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southangel · 9 months ago

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Hi! How's it going?

Can I get some headcanons about the main four with a twin sibling!reader? How would the dynamic between them and people around them look.

You can choose if they're identical or fraternal twins.

Main 4 Being their Twin Sibling

Warnings: none

Notes: Platonic, gender-neutral as well! Will be fraternal twins, since identical twins are typically the same gender. A little rushed, wrote most of this late at night.

Stan Marsh

Being Stan’s twin would be fun, I think.

You’ll obviously look similar, but not so similar to the point where people bombard you guys with questions.

You would be the older one, by about a minute, and you would definitely tell all his friends about it.

He hates you for it.

Since you’re related to Stan, you’re also related to Shelley, meaning you both get attacked by her.

Luckily she’s a bit nicer on you, only because you’re friends aren’t as annoying as Stan’s.

You don’t really hangout with Stan and his friends unless they need you as a backround character for a game, otherwise you would be with your own friend group.

Your personalities are very similar, people could probably tell that you’re related by just that.

I feel like Stan would be the type to scam you out of favors, but quickly feel bad then do something in return for you.

You used to both walk into school together, but after moving onto the farm and having to wear those Hemp shirts, it was embarrassing.

You both agreed that two people with Hemp shirts walking together was more embarrassing than one, so you split up.

You would be friends with Wendy, since gossiping about Stan is so fun for you both.

Imagine you and Stan both doing homework together, staring at the worksheet before eventually giving up.

You guys played Terrance and Philip on the TV afterwards, so it was okay.

“Tell me if Wendy says anything bad about me, please?”

Kyle Broflovski

Being Kyle’s twin sibling would be interesting.

Kyle would be the older one by about 3 minutes, but he isn’t obnoxious about it and doesn’t care.

Kyle tends to be the smarter one, so he wouldn’t mind tutoring or explaining every bit of work to you, you steal his answers when he isn’t looking.

You used to hang out with Kyle and his friends, then Cartman started going after you as well even though he hasn’t before.

If you ever get a partner with a stable relationship, Kyle would be happy for you, but I feel like he would be a little jealous since his romantic luck is absolute shit.

You guys are the types of twins where everyone can tell that you’re siblings, and it’s super annoying getting asked the same questions everyday.

Sheila would probably make you guys share a room, and you both hate it.

I know she would be the type of mom to dress you guys up in matching outfits when you guys were younger as well.

You and Kyle would be the type of twins that talk at the same time, doesn’t matter if you say the same things or not.

It’s so bad that some people swear you can mind communicate, you wish.

The only bad apart about being Kyle’s twin is that you’re practically engaged in everything he does, which is really annoying.

“Mom, do we really have to be matching?”

Kenny Mccormick

I think having Kenny as your twin sibling would be really nice.

Although your household and environment at home really isn’t great, you both still make the most of it.

You guys might share clothes, not often though.

Kenny is older than you by 5 minutes, bigger gap than the rest, but he genuinely doesn’t care.

You guys don’t really look alike that much, so it’s only when they realize the last names are the same that they notice you guys are siblings.

It’s a good thing nobody notices though, or else the questions would be a hassle.

You and Kenny would definitely each take turns taking care of Karen, hanging out with her or getting her small things from time to time.

I feel like Kenny sees you as the other half of him in some way, not because you’re his twin, it’s because you’re his twin.

He would take you down to work at City Wok, so that you guys could make some extra money.

You and Kenny both payed half and half for that Sony PSP, using your saved money from City Wok.

You guys fight over the PSP daily, not bothering to make some actual working time distribution on the device.

You would definitely find Kenny cheesing all the time, in the act.

All you do is walk away because you don’t really care, you just hope he doesn’t get into too much trouble.

“Do you like it, Karen? Me and Y/N saved up for it.”

Eric Cartman

Cartman definitely hates you, partially.

You’re his twin, and he sees that as a terrible thing because of how he exaggerates having to be stuck to you all the time.

You DEFINITELY don’t look like Cartman, at all.

Maybe there’s only some similar features, but you should be glad to not look the slightest similar to him:

Cartman would make fun of you for being to nice, than start screaming at you once you become annoying like him.

He can’t make up his mind over anything, and it only makes him angrier when he thinks about how you’re older, only by a minute.

You’re embarrassed about being related to him, but at least you kind of secret information to blackmail him with if he ever gets too annoying.

Liane let’s you guys do whatever you want, as long as you and Cartman are together most of the time.

You guys are forced to become partners all the time in projects and school assignments, and you almost always are the loudest ones in the room because of your arguments.

You genuinely feel that living with Cartman is like hell on earth, and you can only assume he feels the same but with amplified hatred.

Sometimes it seems like he likes you though, it’s weird.

One time you were coming back from a sleepover and he came to hug you, talking about how he missed you sooo much, he made you do his homework in return for being affectionate.

If you ever get a love interest or partner, Cartman is already on his way to asking everything about them.

It’s not like he cares, he does, he just wants to know who you’re really talking with.

He’ll probably be really weird about it for the first week, then get over it and start being annoying once more.

“You took a really long time at that sleepover, now go do my homework.”

#south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mcormick x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #south park #stan x reader #south park x y/n #south park kyle

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acorncoffeeformysweetheart · 4 months ago

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Well, here he is.

Some appearance headcanons:

- Ears damaged and torn, but he still wears large silver earrings on occasions.

- Drooping eyelids. When I looked up this definition, I was surprised that people are doing surgery to fix it. Why? I think it looks so damn sexy on mature men.

- I hate his stupid in-game hat and I think he deserves a normal classic flatcap. I'm a fan of flatcaps. Actually, I think he has a collection of flatcaps in all colors and materials for every occasion.

- No t-shirts in the wasteland, no jersey fabric. Only linen and hemp (and maybe something else, like rad-moth silk? Bighorner fine wool? Razorgrain fiber?) Anyway, he can afford fine linen shirts to let his inflamed skin breathe.

- The skin is inflamed with the graveyard moss, a kind of rad-psoriasis. The better he rests, sleeps and eats, the less the inflammation. It bleeds and itches, but is not contagious to smoothskins. Sometimes Sole wakes up with her face and hair covered with dried blood and lymph after hugging him in her sleep. She is not bothered by it.

- I draw stylized ghoul nose holes, ehhh, just because.

- He does not wear all the armor constantly.

- The upper lip is heavily torn, and you can see his teeth through it. Nearly half of the teeth were replaced by weird prosthetics, made both of metal and human teeth (I'm obsessed with this). Most people are very uncomfortable talking with him, especially when he smiles and laughs (and he laughs quite often). This trait makes his face look a lot like some angry animal face, not human.

#lakeside au #edward deegan #lelyadraws #lakeside lore #fallout ghoul #fallout 4

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tethysresort · 8 days ago

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How to choose fabrics for projects (a list of advice and comments)

-Use your project to judge what fabric you want to use! For instance, if you are making a summer shirt you should use a lighter material that has a texture like sheeting rather than flannel or wool. If your pattern plans for stuff cut on a bias (sideways across the fabric), take that into account when you choose the fabric!

-A lot of formal from-store patterns will suggest appropriate fabric types for that pattern. Consider their advice, but feel free to discard it if you find a fabric you like better that will still work. (Just make sure that the fabric will work! You don’t want to end up with the equivalent of a swimsuit made of flannel!)

-Thick (like fleece), heavy (like heavy denim or canvas), very stretchy (like t-shirt jersey), or slippery (like polyester) fabrics are harder to work with. It doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t use them, but you might want to get a little experience before you tackle them.

-Choose fabrics that you can wash, and wash them before you use them! Hanging to dry in a steamy bathroom will help a lot with wrinkles if you don’t have an iron.

-Poly-fleece aside, choose fabrics that do NOT have polyester or other synthetics in them, in many cases the polyester is being used as a filler. For instance, if you are making a shirt, look for your chosen weave (flannel, medium weights, twill ect) as 100% cotton, linen or even hemp.

Polyester (and acrylic) are awesome materials - they make wrinkles fall out better and make fabrics softer. And if you have sensory issues, you might decide that you want the blend or something pure polyester! BUT polyester blends will tend to wear out faster.

(What I am trying to say is: choose the content of your fabric with intention and care.)

-Most fabric thickness is measured in oz/square yard. 2.6 oz/sqyd is the thinnest non-fuzzy fabric considered safe to wear or use in stuff like drapes without adding a fire retardant (thinner fabric is a fire hazard). Some fabric mixes are considered safe too, you can look up the standards pretty easily if you are worried. (Just be aware if your life needs to include a light gauze nighty!)

-Heavier fabrics will last longer before the fabric starts to disintegrate. For instance, a 4 oz denim will be lighter and more flexible, but wear through much faster than a 10 or 12 oz denim. (10-12 oz is the typical weight for older jeans, 5 oz jersey is a heavy t-shirt, most cotton sheeting is about 4 oz, plush sweatshirt knits can be 14-20 oz.)

-Silk is weird, its measured in “momme” (mm).

-If you can, support locally owned fabric shops! They tend to have a better quality of fabric and people more knowledgeable if you need to ask questions.

-Look for deals! Thrift stores will often have both clothing and bedding you can pick apart and yardage from closed stores and people’s stashes. Fabric stores will often have remnant piles and stuff (colors and patterns) that are discontinued. By nature of my job I buy fabric by the bolt in plain white and then dye it - that is always also a possibility, too.

Most importantly:

CHOOSE FABRIC YOU LIKE - Remember, you have to live with and like your completed project!

#anti-enshittification #fiber arts #sewing

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unremarkablehouse · 5 months ago

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"If I were that Stoned..." Ch 2

Mature | pre-IWTB | MSR | WC 2,764 | AO3

Summary: Set before the IWTB, Mulder and Scully have settled into their own domestic routine in their Unremarkable House. Deciding it’s time to spice things up, Mulder takes it upon himself to discover exactly what would happen ‘if they were that high.’ Smut ensues.

As Scully made her way down their dirt driveway the afternoon sun lit a golden path across the dry grass illuminating a relaxed Mulder, leaning by the metal gate. Dressed in his old jeans and a grubby T-shirt, the dirt on his face and clothes informed her he had been working outside today. Still, it was unusual for him to be waiting by the gate for her to get home. They had established a pretty consistent routine, Mulder would get up with her in the mornings, make breakfast and coffee, warm up/de-ice her car on cold days and open the gate as she left for work so she didn’t risk getting her clothes dirty. This worked nicely because Mulder would then take off on his morning run, leaving him with the day to putter around outside or research things to his heart’s content until she got home. Mulder waiting by the gate for her to get home like a dog pining for his owner had her radar going, something was definitely up.

“What’s up Doc?” Mulder asked as she pulled to a stop and rolled down the window.

“Are you getting in Mulder?”

Mulder swung open the passenger door and jumped up on the runner, bracing himself by holding the roof and the SUV door. Tapping on the roof Mulder yelled “let’s go Baby!”

“Mulder, no. Get in the car!”

“I stink Scully, trust me you don’t want me messing up your car. This is fine, just drive slowly and try to avoid any potholes.”

Begrudgingly, Scully drove her car slowly towards their house with Mulder hanging off the side of the SUV like some deranged pirate.

Before she could pull to a complete stop Mulder jumped off and slammed the door.

“Mulder you’re crazy.”

“It’s not like I jumped onto a train or a cable car, I’ve mellowed in my old age!” Scully rolled her eyes and made her way to the front door, intercepting Mulder for a kiss.

“Woah, Mulder you do stink! Did you get sprayed by a skunk again?”

“No, I was helping Andrews with some of his posts and went through a hemp field.”

Mulder started stripping off all his clothes as they walked inside, unconcerned by his nudity, and Scully couldn’t help but admire his toned physique. Mulder was definitely aging well, his body had filled out and became more muscular than when they first met. Scully’s appreciative leer was not missed by Mulder who gave her a smug grin.

“I’m going to take a shower, wanna join me?”

“Mulder the type of shower you need right now requires total focus to get rid of that unholy funk.”

“Suit yourself!”

With the leftovers reheated and put on plates Scully let herself enjoy the feeling of domestication and stability. Mulder appeared just in time to eat, hair still wet from the shower, shirtless and sporting a pair of sweatpants. His mood was suspiciously jovial and Scully was still waiting to find out what he was up to.

“Okay, spill it Mulder.”

Her decree caught Mulder off guard and his face looked like a kid who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Attempting to feign innocence Mulder’s ‘what’, was met with an arched eyebrow and an unrelenting Scully stare.

Mulder sheepishly pulled out a ziplock bag with two rolled joints in it and handed it to Scully.

“Mulder is that pot?” Scully’s amusement put Mulder at ease as he explained himself.

“For a minute there I felt like I was in an afterschool special. It was a gift from Andrews for helping with the fence. I thought after dinner we could smoke on the front porch and you could show me how stoned sex is supposed to work.”

“I can’t believe you remembered! That was years ago Mulder, I haven’t gotten high in decades.”

“Of course I remembered, it was the first time we slept in the same bed.”

“Mulder, I’m game to try it but I may have oversold high sex a little bit. I was coming onto you- but you didn’t make a move.”

“WHAT! I was such a dumbass. Here I am so fond of the fact that we held hands and slept together that night, and you’re telling me we could have had crazy monkey sex!”

“I don’t know about crazy monkey sex, but yeah. I thought I was going to get fired so I figured, why not.”

“Man, I have no game. Thank god you jumped me or I’d still be pining for you.”

“Thank god,” Scully said, and pulled Mulder down for a kiss.

Nuzzling her neck affectionately Mulder whispered in her ear, “for the record, holding hands and sleeping with you was still pretty great.”

“I think so-”

Standing back and giving Scully an appreciative once over, Mulder declared, “but sex with you is incredible, so the dumbass verdict remains.”

After finishing the dishes, Mulder sauntered onto their front porch to find Scully sitting cross legged on her chair, her glass of ice water resting on the little table in between their chairs. Bewitched, Mulder watched her take a slow sip and capture an ice cube, rolling it around in her mouth until she decided to crunch it. Scully knew it was one of her habits that drove him crazy, their silent game of seduction was on. Handing her the bag of joints and a lighter, Mulder reached up and stretched his back in a way that was mostly performative for Scully. Still shirtless, his muscles rippled as he flexed, giving out a groan of relief and pretending to be oblivious to the effect he was having on her.

Long before they became lovers they would each delight in teasing one another. Touches that lasted a little too long, close whispers, a tongue slowly gliding over a lip, clothing revealing slithers of flesh normally concealed to the outside world. Years later, in their rustic house, these covert seductive behaviors were hardly necessary. But it was if the excitement of these elicit displays had morphed into their own private love language. Perhaps it was their way of ensuring their keen focus on one another, noticing gestures others would overlook, enjoying the game of never needing to acknowledge them aloud.

Scully captured his gaze as it was her turn to dance, she moistened her lips before taking the joint in her mouth and lighting it. The low grown Mulder emitted as he relaxed further into his chair was all the encouragement Scully needed to continue her show. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, Scully exhaled her first hit of the joint, moving her mouth to form perfect smoke rings. Scully passed the joint over to Mulder, his eyes already dark with desire and an amused grin.

“Such a bad girl Scully; I love it.”

Knowing she’d won this round, Scully affectionately watched Mulder inspect the joint before taking a deep inhale. His face went red as he coughed and choked the smoke out, with tears in his eyes he looked up to Scully with his sheepish smile as she encouraged him to take a sip of her water. Taking the joint off Mulder, Scully repositioned herself on his lap and took another hit. Once she was sure his airways had calmed down she instructed him to hold still as she exhaled the smoke into his mouth, shot-gunning the joint.

Mulder’s face lit up with approval, taking in the pot much easier than the first time. Kissing her cheek Mulder said “that is way better than smoking a joint.”

“I thought you might like it,” Scully replied before she exhaled more smoke directly into his mouth.

They had managed to smoke the entire joint in that fashion, getting lost in their own world until Scully stubbed out the butt and gave a big yawn.

“How are you feeling Honey?” Mulder asked, examining her closely.

“I’m just very relaxed Mulder. How are you doing?” Scully asked, punctuating her question with a peck on his lips.

“I feel really floaty, Scully. Like if you got off my lap, I might be so light that I’d float away.”

The absurdity of Mulder’s serious statement made Scully giggle, and her giggling got Mulder giggling until they were both laughing for no reason.

“Mulder, I think it’s safe to say we’re stoned.”

“Empirical evidence would have to agree with you.”

“Wait, so you just need to get stoned to care about evidence?!”

“You live you learn-“ Mulder said as his focus shifted to kissing Scully’s neck while his hands made their way under her shirt.

His dramatic mood change immediately affected Scully, who leant back into his chest, encouraging him to continue his exploration of her body. As Mulder kissed and caressed her, Scully gave herself over to heightened sensations and let them feed her arousal. When she couldn’t take it anymore she turned around on Mulder’s lap, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss while her hands roamed down the plains of his chest finding his hard cock. Her touch set Mulder’s skin on fire as he lifted his pelvis, grinding his erection into her hand. They broke from their deep kisses and panted, time had contracted and somehow their foreplay had concluded, both of them more than ready for the main event. Mulder reached to unzip Scully’s pants, only to have his hands meet air as she pulled away from him and stood up from his lap.

“No Mulder, we can’t have sex on the porch again. Last time we did I had a sore neck for a week.”

“Right, and I got a splinter in my butt!”

They both laughed at the memory, while Scully pulled Mulder up from his chair, guiding him through the house and into their bedroom.

Without ceremony they both removed their clothes and took their habitual positions on their bed. Before Scully could kiss him again, Mulder held her back and stopped her, making a show at inspecting her body as if he had never seen her naked before. After a few too many minutes of Mulder’s appreciative stare, Scully grabbed his head in her hands and kissed him.

“Are you going to stare at me Mulder or are we going to have sex.”

“Sorry, I just got carried away looking at you. You’re so beautiful Scully, I adore every single inch of you.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” Scully said and resumed their kiss.

Their love making continued in a familiar sequence of touches and caresses, halting progress as Mulder reached Scully’s chest. It was normal for Mulder to adorn attention on Scully’s breasts, his admiration of them was well known, but his current display seemed to be hyperfixed on them. Scully pulled Mulder’s head away from her chest and laughed at his forlorn expression.

“Mulder, I think you’re forgetting something.”

“Sorry Honey, but you have amazing boobs. I just want to touch and play with them all day.” Mulder reached his hand out to Scully’s breast so he could resume fondling her, only to be gently slapped away.

“Ohmygod Mulder, you can’t be trusted with my breasts anymore.”

Moving away from him, Scully squeezed out a small amount of lube from the nightstand and glided it across Mulder’s cock, rubbing the excess off on Mulder’s belly with a laugh. Scully got on all fours and turned around to Mulder, instructing him to get into position. Mulder draped his entire body over Scully as he entered her from behind and nuzzled her neck. One of Mulder’s hands glided up her torso and made their way to her breasts.

“Okay, they’re still there,” Mulder mumbled in her ear as he glided himself inside her. Wrapped in his embrace, Scully giggled at the thought of her wearing a Mulder coat, loving the way his body heat permeated her being and the feel of his cock buried deep inside her. It wasn’t long until she felt her orgasm rise as Mulder rhythmically circled her clit and maintained strong consistent strokes. The intense thrum in her body was all too much for her, as her orgasm engulfed her Scully felt her arms collapse and her upper body came to rest on the bed. Mulder continued to piston into her, never stopping his sturdy rhythm, his hand gently guiding her back into a comfortable position.

Scully was lost in a haze, the post orgasm endorphins combined with her high had overwhelmed her body. No longer capable of conscious thought she moaned in pleasure as her body continued to be stimulated by Mulder’s powerful thrusts.

Mulder’s thoughts were equally blank as he focused on the sensations, the contractions of Scully’s pussy guiding his pace and letting him know she was close again. Moving both his hands to her hips, Mulder gripped Scully tightly and pounded as hard as he could trying to push her over the edge again. Without her face or body near him Mulder’s rhythmic thrusting started to feel robotic to him, as if he was no longer in control, unable to stop himself and overwhelmed by the feeling. Scully’s orgasmic scream seemed to bring his vigorous pace to a slow halt, his body softly pulsed, bringing her down gently. Pulling out from Scully, Mulder sat himself up against the headboard and found himself once again overwhelmed and now inundated with fear.

Unsure how long her body had been incapacitated post orgasm, Scully’s hand reached out around her looking for Mulder. His absence sobered her up, and she instantly realized something was wrong.

Looking around the bed, Scully found Mulder sitting up by the headboard with a terrified look on his face. It was clear he’d been battling with a panic attack, too overwrought to speak. Rushing to him, Scully ran her hands through Mulder’s hair in an effort to calm him down. Relief suddenly flashed through his eyes as Mulder recognized her, and his breathing started to return to normal.

“Mulder, are you ok? What happened?”

“I don’t know Scully. We were having sex and suddenly I felt lost, like you weren’t there. The next thing I knew I was alone and I couldn’t find you, I was so afraid.”

Straddling Mulder’s lap Scully rested her forehead against his and took deep calming breaths. Without a word Mulder followed her lead until their breathing was synchronized. Staring into her eyes Mulder felt a deep wave of calm wash over him and enter into every fiber of his being.

“No more pot for you Mulder, okay?”

“Okay Doc.”

As Scully moved to lift herself off Mulder, she felt his arms tighten around her, pulling her closer. His mouth sought hers out and his kiss felt like he was pulling her into him.

“I don’t feel lost when I can see you,” Mulder said against her lips. Scully grabbed on to Mulder’s hand, feeling the full power of their connection, their bodies coming together once more. Without any conscious action Mulder was once again inside her, the rocking of their bodies in perfect unison, an expression of deep unabiding love. The crest of their orgasms occurred in perfect synchronicity, their gaze locked into each other’s eyes as they began to unravel. A reverent silence filled the air as they both came down from their transcendental experience.

Finally breaking the silence Mulder looked over at a bedraggled Scully with a sense of pride. “So, was stoned sex as good as you remembered it Scully?”

“It was different. But sex with you is always on another level, our connection makes it phenomenal.”

Mulder mouthed the word phenomenal, letting his ego enjoy the feedback.

“I guess we’ve never really needed anything to make sex more amazing between us. But I’m glad I got to try high sex with you,” Mulder said as he moved them into a spooning position.

Scully’s eyes had started to close when Mulder whispered into her ear, “Scully, I’m going to get up for a while. Don’t be alarmed if I come back smelling of Doritos.”

Before he could get out of bed Scully grabbed onto his hand.

“You better bring the packet with you if you expect to be let back in bed.”

“We can eat in bed?!”

“One time exception, Mulder.”

Mulder looked down at her tiny hand in his and felt his heart constrict the same way as it had the first time she held his hand in bed all those years ago. With a quick kiss Mulder made his way down to the kitchen to get their snacks and thanked his lucky stars for his badass Partner.

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#txf #the x files #msr #fox mulder #dana scully #unremarkablehouse #pre-IWTB #xf fanfic #txf fanfic #xfiles fanfiction

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elementary-my-dear-daddy · 24 days ago

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Virgil being teased for mentioning he used to be a Boy Scout, decides to show them what that fancy knot tying badge can do 👀

Boy Scout

Moxiety (Patton & Virgil)

Content: Bondage/Shibari, Overstimulation, Tooth-rotting fluff, Anal Sex

Read it on AO3!

It was well known that Virgil struggled to motivate himself to do the sisyphean chores that plagued his life. The endless cycle of dishes and laundry and such drove him to procrastinate until they could no longer be ignored. Luckily, he had very loving people in his life that chose to help him rather than chastise the behavior.

One such person was Patton, his boyfriend, who was currently helping him hang up the laundry he did earlier that day. They chatted away (well, Patton did) while Virgil listened and folded clothes. The other sorted the nicer and heavier articles to be put on hangers in the closet. As Patton slid the now mostly untouched clothes to the end of the rack, a particular item caught his eye: a tan and green uniform drifting in the sea of dark, cold tones. He pulled it out to get a better look.

“What’s this?” He carefully ran his fingers across the sash decorated with embroidered patches.

“Hm?” Virgil said, taking a moment to fold one last t-shirt before looking over and blushing. “Oh, uh, yeah. I used to do scouts. When I was younger.”

Patton’s eyes lit up, “oh my gosh, youwereaboyscout!!!!!”

He shot him a glare, “Look, it’s not a big deal! It was like, years ago anyway.”

“It's sooooo cute though! And look at all your badges!” Patton held the sash closer to his face and inspected each one thoroughly.

“Give me that-” Virgil grabbed it from him and went to stuff it into a drawer so he wouldn’t have to think about it much longer. He didn’t have a bad experience from it or anything, but it was still embarrassing, and he didn’t need Patton endlessly teasing him for it. After it was out of sight, he went back to the task at hand with a mild scowl. “Just drop it.”

Patton went to comment on his new expression but decided to drop it. He was curious about why Virgil was so flustered over such a simple thing. Gaining a new piece of information about his partner’s past was welcomed, though if it made him uncomfortable to talk about now, he’d wait until he was ready to share it with him. Until then, he’d help him put everything away, free of embarrassment.

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“Virge- oh mmph- Virgil, baby-” Patton giggled as Virgil kissed over a neck, playfully nipping at the sensitive skin as he pushed him further into their bedroom. The door was kicked shut as Patton stumbled towards the bed.

“Ugh I need your shirt off yesterday.” Virgil growled as he straddled the other, pressing their lips together forcefully. Patton acquiesced easily, having to catch himself before he fell on his back. Cold hands worked their way over his stomach and chest, until they latched onto his shirt's hem and yanked upward on it. Once it had been thrown to the floor, Virgil hastily unbuttoned the khakis hiding Patton’s semi.

“Okay, honey can you- oh” He moaned as Virgil ground his palm down against him. His pants and underwear swiftly followed his shirt to the ground, leaving him bare while Virgil was just getting to shrugging off his jacket.

“Fuck, you look good.” Virgil states, causing the other to blush, “Is it ok if we do the thing we’ve been wanting to try tonight?”

Patton’s eyes go wide, as he proposed the idea that Virgil tie him up a few nights ago. Something about being immobilized and decorated in pretty rope while he took care of him made his heart melt and leak out right through his dick.

“Yes… Yes Virgil, Please.”

“Okay okay,” Virgil got up from the bed, “I’ll go grab some rope. Just…hang tight.”

He quickly rummaged through the drawer of their bedside table, finding the neatly tied bundle of black hemp rope Patton showed him when he brought up the topic. He slipped the end that was tucked into it out of the knot holding it together and wove the loose strands in between his fingers, imagining how good it would feel for his boyfriend.

“Why don’t you sit up on your knees,” Virgil directed, “That way I can do a tie around your chest.”

Patton immediately moved to do so, allowing Virgil easy access to his upper body. When he felt his callused digits rub over the skin on his back, he shivered with anticipation, hardly able to wait for the foreign feeling of rope to glide over his body.

Virgil forced himself to steady his breath. It could have been from the nervousness he felt at the thought of something going wrong, something like Patton not liking it or accidentally fucking up the tie, or from the sheer arousal he felt with the power he had. A little thing he failed to relay to his partner when he brought it up was that it wasn’t just a kink for him but a deeply rooted fetish that he dreamed of doing with all his lovers. And thinking of all the ways he could wrap up Patton was an image that frequently came up when it was just him and man’s second best friend.

He slid a length of the cord around Patton’s waist, who let out a quiet sound as it made contact. It was wrapped and tightened around a few more times, until it seemed like he had a rope-belt.

Virgil dipped two fingers between the material and his back, “Does that feel too tight?”

“No, not at all.” Patton breathed, “But, isn’t it supposed to?”

“It shouldn’t cut off any circulation or feel too painful.” He said, tightening the material a bit more. His hands slid into Patton’s own and guided them behind his back, until his arms were resting on top of one another with the bottom one touching the rope around him, “Keep these here, I’m gonna tie them to this now.”

Patton nodded in return. The rope was wrapped around his arms, then through the belt, and the process was repeated until it was difficult for him to move them. Virgil had him test the tightness once again before starting on the more decorative aspect of the tie. Lines were wrapped around his body and knots were formed at points where they crossed.

As Virgil threaded the rope through a loop made at the other’s breastbone, Patton spoke up, “I never asked, where’d you learn how to do this.”

“Well, when I lived with Remus and Janus, they saw that I was really good at untying cords or loose string, and Remus pointed out that maybe rope art is something I’d be good at.” Virgil hummed, “It took a bit of convincing from him, but they do classes where you can learn ties and practice, so he took me to one, and I liked it a lot.”

“I can sort of tell, honey.” Patton giggled.

It was then that Virgil realized as he was reaching over him to finish up the tie that his hard-on was poking through his jeans into the back of his thigh. He rolled his eyes and pulled the rope back through the tie on his hands, wrapping it around the skin once more and leaving a small length to use as a lead.

“How’s that feeling now?”

“Really really good, virge. I like it.” He smiled, content with the feeling of it around him.

Virgil kissed his cheek in approval, “Alright.”

“I think I know why you're so good at tying things up.” Patton sang as Virgil hopped off the bed to undress.

“Oh yeah?” His words were slightly muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head, “Why’s that?”

“Well, you were a boy scout. I’m sure that they taught you all sorts of knots.”

“Pat…” His pants hit the floor and he grabbed the lube out from their bedside drawer.

“I told you I think it’s cute!”

“And I told you to drop it.”

Virgil kneeled down on the bed as he stripped down to his boxers. He grabbed onto the lead anchored at Patton’s constricted arms and pulled back until the other’s back met his chest, “Alright, I’m gonna prep you while you’re all tied up, and then fuck you hard and fast, just like you like, and you’re just gonna have to lay there and take it. Sound good?”

Patton whimpered and nodded, put in his place after the snide remark, “Yeah, yeah sounds great.”

The lube was poured out and spread over Virgil’s fingers. He lined one up with Patton’s hole and slowly pushed in, relishing the small noise he made at the feeling. As he opened him, he peppered more gentle kisses across his neck and upper back. Between the soft touches were whispered praises, making sure Patton knew just how much he adored him. He inserted another finger, stretching the muscle further.

Patton was always a little noisy in the bedroom, and this time proved no different. He let little whimpers slip out as Virgil continued to prep him. When he had three fingers filling him up, Virgil prodded inside him until his digits bumped against the bundle of nerves inside him.

“Oh! Virgil, there.” Patton moaned out.

He smirked as he thrusted his fingers against that spot again, “Does that feel good?”

“Ahh-! Y-yes!”

Virgil hummed and rubbed his side in sympathy. He pulled his fingers out and used some of the excess lube to coat his cock. Without much preamble, he guided Patton to lie down with his shoulders touching the mattress. He looked so perfect tied up and spread out just for him. He lined up his dick with his hole and pushed in, making him take his whole length in one slow thrust.

Patton let out a whine as he pushed in. It felt like his senses were on fire with Virgil inside him and all around him, overwhelming him with only a few small actions. They’d hardly even fucked yet, and still Patton felt the bond of intimacy between them as strong as when they’ve had marathon sex.

Slowly, Virgil pulled out a few inches, then slid in again, enveloped in the warmth of his partner. Grabbing the lead, he wrapped it twice around his palm and tugged Patton closer to him.

“God, baby, you feel so fucking good around me~” He groaned.

“Pull! Pull harder!” Patton cried in response.

“Fuck.” Virgil whispered and did just that. He sped up to a steady rhythm, guiding him onto his dick again and again.

Pre leaked from Patton’s cock onto his stomach, and when Virgil angled a deep thrust directly into his prostate, a thick glob spurted from its head and dripped down onto the sheets. If he could, he’d reach his hand down and stroke himself to completion, but there was something primal within him that liked the fact that his lover had control over his pleasure.

Virgil continued to aim for the spot, holding tight to the rope and Patton’s hip. His hips and thighs were on fire from the effort it took to fuck him, but he hardly noticed with ardenaline and arousal rushing through his veins. He hoped this would happen again in the future. If he were lucky enough, maybe he could even take Patton to shibari classes to be his model. He could have him in all sorts of positions, and even take pictures of him if he was comfortable.

“Nng- I’m close.” He panted, feeling the familiar feeling of his muscles tightening and warmth spreading in his gut.

“Virgil! Come in me please please come in me!”

He thrusted a handful of times before he stuttered out a broken moan and filled Patton with his seed, a downright heavenly squeak falling out of the other’s mouth as he did. Slumping down on him, he caught his breath for a moment.

This peace didn’t last long as he realized that Patton was still hard and very very needy. He forced himself to buck into him, his come being fucked deeper and deeper into his hole.

Patton gasped, “Oh my god Virgil- Please!”

“Come on Pat please come!” He grunted through the shocks of overstimulation, “Come. Come right now.”

Patton couldn’t just ignore an order like that. Within seconds, an orgasm was knocked out of him, coating his stomach and the bed below. In that time, his vision went white with pleasure as a moan burst from his throat.

Sweat-covered and utterly exhausted, the two of them fell next to each other. They laid on their sides with Virgil spooning a still-wrapped-up Patton. He didn’t mind though, he was too tired to do anything about it.

“Want me to untie you?” Virgil finally prompted.

“In a minute,” Patton slurred, “I kinda like it. Makes me feel comfy and protected.”

That made Virgil smile, “Are you sure, I don’t mind-”

Patton wiggled himself around and looked at him, “Baby, I like it. You like it. Let's enjoy it together for a little bit longer.”

Virgil blushed and wrapped his arm around him again, “Okay, okay. If you insist. Anything for you.”

They cuddled together silently, warmth flowing between them. As Patton sighed in comfort, he thought to himself how lucky he was to have Virgil in his life. His love, his heart, his other half, his boy scout.

#jamming out #not safe for sanders #asks #fics #nsfs moxiety

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sutashii · 3 months ago

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aaaand here are the t-shirts!! as i’ve said, the first one will be for home i guess, and the second one will be used for cosplay purposes xP just needed to be sure that “hemp” is removed

but i like the first one more kskdksdkdk

#my cosplay

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weorgindia · 1 year ago

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sootyships · 1 month ago

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For all of this, it's important to keep in mind that the City must by necessity be wholly self-sufficient and that there is no mass production.

The fabrics used by the factions are natural fibres that could be cultivated in the region even without greenhouses: Hemp, linen, wool, perhaps even nettle. Jeans are made of hemp, t-shirts are made of linen, etc. In-universe, these things are everyday enough not to warrant mention. (Canonically they do have cotton but cotton is so resource-intensive! Ugh!) Leather, obtained as a side product of meat production, is used extensively, particularly in shoes. Rubber is produced from the latex of rubber root dandelion. Elastics and rubber soles are used in apparel to a limited degree, because rubber has so many other more pressing uses.

Shoes tend to resemble a cross between current shoes, moccasins and mukluks. They're typically leather, quilted fabric or felted wool. The soles are usually leather, but can also be rope, braided fabric or sometimes other materials.

Dyes used are exclusively natural dyes which can be obtained from local wild sources or sources cultivated by Amity. Erudite may have processed such dyes into more potent forms or even created synthetic dyes from available resources, but, for the most part, the factions use Amity's dyes.

Abnegation's clothes are generally not pure grey, but drab blue-greys, green-greys and grey-browns. They also use some undyed, unbleached fabrics. (Unbleached linen is greyish.) Erudite clothes are indigo blues, but also violets and turquoises. Dauntless clothes are dark, with some more colourful details. (I do like the idea that the movies introduced, with colours used to indentify an individual's rank at a glance. At my brigade, the tradition was for conscript leaders to wear the lower jacket strings cinched while privates were only allowed to cinch the waist strings, allegedly so leaders could be identified even at some distance 🤔 Who knows.) (I kinda wanna say that Dauntless clothes stain their skin because I'm terrible--) Candor clothes play with the contrast of bleached white and dyed dark--obviously, for them, the dark fabric must be very colour-fast. Amity uses the widest range of colours and shades; practically everything not explicitly claimed by the others.

Undergarments are made of natural fibres. Undershirts, underskirts and longer underpants are often used to protect the outer clothes due to their value.

In Candor and Erudite, the prevalent bra style resembles a bullet bra(!). In Dauntless, the most common bra style is a sorts of sports bra, in line with the active lifestyle, though the style is fairly different from what we're used to (non/low-elastic, uses fastenings). They're also common in Amity, though all bra styles—including bralessness—are well represented. In Abnegation, simple Kestos-style bras are used. Large-chested individuals may use the same sports bra style used by Dauntless and Amity because it is also shape-obscuring.

Aprons! Are! A! Must!

Abnegation and Amity weave their own fabrics; the other factions largely employ the Factionless to weave their fabrics for table scraps.

Amity are artists, and as such, their fabrics are woven works of art. Amity prefer to discard as little fabric as possible when patterning, and instead using gathers, drawstrings and belts for shaping their garments. Wrap skirts are common, as are "shapeless" dresses and tunics cinched with the aforementioned methods. Amity also embroider and bead their garments. Nalbinding, crochet and lacemaking are popular. (Not knitting, simply because I want the yarnworks to have a different look. We can imagine it's some new future technique :') ) While the hippie vibe the movie went for makes sense, Amity are also the resident homesteaders & cowboys and should dress accordingly.

Dauntless wear some body armour while on the job. Back in the day, when they patrolled the Factionless areas, it was most likely that they'd have run-ins with sharp objects rather than projectile weapons, so their armour tends to reflect that. While the armour is standardised, it has essentially spread into the fashion of the faction, leading to them preferring to wear vests with closures on the sides and other clothes reminiscent of the same silhouette. Studs, small metal plates, rings woven into leather straps, quilting, woven fabric straps and stitch-and-slash are all methods employed to achieve clothing that can take a beating. In general, cutting and tearing already damaged clothing in an artistic manner is an aspect of Dauntless self-expression. DIY, even in the absence of skill, is everyday. Trousers almost always have reinforcements on the knees. Skirts tend to be shorter than among other factions; if you run the risk of stepping on the hem while running up stairs, the skirt is too long.

Abnegation clothing resembles those of current modest religious movements: the Amish, Orthodox Jews, modestly dressing Muslims, et cetera, all in Abnegation grey, of course. Clothes cover from the collarbones the the elbows and knees. Women's clothes are typically made of structured fabrics to facilitate camouflaging the details of the body. Simple, utilitarian styles of hair covering are fairly common, particularly among married women. Abnegation may use visible mending techniques which add texture, though not colour, to their clothes. While the mending may be visible, it is not to be attention-grabbing.

Each faction has its own strategy for handling transfers' old faction's clothes. In Erudite and Candor, the clothes are collected to be used as payment to the Factionless. In Dauntless, the clothes store has a collection box; clothes are dyed dark with usually black walnut and iron water and given to Dauntless artisans to create new Dauntless clothes with. In Amity, old clothes may be kept or given to an Abnegation representative on Visiting Day to be donated to the Factionless. In Abnegation, old clothes are, of course, donated to the Factionless.

#divergent #lmfao #worldbuilding

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