#h: berets

[ophilosoraptoro]

THE TRUE STORY OF MORE THAN $100 BILLION OF CIA DRUG MONEY- General Ferrera and the Five Star Trust

[floorpancakes]

gotta free this loser from wip jail

[moonlightcycle571]

Rock of Eternity Getting Offerings because they deserve it

I like to think that whenever there’s a magical artifact that needs containment, Billy just… takes it. Here is how it started.

Billy, after defeating an evil wizard: so… what do I do with the Staff???

Solomon: it cannot be kept in the world of man, it’s far to dangerous. You must destr-

Achilles: NEW LAMP

Hemrmes: YESSSSSSSS

Hercules: WAR TROPHY

Solomon: that is highly irresponsible, we cannot keep highly volatile objects for ‘the aesthetic’

Zeus: the burning violon

Solomon:

Solomon: well some decor never hurt anyone.

*and*

JL, after a long battle: Finally the foe has been vanquished! Now to find a secure place to stor-

Marvel, yoinks it and yeets it in a portal: done

Everyone present: w h a t

*or*

Amanda Waller: -thus the proof we need to detain you for breaking into secure government location and theft of a classified artifact

Marvel: *points to the screen* that’s not me

Waller: that’s litterally you in a French beret and a fake mustach

Marvel: I don’t know who that is, but they do look dashingly handsome. And look like a Gustavo. Probably a French mime who failed mime class and left on a journey of self discovery.

Waller: you can’t be serious

Captain Atom, fuck the government rn: I don’t know, Cap doesn’t have a mustach

Batman: the mime theory seems like a pretty sold theory to me

Several people (heroes, civilians, villains and all in between) telling Cap was with them as the time at the crime, each of them being vastly different.

Waller: this mf secretly a mass manipulator???

*or*

Cap, fighting in a museum:

Hermès: Ooh I know this pendant. Super magical, super cool.

Cap, on instinct, puts in pocket dimension to put it on the Rock:

Flash: … did I witness a theft????

Wether the pendant was actually magic or just a shiny jewel Hermes wanted is up for interpretation.

Anyways that’s how whenever he finds magical artefacts or books or whatnot, he just puts them in the Rock of Eternity. It’s a logical solution, as it serves as a place to safeguard and examine, and maybe purify some objects to use later.

The Wizard is so done. It started off as ‘dangerous artefacts to be relocated when a suitable place is found’ but then it became the go to storage and all the stuff just stays.

Thé Rock in the other hand, loves it. Getting more and more offerings by their new champion really shows how loved they are. It’s has been way too long since they got any offerings and new additions, so the newest champion giving them plenty of nourishment / stimulation is as if they are being spoiled.

Billy, brings an ancient cursed crown:

Wizard: another one???

Rock, already pushing Wizard aside: FOR ME!!!! TYTYTYYTY OH MY ME YOU ARE GOING TO LOOK SO CUTE WOTH THIS HOLD ONE LET ME JUST REPLACE THE MAGOC WOTH MINE

Five hours later Billy is chilling in one of the thrones with his new crown and one of his magic cape to match.

In conclusion, Billy is like a cat bringing a mouse in the house, except the mouse is actually a rubix cube that sometimes turns into sushi.

Yes Billy did bring a magic rubix cube that makes sushi when completed. Now I kinda want sushi ngl

[djarrex]

submerged

Steb x f!reader

read on ao3 (more warnings and notes here too) | masterlist

Steb comes home after a long day and the two of you take a nice soak in the tub.

a/n: I don't recall buying the ticket but I hopped on the Steb train real fast - anyway, here we are. smut. +18 only. about 2.9k words.

After being on shift all day, Steb enters your home and walks toward you, peeling off his beret and setting it down on the counter. His duffle bag slides off his shoulders and plops unceremoniously to the floor, and just like always, he greets you with a kiss while wrapped in his arms.

“I've filled the tub.” You tilt your head to the side, and he hums in acknowledgement. One of Steb’s favorite ways to decompress after a shift is to take a nice soak, to sit relaxed while temperate waters work to rehydrate and regulate himself. His appreciation is displayed with how his features soften at the sight of you, the longer, drawn-out and thoughtful hum he emits.

“Hungry?” you ask sweetly enough, your hands delicately running from his exposed neck down the thick uniform fabric and metal accents covering his arms. Your hands find his gloved ones, intertwining your fingers. You feel him start to melt into it. “I can start on dinner while you soak for a bit. Recharge.”

You go to pull away, but Steb’s fingers tighten around yours. You raise a curious brow, but your impending inquiry dies on your tongue once you register the look in his icy eyes followed by the subtle nudge of his head toward the direction of the bathroom. 

Join me. 

A knowing smile forms on his lips upon your wordless understanding. You peck him on the lips, and squeeze his hand tighter. 

Steb guides you into the bathroom. The two of you begin to shed each other of your clothing, working at buttons and fastenings, peeling off a layer at a time. As more layers are removed until he's standing bare in front of you, you shamelessly ogle at him. The sight of his body never fails to make your heart skip a beat. Fins and wispy frills protrude from the blue-green hues that color his skin. Stripes of darker shades stretch from his brows and disappear beneath thick, slicked back hair of a heavier shade of teal; the same patterns crawl down the back of his neck, his thighs and abdomen, while symmetrical blotches of scales pepper the planes of his biceps and down his forearms.

You trace a finger along his lithe abdomen, the thinnest sheen of film barely collecting underneath your nail. Your palm rests between his pectorals and Steb’s chest vibrates at your touch, the short, fanned frills above his cheekbones flickering rhythmically.

You pause to dip your hand in the water, gauging its temperature. It's still pleasantly warm, not too overbearing for Steb. 

“Long day?”

His ears flicker backward and his eyelids blink slowly as he gazes at you, offering a telling dip of his head and twist of his lips. You can feel just how dry his skin is compared to normal, but along with that, the invisible yet imposing weight sits on his shoulders, bending his spine in an almost slumped way, contrast to his usual well-kept posture. Steb works so hard, cares so hard, and even though the war ended, things are still taking a toll on him. 

Reassuring him with a smile, you cup his chin and run the pad of your thumb just below his pout, playfully pulling down his bottom lip. “Let’s get you into the tub, handsome.”

Steb’s eyes light up at the praise, then his pupils darken among the sea of glacier blue just as quickly. You take his hand and walk with him to the edge of the elongated basin, and being the gentleman that he is, Steb guides you into the water first. You scoot away from the wall of it, leaving room as he takes his place behind you. His long legs stretch out as much as they can on either side of you–leaving just a slight bend in his knees–his hands pulling at your shoulders to urge you backward. Your head rests against his shoulder, your nose inhaling his natural scent of what you always describe to him as the earthy undertones of lush vegetation growing along a riverbank.

“Better?” you ask him with a tilt of your head upward to see his face. Steb looks down at you with a content, calming gaze, and you get lost in the subtle ombre of orange and pink that colors his external eyelids and the contours of his nasal bridge. He clocks your lingering stare, and huffs a chuckle. 

Your hands find themselves running up and down his thighs, pushing into the muscles to ease some tension. The massage elicits a low dragging hum, and you continue, pressing yourself even further back into him to reach higher up near his hips.

Steb wants to return the favor. He always does.

His skilled, precise hands work at your shoulders just before they curve up to your neck, kneading your muscles with the right amount of pressure to make you reciprocate with a similar sound of your own. Medically trained, Steb knows exactly what spots to hit and how hard to hit them.

“That feels so good.”

He hums, and then his hands are moving again – palms now cupping your breasts. Nimble fingers swipe across your pebbled nipples and an unmistakable heat rushes to your core. As he's touching you, you don’t miss the awakening twitch of his cock against your lower back, the feel of the bulbous head curiously poking at you. You bite your lip, looking up to see his reaction; a contrasting rosy tint has since grown across his cheeks and his lips have parted ever so slightly. 

You scoot up just a tad so you can twist your body to face him at an angle, just enough to where you can slide your hand down his tensing abdomen below the water line to grasp at his hardening cock. Always cautious at first with his sensitivity, you watch as the short, delicate frills lining the underside flicker with your touch through the ripples of the water. Steb releases a soft groan from deep in his throat when you close your hand around him and give a few experimental pumps, relishing the way he feels within your palm. When you start to grip a little harder and move a little quicker, his head falls back against the edge of the tub with a comical ‘thud’, and the both of you let out a simultaneous huff of laughter. 

Once he's throbbing and starting to pant, Steb pauses your ministrations with a gentle grasp of your wrist, his eyes signaling what he really wants with a devastatingly soft yet lustful stare. His thumb absently traces the skin on your wrist.

“Is this what you're needing, handsome?”

Normally this look in his eyes–determined with a haze of lust–says enough, but his lips find your ear, the plush of them parting.

“Need you.”

His voice, slightly raspy with what could be explained as disuse or desire–or a pleasant blend of both–never fails to thrill you in the most inexplicable ways. You savor hearing that rich, velvety sound of him formulating his thoughts into words, rare as it may be.

“Have me, Steb. I'm yours.”

You fully turn around to meet him face to face, with his blissfully lustful gaze watching your every move: When you allow him the space to adjust so you're straddling his thighs, and when you take his cock in your hand as you lift yourself with the help of your other hand on his shoulder. He always wants to watch your face as he enters you; it's a high that strokes his kempt ego, knowing he's the one to get you to make those pretty expressions and devastatingly sexy sounds.

Pumping his cock slowly with his natural lubrication sliding under your palm, you recall the time when you'd found out just how heightened Steb's senses can become when he's operating in wetter conditions, whether it's being on shift in the rainfall on an overcast day, or taking a quick reset in the shower. Sharper hearing, crisper eyesight. The way his body reacted to physical touch within this very tub now has a debauched idea popping into your mind. You're intrigued. How much better would sex be for him in water?

Since you’ve been paused in thought, a question mark etches its way onto his expression. Adorable, you mentally note. A sultry smirk pulls at your lips. His cock still in your hand, swollen and leaking from just above the water line, you tease the darkened head with a swipe of your finger along the slit. Steb shivers.

“How long was it that you could stay underwater?”

Eyes blowing wide, he nods eagerly. Adorable, again. If there ever was an inkling of apprehension on his end, it’s unabashedly tossed to the wind. Steb understands exactly what you’re suggesting, and hastily moves toward the center of the tub. He immerses himself into the water, his knees bent behind you. All of the gills on his upper body submerged, you finally lower yourself onto his cock and moan at how he totally fills you. It takes a moment or two, but once you get accustomed to the feeling of him inside of you again, you start to ride him in earnest. You rest your hands on his chest, using his sturdy body to keep up your momentum and effectively keeping him pinned to the bottom of the tub. His crystal eyes are piercing through the rippling water, carefully watching your expressions as you use his body to keep yourself moving, the water softly splashing around you and threatening to spill over the edge. 

Briefly slowing your motions, you remove a palm from his chest to delicately grasp at his chin, a tender gesture that the both of you know well. 

Is this okay? 

Steb takes his hand and encircles your wrist with those deft fingers, bringing it up to rest just above the gills on his jawline and nuzzles into your palm. Tiny air bubbles pop silently on the surface. His eyelids briefly shut. 

I’m fine – feels so good like this – keep going.

He releases your hand then, instead running his own up and down your thighs. You keep your eyes on him as you focus on your angle, aiming to hit that spot that makes you see stars. Steb is beautiful already, but something about the way he looks under the water – skin glistening with an almost luminescent quality, his frills and hair flowing freely, the mesmerizing way his gills pulsate with breaths –  you're fixated.

His freshly-hydrated skin feels all the more smooth against your own, but slippery as well. You start to struggle with keeping yourself perfectly balanced, and when you meet his groin on every downward thrust, you begin gyrating from side to side. Sensing the struggle, Steb taps your wrist and you allow him to emerge from the bottom, water sloshing messily and actually pouring over the edge of the tub. While his head turns to the side to assess the mess, droplets of water trickle tantalizingly down the cords of his neck and chest until they rejoin the source at the waterline at his abdomen.

“Was that okay?”

He looks back at you. Nodding, Steb’s eyes crinkle with a smile. His cock still blissfully impaling you, you're pulled flush against him. Strong arms wrap around you, holding you close. The throbbing deep inside your cunt has you wiggling impatiently, earning you a coy chuckle punctuated by him recapturing your lips for a deep kiss.

He grunts against your lips at that.

“Needy,” he notes, a playful smile curving his own. Before you can protest, Steb jerks his hips, and soon he's moving his body with yours in a crazed dance. His hands run up and down your back, pausing every so often to hold you impossibly closer as you rock into one another, the feeling of his rough fingertips surely leaving imprints in your skin. 

The weight of his breaths–ones that carry whispers of pleasure–tumble down your throat. Your fingers move to brush back his dampened hair, nails scratching his scalp. Every little touch you grace him with, pulls hurt noises and whimpers within the confines of his throat, and you want to hear them over and over again – intoxicated. Leaving his scalp, your fingers continue along the base of his skull, ghosting above the short fins that start to protrude there, and then you move down his neck and back, careful to not roughly scratch the ones that line the length of his spine. The almost liquidy, viscous groan that Steb lets out in response makes you clench around his cock, and just like that, you feel him throb deep inside of you with his release, panting heavily, his body twitching within your arms in the aftermath. 

Steb holds you for a moment longer before untangling his slippery limbs from yours. It takes only seconds for him to scoot you back against the opposite wall of the tub, part your thighs, and easily slip two fingers into your cunt. It isn’t long before he curls them, thrusting his long digits rapidly and determined. 

Your hand smacks against the lip of the tub, and the other quickly darts to grab at his hair.

“Sh-Shit – Steb…”

A cocky smirk and a grunt to match – ears twitching. He feels inebriated when you speak his name in such a way, and it gives him the extra push to work quicker, harder, until you’re a blubbering mess. The water splashes around where his wrist continuously plunges with his motions. The corded muscles in his forearm bulge with exertion. You’re weightless sitting in this tub but every muscle is tense and every nerve feels like a fraying thread. You watch, transfixed, on how his fingers draw in and out of your cunt beneath the water line until you can’t. It’s too much but oddly not even close to being enough. You want to reach that peak. It’s close – you’re close. Your head lulls with the rush of blood and adrenaline, tipping backward.

Steb won’t have that, though.

Suddenly he pulls his fingers from you and out from the water, instead grasping your chin to angle your head back upright. The look in his eyes has a slight bite but lacks any venom – yet you’re instantly sobered all the same. There’s a slight flutter in your core at this side of him. Sometimes even your quiet, caring, selfless Steb can take charge.

Your chin is released once your undivided attention is back on him. The shape of a V made with his index and middle fingers taps once, twice just below his eyes, and the frills on his face flutter in time. The wordless command is one you understand implicitly. 

Eyes on me.

You nod, loyal, eager to revisit where your body was heading before. “Please.”

A softer haze fills the look in his eyes then, satisfied with your compliance as much as it is charming. Even after taking you like this, claiming you with fervor, Steb is still the sweet, gentle man you’ve grown extremely fond of. Your pride swells knowing that you’re the only one to see him, to understand him in ways far beyond what meets the eye. Gratitude swells in your chest. You want to kiss him.

The moment is over when his fingers stuff back into your cunt.

The same devastating pace at which he finger fucks you quickly brings you back to where you wanted to be, just moments before finally tipping over. Only now, you’re looking right at his face, at the way his frills flutter and how his ears involuntarily twitch in response to every sound you make as he focuses solely on the way you’re feeling. His warm yet icy eyes are glued to your own, and somehow meeting them is more lethal than you can anticipate. 

“I’m close–”

Steb leans toward you. You think he’s going to kiss you, to tangle his tongue with yours in an intimate gesture that is like a soothing balm through it all, but–

“Come.”

You were wrong: Hearing Steb’s gruff voice tell you–no, command you–was the most lethal weapon that sent white-hot pleasure searing through every fiber of your being, not just tipping you but launching you over the edge, sending you soaring through your climax. A high-pitched whine tears itself from your throat, pruned toes curling with it. Steb does lean in to kiss you then, doing exactly what you had thought he was going to do before, only moments later. His fingers move slower as you writhe and clench around them. You continuously hum into him, an evident smile shaping his lips.

Everything after that is a blur. At some point, Steb guided you out of the tub, carefully, because the water that had spilt on the floor had been clocked as a safety hazard, somewhere in the throes of it all. You were wrapped in a towel, Steb on his knees as he dried you off with reverence – then carried to bed, clothed with an extra undershirt of his and buried beneath a blanket right beside him. 

Steb adjusts and turns to face you. He runs the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible but you know the shape of the word well.

[nyc-looks]

Jessi, 44

“I’m wearing an antique quilt jacket from Feur De Flea in Louisville, KY, vintage Evan-Picone pants, vintage Camper boots, vintage beret, and a secondhand H&M blouse. I love color, and mixing patterns and textures in a whimsical way. If it makes me smile, I notice others tend to smile as well. If I’m going to a party with lots of strangers, I tend to wear something that could be an icebreaker. Plus, I try to find everything secondhand! Then I’m more likely to be able to afford it.”

Apr 27, 2023 ∙ Dumbo

[ghostlyviolets33]

Hi, first of all I love your blog<3 The way you portray Violet's style and hobbies is so accurate!

Secondly, what accessories do you think Violet would wear (What type)? I'm talking about hair accessories, jewelry etc.

Hope you have a great day!

That is the biggest compliment <33! Thank you so so much :)

Here's a quick list of accessories Violet wore throughout the show:

fedora / porkpie hats.

pearl bracelets + a pink ribbon tied around her wrist.

tiny silver hoop earrings.

her messenger bag.

coonskin (raccoon) hat.

scarves.

brown sunglasses.

colorful, patterned socks & tights.

crochet beanies.

a teal/blue colored beret.

Violet didn't really wear much jewelry during the show, which I'm quite surprised by! I guess it's because how heavily layered / styled her outfits were, so they didn't really need any extra details.

But if she did wear jewelry, I think she'd wear many rings, bangles, lockets, and other unique-looking jewelry she'd get from thrift shops & antique stores. I also think she'd enjoy making her own jewelry!

Violet didn't really wear any hair accessories during the show either, but I can imagine her wearing claw clips / funky hair clips, and simple headbands as well.

Overall, I would recommend looking for Violet-esque accessories at second-hand stores, and Etsy is a good place to find jewelry! Urban Outfitters, Free People, and H&M carry socks, tights, and hats similar to Vi's style as well.

I apologize for the late reply!! I hope this could help :)

[lizzisimss]

Brown Outfits Lookbook CC List:

1: okruee-amelie-hair, [SC00]SeniorYearRibbedBlazer, serenity_FrilledTurtleneck_accWrist, RidgeportBirdieSkirt, serenity_JoonaBoots, [IDAVALLEN] - WILLOW TIGHTS SET

2: [greenllamas] GOSSIP_Audrey_Hair, serenity_LindsayTop, [arethabee] jessica tied shirt accessory, RidgeportMonetPants, [Jius]PlatformSneaker01, CASTERU_Jimin Backwards Beret Cap

3: simstrouble_FemaleHair_NaiaV2, [AxA_Girlboss]-EmilyTop_V2, GCSSkirt_Sep22PlaidPatternedMidiSkirt, Madlen Olga Boots

4: [greenllamas] Honey_Hair_V2, [AxA]-Beret, serenity_SP26_SweaterSkirtHalfTuck, [AxA] - OliveSkirt, [Jius]PlatformKneeHighBoots01, Solistair_ToastyToes_08_OverKnee_MF_Hibiscus, RidgeportMynxTights

5: CLUMSYALIEN [NEVY HAIR], [greenllamas] DTWN_Jordan_Jacket, serenity_CargoMiniSkirt, Dyoreos – Carnival Boots, HUIEN- Old School merged (beret),

6: [Aladdin] Megan Hair, [AH00B]-AlynaTop_V1, AdrienPastel x Jan2022_CandiceAccTurtleneck, serenity_SP26_SkirtPleated, [Jius]LeatherPlatformAnkleBoots01

7: simstrouble_FemaleHair_ZenaisV2, serenity_af_ShortTank, Elliesimple_fBottom_RibKnitTrousers, [Jius]ChainLoaferMules01, casteru - yfHat_Messenger Bag_031020

8: [boonstow] lauren hairstyle, Sentate-2022-MiucciaSweater, Elliesimple_fBottom_WidePants, [Jius]KnittedSocks02, [Jius]ChunkyPlatformHeels01, [boonstow] blossoming bow acc

Body: Pralinesims_Nails_Female_N27_SugarMilk, heihu-niunai_cleavageoverlay_mouthcrease, nesurii_lightitup-highlight,  Pralinesims - UltimateEyebrowCollection_MaxisMatch (N134 Jana), Pralinesims - UltimateEyelinerCollection (N18 Elysium, N44 VEOX), PYXIS - ToTheBone_Nosemasks, [ajduckie] Honey Skinblend, Simbience_HauteSkinblend

Makeup: JH Cosmetics - Eyeliner 98, JH Cosmetics - Eyeshadow 108, JH Cosmetics - Eyeshadow 112, [ d r e a m g i r l ] 3 D_l a s h e s_V6, JH [COSMETICS] EYELINER #116, JH [COSMETICS] EYESHADOW #126, JH [COSMETICS] EYESHADOW #135, JH [COSMETICS] EYESHADOW #134, JH [COSMETICS] LIPSTICK #148, LS - KYLIE - dreamy nude blushes, [ d r e a m g i r l ] 3D_l a s h e s_V7, TwistedCat_Glow_Eyeshadow, TwistedCat_Glow_Lipstick, TwistedCat_Prism_Lipstick, TwistedCat_SourFruit_Blush, Pralinesims - UltimateEyelinerCollection, Pralinesims - UltimateLipstickCollection, PS - BlushN29, RemusSirion - Lipstick_233-Proteomics, RemusSirion - Lipstick_241-Sapogenate

Accessories: [greenllamas] GOSSIP_Luna_Necklace, ilkupSolarEarringsMERGED, [arethabee] starr earrings, [SC00]SeniorYearChain, serenity_AliceEarrings, Pralinesims - UltimateEarringCollection, [Liliili] - Earring Collection

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[strawberryteabunny]

Frederick’s 30 Days Day 5: Do you have any off brand / atypical lolita pieces that you use often in your coords?

Yes! This vintage Gunne Sax blouse pops up all the time (along with other vintage/offbrand blouses)- I also like using offbrand printed long sleeved tops for casual coords in cooler months.

I think these three items are my most frequent offbrand/non jfashion things I wear- vintage Gunne Sax blouse, vintage apron, and bustier I sewed lace on (I think from H&M or Target?)

I couldn’t find a coord where I’m wearing all three together (although I’m sure I have), but here’s the blouse and bustier with a Baby skirt (and I’m pretty sure the cherry clips from below are clipped on my headdress too).

I also tend to use a lot of Liz Lisa items, and other himekaji brand stuff like bags, sweaters/cardigans, shoes, and cutsews: a lot of them fit perfectly into lolita IMO even if they’re not from a lolita brand.

Older coord with Liz Lisa cutsew and bag (I have this bag in pink and bordeaux and I wear them all the time), Ank Rouge beret, Honey Cinnamon jacket and offbrand socks I honestly don’t remember where I got.

Some hair accessories I wear a lot-

Either on their own in casual coords, or I tend to add the clips on to rectangle headdresses.

My favorite winter coat is also offbrand; this is from Collectif which does a lot of 1950’s inspired designs. (I also have an AP Bunny-chan coat, but as I wear more red than pink in winter it doesn’t get out as much sadly 😔 )

[brahmsthirdracket]

another little fic from bits of ancient and unfinished google docs - baby lando and max f

2008 

“Hey bug,” Jon doesn’t need to look up from where he’s holding Oli’s kart steady to sense Lando’s presence, “You okay?”

Lando’s quiet for long enough that Jon does look up then, takes in his small, damp figure, the way he’s fiddling with the zip on his jacket.

Jon straightens up.

“You didn’t wanna hang out with those kids?” He can see them through the driving rain on the other side of the car park, roughhousing under one of the other marquees. 

Lando shakes his head, leans his whole body against Jon’s in an unspoken request for comfort. Jon pulls him in for a cuddle.

“Well you can help me then, yeah? Teach me how to be a mechanic?”

He doesn’t let go until he feels a nod against his chest, and Lando blinks up at him with a weak smile.

For all that Lando follows Jon around like a lost puppy in the garage, once he’s pulled his helmet on, it’s all business. Jon’s not sure he’ll ever get used to how fucking good the kid is. 

On the ferry back to Portsmouth Lando trots after Jon out onto the wet, windy deck instead of whacking the buttons on the fruit machines in the lounge with the other kids. 

The deck is practically deserted this time of year, the other passengers taking refuge in cheap pints and chips laced in salt and vinegar. 

They huddle into their raincoats and lean against the railing. Lando’s got the little green frog sporting a striped Breton shirt and beret that had Jon fished out of the bargain bin in the onboard duty free and shoved over the counter with a Snickers and pack of smokes. Lando’s whole face had scrunched up in surprised joy when Jon handed it to him with a Nice work this weekend.

He watches now as Lando gives it a little kiss and tucks it carefully down the front of his raincoat with its froggy face sticking up over the zip. It’s strange, Jon supposes, an adored child of a multimillionaire, in raptures over a cheap toy.

They lean against the railing in companionable silence, content to let the thrum of the ship’s engine and the fine mist of drizzle wash over them.

“Jon?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you be with me forever?”

Jon looks down at him, at his sweet, earnest face, half-hidden by his hood and the frog. His eyes are the same colour as the churning sea and sky.

Jon, shrugs, doesn’t say Until I get a better job than performance coaching nine-year olds. 

“S’long as you need me, bug.”  

“Cool,” says Lando. He turns his face up into the rain and closes his eyes. “We’re gonna win a World Championship then.”

2009 

True to his word, Jon drives down to Glastonbury for the first weekend of the offseason. He sets off while it’s still dark; stops for fuel and bitter, petrol-station coffee that he downs in two, burning gulps somewhere near Dudley, and turns off the M5 just as the sun is coming up over the rolling Somerset hills. 

It’s only been a month or so since he last saw Lando, but it still feels like something’s shifted since Jon started uni. He wonders, again, if he’s out of mind for agreeing to this, agreeing to miss out on Friday nights at the SU and lazy, hungover mornings with bacon sandwiches and embarrassing pictures. The friendships he’s made still feel new, tentative and he knows that none of them understand why he’s missing parties and intramural football to babysit some kid at karting races. 

He doesn’t say that he could work at Spoons and JD and do the night shift at fucking Asda and he still wouldn’t make the money Adam’s offering him to do this. 

He also doesn’t say that it’s not some kid, it’s Lando and he’s going to win a World Championship someday. 

The last few miles through the patchwork green Somerset countryside, the dew still glistening in the patchwork fields and the spires of sleepy villages, somehow feel like coming home. 

The gravel crunches under his wheels as he turns down the wide, poplar-lined driveway. His mum’s Kia feels small and grubby parked next to a Range Rover with brand-new ‘09 plates. He’s half-in, half-out, hastily shovelling the accumulated debris of protein shake bottles, t-shirts and overdue library books onto the backseat, when something small careers into him from behind. 

“Jon!” Lando squeals, vibrating with anticipation and probably sugary cereal. “I missed you!” He’s run out into the driveway barefoot in what must be his little sister’s dressing gown.

“Me too, bug,” Jon says, scooping him up easily. Lando winds his arms around Jon’s neck and keeps up a constant stream of chatter in his ear. 

The kitchen is as warm and noisy as Jon remembers. He sets Lando down onto a countertop, so he can shake hands with his parents. He gives his sisters high-fives and Oli a fist bump; drops down to scratch the elderly retriever behind the ears.

Over tea, toast and scrambled eggs from the family chickens, Adam spreads out a meticulous printed calendar across the table. 

Lando wedges himself in between them, puts his elbow in the butter dish and beams at Jon. 

“You’re gonna be here like, every weekend. How cool is that?”

They talk logistics for most of the morning: new season regulations, upgrades, race calendars and training schedules. Jon’s not sure if he feels sorry for Lando and Oli or envious. It’s not much of a childhood, but perhaps if he’d spent more time doing interval training as a 12 year old, and less time watching Top Gear reruns and eating Monster Munch, he’d be doing something better with his life.

They don’t seem any the worse for it. They show Jon the new Scalextric set up in their playroom and Oli roundly thrashes him at Guitar Hero. 

Lando for his part, provides a running stream of helpful commentary from the arm of the sofa: “You’re like, okay, Jon, well actually you’re kind of slow but you’re trying so hard!”, until Jon decides that Adam is probably paying him for more than Wii golf and drags them both up onto the hills for a bike ride. 

2010

RFM brings a gruelling European schedule, a truly obscene technical and logistical setup and the stocky, baby-faced son of two stockbrokers who’d apparently dominated the Asian circuits. Max is the same age as Lando, curly-haired and just as weird.  

Max is also very good. 

Jon watches them make shy eyes at each other from across the garage for the best part of a morning before he loses patience. 

“Go and play with him,” he tells Lando, who’s making a nuisance of himself under Jon’s feet, and sends him off in Max’s direction with a gentle shove and a football he has no idea what to do with. 

Max turns out to be steady and gentle foil to Lando’s jittery hyperactivity, and by the time they arrive at Genk for the first race of the season, they’ve sporting Lando Norris friendship stickers on their helmets and Jon has to make actual conversation with adults. 

Inseparable as they are, it’s easier than not for Jon to take Max under his wing as well: to get them racing up and down the tiny hotel pools and endless corridors, to wrangle them under a single big umbrella during rain delays, to tuck them into bed together with Wallace and Gromit on Max’s portable DVD player.

“Night, half pints,” Jon murmurs when he comes in to turn off the light. They’re already fast asleep, little hands entwined on top of the covers.

[pink-dino]

I wore my new "Ribbon Scallop" JSK from Meta yesterday for a mini meet with the Berlin comm. We went to Altstadtcafé Cöpenick and it was a super comfortable vintage style location!

JSK: Metamorphose Temps De Fille

Cutsew: Baby The Stars Shine Bright

Cardigan: H&M

Shoes: Bodyline

Beret: Elleni the Label

Pins: Paläa & Myuna Art

Everything else: Offbrand

[coral-and-reef]

A l o h a ! ♪

This is my version of him after 5 years, deciding to explore Splatsville and it's culture. Being 21 now, his personality is more chill and laid-back, although his excellent battling skills never gets old. Since Aloha is mostly outside, he looks more tan due to long exposure of the sun.

Since Sizzle Season has released the Coral Bloom Aloha, the idea of him wearing that was a MUST. Plus, I was kinda disappointed in how the sudden 5 year timeskip in the manga changed nothing except for the protagonists :( but hey, let's get our hopes up and get our bingo card.

I'm really proud of my work :> I'm thinking if doing a Splatoon 3 ver for the rest of the S4.

Gear: Annaki Beret & Glasses, Order Earring Replica, Coral Bloom Aloha, Annaki Strappy Sandals

[dadocisin]

"What's da thang on yer h-h-head for? Mos- most of da Bizz-eee-boys wear da hat. Like dis!" Id points at his own hat. It's covered in sand and dirt. "So wha- s-so wha's dat?" - @bidzzyboy

Ah, itsa head mirror. It’s used to reflect light so eye can examine a bit bettah! Lotta doctah’s nowadays don’t use ‘em

..I used to wear one of tha berets though before i ‘ranked up’. I’m kinda on da level of Capo

[domxmarvel]

Love language 

Pairing:Imogen x Female!Reader

Prompt:K Kiss

It was the third time you had walked this path today,trying to remember all the talking points the guide would go over so you could translate them. As you were walking you noticed a girl who was looking around frantically,like she was trying to find someone. You had seen her with a group of people not too long ago so she probably got separated from them. Before you could think of how you should approach her,there was a gust of wind that blew her beret off. Lucky you were standing in the perfect spot to catch it. She ran over to you and you could see that she was talking,probably thanking you although you couldn’t hear. Now that she was closer,you got a better look at her,she was beautiful. So beautiful that you didn’t realize she had been rambling for the past two minutes. You put your hand up signaling her to pause,you pointed to your ear and shook your head. You could tell there was an ‘oh’ on the way,that was everyone's first instinct when you told them. Pulling up your phone you opened your notes before handing your phone to her. It only took her a few seconds before she gave it back to you.

‘I lost my friends,can you please help me find them?’ Putting your phone away you gave her a nod and a smile,before reaching up to fix her hair and put her beret back on. You gestured for her to hold on to it,making her laugh. You had seen her group a couple of times now so you sort of knew what they looked like. As you were walking you noticed that she was walking very close to you,you were sure she'd be holding your hand if you hadn't just met. When you walked by one of the local bookstores that one of your friends worked part time at,you glanced at the window to see if she was there and she was.She smiled before saying something and walking out to meet you. 

“Y/N,what’s up?” She signed before quickly adding “Who’s your new friend?” You rolled your eyes knowing what she was implying. 

“I’m just helping her find her friends that she got separated from. Have you seen a group of French people? Like five boys and four girls,have you seen them?”

“I did just see a group walk by here a like 10 minutes ago”

“What direction did they go in?” She turned to the girl before answering you,you turned to see that she was talking and turned back to your friend who thankfully translated what she said. She had asked your friend for the time.

“It’s 4:50” You saw her face drop and a look of panic took over,she started rambling so fast that your friend struggled to keep up. But you understood that she needed to get to a meeting point before 5:00. 

“Do you know where it is or any of the buildings around it?” She told your friend the name of a nearby cafe,and you knew if you hurried you’d get there just in time. You gestured for her to follow you before you waved to your friend. You led her to where your scooter was parked,quickly unlocking it before handing her your extra helmet before you put yours on. She got on and put her hands on your shoulders,you tapped her hand and pointed to your waist instead,she moved her hands to your waist as you put in the key and started driving. You felt her hold you tighter as you picked up speed. A few moments later you noticed her grip got less tight as she was distracted looking around,you wished you could’ve seen her face. You reached the cafe and she got off,handing you back the helmet. You saw a group approach you,looking closer you recognized that they were her friends. They started talking,they must’ve said something about you because she turned back to you and quickly back to them. You took off your helmet,fixing your hair as you stood up,giving them a wave hello. She must’ve told them about you not being able to hear since they all waved back. There was a few minutes and you spent them ‘talking’ to the girl which consisted of you passing your phone back and forth,writing everything. You learned that her name was Imogen and you told her yours. You asked her for a photo of the two of you before she left. Before you posted it to your Instagram you handed your phone to her so she could tag her account. Her friends called her over since it was time for them to leave.

***

"Imogen!" I bolted up,looking at Sahar. “I called your name like five times,what are you looking at that’s more important?” I quickly put my phone down,so she couldn’t see that I was scrolling through Y/N Instagram. 

“Sorry the whole break up thing has me a bit annoyed” I lied,not wanting to tell her that I might have feelings for a girl,let alone a girl I had just met not even 12 hours ago. 

“If you’re thinking of taking him back,don’t. You did the right thing,you deserve better”

“You’re right,I shouldn’t think about him” I stared at the ceiling for hours questioning everything I thought I knew.I didn’t know what was happening or what I was feeling but one thing I knew was that I wanted to see her again. 

I barely slept last night and spent the entirety of breakfast yawning,which made everyone ask if I was okay. I still couldn’t get her out of my mind,spending every moment I could on the profile. As we were on our way to the Eiffel tower I took another look,to find that she had made a post to her story. It was her with a tour group,the caption was the locations they’d been going to. The other locations had been crossed out leaving just the Eiffel tower. Just the thought that I might see her again made me both excited and nauseous.

***

The tour was almost over,your hands hurt from how much you signed,the new script was way longer than last years. You couldn’t wait to go grab a coffee and relax,you just had to get through your last stop. There were only three talking points and you were quickly done with the tour,letting everyone wander around and enjoy the view. Just as you were about to leave you saw a black beret flying towards you,you caught it before it could hit your face. You fully turned and once again you were face to face with Imogen. She laughed as she waved to you,walking up. You fixed her hair and set her beret on top of her head once again. You held up two of your fingers,she laughed as she spoke. Despite not hearing her words you could tell she said ‘twice’ just by reading her lips. She seemed to realize her mistake and quickly typed on her phone,before showing you ‘wanna hang out?’ You nodded ‘and could you please teach me some sign language?’ You hadn’t expected her to ask that,but it made you smile.

A few hours later you sat across from her at a cafe,teaching her the basics and making sure you wrote down what they meant. One phrase you made sure to teach her was ‘I don't understand’ you knew she'd need it a lot at the start. 

***

The next day you woke up to a text from Imogen 

‘hey,we’re throwing a birthday party for one of our friends. I was wondering if you’d like to come?’ You smiled at the words.

‘I’d love to,where and when?” She quickly texted you back with the hotel's address and the time. You rummaged through your closet for an outfit,nothing too fancy but you didn’t wanna show up in just a hoodie and jeans. The party was later that night so you had enough time to get ready,you were putting on some makeup when your sister came in. you turned to look at her and she looked shocked 

“What? Where are you going?”

“A party”

“A party” She repeated “You don’t go to parties willingly,what’s going on?” She could see right through you.

“There’s this girl”

“I knew it,” She exclaimed,interrupting you. She was speaking out loud as she signed,probably not realizing. “So what’s she like?” You didn’t describe Imogen the only thing you found yourself signing was 

“She asked me to teach her”

“She did?” She moved closer to you “That’s great,go get her” She was about to leave when you waved to get her attention. 

“What did you want anyway?” She thought for a moment.

“I don’t remember,bye”

***

You texted Imogen when you arrived and she immediately came down to the lobby to get you. She smiled as she looked you over. 

“You’re beautiful” You hadn’t thought her that,so she must’ve learned it on her own and the thought of it made you blush. 

“You too” as you walked you asked “did you learn that for me?” 

“Yes,I learned a few more stuff” You corrected her,showing her to proper sign for ‘things’ she signed back “Yes,i learned a few more things”

“Who’s birthday is it?” She signed back,separate letters this time.

“T-A-R-A” You made it to the door before you could ask anymore questions.

*

The party went well,until they wanted to play truth or dare. You decided to call it a night,and said your goodbyes. Imogen walked you out,you were in the hallway when she moved to stand in front of you. 

“How about we play a round,just the two of us?” 

“Sure,you first. Truth or dare?”

“Truth” You thought for a moment.

“Why did you wanna learn?”

“Because I wanna talk to you”

“But you’re only here for three days”

“I wanna keep talking to you,if you’d like too”

“I would”

“Your turn,truth or dare?” You could tell she was a bit unsure about the signs,she was trying to remember the signs.

“Dare” Her eyes lit up for a second,she stepped closer.

“I dare you to kiss me” You pushed her back against the nearest wall,leaning in closer. She wanted a kiss and you were going to give her one she wouldn’t forget.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Based on the following info, what is the plot of your generic action movie?

For your background, if your first name starts with…

A - you’re an ex-CIA spy

B - you’re an ex-SAS operative

C - you’re an ex-hitman/hitwoman

D - you’re an ex-Green Beret

E - you’re an ex-ROK Special Forces operative

F - you’re an ex-DEA agent

G - you’re an ex-MI6 spy

H - you’re an ex-FBI agent

I - you’re an ex-US Army Ranger

J - you’re an ex-GAFE commando

K - you’re an ex U.S. Coast Guard officer

L - you’re an ex-U.S. Air Force pilot

M - you’re an ex-Secret Service agent

N - you’re a mercenary who is unaffiliated with any nation

O - you’re an ex-NYPD officer / NYPD SWAT

P - you’re an ex-LAPD officer / LAPD SWAT

Q - you’re an ex-ATF agent

R - you’re an ex-U.S. Marine

S - you’re an ex-Delta Force operative

T - you’re an ex-Navy SEAL

U - you’re an ex-MARCOS operative/commando

V - you’re a biker gang member

W - you’re a death row inmate in for some type of heinous crime

X - you’re a survivalist living in the woods

Y - you’re an ex-Joint Task Force 2 operative

Z - you’re an ex-bomb disposal unit operative (EOD)

For your tragic backstory, if your last name starts with…

A - lost your wife/husband

B - lost your son

C - lost your daughter

D - lost your brother

E - lost your sister

F - lost your mother

G - lost your father

H - lost your best friend

I - lost your fiancé/fiancee

J - lost your favorite uncle

K - lost your favorite auntie

L - lost your entire team

M - lost your mentor

N - failed to save a civilian in your last mission

O - lost your protégée

P - lost your partner (non-romantic, work relationship only)

Q - just got out of prison after being falsely accused of a crime

R - dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders

S - betrayed and left for dead by your inner circle

T - lost your ENTIRE family

U - shot and went into a coma that lasted several years

V - quit your profession because of the rampant corruption you were witnessing

W - divorced from your lover

X - shot an innocent, although you had reliable information that they were a bad person

Y - spiritual reawakening that made you leave your life of violence and death

Z - developed PTSD after single-handedly saving your team from a dangerous situation

For your movie’s antagonists, if your birth month is…

January - the cartel

February - foreign terrorists

March - domestic terrorists

April - corrupt government forces trying to eliminate loose ends

May - a hostile country that hates your country

June - an elite team of thieves/bank robbers

July - a doomsday cult

August - a powerful corporation

September - the mafia

October - far-right militia / white supremacist gang

November - a private military company

December - a gang led by your nemesis from the past

[sweetfessions]

do you have any tips on how to do plain text and image descriptions correctly? like how descriptive should I be/not be when describing the image and stuff? I want to be as accessible as I can for people but I'm not sure how exactly to go about it. sorry if this ask is weird or anything, I'm just horrible at describing/explaining things and don't want to look stupid 😭

Absolutely! I'll leave them under the cut as this will be quite long, though ^^

PLAIN TEXT

[PT: Plain Text. END PT.]

When adding plain text, you can add it before or after your message, but adding it before your message renders the actual message kind of useless! I'd personally recommend adding it before. However, directly after still works.

They can be written in a few different ways, some including:

[PT: text. END PT.]

[pt: text. end pt.]

PT: text. END PT.

pt: text. end pt.

You should drop all TQs and type with proper grammar when typing out a plain text. For example, "Hewwo! Nyice tu mweet yu!! Mwy name is [X]" would become "PT: Hello! Nice to meet you! My name is [X]" or "H♡w are y♡u t♡day?" would become "PT: How are you today? END PT."

You should never put the plain text (or image ID) under the cut as when accounts are deactivated, which happens often in the MOGAIblr community, you are no longer able to access the 'Read More' section. This is why most archive blogs add in the under the cut text when reblogging posts.

IMAGE IDS

[PT: Image IDs. END PT.]

When making an image ID, you can put the ID in either the alt text feature (accessible in the three dots present on the image on mobile or the three dots that appear when you hover over it on PC) or after the image in the post.

There's a few ways you can write out IDs, whether in alt text or just the post.

[IMAGE ID: text. END ID.]

[ID: text. END ID.]

ID: text. END ID.

id: text. end id.

[id: text. end id.]

I usually try to be descriptive enough to get the point across when making my image IDs! For example, with this image: ( AC: @petasawa )

[IMAGE ID: A pale, white-haired girl with pastel pink eyes and glasses is sitting on her knees looking up at the camera. She has one hand up, with a ring/bandaid on her middle finger. Her hair is tied into two short pigtails and she's wearing a primarily white-and-black beret. She has a loose, short-sleeved vest-like top with a baggy white shirt underneath that has cuffed sleeves. She's wearing a tie, tucked into her vest, and a white, frilled skirt. END ID.]

You describe enough to get the point across, you should spend most of your time describing the subject of the photo (if there is one), then their foreground, and then their background. This may change depending on the composition of the photo. I would personally do it in order of what catches the person's eye when they see the photo.

For flags, I'll use the transmasc flag as an example.

[ID: A 7-striped flag, that starting from the second stripe to the 6th, gradients from a light blue to a bright blue and then back again. The outermost stripes are bright pink. END ID.]

Most commonly, I describe the number of stripes and then the colors. It makes it a lot easier to describe if you use 'gradient' rather than just listing off every color, if your flag is a gradient. Some short templates you could follow could be:

A #-striped flag that gradients from [X] to [X].

A #-striped flag that from top to bottom is colored [X], [X], [X], [X].

If the flag has a symbol, you would just describe it like something in a normal image ID!

[honeymochibubbletea]

Cat got the kitty’s tongue~?

Explaining a little better Nykui’s relationship with Phantasmo:

Hope you all enjoy~!

Nykui met Dr. Phantasmo when a bunch of teenagers challenged him to enter the mad scientist’s mansion… and of course, him being the stubborn runt he is, he wanted to show these “kids” how brave he truly is (at first he was a little apprehensive but… he didn’t want to come off as a coward…)

So, with all his courage (and stubbornness), he entered the mansion… he explored the first corridors of the building and… he was starting to notice that it wasn’t so-

That is, until said teenagers locked him inside the mansion…

Nykui: g-guys…? Come on: stop being immature you all! Let me out!

The group of mean teenagers laughed at him and asked him if he was chickening out… then, Nykui heard them scream and run away… little did he knew that the “devil” himself captured two souls of the mean teenagers…

Without knowing what was going on, Nykui started scratching the front door of the building… but to no use… so, without much choice, Nykui went to find another exit from the mansion…

Nykui: calm down Nyu-nyu… it’s just… an abandoned mansion… no big deal…

As he passed through the corridors, he would look at the paintings of the same two people: a big and tall man with a goatee and a ponytail and a woman with a beret and black hair… he sometimes felt… being watched by said paintings…

Until he… smelled something… fresh and delicious… but that quickly made him feel… suspicious… he thought: “either there is already some homeless person living here or… nah… or maybe it could…?”

Our brave (and stubborn) kitty arrived to the mansion’s kitchen: it was… half cleaned and half a mess… almost as if… someone was cleaning this place just now… he looked at the table and… his mouth began to water and his stomach began to growl:

In front of him there was some pancakes with chocolate sauce and-! Cinnamon sugar beignets! His favorite!

He quickly went closer to the table and grabbed a handful of cinnamon sugar beignets but… before he popped them into his mouth… he quickly felt a sense of foreboding… he looked around with his eyes narrowed (and still with the treats on his hands) and said:

Nykui: …This isn’t a trap… is it…?

???: “That’s for me to know… and for you to find out my little rascal friend~”

Nykui quickly jumped startled (and dropping a few treats on the floor) and began shaking… but he wanted to stand his ground and appear brave… he placed the leftover treats from his hands on the table and puffed out his chest and said:

Nykui: w-who are you…? Are you the so feared villain that everyone keeps talking about…?

???: hmm… perhaps~ why don’t you take… a look behind you~? Mhhm~?

Oho… that certainly sent a shiver down our feline’s friend spine… but he managed to take a big breath and-! HOLY SHIT THIS GUY’S HUGE!

Nykui quickly stumbled backwards and crawled a little far away from the boogeyman himself… or at least that’s what Nykui assumed but he was almost certain that this was… him… the creepy and scary grin on his face… the goatee… the messy flowy ghostly hair… yup, this is the guy…

There was a very intense mood on the kitchen… for god that felt like an eternity… but then… the “doctor” himself decided to break the ice:

Phantasmo: why my, my~ looks like little Nykui finally met the town’s most infamous villain~!

Nykui: w-wait… h-how do you know my-!

Phantasmo then shushed gently our feline friend using his floating hand to cover the little one’s lips… this made all the hair strands of Nykui’s head rise up in fear…

Phantasmo: you hear that~? Listen very, very closely~

Phantasmo then retreated his floating hand from the young neko’s mouth… Nykui let out a deep gasp he didn’t know he was holding… this made the mad scientist chuckled darkly and deeply…

Nykui’s ears perked up and… he could hear screaming from below his feet… did… did this guy kidnapped those bullies…? If so… how many of them and… how…?

Nykui: . . .Y-you… you don’t scare me…! You can intimidate me all you want! I don’t know what you’re scheming or planning right now but… but… please… don’t… h-hurt me…?

Nykui could feel his face getting wet from the tears that were rolling down his cheeks… Phantasmo let out a soft “ tsk tsk” sound before floating closer to the small child and wiping his tears with his thumb:

Phantasmo: my kitty friend… don’t worry~ I’ve got… far more interesting plans for you~ but none of them involve hurting you in any way whatsoever~

However… i won’t hesitate to eliminate you if you upset me… are we clear, my kitty friend~? Not even your cuteness will be enough to save you from this big cat here~

The neko child didn’t know if he should feel relieved or afraid of the ghost (okay, maybe a little bit more of the latter, after all, why should he trust this guy out of all people???). But… he couldn’t help but interrogate him:

Nykui: why you have got “interesting” plans for me specifically? What are those said “plans”? Why did you-

Phantasmo silenced Nykui with a finger over the young neko’s lips. With a sigh and holding his face with his other detached hand, Phantasmo spoke:

Phantasmo: so eager to find out the answers… aren’t you? I’ll answer you your first question and you are gonna have to be happy with that, because working for me requires not knowing a lot of things… at least at the right time… you’ll know eventually~ let’s say… i know a little bit about everything of everyone~ i have… little eyes around town~

Nykui then gently pushed his finger and hand away from his mouth and said:

Nykui: this doesn’t explain nothing! Why are you acting so damn mysterious and omino- mmhhfpf!

Phantasmo then got a little tired of the neko’s curiosity and stuffed his mouth with the cinnamon sugar beignets he left on the table…

Phantasmo: don’t you know little kitty? Curiosity killed the cat, so… i advice you to be careful with yours~…

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Now here’s some bonus stuff :D

Nykui helps Phantasmo steal anything he asks him to steal: be it jewelry, money and credit cards from people… (oh, and hair strands from anyone he can cut the hair off… Nykui doesn’t know why but… he’s too afraid to confront Phantasmo about this…)

He sometimes also serves as a distraction for when Phantasmo is either kidnapping someone or fighting against Charlie… (in “serving as a distraction for when Phantasmo fights Charlie”, he distracts Carter from helping his sister out… Carter is too innocent to notice that Nykui is now working for Phantasmo… even though his sister already told him that a billion times already, lol)

Their relationship is… how may i compare it? Like a frog and a spider’s: if you google it, you’ll know that spiders usually see their… “friend” frogs as pets… yeah… take that as you will… (*whispers* it ain’t a healthy relationship)

Fun fact about Nykui: he’s very, very touch-starved for a cat… and Phantasmo knows it too well… he takes advantage of that to manipulate the young kitty boy…

Phantasmo’s tactics of manipulation are: love-bombing, scratches behind Nykui’s ears (Nykui’s weakness) and food… yep, just making a batch of cinnamon sugar beignets is enough to have this kitty do anything Phantasmo wants him to…

And that’s the post for today~! I took some references from Fluffpillow’s drawings to draw this specific pose for Phantasmo and Nykui’s hair is weird and different like that because i took some different reference for his hair… so maybe i’ll redraw that in the future… (a very, very long and far future…)