#got the mirror off etsy

[nkjemisin]

[jezebelblues]

so not cool | h.s

summary: in which spiderman is obviously much cooler than dad

cw: dadrry. overuse of the word spider-man. u could play a drinking game by how much its mentioned prolly

word count: approx 1.7k

| the result of being up for 20h, writers block n being bored out of my mind !! idk what this is but…it’s..definitely an addition to the dadrry universe .. for sure (prob will delete 🔥)

not necessary but here’s the first dadrry post if ur into that

masterlist

July 2021

The sound of the credits rolling filled the living room as Harry leaned back against the couch, a sleepy grin tugging at his lips. Atlas, now three years old and still wide-eyed with excitement, sat curled up against his father’s side, his tiny fingers clutching the corner of a fleece one direction blanket that Harry had bought off Etsy, something he found to be absolutely hilarious. They had just finished watching the original Spider-Man movie, the one with Tobey Maguire, and Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at the awe that was practically radiating off his son.

“Dad,” Atlas breathed, his voice filled with wonder as he looked up at Harry with those big, round eyes that mirrored his mother’s. “Pider-man s’cool.”

They were working on his pronunciation of R’s and S’s. Not too much progress yet.

Harry bit back a laugh, ruffling his son’s messy curls as he glanced down at him. “Yeah, he’s pretty cool, isn’t he?”

Atlas nodded vigorously, his little legs kicking against the couch as his excitement bubbled over. “He climbs n’ has webs n’ fights ba’guys!”

Harry grinned, watching the way Atlas’s face lit up as he recounted all of the abilities with the fervor only a toddler could muster. His little hands gestured wildly as if he were mimicking shooting webs out of his wrists.

“Best superhero in’a whole world!” Atlas declared, sitting up straighter as if this revelation were the most important one he’d ever made.

Harry chuckled, reaching over to grab the remote and lower the volume on the TV. “Better than Batman?”

“Super much better.” Atlas exclaimed, his voice incredulous, as if he couldn’t believe Harry would even ask such a thing.

“Better than Iron Man?” Harry tried again, his tone teasing as he listed off another iconic hero.

His boy paused for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration as he thought it over. His little hand lifted to his chin in the same way Harry often did when he was deep in thought, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it. After a moment, Atlas shook his head decisively. “M’yeah. Way cooler.”

Harry leaned back against the couch, folding his arms as he played along. “So, that’s it? Peter Parker’s just the best?”

“Yeah!” Atlas said excitedly, jumping off the couch and running around the living room, pretending to shoot webs from his wrists. “He’s fast ‘nd he can climb buildings like this!” He hopped up on the couch and began to scale the back of it with his small, wobbly legs, pretending he was on the side of a skyscraper.

Harry leaned forward, his hands hovering near Atlas to catch him in case he lost his balance. “Easy there, spidey,” he chuckled. “No need to break the couch, bub.”

Atlas giggled as he perched himself on the top of the couch, still caught up in his make-believe world. He turned to Harry, his eyes bright with excitement. “Daddy?” He paused, watching his father’s gaze resettle upon him. “y’think spideys stronger than you?”

Harry raised an eyebrow, smirking as he leaned back against the couch again. “Stronger than me, huh? That’s a tough one. I mean, I’ve got some pretty strong muscles too, you know.” He tried to persuade his son, flexing his bicep in front of him.

Atlas tilted his head, considering this for a moment before a mischievous grin spread across his face. “M’no cause he can do this!” He flung his wrist out, making a thwip! noise as he pretended to shoot webs across the room.

Harry’s grin widened as he watched his son in full superhero mode. “Alright, alright, you’ve got me there. I don’t have webs.”

“Duh!” The boy exclaimed again, leaping off the couch and landing with a soft thud on the carpet. He scrambled back up and raced over to Harry, his little hands grabbing at his dad’s arms as he looked up at him with pure adoration. “But y’cool too, dad.”

Harry laughed, his heart swelling at the sight of his son’s wide grin. “Oh, just cool am I? Not the coolest?”

Atlas giggled, shaking his head, jumping in place with his palms against his dad’s knees. “Nope, he–he still more better.”

YN had been listening from the kitchen as she prepared dinner, the scent of garlic and herbs filling the air. She leaned against the counter, smiling to herself as she heard the playful back-and-forth between her husband and their son. Harry always had such a way of connecting with Atlas—whether it was through silly games, bedtime stories, or, in this case, debates over superheroes.

She wiped her hands on a dish towel and wandered into the living room, catching sight of Atlas now climbing into Harry’s lap. “What’s all this about Spider-Man?” she asked, crossing her arms with a mock-stern expression.

The curly haired boy whipped his head around, his face lighting up when he saw his mom. “Mama! We watched’ed pider-man!”

YN raised her eyebrows, glancing at Harry, who shrugged with an amused smile. “I see,” she said, nodding seriously. “And where does daddy rank on the superhero scale?”

Without missing a beat, Atlas giggled and pointed at Harry. “M’he not a superhero—he’s just daddy!”

Harry feigned offense, gasping dramatically as he clutched his chest. “Just dad? C’mon, mate, I’m way cooler than that.”

Atlas giggled even harder, clearly enjoying the game. “Y’climb on buildings?”

Harry chuckled, wrapping his arms around Atlas and pulling him into a gentle bear hug. “Okay, I can’t climb buildings, but I bet Spider-Man can’t make pancakes as good as me.”

The boy paused, clearly torn by this new piece of information. He loved his dad’s pancakes, after all. But after a moment, he shook his head, his resolve firm. “Pider-man don’t eat pancakes.”

YN laughed as she sat down on the couch beside them, placing her hand on Harry’s knee. “He’s got you there, babe. You might have to accept second place.”

He sighed in mock defeat, his dimples deepening as he looked down at his boy, who was grinning from ear to ear. “Alright, fine. he can be the coolest for now. But when you get hungry in the morning, don’t come crying to me for pancakes.”

“He make them for me!” Atlas shot back with a laugh, clearly enjoying teasing his dad.

He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of Atlas’s curly head. “You think Parker knows how to make chocolate chip pancakes like I do? I doubt it.”

YN watched them with a soft smile, her heart swelling with affection. She loved these moments—the way Harry could be completely goofy and playful with their son, never taking himself too seriously, and the way Atlas adored his dad with a fierceness that made her heart melt. It was a kind of magic, watching the two of them together.

She ran a finger through Harry’s curls, pressing a kiss into the locks as she breathed him in. “I’m plating dinner.” She mumbled as she ambled back into the kitchen.

Harry grunted as he stood up, pulling his son up in his arms along with him. “To the table, web-slinger.” He told Atlas, swinging him in his arms with small little swooshing sounds.

Their boy giggled as Harry swooped him through the air like an airplane, his little arms stretched out as if he were flying. They made their way to the kitchen, where YN was setting plates of steaming food on the table.

"Hungry?” YN teased as Harry plopped Atlas into his booster seat.

He nodded enthusiastically. "I want 'tatoes!"

Harry chuckled, grabbing a spoon to serve Atlas a helping of mashed potatoes. "Here you go, bubba. But no webs at the dinner table, okay?"

He giggled, pretending to shoot webs one more time before focusing on his plate. Harry and YN exchanged a fond smile, and for a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of dinner-plates clinking, forks scraping, and the occasional happy hum from Atlas as he devoured his meal.

After dinner, they settled into their nighttime routine-baths, pajamas, and a bedtime story.

Atlas, freshly bathed and smelling of lavender, jumped snuggled into his bed. It was navy blue with cartoonish planets littered about, but his favorite thing would have to be his rainbow zebra-print 1D blanket tucked around him. Harry sat on the edge of the bed, the familiar worn copy of Goodnight Moon in his hands.

"Goodnight room, goodnight moon," He read softly, his voice soothing. Atlas's eyelids grew heavy as he clutched his favorite stuffed animal, a plush giraffe.

YN stood in the doorway, watching her two boys with a soft smile. She loved these quiet moments, the way Harry's voice softened as he read to Atlas, the way their son's small body relaxed into sleep. "Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere."

As he closed the book, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Atlas's forehead. "Goodnight, spidey."

Atlas's lips curled into a sleepy smile, his voice a soft mumble as he drifted off. "G’night, daddy."

With that, Harry quietly stood and tiptoed out of the room, YN slipping her hand into his as they left their little guy to dream of webs and skyscrapers.

The door closed behind them with a soft click before he scooped his wife over his shoulder quietly, trudging toward their bedroom and throwing her onto the bed through her soft protests.

YN laughed as she landed on the bed, playfully swatting at Harry as he crawled over her. "You're ridiculous," she whispered, though her smile said she didn't mind one bit.

Her husband grinned, his eyes twinkling in the dim light of their bedroom. "Well, if I'm not the coolest in the house, l've got to show off my other skills, don't I?"

She rolled her eyes, pulling him down for a kiss. "You're still my favorite," she murmured against his lips.

He smiled into the kiss, his hands resting on her hips as he whispered back, "Good, because I'm not giving up that spot anytime soon."

The house grew quiet, the hum of the evening settling in around them as they lay together.

Outside, the stars were beginning to twinkle in the night sky, and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze was the only sound breaking the silence. Harry reached over to switch off the bedside lamp, wrapping his arms around YN as they snuggled into each other.

It was in those days that Harry realized—he didn't need to be the coolest superhero. Being Atlas's dad, YN's husband, and the maker of the best chocolate chip pancakes in the world was more than enough. It was everything.

[sulumuns-dootah]

Hello again! Hope you are having a wonderful day!

If it isn’t much trouble, I would love to request something! Could you please do the Kings + Pyong, Paimon, and Bimet with an MC who is a skilled anime style artist and makes their own characters? Including hentai lmao

I hope this isn’t too much! Idk if I have already sent a request that you haven’t answered yet so if I have you can ignore this one lol

I wish you a Happy Halloween! 🧡🖤🎃

WHB kings (+ Ppyong, Paimon & Bimet) w/ Anime/Manga artist

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: Hi! Hope you enjoyed your Halloween too and got a lot of tricks and/or treats! ^^

Characters: Satan, Paimon, Ppyong, Mammon, Bimet, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Lucifer

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Satan for some reason loves posing for you as a reference (even for the NSFW works)

Maybe because you get to appreciate every muscle on his body?

Definitelly would ask you to draw him in your style

I've seen bikers have photos of their s/o stuck to their bike mirrors so I think Satan would stick your drawing of the two of you there

Now, when it comes to your hentai stuff... Are you sure that position between those two characters would work?

There's only one way to find out!

And let's be honest... After Satan tries a certain position out with you, drawing is the last thing on your mind by then

    ༺☆༻

Paimon is your fan no.1!

If you're okay with monetising your art, they'll happily handle your Etsy store with stickers, prints and pins

But if you don't want to, they're fine with that too

They're just happy they have such a talented s/o!

Similarly to Satan, they'll love to pose for your art

Paimon also loves to help you out with color palettes

They do tend to steer you towards pastels, but if that's not your style, they'll try to keep within your color schemes

    ༺☆༻

*gasp* Draw him!

Now draw him in his human from!

And now his human form hanging out with Minhyeok!

Ppyong loves seeing your creations come to life and even offer insight

Oop, Ppyong is off to human world to get some human energy! Could you draw something for Minhyeok?

Don't worry, Ppyong will make sure to save some chocolate for you for your hard work ^^

Oh, but you might wanna hide your NSFW art a secret

Especially if you sometimes draw other demons without their knowledge

Or they'll know very soon since Ppyong can't keep a secret for the life of him

    ༺☆༻

Oh, you're an artist?

Okay, here's a set of some of the most expensive art supplies you might need

Also, here are the keys to your new gallery

If you don't want your art display, that's okay too...

You can just turn the space into your studio

Mammon is happy to have such a talent around him

He's secretly hoping you'll draw him too, but doesn't want to outright ask because he understands you can't force art

Seriously though, if you need anything, he'll do his research and get you the best stuff out there

    ༺☆༻

If you don't make money from your art, then Bimet will make you to

Open commissions, sell merch, auction your stuff off...

Only a idiot wouldn't be selling their art when it's this good

Congratulations, you've got yourself an agent

No discussions!

And go to bed early tonight! You have a showcase tomorrow and it needs to be installed as early as possible!

Also, take a week off for the next Tartaros Con! You'll be having a booth there!

You might be complaining now, but once the money starts rolling in, you'll have Bimet all putty in your hands

At some point, even Mammon might get jealous of how much attention you're getting from Bimet

    ༺☆༻

Just like with anything else, Leviathan will pretend to not be bothered

But on the inside, he's kinda jealous

How dare you have a talent he doesn't?

A great way to make him warm up to you in that regard would be "accidentally" forgeting a study of him somewhere where he finds it

From that point on, he'll be more okay with you and sometimes would even ask to see your creations

Just maybe, ask for permission the next time you want to draw him

What if you accidentally draw him on a day when his outfit isn't as nice or hair doesn't stay as it should?

Asking him also has the added bonus of being able to draw him naked :)

    ༺☆༻

Wait, that means you can draw anything, right?

Okay, how about you draw Bael in a funny outfit?

Hm... How about Princess Leviathan in a tall tower and the brave knight Beel coming to save her?

I know you expected Beel asking you to draw something NSFW, but nope

This man is an endless shitpost generator and there's so much stuff he can come up with before he even gets to anything remotely dirty

R.I.P. to you if those drawings get leaked though

Now you've got some angry kings and nobles banging at your door and that lovable bastard is gone as always

    ༺☆༻

Yes, Asmo loves your NSFW artwork

Still, I can also imagine him also appreciating your SFW works

And it's not even in the 'haha you're so funny, let's fuck' kind of way

I'd kinda like to believe that showing him your art would flip on the 'best dad' switch and he'll want to put it up on a fridge

Oh, but maybe you might wanna practice drawing bodies to help you with different angles and such?

Yep, here it is...

The Asmo we expected will now wear even less of his sheet so you have a nice view of his muscles and body to get a good idea of how they work

Also, good luck showing him your hentai art, because he will suggest more pleasurable positions fro your characters

And yes, he will try to show you in praxis

    ༺☆༻

Oh hey, that's cool! Belphie loves anime!

If he sometimes gets an interesting dream, he'll share it with you and maybe you can base a story on it

Whenever he wakes up, feel free to share what you've created in the meantime

Belphie will give you his honest opinion and what you could improve - if there is anything

If there's a convention happening and he's going there, he'll take you with him and even encourage you to set up a booth

Also, if you draw you two together, he'll have Beleth frame it and put it up on a wall soemwhere where he can see it whenever he wakes up

    ༺☆༻

Proud dad just like Asmo

You have a talent and you should show it

Another king who will give you a space to either turn into a gallery or your very own studio

If you're not against it, Luci would also like you to hold art therapy sessions in the psychiatric ward of the hospital

Oh, also one of your biggest fans becomes Gamigin once he sees you draw Lucifer as he's posing for your studies

You better learn how to draw dragons fast :D

Also, yes, Jjok is gonna be as annoying as Ppyong when it comes to your drawing

[pedge-page]

Plushies 6 - MooMoo

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Plushies Series Masterlist but Can be read as standalone

Summary: you surprise Joel for your 2 year anniversary by being the fuckable plushie tonight.

Warnings: literally 99.9% smut. Unprotected sex (she is on the pill but they’re playing with the idea of it failing), BREEDING KINK, pregnancy kink, plushie milk sucking (? You’ll see); nipple pumps, nipple play, nipple orgasm, boobjob, oral m-receiving, squirting, cream pie, belly bulge, no breastfeeding but Joel has a breastfeeding kink (obviously!), Daddy kink, spitting, bimbofication, lots of cow talk, praises you and degrades you, cringe ass language overall for these horny fucks

18+ ONLY

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It's getting pretty bad now that every time you see your pile of plushies in the room, your panties dampen. And you can’t really avoid them because Joel’s been adding to the mountain of stuffed animals with every excuse to get you a gift.

And then outright making you cum on them before he’s ripped the tag off.

You suspect Joel also gets equally as hard by them too, with all the interesting things he’s been sharing since starting your Plushie-sex journey. He’s pretty quiet and reserved any other time, even during regular sex. But when all your little beady stuffed animals start getting involved…

You’re startled by a gentle knock at the door. “You okay in there, sweet pea?” 

“Mhm! I’m almost ready!”

You both just got back from a fabulous date—ready to seal the night with passionate sex. And you’ve planned the perfect 2 year anniversary gift for him.

You stare in the mirror in your new “outfit” to surprise Joel’s loins: naked, save for a spotted felt ear headband, a leather collar with a big golden bell dangling from your neck, knee high white and black spotted stockings, and a slutty garter body harness speckled in black splotches. The straps dip and curve over your hips with cute ribbons on the waist, snaking under your soft parts, accentuating your breasts, tummy, thighs, ass—everything that Joel finds bitable. 

^photos + product by GlamourIsTheEndGame on Etsy

When you finally walk out into the bedroom with all the might your tiny little harness could muster, Joel’s eyes finally land on you. You smile at him with a sultry, pretty, and far from innocent smile.

"I was thinking maybe I could be your plushie for tonight,” you say, pushing your breasts out with your arms drawn tight, and shaking a little so he can see them sway and hear the jingle of the bell bounce over your collarbone.

Ok, so you know the scenes in Tom&Jerry where Tom sees a female cat, and his eyes bug out cartoonishly and jaw falls down to the ground?

Yeah, that’s Joel right now.

His jaw is so slacked it might unhinge itself. Eyes straining because they can’t go any fucking wider, and his pupils literally so blackened, you wouldn’t know he had baby brown eyes.  

You’re standing there very expectedly, waiting.

Waiting.

… waiting.

Say something you kinky bastard, damnit NowILookLikeAFool—!

Your nerves are starting to curl in on themselves...maybe you don’t look as sexy as you’d hoped...

“Um…if… if you don’t like it—I mean if you wanted to pick up a stuffie instead…”

The man takes advantage of your brief embarrassment and jumps you, shoving you against the wall and caging your legs around his hips.

“Oh!”

You whimper as the unmistakable bulge of his package presses hungrily, slipping past the little string and nudging your wet clit.

He glues his lips to yours, devouring your tongue. It’s extra hungry, extra needy tonight than usual. His lips twitch with the rumbling growl reverberating deep in his chest. 

“You’re so fucking sexy holy fucking shit baby-jesusssssss look at you— fuckfuckfuck I’m so lucky, luckylucky bastard—FUCK ME—you’re mine? You’re actually fucking mine????”

You giggle, confidence surging again as his hands struggling to grab every bit of you all at once. Holding you captive nonetheless, eyes raking over in wonder and astonishment.

“I’m all yours, Daddy,” you hum sensually. You grab his hands and bring them to curl along your harness, under the straps to feel your skin all hot and tingly. Begging for his touch.

“Happy fucking Anniversary to me.”

Joel scoops you up and sits on the bed, immediately having you straddle him. You grind down on his tent poking up between your cheeks. His fingers dig into your thighs when he feels the flutter of your folds.

He knows you feel as sexy as you look. 

“Gonna be my cow slut tonight, huh? You know what good little cow sluts do?”

“Suck cock?” You ask cheekily, preparing to sink down to your knees to pleasure him with your mouth.

He lets out a happy sigh. You’re ready to move, your teeth sucking in your lower lip, but he stops you, instead choosing to pin you closer to his body. His voice drops an octave:

“They birth and they milk.”

They—what? “Um—come again?”

“Breeding, baby. That’s what we’re doing tonight.”

He knows you’re on the pill, so it’s not like you’re really trying to get pregnant…but the thought of getting knocked up tonight sends a particularly dangerous chill down your spine. He never uses a condom so the chances are still….there. Every night. Each time he blows his fat load deep inside you; like a good little cumdump, he says. 

Why not indulge his fantasy tonight?

“You wanna breed me, Daddy?” You tease, hips swaying along his clothed member, dancing along your slit.

“Mmmm, yeahhh. Shit, baby. You’d look so good pregnant. And these—“ he grits his teeth, fingers pinching the straps that circle your mounds, watching them squish together, “—Are gonna fill up with so much milk, gonna feed me with your delicious cunt and sweet milk 24/7.”

You want to slap the smug look off his face, but now’s not the time. It’s time to get those pouty lips on your breasts and the cock in your cunny.

“Better start getting them open so I can satisfy that big thirst of yours.”

On cue, his lips wrap around your nipples, kneading your tits in his big rough hands. You start bouncing steadily along his cock. He’s domineering and digging into your skin harshly, teeth overly excited and sinking into your pebbled nips while he grinds up against your heat.

He’s biting and sucking so hard, asking-PLEADING-for your milk.

Milk that is definitely not there!

"Ouch! Joel I'm not going to give you milk, we’re just—playing—I’m not actually pregnant!"

But the THOUGHT of you exactly like this but stuffed full of a baby, just imagining your tits all round and belly bursting, the garter harness pulling tight against your skin and your tits poking out with that big heavy swell of your tummy making you look like his own breeding stock.

Desperate whines rush out of his mouth in a string of babbling: “I can get ya pregnant, please? Pleasepleaseplease darling let me put a baby in you— breed ya so good, just look at ya, could get ya knocked up, just think how cute you'd look gettin' all round with my calves grown in that tumtum. Fuck! what a sight, showing off to everyone our hard work breeding, evidence of our love making, and these titties would just swell n get all heavy with all the creamy delicious milk ya could give me like the best momma n—“

Your palm splats against his mouth to shut him up. “Slow down, cowboy. We aren’t having a real baby any time soon. We don't even live together yet..."

"Then move in with me,” he proposes without hesitation.

You …blink for a moment. His mouth hovers over your breast again but you drag him up to look you in the eyes—so you know he's not just fucking around.

“Really?"

"Yes! Why the fuck do we still have separate homes? I'm here all the time anyway. Plus, takin' care of all those plushie pets must be exhausting on your own, they're partially my kids anyway so.”

"You really want to live together?"

"Yeah. Yeah I do.” 

You and Joel were a ‘take it one day at a time’ trusting kind of love, but right now as you stare into his heart-shaped eyes, you can see your whole future together. The kind of earth shattering reality that’s never been more clear and more desirable than this moment. 

“I—“

“Don’t gotta give me an answer right now. Wanna ask ya again when we’re—less horny. So you know I’m bein’ serious.”

You grin and kiss him.

“Show me a good anniversary night and I’ll give a good thought-over.”

“Oh babygirl,” he tuts. “Think you were gonna be the only one showin’ me a good time? I got ya something too, sweetheart. Gonna go perfect with ya cow slut theme ya got goin’ on.”

You don’t know what he could possibly have that could “match” your very specific cow themed sex outfit—

Unless its more cows.

So when he sits you on the bed, stumbling over his shoes because he can’t take his eyes off you, Joel equally surprises you with a box of cow themed gifts—little calf beanie babies, which are conveniently jerry-rigged to two separate nipple pumps with their little snouts pointing towards the  suction cups, and a cow plush toy that has a compartment in the top to pour milk in, complete with rubber “practice” utters for farmer kids to learn milking.

“I swear, I had no idea you were gonna be dressed as slutty cow momma for me. I just—saw this shit online and thought my girl needed to be drinking some cow titties when I fuck her swollen cow tits.”

“We’re so in sync,” you muse, shaking your head with an amused smirk. 

Its honestly should be... kinda concerning.

He sits back next to you on the mattress, shoving some of your animals off the edge. You instinctively crawl atop his thighs again, and his hands settle once more protectively around your waist. You stare down at him, his sinful lips practically begging to get sucked while that lidded lustful gaze lulls you in a trance. The Joel Miller spell is wordlessly working on you again—and you know you’re gonna be cracking and doing anything this man says within a few shorts minutes.

You beam at each other tenderly, unable to help the genuine happy crinkle at your lips as you kiss him softly.

Then it starts:

"Can ya moo for me?"

You roll your eyes. Not quite doing anything he says so soon.  “Fuck no I'm not doin that shit again for you. You want a farm, go get one yourself."

"Please Angel?" He plants wet kisses along your jaw before giving two fat ones on top of your breasts.

"Still no."

He groans, but continues to nip at your breasts like a scolded child. "Can I fuck your big mommy milkin' cow titties?”

“There is no milk!” You snap. You’re ready to throw the whole idea away, but his persistent hold around your waist and cock nudging your throbbing puss is making it difficult to resist him for long.

His big brown chocolate lab eyes bleed into your horny little soul. “C’mon, MooMoo, for Daddy?” 

“I am NOT your MooMoo—“

He jingles the bell dangling from your neck. “Ya’sure sound like my MooMoo.”

you clench your fist around his shirt and take a deep breath. "Fine, Fine! Whatever."

"Say it."

"You can—ugh—fuck my big... mommy milking cow titties." You face feels so hot with embarrassment, but Joel purrs with such satisfaction that you feel even WORSE how much you don't hate it. 

Since when did the double entendre of being called his "kitty" and "puppy" when Joel fucks you and your animal themed plushies become his "moo moo girl"?

He grins with such a dirty, perverted look about him. Continues to kiss over your mounds, massaging the muscles in your back so you don’t notice when he bends over you to grab his homemade breast pumps.

He looks at you sideways with expectant hope in his eyes. 

You roll your eyes again. Of course he can’t just get a normal titjob and blow his load in your mouth. There’s always some fucking thing else you gotta do. But with the way his cock pulses under your drooping pussy, you decisively snatch it from his hands and get to work just so that he’ll call you his slutty cow again. 

“That’s my girl,” he groans, rubbing along your hips excitedly. He holds them in your hand and exhales hot air over the cups so they aren’t cold against your skin.

The clear tubes are narrow, obviously meant to resemble that of utters rather than actually breastfeeding from a bottle. You stick them on each tit, and very quickly Joel is pumping the little hand squeeze that starts to suction the small space of air into the connecting wire.

You gasp at the sensation. Slowing latching on, the small of your breasts are pointing inward towards the pumps, sticking up on their own now as Joel continues to suck the air out. 

You hiss a strangled moan. The sensation isn’t—bad. It’s like an invisible hand is dry vacuuming your pebbles.

“Fuck—fuck look at that,” he growls. “Your nipples are sooooooooooo fucking suckable right now.”

You look down and see their hardened state reaching out into nothing. As more of your flesh and tissue gets sucked in, pressing tightly, trying to fill the small space, the pain mixes with pleasure. Joel’s continually nipping at your chest with lidded eyes glued to the scene helps spread the multiple sensations your body is feeling.

“There’s not gonna be any milk,” you warn again, shifting uncomfortably in his lap. Your breath hitches in your throat when you get to a particularly suffocating phase of tightness in your breast.

He casts a sorrowful grin before yanking the pumps off together with a loud SCHMOP.

You screech unexpectedly, rolls of pleasure sparking through your chest, up to your brain then right down to your tummy and cunt, your eyes rolling back as you collapse forward on to him.

You’re both quiet for a moment save for your heavy pants. Until you feel a wetness growing on his pants.

“Joel—did you—?”

He laughs out, “No baby, that was all you.”

Your cheeks go warm in embarrassment, looking down to confirm that you had actually squirted onto his jeans just from getting your nipples suctioned.

“Didn’t know ya titties were so sensitive…” he goads.

You shake your head and nudge it into his neck—because you didn’t know you could squirt just from getting your breasts suctioned either. 

“Shhh, I know. I know baby, just breathe. Little titties are so sore, but we gotta get them ready to start feeding from. S’not my fault you’re just a little slut, so hungry to be a momma—don’t you worry, Daddy Bull is gonna make it happen. Ya can squirt your little juices all you want when I breed your cunt like my own personal livestock.”

You have half the mind to tell him again there is no baby to be feeding any time soon, and you sure as heck weren’t his livestock to be bred, and had nothing to say about "Daddy Bull", but with the harsh throbbing along your nipples, dragging sensitively against his cotton shirt, you don’t care to do anything else but drool and hump your weeping clit against his soaked thighs.

 “Let Daddy see his work,” he mumbles into your throat with a kiss.

You sit up again with his assistance. 

He groans heartily at the sight of your swollen, redden tips poking from your boobs. “Jesus fuck, MooMoo.” He rubs his thumb over your mounds and you wince away. “They hurt?” He laugh sadistically.

You cover your lips with the back of your palm, unwilling to let him see your delirious heaving. Your pussy throbs desperately for more his unique torture. “You….bastard…”

He soothes over the swollenness, groping your breasts and telling you how they’ll be sore like this all the time when they start filling with milk. How he’s gonna breed you so full of calves you’ll be bursting milk on your own, and he’s gonna lap it all up to keep you happy.

You don’t know why you keep letting him put the pumps back on. He doesn’t try to rip them off like before, but keeps bringing you close with tight compresses before letting air quickly filter in again. The little cow beanies bob up and down with each deep breath you force through your nose, eyes glittering up so innocently. You’re trying to ignore the equal throb in your untouched clit as the ones in your overstimulated perky nips.

Once they’ve swelled to a level of his satisfaction…

“MooMoo…”

“Huh…”

“Time for cow titty fucking.”

He throws you down on your back in the heap of your plushies. Wasting no time pulling his stiff member out of his jeans, he pumps a few times with one hand. Like a professional Joel wraps his belt tightly around your wrists, like a cowboy expertly tying his prize calf he just lassoed in. 

You twist your legs to hide the leaking drip of slick sliding down to your ass. Your head leans to the side, arms thrown behind you so you can see him, biting your lips and furrowed brows of want, admiring his physique when he pulls his shirt off with a satisfied grin. 

“Fuck me, cowboy,” you hum, shifting your bum up  and spreading your legs so he can see your swollen slit twitching up at him.

But he throws your legs down and cages you under him. “I’m makin’ a mess of those god damn Mommy milkers first. Then your cunt gets whatever Daddy Bull has left.”

DaddyBullDaddyBullDaddyBull, you chant in over and over again your dumb little cow brain...

Oh Christ, tonight’s gonna be wild.

You watch him crawl over your body, fisting his leaking member over your chest. You want it, licking your lips in anticipation, pushing your boobs together with your arms to entice him. He twists the bell-collar so its dangling off the side of your shoulder before placing his leaking tip right at your lips, smearing his precum. Moaning at that fucking taste of Joel you’d been craving all day. You lap at the saltiness, begging him to force it deep into your mouth, but all he does is rub it over your lips, your tongue peaking out to get it nice and wet for him.

His cock falls right in the valley as you smoother it with your supple breasts. “Soft titties all mine to play with? You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck them?”

He starts thrusting, suffocating his cock between your tits. With one hand, he’s pulling the harness roped around your body tight like he's riding a God damn horse, the other still possessively pumping the nipple suction cups so they squeeze harder around your precious tits. His balls rub along your sternum while he bounces his hips, rocking back and forth again and again, making a sticky mess of his arousal and your drool all over your chest.

"Angel, imagine how fucking good this is gonna feel when these pups are filled to the brim with Daddy's milk.”

You nod dumbly. “Want you to fill them, Daddy. Want you inside,” you moan. Your head leans forward as you try to suck in his tip each time it poked through your boobs. 

Joel lets out a shaky breath, trying hard not to blow his load too soon. Though the sight of your face and cowbell all sticky with his creamy spent has him drawing away quickly, a firm grip wrapped around the base to hold his twitching balls from releasing his seed just yet. 

You cry out, tongue chasing his retreating tip. 

“You ready to be my little cocksleeve plushie tonight?” He asks, raking his nails over your chest and belly, raised red trails marking you in their leave.

“I’m ready Daddy, fuck me like your dirty whore!”

He spits a fat gob of saliva right on to your slit before rubbing it over with his thick tip. You don’t need the extra lubrication due to how drenched you are, and the sweet squirting you did earlier, but oh how he admires the way it mingles with your juices and slides down your ass.

He rips the cow patterned garter ribbon from the waist buckle and wraps it around your calves, sticking your legs straight, and pulls your ankles taught. You’re completely tied off at his mercy, like cattle being tamed. He hoists your legs straight up in the air, his bare cock grinding against your wet heat.

"D-daddy!"

He leans your straight legs against his left shoulder and peers down over you: messy lipstick, bound wrists pulled together and straight to your stomach, pushing your tits even closer,  and the harness does nothing but give each one an immaculate show of perkiness. Paired with the tight press that the pumps are still holding your nipples captive.

He decides to show you some mercy by removing the tubes. He kneads their swollen state at the same time his cock rubs along your slick folds.

“T’Thank you, Daddy Bull,” you puff.

“Good girl. Didn’t even have to remind you,” he praises with gentle strokes of your cheeks.  “Your little calf babies are full now. Time for DaddyBull to spend time with Momma.”

You hope he doesn’t see the way your stomach clenches at being called Momma—a kink you’re shelving for much much later.

He’s got such stamina to be still gliding himself along your pussy but not penetrating just yet. Your brows are scrunched together in a plea and desperation, and those little cow ears are flopped back into the mess of softness. Softness that surrounds you, that innocent feel of cute plushy fur and cotton all rubbing against your body below you despite the numbing throb in your breasts and cunt. 

He puts his fingers in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his digits, getting them wet before he’s drooping them down your puffy lips, down your breasts each with a squeeze, trailing warmly over your belly before coming to the place where he’s about to impale you.

Your entire body is thrumming with need.

He takes the moment to see how wrecked you already are for him—and to savor your body, knowing he’s gonna breed you so good one day and everything is gonna swell, like a stamp of ownership.

“You’re so fucking breedable,” he whispers in awe of your body. You don’t think he meant to say it out loud, but it turns you on all the more to hear his inner thoughts that would most likely scare away other women.

Not you though. You shutter at the thought of it taking, of making something evident of all the fucking and cum dumping he’s been giving you.

The pornographic gasp you let out as he slides his cock over your folds, between your squished thighs. Your slick lathering his length, prepping him and teasing your clit with long strokes. You whine as his mushroom tip glistens with precum, poking through your thighs then retreating. Getting your hopes up and holding it there sadistically.

"Don't gotta do nothin' tonight for me, sweet pea. Just gotta hold on for the ride."

You're not ready when he latches at your entrance and thrusts in all at once. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he fills your gut with his fat cock, stretching you in the best way only Joel Miller knows.

“Ahhh--ah!—f—f—fuuuccccckkkkkkkk!”

Joel Miller does have a Bull sized cock. More evident now stretching your little hole than you’d ever truly thought before.

The position is so restraining, leaving you no way to move or adjust - just take take take take his pounding. You both groan at the sight of his tip ballooning in your lower belly with each thrust. 

He throws his arm over your straight thighs and thumbs over your swelled naval. "Fuuucccckk look at that, look at that!"

"S-ssoooooo deeeeeeppp," you wreathe, lips curling in delirium.

“Yeah-yeah babygirl, gotta stretch you—get ya ready to hold my calves huh? Gotta make room for them to pop out—“

“M—mnot—pregnant,” you rasp hoarsely, eyes closing when he starts angling his hips up and rutting along the gummy part in your cunt.

“I’ll make it happen, don’t you worry your little brain.” He laughs. “You like getting stuffed like your stuffies. Turned you into a proper fuck toy—mm—there we go—but you’re always gonna be my favorite toy to hump, to fill, to own." He forces each word out with each rut. “You’re so fucking good at being a soft whore for me to use, all precious and pretty on the outside. Just another one of these plushie sluts on this bed,” he grunts.

You stick your tongue out dreamily and smile, fingers getting lost in the scattered stuffed animals surrounding you with their soft, fluffy textures and hard or squishy bodies. 

It feels really good to have 0 thoughts and just get fucked like a cow plushie.

He kisses your ankles soothingly, almost pathetically attempting to distract you from the sudden lash of his palm slapping against your ass.

“DADDY—shit!” You whimper. He doesn’t love the way you instinctively try to squirm away from him, but with how tied up you are, continually impaled on his throbbing length, you have nowhere to go. 

He continues to spank you, the same spot, fingers splayed wide until his reddened print is left etched into your skin "Gotta brand ya baby, make sure everyone knows who owns this body.”

Lewd noises of wet skin slapping, and the little cow bell clanking on your neck fill the room along with your pathetic whimpers and Joel's repressed grunts.

"Yeah? You like daddy's bull cock ramming that tight little Moo Moo pussy?"

“Yea- ohh-f—fuck yes Bull Daddy, cock so good, fuck— nobody stretches me—ah shit!Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes—m’gonna be bred so fucking full Daddy fuck yes!”

“My little cow breedin’ bitch,” he hollers. He tears the cute little cow patterned bow from that had held your calves together and quickly parts your legs, shoving your knees up to his shoulders so you’re in full mating press. He continues thrusting aggressively downward. Despite still being bound by the wrist, your elbows part slightly enough to slot him between your arms, slinking your hands over his neck to bring him closer to you.

"Breed me!" You cry, literally cry. He doesn’t relent his rough thrusts despite cooing your tears welling.

 "Gonna take all that bull cum in your slutty womb? Gonna let me put a baby in ya?”

Your walls clench down on him harder in response. The more his thick tip nudges your cervix, the less words you’re able to string together in sentences.

He doesn’t wait for answer—doesn’t think he ever will because he’s dangerously dreamt of impregnating you for so long now, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop the day you said yes. Never bringing it up but fuuuccckkk he can’t stop his confessions from tumbling out: “Shit baby, might take this time. Lookin like my breeding stock n shit, gonna plow ya, you'll milk my cummies in your tummies and then—"

"Jesus Joel stop your yapping and FUCKME.”

"Ya gonna moo for me?"

You're moaning more, but with the way your sockets are rolled to their whites, arching up like the exorcist as he rams himself so deep its puncturing your belly, the sound’s eliciting from your mouth coming out as "mmmmmaaaauuuuhhhhhau-huh-hhuhh-huhhhh!"

He chuckles. "Close enough.”

He grabs the moo plush and shoves its utters in your mouth. You tilt your head to the side and your tongue circles around the rubber part. He almost busts his nut at the gorgeous sight below him: your pretty lashes closed as you suckle from the utters, each little swallow of milk going sown your throat. You're so delirious and cock drunk that you don't care about the trickles of cream dribbling down the corner of your lips. Your tits swollen and red, nipples so perked up they may actually start bleeding milk if he were to play with them any more, and your breasts bounce back and forth with each thrust, the jingle of the cow bell clanking loudly with no sense of tune but with all the hymns of his fucking he can give you. He snaps the garter belt strapped around you like reins, free ruling restraints that only make every bit of you even more voluptuous. Your legs are so strong, thick yet securely plastered together by his knot.

Your brows pinch together as your orgasm builds from your belly, making you arch violently against the pillow.

You pull away from the cow to take a gasp of air. Joel sticks his finger in your mouth and swirls it around. You hum in content, letting him make a mess of your drool and leftover milk spilling out, down your chin and cheeks with his thick digits. He yanks it out and licks it clean.

"Taste so fucking goo—“

"Keep fucking me with Daddys Bull cock fuck daddy I wanna get bred so fucking much wanna be your breeding little cum slut daddy fuck yes! You're so fucking huge, splitting my little moomoo pussy in half poundbreedbreedbreed daddy want all your cummies inside!"

"Fucked ya so dumb. All that ‘no baby, no milky talk.’ Shit! Fuck I'm gonna wreck this pussy, my fucking pussy! Nobody comes inside this sweet little womb but Daddy!"

"Just you just you daddy all yours please brand me make me yours! Oh-oh fuck Daddy yes! I’m cumming , I’m cumming so hard Daddy Bull fuck yesyesysssssyesyesyes!!!” you hiss through gritted teeth.

Your mouth parts as a silent scream is let out into the air. Joel keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his pained gasps while trying to remain sane with your convulsing walls choking his cock, sucking him in so tight he wouldn’t be able to pull out if he pried himself from you. He reaches between you to rub your clit, and your head thrashes about in overstimulation. Hard teeth latch on to your collar bone as you squirt once again all over his cock, streaming to his balls and soaking the bed and poor plushies caught in the crossfire with your naughty juices.

“There’s my slutty girl! Squirt that puss everywhere, want to stain everything with that cunt, my pretty cow girl.”

Joel’s whole body ruts into you like his life depends on it. The bed lurches violently against the wall, plushies falling over the sides like an avalanche while your battered soaked pussy takes the beating of a lifetime from the man who undoubtedly has ruined you and laid claim to your soul for the rest of your life. You hold on with the little strength you have left as he readies to empty his balls into you.

“Shit—shit—oh ff-ffuck baby—Daddy Bull is cummin—gonna breed ya SHIT oh baby,baby,babbyyyy gonna flood ya, you’re gonna take it? Gonna take all that cum—not a drop—haa-left—Gonna knock you up this time-mmmf—fuck! My good cow sluuutt—Baby give it ta me so good, Breed ya full o’me!FUCK!!”

With a final slam, Joel plunges his cock balls deep and shouts into the mattress, pumping his cum as deep into your womb as it could possibly go with thick, fertile ropes flooding every inch of space inside you.

He forces out each harsh, agitated pant into your neck, sweat sticking between the two of you. Your hips are held upright, walls fluttering with each pulse of his dick still unloading inside.

“I love you,” you whisperinto his ear, mind all hazy as you stroke his damp curls. He shudders, relaxing into your embrace, and you welcome the crushing sensation of his body on top of yours.

He pulls away to admire your barely conscious state: stockings all torn up, harness now tattered and  straps broken from their belts, the cow-eared headband snapped in half. Bruises and purple markings and love bites scattered all over your skin, your breasts the most damaged and swollen. He wonders how long it will take to fully heal, and how sensitive those little nipples are going to be for the next few days. Most importantly, he can’t tear his gaze away from the beat of your pussy lips struggling to swallow all of his creamy seed. 

You gasp out when Joel pushes his cock all the way back in, his cum spilling out the sides and coating you but trapping a good amount inside, leaving it nowhere else to go.

“I Love being your cow MooMoo plushplush,” you hum, wiggling your bum and holding him close. 

“How bout this one still?” He grabs the forgotten milker toy and brings the utters between the two of your lips.

Your tongue wraps around one utter and you start suckling the sweetness. 

Joel yanks the toy away.

“Show me.”

You open your lips so he can see the pool of milk filled to the brim, spilling over the dips of your cheeks.

He dips his tongue into your mouth and begins sucking out your split-mixed milk, kissing you passionately so you’re both gulping around each other’s tongues.

Drunk. You feel drunk off him. Off the milk. 

Eventually he pulls away so you can both breathe.

“I mean it.”

You draw away momentarily, wondering. it takes a moment to process anything that the two of you talked about while his cock still twitches in your cum-filled vagina.

You laugh when it hits you. “Yes, I’ll move in with you—“

“—You’re gonna look so fucking beautiful when you’re pregnant.”

You both pause for a moment before bursting out in a fit of giggles.

“Oh, I already knew that,” you taunt.

-

After you sleep for 14 hours straight, you wake up to find your tattered costume is gone, and your body completely naked. You don’t feel as achy as you expected—thanks to Joel probably massaging you in your sleep. Your cunt and breasts, however, are puffy and bruised as hell. You’ll have to restrict sexy time from Joel to just regular, Plushie-free fucking.

Speaking of, there’s an unfamiliar little guy on your bed right under your arm right now: yet another cow plushie, but it’s sooooo much softer, a bit heavier too. You turn it over and switch the little battery pack on, and the animal begins expanding and deflating with gentle breaths, its tummy warm and comforting against your body.

Joel comes in with a cup of tea  placed on your bedside before jumping on the Plushie bed. You poke his face.

“Whaaaat!”

"Joel, you know this is for babies,” you say, gesturing to the new cow breathing cow plush.

Right my babygirl.” He smiles proudly, stroking your face.

"No, like actual babies. It’s a breathing soother to help them sleep. Did you not notice what section you were in when you bought it?”

He looks ahead at the wall for a briefly, revisiting the memory. “Ya know what, that might be why the lady asked if it was for a girl, and I said ya my girl. N’ then she asked 'how old' and I told her ya age and she gave me a weird look.”

Your eyes squeeze tight as you fall back in a fit of cackles. “You were literally in the baby section Joel."

"Ain't all these plushies for kids anyway?” He gestures to the pink, purple, frilly, soft, funny faced squish stuffed animals you have on your bed. “What’s the difference?”

You switch the heavy cow animal on again and the cow starts slowly inflating then deflating with each breath. 

He gets all amazed like the marvels of today's technology far exceed his imagination. “Holy shit it got a real heart in there! No wonder it cost me 60 bucks.”

“Pretty sure a real heart would cost more than 60.”

“Mmm, cost me even more to keep yours.” 

You glance over at Tomm—ahem, Teddy—sitting upright in the corner of the room, the dildo still strapped around his crotch, and at Mr. Oinkers who’s jittery fun was sometimes too much to handle, and at Valentine Puppy that has a permanent white streak in his hair when you tried washing out Joel’s cum, and at every other plush on this bed that has occupied an ever growing space in Joel’s horny head below the waist.

“I don’t love you just cuz of the plushies, you know.”

“Oh? I’ll take them all back then, since ya don’t appreciate—“

“No!” You cry desperately. “I—I love them.” You cold your cow plush close and kiss his head.

 Joel curls up next to you and spoons your body. “But I love you too. Just you.”

He hums in agreement. “I know you do. Who else would dress like that just for fun?”

You cringe at the image of the destroyed cow garter that sits helplessly on the floor. Definitely cost waaaaaay more than $60.

“I can’t wait to move in,” you mumble into the pillow.

“Oh—about that.” 

You lean back and meet his gaze. Was it a farce? Did he not actually want you to move in? Was it jut to get you excited for sex last night? You already feel your heart shattering, knowing its gonna take more than 60 bucks to put it back together—

“While you were sleeping…I brought all my shit here already. Cancelled my lease this month and packed for weeks. Figured it be easier than making you have to pack all your little fluffy bitches in boxes—”

“Well they wouldn’t go in boxes, they’d be buckled up in seatbelts.”

“Exactly my point. Would have been a nightmare trying to move you.”

You slap his shoulder.

“Um… what if I said no?”

“Oh…” the thought never actually crossed his mind that you’d say no.

You laugh again, kissing his jaw reassuringly. “Kidding, Bull Daddy.”

He grumbles into your back and kisses the back of your head. His big meaty paws rub over your thighs, the little dents from the strap still ghosting your skin, trailing up over your belly that he can’t wait to see swell one day, even if not any time soon, and snaking up to your aching chest—

“Don’t you dare touch my fucking tits.”

10 minutes later, you catch Joel’s cuddling the breathing cow right next to his face, snoring soundly as it exhales next to him. you kiss the tip of his noses and burrow yourself closer to your sleeping giant.

It really does help babies sleep.

- - - -

Notes: this ended up being waaaaaaay longer than I thought holy heck.

Bonus of Joel x Preggo reader thot in the plushies saga

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[mamawasatesttube]

imo it's a shame there's so much angst and whump fic about tt03 #29 (when jason beats the shit out of tim at titans tower) and barely any where its acknowledged how hilarious that was. like??? hello??? that was one of the funniest issues of all time????? the man got an adult sized robin suit (did he make this himself? did he find a cosplay company? did he commission someone off etsy??) and wore it UNDER HIS CLOTHES so he could dramatically strip during his angry monologue (how many times do you think he practiced in the mirror), only for the teenager he was monologuing at to be like. don't care + didn't ask + you're cringe + L + ratio. DEVASTATING.

and then he beat said teenager up but like, tim Still said "yeah i think im better than you" WHILE GETTING BEATEN UP. how pissed do you think jason was that this guy just refused to play the part he was trying to cast him as!!! fucking theatre kid.

and THEN once tim is battered senseless he fucking writes "jason todd was here" in his blood and LEAVES. this is so goddamn funny like of all the messages he could've written, it wasn't "no more robins" or even a cringe "still think you're better than me?" or "fuck batman" or ANYTHING. just. "jason todd was here". OK DUMBASS. did you not think this far in your drama class script??? or did you actually think this was a good one line zinger????

anyway jason is a cringefail theatre kid and i think tim should actually just drag him about it

[delphiniumarchangelmoon]

Realized that I have a lot of winter punk gear-jackets, pants, beanies, etc.

But nothing really good to wear for summer!

So I grabbed a pair of my mom’s old work pants she let me have and decided to make some fun shorts!

I wish they were more high waisted but I’ve never extended the crotch of something and tbh that sounds abysmal to accomplish.

Sorry about the big splotch on my mirror, It looks like tape residue which, who tf was taping things to an antique mirror?? Anyway it’s not coming off easily so. Deal with it

Details about creation below the cut:

So I cut them to just below mid thigh and used one of the remaining legs to create the side panels, I cut them into triangles and inserted them into a cut along the side seam (in hindsight I really didn’t need to cut through the waistband at all but I already did one side by the time I figured that out so I kept it consistent)

Then I tried them on, realized the panels weren’t flaring like I wanted them to and the part around the butt still sagged weirdly and added two more panels to correct this, smaller triangles in the center of the front and back of each leg to create the wide flare leg I wanted (cause it’s way more comfortable)

The striped fabric is a flat sheet from a bed set I was given for Christmas

The studs on the pockets were just standard craft studs from a sewing store and there’s only three on each back pocket because I ran out

Probably gonna try to bulk buy thrm online next time because they came in a really small package

The tiny safety pins were from the dollar store, don’t recommend paying money for those they’re really pathetic and weak.

The flag pin I painted myself from some old set my dad had, the pin underneath I got for free at a college club fair and the picture is a ribbon that says “I survived talking to my family about politics”

Planning on adding a patch or two, I have some nice ones from Etsy coming in the mail and I’ll update the post when those get here!

In all this took like… 3-4 hours? And I haven’t gone over the seams again to keep the sheet fabric from fraying but that shouldn’t take long I just got hungry and tried and my hands hurt so I’m done for the day.

[vampire-meta-knight]

Goth DIY: Altered Clothing part 1

Since some of you crafty goths were interested in seeing the clothing I've altered, I decided to compile it all in one place! I hope I can inspire your creations,give you ideas, and teach you new techniques. This will be a long post, since I've been making alterations to my clothing since high school, which also means some of these projects aren't as polished as others, since they were made when I was newer to DIY and have mistakes I've since learned from, but that's okay! Goth doesn't have to be polished and perfect, and don't let the fear of mistakes stop you from creating!

I've already done posts about the shorts and pants I've gothified, so part 1 will focus on t-shirts, camisoles, and button-up shirts. Part 2 will have sweaters, skirts, and dresses. Some alterations are as easy as adding safety pins or lace trim, and others involve more sewing. Lots of these are very beginner-friendly projects and take less than an hour. All of these items were completely plain when I got them--anything metal, lace, embroidered, or painted that you see was added by me. I'll add more about each garment in the image descriptions. As always, feel free to message me if you want better or more thorough instructions or DIY advice. I'm here to be a resource to my fellow crafters! <3

(Also, please pardon the cat hair and my hair on the clothes--I don't take perfect pictures. A couple pics are also old since those shirts are in storage so I could make room for my winter wardrobe, so you'll notice a change in backdrop and a dirty mirror.)

Let's start with t-shirts and camisoles! Use an old shirt, a thrifted shirt, a shirt from Walmart, etc.! I like to get plain unisex t-shirts from Walmart and paint on them using freezer paper stencils, bleach them, shred them, and/or add safety pins to them. The camis also came from Walmart, and I changed the necklines and added lace trim to make them cuter.

To make a sweetheart neckline on a cami, you can cut it, or you can just pinch the middle and sew it into place (I did that for all of them except the black and white one--that one ended up a little lower-cut than I meant it to, so I decided to stick with the pinching method). The lace trim I used on the black camis isn't stretchy, but still works just fine, as long as you pin it into place while you're wearing the shirt and stretch the shirt a bit as you sew to maintain stretch in those areas. Stretchy lace, like I used on the pink and red camis, works a bit better, but is harder to find. I still like pinning the lace while I'm wearing the shirt to get the placement down, but if you wear a bra, make sure you're wearing the one you plan on wearing with the shirt while placing the lace. I found it doesn't sit right with bras that fit a little differently than the one I based the placement on.

The long-sleeved Emily the Strange shirt has a neat detail, albeit a wonky one because my placement is a bit off sometimes. You'll notice two little striped triangles at the bottom. I cut slits in the shirt and added triangles of striped stretchy fabric, then sewed zippers over top of them to hide the seams and add extra detail. I also sewed the zippers on with red thread for contrast.

My button-ups are a bit more involved. I treat them like how I treat shorts--patches, lace, embroidery, pins, grommet tape, D-rings, charms, chains, oh my! The pink one is my most recent, and I'm so proud of it. All of the patches came from ToothxNail on Etsy, except the Rat King patch, which came from Katiewhittleart on Etsy. The flowers on the collar were buttons that I glued onto flat-back pins from a craft store (I used E6000 glue). Made super quick collar pins that I can remove when washing the shirt or put on something else when I want.

The orange button-up was by far the simplest. I just added lace trim to the cuffs and cropped it (it had been high-low, but I wanted to wear it tucked into a skirt and the long back was annoying me). I also added collar clips with a chain that I got at a craft fair, but that's more like styling an accessory with it than altering it, since I can just un-clip them.

The leather jacket is old and doesn't fit well, so I don't wear it anymore, but I kept it because it was my first leather jacket. Adding the sew-on studs and faux-fur trim on the neck took the longest. You'll also notice that a mouse chewed a hole in the outer shell on the pocket.

Part 2

[nev3rfound]

in your own time: b.b

it's supposed to be easy, just be a lookout, bucky said. yet, here you are, lying on the concrete slowly watching the grey darken with crimson. (2k)

warnings - graphic descriptions of bullet wounds, violence, blood, angst, but a fluffy ending.

thank you to @tieddown-withbattleshipchains for the request, hope you all enjoy!

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This sort of thing was bound to happen, hell, it comes with the profession. Though you never did sign that waiver stating you'd take a bullet for someone, that just came from your own slightly messed up instincts.

It was supposed to be easy, a simple lookout position. You should've known better by now that no lookout remains on the sidelines, everyone ends up front and centre somehow even if it's not planned. And sadly, most of the plan went to shit the moment John Walker barged into the place.

"Shit." Breathing out, you quickly move away from the balcony as John marches in past Sam, tailing Bucky.

Reaching the ground floor, your focus fixates on finding Bucky. Zemo starts talking but your tunnel vision blanks his reasonings to be released as you cautiously enter the next section of the derelict building.

"-it's all your fault, none of this should be allowed." Your ears start to perk up at the aggression in Walker's tone. Turning the corner you can see him standing above Karli, Bucky in close range behind her holding his hands out in surrender.

"John, just take a step back, yeah? You don't wanna do this." Bucky dares to step closer, only for John's attention to shift and point a gun at Bucky, removing the safety swiftly.

Bucky's gaze flickers at the sound of rubble being trodden on, and his eyes find you with a heavy heart. He tries to convey his desperation for you to leave, but as always, you persist.

"I don't have a choice, Barnes." John's voice trembles with fury, and you can faintly see the gun shaking in his grasp.

"There's always a choice." Bucky retorts, trying to mentally configure a way out to ensure your safety. But before he can finalize the mental details, everything happens at once.

The sound of your yell, John falling to the ground with a thud and the gun going off almost too quietly before your body falling limp on the ground whilst clutching your stomach.

Sam rushes into the room at the commotion, noticing you before Bucky has a chance to adjust.

"No, no, no." Sam cradles your body in his arms, watching your skin begin to lose its brightness, fading away as your lips start to quiver and tears fall freely down your face.

"Knew it'd happen sometime." You wheezily joke, barely feeling Sam's fingers glide across your cheeks before he looks up to Bucky who mirrors his fear.

With slow movements, your head falls to the side to see Bucky staring at you in disbelief, waves washing over his eyes as he starts shaking his head rapidly. "No!" He screams at Walker, still breathing heavily on the ground, seemingly oblivious to what he's done.

Yet, Bucky simply clenches his fists and stands over John, noticing some blood dripping down his face. Good, Bucky thinks to himself. But not good enough.

Your eyes begin to blur when Bucky starts punching John. His fists collide with his cheeks first, rolling his head side to side as if he were a doll. John's face is becoming unrecognizable, but so is Bucky's. It's a horrible ordeal, yet one you can't help but tear your eyes from.

Bucky continues with his punches, his fists now slamming down together on John's chest, his face already having sustained more than enough to be bloody for now. John's coughing blood, dripping from his nose, ears, and mouth, but Bucky prevails, muttering your name before he strikes John square in the jaw, watching his eyes roll back into unconsciousness.

Breathing heavily, Bucky slides off America's new hero and struggles toward you. With bloodied fists, his hand reaches for yours now coated in crimson.

"He got me good, Buck." You weakly chuckle, trying, fighting against every fibre in your body telling you to just let go, close your eyes, and the pain will be over. "But you got him beat there." The words leave your lips in a whisper, feeling your body almost sinking into the ground despite Sam holding onto you tightly whilst Bucky raises your hand to his lips, muttering pleas and his love for you.

"Don't go, doll. Not now, not like this." Bucky hates how vulnerable he feels, and how he let this happen. It shouldn't be like this, it never should've been an option in the first place. "There's gotta be something, right?" Bucky's desperation drips with every word.

Defeated, Sam just lowers his head. "She's lost too much blood, Bucky." Sam hates to say it but knows Bucky will never admit it aloud.

"We can get her help." A new voice pipes up, and Bucky points his gun in their direction, not caring who it is.

Moving closer despite the gun aimed at him, Zemo sighs at the sight. Your eyes now glossing over, lips parted, and not enough blood in your system to keep your heart beating. "There's help outside, they had been notified the moment a gunshot was heard, come on." Zemo explains, but neither of the men seems to be able to move.

"Come on!" Zemo insists, raising his voice and bending down to help, only to be met by the barrel of the gun at his forehead.

"Do not touch her." Bucky spits every word at the man. "It'll be okay, Y/n." Bucky's voice softens as he cradles your cheek, looking up to Sam who nods. "We're gonna get you help, and you'll pull through, yeah?"

The three of them know you're past being able to hear them. Your blinks become fleeting, but your lips start to move when the three try and lift you off the ground.

Bucky knows he'll have nightmares about the cries and screams flooding his eardrums as he holds you close to his chest. He tries to overrule them with comfort, but it's no use. Your screams of agony start to die down once sunlight casts across your face and you're forced onto a gurney, then everything simply fades.

*

"Ugh." You groan loudly, hitting the button above you repeatedly just to see the same nurse stroll on in with their arms crossed.

"Miss Y/l/n, we've told you before, you can't just ring for us if you're bored." The Nurse sighs, having lost count now of how many times you've clicked the bell either purposefully or accidentally.

Rolling your eyes, you start to push your body up only to be met with a coursing pain through your abdomen. The nurse paces towards you, resting her hand on your shoulder with a sympathetic glance crossing her eyes briefly.

"It's still too soon for you to be making any sudden movements like that, your stitches are still fresh." She reminds you, only to be met back with a huff.

"Can I at least have some more painkillers? This thing hurts like a bitch, Van." You half chuckle, meaning every word.

Van looks down at her watch and shakes her head. "Not for another few hours, but it's almost lunchtime." She tries to cheer you up with that knowledge, but it's little to no use. Holding her hands up in defense at your scowl, she reminds you of the same thing. "We're under strict orders here from Mr Barnes, I don't make the rules here!"

Returning to solitude, you pick up the notes that sit by your bedside, recording all of your injuries sustained by the asshole known as John Walker.

Your eyes have scanned over the list numerous times now. Lodged bullet in the abdomen, inches from the liver. Sustained severe head trauma. Significant blood loss.

"Just great." You repeat yourself out of boredom, you've never been good at patiently healing after a mission.

Usually, Bucky cheers you on, knowing you'll bounce back and mess about with Sam in no time. But this is different, you knew it the moment you woke up from surgery to see Bucky clinging to your hand so tight he was afraid if he let go, you'd slip from his grasp forevermore.

That was two weeks ago, and you're still in the private ward. The same four walls have been permanently embedded into your brain whenever you close your eyes along with the repetitive bleeping of machines.

A gentle knock on the door frame averts your attention from the white wall, and instead, a handsome smile adorns Bucky's face. "Hey, pretty boy." You tease. "Here to sweep me off my feet? Though I'd advise against that, maybe just sweep me off this godforsaken bed and into that wheelchair, huh?" Motioning to the barely used wheelchair, Bucky sits on the vacant chair next to you.

"Do I dare ask how you're feeling?" Bucky teases, a half smile forming on his lips. "Or do you wanna tip toe 'round it?"

Humming to yourself, you reach for his hand and squeeze it tightly. "I'm just so tired, Buck." You exhale deeply. "I think the nurses and doctors are almost wishing for a faster recovery than this just to get rid of me."

Bucky chuckles at that, knowing it to be true. From the moment you were wheeled into the hospital, they took you away before he could say anything to you. Ever since you woke up, he's made sure to keep a watchful eye on everything that is going on internally and externally in your recovery.

"Well," Bucky starts, leaning on his left side as he turns to face the door, greeting Sam.

"No way," The smile on your face widens in delight, a sight Bucky can't help but wish to etch into his mind, to ensure it never fades. "two in one day? Man, I must be special." You joke, feeling Bucky squeeze your hand lightly.

Taking the seat on the opposite side of the bed, Sam pats your shoulder gently. "Today is your lucky day, Y/n I'll give you that." He jests, watching your expression quickly change to one of confusion as the duo exchange knowing glances.

"Am I missing something here?" You dare to question, only to be met with something that couldn't be more blissful.

"We're gonna take you out to Louisiana to recover. Somewhere quiet, relaxing, and stress-free." Bucky explains, relieved to see all the tension in your body almost melt away.

"So, when we goin'?"

*

With your eyes closed, the warmth of the sun comforts you like a blanket, wrapping you tightly to ensure the cold cannot break in. You listen intently to the gentle waves crashing against the pier, the hum of conversation on the water from those in boats. And the sense of tranquility, something you haven't felt in a very long time.

Footsteps bounce off the deck behind you, coming to a halt by your side. A hand rests on your shoulder, making its way toward your cheek. Moving your head to the side, you embrace the gentle touch, kissing his palm before he kneels down to sit alongside you.

"Thought I'd find you here." Bucky comments, resting his arm on your lap, noting the golden glow enveloping you. "Sarah's been asking if you're ready to join everyone for dinner."

Humming, you reach down and remove the brakes from your wheelchair. Bucky moves to stand, but you quickly take hold of his hand, keeping him level with you.

"Thank you, Bucky." You lean closer toward him, ignoring the twinge in your abdomen. Resting your forehead against his, you can hear his breath tremble. Before he can ask, you kiss him softly, feeling the warmth on his lips as he can for you; a reminder that you're alive.

"I'll never let you do somethin' so reckless again, I swear doll." Bucky promises, but you shake your head much to his annoyance.

"Comes with the job, Bucky, and like I said, was gonna happen sooner or later." You chuckle, kissing his cheek before leaning back and begin to push on your wheels.

Shaking his head for a moment, Bucky catches up to walk alongside you, knowing everything would be okay after all.

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Cruella De Vil x Fem!Seamstress!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: Plot?... uh, I saw a picture on Pinterest of a bat corset (From JanesCorsets on Etsy) and wanted to see my wife in it XD Thats pretty much it. But um. Uh- This'll do;

You sew your boss into her outfit for the party tonight and some unexpected feelings come to life in the pit of your belly. And maybe other places, up higher.

When Cruella notices... she offers you a deal.

Warnings: Reader has a wandering eye and there's a splash of blackmail on Cruella's end.

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @ghouletka , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , and @ryantryan6969 .

She looked amazing in the bat corset and skirt- and thankfully, it wasn't made of bat skin.

... it was painted crocodile leather and silk lining. But still, the fact that you managed to talk the fashion hawk of London out of killing a 50 bats for her corset and skirt combo, was an achievement.

And she really did look good in it. As you sewed her into it (Yes, the outfit needed to be sewed around her), you couldn't help but notice that fact. And not in a seamstress kind of way- in a lesbian way. Vaguely you were aware that these thoughts were unprofessional, thoughts like fuck is this woman hot and maybe i should do some last-minute adjustments to the breast plate,.. but also, working for her was unprofessional to start with. The House of De Vil was more like a battle field or Italy with the Borgia Family in charge; filled with betrayal and visciousness. So merely noticing Cruella's tits didn't really seem like that big a sin.

Once you'd managed to sew the back of Cruella's corset closed tightly, so she could not slouch and so it wouldn't come loose, you take your little thread scissors and cut the string free. Then you make sure that all the string is hidden away, and no loose ends hang free... then back up to get a good look at the outfit as a whole.

... good work, if you do say so yourself. (Its not as if she'll tell you so, after all. The cold, wicked bitch that she is- even if she is remarkably appealing all of a sudden)

As you smirk and appreciate your excellent handy work (Why be humble, anyway?? You weren't hired for humble), Cruella becomes impatient. "... Well?? Are you finished?? It looks like the drawing, so I assume you are- "

"-'It looks like the picture'?? Cruella, this is a masterpiece." You snap back, waiving a hand dismissively at her. You were never one to let your work by unappreciated- even by Cruella De Vil. Never. "Take it in!; you got a wall fulla' mirrors here. The dress, and the woman in it, look beautiful."

"Ugh, honestly. You are a pest Y/N." Cruella snaps back, rolling her eyes and scowling with those pretty painted lips of hers. She doesn't, however, threaten your job like she would anyone else for the lip you just gave her. Why?? Well you both know you're the best in your field. You can speak to her any way you want- she'll never risk you getting scooped up by a competitor. All her best outfits have been by you. Have had your name sewed minutely on the inside somewhere.

... For example, this particular outfit, has you name sewed into one of the breast cups- and right now as you look at her you're quite pleased you decided to put it there this time.

Cruella's eyes stray from her form in the mirror to you; catches your gaze on her chest. " -what are you looking at??"

"My work, madam." You shrug, smoothly, brushing it off with a sarcastic tone and lifting your eyes to hers- a challenging look on your face. ... is she gonna say anything?

Her eyes, so like a snake's from beneath a rock, settle on you darkly and challenge you right back. You wish you could say this was out of the ordinary, that you didn't often engage in optical battle with your employer; but you cant. This is a regular occurrence. So you don't have any trouble giving her the eye right back for a few moments.

"... I could've sworn you were staring at my chest, darling, like some common pervert. Am I wrong??" She knows she's not wrong. You know she's not wrong.

... You part your lips to say something, but the hesitation was just enough chance for her to strike. Damnit. With her hands (Claws) on her defined hips, Cruella narrows her eyes. "-because if you were, I'd have to file a harassment complaint- or something else silly, that the board always waffle on about." For a split second, you feel frustrated- but then Cruella simpers. She pouts her lips, and bats her eyelashes. She approaches you in that skin tight black leather bat corset and while you stand there perfectly relaxed, albeit a little honestly surprised, Cruella curls a loose strand of your hair around one of her talons. "... or," Or? "We could come to some sort of agreement? What do you think?"

Narrowing your eyes suspiciously, you squint at her. "... -are you serious??"

"As the plague, darling!" Her eyes go wide, almost innocent. When you don't respond, she sighs huffily with impatience. "Look- I haven't had a woman in months because of work. And I know you haven't had a woman in months- yes, I'm well aware you're a lesbian, dear." Well, its not as if you hide it; there's a sapphic erotica novel sitting on your desk that you've been flipping through on lunch breaks. "And I also know, that neither of us are going to meet anyone outside of work for months still, because I'm about to push the work load even further," That gives you pause, and you almost drop your jaw in outrage. She's what!?- Goddamit, this woman already has you all working 10 hour days in this hellhole- but Cruella just goes on. "So, I suggest that since we work so closely, together, anyway... -and also since you're not terribly offensive to be around... that we... " She shrugs, that pouty simpering 'innocent' look once again on her pretty face. "Make the best of it. Hm?"

With this woman's fingers in your hair, and her heated eyes on you, and her cleavage in front of you- it seems like a dream opportunity.

But you're not a dumb woman.

After an obvious look downwards towards her breasts, you give her pointed, raised-eyebrow-look. "What's the catch?"

She shrugs. She knows you're not a dumb woman. "You forfeit the chance to find a meaningful relationship outside of work, your whole life stays at work, I own you pretty much... but I already do, so that doesn't really change, does it?"

"... you own me??" You ask, deftly. Hmm... you kinda like that.

"What?.. You didn't read your employment contract?" She smiles broadly, and you're not sure if she's joking or not to be quite honest. Because no, you did not. Not fully; You were drinking when you signed it.

To be quite honest, though, you don't particularly care right now. She's right, you haven't had anything to do with another woman's body except to fit her, for too long. Your pussy's practically screaming for a fuck right now- you can barely think.

... would this be much different from your life already? You life is work- how else does one get as good as you are? And you've never been very good at relationships... not platonic ones, and not romantic ones. You're good for fashion, lesbian sex and the occasional scathing insult; thats it.

So this, with Cruella who's no slouch in at least 2 of those things as well (To your knowledge thus far), sounds...

Kind of perfect.

~

Instead of responding, instead of attempting to outdo her with the words she's so clearly superior with, you take the beautiful woman's face in your hands and draw her in for your first kiss which she responds to with intense satisfaction. Your hands trail down her neck, over the smooth skin of her chest and the tops of her soft breasts, then over the rough leather of her corset while her long, painted talon's scratch gently over your cheeks probably leaving marks behind.

After a few moments of voracious kissing, you both pull back; a satisfied smile on your lips and a gleeful on on hers.

"Excellent~ ... meet me at my home after the event, darling."

"See you then."

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 5: We're Still Holding Hands With Warm

Chapter Word Count: 4,544

Anything in Bold Italics are Korean/Another language.

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Staring at yourself in the mirror, you glanced over your outfit once more. Over the past few months, you and your friends spend time collecting different clothing pieces and accessories to deck out for the concert. You intended on finding something that made you feel confident, comfortable, but most importantly, got you out of your comfort zone a bit. 

You had found the perfect high waist, slim cut jeans in a pastel pink color similar to the Rose Quartz fandom color. To add a little flare, you painted on small cherries to indicate your bias without needing to outwardly say it. With the help of Jamie, you were able to find a semi-close serenity blue colored crop top. It had off the shoulder sleeves but invisible straps to keep it up. Etsy had brought you silver accessories with the Seventeen logo; dangly earrings, charm bracelets, a few dainty necklaces, and chains that hooked onto your belt loops. 

Against your better judgment since you would never wear them again, you bought a pair of white, high top platform converse. Jamie’s pestering that the outfit would be complete with them only spurred on your impulsive purchase. 

Your last touch, which was more necessity than fashion, was your clear plastic bag. You had all your needed items for the day. You three would be packing into an Uber soon since parking would be a pain. Kazuki and Jamie had opted for using their ‘man pockets’ and shoving everything they needed in there. Coming up behind you, Kazuki smiled bright and handed you your lightstick, version two of course. 

Kazuki had taken great care to find an outfit similar to one of Jeonghan’s Face the Sun teaser pictures. A short sleeved white t-shirt layered over a white fishnet top, a snug harness more crossbody instead of over the shoulders, and black and white jeans he distressed himself. He didn’t add too much detail to the jeans, however wanted to stay true to the overall concept the pictures gave. Kazu had no problems finding silver chains and jewelry to pair with the outfit.  For the fun of it, a week prior he bleached and dyed his hair silver, which he ended up loving and was planning on keeping for a decent amount of time. 

Looking further into the room, your eyes caught on the pattern on Jamie’s shirt, akin to a leopard print. A month prior he had ran into your office with a confirmed order with a picture of the almost exact shirt Mingyu wore during Rock With You era. You wouldn’t reread the price tag on said shirt, but it nearly had you beating him up on the spot. To your surprise he paired it with dress pants rather than pleather or black denim jeans, but overall it still looked fine. 

Taking one last look in the mirror, you called out for Jamie to join the two of you and posed for a few pictures, wanting to make the most of the moment that you could. Down on your wrist, mere hours stared back at you. It would be closer to midnight, an hour or two after the concert, most likely when you returned from the venue. A part of you was ready for the adventures that having a soulmate would bring, yet you were nervous of how your life will change because of it. Quickly you shook off the feeling and made sure you had everything before you left the hotel room. 

The stadium was loud, the energy had your body buzzing with anticipation. Jamie had placed you between himself and Kazuki, both holding one of your hands as you bounced your legs. Seeing the stage so close only made your heart race in your chest. 

Wherever they were, your soulmate was calm but you could feel the buzzing they also radiated. It contracted with whatever emotions you were sending out and you hoped that it didn’t burden them too much. Despite the roaring of voices, you took this as a calm before the impending storm of what your first kpop concert would be like. Jamie and Kazu had warned you it might be a lot, you were ready either way. 

When the lights dimmed and visuals changed on the monitors, the noise rose tenfold and as your friends pulled you to your feet, it was as if the world was deafening and quiet all at once. As the VCR ended and the stage props lifted revealing the group, you swore the world could have stopped. It didn’t process with you at first that a cheer was screaming out of your throat. You and the other Carats in your row were up against the barricades, many waving their Caratbongs high in the air. 

Your rational brain told you that screaming and jumping would make you regret it tomorrow yet you didn’t bother to stop. Song after song, you sang along to each lyric with your two best friends. The buzz that rested under your skin was present but an overwhelming feeling of admiration settled in beside it. Admitting it outloud was hard for you. Between Covid, work, and your own mental struggles, Seventeen was a group that helped you. Jamie had introduced their music to you when you were pushing your limits and being critical with yourself. At the end of many straining days you sat in the darkness of your apartment and let the music overtake you. It felt surreal to hear the voices that lifted you up in person, even more surreal seeing the faces that brought the music to life. 

By the time the Performance Unit had ended their amazing stage of Moonwalker and Wave, your emotions were high. From what you would recall about the set list, you were barely a third of the way through the show. The visuals changed once more on the main stage and the Vocal Unit stood tall before the crowd. Hearing the first notes of Come to Me already had your breath catching in your throat. As they moved to the extended stage, you leaned up against the barricade, feeling your heart nearly beating out of your chest. 

Although Second Life was near the top of your favorite songs from the Vocal Unit, Imperfect Love held a special place in your heart. As Woozi’s part finished and the chorus began, your heart jumped into your throat. A wave of pure happiness and cherishment washed over you. It wasn’t an emotion of your own that much you can tell, yet you never wished for it to stop. Before you could catch yourself, a line of tears were streaming down your cheeks. You caught yourself struggling to breathe out a laugh. Maybe you and your soulmate had a few things in common regarding Seventeen’s music. 

That feeling lasted with you the rest of the concert. It kept you jumping, screaming, and fueled the energy you knew should have waned by the second half of the show. Your feet hurt, your throat was scratchy, but you never once stopped. Beside you, Jamie was nearly force feeding you water so you wouldn’t pass out. 

As you watched the members move about the main and extended stage, talking and waving to the crowd, a smile never left your features. You were able to snap a few pictures on your phone, but a majority of the night Kazuki and Jamie were taking pictures and videos to look back on later. 

Commentary from the members soon brought on the ever lively neverending Aju Nice. Seungkwan had come down from the stage followed by security, trying to find a fan to sing the pre-chorus as usual. It was amazing, letting yourself let go and have fun, jumping around, scream-singing the lyrics. Jamie had his phone out recording the three of you as you let the music take over. You felt like a teenager again, laughing and not needing to worry about your adult responsibilities even if it was only for a few hours. The happiness your soulmate held within them was still prominent, only adding to the incredible night. 

Leaving the concert had you shedding some tears, happy ones thankfully but tears nevertheless. You had gathered a handful of confetti and shoved it into your bag to frame with a picture of two of tonight to solidify the amazing experience. Sitting in the back of the Uber, you rested your head on Kazuki’s shoulder, tired but satisfied. In your chest, your soulmate was radiating something similar to your own emotions. 

“I’m hungry.” You broke the silence, lifting your head and looking out the front windshield. 

“Once we get back to the hotel we can walk somewhere since we are in the city.” Jamie moved his arm up and around your shoulder, placing small taps to the top of your head. “It’s almost eleven o’clock but we are in the City That Never Sleeps, somethings got to be open.” 

“Pizza sounds heavenly right now.” Kazuki chimes in, slapping a hand against his stomach but it rumbled anyway. “And now my body is being dramatic.” 

You scoffed before you broke out in a fit of laughter, even hearing the driver join along quietly.

Stepping into the warm night’s air once more, you unanimously picked a direction and started walking, hoping to find a pizza place or even a small restaurant, wherever came first. Around you, the lights of the city encompassed you. Booking a hotel not too far off from Time Square gave you plenty of options and opportunities to see or experience things since you and the others had taken the rest of the week off. 

“Oh oh, diner instead!” Jamie called out, having trekked a few blocks down from your hotel, taking both your and Kazuki’s hands in his own and pulled both of you along without much of a struggle. 

The diner was nice, not too big for a dinner in the city however it was open 24 hours and you’d never pass up a chance to chow down on disco-fries. Self seating at the late hour had you finding a small booth next to the window, letting the cars mesmerize you as they passed by. Menus were provided not long after sitting and placing orders came easily with the specific cravings each of you had. 

Jamie and Kazuki sat beside each other, showing off videos and pictures, placing their phones on the table to give you a better view. You and Kazu had started a small tangent on the outfits you had seen tonight, flipping through the pictures as you spoke of your favorites and how each member looked. It was calm being able to enjoy the quiet company at the late hour. It had been a long time since you were out late; grabbing food from a bodega, eating at a dinner after midterms or finals, or just staying up to spend time with those you were friends with. 

“Guys.” Jamie raised his arm and started to pat it against Kazuki’s shoulder, eyes staring past your head towards the door. He attempted to keep his voice down but his wide eyes and starstruck expression had you confused.  “Guys, don’t be too obvious but look-” 

As subtle as you could, you leaned down and peeked around the booth’s backrest and your heart stopped.

The people walking through the doors were unmistakable even with their features hidden behind masks and ballcaps. Dressed casually now after a long night of performing were five members of Seventeen. You recognized Joshua and Seokmin first, seeing as they barely covered their faces with the masks, behind them was Jihoon, Vernon, and Seungkwan. They had taken a booth not far from you, a few tables back. 

You had shrunk down in your seat, covering your mouth with both hands to keep yourself from saying or doing anything stupid. To your displeasure, your heart was ready to beat out of your chest. Taking a moment, you looked at yourself from as close to head to toe as you could and let out the quietest gaps. 

“Yah- I’m still in fucking pink and blue-” You whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Oh my god this is the most embarrassing thing that could have happened.” 

Kazuki cleared his throat, staring across the table to you, “Um, sweetie, it’s rose quartz and serenity.” 

“I’m going to fucking stab you with a fork.” You deadpanned.

Across from you, Jamie had the widest, stupidest grin focused fight on you. The surprise that had hit him was washed away quickly as he nudged Kazuki with his shoulder. “Tonight I might win the bet.” 

“Bet? You seriously have a bet? For what?” You continued to whisper, sitting up now but clearly frazzled. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Kazuki was trying to hold himself back from laughing, waving you off. 

Scowling at both of them, you glanced across and stood. “I’ll be right back-” And in a hurry, you made a slight dash for the bathroom, hoping the members didn’t see you. 

Taking a moment to calm your breathing and the racing of your heart, you leaned against the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror. You had tied your hair up after the concert to cool off and thankfully your make up held up. Pulling a paper towel from the holder, you doused it in cold water and dabbed it around your face to cool your skin off.

It’d be fine, they wouldn’t notice you, and you wouldn’t bother them because it wasn’t your place. Would it be extraordinary to be able to say hi? Yes, but they didn’t deserve a fan coming up to them when they were trying to relax and eat after a long day. Giving yourself another once over, you nodded and left the bathroom. 

Moving around the door, you were met with a firm chest running right into you, hands catching on your forearms to steady both of you. 

It felt as if lightning struck you, well if you knew what that felt like, and your vision went dark and blurry. A rush of shock traveled down your spine, each muscle tensing up and you could have sworn the floor had been pulled out from under you. Your recently calmed heart was beating rapidly and breathing was difficult. You couldn’t get a grip on reality with the room spinning, but you felt the continued hold of the stranger’s hands on your arms, attempting to ground yourself with that alone. 

All at once, a rush of emotions flooded back into your system; happiness, fear, anxiety, so many more you were unable to name at the moment. Despite the fog that clouded your mind, you could hear someone’s voice but the words were just muddling together.

The haze broke not long after and euphoria and serenity settled in your chest. As your vision cleared, dizziness set in and you tried to shake the feeling away, however you moved too quickly and your legs collapsed. Similar to you, you hear another body clatter to the floor. 

“ Ah! Catch them-” 

Feeling arms wrap around you, you limplessly rested against them to regain your senses. 

“It’s okay, Y/N..” A familiar voice whispered, moving hair out of your face. “Just take a minute, it’s a lot to take in.” The more they spoke, the more you recognized it as Kazuki. 

Blinking a few times, you felt stable enough to finally lift your head and look around. To your surprise, you were met with the concerned faces of your friends but also the members of Seventeen. Looking between each of their faces, your eyes landed on the face in a similar state to yours, disoriented and confused. 

Visibly you paused, eyebrows furrowed together and suddenly it hit you. “Oh my fucking god, you have to be fucking kidding me.” You didn’t realize how loud you were until a chorus of laughter from Seokmin and Seungkwan uproared. 

“You owe me a hundred bucks!” Jamie cheered victoriously, only increasing the confusion. “I told you so!” 

Eye contact never leaving Jihoon’s, you never expected him to puff out a laugh. “Hey! Don’t laugh at that!” You switched to your second language easily. “ If you were me, would you expect your soulmate to literally be an idol you just watched perform on stage?” 

Jihoon couldn’t hold back from laughing now, rubbing a hand over his face to at least hide some of the embarrassment that was written on it. “ To be fair, I placed that you were a carat once the tickets were released. ” 

“ Can we get you both off the floor and back to that table? This is cute and all but I’m starving.” Seungkwan waved his hand, motioning back towards the tables both groups once occupied. 

Vernon was already helping Jihoon up, the latter soon reaching his hand out to you. From your position on the floor, you stared up at him for a moment, still in disbelief, however you took his hand. The spark that rushed down your spine had butterflies fluttering in your stomach and with ease, Jihoon pulled you up. In that moment, you took the time to just…look at him. At this point the makeup was gone from his face, the product that was still in his hair was brushed to make it more moveable. He seemed to be taking in your features as well, both caught up in whatever moment, hands not letting go just yet. You were shorter than him by a handful of inches but it was negligible. 

“ They are off in their own world already.” 

“It’s sickening.” 

“Yah, don’t act like you don’t stare at Vernonie like that.” 

Jamie had gone back to speak to a waitress from what you could gather to set up a table for all of you. Hearing the chatter, you and Jihoon both tore your gazes from each other. You felt your cheeks heat up in response to it. Though slightly embarrassed, Jihoon didn’t let your hand go as he walked with you to the dining area. Jamie and Joshua being the kind people they were had taken it upon themselves to help the poor waitress move the tables together. 

Before you knew it, Jihoon had pulled a chair out for you, watching with wide eyes to see if you’d take his silent offer. To your defense, you knew he’d look like a kicked puppy if you didn’t so you sat down, watching as he let your hand go and sat beside you. Your clear purse was dropped on the table in front of you by Kazuki who sat to your left – being a bit protective – across from him was Jamie. Looking across the table you saw Seokmin and Seungkwan across from you and Jihoon with Vernon across from Joshua. 

“ We had already placed our orders before this whole ordeal.” Jamie started, with Seokmin beside him nodding and stating they had too. 

Folding your hands in your lap, you kept your gaze low but could feel the eyes of a few new companions staring. How do you interact with a group of idols when one of them is your soulmate? Yeah, no one had written a fancy scholar book on that one. Not that it would have helped in this situation to be fair. The idle noise of the waitress walking around, the quiet music from the speakers, and shifting in seats was starting to gnaw at the reality. 

“ I’m Y/N by the way.” You managed to mutter out, cracking your knuckles under the table. You motioned towards your friends. “ Kazuki and Jamie.” 

“ Nice to meet you!” Across the table, Seokmin was leaning forward with his elbows on the table, a bright smile – one you’ve said was the sun itself – aimed in your direction. “ And you probably already know who we are. ” He winked, only wishing to tease you, which made you want to fall into the abyss. 

“ How do you know Korean?” You hear Jihoon speak up, leaning back to be more comfortable in the chair. “ You don’t have that bad of an accent.” 

“I took up classes online in highschool and majored in linguistics and international business in college. I handle business with Korea almost daily and my team focuses on that. I guess when you use it a lot you get used to it.” You see a few of them nod. 

The waitress came out to break the tension in the air with your food and it dawned on you that you were ungodly hungry. Eating in relative silence gave you a moment to process everything.

Number one, your soulmate was Lee Jihoon of Seventeen. You know, a worldwide super star, loved by many, an amazing producer, made all of the songs you loved so much. 

Number two, you were soulmates with Lee fucking Jihoon of Seventeen and he was sitting beside you, eating a god damn fully loaded cheese burger at a diner in New York at midnight.

Number three, everything was about to change – you knew that – but you also knew that stressing about it would make everything so much worse. 

As the group ate, Seungkwan was the first to break the ice again. Hearing your name being called, you looked up, fork holding a bundled serving of gravy and cheese covered fries about to be devoured. 

“ Now you have to be honest here,” You watch as he rests his elbow on the table and holds his chin in his hand, the other having his fork pointed at you. “ Who is your bias in Seventeen?”  

Jamie and Kazuki both choke on their food, clearly trying to hold in the laughter that was still sputtering out between coughs. Seungkwan had the most cocky grin plastered on his face while Seokmin was buzzing with excitement. A quick look at Jihoon showed he too was interested in the answer, even a look of hope lingering in his eyes. 

You were about to break this poor man’s heart- 

“ Well- Okay so I think having a bias in Seventeen is unfair, you know?” You began which only egged Jamie on to start wheeze-laughing, only fueling the flush creeping onto your cheeks to flare more. “ There is just so many of you guys and it’s hard to pick-” 

“Oh god my sides hurt-” Jamie cut in, leaning away from Seokmin and trying to catch his breath.

“Just give it up-” Kazuki snorted, “ You aren’t gonna win- ” 

You had placed your fork down, covering your face with both hands as you laughed at yourself, not wanting the others to see the dejected look on your face. “Don’t laugh, please, I will cry-” 

“It can’t be that bad, I think Jihoonie would understand.” Despite the reassurance in Joshua’s voice, you didn’t feel any better. 

“ It’s Scoups.” 

The table erupted in chaos. Pure. Chaos. Laughter, comments, even playful bullying was aimed towards Jihoon mainly. 

Deep in your chest, you felt the smallest pang of jealousy but amusement nestled beside it. You found yourself laughing too, looking over to your soulmate only to find him shaking his head with disbelief written across his face. A part of you was happy he wasn’t annoyed, but the jealousy was understandable given the situation. 

You don’t know how long you were sitting at the table. After the wonderful question Seungkwan asked, things just felt more…normal. While you were still a little anxious, talking to them like normal people rather than idols was nice, comfortable even. Beside you, Jihoon had scooted his chair the slightest bit closer and naturally you found yourself leaning towards him with no prompting, more like you were drawn to him. 

“ Oh shit, I forgot my phone was on do not disturb.” Hearing Joshua curse had you leaning forward to see if everything was okay. “ Managers are looking for us, it’s two in the morning. I’m letting them know where we are so they can come get us. We have to tell them about Y/N.” 

Waving the waitress over, you whispered to her and slid her your card, wanting to pay for everyone. A complaint was heard from your side and a card was raised into your vision. 

“Use this, please.” Jihoon’s voice spoke up in English. “ Don’t argue.” He aims the second half of his words to you. 

The waitress looks to you and winks, taking Jihoon’s card and leaves your card in your hand. 

“ Did you just-” 

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He cuts you off, sitting back once more and fiddled around with notifications on his phone. The waitress came back soon and returned the card and the receipt. 

“Ridiculous.” 

It takes little to no time for one of the three managers – the newest one, you note–  that wrangles Seventeen to walk in with one of their security personnel not far behind, a mask covering his face, but confusion and worry furrowing his eyebrows. 

“Who is this?” The newcomer's voice was on high alert, eying you and your friends. 

Before you could answer, Jihoon raises his wrist, gently taking yours into his other hand to show the timers at zero. There was a long pause, the manager just deadpan staring at the scene before him. Jihoon had released your arm but placed his own on the back of your chair. The unknown expression was stirring up uneasiness, it was radiating through the bond you shared and you felt the arm draped behind the chair come to rest against your shoulders. 

“ And no warning to me? Come on, we’ve talked about this-” The manager complained, an exasperated look gracing his face as he tugged the mask down. “ She is going to need to come back with us and sign NDAs, talk with the other two and we’d need to get her filled in on flights-” The tangent he began was a long winded one, you felt tired just hearing everything you needed to do.

For the second time tonight it dawned on you. Everything was about to change. You’d be traveling with him, moving across the world, adapting to a whole new way of living because of this. You’d be leaving your friends and your family, having to navigate something with a partner you’ve literally just met- 

You didn’t realize you were spiraling until Jihoon was turning your chair to him, both hands placed firmly on your shoulders. What was worse? You were on the brink of an anxiety attack. The panicked expression Jihoon wore only managed to make you feel worse because you  were making him feel that way. While the touch of your soulmate was keeping you grounded and the bond was trying its damnedest to alleviate the panic, you didn’t know how to voice more. 

As if he was miles away, you hear Jamie say something and soon you were being pulled into firm arms, encompassing you in a tight hug. He was pulling your head down to his shoulder, giving you the space to hide the oncoming tears from everyone’s view. Apologies were weakly falling from your lips, hoping to compose yourself soon yet the realization hurt. You just didn’t know it would hurt this bad.

[swabsandcream]

No Ordinary Fan [Part 1]

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N finally gets to meet her favorite actor of all time, but something about her manages to grasp the successful actor’s attention.

AN: Jeffrey is portrayed as a single man in this fic.

“Okay. You got this. You’re going to go in there and look him dead in the eye as if he’s not the man of your dreams. I can’t fucking believe this is happening.” Y/N stood in front of her bathroom mirror, undressed with only a towel to cover her as she gave herself a pep-talk. After being a fan of JDM for many years, she had finally been given the opportunity to interact with the actor at a meet and greet taking place in her city. This is something she had been looking forward to for weeks, but once the day finally came, she was overcome with anxiousness. 

Once Y/N had finished her little speech, she stepped out of her bathroom and back into her room to get dressed. She already had the clothes she intended to wear laid out on her bed along with her accessories. It was a casual outfit, because she wasn’t the type to ‘dress up’ even if it was to meet her longtime crush. She figured that this was the perfect time to show off her t-shirt she had purchased from The Walking Dead merchandise store and her pants were regular blue jeans. Her accessories were also merch pieces dedicated to the popular tv show, but her most favorite were the hook earrings that resembled Negan’s bat she managed to find on Etsy. It only took a couple of minutes for her to be fully dressed, and now monitoring the time as she decided to put on a little makeup right before she heads out. In an effort to make it to the event on time, she quickly finished up and grabbed her things to leave, including the two Negan posters she wanted him to sign for her. 

After rushing out of the house and spending a little over a half hour in aggravating traffic, she had finally made it to the building where the meet and greet was taking place. Her heart was racing as she made her way inside, still partly in disbelief about what was going to happen in a matter of minutes. Once she got inside, she went through the motions of gaining entry and was sent to stand in line with the rest of the fans. She made it relatively early, so the line was short enough to where she could see him sitting behind a table and interacting with a fan. Her composure began to unravel as she watched him speak from afar and tuning everything else around her completely out in the process.

Oh my God he looks so much better in person. His slicked back brown hair, salt and pepper beard, and don’t get me started about that smile. Y/N fangirled away in her head as the line grew shorter, and her excitement became more prevalent. Before she knew it, she was next in line behind the person that was standing in front of her. The man she had only fantasized about in her spare time, the one she referred to as her husband on social media, the Jeffrey Dean Morgan was sitting right there. She kept her eyes on him as she patiently waited her turn, and for a second, she could’ve sworn that he had glanced over at her a few times as he was speaking to the other fan. A few minutes later, the fan’s time was up, and it was now Y/N’s turn to introduce herself for the very first time. She took a deep breath and put a smile on her face as she stepped forward, stopping in front of the table directly in front of him. Her ability to speak had been halted for unknown reasons, but still wore a big smile on her face.

“Well, hello there. What’s your name sweetheart?” His voice was deep and husky, on top of the nickname he called her, was gratifying all on its own. She realized she had been quiet for a little bit too long and snapped herself back into reality.

“I’m sorry, I’m- uh...my name is Y/N. Sorry.” 

“No need to apologize Y/N. That is such a lovely name for a beautiful young lady such as yourself.” He spoke to her softly, giving her that killer smile of his. It was almost like he knew that he had a strong effect on her and used it to his advantage. 

“Thank you. I’m such a huge fan and I love all your work.” She tried not to sound too cheerful, keeping her tone as neutral as possible. 

“Is that right?” He let his eyes wander up and down her body. “I see you got a TWD shirt, very nice. But is that what I think it is?” He brought his hands up to his ears and pinched his earlobes, indicating to Y/N that he is inquiring about her earrings. 

“Oh! They’re Lucille earrings, I found them online.” She moved her hand behind her ear to push the jewelry forward, giving Jeffrey a better look. 

“That’s fucking awesome. I can’t really see them from down here though, come closer so I can see them better.” He leaned forward onto the table, using his arms to support him as Y/N bent down to get closer to him. She was now at the same level he was as he remained in his chair, allowing him to touch the hooked earring in her left ear. He then let go of the earring and moved his face much closer to hers, putting his lips up to her ear.

“I’ve had my eye on you ever since you came in here.” Y/N audibly gasped, remaining still as he continued to whisper in her ear. “I’d like to get to know you better, if that’s ok with you.” He promptly moved back from Y/N, awaiting a response as she slowly brought herself up from the table. 

She had a hard time grasping what she had just heard. He very clearly just told her that she caught his interest, and she still felt as if all this was some kind of fever dream. She turned around to see a line of people behind her, all of them being completely clueless about what was going on at that moment. The sound of the actor clearing his throat made her turn back around, seeing him tap his wrist as an indication that they were running out of time. 

“Ok, yes. But how exactly are we supposed to do this?” She was whispering to prevent the people around them from hearing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and slid the phone over to her on the table. He wanted her phone number, so she quickly put it in his phone and saved it under her name. She slid the phone back to him and he put it back into his pocket. Seeing that it was time to say farewell, he reached out and grabbed one of Y/N’s soft hands, giving her one last look with his lustrous, hazel eyes. 

“It’s been really nice meeting you Y/N, and I hope to see you again very soon.” He brought his voice down to a whisper, “and I’ll call you as soon as I’m done here, okay?”

Y/N nodded her head in compliance, hanging on by a thread at the sight of him holding then releasing her hands from his grip. She waved goodbye to her idol as the event coordinator escorted her away. She wanted to make sure that she wasn’t certifiable, and that his entire experience wasn’t all in her head. She pinched herself, gave herself a light smack on the face, and even asked the coordinator if she was dreaming. It all appeared to be happening in real time, and she was going to have a chance to get close to someone she once referred to as her baby daddy. 

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Tag: @artistinyou2

[mewtwowarrior]

In honor of Tron Day, here's my project for my Tron OC Ark that I've been working on or a while now!

I used this base with some modifications to it for everything:

Iyzel Reaar's F2U Female Ref Base

The main modifications I did were to mirror half of it so I didn't have to figure out how to draw the circuits twice, erase certain features I'm not sure Basic programs have, and make the lines solid.

I used Windows 11 Paint's line and shape tools to draw the circuits, with adding a few pixels here and there when needed.

I used the GNU Image Manipulation Program for a lot of the color editing I did and for layering the textures.

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The first two are Ark's base circuits, along with the red rectified version of them for Mars.

I used my friend @quesadillawizard's art and design for Ark - Ark's circuits are based off ones from the DS version of Evolution and Wolfy added more features to them.

I used the reference he made for me to make the circuits and referenced this sketch as well.

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The next two are the Tron/Renegade circuits from Uprising, in both gray and black, as seen in the show.

@tucatalog was super helpful for references!

I mainly used two posts of theirs:

I looked at a few others as well, but I have a list of 50+ of their posts and were flipping between them, so I'm not entirely sure which others I used.

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The next two are Grid scar versions of the Tron/Renegade circuits.

In Ark's backstory, she was captured and tortured by the Occupation. I've played around with different scar configurations for her and I love the idea of them literally carving the Tron circuits out/off of her.

I decided to do a little something different for the scars, I've tried another technique that wasn't much fun, and I'm not sure how to mimic the scars from Uprising.

So, I took some textures I got from Etsy and layered them over each other to try to make something interesting.

Textures I used:

Gemstone Crush

Iridescent Textures

Glassy Textures

Iridescent Glass

Sparkly Glitter

Fake Glitter Particles

I'm not sure if most of these came through, I figured out the glitter ones did a lot of the heavy lifting I wanted, so they're the most visible ones and the ones on top.

Anyway, one is just the Renegade scars and the other is the scars overlaid on Ark's circuits.

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The last two are the circuits and scars over a skintone for circumstances when Ark ends up in the User world.

I like the thought of program circuits being barely visible in the User world, with just a hint of faint iridescence when the light hits them just right.

One of the textures from this pack fit my idea fairly well, so that's what I used:

Iridescent Textures

The scars are the ones I made earlier with a skin tone color overlay to make them blend in.

This is what I started this project for, as I wanted a visual for an RP and a potential fic.

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I've done a smaller scale version of this before, that time I made the scars by repeatedly scribbling over the circuits with multiple different colors, which hurt my hand, lol:

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Anyway, that's my project! It's not perfect, but I'm pretty pleased with how it came out!

A big thanks to @quesadillawizard and @proto-actual for looking them over!

Happy Tron Day!

[thescarlettbitch]

Modern witch tips ✨️

Vehicle edition!

I know it's hard to connect with nature when you're in urban/densely populated areas, or in a big man made machine, but here are some tips that have helped me.

But first, please, please, please if you are feminine/fem presenting, know the dangers of having your car too feminine looking!

Your car is an extension of yourself! Keep it clean, to the best of your abilities. Go through a car wash and imagine it washing away the negativity as well.

Protective stones/spell bottles/sigils. If you're in the broom closet or are worried about the people who frequent your car being weirded out, stick them in the glove compartment, the console, the little door compartments. Use things meant to protect travelers, or just generic protection things.

Air fresheners can be witchy! You can find a hundred shops on Etsy or TikTok that make special air fresheners (for star signs, deities, fictional characters, manifestation, etc), and you can charge them with certain intent or whatever, or make your own!

Playlists that embody the feeling you want for the day. Have a bad bitch Playlist to manifest confidence and play it on your drive. Make a deity playlist and play that to feel them with you as you drive.

Roll down those windows (if safe)! Let the fresh wind wash away your negativity and breathe in the scent of the earth (if it's safe!)

Take backroads, stay off main drags, take in the natural surroundings. (Again, if safe) don't be afraid to use a GPS so you don't get lost

Park your car in a park, if possible, as often as you can. Visit parks, they can help you reconnect.

Go for a litter drive, as I call it, don protective clothing (like gloves) and pick up bits of litter you find SAFELY and dispose of it correctly.

Key chains made with protective crystals, rear view mirror hanging witches ladder, Decals with sigils, stickers on the dash, etc. (Remember, it can be dangerous to have your car be clearly owned by a woman, so be careful, I personally take my overly fem seeming decorations down when I am parking in urban areas.

Lock your mirrors! Make sure no bad energy can get trapped in there and that nothing can come out.

And I think that's all I got! Feel free to drop more. Stay safe, drive safe, be witchy, blessed be <3

[undeadsourpatchkid]

assorted papa headcanons

Secondo and Copia are two different types of theater kids: anti-Hamilton theater purist vs. gleek

Primo was really into DnD when it got popular in the 80s (he always played as a wizard)

Terzo loves helping new ghouls adjust to the human realm - he was the first papa to become fluent in ghoulish (thanks to Omega)

They didn't need to learn, as "Papa" is lead singer and band/church figurehead, but each has a preferred instrument they like to play: drums for Primo, bass guitar for Secondo, guitar for Terzo, and piano for Copia

fuck their canon ages, Primo and Secondo were born mid-to-late 50s (i feel like them having the same mom would make sense, maybe irish twins?), Terzo between '62 and '65, and Copia somewhere in '69 or '70 (shortly after the release of seven inches)

Terzo for sure would be addicted to shopping on etsy

Secondo and Primo did a double drag routine for a short stint in their 20s - Secondo learned how to strut in pleasers when they gained popularity in the late 90s because of this

Copia is the resident history nerd - loves talking about the Roman empire, triangle shirtwaist factory incident, the radium girls, etc

Copia has his rats and Secondo has his snakes, but the closest Primo got to a pet was a huge, black, furry "dog" that would only visit him in the gardens after the sun set. Terzo nearly pissed his pants when he saw it for the first time and the ghouls said it was a hellhound, but to Primo that's just Beelzebubba (who eats anything but is particularly fond of the carbonara leftovers from dinner)

Primo smokes weed, not much of a drinker. Copia is the opposite (he greened out during a midnight mass when he was a bishop) and loves red wine. Terzo uses a bowl that looks like a kitty paw and Secondo drinks vodka like water/is very fond of cuban cigars

Primo would have the most insane dad lore. he's the type of guy to casually drop the fact that he got arrested in '78 for running from the cops in a foreign country and pretend like it isn't a big deal

Primo, Secondo, Terzo, and Copia are the names they received when they ascended to cardinal - I think their names would be something like Basilio, Fausto, Antonio, and Remigio

Copia didn't want to get plastic surgery after becoming Papa - Sister Imp. was only able to convince him of it after killing his brothers the others died because he saw too much of them when he looked in the mirror :(

and one more thing about that -> Copia had nothing to do with the killings of the previous Papas. Sister orchestrated it herself and passed it off as something beneficial to the new papacy, which he couldn't stop due to him being a mama's boy

[uanshifter]

WHAT'S IN MY BAG; NEVERMORE DR EDITION

[inspired by the lovely @hrrtshape]

THE BAG

LIP PRODUCTS; my favourite lip stain and lip gloss from my cr because i feel naked without them now lol.

LIQUID EYESHADOW; i use this as a highlighter in my cr and again, can't just go about my day in my dr without having a blinding sparkle on the tip of my nose! but my nose gets itchy a lot and it rubs off, so i have to keep it in my bag at all times to reapply through the day.

COMPACT MIRROR; i promise this is the [second] last item from my cr. i got this in a mystery box from etsy and love it so much, so in the bag it goes!

POLAROID; the picture of my future wife tucked safely in my wallet so i can stare at her even when she's not around 🤍🩷

BUNNY WALLET cute. that's all

HEADPHONES; my autistic ears need protection from the loud ass people in the town & the machines at the weathervane. i’m too scared to actually listen to music outside in case something embarrassing happens to me and someone tries to tell me 😔😔

NUTRI GRAIN; studying makes me hungry. favourite cr snack

MINI SKETCHBOOK, PENCILS & ERASER; i like to doodle while i'm waiting on my friends or sitting alone in the weathervane. my big sketchbook is too bulky, so i have a little tiny one for doodling beautiful people ordering their coffees or birds sitting on the windowsill

KINDLE; kind of self explanatory. i like to read

STRAWBERRY POUNDCAKE; one of my FAVOURITE scents in my cr. if i run into my future wife outside of school, i need to smell beautiful.

[bi-dykes]

How do you get into the perspective of your OC(s)? What were the first few things you did to get into their character and understand them better?

I absolutely love this question bc it led to me re reading my own work 😂

I somehow got to my my characters very well without ever putting my book in first person. It’s all third person, sub for one character who breaks the fourth wall and sometimes speaks without quotation marks.

I was inspired by Shannon Hale’s run of Ever After High (Ever After High has at least three different book series by three different authors, plus a Netflix tv series- it’s like a miniature MCU but with better characterization lmao) and I can arguably say that Shannon Hale has the best material on all of Ever After High.

Here is an example (the image is sourced from Etsy) of how a character breaks the containment of using proper formatting of quotation marks and speaks directly to the narrator

I do this as well. Different font, and then I write it like a text message going back and forth, disregarding quotation marks or proper formatting. However this only happens a couple of times per book for my character, and a handful (4-5) times in Ever After High.

I know my characters far too well. The main eight are like children to me, I know their deepest desire and darkest fear and coping mechanism and guilty pleasure. I have been with them for over 5 years without finishing my novel. The time has been spent with making playlists and drawing pictures and creating Pinterest boards and writing things that I don’t intend to publish or include in the final manuscript (hehehe fanfiction by the author) because I simply like to explore them in different situations. My books are going to be in third person, but I ocassionally write in first person, even if I’m planning on just deleting it, because I just like to practice getting in my characters’ heads when I have writers block.

I follow the “worst” writing advice ever. I base many traits for my OCs off of myself, which could be seen as making them Mary Sues. I write them like real people, adding in stupid dialogue of them stuttering or accidentally interrupting one another and then saying “oh sorry, you go first”. I write smut about my favourite OC ships knowing that I’ll never include it in the final draft of my book, just because I want to write about what’s happening “off screen” and what my characters are doing when the reader isn’t looking (although there are indeed some sex scenes in my book, I do like to write additional ones that aren’t nearly as eloquent or have any plans to include it in the published novel). I started my second draft before my first draft was finished, solely because I understood my writing style had improved so abruptly and the characters had evolved so much, I needed to start fresh. I look in the mirror and act out my character’s conversations with one another or their fight scenes or how they wave their hands around like Elsa conjuring magic. I take breaks for months and when I finally sit down and write, I’ll either write 5 words, or 2205 words in one sitting, and not often anything in between.

I have horrible writing advice, and I suggest you take any of it that you’d like or that resonated with you, because it has brought me so much joy in my life and has helped me gradually get to know my characters like new friends who become family.

I’ve been told that my writing “flows like butter” which is so odd because I juggle 4 protagonists, 2 antagonists, and 2 deuteragonists. They don’t “all fit”, but they all have a role to play. Like the delicious fries on the side of the burger, the whole meal. Your characters don’t need to be stars. They just need to be memorable. And I know they will be. Your mind is more capable than you think.

Like honestly, just word vomit on the page and write silly stuff. It will be the most human, glorious, flawed, messy, endearing, and passionate writing you’ll see. Just go create chaos. And play with your characters like Barbie dolls. In a little while, you’ll know them like you know yourself.

At the end of the day, anything you write will be an achievement because you took nothing and turned it into something, transformed a blank page into a series of words and letters. That’s god behaviour right there. Even if it’s shitty writing, you created it from scratch.

But also, don’t worry about setting deadlines and timelines. I’ve been at this since grade 10 and now I’m in university and I’m still not done. Let your characters marinate and soak and rest in your mind. Let them grow. There is no rush. All is well 💜 and one day your characters will grow like little plants from seeds 🫂🫂🫂💕💕💕 just be patient with yourself, and have fun with getting to know your characters!