently from his previous “failures”? Or is there ideological breaks there as well? I mean, Coby’s in SWORD - but we don’t know if Garp is. 

It’s all very interesting. I think that this is what Oda was trying to convey with Garp and Kuzan. More than just “Kuzan has lost his way, can he be redeemed” stuff. Just look back to his talk with Smoker, Kuzan hasn’t actually changed at all. The following chapters will make that clear. But I think we should pay attention to Garp. Beneath the knuckle sandwiches he delivers, and goofy old-guy demeanour, there’s complexity there. We’ll have to see.

[abbyslev]

okay but hange and reader going on a double date w erwin and levi 🤭🤭 ERURI 🔛🔝🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

𝑫𝑶𝑼𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺- 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 & 𝑬𝑹𝑼𝑹𝑰

A/N: OH EM GEE GUYS i GUESSSSSSS🙄🙄🙄 i wrote this for my totally not sweet kind gorgeous sexy beautiful kind funny hilarious angelic friend who i love so much🙄🙄 TOTALLY NOT🙄🙄 anyways I ENJOYED WRITING THIS SM LIKE UGH ITS SO CUTE I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS REEEEAAAAGGGG

double dates are A NEED

either a fancy dinner or a bar

erwin always always ALWAYS pays 

hange reaches for the check and erwin just slides his card in there 

you four alternate at which restaurant 

you guys never ever run out of topics to talk about!!

you guys having baking dates

erwin and levi def have a bakery together, so they try and teach you and hange 

hange ends up messing things up and levi’s like “ykw you just watch for the sake of my sanity” 

THE TREATS COME OUT YUMMY

YOU GUYS GO ON HIKESSSS!!

hange and you know lots of good trails 

erwin’s def the type of person to bring 100 water bottles, snacks, bug spray, bandaids, ALL OF IT 

levi is complaining about his shoes getting dirty 

hange picked up random bugs and erwin’s like “oh ok! interesting… set it down.” 

“he’s not gonna hurt you, eyebrows” hange rolled their eyes smfh 

beach dates omg they are the cutest 

again, here comes erwin with everything in his house 

hange splashes everyone while levi’s like “:|”

can’t even lie erwin made some BANGER sandwiches 

you told hange to let it digest before going back to swimming 

“nothings gonna happen you’re just overthinking it!” hange fired back 

also them in the car on the ride home “Y/NNNN MY STOMACH HURTSSS!!”

ooo late night homemade dinner nights 

erwin and levi bring the best local wine and steak 

you make stuffed baked potatoes and hanges just sitting there like :D

oooof the topics hall get into are crazy 

from the deepest darkest theories to hange’s crazy thoughts 

you guys are so different, you and hange hold hands and hange likes to eat off of your plate as to where erwin and levi sit by each other and keep pda to a minimum LMAO

hange def knows a place where cherry blossom trees bloom every year 

hange takes you guys there and you make a picnic basket 

levi and erwin enjoy it very much :) 

they had a moment where levi just laid on erwin’s lap and erwin ran his fingers through his hair 

hange was def trying to climb trees or something 

DOUBLE DATE VACATIONS OMG you guys love traveling together 

erwin def organizes the trip 

hange knows a bunch of different languages so you guys can basically go anywhere and they know it 

nothing is ever a secret between you four 

erwin is a gossip FIEND 

hange and levi aren’t that into the gossip so they usually merge into their own conversations 

wine tasting is def a need for erwin

levi prefers his tea tasting but he’ll do whatever for his husband I GUESSS

double dates are a need no matter what, plus what’s better than getting four friends together ?? NOTHING 

[fadingdaggerr]

rose infusion - l.w.

pairing: (college) larissa weems x gn/fem!reader (reads more fem but no gendered terms/pronouns for r)

summary: larissa smoking weed for the first time with a “good friend” (and r practically foaming at the mouth over her the whole time)

warnings: marijuana use, smoking, shotgunning smoke for the plot, rolling tutorial, discussion of drug use, making out, references to drinking, friends to lovers <3

note: this was fun to write considering smoking is one of my very few talents /lh. i also based a lot of the background on stuff that’s i’ve done or seen when i lived on campus lol

after probably breaking several traffic laws, i finally got to my destination. amir’s house was up the street a little ways, but i desperately had to change my clothes. putting my car in park, i fling my upper half into the backseat in search of the spare clothes i left there to change into. after a delightful struggle to remove my work uniform of khakis and a black button up, i finally got my jeans and long sleeve on. the black converse sneakers could stay, they were only part of the uniform that i had any say in.

opening the glove compartment to my right, i fish around until my hand knocks against a heavy piece of metal and a sandwich bag. grinder, check. weed, check. i look in my middle console, blindly moving the napkins and random plastic utensils until i find my prize, slowly raising it out like a claw machine. baby blue lighter, check. papers were the only thing missing.

i drive up the road, praying they remembered, then clapping to myself when they did, i see the spot in the driveway they left open for me. once in park again, i grabbed the grey, oversized zip up from my backseat, wrapping it tightly around me as i began to make my way to the house. finally making it to the door, i open to a sea of people. dancing, talking, yelling, oddly dangerous making out on top of the oven, beer cans littering the floor, and loud music blasting through the speakers. this was definitely an ‘amir and co. party,’ as it had been coined by himself, and himself only.

i find him by the makeshift pong table, a bookcase that has been brought face down, balancing on milk crates placed at each corner. incredibly stupid, but inventive, so i let this one slide.

“oi, you got papers?” i say loudly as i stand to his left, trying to be heard over the music.

he yelps, “you scared the shit out of me, you god damn ghoul,” he sinks a ball into a cup, followed by a happy fist bump to his partner, tomas.

“nice one. now, papers?”

“nah. go check out back i’m sure one of them has a pack of ‘em. if you can’t find any, sneak to my room and use one of my glass pieces. i don’t need you cranky at my party,” he smiles to me, before groaning at mikal when he lands a ball in a cup.

“you’re the best,” i say, turning and walking towards the back porch. i had opened at work, and been asked to stay later, and i wanted, no needed, was to sit and smoke in peace.

i get outside, and find my usual smoking buddies. i greeted them, gladly accepting a hit off of one of their pipes. after asking, more like begging” for only one or two papers, i was gifted five little sheets, and a couple spare filters dominic had prepared before the party.

“if i wasn’t gay, i’d so kiss you for this,” i joke.

“if we’re both gay, does it cancel out?” he jokes back, and we talk back and forth for a bit. i move to sit down to finally roll for myself, my very own joint. all i had been thinking about since leaving work.

i put some weed in the grinder, turning and turning the cover. grabbing one of the papers, i gently fold it in half to create a crease for the bud to sit. just as i reach for the grinder, the seat next to me dips down. i almost made a comment telling them to get lost, thinking it was amir coming to fiend off of me. every cell in my body thanked me for looking before i spoke.

when i looked to see who sat next to me, i’m greeted by the greatest sight for sore eyes the gods have ever created. larissa weems. ever since freshman year move in day when i first spoke to her in the hallway, she’s been the only thing on my mind. we had somehow been in the same english class every semester for the last three years, and i always had admired her from afar. she was always top of the class, peer reviews showed her masterful writing, and sitting close to her let me see her kindness up close.

we had become friends. most of first year we were just ‘school friends’ mostly, only sharing the one class each semester and sitting close to each other. second year the ongoing classes together became funny coincidences, now sitting directly next to her and coming in early to talk with her in the longue. this year, third year, andrea started crushing on tomas, so they both were becoming frequent guests of amir’s house, and larissa and i would just sit and talk the whole time.

i took her in, still not used to her outside of a school setting, or with her hair down for that matter. she had her long legs covered by light blue jeans, a fitted, white university t-shirt, and a golden necklace with a sun pendant. she finally looked back at me, realizing she had sat with someone.

“oh, hey,” she said shyly, eyes only looking in mine for a second, like she was checking to see if i was bothered by her presence. i was most definitely not.

“hey, larissa. i didn’t know you’d be here tonight, how are you?” i pray to every god that could hear me that i sounded normal.

“i’m good, i guess. and i’m here because andrea dragged me here. tomas asked her to come by and she ‘had to say yes’ because finds him ‘yummy in eight languages.’ her words, not mine,” she shakes her head at the thought. i fake gag muttering ‘straight people’ with a shiver, making her bark out a laugh.

“i definitely wouldn’t word it that way, not even if i was held at gun point, but tomas is a sweetheart. andrea’s in good hands, a little stupid, but good,” she laughs at this, tomas wasn’t known for being the brightest student, but he was the kindest kid out there.

“anyways…” wanting to get away from the topic of andrea and her conquests, i change the subject. “you decided to join us here in the smoking lounge. can’t say i’m not surprised, you never mentioned that you smoked,” i say lightheartedly.

“i don’t. well, i guess it’s more that i haven’t. this is the first year i haven’t lived in a dorm since before high school. never really got the chance,” she looks almost embarrassed by her confession.

“that’s totally fine. did you… did you want to? you can smoke with me, if you want. if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. i don’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything,” i make eye contact with her to try and prove my honesty, wanting her to know she’s not going to be judged.

“i want to… i just have a dumb question first,” she says in a small voice.

“no such thing as a dumb question, i’ll tell you anything you want to know,” i give her a assuring smile.

“is there a way… to make it, i don’t know. is there a way to make it not taste as gross as it smells?” she asks unsurely.

i think for a second. when we were in high school amir and i would take mint and lavender from his mom’s garden to lessen the smell. this wasn’t an option now, seeing as amir’s apartment was closer to growing blue cheese than mint, but mr. cho next door had a rose bush. i close up my grinder, and put the papers and baggie of weed under it, using it’s weight to secure them there. i stand up, offering my hand to larissa. she slowly reaches out, placing her warm hand in mine. her hand is so soft, and the weight of it in mine grounds me.

i pull her in the direction of the fence that lines the yard, stopping when i reach the hole that brings you to the other yard. i drop her hand, and get lower to slide through the opening, but before i can, she grabs my elbow.

“what in fresh hell do you think you’re doing?” she whisper yells at me, not letting go of my arm.

“getting something to help with the taste, you asked if there was a way. i’m getting the way,” i say, trying and failing to loosen her grip by shaking my arm.

“that is someone’s yard, you’re gonna be trespassing,” she said, making it clear that she was not coming with me.

“you’re worth it,” i say, and she goes to say something but i cut her off, “plus, i’m barely going into the yard, just to the side of the house to grab one little, tiny thing. he’s asleep i’m sure, he’s like a thousand years old and he only has a cat,” and with that, i drop down, finally losing her grip. i carefully go through the fence, trying not to get dirt on my clothes.

i look back, seeing larissa staring back at me. i wave to her, she lets out an breathy laugh before waving back. i run low and quick across the yard, coming up next to a rose bush. i stick my hand just a little, a few thorns digging into the top of my hand and wrist, but i pluck the head off of one rose. looking around, i make sure i’m in the clear, before grabbing swiss army knife from the pocket of my sweatshirt, detaching a perfect rose from the rest of the bush, closing and sliding the knife back in my pocket. i turn and head back to the fence, sliding under it. i pop back up into standing position, the head of the rose in my palm, the full one hidden by my sleeves.

“tada!” i say with a smile, “this should help a bit with the taste, and the smell.”

“you trespassed, on a man old man’s property, for a rose bud.”

“yes, now let’s go,” and with that, i begin making my way back to the porch. larissa follows after a second, walking by my side. she walks around the table, i follow her with my eyes as she moves to sit back down, a little shiver going up her spine as she does.

i grab and open the grinder, tearing up little pieces of the rose and adding it to the already grinded weed. ideally this would be dried rose, also ideally not from mr. cho’s yard, but the fact that i would be smoking with larissa made both of those facts mean nothing to me.

“i’m guessing you don’t know how to roll,” i state, looking larissa as she nervously plays with her hands, she shakes her head, confirming my assumptions. “that’s okay, i’ll show you. come here,” i motion her to come closer, and she immediately does, making me blush just as fast.

“you do it, i’ll talk you through. sound good?” i ask her, she nods, “okay, gently hold the paper in half the long way,” she does. “good, now reopen it, and put a filter in at the end,” i pass her a filter, my skin tingling at the short brush of our fingers. she lays the filter against the end closest to her left hand, “now, we just add the weed and rose, then the hard part.”

she looks at me desperately at the mention of ‘the hard part,’ i place my hand on her knee and caress the skin with my thumb, “nothing you can’t handle.” i don’t miss the blush that creeps up her neck, but i hope she missed mine.

i watch as she sprinkles the weed and rose mixture into the paper. long fingers grabbing small bundles of the plants, distributing it evenly. her rings make little noises as her hands move, and i can’t help but watch. she looks at me for confirmation each time before adding more, i only stop her by putting the cover back on the grinder.

“alright, now we roll it, get it all packed and into the right shape. it doesn’t have to be perfect, most of the time they look quite sad,” she giggles at the last bit, and my heart flutters, my smile growing.

i adjust her hands, showing her the motion to make, but when she gets frustrated and mutters something about “should be smart enough to figure it out,” i stop. i grab her hands, moving them manually, showing her the motion myself. she initially freezes, and my hands drop from hers with an apology ready on my lips, but she pulls them back with a ‘it’s okay, i’m just jumpy.’

my eyes go back to her hands, my own coming to help her again. she takes a deep breath, before focusing on the motion harder than before. after i see that she had gotten used to it, i moved away, watching the small smile on her face grow from pride.

“now, we seal it up. tuck, roll, lick, twist, done,” i say quickly, she chuckles warmly. “okay, for real this time. wrap this around the weed, start by the filter,” i start the tuck for her to show her, she quickly understands what to do next, beginning to finish rolling it up. she looks at me for the next direction.

“you have to lick it,” i say, barely being able to look her in the eyes, “ya know, to seal it.”

“is that really necessary?”

“what did you want a little water dish to dip your fingers in? that’s marijuana not a spring roll there, babe,” her eyes widen at the pet name, mine do too. i was not expecting myself to call her that either.

she looks at me before asking, “can you do it? i don’t want to mess it up.”

“you wouldn’t,” i say quickly, not liking how she talked down on herself twice now, “but i can do it, if you want,” she quickly passes her little creation to me, “this looks much better than the first joint i ever rolled, you should be very impressed.”

“i’ve had a pretty great teacher,” she says with a smile, but i’m frozen because her hands hadn’t left mine yet, both our hands cradling the almost finished joint.

with all my strength, i move my hands away from hers. i make eye contact with larissa, raise the joint to my mouth, poke my tongue out, and drag it alone the paper. her eyes are not subtle as they watch my tongue with intent, instead of my eyes. sealing it, i grab a twig off the ground to pack it down, then twist the end. i hold the joint by the filter and hold it up.

“our marijuana and rose mixture, m’lady,” i say with a smile that she matches instantly. i hold it out to her, offering the first hit, but she shakes her head.

“you first, it’s your stuff and you were patient enough to help me. plus you trespassed on someone’s lawn, lots of hard work,” she quips, making me laugh. i was not going to live down the rose bush, was i?

placing the joint between my lips, i look around for my lighter. it had just been on the table, i was sure of it. my head whips around a couple times before i hear a little click, click click.

larissa hold up the lighter, flame glowing. the orange hue lights up her face, her pale skin warmed by the fire. she was so close to me, faces only about a foot apart, knees touching as we faced each other on the couch. the shadows of her face and hands accentuated, her lipgloss shining, eyes reflecting the light. i knew in that moment that nothing more beautiful had ever existed.

she brought the flame to the twisted end of the joint, lighting it gently. no words between us, eyes on each other. i inhale for a few seconds, hoping to get it started as well as calm myself, before my hand rises to my lips to allow myself to exhale. i hold it out for her to grab, but she doesn’t move.

i lower my hand, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to, i’ll put it out if you want.”

“it’s not that, i just don’t want to make a fool of myself. you know, like cough my lungs out in front of you,” she looks at her lap the whole time, twisting her rings around her beautiful fingers. goosebumps grow on her arms as the wind picks up, the sun now past the horizon.

i sit up as i start talking, “you will not make a fool out of yourself,” i slip off my zip up, “everyone coughs when they smoke, if they make you feel bad about they’re idiots,” i hold out the sweatshirt for her, “and i most definitely will never think anything bad of you.”

she accepts the sweatshirt with a hesitant grasp, but once she puts her arm through one sleeve, she’s rushing to pull it fully on. she wraps it around her, i’m giddy at her in my clothing, but i try to remain calm.

“i mean, there is a way that might make you cough less. but it’s a little different and i’d be in your personal space,” i say, not wanting to pressure her or scare her away.

“what is it?” her eyes perk up, looking into mine.

“it’s called shotgunning. basically i’d take the hit, then exhale it into your mouth while you inhale, like passing it along. you can say no, i know it’s weird.”

“i wouldn’t mind you in my personal space,” she whispers, “i’ll try.”

i look at her quickly, making sure she’s serious, and she definitely was. i mumbled ‘okay’ before bringing myself closer to her. i stand on my knees, straddling one of her thighs. one hand on her shoulder, the other holding the joint. i slowly get closer, but she seems to be more impatient. her hands move to my waist, pulling me closer quickly. now fully straddling her, i decide to stay standing on me knees, my hand now around the back of her neck.

i bring her face closer to mine, she tilts her head back just in the slightest while her hands slide down to hold my thighs. i lean over her, moving my hand up to cup her face, stroking her jaw. i look into her eyes, asking permission once again, and she nods.

smoke fills my lungs and mouth, the joint resting between my lips, pulled away a couple seconds later. the smell of weed and a hint of rose surrounds us, but it’s nothing compared to her perfume. i raise my eyebrows while looking at her, letting her know to start inhaling.

i exhale slowly, my lips puckered so no smoke is wasted. smoke smoothly starts to flow my from mouth to hers, her hands grip was steady the entire time, my thumb never stopping the slow, circular motion against the bottom of her jaw. when all the smoke cleared my lungs, i watched her exhale a paler cloud. still perched over her lap, i take a hit from the joint again, this time for myself. i exhale slowly again, blowing the smoke up and away from her, not only to be polite but as to not cover her face.

her hand grabs my wrist, pulling it towards her mouth, this time taking a hit on her own. my eyes never leave her lips, watching as they wrap around the filter and how they leave a shiny print of her lips from her lipgloss. how the smoke leaves her mouth, swirling and dancing around her. her and i just look at each other for a minute before she squeezes my thigh and speaks up.

“i prefer your way,” she whispers, a tiny smile toying at her lips. my heart races.

“i think i do too,” i say back, though i wasn’t just thinking it, i’m fully in love with the idea. i never wanted her fo smoke another way ever again, always like this, me in her lap and her hands on me. i would be content living as her personal cigarette holder. taking another hit, i tap my thumb against her jaw, telling her to inhale once again.

by the time the joint is halfway down, she tells me she ‘believes it’s starting to kick in’ with a slightly more dopey smile, eyes now lightly tinted red. thighs beginning to tire from holding myself up on the cushions, i decide to sit down on her thighs. her stiffens, only for a moment, until her hands comfortingly rub my own thighs, before her hands slide up to my waist, pinching my side playfully.

she takes a hit herself again, choking on the smoke a bit when i bend away from her. i crawl off her lap, grabbing the rose i had plucked for her. i guarded the rose from her sight, i use my knife to remove the thorns so they wouldn’t hurt her.

“what is that you’ve got?” she asks through a giggle, trying to peek over my shoulder. her efforts unsuccessful as i practically fold myself in half to block her view.

“none of you business, now just sit there and look pretty,” i laugh, then wince as i jab my ring finger into a thorn. once the last thorn is removed, i look over my shoulder to look at her. her eyes are already on me, big, blue, and beautiful. “close your eyes,” she does so without hesitation.

i grab the joint from her hand, placing it in my lips, “okay, pretty. open,” i let smoke come out between my words. i had the rose held out to her, nervous smile on.

her eyes open, first focusing on my face then the rose. her smile grows instantly, eyes now flicking between the flower and i. i held it out a little more, urging her to take it.

she tentatively reaches out, hand grazing mine. her fingers wrap around the stem, eyes watering a little, “for me?” her voice was so small.

i nod, letting go of the flower so she can inspect it. her smile makes me heart race and stomach fill with butterflies, but the way she looks at the flower is what makes me weak. she looks at it like it’s precious, like i have gifted her the first rose to ever grow. her arms move around my shoulders within seconds.

“thank you,” she whispers into my ear, my arms wind around her waist, squeezing tightly. i mumble an ‘of course’ into her hair, i nuzzle my nose into her. when we part, she stays close to me. i roll another joint while she rests her head on my shoulder, her eyes watching my actions closely.

with the joint in my mouth, bringing the lighter up to the end. before the flame can reach, a pale hand swipes the lighter from my hand. she lights it in her own, lighting the joint for me. her eyes stay on mine as i inhale, hold, and exhale, still making the point to exhale away from her face. she stays facing me, an expectant look on her face.

with her face held in my hand again, i take another drag, exhaling slowly into her mouth again. she smiles, i smile back. the slider door opens, and larissa nearly jumps out of her skin, but doesn’t move from my side. andrea peeks her head out, grinning largely when she sees larissa. as she makes her way over, she grabs the joint from me, taking a hit, and puts it back between my fingers.

“okay, so on a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if i stayed the night here?” andrea asks larissa, begging hands in front of her.

a sigh leaves larissa, “solid 8. you’re going to make me walk back to the apartment alone?”

andrea is practically pleading, larissa is irritated. i turn and see tomas in the window trying to see the outcome of this conversation. i shake my head at his antics. i take a long pull off the joint, breaking the ash off and putting it out, then cutting andrea off.

“alright! you have fun with tomas, just don’t use the bathroom in the hallway. boys live here,” they both look at me weird, “larissa, i’ll walk you home, if you want,” she smiles softly. andrea squeals loudly, running inside, no doubt to tomas.

“you don’t have to walk me home,” is all larissa says.

“i know i don’t have to, i want to. i would offer to drive you but,” i pointedly hold up the joint and take a drag, “so i will gladly be walk you home.”

— — — — — — —

the party had died down, the only people left were amir and his three roommates, some ‘too drunk to leave’ stragglers, larissa, andrea, and i. sitting on the couch inside, larissa’s head was resting on my shoulder, an arm wrapped lightly around mine. andrea and tomas slowly disappeared from the living room, larissa and i both chuckling at the clumsy duo sneaking away.

i lean my head onto hers, speaking into her hair, “want to head home?” the only response i receive in a gentle nod against my shoulder.

i begin to stand, saying my goodbyes, then give mikal and amir hugs. larissa finally stands, wobbly for a moment. she makes her way to stand by my side, polite goodbye and thank you’s sent to the guys. after grabbing my grinder and weed bag, i pick around the pockets of my sweatshirt, which was still on larissa. finally getting a hold of my keys, i pull her gently along to start the leave.

the air had gotten much colder during our time inside, my arms wrap around myself tightly. there was no way i was going to ask for my sweatshirt back, the view of her wearing it was enough to keep the cold from consuming me. always observant, larissa notices my shivering and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into her side. my own arm goes beneath the sweatshirt, hand now resting on her waist.

i pull the remainder of the joint from earlier, it’s a little bent but can still do the job. i hand larissa the lighter, and she takes the hint, lighting it for me as she had previously tonight. we pass the joint back and forth as we walk.

“thank you, for tonight,” she says when we’re about half way to her apartment, she’s gently playing with the rose between her fingers.

“of course. i wanted to make sure you got home safe. and you’re welcome over to smoke, or not, whenev- i mean if you want,” i say, hoping that she’ll take me up on my offer to at least hang out. i just needed her presence, she was too beautiful to lose.

“be careful with that offer, you may never get rid of me,” she chuckles, smile bright and eyes glowing. she was a star plucked from the heavens and placed here on earth, just for me.

“maybe that was the plan all along,” my voice is quiet, i’m stuck in a trance by her beauty.

we arrive at her building, climbing shaky stairs to her door. she opens the door, motioning for me to come inside with her, and i follow with no hesitation. she walks quickly down the hall, to what i assume is her room, before coming back out with a sweatshirt. with an amused smile, she hands me her own cream colored zip up to wear.

we sit crisscross on the couch facing each other, my arm resting on the back of the couch to hold my head up. larissa just sat up, playing with her hands in her lap as we spoke.

“why did you give me that rose?” she asks, her eyes back on my face.

i can only be honest with her, “because it’s pretty, and so are you. i didn’t really think much before cut it, just that i wanted to give you a flower.”

she presses her lips together to hide her smile, but the blush on she cheek betrays her. when she finally allowed herself to look at me, she whispers, “do you actually think i’m pretty, or are you just high?”

i’m taken back by the question, my heart cracking at her thinking i wouldn’t find her beautiful. i reach for her hands, leaning close to her, “i think you’re beautiful. i always do, sober included,” i tilt my head to catch her eyes that dropped to our hands, “i gave you the rose because i like you. like a lot, like so much that amir has banned me from talking about you when we’re in the car because it’s ‘too tempting to kick me out while moving’ in his words,” this both shock and amuses her, so i go on, “i was sober when i picked the rose for you, i wasn’t when i have it to you, but the rose was always for you, larissa.”

she looks me in the eye, probably in search of a lie, but she won’t find one and she didn’t. her hands tighten their grip on my own, “i really like you too, incredibly so. and not just because i’m high. i’ve liked you ever since freshman year in that intro writing seminar, you lived right down the hall and i never got the courage to just knock on the door.”

i have no words to offer her, only an awestruck stare. my heart was frantically beating in my chest, my hands frozen in hers. in a sudden rush, i throw myself at her, and wrap my arms around her shoulders, back on her lap after hours away. her strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in further, her head burying in my neck. god, she was just so warm and she was so close, this was what heaven felt like, i’m sure.

her head picks up, now only an inch from my face, “can i kiss you?” her voice is so small, but the grip on my waist is confident. my arms slide from her shoulders, hand coming up to cup her jaw on both sides

“please,” and she does. her lips are so soft, gently dancing with my own. i pull her face in more, needing her closer, closer, closer. my hands slide into her hair, gently threading through soft tresses. her hands grasping my back, gripping my clothes. sliding down, her hands are on my ass, pulling my body in as much as she can. and i let her, and i’ll keep letting her. her tongue asks for entry, and i allow her in immediately, moaning into her mouth at the contact. the high from the marijuana mixing with the high of her touch was creating an addicting feeling, one i didn’t want to live without ever again.

she pulls away slightly, and i whine as i pull her in again. she gives in, laughter lightly vibrating in her chest. i pull away this time, breathing becoming necessary. i rest my forehead against hers, not daring to open my eyes so i can’t ruin this perfect moment. lips press against my cheek, gently moving up to my temple, before she’s back resting on the crook of my neck.

“stay,” she says into my neck, arms wrapping around me tightly. i definitely didn’t want to walk back to amir’s alone, and i most definitely didn’t want to leave her. i just hug her tighter, pressing kisses to her hair.

we stayed like this for a little while, wrapped in each other’s arms and mumbling to each other. i could feel her relaxing against me, likely ready to fall asleep, and i wasn’t far behind her. i pull away from our hug, holding her face in my hands. big blue eyes, soft from sleepiness were staring back at me, a barely-there smile on her lips.

“bed time?” i whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“you have to stay with me,” her voice is like honey, eyes never leaving mine.

“i wouldn’t dream of leaving,” pressing a kiss to her lips, i move off her lap and stand in front of her with my hand out for her. she grabs my hand so gently, as if she’s afraid she’ll hurt me, and lacing our fingers together. she leads the way down to her room.

with the lamp turned on, i could see her room is impeccably clean, only mess is her unmade bed. she lets go of my hand to walk over to her dresser, and i walk around looking at the photos and decorations. a photo of her and a girl with long black hair stand out, arms wrapped around each other, wearing matching uniforms. ‘cute,’ i think to myself. a little rainbow flag rests amongst pencils and pens on a desk in the corner, a matching little lesbian flag with the makeup brushes in the cart next to the desk. these make me smile, knowing she’s proud of herself had my heart melting.

she taps my shoulder, presenting me with sweatpants and a t-shirt of hers when i turn around. we both move to stand on different sides of her bed, she turns away and i copy her. we get changed quickly, or at least i did, wanting to be able to have my eyes on her again. she throws an ‘okay?’ over her shoulder, which i only respond to my picking up my clothes and folding them neatly, moving to put them on top of her dresser. she busies her self with pulling back the comforters and sheets, fixing her many pillows.

settling into bed proves a little awkward at first, both of us laying side by side, not speaking, lamp still on. she moves first, turning the lamp off before settling back in, now on her side, facing me. opening my arms, i motion for her to move closer. she scoots into my side, head resting on my chest as my arm wraps around her at her shoulders, our legs wrap around each other.

“larissa?” i whisper out, she nods against my chest, “i really like you,” i say quietly, my free hand grabbing hers and playing with her fingers. i’m fully aware she can feel my heart beating quicker.

she squeezes my hand, “i really like you too.” she places a kiss to my clothed chest before resting her chin there. “can we get breakfast tomorrow?”

i laugh at her sudden change in conversation, “of course we can, we can go get my car and we’ll go wherever you want, and you can get whatever you like.”

“french toast from the diner on dawson street?” she bites her lip with a smile, and my own smile grows huge on my face. she’s so impossibly adorable, and i get to witness it.

“it’s a date,” i say, relishing in the excited look on her face. she stretches up and presses a long kiss to my lips, then a short one right after, then gets settled back on my chest.

once i hear her breathing even out, her grip on my shirt loosen, i finally allow myself to close my eyes. i thank my lucky stars for this moment. to be holding larissa, falling asleep in her bed, wearing her clothes. heaven has got nothing on this, nothing on her.

hope y’all like this one, i actually really loved writing this and how it turned out. all feedback is appreciated <3

[cosmica-galaxy]

yooo, your posts are awesome man! definitely make my day better when readin em. anyhow, i had an idea i wanted to share based on the weaponsmith human idea!

what if the alliance scientists are impressed by the human's skills, and offer them the more advanced/sci-fi materials they use for the alliance weapons? what kinda tools would they make, and how would their friends n the mimics react to it?

I think if the human was given access to the advanced weaponry and utilities, they would be in weaponsmith heaven! They would definitely play with knives, swords, and advanced add-ons that can make multiple weapons better! For Camron, they would gift him an upgraded stungun with a higher frequency output, a built in plasma ballistics knife for close combat, and a laser function to blast stronger skibidis to dust. They even put his name on it, so if anyone "borrows" it, he can find the culprit! It's such a cool weapon!! For DJ, they give him the "cardiac pulse blaster", which functions similar to a speaker mimic's blast, albeit not as strong as the real thing. It can penetrate headphones and disrupt a foes' cardiac rhythm, however it doesn't fully kill the unit. Instead, it's the stress of battle that actually kills the skibidi. So DJ can strike multiple targets and they will all eventually have heart attacks because of the battle. Giving him the highest kill count in his battalion! Vee is gifted better blades for his own personal use. Made with electrified obsidian and charged remotely through the pulses of his own core, his knives are now able to cleave through metal and porcelain. They are also now longer and have "reaper" shapes to them, allowing him to swing effectively in both directions. They also have his "name" on it, V. It's cherished by Vee a lot. Buddy is given special armor to coat his body and electrified claws to enable him to cripple his enemies. He didn't want too much of an upgrade, but the armor certainly does help him take less damage and hits while out on the front lines. He also appreciates the coverings for his feet and claws, as they help insulate him from heat and cold. But now, the human upgraded them and he can now climb up walls and surfaces and stick to them too! It makes him much more of a threat on the field now that he can't be stopped by walls or other obstacles! Pal was given the blades for his arms, but the human then decides to upgrade them into a super-heated variant. This upgrade allows Pal to slice through enemies with a clean cut JUST from flying by! They also add on some equipment to his frill, which carries an electromagnetic charge. So once Pal uses his sound blast, it also turns it into a mobile EMP attack, which shuts down the skibidi forces to a standstill and makes them sitting ducks! What an ingenious idea, human friend!! Fiend is gifted more armor, but is also fitted with mobile flying attacking drones that he can control via his manipulative powers. These drones can cover most weaknesses and counters that the human could think of. They can become electrified, super hot, with obsidian blades that cut through most armor and materials. As well as parasite samples from the TV units that enable them to latch onto their enemies and manipulate them via Fiend's abilities. They are hilariously called "channelers" because they carry out the will of Fiend. When tired or low on energy, they return to Fiend and latch onto his carrying pack that's on his back. Strangely enough, Fiend has even become protective of the little units. How odd.

[guardevoir]

Fiber arts update!

Calendar:

17: Alpaca/Merino. Lovely fiber, the color's not usually my shtick but I'll enjoy getting to work with it for a bit.

18: Ashford's neon merino. This shit is HILARIOUSLY neon. Need to never misplace a family member again? Make 'em a hat out of this stuff. It's fun! I might need more of this.

19: Merino/Silk/Viscose/Sari silk. I had no idea this fiber even existed in that shop's inventory, and THAT is a feat. I like it! Feels like it'll be a royal pain to spin, but I bet it'll result in some really interesting yarn.

20: Merino/Silk. This is the low-micron stuff; it'll drive me nuts, and the color is, frankly, a bit of A Choice, but this yarn, too, is probably gonna be an absolute dream.

21: Merino, also on the fine side. Not my colors at all, but the crocheting friend is an absolute fiend for berry colors like this, so that works out just fine.

22: Sparkle Merino, but of the stellina sparkle kind, not the usual firestar-or-related. I was hoping there'd be some of that stuff in there; froggy green wouldn't have been my first choice, but I like it well enough.

23: I don't have the official word on that yet since they only release the contents on the day after, but that looks a lot like fine multicolor merino; actually probably the same as day 21 in another colorway... which is kind of a choice, but I also adore the colors, so I'm not mad about that at all.

Then, wheel update:

This stuff is an electric royal blue. Interesting stuff! Tends to slub while spinning from the fold though, which is a little annoying

(also, THAT's the full 50g on the bobbin for once)

I'm spinning the white tweedy yarn on the drop spindle currently, which looks and feels a bit like spinning pillow fluff (slubby as heck but strangely satisfying), but I forgot to take photos. Soon, I hope!

[x-heesy]

😂

𝕴’𝖒 𝖆 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖞𝖆

I wAnT tWo RiGhT hErE tHaT lOoK lIkE vAmPiRe TeEtH

i JuSt WaNnA bE a VaMpIrE, yOu KnOw WhAt I mEaN?

i FeEl LiKe I aLrEaDy Am A vAmPiRe

SuCkIn‘ AlL tHiS bLoOd, No TiMe FoR tAlKiN‘

hAvE yOu EvEr SeEn A rEaL lIfE gIrL oR gObLiN?

pAyDaY iN tHiS bItCh, GoT aLl HeAdS bOpPiN‘

eNcHaNtEd By ThE rHyThM, yEaH, kEeP oN nOdDiN‘

i WiLl, I wIlL, i WiLl, I wIlL dIsMeMbEr AnY mC dIsSiN‘ mE

mY gIrL kEeP kIsSiN‘ mE wHiLe I bE mAkIn‘ HiStOrY (mWuAh)

MaDe A lOt Of HiTs To Be HeRe BuT tHeY sTiLl DiSsIn‘ Me

I’m A vAmPiRe AnD i JuSt MiGhT bItE yA

i’M a VaMpIrE aNd I jUsT mIgHt BiTe Ya

I’m A vAmPiRe AnD i JuSt MiGhT bItE yA

i’M a VaMpIrE aNd I jUsT mIgHt BiTe Ya

LiStEn Up, PuTa, NeEd My MoNeY aHoRa

ShOcK, sHoCk, HoRrOr, I cAn ReAd YoUr AuRa

HeAdIn‘ To ThE tOp, WaTcH mE bUiLdIn‘ FrOm ThE fLoOr Up

VaMpIrE gAnG cHaIn SwAnG oN tHe ToUr BuS

i Be WiTh My JiTs BuT i AiN’t CoMiN‘ fRoM fLoRiDa

FlOw So DiRtY bUt My RhYmE sChEmE cLeAn

HoEs So FlIrTy BuT tHeY aIn’T fO‘ mE

‚cAuSe I kEeP iT tEn ToEs I’m A bLoOd BaNk FiEnD

aNd My WhOlE tEaM mEaN, yEaH, mY wHoLe TeAm MeAn

I’m A vAmPiRe AnD i JuSt MiGhT bItE yA

i’M a VaMpIrE aNd I jUsT mIgHt BiTe Ya

I’m A vAmPiRe AnD i JuSt MiGhT bItE yA

i’M a VaMpIrE aNd I jUsT mIgHt BiTe Ya

We HiDe UnDeR tHe MoOnLiGhT, hUnGoVeR aFtErNoOn TiMe

ViCtImS iN tHe CaStLe, SnAtChEd Up OuT tHeY sUiT aNd TiE

bLoOdThIrStY, fReSh OuT tHe ToMb, YeAh ThEy DoOmEd

If We EvEr CrOsS pAtHs ThEn YoUr SoUl, YoU wIlL lOsE

nO rUlEs, YeAh, We Do WhAt We ChOoSe

NeVeR dYiNg In PiTs Of HeLl FrYiNg (YeAh)

DeFyInG gRaViTy, LiViNg In ThE cLoUdS

fAnG hAnG dRiPpIn‘ BlOoD oN mY tEeTh WhEn I sMiLe

AlL hOrRoR iN mY aUrA, wE bE rUnNiNg ThE sCoRe Up

GoT ‚eM bItInG aLl ThE vErSeS bUt ThEy DiE bY tHe ChOrUs

WhAt We Do In ThE sHaDoWs, It’S a MaTtEr Of TiMe

‚TiL i’M gEtTiNg ThAt NeCk ThEn YoUr SoUl Is MiNe

GoTtA aIm FoR yOuR hEaRt If YoU’rE pLaYiNg ThE pArT

eVeRyThInG cOmE tO lIgHt WhAt We Do In ThE dArK

gOtTa AiM fOr YoUr HeArT iF yOu’Re PlAyInG tHe PaRt

EvErYtHiNg CoMe To LiGhT wHaT wE dO iN tHe DaRk

I’m A vAmPiRe AnD i JuSt MiGhT bItE yA

i’M a VaMpIrE aNd I jUsT mIgHt BiTe Ya

I’m A vAmPiRe AnD i JuSt MiGhT bItE yA

i’M a VaMpIrE aNd I jUsT mIgHt BiTe Ya

VaMpIrE @bethanythestrange @kattywompuss @bigbonzo @cumpletelyhappythesecond 😂💣

Vampire by Payday, Danny Brown

[glowing-disciple]

Recently I've been delving into some nostalgic tv shows, and since I'm cursed with a mind that cannot shutdown, I've started thinking about how they differ from modern entertainment.

One of the big differences that's standing out is that a lot of modern entertainment contains a lot of demons.

I don't mean this figuratively either. Helluva Boss, Cult of the Lamb, Binding of Isaac, DOOM, the Good Place, Angel, Supernatural, a bumper crop of modern OCs, and so on.

Demons and Hell are very much front and center in today's media, along with the idea that demons can be redeemed or good people.

Older shows, at least the ones I've been looking at, tended to have magic be its own problem, if it was even featured. Super science tended to create the "magical" problems in episodes, and if demons were shown, they tended to be the pitchfork wearing fiends who only exist to torment the guilty (see the "Scare 'em Straight" trope).

In a way, it's like in our modern world, we want Hell to exist, and be attractive in some weird way. And I'm not sure this is a good thing.

[powdermelonkeg]

Wouldn’t one of the parents have to be a tiefling in order for the infernal heritage to pass down in such a way? Like it’s not a recessive gene scenario where both parents can be carriers, or a half-elf thing where it sort of splits the difference - if there’s infernal blood strong enough to show, it’s showing on parent AND child entirely. Elven parentage would get overwhelmed by the infernal half, so they’d follow normal tiefling rules

Counterpoint, Player's Handbook, 5e:

To be greeted with stares and whispers, to suffer violence and insult on the street, to see mistrust and fear in every eye: this is the lot of the tiefling. And to twist the knife, tieflings know that this is because a pact struck generations ago infused the essence of Asmodeus—overlord of the Nine Hells—into their bloodline.

Say warlock grandmum swore her blood to the devil she pacted with. Grandchild born after comes out as a tiefling. What then?

Counterpoint 2, Planescape: Torment, computer game from 1999, 2e:

Eh... She's a tiefling, chief. They got fiend blood in their veins, usually 'cause some ancestor of theirs shared knickers with one demon or another. Makes some of 'em addled in the head... and addled-looking, too.

Both counterpoints, whether you believe that a pact could cause it or if it's purely genetic, imply that there's several generations before the devil blood shows up.

[corax-corone]

Finally making a dedicated Roach post!!!

this turned out to be a REALLY long post so I will add a cut below to decrease the size for people scrolling :)

First off: Basic questions.

What exactly is Roach?

They’re my ghoulsona. So.. I project on them a lot. This fella’s pronouns are He/They/pretty much anything masculine.

He was made and named by a friend of mine! :)

They’re quite a fiend if i’m honest. Like any ghoul this guy causes Problems (tm) on purpose. The “biting problem” is only partially alleviated by the mask but hell forbid you run into them without it. Teeth Teeth Teeth Teeth!!!!! They also have a bit of a tendency to steal things just to see if the person will notice. Or hide things places to see if someone notices. Or both.

He… Also just likes anything shiny. Shiny guitar pick? Thats his now. A loose tile on a ministry wall with a pretty engraving? pocketed. Nobody would notice a little bit of bedazzling on papal robes missing, right? There’s probably a drawer somewhere full of stuff he’s collected.

Why the name “Roach”?

It spawned from a joke where I said i was impossible to kill. That i’d probably stick around even after the end of the world (VERY difficult to get me sick with any actual illness and I’ve bounced back from a TON of injuries.) so they compared me to a Cockroach. The name stuck when this guy was made!

Does he know any instruments? (essentially what kinda ghoul is he/would he be)

Not exactly. It’s complicated. He doesn’t play or really know how to play much. But he does have some big dreams…

What does Roach look like without the mask?

Not really much of interest here since I haven’t put thought into ghoul design headcanons. He has a bit of a messy side-shaved mullet under there. Some light scarring. VERY dark eyes he’s built like a Bug. Real and true.

With that out of the way, what about Lore?

Do I have anything set for Roach lore-wise?

Eh… Not much.

The one thing I know is that Swiss probably adopted them. And that Aether would be like a cool uncle or second father figure to em. Why? Dude I have no idea this was prompted by a dream I had and it wouldn’t leave my head.

They’re also scared of water. That could have some story implications but i haven’t thought far into it.

ROACH FACTS NOBODY ASKED FOR

- he uses dog shampoo. he smells like a freshly cleaned dog all the time. wtf

- the pants are blue because i made a jorts joke once LMAO.

- horrifyingly flexible. Like Genuinely. Horrifying. He can almost invert his arms. Like twist his shoulders 270° like a damn owl but his arm. This guy’s got some wild hypermobility. he can also comfortably sleep draped over stuff like a towel or folded forward like a lawnchair.

- they actually have pretty poor vision. They like to wear the (impera era) mask often because the lenses help with it a bit (SOMEONE GET THIS BOY GLASSES!!!!)

- sneezes like a cat. this isn’t just because ghouls are cat-coded to me.