#freehand piercing

[sweetest-honeybee]

It ain’t much but I was thinking about the poultryman au again so here’s a couple lil impulse doods

[double--cross-d]

Ok, random question, WHO THE FUCK DID RAY FILLET AND BEBOP'S TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS???

[recurringwriter]

In his youth he was a battleprince, by Alma blessed: a warrior, a dancer, a bringer of fire.

[greyymoccasins]

I’ve had my tattoo for almost 2 weeks now! So excited for it to be fully healed soon. Definitely learned I will be getting more tattoos AFTER the summer so I can fully enjoy summer and not have to hide from the sun.

Had a back piece scheduled, but I’m thinking I’m going to get my elbow next instead.

(It’ll also be nice to have more pictures of my tattoo, I haven’t taken many bc of the peeling 😆)

[vinylfoxbooks]

June 24 - Improve | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 983 TW: murder, body horror, weirdly affectionate talk about dead characters, minor character death. This one's rather dark

“Are you working on another painting, love?” James asks, coming up behind their boyfriend and wrapping their arms around his waist. 

Regulus taps his paintbrush against his palette and sets it into his water cup, “Yes. She came to me in a dream.”

“She’s pretty.” James hums, leaning his chin on Regulus’ shoulder, “Gonna be hard to find.”

“You say that everytime.” Regulus rolls his eyes, turning to press a kiss to James’ temple, “But you do it wonderfully. Every single time.”

“It might take me a minute.”

“That’s alright. I need to finish this one before I can start the next. Wait until I get her eyes, they’re special.”

“Alright, I’ll check in later tonight.” James straightens out, presses a kiss to Regulus’ cheek, and walks out of his art room. 

Later, they come in with a platter of snacks and Regulus’ water bottle refilled. Setting them both on the side table that Regulus has designated for the snacks and food that James brings him while he’s working, “How close are you to done with it?” They ask, picking up a croqueta and holding it out for Regulus to eat. The boy does so, humming at the treat. 

“I just need to finish the shading.” Regulus hums, “But if you want to get a picture of it so you can start looking, be my guest.” James smiles and pulls out their phone, snapping a picture of the painting. It’s of a woman, long, curly reddish-brown hair, tan skin, and eyes a honey-filled hazel. She’s got a relaxed expression, thin lips, and her nose upturned. 

“I’ll start looking tomorrow.” They hum, watching Regulus make small strokes of his paintbrush along the girl’s hair, “I’ll try to be quick about it.”

“Thank you, honey.” Regulus hums, taking another croqueta in his freehand while leaning his head back into James’ hand where it has started running through his hair. 

It only takes a couple of days before James finds her. Aleah. She’s a vet tech in downtown London, not far from their apartment. That’s all that James needs to know about her though they do write down some extra information about the girl before they set out. 

They make quick work of her. She’s too trusting. Falling asleep without her doors locked and without a weapon by her bed, even for a nap? Weak. She doesn’t even get a chance to scream and the fact that her eyes were closed when they struck makes their life so much easier. James is quick to put their gloves on and move the girl to the bathtub so we won’t bleed out everywhere while they’re doing their work. 

While her body is starting to fully drain, they strip her sheets and throw them into the washing machine, spraying over the mattress to get rid of any possible staining. Once that’s started, they make their way back to the bathroom, pulling out their kit and getting to work.

Once again, with her eyes pre-closed, it makes the stitches easier to do after they’ve plucked her eyelids and popped her eyeballs out of their socket, severing the optic nerve with their knife. After her eyes are sewn shut, they move onto her nostrils, a bit annoying with the nose piercing that she turned out to have but they figure that Regulus might like that. After the nostrils, they move onto her mouth, making sure that the colour of her lips is hidden. 

When her pretty face is shut closed, the polyester beautifully matching her skin tone, James pulls out their polaroid camera and snaps a couple photos of her, repositioning her hair occasionally and making sure that they’ve got a couple good reference photos from different angles.

After that, they start the water in the bathtub, re-sheet her bed, and leave only once they’ve turned off the water faucet.

“Reg? I’m home.” James calls once they enter their apartment. 

Regulus greets them at the door, pressing a small kiss to their lips, “Hello, Jamie. Did you get the pictures?”

James nods and hands him the polaroids they took, “Here. Isn’t she pretty?”

“Stunning.” The younger gazes fondly down at the polaroids, “Even prettier than my painting. I can’t wait to paint her like this. You made her… beautiful.”

“I improved her beauty.” James smiles, “Now, let me clean up so I can make us dinner then you can start on the painting tonight. I have a feeling this will be your best one yet.”

“You say that every time.”

“And yet, I mean it.” They gently take Regulus’ cheek in their now-ungloved hand, “Every. Time. Now, let me clean up.”

By the time that James is showered and changed into different clothes, Regulus has already made several sketches and thumbnails using all of the pictures that James took of Aleah. They whip up some dinner for the both of them before Regulus rushes off into his art room and James goes to get some sleep. 

Only days later, Regulus calls James into the room where he’s been basically isolating himself for days, “I finished it. She’s so pretty now.” He delights, guiding James towards his easel and gesturing to the finished painting.

James’ breath catches in their chest, “Oh, love. She’s…” They look over the painting. Where her eyes are no longer brown, instead the skin sinks into where the sockets are empty and the line where her mouth would be gone, skinned over. Her hair falls around her face in the same way that it did in the first painting but… “She’s beautiful, Reg. You did so good.”

“I love her.” Reg smiles, caressing the face of his painting, “Definitely an improvement.”

“She was pretty to begin with but this…” James pulls Regulus tight to their body, pulling him in for a kiss. It’s intense, and they both kiss with fervor. Right in front of their most recent creation.

[dr-demi-bee]

Day 24--------------------Read on AO3--------------------------

Pairing: Rolan/Tav Prompt: Dude in distress A little angst a little comfort, idiots pining, poor communication, SFW

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His torch was guttering in the eerie winds of the preternaturally still curse. Something, or some things howled and cried in the distance, echoing in the strange din. Everything smelled like rot and decay, wisps of shadow weave curled and tugged at the skin.

Rolan had known on some level it was a fool’s errand to try venturing out here alone. Exceptional wizard or no. And the Harpers in Last Light had warned him as much.

He’s been following the meandering patterns of this gods forsaken wasteland - finding the stable structures and roadways that lead to the heart of the ruins of Reithwin. In theory, that hulking shadow in the distance could be Moonrise.

Just as Rolan’s making to step onto a flimsy looking walkway there’s a screech behind him. Too close. And then another. More. His torchlight sputters and Rolan’s spinning on his heel, pulling at threads of weave with his freehand.

Magic missiles knock them backwards but they don’t stop advancing. Ignis and they only fall back slightly.

He is well and truly doomed.

Rolan will die. Cal and Lia, if they aren’t already, will die with him.

“Gods damn it!”

An arrow whizzes by and pierces through the heart of one of the shadows, making it fizzle and wail. A moment later, a barrage of magic missiles obliterates another shadow. It's hard to hear over the din, but soon there's a raging inferno of a tiefling barreling past Rolan to cut down a shadow with her great axe.

And at last, a slight, hooded figure all in black, yet glowing with some unmistakable fey magic, skids to a halt directly in front of Rolan. Back turned to him, her blades are up and ready to defend.

Another shadow charges in and in a whirl of blades the small figure decimates the wraith until it vanishes into smoke. The flurry knocks her hood back, revealing a familiar face from the Grove.

Tav.

Tav who got him into this gods forsaken mess.

Tav who haunts his every free thought when he's not in danger. 

Damnit. Of all people! Now she's in danger because of his mistakes too.

“What in the hells are you doing?” Rolan shouts.

She and her companions decimate the remaining shadow-fiends. She's not alone - Karlach is here. And moments later they're joined by Gale and Astarion. All of them glowing that same effusive light - pixie magic.

Tav huffs a breath, pulling a mask down from over her mouth.

"Right this minute, I'm saving your ass," she replies, sounding a bit winded. Her brows draw low with concern. "What were you thinking, coming out here alone?"

“Gods damn it all!” Rolan growls out. His body practically vibrates with the impotent fury of his failures. “I can do nothing right - not a damn thing!”

“Please tell me you weren’t looking for Moonrise,” Tav returns, moving back to his side. Gods the look of concern on her face feels too much like pity. He hates it. When she adds another word it stings like a slap. “Alone.”

Why would you care!

“So what if I was!” Rolan bristles. “Cal and Lia could be there!”

“Even if they are, you plan on invading a fortress inhabited by a cult - ALONE!” Tav’s ire grows in tandem with his.

But what the hells does she have to be angry about? She’s not alone. She has her friends with her! All the resources she needs! No one she loves is in danger.

“Instead I found myself cornered by shadow-fiends and in need of rescue.” His face twists as he considers it. Not only has he failed miserably at making it to moonrise to save his siblings - but now she’s in danger too.

“From you of all bloody people.” In his despair it sounds almost like a whine. No doubt it sounds as pathetic to her as it feels to him.

It must, given the way her expression curdles. He’s slighted her. Again. Good. Maybe if he pushes her away she’ll stop putting herself in danger to save him.

His own scathing words from earlier sour in his mouth. You go save the world, or your own arse, or whatever it is you do. I’ll fix this. He’d been cruel to her - again - pushed her away in his grief. When she asked to help.

“What good am I if I can’t do this...this one thing?”

“Rolan...”

“I’ve failed Cal and Lia, again.”

And you, he thinks miserably. The look of pity in her eyes is enough he wants to drown himself in wine. He brushes off her concern with a forceful wave before she can say anything more to make him feel awful. Shame curdles in his stomach.

“Be on your way,” he huffs, turning his face away. “I’ll return to Last Light... I know when I’m outmatched.”

When he turns away, Tav’s hand around his wrist stops him before he can leave. It feels like those slender fingers are clenching around his heart instead. And the look on her face when he turns back to her makes his heart stutter. Normally snarky and boisterous, she’s...kind. Concerned. Caring. What the hells for?

“We’ll save them,” Tav murmurs softly. She means it. Of course she does. And maybe she’s their only hope.

But gods damn it, why does she have to be the one in danger? Again and again, no matter how weary she looks. She just grins and puts herself on the line. Idiot.

“Why does it have to be you?” It slips free in a low murmur as his eyes lift from where her hand clutches tight to his wrist back up to her face. To those impossible eyes.

And she shrugs. “Just lucky like that, I guess.”

Rolan scoffs and groans an exaggerated sound of frustration. This impossible woman. He knows it’ll be impossible to dissuade her. And secretly he can’t bear the thought of not letting her go - to have a chance at seeing his siblings again. Even as the thought of her in peril again fills him with icy dread.

“Just-” Rolan huffs, he can’t get the words free. They rail against his pride. When he finally manages it, the words are rushed and quiet. “Just come back safely.”

Tav huffs a soft laugh like she’s surprised to hear it. “What do you care?”

“You-!” Rolan’s hands clench into fists and he nearly hisses at her in his agitation, his tail whipping. “Just do it, you dolt!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll come back safe.” Now Tav giggles in earnest. “Not sure why you care.”

She lets go of his wrist and waves off his concern. Her lips quirk up in that infuriating half-smile of hers and her eyes sparkle with a warm mirth. But she doesn’t get it. He can tell. She doesn’t get a lick of why he’d care. That he does care.

And if anything, that pisses him off even more. Gods damnit!

"Zurgan-!” Rolan swears, crossing the distance between them. His stomach does a little flip when her expression changes to one of surprise. “Fine, I'll show you -"

Rolan grasps her by her shoulders and yanks her to him, crushing his lips to hers. He can’t say it in words, but maybe this wil at least show her something. And Rolan desperately needs her to understand.

So he kisses her. Kisses her until their both gasping for air.

And when they stare at one another, chests heaving, he can see it. There’s a glimmer in her eyes. She knows. Tav mirrors the concern and the anguish in Rolan’s expression as they pull away from one another.

“Get back to Last Light - stay there and stay safe,” she murmurs. “I’ll come back to you.”

@lanafofana @waterdeep-weavemoss @12thhouse-sun

@crimson-and-lavender @feedthepheasants @spooky-lil-bee

@femmefuck @heartfluttered

[gayestcowboy]

started crocheting a cunty little bra thing. freehanding the pattern. fuck if we ball. when it’s done im gonna put it on and forget to cover my nipples and it’s gonna get caught in my nipple piercings and i’ll see the face of god

[lemonmoonlavender]

continuing to repost things from other sites

today you get my ddlc menu screen redraw! the lovely cast of vat7k try not to kill each other (limited success) only the least important things were traced, i am NOT freehanding a unicorn pen or the doki doki font

line art ver.:

and now the nerd portion where i explain my design choices that you feel compelled to look at

-varian keeps his sleeves rolled up so he doesnt have to replace his jacket constantly (at the cost of risking chemical burns, yippee!!)

-yong had no such qualms and as such, has lost 3 jackets to explosives and fire before the school board gave up giving him one

-hugo doesnt care either way, but wont be caught dead in the sweater vest or tie

-speaking of ties, varian doesnt know how to wear them. no tie for him.

-nurus outfit is the least visible, but she has a little sheer yellow over-skirt, and her ribbon tie is yellow instead of red

-varian has a little friendship bracelet on his arm!! rapunzel gave it to him, its purple, yellow, black and teal, their colours!!

-varian pierced his ears in his "emo phase" to look cool (failed) and now just wears earrings for fun

-the shoe colour corresponds to the person, because i couldnt fathom putting varian in pink shoes (even if you cant see them)

-bonus: i love drawing freckles on varians arms

[watcheraurora]

@viriv I’m a lil socially awkward with new people but I wanted to send a little love and appreciation because you are amazing

And, for the record, I did not just freehand the pose. IbisPaint has poses in it for tracing and this would have taken me three hours or more just to get the pose right (and it still would have been all sorts of wrong) because I am a writer who doodles sometimes. Same with the background because I really could not be bothered. I just picked something with squares because Minecraft… yeah

Although I did color pick everything from your icon/pfp so it would look somewhat correct 😁 I did my best

And, to be extra special, a little extra compensation for me giving you brainrot in the form of a little snippet of a flashback from the untitled Ice Walls sequel:

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Tango braced his hands against the table and leaned heavily on them, closing his eyes. A headache was throbbing behind them and he felt wiped.

“Again,” Doc remarked, not looking up from the project he was working on. Some robot for automation that looked completely custom-made.

“What do you mean, ‘again’?” Tango demanded around haggard breathing. “I’ve been doing this for hours. My powers have limits, you know!” A slight sheen of frost crept away from his hands where they were on the table.

Doc finally looked up, his cybernetic red eye glowing. His face impassive. “Oh? Is that what you’re going to say when Lore has your former friends corner you? When you’re backed up against a wall after a long fight and feel like you have nothing left to give. You’re just going to tell them to give you a free pass to get away because your powers are exhausted and you can’t fight back?” Doc stood. “Do you even know what the full limits of your powers are? Have you tried to use them until nothing but a single snowflake comes from your hand? Or have you been a coward and stopped before you truly reached your limit? Have you dug deep into yourself and dredged up the full iceberg?”

“Stop it,” Tango muttered. “Rhetoricals get us nowhere.”

“These aren’t rhetorical, Tango.”

That caught his attention. Doc never called him Tango. It was always Deepfrost, even here. In the Perimeter. Where Tango had shed Deepfrost’s coat for months to get away from that life for a while.

“Have you plumbed into the depths of your powers completely?”

Tango remembered his darkness flickering out while Arctic Fox pinned him to the mat by the throat in training, almost five years ago. The ice dying off his hands. “Once,” he said. “I’d rather not do it again.”

Doc tsked. He flung his cybernetic, prosthetic arm.

The robot’s arm lashed, striking Tango across the chest and throwing him backward. He crashed into the wall and fell to the floor. “What the hell, Doc?” He picked himself back to his feet. “What was that for?”

“Again. And if you don’t want to do it on your own, maybe some outside stimulus will be enough for you to draw on what’s left of your power.”

Tango cocked one arm back and thrust it forward, sending a spray of frozen shards toward Doc.

Who lifted his cybernetic arm to block his face—an energy shield of red light springing into existence from it. He chuckled. “Not bad, as a last-ditch effort,” he remarked, his accent not quite as thick for a moment.

“I’ll show you last-ditch,” Tango spat. He held both arms out and hurled an icicle the size of a human at that energy shield.

The point shattered—but also broke the shield. The rest of the icicle barreled into Doc, sending him staggering back. Tango didn’t stop. His eyes ached as the sclera swam to black and a bubble of darkness exploded out of him with an echo of his heartbeat. Doc’s eye had thermal vision and could pierce the darkness, but Tango dropped to the ground around lab equipment and cooled himself off so that his body heat wouldn’t be seen.

Given his powers, he already ran several degrees colder than normal. His skin was always frigid to the touch. But he was still warm enough to register on a thermal view. He was still human. Just… a human with ice powers.

[dominimoonbeam]

The Truth in Your Skin - 12

The tattoo au continues!!! To read from the beginning check it out on ao3. <3

Darlin/David, Milo/Sweetheart, Asher/Huxley

tags: angst, past violence, scars, trauma, hurt/comfort, we're working through things, found family

Put your angst seatbelts on! Milo's seeing that tattoo for the first time.

The Truth in Your Skin - 12

Milo came in early for an appointment he’d made with a client that absolutely couldn’t come in any other time of day. He still doubted that, but it was hard to negotiate with moms on a schedule and this one was determined. So he not only managed to wake up early but pry himself from Sweetheart and head in on his own. He’d definitely gotten used to carpooling with Sweetheart because driving alone felt unbearably dull.

He was surprised to see the lights on, expecting to be the first, but sometimes David took early appointments. Milo hesitated for only a second. He’d put this one on the schedule so David would have known he was coming in. It wouldn’t be a surprise. He unlocked the back door and walked into the low hum of music and the familiar buzz of the tattoo needle. “Good morning,” he called, hanging up his jacket and eyeing the coffee pot. Oh, he was coming back for some of that. First, he’d prep his station. Then he could stand around and drink coffee, talking to David and his client while he waited for his own to show.

If that soccer mom didn’t show up, Milo was going to blow a fuse!

“Good morning,” David and Darlin called back.

Milo smiled to himself. Had Darlin come in just to keep David company or did they have an early client too? He hadn’t seen them since the club after the game the other night. He wondered if they were still dancing around their feelings for each other or not.

“We’re all here and there are no donuts? This is crime,” Milo complained, stifling a yawn on his way into the main room.

“There’s coffee,” Darlin said.

Milo blinked. Darlin was stretched out on David’s bench, shirt hiked up and the big guy bent over their hip and working on their side. Milo grinned. When the fuck had this happened? Had they skipped hooking up and just gone straight to giving each other tattoos? Or maybe this was a prelude? Were they flirting in ink?

“No coffee will ever have enough sugar to rival a donut in my heart,” Milo argued, coming over to get a look at the tattoo.

It was big, a portion of it and the outline clearly done at an earlier date. David had a steady hand and a good eye. Milo had a piece of his on his shoulder that he’d done freehand. This wasn’t freehand. It was clearly planned, designed to meld with the other pieces on their body even if it was definitely David’s work. In fact, it looked a lot like the flower he had on his arm…

Milo’s stomach dropped when he took in those lines that couldn’t be David’s. Sloppy, brutal, ink carved into their skin. Part of that first word was already gone, devoured by the new design, but the rest and the scars were still there under the delicate outline of the plan. -AYS MINE

That MINE made him feel sick. Made his jaw tight and his knees want to bend.

How had that happened? How had they sat still for it? As soon as he thought it, he knew they hadn’t. They couldn’t have.

Someone rattled the front door. It was still locked. His client.

His gaze snapped up to find Darlin staring back at him, something unreadable about their expression.

Guilt twisted his heart. He hadn’t reacted correctly. He hadn’t—

The door rattled angrily. “Fuck,” Milo turned. “Sorry.” He went to the front room and unlocked the door. The soccer mom was pissed. Milo was a jumble of emotions himself, but they managed to get through niceties. When he led them through the parlor and toward his station at the back, David was cleaning up and Darlin was gone.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

He got through the piercings and so did his client.

When he walked his client out, David was gone but Darlin was at their station. It was still early. He locked the door and stood in the dark lobby for a few more minutes, staring out at the snow and trying to collect himself. Trying to think of how to fix what he’d damaged.

“I’m sorry,” Darlin said.

Milo spun around to stare at them. They leaned against the archway between rooms, not quite looking at him but not looking away. It was almost a talent how they could do that.

“I should have warned you or—”

“What? No! No. Fuck.” David did cover up work all the time. Milo did not need to be warned ahead of time or told anything and they definitely didn’t owe him any of that information. But this was different than just anyone. This was his friend and the idea that someone had…

Darlin nodded, still not quite looking at him, but not seeming to know what else to say. They started to back out of the room.

Milo jerked a step forward. “It’s…” he started and stopped.

Darlin stopped too, both of them caught there together but Milo wasn’t sure they understood each other.

“You’re my friend. The idea that someone…”

Darlin’s gaze flicked up to his, dark and surprised. Why were they surprised?

“I don’t want you to feel like you need to hide it or work on that tattoo when I’m not around. I was just surprised…and angry.” Shame twisted his heart when he confessed to his own anger. Anger had always felt dirty to Milo, like something flirting with being a person he couldn’t be—like something inherited from a dad that used fists instead of words. He wasn’t that guy. He’d never be that guy. But damn did it scare him.

Darlin nodded. “Me too,” they said with the smallest smirk.

He wondered if they meant the first time they’d seen it. God, what had that been like? Was it the same night, the same guy, that had pulled that lip piercing out and left a scar? Quinn. He’d wanted to forget the name after those clients of his had recognized Darlin months ago and shown him pictures of them after the assault. Quinn.

Darlin took a step back, into the parlor, this time the movement seeming to invite him along. “David went to get donuts.”

Milo followed them, relieved by the offer of normalcy. “I’m sorry if I reacted badly,” he added, before they could completely sweep this under the rug and he could fail to apologize properly. They should hear it.

Darlin jerked a little, surprised, and Milo knew he’d been right to say it.

“The cover up David’s doing looks incredible.”

Darlin smiled. “Yeah.”

-

They were relieved that they hadn’t just triggered the shit out of Milo by not warning him about the tattoo. Or, if they had, at least they’d made peace.

He followed them to the back room to get coffee and wait for that promised sugar blast.

“Can I ask something?” his voice was low. It was barely a whisper.

Darlin braced themself but nodded. They knew they could have said no and he would have dropped it, and they knew they would have a month ago, but it didn’t feel as raw anymore. “I might not answer,” they said instead, sipping their coffee.

Milo nodded. He looked so tense. He didn’t have any scars they could see but Darlin was starting to get the feeling that he understood something about what it was to have them. “Was it…the same guy as your lip?”

Darlin had held their breath, for a second terrified he might say his name. Like Quinn was the fucking boogeyman to be summoned with a whisper. He wasn’t. He was just a guy. Darlin tongued the thick scar tissue in their lip. “Yeah.”

Milo wasn’t looking at them, staring instead at the coffee in his cup. “Same night?”

Darlin watched him. It was easier because he wasn’t trying to look at them, wasn’t reading their reactions or taking in their discomfort. “Yeah.”

Milo cringed, eyes closing. “That night those clients recognized you… I should have thrown them out but I didn’t know. They talked about…him. And they had a picture.”

“Of him?” the words jumped from Darlin’s throat, a strange mix of surrealism and panic at the thought of his face, not as it had been the last time they saw him, but as it would have been in a picture. Quinn was beautiful and charming.

Milo opened his eyes and shook his head.

Oh. “Oh.” That picture. Oh yeah, they’d seen that one floating around after. Everyone they’d known had seen it, had a copy of it on their phones to analyze and debate and gawk at. “Did anyone else see it?” they asked without thinking. Did it matter now? Yes, of course it did. It had been the worst night of their life followed by the worst year of their life and it was all right there, raw and awful in that photo. Of course, they didn’t want anyone in their life now to see it, to know what it had looked like or how broken they had been.

Milo shook his head. “No. And I didn’t mean to see it. I swear. I didn’t know if I should tell you or not. I don’t want to make anything worse.”

Darlin studied him. He still had his head down, fingers barely touching his coffee on the counter. Something about the way he looked, reminded of how they felt sometimes, when they could hear the echo of their head smacking the floor. What echo was he hearing?

“He was charming,” Darlin said, voice hollow but not shaking.

Milo’s gaze snapped up to theirs, like for a second he wasn’t sure who they were talking about. His ghost or theirs, maybe?

“It’s hard for people who know him, or even met him, to believe it happened. I think if it hadn’t been so bad… I probably wouldn’t have believed it happened either.” They’d never said any of it out loud. “He was always a bit of an asshole but he’d never been… not until that night. He’d been rough and pushy, and we argued a lot, like big arguments too, but he’d never swung at me so I just…didn’t see it coming.”

Milo stared at them, his eyes shining with tears. It felt like those were their tears in his eyes, like they didn’t have to choke up on the words because he was. Milo’s jaw ticked, angry for them too. “It’s not your fault.”

Darlin shrugged a little. They’d underestimated Quinn, or overestimated him, depending on how they looked at it. They hadn’t seen it coming.

“Darlin,” Milo said, voice hard.

They looked at him.

He looked so certain when he said it again, “It wasn’t your fault.”

Darlin exhaled hard and nodded this time. Some days it was easier to believe than others, but there were more of those in the last few months than there had been in years.

“Can I hug?”

Darlin laughed. “Why are you all so huggy?” they complained but turned away from the counter and opened their arms.

Milo smiled and wrapped them in a hug. “It was Asher. He started it.”

Darlin sighed, always surprised how nice it felt to be hugged. “Asher said it was you.”

The back door opened with a gust of wind and snowflakes, letting David in with a pink box.

Milo didn’t let go of Darlin but pivoted so that they could both look at David.

David raised an eyebrow, the door clapping shut behind him. “Am I interrupting?”

“No,” Milo said, smirking now. “You can join if you want.”

David snorted and put the box on the nearest counter before shrugging out of his jacket and shaking the snow from his hair.

[pilot-posting]

🔞Asynchrosis, Pt.6

I remember the first time I saw her on the battlefield, her mech was something so gorgeous I could barely comprehend it. Every angle was rounded off, it's limbs were skinny and they seemed to ignore the limitations of physics they were beholden too, moving with a weightless flourish. When your synapse link tried to stare too long your mind would fog up and you could hardly even imagine her. Her gorgeous gleaming armor, towering over buildings and trees, yet still not the tallest or biggest among the titanic warriors of the dissenters.

No, she was something different, an instrument of exactness, personified ides of perfection. Woe to the warry Galligos pilot who's mind wanders to the gleaming serene sight of her. She is known as The Citadel of the Republic. A title afforded her by the cause she fought for, the Dissenters. Separatists from the dominion of Earth, and the mines of Pochimen.

I couldn't believe my eyes as they lusted after just a recording of her, keeling over a counter at a simchoppers shop to have the privilege of viewing her disemboweling the utterly unprepared pilots I was meant to call my allies -- family. I was drooling, mouth agape staring at the dancing images of a holo-display behind the register.

"I think I know which sim she wants," I heard Merricks voice pierce my focus and I turned almost instinctively to glare, but all I could do was blush and close my mouth.

"Do you now?" Fae said with the slightest trace of a chuckle, "What gave it away?" I turned back to the holo, watching her tear through a pair of Class-D mechs, their external plating meant nothing against her, she found the joints in their armor with ease, and I watched as they fell apart in heaps on the ground.

"Alright... Let's see how badly this is gonna' hurt my creds." The holo ended as Fae walked up to negotiate with the chopper, I climbed down out of the tacky bar stools he had at the counter, and walked over to the group of other Class-X pilots. They were all splayed out over a circle of comfy looking wickerchairs and a wide couch with a low sitting coffee table in the middle, I climbed over Julies leg and into the cough, resting my head on Neverras stomach, she pet me as I nuzzled into her thigh and stared helplessly at her bulge in her pants. As she pet me I noticed her shoving my head closer and closer to it, until my nose was pressed against her bulge fully, outlining her size... I could smell her through the pants.

She whispered to me under her breath as she pet me, "Good girl Emmy~" my mind was already blanked as she slowly pressed her girldick bulge against my face with her freehand, so much so that I could feel her veins through the soft pajama like pants. I started rubbing up against the couch, my own pathetic little girlcock leaking precum into my bodysuit as I was mindblanked by her.

"Alright, I got it for you." Fae budged in while sitting down on one of the wicker chairs, "But he said the halo ports here won't do it any justice. This is a high quality sim." Neverra nodded along as if answering for me. "It'll wait till we get back to the Androu." I whined, not out of any conscious mental process, just out of instinct.

Neverra pet me more, and I vaguely understood "There there, it's ok honey~" before I watched her pull her pants down for me, just enough to let her girldick bounce out, slapping me square in the face. The chopper rolled his eyes and waved as he walked into the back of the store, I didn't even notice. I was drooling again.

"Something to suck on?" I heard the word suck and I started licking at it, I ran my tongue up her veins, each one felt amazing against my needy lips... eventually I reached the top and let her tip slip into my lips, I suckled on it for a moment, just absorbing the noises she made before pushing my head down on her, adjusting my whole body then to take her as comfy as I could, I still felt her tip have to force itself past the back of my mouth and into my throat. She groaned for me~ I was pleasing her.

"That's a good girl~ Mffffhg~" I heard a lustful shake in her voice, I loved it, it made me need her. I couldn't help but move my head quicker, I wanted her to make more noises. My throat started making noises as I repeatedly forced her past the back of my mouth and into my neck. Her groans rumbled through her body.

I felt hands grip my ass, then a signature smack to the right cheek, it was Fae. She then yanked my shorts down before I felt her own girldick, dwarfing Neverra in comparison, sandwich on my ass through the bodysuit. Neverra started thrusting up into my mouth as she grew more and more aroused, I felt a hand migrate to the back of my head, and I even heard Julie moan, she must have been rubbing herself.

"Ah fuck it~" I heard Fae moments before the sound of tearing at the back of my bodysuit, then the feeling of her warm tip pressing against me, budging aggressively before penetrating. I yelped and whimpered as she quickly buried herself into me. Her grip returned to my hips and the rhythmic plapping began as she methodically plowed me~ Her grunts filled my brain. Her girldick was hard as rock as it slid in and out of me, whenever it left for just moments I felt unwhole before it rammed back in and refilled me~

Fae then heaved me up off the couch and ripped my mouth from Neverras dick before flipping me over and dropping me on the coffee table. laying me belly up looking at the ceiling before repenetrating me with my legs wrapped around her. Neverra refilled my mouth quickly, facefucking me aggressively into the tables surface. Fae fucked around with my dicks collection port until she could get my pathetic little thing out through it. I could only watch out of my periphery as Julie scrambled over to put her mouth on it, taking the whole thing easily. I felt it harden in her throat.

When I saw Fae pull a stim off her technical belt, and prick it into the nearest port on my leg, I almost came into Julies mouth immediately but she pulled off. My eyes were almost fully shut from the pleasure and stimulus but I felt her climb up over me, sticking me through her collection port and into her pussy, I felt her bounce up and down on me, facing away from me. She was kissing Fae as she rode me. I convulsed but they held me down, until finally~ Release. I came pathetically into Julie, causing a chain reaction of noises and cumshots over and into my body~ I laid limp on the table, before slowly passing out. The adrenaline had served it's purpose.

[ofeileen]

hi hi ! i'm m (she/her) and i'm super excited to introduce you to eileen roh! she's a new muse but im looking forward to writing with u all and developing her further :') i've got the sparknotes summary of her under the read more but hit the like or msg me if you'd like to plot! i have discord if you prefer plotting there as well

₊˙ ◌ ⁎˚ ﹒﹙kim doyeon. cis female. she/her.﹚guess who was almost late for their shift at barracuda inc again?? that’s right, it was eileen roh! it’s a wonder their job as a tattoo artist isn’t in jeopardy. the 24 year old has been working at sunset galleria for one year, and is well known for their carefree nature. on bad days, they can be rather volatile, though. when the mall is dead at night, they can usually be found playing drunk mini golf with friends at glogolf, but don’t tell their boss!

STATS / WANTED PLOTS / TATTOO WORK REF

EARLY LIFE

born and raised in new york city! feb 8th, 1999 (aquarius sun, scropio moon and capricorn rising)

her childhood was pretty fun for the most part except for her mom's strict parenting style. she was the kind to always nitpick how eileen acted and scolded her for getting hurt instead of comforting her

her parents dreams of raising a family in america were soon crushed when they started arguing and falling out of love. they decided to separate with her dad leaving and filed for divorce when eileen was 12

eileen is fond of her dad but def felt a bit betrayed by him. her mom turned very bitter at her own life and not long after moved them back to her hometown in daegu when eileen was 14

MOVING TO DAEGU & FAMILY (mentions of death tw, verbal abuse tw)

ofc eileen was not happy to be leaving her life in new york and it didn't help that her maternal grandparents were even more conservative than her mom was. they often misunderstood each other and not just cus of the language barrier

adjusting to her life in korea was difficult and she bore resentment towards her mom. she started smoking in highschool and was generally a rebellious kid (which ofc led to more fights w her family)

she played soccer to vent out her frustration but it wasn't until her family agreed to let her do a summer program back in new york that she rly fell into visual art. she was enthralled by the medium and decided that it was something she was going to do

u guessed it, her mom and grandparents were against it and eileen acted out by getting her first tattoo & more piercings. she rly wanted to do uni in the states but just couldn't afford it so she applied to a fine arts program at busan arts college

at this point her relationship w family was very rocky but she started not giving a shit abt what hurtful words they threw at her. however, art school was stressful and it was after her second year of college that she found a love for tattoo artistry. this led her to dropping out and pursuing an apprenticeship at a small shop

dropping out was truly the icing on the cake for her family and at the same time, her grandfather had passed after dealing with some health issues. her life a mess, she started isolating herself from friends. the only solace she found was with her partner at the time that stood with her through the thick of it

CAREER

at first her apprenticeship was going great but soon it became a bit of a disagreement on rates & schedule and she found the studio to be disorganized

after learning about barracuda through someone that she regarded as a mentor, she got the job there and has been working at sunset galleria for a year! they let her do her own thing and the pay is good so she's pretty happy about it

eileen’s art style mainly consists of abstract fine line work, high contrast tattoos, cyber sigilism, and mild horror inspired work. she doesn’t repeat any flashes so each piece is one of a kind and loves doing freehand stuff as well!

she has dreams of travelling and being a guest tattoo artist around the world and opening up her own studio one day but that's a future goal - she's got student debt to pay!

PERSONALILTY

she's pretty easygoing but def the type to rely on friends to set up plans (she most always says yes but lacks the effort to initiate plans/bad at keeping up with friends)

silently affectionate like she'd get you a cake bc it's your fav flavor but you would only find out she's allergic to the green food coloring in it after you're halfway thru eating. def an acts of service gal

pretty opinionated esp when it comes to her family or when someone's very traditional. she's open-minded but will make her opinion heard (def talks back to elders if they're being rude lol)

despite their complicated relationship, she can't bring herself to hate her mom or fully close her off. at times she pities her. after all, having her grandparents as parents? she kinda gets why she is the way she is. her relationship with her dad is distant but she wishes it was better (last she heard he's in a steady new relationship)

bisexual + demiromantic (meaning she rly has to feel a strong connection with someone before developing any romantic feelings)

always listening to music, and always sketching new tattoo flashes. has picked up pottery as a hobby as of late! loves going out drinking with friends. her stats page has some more tidbits about her!

PLOTS

i have some wanted connections up on her page but also love love brainstorming together and doing interconnecting plots (so if ur muse has any imp relationships lmk cus i love hearing about them and interweaving them into their dynamics!) ok im super excited to read abt ur muses & write with you all thank you for reading all this!!!

[torvus-bong]

auntie eyebrow propaganda 🤙

its a little swollen & irritated still but generally happy with how it turned out! I did it freehand (without a piercing clamp) ✨️

[allcrush]

give tatt tour rn :) pls

ok so this one is latest one its pierce the veil lyrics and freehand by @/6to333

this is alucard was my 2nd tattoo by @/op_tatu

also have just normal blacked out cross on side of my ribs but cant find pic + the one thas on my page already ^__^

[pandakong]

Tagged by @maxwellshimbo, thanks :)

Share your wallpaper: Thank you NSS I owe you my life. Link added as well.

Last song you listened to: luna by Hayley Kiyoko is literally playing right now.

Currently reading: Oh no... I am reading things so slowly. I will tell you I need to read the trade paper back of Mister Miracle before a convention comes out. I really liked Tom King's The Vision so it's been on my shelf, oops.

Last movie you watched: School of Rock for fun, lol, just on in the background

Craving: Water... I'm boring. I was feeling like some snack or food earlier but it's a mystery

What are you wearing right now: Lol, I haven't gotten ready for going out so it's just an old shirt from a fundraising event and idk soft cotton shorts.

How tall are you: 5'2"... and my exact height is uhhhh about 1.587499999998984 meters

Piercings: Heh.

Tattoos: I miss my inkbox freehand that expired...

Glasses? Contacts? I have had both, I'm mostly too cheap and lazy to do contact recently (only for cosplay or weddings when I remember)

Last drink: Water

Last thing I ate: A red shredded beef tamale, it was fine. Wait, chips...

Last show: Queer Eye, lol, new season just dropped.

Favorite color: greenish blues

Current obsession: It's a secret ;)

Unrelated obsession: Uhhh. Oh, collecting dice I never use.

Any pets: Roxy, she's on here sometimes

Do you have a crush on anyone: Uh, not really

Favorite fictional characters: multiple, huh? Hmmmm. Korra, Link, Alex (Oxenfree, so many from oxenfree as well), Nimona for sure!

The last place you travelled to: California

The end!

I don't tag ppl, but tell me about ur life if you want.

[fuckdeadarch]

[  BLINDFOLD  ]  - for lulu, from marlene or simon hehe :)

SEXUAL SITUATION MEME. ! / accepting

[  BLINDFOLD  ]  *  our muses have sex while one is blindfolded.*

        Simon was such a sweet man. Sometimes Lulu worried too precious even to entertain the likes of her. In some way or form, she felt like she was corrupting the vampire. Though she couldn’t deny – that was half the thrill. Past her sunshine exterior – she did have the pension to be terribly naughty. “Such a good boy…” Lulu purred – as she tied a black silk blindfold to cover his eyes. She made sure to pull it tight, as not to allow for any sneak peeks.

         “Now, like stay there…” Lulu spoke in hushed tones as she got up. Big blue eyes on her handy work – as she slipped out of her nightgown and let it fall to the floor. Which left the tattooed and pierced body completely nude. Carefully she climbed on top of him and straddled him. Practiced fingers undid his belt and pants. “And good boys deserve to be rewarded.” She pulled down his pants as far as she could.

        Lulu lifted herself, wrapping her slender digits around his cock. Freehand spread her pussy lips open as she aimed him for her entrance. “Now – no peeking, or I’ll stop. Ah~” She let out a soft moan as she descended upon him. Her eyes rolled slightly as she felt him stretch her out. “Mmhmm..” When she finally was filled up by him, she began to rotate her hips as she went up and down. A thumb brushed against his lip, “You are like-Ah~! so totally beautiful-Oh!” Moans began to leave her lips more steadily as she rode him. / @forwardlion