#forever in love with the limited wardrobe

[ninoochat]

Mickey and his comfy slutty sweater

[accio-victuuri]

June CPNs round-up ❤️💛💚

• Children’s Day candies

• similar we11done pants - i personally love seeing them in same style clothing, especially if it’s as unique as this.

• LOZ preview candies: having the same braincell playing w/ an abacus & the ok gesture reappears

• i can’t link it here because the posts are locked over at weibo, but someone on douyin commented they saw wyb on set of LOZ. but then later on said that they were mistaken. hmmm. you can take it as it is, that this person said something he shouldn’t have. or that he retracted his statement to prevent any problems or rumors. as with these things anyway, we will know as time goes by and as we see clues here and there. i’m just archiving this incident here for future use.

• Beijing same city 6/5 to 6/7 before wyb flew abroad for the french open.

• 6/6 XZ chongqing photos candies 📷

• WYB and the innocence of the little prince

• Look at them and their hats and long hair!

• french embassy paying attention to THEM!

• GG spotted wearing green tod’s shoes! and it looks like they purposely matched their airport fits 😭���

• XZ’s dragonboat festival photos

• 6/11 xz and wyb together on the hot search

• The similarity in their ELLE magazine previews. you can say that it’s the editing from the same magazine publication that’s why this happened but it’s so uncanny!!!!

• weibo opening screen of their movies winning at weibo movie night!!!!

• August issue of MOVIE STAR magazine featuring them for CQL 5th anniversary!!!!

• venchi chocolate

• new apple watch after spending time in beijing

• rolex daytona paul newman 6263

• XZS chongqing vlog: stone island wardrobe, suitcase, ipad and same city (shanghai) - what i didn’t include here about the suitcase is that, i like the cpn of wyb bringing home stuff that xz’s parents ( in chongqing where he came from before shanghai ) has asked him to give yibo. it may be food items and other things and it makes sense that yibo is the one to take it back.

• 6/16 xiao zhan weibo posts a 🐽 and them posting so close to each other & some more clowning about a sus necklace, 18:23 and venus - i swear! this made me lose my mind! xz is so loud 🗣️🗣️🗣️on yibo’s end we got him imitating the family picture

and i forgot to add the betty boop that looked like she’s wearing luffy’s outfit!

• 6/17 zsww fake rumor

• a cpn compilation about the pig 🐽

• Loewe candies + them being in europe at the same time for 622

• going back to Beijing the same day 6/23!

• rufeng posts new audio snippet where wyb implies he is not jealous of wwx and wq

• them being number 1 for the respective weeks their new endorsements were announced. king behavior!

• tod’s x loewe business photo shoot looks! it’s matching!

• another example of ybo and xzs similarity ( yibo moment )

• the bonus content this month is a tarot card reading done for the boys. if you’ve been following me for some time you’ll know that this is my guilty pleasure when it comes to them. i understand it’s out there so feel free to skip. here is the original video. i will just share here the interesting part that made cpfs 👀.

reading was made 6/19 and people were asking about if whether they will go to europe together. the person said that it’s within the month and not a two person trip cause they will have people with them. and that they have been preparing for this. a section also explained how their state is, that it’s treating one like a husband and they will stay sweet forever. also how the two will remain “hot” or popular. and— that they will sign a contract to put themselves in equal footing which is not limited to a marriage certificate etc.

a part of it too which was asked is how wyb’s relationship is with his dad + i guess how he is taking the romance between him and xz plus other things ( probably ) idk how cpfs thought of asking this. i’m not implying anything okay? the question was “Has the father’s attitude softened?” OP said that wyb has not returned home during this period and him & his father is always separated by by geographical distance. there is no time to sit down and talk with his father so the final result is still a deadlock.But they have to talk and wyb needs to take the initiative to speak to his father.

• adding this here cause it’s blowing my mind how much they look alike recently. like this airport video of xz. i mean. he even move kinda like wyb. LIKE…WHAT…..

-END. See you next month!

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[blkkizzat]

so how long does otaku!gojo wait until he’s hiring an entire film crew of. camera operators, a director, a caterer, make up artists, wardrobe etc so he can film high quality self indulgent porn with bunny?

lmfaoo oh my gawd, while i do think that he would def want to film his own freak nasty escapades. he's definitely not letting anyone see you, his bunny, naked. not even the film crew. he's insanely possessive when it comes to you.

only person he'd let hit would be suguru but only while he is there and can participate/watch/film (the lil freak would def get off on some ntr/cucking shit). you'd probably limit your romps with suguru though (as hot as he is and as fat as his cock is) because you'd have to spend the entire next day with gojo practically gorilla glued attached to you reassuring him every 5 minutes: "no, you aren't leaving him for suguru", "no, suguru does not fuck you better than him" (its really up for debate, they fuck you best *together*), "and yes, you are still his ecchi angel always and forever."

i imagine suguru would love to tease him like he's gonna steal u from him one day tho ;P

[thespiritssaidso]

some people do it by the book (but i prefer to go by feel)

Summary: Shawn and Lassiter are undercover at a high-end resort where all visitors get their own private cabin. All the two need to do now is settle in — and chop up some wood to make a fire, of course. 

Notes: okay, so I’m basing this place off of the Big Cedar Lodge (I went there one year with my family on a road trip). I’m not sure if there’s a resort like it in California, but oh well. Currently as I’m writing this, it is 3 in the afternoon and the internet at my job is crappy and won’t let me look at maps without taking forever and a half to load it up. And if anyone knows me then they know that my patience is extremely limited (part of the reason why I’m only good at writing one shots lmao) and I don’t really feel like taking longer than necessary to make sure the made-up place I am writing for the made-up people to stay at actually exists. 

TL;DR this place exists in Branson, Missouri, but I’m too lazy to make sure a place like it also exists in California. 

Anyways, enjoy!! I know we all love a good Shassie at a cabin au.

Flufftober day 8: Chopping and Piling Wood

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Lassiter grunted as he swung his ax into the block of wood, chopping it neatly in two. He leaned over and tossed the half still sitting on the block and tossed it onto a small pile that was slowly building up. After throwing the other half onto the pile right after the first, he reached up and wiped a line of sweat beading on his forehead. 

Currently, he and Shawn were undercover as a married couple to investigate a few disappearances that were happening at the Great Pine Lodge. 

The place was as fancy as a cabin in the woods could get. Full plumbing, air conditioning for when it got hot, heaters for when it got cold, a large king size plush mattress complete with expensive feeling sheets and covers. And that was just the cabin. 

About a stone’s throw from where they were staying was a large beautiful lake, with water so clear Lassiter could almost see the bottom. 

The other cabins people were staying at were a decent distance from their own, close enough to see but not close enough to hear the inhabitants if they were inside. 

A paved road — not a gravel road — sat in front of the cabins, shuttle buses on speed dial on the rotary phone sitting on the bedside table inside, so that visitors wouldn’t have to waste their own cars’ gas to go to the dining hall, or the gift shop, or even the arcade (yes, this place had an arcade). 

Lassiter had always dreamed of going here one day. It was the perfect vacation spot for him and Shawn; fine dining, a beautiful view, activities the both of them would enjoy. 

But now was not the time for dreaming of a perfect vacation (although hopefully there’d be some time left for them to do so). Now was time for investigation. Or more aptly, chopping firewood, in Lassiter’s case. 

Before chopping another log, Lassiter stopped to reroll his sleeves that were slowly unraveling themselves. At the moment, all he was wearing was the button up he normally had on under his jacket, the pants to match said jacket, and his work shoes. He probably should’ve put a little more thought into his wardrobe. 

Too late. He’d committed and now he had to stick with it. Lassiter was just glad that Shawn was still unpacking inside. He was always self-conscious about his arms, how much of a stick he looked when he wasn’t wearing something loose — like his suit jacket. 

He looked at his biceps with disdain. It wasn’t like he was weak and couldn’t lift anything. His muscles just never showed unless he flexed them, hiding like some kind of sleeper agent, or whatever they were calling it nowadays. 

Whatever. So long as no one was here to see him make an idiot of himself trying to chop wood. Lassiter was eventually able to cut them into halves once he figured out a comfortable rhythm, but the start was just godawful. His first swing into the first log didn’t have enough weight behind it and was at an awkward angle, so it had bounced away from the wood and left only a small dent. His second swing was too strong and split right between the log and lodged itself into the chopping block. 

But he was better now, after cutting for what felt like hours, though realistically it had probably been thirty minutes. 

After placing another log down, Lassiter prepared to swing the ax once more when-

“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

Lassiter nearly jumped out of his skin. There, leaning against the door was none other than his boyfriend. From what he could see, it looked like Shawn made himself a mug of something warm, judging by the faint steam emanating from it. Tea? Coffee? Hot cocoa? Probably the latter, knowing his boyfriend’s taste for sweet things. 

Lassiter felt the tips of his ears warm, and he knew they’d gone red. “How long were you standing there for?” 

“Ah, time is irrelevant-”

“Shawn.” 

“At least ten minutes.”

Ten minutes. Ten minutes of just watching him swing an ax at wood. Lassiter had no clue what he looked like when he was cutting wood, but he was probably ridiculous. Shawn had probably seen every mistake he’d made. 

Lassiter turned back around, doing his best to ignore the way Shawn was staring at him and lifted the ax once more. He swung with precision and split the log neatly. “Don’t lie, Shawn.” He said, referring to what Shawn had said that startled him. “You know I hate it-”

“What? No no no! Carly, I’m being serious! Look, this is my serious face.”

He didn’t look, not wanting to see his boyfriend who was most likely holding back laughter. He didn’t say anything either, simply returning to the task at hand. Although now he knew he had an audience, which somehow made swinging an ax ten times harder than it was originally. 

There was quiet, uncharacteristic for Shawn. Only the crunching of dead leaves and the swish of grass told Lassiter that he was walking over to him. 

“Back up. I don’t want to accidentally hit you with the-”

“Carlton, look at me. Lemme see those baby blues.” 

At the use of his name, Lassiter turned his head to Shawn. The lack of a nickname and his tone told the detective that he really was being serious. 

And he was right. Lassiter couldn’t remember the last time the otherwise childish man looked this serious about something. He said nothing as he looked into Shawn’s eyes, grass green grounding him. He dropped the ax, a dull thud breaking the quiet. 

“I love all of you, Carly. Doesn’t matter how much you hate it, I look and see you. I don’t see flaws, I see the sexiest body a man could ask for.”

Lassiter couldn’t help the grin, or the tiny laugh that bubbled out at the last thing Shawn said. “Alright, if you say so.” 

“I do say so, and my word is law. You should know this by now, Carlytown.” Shawn stated matter-of-factly. 

This time, Lassiter let out a snort at his boyfriend’s statement. “Is that right?”

“It is.” 

“Mhm. By the way, did you finish unpacking our stuff?” If his calculations were correct, Shawn had taken all of twenty minutes. And from past experience Lassiter knew that it took him at least an hour to get everything perfectly situated for the both of them. 

“We can do that later, I know you have a specific way you like to have your toothbrush set up. Right now there’s a suspect somewhere that’s begging to get caught.” 

“I’m not sure any criminal actually wants to get caught.”

“Really? Because I’m sensing they’re at the arcade right now, writing a secret message in morse code at the game where you have to shoot down those rubber ducks.” 

“Are they, or do you just want to go play games?” 

“That’s neither here nor there. Point is, I’ve already called a shuttle to pick us up and take us to the main building. They should be here in about… five minutes?” 

Lassiter stared at him incredulously. “Five- five minutes? And you’re only telling me this now because why?” That just barely left him with enough time to get out of his sweaty button up and into something clean. It was just the arcade, but he’d prefer to go out without smelling weird in public. 

“Well, I would have told you earlier, but I just couldn’t stop watching you chop that wood. Seriously, Carly, you have no idea how hot you looked swinging that ax.”

“I- alright, fine. Could’ve used more warning time, but it’s fine. Where’d you put my clothes?” 

“In the dresser on the left of the bed, everything’s in the top drawer.”

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Notes: yeah yeah yeah, the name of the place they’re staying at is just a rip from the place I based it off of. Sue me. 

oh and the title is a lyric in C'mon Girl by Red Hot Chili Peppers, i couldn't come up with an actual title by myself, sorry

ao3 link

[dreamkidddream]

Random Domestic Headcanons with Ranpo

Random headcanons bc I needed/wanted some fluff with Ranpo ☺️ reader is gender neutral!

Living with Ranpo may seem stressful looking from the outside in, but it wasn’t surprisingly

…don’t be fooled though, it wasn’t always easy

It wasn’t a secret that Ranpo could be a massive man child, but you both had a set system in the apartment- a peaceful routine that worked well for the both of you, despite his…setbacks

It always amazed you that despite him being the smartest detective alive, he couldn’t do the simplest of things- for example, laundry

If you love your clothes- please I beg you do not let him wash your clothes

He did it once and you were left with an…interesting wardrobe for the entire week- as comical as it was, you would prefer your usual clothes over the mess that Ranpo made (and tried to fix- as comfortable as it was wearing his coat, you couldn’t wear it forever)

So now you’re the one in charge of washing and Ranpo is in charge of folding! Sometimes he would try to wash on his own but you snatch the detergent out of his hands before he could even pour anything

It still baffles your mind at how he managed to survive this long

He complains about doing housework, and sometimes you would have to entice him to get it done (whether it be the promise of extra snacks or a kiss)

But that’s not to say that Ranpo’s useless- far from it actually

Grocery shopping is a breeze thanks to him- anything you think you’re forgetting, he already knows. His memory is scarily accurate to where he’s already putting it in the basket before you could even think about it. Just remembered that you forgot something at the register? Don’t worry, Ranpo already has it on the counter ready to be scanned

He also puts in a lot of snacks in the cart- and I mean a lot- but you let him get away with it since you love him (although you do have to limit him sometimes since he can go a bit overboard)

Your snacks is his snacks pretty much- but he does share (some) of it with you, even if it’s already missing a bite out of it

Ranpo likes to help you cook! And his way of helping is to taste test everything along the way- which you don’t mind since it is one of the ways that you bond and he does give good feedback when his mouth isn’t full anymore

Eating together is a must! Whether he’s bragging about how dumb the officers acted today or the new mystery that Poe wrote for him, it was always shared over meals together. It was one of the main ways you guys spent quality time together

He would help wash the dishes afterwards

Nights after work would include watching a low-budget crime show and solving it before the show is over (even if Ranpo already knew who the culprit was as soon as the show began, it was still fun- same with a movie), playing his game together, giving a hand at Poe’s new novel, etc.- anything to keep you both entertained and that helps de-stress from the day, he’s down to do (as long as it doesn’t require a lot of work)

Regardless, Ranpo is fine just being surrounded by you after work. Even if he didn’t have to put in much effort at the agency, it still felt good to unwind with you- just having you by his side or in his arms was more than enough

You guys have matching toothbrushes!! It’s childish enough to be his idea, but it’s actually yours

He also lets you take a shower first or even better- bathing together. Its not even in a sexual manner- it’s a moment that both of you are vulnerable together and could actually relax. Taking turns washing each others backs and hair was a form of tranquility that couldn’t be replaced, especially on a rough day

Ranpo is fine being either the little spoon or the big spoon, but he’s mostly the big spoon. You guys switch it up depending on what’s wanted, but most of the time you end up tangled with one another anyway by the time morning comes

Before he leaves for the day (or after you drop him at the agency), he will not let you leave until he gets his kiss. He’ll whine if you forget and won’t let you leave until you remember why- he says that it helps him get through the day, and he’s not lying

He can be selfish at times, but Ranpo really does care for you. He makes sure to put your badge with your train card by the door so that you don’t forget, he saves an extra stick of his pocky for you since it’s your favorite, and he waits for you outside of your office to walk home together (even if Kunikida or Atsushi had to lead him there)

Most of all, he makes sure that you know how much you mean to him. Whether it’s through quality time or his words that he would whisper in the late hours of the night after pressing his lips against yours, he makes sure that you know- and that you don’t forget

[in1-nutshell]

Human Buddy the shapeshifter showing the ability to Nightbeat

SFW, platonic, Human reader

MTMTE

Buddy had shown their unique abilities before. They had shown it to most of the original crew. That was an eventful day.

“Can you shapeshift into anything you want?”--Brainstorm

“I have my limits, but I can do a whole variety of things. Most times they must be living though.”--Buddy

“Hey Squishy, bet you can’t shapeshift into Megatron—”--Whirl

“Done.”--Buddy

“… Do me next!”--Whirl

“No, me!”—Brainstorm

It isn’t until later when the new members are adjusting that Buddy realizes that the new crew doesn’t know about their little gift. But one bot in particular is on Buddy having a secret and is keen on figuring it out. The self-proclaimed detective, Nightbeat.

 The other bots he had interviewed about Buddy having a secret were either thinking of another secret Buddy might have or playing dumb wanting to see what happened.

After an interview with Nightbeat…

Ultra Magnus is now thinking that Buddy might have another ability and in scheduling a meeting with them. He needs to be ready for any shenanigans that could come with the new ability, the sooner the better.

Whirl wants to see how far Nightbeat is going to go down this rabbit hole and he’s going to enjoy his engex while watching. He wants the shenanigans to continue.

Now it had taken the original crew some time to settle down after Buddy’s bombshell. For the most part they just accepted it as something Buddy could do.

“Ultra Magnus. I’ve brought in the reports—”--Megatron

“Shhh.”--Buddy

“Magnus?”--Megatron

“No, it’s Buddy. I made a bet with Mags seeing how long it would take Rodimus to notice it’s me. He might be on to me, but that’s why I have these datapads ready to give to him.”--Buddy

“And why would you do that? How did you even get Magnus to do this?”--Megatron

“It’s part of human culture.”--Buddy

“And pray tell is that?”--Megatron

“Pranking and revenge for what he did during Karaoke night.”--Buddy

“…Carry on then Ultra Magnus.”—Megatron

Whirl was bribed heavily by some of the bots on board to keep Nightbeat’s personal mission on going and not spoil it. Buddy personally found it a bit amusing and let the gag run for a bit longer. Soon enough the fun part was over, and Buddy decided to finally tell Nightbeat.

“C’mon Buddy, why not let him suffer a little longer? I’m getting paid big time!”--Whirl

“Because 1. It’s gone on for long enough. 2. I don’t want him snooping through my room again. It took forever to get the wardrobe organized again.”--Buddy

One-night Nightbeat gets an invite to Buddy’s habsuite to talk. Nightbeat had a list of questions prepared to ask Buddy. But when he enters the suite, he only sees himself standing in front of him.

He automatically thinks it’s a mirror until he realizes that Buddy doesn’t own a mirror that big.

He does some movements.

The other Nightbeat copied the same.

He continues to do more gestures and the other follows.

At this point he is having fun with whatever this is.

Until he realizes that Buddy isn’t there and abruptly stops. The other Nightbeat in return waved before starting to shrink. Nightbeat was too interested in what was going on to be scared.

Then poof! Buddy is there.

“Surprise!”--Buddy

“So, this was the secret you’ve been hiding! The mystery has been solved!”--Nightbeat

“Well technically I never hid it. Most of the crew knows about this.”--Buddy

“What!?”--Nightbeat

“Yeah, I forgot to let the newcomers, such as yourself, in on it.”--Buddy

“Either way this is amazing!”—Nightbeat

Nightbeat was spewing out questions and comments left and right. Buddy was stuck in the room answering questions for about an hour, but they were happily answering the questions to the best of their abilities. Nightbeat loves Buddy’s shapeshifting abilities and never gets tired of seeing them shift.

“Do you get the memories of the things you turn into?”--Nightbeat

“Not really, maybe an instinct or two, but nothing special.”--Buddy

“Have you ever turned into members of the crew before?”--Nightbeat

“All the time. But most of the time it’s for jokes.”—Buddy

[pinkfey]

how you see yourself ｡*.♡

i was tagged by the beloved @rosenfey to do this cute lil meme; tysm ambie!! mwah!! i’m self conscious right now so i’m just going to tag anyone and everyone who sees this!! do it RIGHT NEOW >:3

character ➳ this is well known, but i've felt a profound connection to padmé since i was a child. it's not out of relatability, though, it’s from a deep understanding. (LET THE RECORD SHOW I JUST DELETED A BIG ASS RANT RATTLING OFF THE THINGS I LOVE ABT HER CHARACTER BC IT GOT SO LONG I WOULD’VE NEEDED A READ MORE 😭). i just.. i love her!! i love her. i love her and i’m the only one who gets her.

style ➳ no one is a monolith, but i do gravitate towards softer, more feminine looks. many dresses and skirts in my wardrobe :3 though it is ofc not limited to just that

object ➳ so, earrings are perhaps an odd choice here, but i wanted something to represent my clutter bug!! i love collecting little bits of miscellany, earrings included (and these are very my style; i adore pearls and cute “busy” looking items), because i’m a purveyor of all things meant to make my heart glow a little softer <3

place ➳ i'm a cali baby until i die. i struggled to pick one sole place, so i chose the whole state because it truly is so important to me. it's not just sf and the bay area (my home), but the redwood forests to the east and the beach towns down south and wine country to the north. california's pre and post-colonial history is rich and vast and bits of its geographical beauty have survived in incredible ways. and, despite all of the flaws of this godforsaken state, the cultures here have worth. there are merits and there are good people, you just have to care, and because of that, i don’t think i’ll ever want leave. i don't jump ship because work is simply hard; i want california to be what i know it can be.

animal ➳ otters are my favorite animal, we know this, but too many people have affirmed me as a cocker spaniel/cavalier spaniel over the years, so i had to include it. i think it's the hair texture and general air of prancing about?? i am simply a little lady idk what to tell u!!

song ➳ i chose i'm your man by mitski,,,, 👀👀 i'm in the song, just not as singer’s the point of view, if you catch my meaning. men ruined my life but whatever.

job ➳ though office and archival work is my calling (i was born to organize and file and push trolleys of books and boxes and sit on the computer and be a little secretary), part of me will always feel that being a childcare worker is integral to who i am. i mean, i did it for so many years i loved teaching, i loved nannying, i loved early childhood education studies. i loved being miss jasmine :]

food ➳ burritos are my favorite food ever, but i chose the petit fours because, well, it's me!! it feels like me!! little cakes served on dainty platters accompanied by a sweet drink?? bite sized flavors of rose or chocolate or matcha or vanilla or lavender or raspberry and and and???? exactly. teensy and sweet and delicate and perfect.

color ➳ pink, forever and always. the pink i used for this edit is more vibrant than my favorite shade of pink (blush), but pink is pink so i'm okay with it <33

[redeyerhaenyra]

No words needed

Summary: In which Micolash breaks into your room to fuck and then cuddle you. Reader is a Byrgenwerth student!

Warnings: Somnophilia, fem reader, pwp, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, breaking and entering, slight dubcon?

Notes: My first Micolash fic! My favourite bloodborne sexyman finally gets his debut :) Please tell me what you thought in the comments! I will definitely be writing for him more! Enjoy!

Wc: 1.2k

Unbeknownst to some, Byrgenwerth actually provided dormitories for it's students. They only consisted of a single room with a bed and wardrobe, but it was enough for you. With the money you had to spare, you'd gone out one day, after classes had finished, and bought yourself a lovely soft blanket to cuddle up in on cold winter nights. It was the perfect thing to lull you to sleep, warm and cozy.

You'd already fallen asleep, slept for a while, and then woken up. It was still dark out- you assumed it to be very early in the morning, and decided, since lessons didn't start for several more hours, to stay put in bed. You allowed yourself to grow weary once more, and snuggled down into the depths of your bed, fading in and out of unconsciousness.

However, you were alerted awake, by the sound of your door being meddled with. For modesty's sake, it was quite customary for ladies to lock their bedroom door at night, to halt any scoundrels from attempting to take their innocence before their husbands could. Every time you heard the lock being picked, you grew a tad frightened that it might not be who you suspect it to be, but it always ended up being him.

Micolash always got to bed late, whether it be his own, or yours. Staying up all night studying in Byrgenwerth's expansive library, you couldn't blame him, really. But still.. sleep was a good thing. You'd told him time and time again that he should sleep more, but he wouldn't have any of it. The pursuit of knowledge was something he'd regularly push the limits of his body to achieve.

He was a menace to your mental state, really. You were forever worrying about him. Though, the feeling of the mattress dipping down as he tumbled into bed with you, finally, relieved your constant worry, even if only slightly. You were quite sure he'd not even taken his shoes off, let alone his clothes, but you didn't mind too much. No matter what obstacles may lay in his path, Micolash always, eventually, found his way into your bed.

He preferred to lay behind you, and spoon you, and so that is where he maneuvered himself to be. Behind you, tugging you closer to him, as if even a breath apart from you was painful. His hands seemed jittery, you heard his ragged breathing across your neck, and gasped quietly when all of a sudden he had pulled your hips to his, and ground himself against you, so you could feel something hot and hard straining itself in the confines of his trousers. You swore he moaned a little into your ear.

Ah. So that's why he was so jittery. Had he walked all the way to your room, from the library, with that pressing against his trousers? There was probably no one else around at this time, but still.. you felt a tad sorry for him.

Though maybe, perhaps, he'd only developed such an arousal when seeing you laid in bed, hair spread out on the pillow above you like a halo, of sorts. He'd one told you before that seeing you so peaceful, angel-like, did something for him.

You'd ask him later, as right now your mind was a little fried from Micolash's sudden onslaught. His hands were cold, and you yelped a little when with one hand, he aggressively pulled up your nightdress to rest around your hips, and with the other, pull down the neckline of the garment so that your breasts were freed.

You could practically hear his grin of delight. His fingers were icy cold, and thin. Your nipples were quick to pebble as he roughly tugged and twisted them. Breathing became somewhat difficult, hoarse and staggered, as tiny moans were forced from your throat.

One hand stayed on your chest, now massaging gently, while another crept down to squirm it's way between your legs. You sighed into him, then yelped once again, louder this time, as the dastardly man chose to pinch your clit tight between his fingers, just enough until it hurt, before retreating to rub soothing circles around the nub. Your eyes watered a little.

Micolash's own breathing grew more laboured, the sound of you yelping in part pain, part pleasure, was music to his ears. His cock twitched, and he grinded himself against you more feverntly now. You knew he was desperate to ram his cock inside of you, but the subtle affection showed by making sure you were wet and stretched enough first was not gone unnoticed by you.

The fingers circling your clit scampered away, finding your drooling entrance, and eagerly plunge themselves inside of you, immediately curling against the spot that just made you melt. Micolash's fingers were so long, they reached all the good spots inside you- and you had to bite the pillow the keep your wanton moans from escaping. These walls were thin, afterall. And if anyone were to find out that a young, unmarried woman of your status was frolicking about in bed late at night with a man, most would not look too favourably upon you. Micolash giggled childishly behind you. Smug bastard.

He was your smug bastard though.

Eventually, whilst you couldn't lie that his fingers were tremendous inside of you, you grew hungry for Micolash's cock instead, letting him know by pressing your bum backwards and roughly rubbing against his crotch. He whined against your ear, and you whined back.

This time, you both were frantically pulling clothes apart. Both of your hands clashed as they tried to be the ones to tug down Micolash's trousers to finally free his cock. You felt the heat of it against your thigh.

Micolash may have been thin and wry, but he was still bigger than you. He manhandled your leg upwards, holding you with one hand under your knee, your tiny cunt finally exposed to him. It was a sight that always made him shiver. Tomorrow, has going to eat your pussy like it had never been eaten before. For now, Micolash could not bare to be apart from you any longer. He angled himself, them thrusted forward, giving you no time to adjust to how lengthy his cock was as he rapidly plunged in and out of your wet heat.

Micolash was always loud during sex, grunting and moaning into your ear- you'd told him not to, that people would talk. He didn't care, of course he didn't. You instead chose to bite the pillow to stop wanton moans erupting from your throat. Even in such a quick and ruthless session, there was a tenderness in the way he held you, in the way he rubbed tight circles around your clit with his free hand. You were both terribly in love with eachother, and there were no words needed to express such affections.

Soon, you both climaxed. Micolash's thrusts stuttering as your rhythmically clenching walls drained him of every last drop of cum he had. You squirmed in his arms as your own orgasm overtook you, washing over you, filling your senses to the brim, much like his cock in your pussy. Sweating and panting, both of you snuggled nearer eachother. Micloash gently pulled out of you, you felt his cum dribble out of your cunt, but you were too tired now to clean it up.

Micolash buried his face in your hair, tugging your small hands into his larger one's, and rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. Once again, no words were needed. Why use words to tell one another things you both already knew?

Micolash knew you loved him. And you know that he loved you, too.

[chimaeraonwards]

freedom, choice, and dreams - a perspective of a newbie one piece fan from opla

I am scared of saying what my dreams are. It feels stupid hanging on to something I don't know if I'll ever see come true. These dreams are the ones I hold to my chest, afraid that someone would find it.

Would they treat me with pity? Would they laugh? Would they tell me to give up?

It gets harder to believe in dreams as you grow older. My escape that was books and fandom became reminders that I simply wasn't the chosen one who gets to do something and be someone. I'm the side character that gets killed off in episode 2 in a flashback in someone else's story.

I wasn't destined to be the one who can make change on the world since before I was born like Harry Potter. I'm not the one who gets chosen by a master in the field I love to be his successor like Midoriya Izuku. My parents are not secretly some kind of god like Percy Jackson. There is no wardrobe, no lion, no witch to take me away where I can finally be somebody.

I'm just me, a nobody, stuck in a house haunted by my ghosts, with my dreams out of reach. The stories that used to be my escapism start to feel like painful reminders.

And then I watched the One Piece Live Action. For the first time in a long time, I saw adults who were not the chosen ones, on the wrong side of power, stuck in everyday monotony.

They were surviving, but they weren't alive.

If you look in the mirror, would it sound more familiar?

The One Piece Live Action showed me characters who have beautiful dreams and yet, don't believe that they could ever reach them? By all means, how would they? Nami was stuck in a situation she had limited control over her freedom, Usopp was literally all alone and no one believed him, Sanji was held back by obligation and realism, and Zoro was lost wasn't strong enough. Heck even Koby was stuck on a ship being mistreated with literally no way to escape.

And then Luffy came around.

Luffy, the goofy embodiment of freedom, joy, silliness, and has the emotional intelligence the size of the entire ocean.

He showed them that there was a choice. You had the choice to believe that you can reach your dreams. He showed them that no dream was too crazy, too big, too small, too unimportant. You deserve to make it a reality.

Immediately I was hooked. Diving into the manga, I think that what Luffy does is gives the space to people to let their heart want their dream.

And then he fights for them.

Think about what's stopping you from reaching your dream. Is it money? Support? Access to power? Strength? Knowledge?

Fighting for your dream isn't as pretty as faith, trust, and pixie dust. It's brutal. It's heartache. It's sacrifice. But most of all, it's never giving up, even when you're broken.

The Straw Hats show that having the freedom to chase your dreams isn't a lonely journey. You need to lend a hand to people on the way there, and they will do the same for you.

On the other side of this idealist dream chasing optimism, One Piece beautifully shows the harsh reality, that some dreams won't be reached in your lifetime. But like Gol D. Roger, Red Leg Zeff, Otohime, maybe, just maybe, you can help someone else reach that same goal you had. We will all die someday, but our dreams can live forever. And isn't that a beautiful thing?

The Straw Hat Pirates unapologetically declare their dreams out loud, not afraid of what anyone else has to say about them.

Maybe I should take some advice from them.

👟 I'm going to find a way and be able to continue my education.

[seraphicsimmer]

[Pictured: The Landgraab-Goths... or is it the Goth-Landgraabs?

Not pictured: Johnny ”Zest” and family, Alexander Goth and family. Grab some popcorn, the lore is wild.] ____________________________________________

Geoffrey Landgraab – The ever-so-charming Southern gentleman who plays the real estate game like Monopoly. Geoffrey’s docile demeanor hides a cutthroat landshark mentality. He’ll snatch up your property before you’ve even had a chance to flip through the latest Vogue. How a genteel man like Geoffrey ended up with his platinum[card] blonde is anyone’s guess.

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Nancy Landgraab – The powerhouse (pun intended) behind Landgraab Power. Whether she’s in the spotlight or not, Nancy’s gaze is omnipresent, especially when it comes to the Goths. Her distaste for Bella Goth is no secret, but the reasons remain as shadowy as her business dealings. Nancy managed to bend Cassandra to her will—who do you think persuaded her to drop her maiden name? Now, her sharp jade eyes are set on her granddaughter, who seems to be her very clone. Is she on the inside too?

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Malcolm Landgraab – A man torn between his mother’s ruthless ambitions and his father’s honest work ethic. Malcolm’s life has been a tug-of-war between power and virtue, shaped by summers at Osteer Ranch and lessons in cutting-edge business. His romance with Cassandra brought a brief respite from the shadows, but their daughter Priscilla’s arrival changed everything. Malcolm’s recent career move puts him right under Nancy’s thumb—now, which empire is he really preparing to inherit?

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Priscilla Landgraab – Welcome to Sim City, little Landgraab. I’ve had my eye on you for quite some time. Overprotective Cassandra vowed not to let her daughter grow up as isolated as she did, so she’s been hovering over every detail of Priscilla’s life. But here’s the million-simoleon question: what’s worse—being tossed to the wolves or raised under a microscope? Something tells me Cassandra and Priscilla might not see eye to eye on this one. Priscilla may have been raised in the shadows of Sim City's elite, but she’s wrapped in more mystery than her designer wardrobe. And believe me, the intrigue is only beginning. There’s nothing quite like watching a sheltered socialite take center stage. Will she crack under the pressure or rise to the occasion? My guess? This little Landgraab is facing a choice, much like her dear daddy, Malcolm, once did.

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Cassandra Landgraab – Oh, Cassandra. There’s no tale quite as tragic as that of our resident gloomy girl. Raised by a father who indulged her artistic soul and a mother who loved her... from a safe distance, Cassandra had all the solitude and inspiration to become the musician she always dreamed of being. But music doesn’t pay the bills. Isn’t that right, Nancy? After graduating from Britechester University, Cassandra was swept up in the Landgraab empire. Now she plays the role of their financial advisor... or so they let her think. On weekends, you might catch a glimpse of her sulking in the back row of a symphony orchestra, drowning her sorrows in violins. That is if Geoffrey decides to let her out. Poor Cass, always playing second fiddle in more ways than one.

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Mortimer Goth – Famous gallerist, better known for marrying up. Some say Mortimer Goth has it all: a high-paying job that lets him curate his passion, two picture-perfect children, and a smoking hot wife with a past as mysterious as her present. Maybe the Landgraabs and Goths have more in common than we think—like the fact that both families’ matriarchs run the show. Even Bella, who disappears more often than a limited-edition Fabergé egg. But is Mortimer truly happy, or has he learned to keep his questions to himself? After all, ignorance is bliss, right? Something tells me dear Cassandra didn’t quite get that life lesson from daddy dearest.

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Bella Goth – The ever-enigmatic Bella Goth, Sim City’s very own Mona Lisa with secrets behind that famous smile. Once a model and forever a mystery, Bella Bachelo traded in the runway for a life of high society as Bella Goth. And let’s just say, the intrigue hasn’t stopped since. But while Mortimer lives in his art-filled bliss, Bella’s not just playing house—she’s playing a much bigger game. Always jetting off on one "business trip" after another, you have to wonder what’s really keeping her away. Of course, it’s all very hush-hush. But with her sharp mind and sultry charm, it’s clear Bella isn’t just a pretty face at fancy galas. Whatever she’s up to, one thing’s for sure: she’s definitely not on Nancy Landgraab’s guest list. Nancy may control half of Sim City’s power grid, but Bella? She’s always two steps ahead. The real question is, how long can she keep everyone guessing?

You know you love me! XOXO, Sim Snitch.

[exilynn]

Hey, loves. I brought some HEADCANON'S from my BOOK;AU with Eddie. This is nothing more satisfying (it's all to promote my content and have some fun)

(echoes nocteris

Being in a relationship with Eddie from the perspective of Echoes Nocteris Fanfic

🏹 It's not a good idea to talk about other guys who resemble him— Eddie is a card-carrying jealous type. He respects you, but he can't help wanting to be the only guy in your life!

🏹 The love between you two is mutual, and the passion is intense and frightening. You would die for each other. But maybe it's just a "fantasy," and you're both aware of the limits of wanting each other in your lives.

🏹 From Eddie's perspective, everything you do can excite him, just like in The Police's song Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic.

🏹 You and he have a few things in common, even in music. Like your shared love for Iron Maiden, Depeche Mode, and more.

🏹 You're the center of his world, and he tries not to overdo it to avoid scaring you, but he ends up being a damn last romantic anyway.

🏹 Eddie found the same comfort in you that he has in Wayne, and he sees that as a gift after feeling like he was 'cursed' his whole life.

🏹 That time you played D&D into the early hours, he surprised you with his courage and determination. He believed in your abilities, but you definitely hooked him (forever?).

🏹 Since you write, he teases you, pestering to read your writings because he knows what they're about (erotic literature/drama).

🏹 The fights, a key point: Eddie knows he acts immaturely in some of them, but you always find a way to understand each other again despite the complexities. And those fights are "resolved" in bed, that’s it.

🏹 You "stripped" his soul and calmed the "dragons," and he couldn't be more grateful. (He lost his virginity with you.)

🏹 Despite his 'corroded' childhood and youth, Eddie gives his heart and soul to you, as if it's not much, but it would be his everything.

🏹 Not being used to affection and interest, you were the only girl who cared about his past jobs. Like when he told you, embarrassed, about working as a bartender for a while on the east side of Howling, but you looked at him as if he were your treasure, and you were the dragon that would protect him.

🏹 Eddie knows how to provoke jealousy by saying nonsense, never intending to belittle you. But he brags about his past and that damn "romantic adventures" diary.

🏹 He says stupid things like, "I'm not Kurt Cobain, but I'd kinda take a bullet for you."

🏹 Raised by women, he’s completely respectful towards all women he interacts with. And don’t worry, he’ll be there for you if you're dealing with a terrible PMS (even if it means challenging your red dragon within).

🏹 Eddie is never quite sure if you enjoy his world—I mean, you brought the comfort he never had in childhood with his dad. So he sees you as a significant attachment figure.

🏹 He knows, he just knows where to touch you if he wants to stir a mix of excitement and confusion.

🏹 Eddie loves a light BDSM game when you grab his handcuffs off the wardrobe and show him who's boss (he enjoys that role reversal).

🏹 He would show you Hot Wheels collections you used to play with and a bunch of junk he kept somewhere from the old mechanic shop where he worked with Wayne as a teenager. It's all part of the flirting, trust me.

🏹 He would joke about how you ignore him and give attention to "non-living" things, referring to "stupid devices" that don't entertain you.

🏹 He always makes sure to check on you, and if he suspects you're not okay, he'll find any excuse to cheer you up and help you shut off from your problems.

🏹 He’s a big, romantic lover, and when he’s high, he creates entire semi-intellectual debates (the perfect opportunity since he's a nerd). "The guys from Athens looked like they were wearing grandma's clothes they bought at a thrift store" (probably in a discussion about Socrates and the academy).

🏹 One of the worst things he can see is you crying, so be aware that he'll make you laugh (after you’ve sobbed and he’s hugged you tight).

🏹 The whole thing about him seeing himself as the town's (freak) because of Jason and his crew (Jason, you bastard). Eddie doesn’t feel like that anymore —the horrendous creature—since he fell in love with you and you brought emotional stability into his life.

🏹 When he runs out of creativity for songs and crumples up papers but then reconsiders because you taught him a sacred (fake, made-up by you) proverb: the "I should."

🏹 Eddie is the type of "star lover," so he’ll invite you, in the middle of the night, after you’ve bundled up, to stargaze (because he appreciates you and couldn’t be more comfortable comparing you to them).

🏹 He’s the noise guy, but he doesn’t mind spending some quiet time when he's with you. Putting on some slow music, whether to dance or just to enjoy the moment in the trailer with you.

🏹 He’d probably have a custom necklace made for you and give you his skull ring, even though he sees it as his "lucky charm."

🏹 He’s a tease, that’s the word. If you want to sit still for a while, fiddling with something that isn’t him, he’ll bug you until you pay attention (needy but mature enough to understand space).

🏹 He lightly squeezes the back of your neck when you're anxious—the neck and shoulders are the tensest parts of your body, and he knows it. Besides your restless legs, which he calms by holding them with caresses.

🏹 He loves that "hit and return" game, like when you challenge him to a silly duel.

🏹 Eddie protects you at all costs; if you have unfaithful friends, he’ll choose you over them every time. Anyone who harms your honor is no longer worthy.

🏹 If he sees someone circling you with malicious intent, he’ll pull you away from what he calls a threat to his Punk Fairy/Banshee.

🏹 He would dedicate anything to make you feel like the most badass, strong, and beautiful woman in the world… especially in his little world.

If you guys like it, I'll bring some of the best quotes he said in the book <3

[tornrose24]

So a fews days ago, @chinirom05 asked me some questions regarding my art and writing, and I told them the question was too good to be just on a DM, because my response might help other creatives/writers.

So to answer the questions...

When it comes to fashion, it really depends on a few factors. Since I’ve mainly done fan art on here, it boils down to ‘What’s the event/time period’ and ‘who is the character I’m dressing up.’ As a bonus, sometimes I try to factor in if I want to pay homage to the character’s ethnicity/heritage (I did this for those TGAMM Aladdin AU drawings for the princess attire).

So I’m going to go WAY back in the past for one example that the CU fandom might recall–remember the CU Tangled AU drawings and fics I collaborated with @princeasimdiya12 ?

While there was inspiration from the movie its based on, I also had to research the time period the movie supposedly takes place in (I think it was around the 1790s if I remember correctly). Edith was the best challenge for this one because there were a lot of dresses to put her in, but I also needed to design them in a way that reflected her character as well as would look good for her body type since she has a plus sized figure. The apron from the first fic was meant to show off her creative side, Her castle dress had polka dots as a nod to her canon outfit, and the ballgown used colors I thought would be good on her–but blue was a necessary element due to her iconic blue eyes. (damn, that was YEARS ago and when I had my old tablet!) Also I loved getting an excuse to research period outfits and creating dresses. George and Harold’s outfits outfits took inspiration from the characters they were based on, but I kept their color schemes and looked up clothes boys might have worn back then.

A more recent example was from the TGAMM fic Her First Forever Friend, and I did do drawings for it, including the example I’m about to talk about. It comes late in the fic (chapter 13, to be specific), but for the moment in question, I wanted to give Molly a new outfit that was meant to be symbolic/reflective of her nature and growth in the story (especially given how limited her wardrobe is in the show). I researched sundresses (or just dresses) for a girl her age, until I found a design I could work with that also looked like something Molly would wear. I also used yellow daisies in her appearance as a theme and for the symbolism behind it (I wanted to use pink lotus flowers at first, but their meaning didn’t exactly fit what I was after). If you’ve read the fic or seen my drawings for the fic (which includes her in that dress), then you’d understand the meaning behind it as well as what the outfit is meant to be parallel to. (Also, if anyone is reading this, do NOT click the link if you haven't seen the series finale of The Ghost and Molly McGee, or read up to ch 13 of my fic.)

If you mean inspiration for fashion… I get it from almost anywhere. For art in general? Well, I started taking inspiration from anime, and then gradually cartoons.

For the writing question… well, it’s not easy. When I have a story, I focus on the ideas and plan things out in my head. However, I might not have the things in between right away, so I might have scenes that take a bit more work to figure out compared to others. There are also some times where I realize an idea might not work so I’ll have to plan it out differently, or I want the story to go in another direction (or I just can’t use an idea).

One good example of this is–again–Her First Forever Friend. I thought I’d be doing a one shot, but it had the potential to be more, so I gave it a go. Here were some challenges:

-Since Molly came to Brighton earlier than usual, how would certain events change as a result? If she’s meant to defeat The Chairman just like in canon, how do I get to that? What’s going to be the big moment where ‘everything changes?’

-Chapter 4. Everyone who read this fic knows this chapter for lots for reasons. As I wrote in my notes, I had a huge decision in ‘who will stay and who will go’ by the end of it. I knew I had a much more interesting story on my hands if I made the choice that I ultimately went with, as well as a really good character arc for someone who needed it… and my readers really enjoyed how that character arc developed. (There’s one line in chapter 6 that best reflects this arc and my readers quoted it in their comments on archive.) In the chapter that came after this, I wanted to put the fortune teller oc in the dream sequence, but I opted not too as it would have made the scene too messy and I needed to keep attention on the three characters already in it.

–When I got to chapter 8, I had an idea of what I wanted to do, but then I realized ‘wait a minute, I’m seeing a problem/plot hole in the future if I just continue forward.’ So I had to give the duo a new problem as well as a way to find the solution–it extended the story to about 2/3 chapters but it was worth it, and I got some good moments to write out.

So yeah, just some examples of my writing process. Sometimes I have things planned, and sometimes I don’t. Especially if I don’t have the entire story arc in my head.

Also, I’ve learned that I need to try to simplify some sentences to make them flow–especially if there’s action in it (a reader commented that my fighting scenes needed shorter sentences to make them easier to read many years back). However, I like going all out on the more emotional moments–if there’s a heartwarming moment in any of my fics, chances are that’s something I loved working on the most and went all out. Also, I’m sorry if you ever need to look up words–I guess that’s the academic side of me wanting to include things that hopefully the readers will look into.

Now if you are collaborating with someone, like I did with princeasimdiya12? There’s a bit of compromise, but I’ve tried to include all of our ideas and put them together. It’s been a long time since I wrote the Tangled CU AU fics and I can’t recall which exact story elements were his at the moment but I made sure to make a note as to which story elements were his. (Also, I’ve seen some collaboration fics where it looks like there’s a scene going on, but everything looks painfully out of order as if the two are writing responses at different or later times, and I can’t handle it.)

Anyway, I hope that advice helps somewhat.

[outeremissary]

Roots for Kas + Balthazar; motion for Kas; and change for Balthazar?

Thanks for the ask!! This got Really Out of Hand so I'm um. Putting it under a cut. WHOOPS. I hope you enjoy looking at a gazillion images from the Pandora Hearts artbooks

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Balthazar

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

The inspirations!!! So, I know I mention it periodically, but Balthazar’s clothes take not insignificant inspiration from ouji fashion. It was very present in manga I read in my formative years and I have a lot of fondness for it. Elegant, flamboyant, androgynous… I love it. And unsurprisingly the same kinds of historical European noble fashion that inspire ouji also inspire me from time to time. I was going to include some examples but uhhhh I think there are going to be enough images in this asdlfijas

A specific inspiration though has got to be the work of Jun Mochizuki. I absolutely love Mochizuki-sensei’s art, and the styles in Pandora Hearts and The Case Study of Vanitas are just. So huge in my mind forever. Years ago Balthazar had a much less flamboyant style that was pretty directly inspired by Vanitas himself; over time he’s moved towards flashier looks, but there’s still a Vanitas element to him, I think.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

God, he’s gone through enough that this is practically a life history.

So, two important things to know are that 1) Balthazar was born poor and 2) Balthazar is a trans man. So early in life Balthazar had pretty limited access to choices of clothing, often wearing hand-me-downs from the neighbor’s daughters that were, though well cared for, worn and usually plain, and meant for a little girl. At the time Balthazar’s father Kostas left Balthazar’s hair long, not unlike the way Kostas remembered the hair of Balthazar’s mother. The first big change would have probably been when in an act of anger and desperation, Balthazar cut his hair practically to the root while his father was out. Kostas was upset and confused, but tried to be ginger around the clear distress Balthazar was expressing. Some time after this Balthazar began finding ways to access more masculine clothing from charity, secondhand stores when he could scrounge up the money, and occasional theft.

In his teens, during the period where he was living with his teacher, he slowly began to change his image again, emulating his idea of a fashionable young man of high society. Time away from his childhood home had slowly given him more comfort being in public and with the sense that he passed, and he had begun to introduce himself with a new name when in public. He also had gotten far, far better at coming up with money in order to indulge his tastes. He was also very good at finding friends, lovers, and benefactors to give him gifts. Over this period his sense of style started to resemble his present wardrobe. He got his ears pierced and began experimenting with jewelry. He also began to grow out his hair again, wearing it long and artificially straightened for a period due to a popular trend. This was the first time he started to feel really comfortable with how he existed in public. Somewhere in here, also top surgery, because if a game is going to say “there’s well developed non-magical medical knowledge in this fantasy world” I’m going to go “awesome there’s top surgery.” I am allowed to have this and no one is allowed to argue with me <3

After being thrown out of his teacher’s home, Balthazar lost of lot of his wardrobe and over the ensuing years much of what he had began to get increasingly worn out. He stopped straightening his hair, and when he finally left Absalom he cut it short. It felt like a fitting fresh start. Though the haircut may have also helped soothe nerves- both the anxiety of leaving behind all he had known before and the sense that his control over his appearance and his general presence in the world had been deteriorating. His style became simpler for a time as he sold off trinkets and unnecessary things piecemeal to finance his travels when money was tight. The Balthazar who arrived in Brevoy was one who had slowly but surely become more subdued and practical, even if he still clung to some of his old extravagant trappings where he could and was certainly not prepared for a true wilderness trek.

After the defeat of the Stag Lord, Jamandi Aldori did finance a new wardrobe fitting for a Brevic nobleman as a gift, but Balthazar didn’t truly come back into his own until he met the tailor Sharel. Sharel has been very good at working with Balthazar’s flashy and unconventional personal tastes and designed a lot of the clothes Balthazar has worn since becoming the ruler of the Stolen Lands (as well as reworking favorite pieces to accommodate the wings later on). Balthazar has a great deal of respect for Sharel’s work as an artist. He appreciates what Sharel does more than he expresses- and given how he loves to tease Sharel by showering him with praise, that’s a lot of appreciation.

The other major developments of Balthazar’s life have been supernatural. Balthazar’s halo first manifested when he was around seven or eight (the first clear sign that he was an aasimar), but he generally suppressed it to avoid notice. As his powers as a sorcerer developed, however, this became more and more difficult. Over the course of the game’s plot his halo becomes much brighter when manifested and can no longer be fully suppressed without active effort. The result is that there’s often a faint glow around him- usually not clearly visible in daylight or bright indoor spaces, but unmistakable in dim light. Shortly after the events of chapter three, he also develops wings very suddenly. He has a deep loathing for the clearly supernatural parts of his appearance, and the wings in particular cause a great deal of distress.

Kasander

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

Well, for the most part I just draw Kas in clothes that they have worn in the game. It’s nice to be so laid back about things from time to time, haha. Kas is my first serious character in years who is meant to mostly resemble an in-game appearance from a video game.

With that said, the pre-canon outfits I did design myself. Notably, the assassin/cultist outfit was conceptualized extremely early on (within two or three days of starting the game…) and was meant to be inspired by a kind of edgy, sexy character in 90s and early aughts pop culture who skulked around in black leather to let you know they were Dangerous. I had a kind of femme fatale vision in my mind. Although I didn’t actually reference anything specific when designing, I can easily point to Trish from Devil May Cry and Testament from the early Guilty Gear games as examples of what kind of thing I mean. I hope this makes sense. I hope this doesn't look crazy.

You see what I mean.

The boots are based directly on a real pair from the brand Demonia. I have no idea how I found this real pair and I apparently didn’t save whatever images I was working off of, so I can’t show them to you. I just reference my old art when I need to draw them now :’)

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Although Kasander tends to be awkwardly restless when trying to sit still, they actually tend to move in very precise, fluid ways. They’re someone who’s really meant to be moving- they’re built for it. They’re extremely quick and agile, and it often takes people off guard at first meeting just how fast they are when they start moving. There’s a lot of grace to them- somewhat undercut by a tendency for big, enthusiastic or dramatic gestures, but still so clear. And they revel in movement in a way that’s equally clear- always bounding ahead and then falling back when walking with someone, quick to dart up to a higher position or leap over obstacles, turning with arms thrown wide in a spin on the heel. They’re always happy to take the harder path when it means some tricky footwork. They way they move is joyful. They have a great deal of comfort in their body.

Before the Tadpole Era, their clothes tended to complement this fairly well. Their clothes fit well and were designed to accommodate their range of motion (high) and level of activity (high). Even their cloak was meant to be short enough not to get in the way, and the clasp of it could be easily released to drop it as quickly as possible (useful to shed anyone grabbing onto it or simply to be rid of something loose that could be pulled around the throat). The paladin clothing is… less well suited to them. Although the armor has been refitted to their body, the tabard remains loose, meant upon examination for someone slightly larger. It’s a little awkward, and it sometimes tangles or catches at inconvenient times. And while the armor is fairly good for their range of motion, it’s also far heavier than they’re used to- a serious adjustment. Over time they’ve become used to it and are still quite agile, but they could certainly use far more of their potential without it.

[pridetempt]

unfallen angel lucifer things

adores mankind. they're oh so precious and perfectly flawed. and that's why he loves them. the endless possibilities of each soul , each lifetime is something that fascinates lucifer. it's almost like watching the best show you ever seen. it sucks you in and you can't look away. you don't want to look away. you want to soak it up as much as possible and hold onto it forever.

if he's being perfectly honest , lucifer often prefers being among humans to being in heaven. they're much more interesting than ✨holy duties and celestial harmonies.✨ however , his twin is an exception to this. the bond he and michael share transcends everything. there is quite literally nothing else like it in all of creation.

he spends more time on earth than he should , more time than heaven would prefer. others complain of constantly having to track him down from whatever corner of the earth he's gotten off to this time. those complaints are met with lucifer's charm , joy , and love to smooth things over... until the next time he does it.

being favored by God affords him more leniency than other angels. he's aware of this ( to a degree ) and sometimes pushes his limits. never too far at once ! but bit by bit he's gained more and more wiggle room over the eons.

given his status in heaven's hierarchy , lucifer is not meant to be answering prayers. that's trivial work that others are tasked with completing. but it gives him an excuse to be on earth. so he regularly swings by the 'unanswered prayers' department to "help out". after all , it's only right that he should help wherever help is needed.

true to the 'golden angel' nickname , lucifer boasts six large wings that are brilliant white on top , shining gold on the underside. his wardrobe is primarily creamy whites, soft pinks, and glittering golds —-- though he does indulge more embellishments on his clothes and in his accessories than many other angels tend to wear.

be default , he glows —- as do all angels. lucifer's a warm , comforting , golden light. it can be as bright or dull as he wishes , but often changes intensity with his mood. the angel's built-in mood ring , of sorts.

[mtdthoughts]

Moonlight Pt. 1 (Migi & Dali Fanfiction)

At the time I'm writing this post, it's New Year's Eve, and I wanted to finish 2023 with something that I've been cooking up for a while.

Never in my life did I imagine that I would write fanfiction.

But I really do love this series, and I thought that I could help fill in some of the story that wasn't shown. In particular, this fanfiction occurs during Chapter 43 of the Migi & Dali manga or Episode 13 of the anime. It is told from Migi's perspective, and I wanted to add some context based on my interpretations of the characters and my (limited) imagination.

Be warned, I am not an expert at writing, so I can't guarantee that the reader will enjoy reading this, but I hope they do. Tumblr is probably not the best place to post this, but it'll do for now. I might post the other parts here too.

I decided to title this fanfiction "Moonlight" as a reference to the "Water Flea Song" that the twins are so familiar with.

CHAPTER 1

It was the night of Christmas Eve, and I laid in bed excited, unable to sleep. Because Santa would come tonight, or at least that's what the old couple said. I don't know if Santa's real or not, but that doesn't matter, because I'm a good boy and I’m getting a present!

"Perfect, if I continue to pretend to believe in Santa, I can get presents forever. Right, Dali?"

Dali was on the other side of the bed, but I couldn't feel him move or hear anything from him.

"You asleep?" I asked. No response.

Dali has been acting strangely lately. I know that the old couple would accept us both, but Dali says he's fine with just me being happy. That can't be true, right? To be honest, I'm not sure what Dali was thinking, but I thought that if I cheered him up, maybe he'd change his mind.

"Let's split the presents in half..." I whispered.

But was that okay? Did Dali really want to share my presents?

Oh well, no use in thinking now. Better get to sleep, or else Santa won't come tonight...

I was now sitting at the dining table, and as usual the old couple was sitting across from me with smiles on their faces, and the golden beast was pacing around, looking hungry. The table was set with lots of delicious food like jambalaya and turkey, and the air was filled with the smell of cherry pie. We talked and laughed as we usually did, but then I noticed a familiar voice. I turned to my right, and there was Dali, with his scar, sitting next to me, laughing with a joyful expression that I had not seen in a long time.

Huh?

"Dali...?"

I was now lying in bed with my pajamas on. Oh, it was just a dream.

I yawned and got up from bed, and saw that Dali was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at something. At our little Christmas tree, there were two presents that looked the same.

"Huh? Did the present split in two?"

A knock came at the door. Dali reacted, and quickly ran to the wardrobe to hide himself. Right, we still needed to be Hitori. Rather, I still needed to be Hitori...

The door opened, and it was the old couple, with the same warm smiles on their faces.

"Good morning, Hitori!" said the old woman.

"Good morning," said the old man.

Before I could greet them, I remembered that it was time to open my present. I looked back toward our little tree. Oh right, there were two presents.

"Hey, I thought that each child only gets one present. Did Santa make a mistake?" I asked.

The old couple turned to look at each other, then looked back at me with the same smiles.

"Santa doesn't make mistakes," said the old woman.

"Why don't you go ahead and open them?" said the old man.

I went ahead and tore open the presents and revealed what they were.

"Whoa, a clay pasta set!" I exclaimed. I could make so many delicious-looking creations with this! Spaghetti, cherry pie, omelets, and so much more! I turned to the next present.

"And this is, an exciting and exhilarating science set?" I said, confused. Huh? I don't think I could play with this. This looked a bit too hard for me to figure out. I returned to marvel at the pasta set.

"I see," said the old woman, "It looks like this house has a gluttonous and creative child, as well as an intelligent and sensitive child."

"It took us a while to notice the differences," said the old man.

Huh? Did they figure us out?

"We'll be waiting downstairs with seats for the both of you," the old lady said, as the old couple smiled and walked away.

I can't believe this; they finally accepted us! I was so happy that tears came out of my eyes. Dali and I could finally be ourselves now! We could finally live the lives we always wanted!

Or so I thought. I ran to the wardrobe and called for Dali's name as I tried opening the door, but Dali kept it shut.

Why? What was Dali thinking? Even though we’re twin brothers, I still couldn't understand what Dali was thinking. Dali usually knew what I was thinking, so why couldn't I do the same for him?

Still, I knew that Dali was suffering, just like the time when I ran away from him. Ever since we came home from the Ichijo house, he spent every day sitting under the dining table just eating the scraps I gave him. He told me he was fine with being my shadow because we would always be together, but for some reason I still felt his loneliness and sadness.

I wanted to help him, but I wasn't sure how. I just wanted Dali and me to be happy together...

That’s it!

"Dali... it seems like we're different after all. And maybe we'll only be getting even more different from now on, with what we like, what we dislike, and how we feel about things... But there will still be some things that'll never change, like my happiness being Dali's happiness, and Dali's happiness being my happiness!"

That's right. It didn't matter that we were different, and it's okay that I didn't understand everything in Dali’s mind. What mattered was that we understood each other’s hearts, and that we would always be together helping each other.

Please Dali, let my feelings get through to you…

"..."

It was silent for a little while before the wardrobe door started creaking. As the door slowly opened, Dali came out, facing down so that I couldn't see the face he was making. As soon as Dali stepped onto the floor, I ran to him and gave him a big hug.

"Dali!" I exclaimed as I embraced him tightly.

He returned my hug, and I felt that he was slightly shaking.

A few seconds later, we released each other, and Dali had his usual confident grin.

"Well then, let's get to breakfast, Migi. We don't want to keep them waiting, right?"

Tears continued to flow from my eyes as I gave him a wide smile and replied, "Yeah!"

[kidrat]

16, 27, 29 :D and i don't know any of your OCs yet so you can choose whoever each question is most interesting for/relevant to!

16. If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Ok Tzipporah I think similar to in canon tbh, she’s restricted more by occasion than price? I think she’s good at buying pieces that work with the rest of her wardrobe and at not buying too often. That said, she would probably buy some cool dresses and wear them around the house. Designer/red carpet type stuff even. I have this on her Pinterest as an example of the kind of thing she’d like. (In canon she wears a lot of flares, denim, berry pink, cobalt, brown, y2k, 70s and y2k does 70s)

TOBY would have a field day bc he’s a canonical clothes enjoyer/clothes snob. He likes 40s fashion and classic men’s tailoring. I do think he’d get silly tho and get one of those western suits custom made. Invest in some vintage leather. Also bespoke plain black T-shirts forever and ever yay <3 probably some really unique knitwear pieces. There’s some vintage Ralph Lauren sailor sweaters that would appeal (with the collars!)

Lou’s response to having a clothes budget would probably be to like, ask Toby what to buy. Ditto tailored stuff since he’s short and would appreciate it. I think he’d be the most likely to get some weird experimental stuff since he never got to as a teenager, even tho he’s the least concerned with fashion in canon.

27. Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Answering this as a group since they’re all similar/ this links into the group dynamic. They will forgive each other anything. Kinda part of the at war thing. ‘Oh you let me get martyred yesterday? Well, it happens, we move’. Against other people they also love vengeance, but eventually this warps into a going through the motions thing. Like, revenge is an excuse to keep having the excitement of a new mission. So the answer is whatever allows them to keep on as normal and stay busy. That said at the very start of her story, Tzipporah is a true revenge chooser. She’s the only one whose initial motivation is personal that way.

29. What recurring dreams do they have?

Ok so the thing about Lou is he *is* the evil clone/replacement for the original third member of the group. So like, my man is canonically having recurring dreams about dying tragically in a blaze of glory. From his point of view that really happened to him, he just woke up after. Honestly he probably has a lot of dreams that repeat though, going back to childhood. He has problems sleeping, sometimes sleep paralysis. Super vivid dreams and continuing nightmares and stuff would be in character.

The other two I’m not sure. I don’t think Tzipporah sleeps well, but I think she lies there awake rather than dreaming anything weird. Toby probably dreams vividly, but off the top of my head there’s nothing repetitive.