#his face is shorter and so a little bit rounder

[chiarrara]

Junpei is so freakin cute in the manga, I feel like the anime didn't quite do him justice

look at my sweet, easily radicalized boy 😢 i feel like i wouldn't have disliked him the first time around if he looked like this!!!

[minghaoes]

pouty cuddles [drabble]

mingyu comes home after a day of filming gose and everyone's been meaner to him than usually. what else could he need than being in your arms and dramatically complain about his members, who he loves dearly?

TAGS: kim mingyu x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, the members are mean to mingyu but he's handling it like a champ (he isn't)

WORD COUNT: 800 words

a/n: my first seventeen fic !! i haven't written fanfics in a minute and i'm a bit rusty so it's shorter than what i will post in the future, but i hope that y'all will enjoy it nevertheless :) please let me know what you think and happy reading !!

Mingyu was pouting. His lower lip was slightly puffed, his cheeks looked a little rounder than they usually did, and his eyes, his eyes were big and brown as they looked right into yours. His head was resting on your chest close to your chin, and Mingyu could not stop staring at your face. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he seemed comically small in that moment. 

Your left hand softly caressed the warm skin on his back, as the fingers on your right slowly played with his curls. Mingyu sighed quietly and leaned into your touch, not before exaggerating his pout just a little bit more. It was enough to make you coo at him and press a butterfly kiss on the tip of his nose.

“They were mean to me,” Mingyu said, the pout ever so evident in his voice. You suppressed a laugh and indulged in his behaviour. “Who was mean to you, baby?”

Mingyu closed his eyes at the pet name and pressed his body even closer to yours. His body felt heavy on yours, but still comfortable. The warmth radiating from his body was enough to keep you warm, to keep you happy. 

“The members,” he mumbled, and shuffled a bit further up. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he complained: “They said I’m always scared.”

It took you a lot of self restraint to not start laughing. Granted, Mingyu had not been telling you what today’s episode was about, but considering you know how your boyfriend behaved in certain situations, the members’ statement was not that far off from the truth. Yet, the pout on Mingyu’s face was enough to have you reconsider agreeing with them, even playfully. Instead, you opted for lightly scratching his head and pressing a kiss on top of his hair. “My poor baby.”

“Yes, I am,” Mingyu nodded. His lips grazed the skin of your neck and you smiled, hugging him closer to your chest. In response, Mingyu hummed and kissed the same spot softly. He kept kissing you over and over again, until he started speaking again.

“I’m not actually mad at them,” he confessed, and you hummed, “Who would have thought.”

“HOWEVER,” he interrupted you sassily, another pout already forming on his plush lips, “I’m not scared of everything.”

You smiled at him, but Mingyu only furrowed his eyebrows. Your right hand wandered further down from his hair to his forehead, to massage the worry line gently. 

“I’m not scared of being with you,” Mingyu confessed quietly. His eyes flickered back down, feeling less confident now that you reciprocated his gaze. “I’m not scared of committing to you. To give myself to you.”

It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows now. You tried to sit up straight, but Mingyu would not let you. Instead, you opted for hugging him with both of your arms around his neck. 

“Where’s that coming from, darling?”

Mingyu whined and put his head back into place right in the crease of your neck, right on top of your shoulder. 

“Just been thinking ‘bout marriage a lot lately, that’s all,” he replied casually, not knowing that the simple words made your heart beat just a little bit faster than it already did. 

“Yeah?” you replied breathlessly, trying your best to maintain your breathing. Mingyu nodded again, sounding a bit more insecure this time. “If that’s what you’re considering too. No pressure if you’re not interested. I mean, I would be hurt by it, but I respect any decision you might mak-” 

Giggling, you pulled Mingyu’s head up to press a kiss on his lips. Your hand was holding his cheek and caressing the soft skin below your fingertips. In turn, Mingyu’s eyes returned to your face, the same big and brown eyes you had grown to love. The pout was evident on his lips again, and in response, you kissed him over and over again, until the lovesick frown returned to his brows, his eyes softer than you have ever seen them.

“Of course I’ve been thinking about it too,” you admitted, pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose. Mingyu turned his head upwards, trying to catch your lips with his. He whined when you pulled away, his lips returning to his natural pout. 

“Baby,” he said, his eyes switching back and forth between your eyes and your lips, “that’s unfair. I’m still sad. Why are all of you always mean to me?”

You cooed and littered his entire face with kisses. Mingyu giggled at your antics and sighed contentedly. For now, you did not have to know that his members had been nagging him about proposing to you. The box he was hiding in his sock drawer was also completely unrelated to his theatrics. 

[s0lar-ch3ri]

LOOK AT MY FREAK WEEK FIC BOY (CANNIBALISM) (INVOLVES MENTIONS OF GUTS, BLOOD, AND OTHER SHIT LIKE THAT) ("a mouth to bite with; wouldnt your corpse just look so nice?")

It’s bad. Very bad. Vyncent halfway is understanding the words here. He’s found little to nothing to eat, and most has been purged only minutes after consumption. His throat is clawing its way out. It needs something it can process. Something like home. Something that he can survive and live with, because the gods know even their place in the terrain was due long ago.

His eyes, hurting from just how different the light here was, lock onto someone. A random passerby. His head hurts. His stomach hurts. His teeth are itching for something. They’re just right there. He didn’t know them. It’d cause him no harm. It’d be fine.

He remembers this feeling too well. It’s not his first time. Vyncent remembers many a time the hunger would hit him, never just was this needed for survival. He knew what skin could taste like. He’s wrapped his tongue around things that were just too humanoid for comfort. He knows how blood is meant to taste. It felt wrong on those rare occasions he indulged, washing his mouth from the tastes. It was never wrong, it wasn’t right, it was just more food. Just more food.

He wiped his watering mouth.

He was not the worst at stealth. He however was not aware how loud he could be, his ears feeling filled with water. They turned around just as Vyncent wrapped his fingers around them. They were a bit shorter than him, a struggle at it too. Rounded ears that barely jut out from the face, and shrunken eyes with rounder pupils. They were smaller then what he knew them to be, he figured it was a fear response. He normally had a half mask as to block out the strange air, but he dragged it down, accidentally catching a lick of his carnivorous teeth, sharpened and ready for this moment, hungry.

In the small area between the tall and strangely constructed figures, the dark surrounded them, one where he felt most comfortable, the light shining at him better with the setting sun. It felt earlier than what he was used to, but everything here is not what he’s used to. The person struggles in his arms. He finds it may be best to start with a blade. Might have protection or be poisonous.

He bites in.

It is not the flesh he knows. The taste difference is minimal, but there. The path to the bone feels less blocked. The meat inside is less thick. Feels like the arm is thinner. Of course, his path starts at the shoulders, sinking in his jaws. The fabric is minimal bother for him, he tears through easily as he pulls back, flesh coming with. As he spits out the fabric, he sees the blood spurt out like a fountain. He wipes his mouth, he knows he’s not done yet.

They do what Vyncent can only assume is yelling. As they try to flee, he grips their arm, flipping them over his head and onto the floor. He hears the faintest crack as their legs hit stone. Tears stream their face, looking behind Vyncent at the world there he never understood. Holding this arm and on a knee, he bites into the wrist, hitting bone quickly. He manages to almost tear off the hand, yanking off the little bits left attached. They’re stuck in fear as they watch him use his teeth to hold onto bone and remove them out, eating what’s left. He feels weak pushes and loud screams as he goes for the motherload. Wielding his dagger, he plunges it into the chest and cuts up, getting the full thing. He rips the cut wide open with his hands. He pulls out guts that seem different than regular ones and rips off flesh bits from the opened wound. He can taste the blood. It had a more distinct metallic taste. It wasn’t too horrid. The meat held good value in its texture for sure. He couldn’t help but to dig in, he was hungry, and you don’t waste good food.

As they scream, its words that bounce off his ears, cries that are left to unknowing ears. One may say it felt wrong, the way his teeth could so easily pierce the flesh as he tore out chunks and pieces. Maybe a bit of a shiver went down his back as he looked in eyes that lost shine, chewing down scraps of skin to satiate something. It couldn’t have been any rewarding, as he heard drowned what he could figure were concerns through ringing ears, loud sounds behind that he thinks were attached to the strange metal beasts. He had to go. It felt strange to hold someone once more, even if they felt slightly off and were not breathing anymore. He knew he couldn’t just leave it here. He’d get hungry again.

He’d need to carve a way to survive again.

[nerdieforpedro]

What He Deserves

Tim Rockford x female reader

My blog overall is Fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Tim Rockford Masterlist

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Tim thinks about what went wrong in your relationship.

Warnings: Sad Tim, angst, body issues, domestic fluff

Notes: I'm trying to write shorter fics to try and get my juices going hopefully for other fics I'm supposed to be working on.

Tim wonders what could have been had he just told you then. That you make him laugh, make him glad that the day’s finally done, that your hand is the one he wants to hold while watching Rocky III for the 50th time. He knows you hate it but you’ll watch it with him because he has you place your legs in his lap while his calloused hands run over your skin.

What should he have said? He wasn’t ready and he didn’t want to lose you. Despite being the gruff man he is, you’d brought out a soft side of him. Something he’d long forgotten since his children were grown and had their own lives. Tim ran his hands over his scalp as the water ran down his back. He had renovated the house for you, your own office, a large shower with dual sinks so you two could get ready in the morning together. He used to joke with you that maybe he should get a brightly colored bonnet too so that he could still see when the lights were off. You’d slap him on the shoulder.

Turning the water off and stepping out of the shower, he looked at himself through the steamy haze. He’s older, more gray than the chocolate brown he’d had. A bit rounder due to those dinners and lunches you’d make him before bed. Now he was back to take out. He’d never thought he would come to hate the stuff but he loathes it now. It means you’re not here with him. You’d put him on vegetable duty while you handled the meat and starches. The doctor said his numbers had never been better and he could stop taking two of his blood pressure pills.

Now what does he do? Who will he talk to at the end of the day? Hold at night? Have to make fun of him a little for his ties and shirts even though you’ll iron them and tie his tie for him in the morning.

He knows you’re at your sister’s place. It’s been a week. The longest fight you’d had. He should have just done the same thing when you asked him about smoothies that he never drank and that you didn’t either, “it’s something to think about.”

Rockford knows you likely weren’t even going to push for anything to happen this year or the next, you’re both in your mid-fourties’ so kids weren’t the issue. You’d just wanted to talk about tying the knot. Taking his name as you’d explained or hyphenating it. He thinks back to the night in question:

Tim’s reaction had been so visceral. “No we’re not. We don’t have to, didn’t we agree to that?!” The look on your face told him his mistake. He should have remained silent or just said he’d think about it. But three bad marriages and four kids from two different women colored him sour to the idea. He knew you’d never been married, that you loved him. You have for the five years you’ve been with him.

He has a rare day off today. He should go and use it to talk things out, explain why even though you’re aware of his past. Likely not about his feelings, most people would assume Tim Rockford would have moved on but he doesn’t. Not easily. It’s why it had taken him so long to ask you to dinner all those years ago. He’d still felt like a failure, a whole ‘three strikes you’re out’ deal. Life isn’t like that. You’re only out when you’re dead, which he’s not. 

In the car, Tim listens to instrumental blues, his feelings floating out of the window with the saxophone. He pulls in front of your sister’s home and sees you sitting on the porch, holding your niece. She’s six but still likes to be held sometimes. You see him and nod, standing and carrying her inside. He steps out and walks across the yard, asking to sit down. Graciously, you allow him to. Your sister peeps her head out and tosses him a dirty look and asks if you’re okay. You say you are and wave her away. 

“She still hates me, I see.”

“Well, she had gotten to the point of tolerating you but it’s back to hate.” Your eyes are red and puffy. Dark circles underneath them tell him what you won’t. He has the same eyes so he knows.

“Sweetheart. I’m sorry I reacted that way. I just…I should have listened.” Tim admits. He’s an excellent listener. You need to be able to interrogate and be a detective. He’d failed the other night though, completely.

“Thanks for coming, Tim. I didn’t mean to bring it up so suddenly. I just wondered if you’d thought about it at all. I guess not.” You turned away from him and looked over the yard, he doesn’t know what your eyes are looking for but he does see fear. You’re scared of what? He reached for your hand, touching it tentatively before grasping it after you didn't pull away. “Or maybe you never thought you would again. Because of the hurt and rejection.”

Your last word stings as his grip tightens slightly. That might be part of your fear, the rejection he gave you that night. He sighs, he can’t deny that it wasn’t, but he wants you to know. 

“I love you. I didn’t mean to reject you or the idea of us getting married. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I…” He pauses. He pondered why it stung so badly when you’d asked. “I wasn’t or rather I’m not sure if I deserve you being tethered to me for the rest of your days. I don’t feel like I’m deserving of that anymore. I’m thankful that you’re with me honey.”

Your eyes are wide and he’s trying to calculate how badly he’s messed up this time. He was honest but what he said did half sound like a break up and then begging. Where was he going with this? Did he even have a plan? You stood while holding his hand then shook it off. Tim thought you might stomp inside the house but you didn’t. You bent down and kissed his forehead and then his lips softly.

“For such a brilliant man, you’re an idiot Timothy Rockford.” His confusion led to a beaming smile from you. “I’m with you and want to marry you because I want to be tied to you Tim. I’m the happiest I’ve been. You deserve to have someone you love beside you as I do.”

Tim shoots up out of his chair and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you almost making you wince. “I’m sorry for being an idiot. I’m your idiot detective baby.” A swift kiss to your shoulder as you tell him you’re going to go inside and pack your bags.

The drive home had Jazz and some classic disco thrown in for you. Singing badly together as you pulled up in the driveway, Tim carried two of your bags as you held your purse. The house was just as you’d left it, minus the take out on the counter. You chuckled at the sight and told Tim you’d cook after putting your things away. He went upstairs to help you and assisted in cooking and putting the take out away. Laughter resumed in the once cold home.

“I think I should make you Mrs. Rockford sooner rather than later.” Tim cooed in your ear as he held you after dinner, rocking you slowly as his chin rested on your shoulder.

“Is that right? It can be small Tim. I’m not one for fuss and too many people. Really, I’d prefer a small wedding and then we spend a few weeks somewhere tropical.” Your hand ran through his graying locks, cut short as he preferred, you chuckled from his beard against your neck.

“Anything you want. I’m fine with it, I’ll have to fit into a tux.” He chuckled and you shook your head.

“You know you look damn good in a suit, Rockford.”

“You’re always right honey.”

Buttons on Tim's Tux: @alltheglitterandtheroar @sin-djarin @morallyinept @yorksgirl @secretelephanttattoo @bitchwitch1981 @heareball @lady-bess @megamindsecretlair @rhoorl @trulybetty @goodwithcheese @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @agentjackdaniels

[goosewriting]

Wherever you go, I go - part 2

summary: reader’s adventures on the Mantis continue.

relationship: Cal Kestis x GN reader

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, pure fluff at the end 

word count: 2.8k 

A/N: this one’s a bit shorter ;;w;; i’m planning on doing a third chapter, where we will finally learn what reader did that got a bounty on their head 

Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here) | Part 3

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

After admitting your mutual feelings, watching Cal leave the Mantis to go around risking his life was even harder. You knew about the importance of the mission, but still, it tugged at your heart a little stronger every time.

You had managed to convince the redhead to let you tag along on Zeffo, around the abandoned village at least. When he went into the ice caves and beyond, he told you to stay on the ship.

So that’s where you spend most of your time, mainly helping out as the “medic”. That’s your assigned role by Cere, so to speak. But you also help out by assisting her in intercepting and decoding Imperial messages. She taught you how to do it and you caught on quickly. You also help Greez with ship repairs and maintenance here and there. Really you’re an all-rounder, and while the Mantis could get a little too crowded sometimes with four people on board, they seem happy to have you around. Or at least you like to think so.

Right now, you’re headed to Kashyyyk to look for someone named Tarfful. After jumping out of hyperspace, you’re met with a giant Imperial ship lurking over the planet. They seem to be preoccupied with something else though, as the Mantis sneaks right past it. Still you can’t help holding your breath until you’re out of range from it. As you get closer to the jungle-covered surface, you almost crash into an Imperial fighter in pursuit of a guerilla fighter. Greez scolds Cal for not checking the scanners, but he gets up, already heading for the door. He claims to have a plan: hijacking the Imperial walkers wading through the water towards the edge of the jungle, where you assume there’s a battle front. 

Before you can even process what he’s about to do, Cal presses the button to open the main hatch, and the door opens with a hiss.

“Hey, do me a favour,” Cere says to him before he exits. “Stay alive down there?”

“I’ll add it to the plan,” Cal retorts with a grin and walks out onto the ramp.

“If you're gonna jump, you better do it now, kid.,” Greez calls from the cockpit.

“Hold on,” you say, approaching the open door, shielding your body from the strong winds with your arms. “You’re not seriously gonna just jump?!” 

Cal shrugs his shoulders in response, shooting you a smirk and a wink before letting himself fall backwards from the ramp.

“Cal!” you call after him, but Cere pulls you back and closes the door before you get any ideas of following after him. 

“Oh no you don’t,” she scolds you. “You stay on the ship.”

“I swear one of these days he’s gonna give me a heart attack,” you mutter as you go back to the cockpit, trying to spot him from the windows. But the ship is too high up, and there’s a veil of fog covering the water below, so you can’t really make out too much.

When you finally land, you exit the Mantis first and make your way to Cal with an accusing finger pointing at him. He raises his hands in defeat. You low-key want to smack him across the face, but you forgive him easily; it’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s that cute.

The rest of the crew joins you and Cal introduces everyone to Saw Gerrera. He and his fighters want to attack the refinery to free it from the Empire, where Wookiees are being held as slaves and prisoners. They quickly go over the plan and Saw leaves with his troops, telling Cal to join them when he’s ready.

You stay behind with Cere and Greez on the Mantis to intercept transmissions and offer support from here. Standing at the base of the ramp, Cal holds your hands, giving them one last squeeze.

“Be safe,” you plead, and you wish you didn’t sound so worried because you know he can feel it, but you can’t help it.

“I promise,” he responds with a smile, leaning in to place a quick kiss on your cheek, and then he takes off towards the refinery. 

After a couple of steps Cal turns back around one last time and you wave to him. You can hear BD’s beeps, probably saying his goodbyes. Even after they’re gone from view, you stand there a little longer, already missing the redhead. You huff and shake your head. I have to be brave for him, you tell yourself. So you go back to the ship to help Cere with the transmissions.

It isn't until about 20 minutes later that you try to contact Cal the first time to ask how it’s going, but there’s no response. In fact, you can’t get through at all. It’s like someone cut off the connection. You keep trying to get through, to no avail.

Immediately you fear the worst, so you tell Cere. 

“You think there’s an Inquisitor here?” you ask, fearful.

“Cal has fought them before, he’s strong,” Cere says, as she turns to Greez. He shifts in his seat.

“I mean, there’s a chance they caught up to him,” the captain starts, averting his eyes from both of you. “Cal did mention bounty hunters on Zeffo. Maybe…” He trails off for a moment. “Oh no.”

“They, who?” you question. 

– – –

You’re pacing back and forth on the Mantis, trying to get the worry and stress out of your system. You almost threw one of the tools lying nearby at the Latero when he confessed that he had a big debt from his gambling days that he hadn’t paid off yet. Because of it, bounty hunters were after Cal, apparently.

Sitting down on the cot, you exhale deeply. You had to remove yourself from the cockpit as Greez set course to Ordo Eris, the stronghold of the Haxion Brood. You didn’t want to say or do something you’d regret later. The only thing you could do now was pray to any deity you could think of that Greez was right and you weren’t just ditching Cal on Kashyyyk. And also hope that if he had actually gotten kidnapped, that he was still in one piece. From the few things Greez told you about their leader, Sorc Tormo, he didn’t sound like a pleasant fellow. Then again, Cal has BD with him. They’re a great team, and Cal has only gotten stronger in such a short period of time. Surely, they’re fine. 

You repeat that last thought in your mind like a mantra, until Cere finally announces you’re about to arrive. You quickly make your way to the cockpit and catch the Mantis jumping out of hyperspace, now flying towards a construction seemingly built into an asteroid. It actually looks kind of cool, and you’d take some more time appreciating the architecture if it wasn’t for Cal being in danger.

Greez flies the ship without hesitation towards a tower.

“Hold on to something!” he warns not long before the ship breaks through one of the big panels and into the building. 

Cere is already at the door, calling out to Cal. When he finally steps through the hatch into the Mantis in one piece, you’re so relieved you could pass out right then and there. But a new wave of worry comes crashing down on you as you the state he’s in; he clearly took a beating, and who knows how long he’s been like this. 

Greez makes quick work of getting the ship out of there. Meanwhile Cal tells everyone the bad news. It doesn’t escape you how he’s leaning onto the back of Cere’s seat for support. You also don’t miss the fact the only thing on his mind is the mission, and not his well-being, apparently. You lightly shake your head as you approach him.

“The Empire knows about the Holocron,” Cal informs everyone, then he turns to Cere with a slight grimace. “And I had a nice chat with the Second Sister, Trilla.”

You’re trying to have Cal lean onto you for support so you can take him to the back to patch him up, but you stop moving at his words. There’s an uncharacteristic venom laced in his voice. 

“What did she tell you?” Cere asks, calculating. 

“She told me you betrayed her to the Empire,” he spits. “Is it true?” 

Cere hesitates for a moment, and you can feel your heart sink to your stomach.

“She was my apprentice before the purge,” she finally states, and it’s obvious she’s deflecting the question. 

“You should have told me!” Cal retorts, and you can feel him shaking. 

“We’re getting an encrypted message from Kashyyyk,” Greez interrupts the two.

Cal and Cere share one last sour look before Cal moves towards the holotable. The message is from Mari Kosan, one of Gerrera’s fighters. They found Tarfful and he wants to meet Cal. But the Empire overran their position at the refinery. Some of the fighters stayed back while Gerrera went off-world. 

Back to Kashyyyk it is, then. Greez sets the course, and the ship’s engines roar as it enters hyperspace. 

You quickly lead Cal away before he can say anything else to Cere. When you tell him that you couldn’t reach his commlink, he tells you that Trilla rerouted all communications. He tried contacting you as well, but couldn't.

When you get to the cot, you sit him down and get the first aid box. You take off his poncho and his vest to take a closer look at his injuries. He’s a bit scratched up but luckily he looked worse than it actually was. 

After giving him a stim, cleaning up his wounds and discarding the used gauze, you take one last look at Cal before nodding and finally allowing yourself to properly breathe again. He visibly feels much better now.

“There, all done,” you say, cupping his cheek. 

“Thanks, cupcake,” Cal responds, and you feel the heat violently erupt on your face.

“Where’d that come from?” you manage to ask, failing to hold back a flustered chuckle.

“To be honest, I have no idea,” he responds with a sheepish smile, a blush spreading on his cheeks as well. “If you don’t like it–”

“No no, I do,” you’re quick to interrupt him. “I could get used to it.” 

After a moment, you turn around to put away the first aid box on the shelves on the opposite side.

“Oh, I remembered a new trick on Kashyyyk, by the way,” Cal says, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

“Really?” you ask, turning around and leaning back on the wall. “I hope it’s better than the wall running.”

Cal extends his arms towards you, and you feel an invisible force pushing you off the wall and bringing you forward until you come to a halt standing between Cal’s legs, his hands gently holding onto your waist to help you keep your balance. He looks up at you with a stupid grin and raises his brows, as if to tell you “not bad, right?”.

“I guess it is better,” you laugh, placing your hands on his shoulders. “I wonder what other tricks you have up your sleeve…”

Suddenly his gaze shifts from mischievous to a little more serious, and his eyes momentarily flicker to your lips and back up. Involuntarily, your breath hitches, and you start leaning in, your hands travelling up his neck to hold his face. The butterflies in your stomach are out of control, and you swallow in an attempt to calm down and not mess this up, and–

Both you and Cal freeze as you hear your name being called from the cockpit. 

You pull away, removing your hands from him rather stiffly. The look of disappointment on his face has your chest tightening in pain for a second.

“I better go,” you say sheepishly. “Make sure to get some rest, okay?”

“Right,” Cal sighs, waiting just for a moment longer in case you don’t go just yet, but you turn around and make your way to the front of the ship, hiding your face with your hands in embarrassment once you have your back to him. He leans down onto the cot with a quiet groan, placing his arm over his forehead. 

The call came from Cere; she needs your help with some intercepted transmissions, so that’s what you work on for some time. Once you’re done, you start tinkering with Cal’s commlink, changing some parts and improving the wiring, so it wouldn’t be as easy to jam or reroute communications in the future.

It takes you a while to make those improvements, and once you’re finally done, you stand up with a yawn, stretching your arms over your head. It’s time for you to hit the bed as well. 

As you get up from the round table, you notice that Greez isn’t in his captain’s seat. You were so focused on your work that you must have missed him walking by. Shrugging it off, you make your way to the back, looking forward to cuddling with Cal, as you’ve had to share a bed ever since you came onboard the Mantis. You hope it wouldn’t be weird after what happened earlier, though.

Just as you’re passing the threshold to the back of the ship, Greez walks past you. Cal is sitting on the cot and not sleeping, as he should be. You push him back down onto the bed, telling him to scoot over so you can fit as well.

“What did Greez want?” you ask as you get comfortable. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. He apologised, actually” Cal answers, lying down behind you and pulling you into his chest. “For the whole Haxion Brood thing.” He pauses for a moment, and you look over your shoulder. “He also said I should cut Cere some slack for the whole… Trilla situation.”

You lie back down, taking his hand in yours.

“I’m actually not sure what I’ll do once I find the Holocron,” Cal admits, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” you offer, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “For now, let’s focus on the mission at hand. A lot can happen until then.” 

Cal doesn’t answer, but he hugs you a little tighter. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to doze off into some much needed sleep.

When you wake up, it’s because of Cere shaking your shoulder not so gently, telling you to get up. You respond with a groan, hiding your face in the pillow. 

“Get up, we’re about to arrive,” Cere says with a warning tone that leaves no place for discussion. So you have no choice but get up. 

Again on Kashyyyk, Cal gets ready to go meet this Tarfful guy. Or rather, Wookiee. After plans are made and equipment is checked, it’s time for him to go. 

“Here, your new and improved commlink,” you announce to Cal, holding out the device. 

Cal thanks you with a smile, taking it from your hands and pocketing it away. BD beeps, telling him it’s time to go. But he stands there looking at you for a second longer. 

“Be careful, okay?” you plead in a quiet voice.

“I promise,” he assures you with his usual smile, but his eyes are searching yours for something else, and that’s all it takes for you to momentarily block out the rest of the world and do what you’ve been wanting to since probably the first day you ever laid eyes on the redhead. 

“Wait, come here,” you say and your hands reach up to hold his poncho. “You have something on your face.” 

You pull him down until his nose brushes against yours.

“Me,” you whisper, and capture his lips with yours. Cal makes an adorable sound of surprise, but is quick to kiss you back. By the way his hand snakes around your torso and comes to a sudden halt at the small of your back, you can tell it’s taking him a lot of effort to hold back right now. For some reason, that makes you feel even bolder, so before pulling back, you give his bottom lip a nibble. 

Cal lets out a “phew” with a cocky smirk, running his hand through his hair, and it’s illegal how handsome he looks right now. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one with tricks up my sleeves, huh?” he says and you laugh, now slightly embarrassed as you realise everyone on the landing platform just saw you. 

“Off you go,” you tell Cal, giving him a playful push on his chest, and he leans in to quickly steal one last kiss, then takes off with a wink.

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A/N 2: i couldn’t find any info on how the bounty hunter kidnapping scene ties into the story (to me it felt kinda random when playing), so it seems a lot of the surrounding parts were scrapped and all that was left was greez’ dialogue about gambling. but i wanted to use the scene, so i hope it made sense lol // screenshot is mine

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kinktober #2

Latex Love 🖤 / Masquerade Ball 💃

For a culture that eschews Mundane holidays as strongly as it does, the Nephilim world goes buck fucking wild for any reason to celebrate. Alec has counted sixteen ice sculptures in this room alone, all made of Seelie ice so they’ll barely melt over the course of the evening, and that’s not even counting the carved ice runes keeping the raw bar cold. 

The occasion? It’s Consul Penhallow’s fiftieth birthday. Or it’s her fifth service anniversary? Alec’s not really sure. Izzy whispered it to him behind her hand after two glasses of champagne and he’s pretty sure she didn’t know either. 

He shouldn’t even be here. He has acres of paperwork piling up and a brewing civil suit between two rival warlocks that’s going to give everyone in a ten-block radius an ulcer if he doesn’t defuse it in the next few days. The last thing he needs is to be holding another glass of champagne in the ballroom of one of Lorenzo Rey’s insane properties, wearing a mask that obscures most of his face and half of his vision. 

Not to mention the inherent food safety risks of the raw bar. Eurgh.

He peels away from Jace, who’s diligently trying to figure out who literally everyone in the room is, with Clary hanging over his shoulder offering hints, and goes to inspect the rest of the appetizer offerings. He squints through his mask at the overembellished script on the little toothpick flags at the front of each platter. If Izzy weren’t already two drinks deep and totally bought into the quote unquote romance of a masked ball, he would have ripped the thing off half an hour ago, but he’s got a sneaking suspicion she’s got some kind of tracker on him to make sure he complies with the theme.

“What a spread,” comes a velvety voice from behind him, and Alec whirls, almost sweeping a platter of salmon tartlets to the floor. 

“Uh — what?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” says the stranger, not sounding it. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just admiring the opulence. Clearly the Clave spared no expense to celebrate Consul Penhallow. If only they’d devote the same resources to infrastructure.”

Alec, caught off guard, huffs out a laugh. “I know, right? We could actually convert to green energy instead of just saying we will every few years.”

He can’t make out the stranger’s eyes behind his elaborate mask, which is disconcerting. With his luck he’s probably talking to someone responsible for the green energy initiative. 

But the stranger laughs. Alec could swear his voice sounds familiar, but it’s so loud in here and everything echoes off the flagstone, so maybe he’s wrong. He doesn’t look like anyone Alec knows, from what he can see of him. He’s wearing a suit made from deep, rich purple material with a gold floral design that looks like it would have a texture if Alec reached out and touched it. His hair is dark and falls in a glossy swoop over the right eye of his intricate gold mask; the left side of his mask is adorned with peacock feathers so Alec can’t see either of his eyebrows. He’s a bit shorter than Alec, and he’s a lot rounder. Like, a lot rounder. 

“But still,” the stranger is saying. “I can’t complain. I’m here, aren’t I? I never could resist a party.”

Alec tries not to stare, because he can’t actually think of anyone in the Clave — anyone in the Nephilim world, really — who’s fat. Is that weird? That’s probably weird, right? 

But this guy — maybe it’s his size, maybe it’s his whole purple getup and the peacock feathers, but he looks like the word he uttered a moment ago: opulence. Hoping he can’t see too much through his mask either, Alec subtly checks him out: a round face beneath the edge of his mask, pretty lips, soft double chin. Thick arms, plump hips, a rotund belly that sets his stance wide. His suit fits him well, and he carries his weight like he’s not interested in making himself smaller. Alec’s throat is suddenly as dry as his love life.

“Like what you see?” asks the stranger, his voice tipping up coyly. He turns in an exaggerated circle for Alec to drink in, finishing with a graceful little bow that makes his stomach pour forward. 

“I, uh, just — I really don’t know who you are,” Alec stammers. “But I guess we’re not supposed to tell, right? It ruins the mystique or something?”

“I’ll ruin your mystique,” the stranger purrs, and Alec must look verklempt because he adds hastily, “Care to accompany me through the hors d’oeuvres? I’m famished.”

He holds out a hand like the Southern belles in that Mundane movie phase Izzy went through back when she was thirteen. He’s even wearing lace gloves, for god’s sake.

Alec is zero percent sure about taking some random guy’s hand in a crowd of his coworkers, friends, and loved ones, but then he remembers that probably no one can tell who he is, either, and so why the fuck not. 

He takes his hand. The guy’s hand is warm and soft beneath the lace, nails glinting darkly, and his grip is firm in a way that makes Alec feel secure. They’re just two guys being dudes, cruising the appetizer table in a very casual way.

“Not feeling the raw bar?” Alec jokes nervously, and the guy purses his lips. Can the guy feel his hand sweating? “No? Not an oyster guy?”

The stranger scoffs. “Once you’ve had them prepared the selkie way off the coast of the Hebrides, nothing else quite measures up. And besides, I haven’t lived for centuries just to go belly-up from some improperly chilled oysters. Seelie ice hardly maintains the temperature that premium seafood requires.”

Alec momentarily gets derailed by belly-up and can’t help dropping his gaze down to where the stranger’s stomach rounds out just inches from his own. It’s oddly tantalizing, and he swallows once, twice, before trying to latch onto some more relevant information. Centuries — so he must be a Downworlder. 

 “Centuries?” Alec echoes. “Which was your favorite?”

It feels for a second like it might be a stupid question, but the stranger replies without missing a beat. “I’ve a taste for the Baroque period, if you couldn’t tell.” He gestures to his outfit with a flourish. “I sat for Rubens back in the day, if you get my drift. I actually had this mask specially crafted for a ball in Antwerp back in, oh, it must have been 1611, maybe 1612.”

Alec doesn’t know what half of those words mean, but from the guy’s tone, he thinks he might be flirting. “I don’t know who that is,” he admits, taking a plate for himself and handing one to the guy. “The Shadowhunter education isn’t big on art history.”

“Really,” says the guy, and he sounds genuinely interested. “But — all the angels!”

“Yeah, I mean, half of those aren’t actual angels. They don’t really look like that. Or, I guess, maybe they would to a Mundane, but they’d get blinded by divine light way before they could tell what an angel looked like anyway.” He takes a Gruyère puff for himself and then, on what feels like a daring whim, puts one on his stranger’s plate as well. The stranger’s pretty lips curl into a smile. There’s glitter on them, or something? Izzy would know what it’s called, and she would never stop making fun of Alec if he asked. 

“You know, that’s oddly reassuring,” muses the guy, popping the Gruyère puff into his mouth and reaching for another. “I’ve always wondered if those horrible little ill-proportioned cherubs are what you Nephilim see in times of crisis.”

Alec bursts out laughing despite himself. “I don’t think the Clave could take itself half as seriously if they were.” The stranger smiles too, warm and soft, and Alec backtracks: “Hey, wait, you still have to tell me about sitting for Ruben or whoever.”

The guy hesitates, and for a horrible second Alec is sure that he’s blown it. But then the guy leans in and says, his voice low and rich, “Proposition: Let’s fill some plates and find somewhere a bit quieter.”

It sends a chill through Alec in the good, sexy way. He nods his agreement, and the guy gives one quick, pleased nod, as if to say, It’s decided. “There’s a courtyard around here somewhere, if I’m not mistaken.”

Alec smirks. “Oh, so you’ve been to Lorenzo’s parties before?”

“Have I.” He grimaces. “A necessary evil in my line of work, I’m afraid. One must keep things diplomatic, no matter how tacky one finds them.”

Alec snorts. Part of him wants to say fuck the food, let’s go hide in the courtyard, but all he can see is this guy’s perfect mouth and he kind of wants to see more of it. And if there’s something mesmerizing about watching him carefully choose and then eat appetizers, well, then, Alec is simply not going to dwell on that right now.

He throws some stuff on a plate and tails his stranger through the room, breathless despite the fact that his legs are longer and he doesn’t need to work to keep up. Alec’s spent a lot of time quietly lusting over all the stupidly hot things guys do when they don’t know someone’s watching, but watching slim, muscular guys amble around the training room and strut around in leather is very different from watching this guy. His big belly pulls him forward, and the slight sway of his gait makes it clear that his thighs rub together despite his fancy suit. His ass is tremendous from behind, not just in size but in — Alec doesn’t know what word to apply to it. It’s majestic. He thinks about running his hands over it, skimming over the rolls of his wide hips and up to the ample plush of his belly, and he almost drops his plate.

“Oh — here,” says his stranger, hanging a quick left and directing Alec out a hidden door to what appears to be a small, private jungle. “It’s quite lovely, I’ll give him that. Even if it’s a bit — gauche.”

The air outside is cool and a little wet, not humid but almost dewy in a hopeful, vernal way. His stranger sets his plate down at a little wrought iron table in the corner by a small waterfall set into the lush greenery and rockwork. His stranger eases into an iron chair beset by frilly curlicues, and it is not lost on Alec how much he overflows it. If the seat had arms, he certainly wouldn’t fit; as it is, he has to scoot the chair back from the table so it doesn’t dig into his belly.  

“I wanted to be chivalrous and get you another drink,” sighs the guy, reclining a bit in the chair in a way that puts not just his gut but the bulk of his thighs and snug seams of his trousers, “but alas. Now that I’ve sat, I fear I won’t be getting back up for a while.” He palms his enormous belly, and Alec, eyes wide in sudden, abject enchantment, swears he can see him wink through his mask. “It’s a lot of effort to haul all of this around.”

“I’ll get drinks,” Alec barrels over him, and before the guy can even finish his sentence, he’s off and running, practically colliding with the first cocktail waiter he sees. He grabs two champagne flutes and gets halfway back to the buffet before realizing he has no earthly way of carrying two glasses and a plate. Suddenly it feels like the most important thing in the world to get this guy something nice to eat now that he went to all the work of taking Alec to his romantic secret courtyard. Either the alcohol is going to his head or he’s literally under a spell, and he’s pretty sure that the Clave’s suite of pre-event warding would prevent the latter.

His stranger has worked through quite a bit of his plate by the time Alec returns, panting, and sets the glasses down between them. The guy tips his head up to Alec, chin muddling softly into his soft neck, and smiles at him dreamily. “Thank you, darling. Sit, eat, and I’ll explain Rubens to you.”

Alec sits and eats and watches his guy eat too. Between bits of his anecdote, his guy has something to say about each hors d’oeuvre, remarking on the flavor balance or mouthfeel or seasonality, and Alec soaks it all in, rapt.  

“And so Rubens,” he’s saying, “had a penchant for — fuller-figured girls, if you will, like yours truly.” He pauses, preens. “I was quite large even then; it’s a shame it’s been rather lost to time. If I remember correctly, I was Rubens’ only male nude. It’s truly a triumph; he painted me spilling out of a dressing gown, fresh from the bath, all rosy and damp —”

Alec chokes on a crumb of tartlet crust. His brain feels like that video Jace showed him of an entire fireworks display going off at once. 

“And by ‘lost to time,’” concludes the guy cheekily, “I mean ‘spelled into oblivion in my apartment, lest the Met acquire one of my greatest honors.’”

“You’ll have to show me,” Alec grinds out. The guy’s lips curl into that smile again, and slowly, he reaches one plump, begloved hand across the table. Alec takes it. And maybe he is under a spell, because he can barely believe the words on his tongue even as he cues them up.

“Can I kiss you?” 

His guy’s smile widens. “I thought you’d never ask.”

And well, Alec’s not going to make him get up for it, so he scoots his chair closer to his stranger and leans forward until he’s practically sprawled across the guy’s stomach. He cups his soft cheek in one hand, breathes in his sweet, spicy, incense-y smell —

— and their masks bash together.

“God damn it,” says Alec, and the guy laughs. 

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. You’ll see it in the Rubens eventually, I hope.”

“Yeah, okay,” says Alec, grinning back. His own mask is pretty plain — black with some silver scrollwork. Izzy picked it out under strict instruction to get him the least obnoxious one available. “On three?”

“On three,” his guy agrees, and they count together: one, two, three.

Alec pulls off his mask, already feeling a big dumb grin spreading across his face — until he looks across the table, and the grin falls away as his mouth drops open.

This guy’s eyes are familiar — golden, expertly made up. His pudgy cheeks belie his high cheekbones, and the coquettish, self-assured look on his face rings one too many bells. No. No no no no. He has not spent the last hour getting hot and bothered over Magnus Bane, serial flirt, general pain in Alec’s ass, and half of the warlock civil suit that’s currently driving him insane.

“Well,” says Magnus as Alec gapes, “I must say that wasn’t quite the response I was hoping for.”

“No!” says Alec, categorically unable to process this. “I know you! You’re — you’re —”

“Thin?” supplies Magnus. “Slender? Trim? The masculine ideal? A South Asian Adonis?”

“Yes!” says Alec helplessly. “Why are you even at Lorenzo’s if you’re in a fucking lawsuit against him? Wait, is this a disguise? Is that it? What the fuck, Magnus?”

Magnus, to his credit, looks only marginally fazed by all of Alec’s to-do. “No, darling,” he drawls, drawing a hand down the wide, lush expanse of his middle. “Not quite, at least. This isn’t the disguise. But the body you’re familiar with? That’s camouflage, Alexander. Look around. Do you see anyone at this party who looks like me? Do you think any of them would take me seriously in this body? For the ones charged with stewarding the supernatural world, Nephilim have a list of prejudices as long as both of your legs.”

Alec goes quiet. 

“And yes,” Magnus goes on, “I am, at present, legally entangled with Lorenzo Rey. However, that doesn’t mean I’m going to miss out on the chance to sneer at his decor and enjoy his bonnes bouches and champagne. Et voilà: in this body, he’d never guess.” He gives a theatrical shrug and fixes Alec with a coy, catlike gaze. “What can I say, I’m a petty creature. Still want to kiss me?”

And the thing is that Alec does. Maybe he could stand to learn a thing or two from the Downworld about how shortsighted the Nephilim can be, and maybe he’d better also do some soul searching about whether he’s got some newfound preferences or if he’s been repressing these like he’s been repressing everything else. 

“On one condition,” he says, and Magnus lifts a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“Yes, darling?”

“Let’s get out of here,” he says, giving Magnus a hand up and going a little weak in the knees as Magnus rocks forward and levers himself up with a soft noise that Alec wishes he could play back again and again. “Let me at least buy you dinner first. It won’t be bone bush or whatever you said, but there’s a really good Italian place up near the Institute. Cloth napkins, everything. My treat. And the chairs don’t have arms, either. And, um.” He laces his fingers through Magnus’s, and Magnus steps closer, the heavy curve of his belly brushing the front of Alec’s suit. 

“Yes?”

Alec’s finding it a little hard to breathe. “I don’t want you to think that — you’re still, uh, — I think you’re still —”

Magnus waits. 

“I think you’re really hot like this,” Alec finishes. “Like, you look so good that you’re making it hard to talk. Or think. I don’t want you to think that I don’t think that about this body. I do. Like, I really, really do.”

Magnus cups Alec’s face in one hand, and he’s so close that Alec can feel the warmth radiating from him, the soft give of his body. “Alexander Lightwood, a romantic,” he purrs. “Who would have thought?”

“It’s my mystique,” says Alec, jamming his own mask back over his face and gesturing for Magnus to do the same. “Come on, before anyone realizes we’re gone.”

Magnus’s hand is snug around his as they spill out of the party. The sweet, soft air smells like hope.

[yumomia]

So now I obviously know what Mia, Mo, and Yuko all look like.

But I know for certain people they might vision them differently in their own head/fic stories.

So in your Mia and Me fanfics what am I supposed to be picturing when thinking of more specifically Yuko and Mo. Mo especially I’m interested to know.. like every little detail so please do describe them all to me 😭what’s his hair type? Did you make his skin darker? (Brown would look lovely if u ask me) what’s his nose shape like? Any beauty marks? Same for Yuko?? What’s going on appearance wise?

OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS

roughly, this is what the trio looks like, including mia's human form! but i'll do a quick rundown of specifics!!

mia: mia is the SPITTING IMAGE of her father, especially when she's in the human world. she has loose brown curls that reach down to about her upper back and her ears pierced. light brown freckles are on her cheeks, and she has a bigger beauty mark on her right cheek (the picrew i used didn't have that option lol). she's the shortest of the trio. in the human world, she has little pink streaks running through her hair that she usually has to use a spell to cover. there's a scar that can be seen stretching above her elf dress (which is the same as canon), almost reaching her neck, from fighting panthea. she likes to wear long sleeves to cover her bracelet, but as it's the middle of summer where we currently are in the story, she doesn't get that option much. her ears are a LITTLE bit pointed in the story when she's in the human world, and her wings are light pink, like in canon!

yuko: yuko is lithe and muscular. she has red hair that just brushes her shoulders when she lets it down, though she never does. she has a small mark shaped like a sun on her right cheek. it's not as obvious as her star from canon is, it glows gold when yuko uses a lot of magic. it's shaped like this!

her eyes are sapphire blue, and she tends to wear small blue gemstones in her hair. just because she's a badass warrior doesn't mean she can't look cute! she's also the only one (in canon as well) that wears real shoes! yuko wears gladiator sandals that lace up around her calves (whereas mia basically wears thigh-high socks and mo has half his foot out). when she can, she likes painting things on herself, like poetry and other little doodles, though she tends to only do that if she knows she won't have to fight anytime soon, so mia hasn't gotten to see the doodles. yuko has a roman nose, because i have a roman nose and i WILL project onto every one of these characters, so she has the small bump in the bridge of her nose. she has the most scars as well, from hundreds of fights over the years. her wings are the same yellowy-orange as from canon, though they are longer than mia's. she's the second-tallest in the group.

mo: mo is the one i changed the most, obviously. he's got dark brown skin (as does mayla, btw. they aren't blood related but in my heart mayla has dark skin and wears her hair in long braids). his curls are about 3b and his hair is like canon, so black it's almost blue. he has a rounder face than yuko does. his nose is flatter than the other two (and as stated in s1e20, they think it's adorable). he has way less scars than yuko. most of his tend to be on his hands from muncs' snakebites. technically, he's supposed to be wearing his crown everywhere, but mayla and raynor realized long ago that that's a lost cause and gave up lol. he's the tallest of the trio, beating yuko by about two inches, but his wings are shorter than hers, longer than mia's. his eyes are an indigo-sort of purple, the same as his friendship ring. he fidgets when he's uncomfortable, most often playing with his friendship ring or opening and closing his water glare. he wears ear cuffs up by the tips of his pointed ears as well, most of the time.

i hope this helped!! i got this less than a minute after you sent it so i've been making sure to include everything i can think of!!

story they're referencing

picrew i used

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[delopsia]

del 🩷 do we ever talk about how Bob and Rhett face the “this dude I’m putting my dick is looks exactly like me” thing? like I know you’ve mentioned they test out the wazoo to make sure they’re not related. but once they’ve confirmed that, how do they navigate the whole twins-not-twins thing? do they ever joke about it? like making the “I’ve always wanted to have sex with my clone/myself” joke?

It absolutely messes with them a little bit, especially in the beginning 💃it's a little bit offputting, leaning in and kissing someone who looks so much like you; Rhett finds it kind of hot, Bob is trapped in a perpetual state of bewilderment.

At the start of the relationship, they have a horrible habit of smiling mid-kiss, like two kids who can't take things seriously. Rhett's voice is deeper than Bob's, but they sound so similar when they're humming into kisses that the reminder would bubble up all over again. It's more amusing than it is anything else.

Rhett loves making jokes about it, to Bobby's dismay. Muttering about how "'s like I'm watchin' my clone suck my cock," and poor Bob is so caught off guard that he's sputtering around him. But if Bob makes the same comment in return? Rhett takes it in stride. The ass.

They never really stop joking about it. Sometimes, they'll even go out of their way to look as similar as possible. Once, Bob let his hair grow out just for the hell of it, letting it go until the ends began to curl, a lighter shade than the dark chocolate of Rhett's. It wasn't until the Reader joked how similar the two looked that they hatched a plan.

The Reader was only meant to be gone for two weeks to visit family, and it was just enough time for Bob to (somehow) get his facial hair to grow out. They trimmed Rhett's hair to match Bob's shorter length, finally broke out those contacts Bob bought and never used, and went shopping for identical outfits.

You can imagine the Reader's surprise when they come home and are greeted by two Rhetts.

In fact, the only way to tell them apart at that point was Bob's slightly lighter hair, rounder cheeks, muscle definition, height, and the way they carried themselves.

Rhett's a big, noticeable presence wherever he goes, with broad shoulders and thick biceps; his gait is firm, with purpose. He's smaller than Bob, and yet he feels bigger.

Bob's more akin to a fox than anything; his body sways with his step, slipping under the radar. You don't realize he's in a room until he makes himself known. He's lanky, nothing but soft, lean muscle that becomes hard to miss when he's next to Rhett.

They struggle to keep it up for longer than a day; Bob's not a fan of the whole facial hair thing on himself, and an upcoming deployment means he's got to cut off those long locks he's acquired, but it's a fun experience.

It's a confusing relationship to navigate sometimes, but it's no less perfect. Even if they do get confused with each other once a week.

[atoriv-art]

I’m deeply in love with your artstyle! What do you headcanon for the Naruto characters appearances and how did you come to that?

thank you!! assuming you mean facial features + body types and the like, it's honestly a very "vibes"-based approach AKSDMKM i wrote down a feeew of my thoughts in [ this post ] (which i doodled as i was still not done watching naruto LMAO) but it's mostly about like.. picking aspects of the character that jump out to me and thinking about how to incorporate that in my interpretation of them, a lot of the time it's their eyes (for example i Adore itachi's stupid prettyboy eyelashes so i knew i wanted to draw those) but it could be just about anything; some examples of my beloved Guys:

with itachi i wanted a 'ghostly' kind of look to him because he is very aloof and distant, i also like having him be Long and Bony for a lack of a better word for the same reason?

with sasuke i wanted a very sweet and earnest "trying to look tough but failing because he's a little guy" vibe, mostly because those are the thoughts that were going thru my brain in any given sasuke scene in our naruto watch

for kakashi i needed his prettyboy charms coupled with his depressed everything

etc! it's hard to convey how/why something comes off a certain way, and that's mostly because imo any given appearance can be used to convey any sort of idea depending on execution! it's not Just "round = friendly and triangle = angry" yk you gotta like. flavor it for the lack of a better word

i'll put the rest under a read more so it's not too long ^^

for more general examples here's my kabuto (yeah i'm a kabuto liker. woe.), konan and nagato

kabuto (esp. in shippuden) has sharper features and i also wanted to go with a face type i'm not AS used to drawing for funsies, i also think the Angles contrast well with his (...stupid...) glasses.

kabuto is an adult but he's still very young esp when we first meet him so when drawing his younger self i'd like to put emphasis on that (especially because he presents himself as friendly), thus the slightly rounder features. by contrast in shippuden he's Going Through Some Things so the spikes in his hair are emphasized and he looks a bit more mature

konan for me sticks out as like, "bold"? not aggressive but very intense if that makes any sense, she's a very serious person and you can tell from the moment you see her, nagato ofc has the rinnegan so his eyes have to be the main feature of his face, and similar to itachi he has a thinner body type... what i wanted with him was similarly a very serious person with a lot of edge to his gaze due to his special dojutsu. and finally on a more subjective level i wanted them to look like they match/belong together because i'm very normal about them ♥

i also enjoy conveying character through how hair is maintained, so for nagato he lets his hair grow kind of however it wants to, konan is more meticulous about hers (tho i forgot to draw her bun in that LOL), and kabuto (given when his design transitions to the shorter hair) i very much picture cutting his in a moment of crisis (pictured below. <3)

there's also always like.. the Fullness of the hair if it makes sense, i enjoy drawing 'fluffier' stereotypical anime hairstyles a lot but i also really like having people like itachi with finer hair and such, i also think varying that between characters gives each a more unique charm :)

one should also note that a lot of the times the physical features are only half the impression, the other half is how they carry themselves and body language conscious And subconscious!

i think in general studying from life will never lead you wrong (even if your style isn't 'realistic', like, mine certainly has anime leanings), and being mindful of what kind of choice/feature you give someone and what you think that implies about them is always important :) the characters i draw are all characters i like so i try to let whatever makes me fond about them have an influence ^^

it's a constant learning process imo i personally find that even if i like how i draw faces Now i often find them wonky like, 6 months later? but i take that less to mean that i drew them Bad and more to mean i've improved lol

[onegianthotmess]

Ikemen Vampire Rants:

💃If the Suitors Turned Into Women💃

If you haven’t seen part One of this rant, I suggest you read it for more of an explination on how this multi-part rant is formatted.

This is part two, which makes the next three suitors Arthur, Vincent, and Theo/Theodorus. (There’s a trend of them talking and then being like “oh shit” and slapping a hand over their mouths when they wake up as women this round-)

Also, I will be using myself (Amelia; looks like Uraraka from MHA but with peach colored eyes, fluffy and curvy figure, and is between 5’9-5’10 in height) as an insert for the MC and as the one who helps the suitors through their strange experience.

Mini Warning!: there is one use of a Dutch swear word in Theo’s part, but his nickname for the MC is literally mutt/dog/puppy, so-

Faust needed a few test subjects for his new experimental elixir, and naturally he first moved to put it into Charles’s and Vlad’s dinner. But, by some inexplicable reason, a few vials of the elixir somehow made their way to le Comte’s mansion and ended up in the residents’s dinner. Let’s see how this plays out, shall we???

Arthur Canon Doyle

Our British lad woke up unusually early, craving fudge

He didn’t feel too unusual, his back ached the tiniest bit and his chest felt a bit heavy, but those could’ve been cause by him sleeping wrong and he could be coming down with a little something or in need of a drink

Either way, the author didn’t think too hard about it until he actually got out of bed and glanced down to see that he now had breasts

“Bloody hell-!”

He clapped a hand over his mouth when he’d heard the sound of his voice

It sounded higher, more feminine, and much sweeter than it ever sounded before

Even as a boy his voice wasn’t this high and light!

Arthur moved his hand from his mouth and felt down his sides and to his hips, confused by his new curvature and build

And, now that he was awake, he realized his hair went down a little past his chest now

As much as he wanted to solve the mystery of his new predicament, he also needed help on how to be situated as a woman

And with extremely limited options, the author immediately went to the only woman in the mansion; Amelia

He of course poked his head out from behind his door to check if anyone was around before he rushed down the hall as quickly and quietly as possible to Amelia’s room and knocked on her door

It took a couple of knocks before Arthur could hear the brunette sleepily grumbling as she pulled herself out of bed and made her way to the door

Only to instantly be wide awake at the sight of a dimly lit Arthur that was now a woman

The brunette quickly pulled the author into her room and turned on her light to get a better look at him

Slightly shorter with a very slender hourglass type figure, not too many curves, and a rounder, more feminine face with slightly fuller lips

Amelia was just as confused as Arthur, if not a little more with how sleepy she was, but was very willing to help

After she sent him to go back to bed so she could help him at an appropriate time to actually be awake instead of an ungodly hour of the morning when it was still dark out

And so, Arthur went back to sleep, woke up at a more reasonable time, and Amelia came to his room with a few things to help him a little bit after he woke up

A little bit of improvising had to be done since Arthur was less curvaceous than Amelia, but eventually a solution was found that kept Arthur’s new chest in place

A few belts had to be used to make Arthur’s pants fit around his slightly slimmer waist, but other than that his clothes still fit him decently, if a little loose

And after Amelia brushed Arthur’s hair, he was fine to head down to breakfast if he wanted

And he did

And he gave zero explanation to anyone and began behaving like normal

Theo was even more annoyed with Arthur because he wouldn’t explain how he suddenly became a woman overnight

And Isaac was even more embarrassed to have Arthur teasing him because now he added some flirting in there

(You can’t fucking tell me that Arthur isn’t bisexual!)

The day went on as normal with Arthur going back up to his room and writing, drinking coffee, and eventually taking his beloved Vic outside to play a bit

And the afternoon was ended in Arthur running away from Theo, who was chasing him because Arthur started flirting with him just to see what would happen if he did

All in all, Arthur was happy with his day and went about normally the next day when he was back to normal

And Isaac hid himself away from Arthur for a good two weeks out of embarrassment and in a desperate attempt to avoid anymore potential flirting on the latter’s part

Side note: Arthur didn’t flirt with Isaac after that because, while he is a teasing asshole, Arthur isn’t a monster who completely tortures people

Vincent van Gogh

Sunshine boy woke up on his couch as per usual

(Christ on a stick, we need to get babie boy his own bed-)

And he was so tired and used to sleeping on a couch that he didn’t really notice anything different with him until he began to get dressed for the day and then-

“OH MY-!”

Both of Vincent’s hands quickly flew to his mouth when he heard his own voice

First of all, he now had breasts and very wide hips

Second, his voice was higher and somehow even softer and lighter than it was before

Third, his hair now seemed to be long enough to reach just a little above his chin

And things didn’t get better when he heard Theo knocking on his door

And they got worse when Vincent turned around to see the door opening

“Broer, you slept in past breakfast so I wanted to—WHO ARE YOU?!”

Theo, of course, was shocked to see some random woman alone in his brother’s room

But, after a second, when he really looked at the woman, Theo could tell that the woman was Vincent

He looked more or less the same, except with a rounder face and fuller lips and somehow even softer features

Both brothers stood frozen and staring at each other until Theo told Vincent to wait a second and to not move while he went and got help before rushing out of the room, closing the door behind him

Figuring that he had little options at the moment, Vincent just sat down on his couch and patiently waited for his brother to return, hands folded in his lap

And a few minutes later, Theo came back with Amelia in tow, a bag slung on her shoulder

When the brunette saw Vincent, she immediately dropped her bag, ran over to the artist, and immediately hugged him and saying that he was the most fucking adorable thing she’d ever seen in that moment

When Theo got mad, a quick glare and threat to not help shut him up

And then he was forced out of the room as to not overwhelm Vincent

Once Amelia kicked Theo out, she turned to the former man and began to help him in getting ready for the day as a woman with the things she brought with her in her bag

The upper body undergarment was a bit of a struggle since Vincent’s new breast were just a wee bit too small to pass in wearing one of Amelia’s undergarments, so a bit of improvising was required

After that, Amelia just had to help Vincent to get his clothes to fit his new body correctly, his shirt was a bit loose around the waist and his pants were a bit tight due to his new curves, but they managed to fit

And once Vincent’s hair was brushed, he and Amelia walked out into the hallway where Theo was waiting because he was still worried about his brother

Theo did thank Amelia and asked Vincent what he was going to do, if he was going to tell Comte about his situation or any of the other residents

And Vincent just said he was going to go into town with Amelia because he promised to hang out with her the day prior and said Theo was welcome to join so long as Amelia was okay with it

And she was because she knew Theo wouldn’t take no for an answer and she wanted extra help in keeping an eye on Vincent because there was no doubt would weird things would happen if Vincent turning into a woman was the first thing on the agenda for the day

So, without being seen by anyone else, the three left the mansion and got in a carriage to go to town and have a little down time

Amelia was almost tempted to go and buy Vincent a dress, but she resisted knowing that it probably wouldn’t fit him for long if he did turn back into a man

Speaking of men, many men approached Amelia and Vincent and began flirting with them, specifically with Vincent because he literally looked like a fucking angel

But a glare from Theo made them apologize and run away, leaving Vincent and Amelia very confused

The three of them spent their day looking around town, finding places for Vincent to sketch, and Amelia sketching Vincent at one point because he was so beautiful and she wanted to remember this odd day

In the evening, the three of them made it back to the mansion and Vincent snuck back to his room and Amelia delivered a small bottle of Rouge for his dinner since he didn’t eat all day

The next day, Vincent was back to normal and no one but Theo and Amelia knew why all three of them disappeared from the mansion the day before

And it was gonna fucking stay that way

Theodorus van Gogh

(Christ on a stick, I had too much fun with Theo!)

Theo woke up as normal, if quite early, but he felt strange

His chest felt incredibly heavy and his back was in quite a bit of pain

When Theo managed to sit up and throw his legs over the edge of his bed to sit properly, he looked down and-

“SCHIJTEN-”

Theo clamped a hand over his mouth when he heard his now feminine and honey laced voice

Somehow, he found that he now had an ample bust under his nightshirt and long hair that reached his hips

Theo’s mind went a mile a minute as he thought of what to do

As much as his instincts told him to, he couldn’t really go to his older brother as he wouldn’t have any ideas on how to really help Theo’s current situation

Arthur would make fun of or flirt with or do both with him instead of help most likely

Le Comte would probably just as stumped as he was

And Theo didn’t really think that any one of the other residents would be of much help for this particular situation

Well, except for Amelia, who was the only woman in the entire mansion

Seeing as he had no other options, Theo decided to go to Amelia’s room with his clothes for the day in hand

Of course, he had to take a couple of detours and even hide once from an already working Sebastian and a sleepy Arthur already on his third cup of coffee for the day as to not be seen before he’d gotten any help

And, for once, he was happy to have a couple days off of work

Once Theo reached Amelia’s room, he knocked a couple of times before a faint “Come in” could be heard

Not wanting to be out in the open in the hall, Theo quickly and quietly ducked into Amelia’s room

And he stood awkwardly in front of the door when he was inside of the room until the brunette woman emerged from a corner already dressed and froze when she saw him

After a split second Amelia burst out laughing at Theo, to which the art dealer responded by dropping his clothes, rushing over to the maid, and clapping a hand over her mouth

“Please put a muzzle on that snout of yours, Hondje. I’d rather not have anyone see me like this right now.”

After Theo heard a muffled, but annoyed, “Fine” from the brunette, he moved his hand away from her mouth

Amelia quickly stepped back and looked Theo up and down before shrugging

“I mean, your tits are too big to fit any of the undergarments I have, but we can improvise.”

Theo was confused. “My what?”

“Your tits. It’s another word for boobs, I mean breasts.”

Theo was going to get angry and shout when Amelia held up a hand to silence him

“Just look at them before you get mad, dummy. Your chest is two or three sizes bigger than mine so it won’t fit anything I’ve got. Your back must be killing you, too.”

As Amelia kept rambling, Theo just kept quiet and let her help him

Once a makeshift upper body undergarment was fashioned for Theo, Amelia helped him in getting his pants to fit around his slimmer waist with a few belts

And after that, Amelia told Theo to sit and she did his hair, clearly having fun because she put it into a loose braid

And like that, Theo was dressed in a way that would help him be more comfortable and he thanked Amelia for her assistance

Amelia then said that Theo could go down to breakfast if he wanted to, but she had to leave so that Sebastian would get help preparing everyone’s meal

And like hell Theo was going to pass up his beloved pancakes!

Are you crazy?!

Mf would probably marry some pancakes if he didn’t eat them first-

When Theo went down to breakfast, no one really said anything

Until Arthur came in the room

“Well, Theo, you look rather-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll feed you to King.”

Needless to say, Arthur shut up after that

When Vincent came in the room, his brain went completely “am confusion cinnamon roll noises”

“So my little brother is now a woman… Does that mean I have a little sister now?”

Either way, Vincent said Theo was incredibly beautiful as a woman and pat him on the head, to which the latter got embarrassed by and asked the former to stop

Not much happened after breakfast, except for Arthur needing to be told off occasionally

Theo mostly spend his day with King, playing with him and taking a nap with him at one point

King ended up on top of Theo and used his chest as a pillow as he usually did

Theo had to glare at Arthur so he wouldn’t make a sexual joke or comment about it

The next day, Theo woke up back to normal and was so relieved

“Oh, thank god!”

His back was killing him yesterday and he gave Amelia props for being able to still be able to stand up straight at the end of the day

No one really said anything about the day before, except for Vincent saying he was happy his brother was back to normal and King whining because his new chest pillow wasn’t as big and soft anymore

And there’s the next three suitors! Sorry it took a minute, babes! I had fun with this one and yes, I do imagine Vincent and Theo having sort of reversed female body types. Stay tuned for part three and go read part one of you haven’t, please and thank you!

[kingcunny]

🦄 for the dance era targaryens

🦄 - Characters' physical appearance

dance era targs (roughly) oldest to youngest

rhaenys. tanned/olive skintone. takes more after jocelyn than aemon, but got aemons pale lilac eye color. not buff, but toned, swimmers build almost. when i read f&b for a sec i misinterpreted rhaenys “hair streaked with white” line as not referencing her age, but as poliosis.

and i think thats a really cool look for her so im keeping it :) if i can get a little anime with it, its reversed in laena and laenor. silver hair with black streaks.

daemon . more silver than gold. pale skin. pale purple eyes. looks just alyssa, big ears, crooked gap-tooth smile. but didnt get her curly hair or freckles. strong but also not built, lithe. for Some Reason having facial hair makes daemon want to die 🤔 so hes obsessive about staying clean shaven no matter where he is. notible then, that while he was hanging around harrenhal waiting for aemond to show up he hadnt shaved in weeks.

rhaenyra . takes more after viserys than aemma, but cooler coloring than him. silver>gold. rich purple eyes. wavy/curly hair. she also got alyssas silly ears and smile through viserys, as well as his sense of fashion. dresses in dramatized valyrian style, not at all historically accurate but looks sick as fuck. canon traits: fat, big nose, long braid, lots of jewelry.

aegon ii and helaena both take more after viserys, aemond and daeron after alicent.

aegon ii . flushed, bloated, alcoholic face. yall know that bit in the beginning of disco elysium when harry stumbles into the bathroom and starts groping his face talking about how much it sucks and how badly it hurts? aegon2s daily morning routine. sallow skin. gold>silver. tries to grow a mustache to look like viserys but he managed to dodge both viserys and ottos facial hair genes, ends up with a little pencil stache. canon trait?: fat

helaena . shorter. rounder face and softer features. pale purple eyes. freckles. crooked gap-toothed smile. wavy/curly hair. canon trait?: fat

aemond . tallest out of anyone here. skinny and lanky. not an ounce of muscle or fat on him. silver>gold. cooler skin tone. freckles?

daeron . i know the book says daeron had the valyrian look but i like thinking that he DIDNT. and thats why he got sent away to military school oldtown. hes kinda fucking with the greens whole “rhaenyra is a SLUT just LOOK at her children its obvious :/“ ive been picturing him with brown hair (from alicent) and purple eyes, but i saw this one fanart where he had the silver hair but green eyes and that looked really cool too. tan skin, freckles. shorter, but strong. curly hair.

baela and rhaena are fraternal twins, not identical. (baela wishes they were identical) they take more after laena than daemon. im kinda thinking about having one of them inherit laenas reverse poliosis, but im not such which. i do think it should be only one of them though.

baela . black/mixed. stockier build. i like the idea of her having short box braids, with the beaded ends. or short twists, especially in this half up style. feels very baela. likes to wear pants+dress like a man. light green/mint jewelry for moondancer, but otherwise doesnt really like to dress up. crooked smile.

rhaena . black/mixed. long goddess/butterfly locs. hair usually done up. always a bunch of jewelry and accessories in her hair. soft flowing fabrics, pastel colors. pink for mo(u)rning, maybe she also wears green for moondancer. lots of jewelry.

jacaerys . out of all of rhaenyras children, including aegon3 and vis2, jace is the one that looks the most like her. little brown haired boy version of nyra. has the valyrian nose if not the colors. wavy hair, not as curly as luke+joffs. darker skin. tall but bad posture so he looks shorter than he is. purpleish brown eye color. able to gain the most muscle.

aegon iii . very skinny. pale, sallow skin, deep set eyes, dark eye bags. straight, lank, hair. cutting scars on his chest. silver>gold but barely even silver, more white. also got alyssas gap toothed smile, but he never smiles so you wouldnt know it. essentially looks like a living ghost. canon traits?: purple eyes so dark they look black.

viserys ii . gold>silver. tan skin. freckles? curly hair. chubby and shorter.

if anyones not mentioned here its either because they died as a child and i dont have any strong opinions about their appearance or i forgor

[surveillance-0011]

Hey what if I *draws your alien that hates humans as humans* lol

These are all a little old (from jan-march) but save for giblets I feel like I’ve got everyone pinned down nicely. Notes under the cut!! Don’t repost, feel free to tell me what you think 💕

1-2: Krubis. I hope you see my vision here. Mostly just trying to figure out if I like this hair texture for him or if I go curlier. I’m set for his work outfit though and I like the idea of him wearing glasses or shades 24/7. But yknow. I think this captures his essence. This is the sort of person he is in my eyes.

The second doodle is kind of rushed but I think in a human au maybe he’d forgo a prosthetic in most circumstances. Hell I think if he can remove the drill at all in canon then he does so when it comes to paperwork and shit. I think he was born without the arm so hes learnt to get by without any sort of prosthetic. I need to do more research into the matter though

3: Douglas. The shorter cut is more in character but I do like the (VERY SPLATOON INSPIRED BTW) braid idea. I think he’s on the younger side alongside the Skrendels? But also he’s very baby faced I think. To mirror the whole “actually Douglas was the silly blue goober the whole time” thing

4: Dr. Giblets. As I said before this sketch is a bit old but I did touch it up. A bit too lanky his face needs to be rounder. I think he’s the oldest of the officers maybe older than Garm. Probably? Not by much. Also 5 Torg in the corner but I didn’t like how she came out so she’ll be in the next batch of whatever 💔💔💔

5: Angela + Jonathan in armor bc for a human/more anthro au I think they’d all have these helmets that mirror the one big eye(and headcanons for what happens when they argue: Angela mediates between Jonathan and Mona, Jonathan does the same when Angela argues with Mona, and Mona just straight up leaves the two to beat the shit out of each other then tearfully apologize .). Also nipulon weezer blue.

6: Garmantuous. Idk if he should be bald or not. Also like 40? Could be a bit older maybe even younger… extra eyes HAVE TO be plugs though I have decided on this. I feel smart for this.

7: more Mona ^_^ more developed sketch of the same hc that he just dips if the other two ever argue + fem presenting alt design + probably what went through his head by the time the BH took out his other brothers during the fight. Also his hair would be bleached blonde 👍🏼 but all the Skrendels have very dark hair naturally.

(On that note: as mentioned before Krubis’s hair is all grey now to mirror the drill. Douglas not sure probably brown or strawberry blond/gingery but dyed blue. Giblets. Uh. Idk it’s pink ish but that way naturally somehow and greying obviously. Garm also blonde but probably bleached? And like I said Skrendels all have black or brown hair but Mona bleached his and Jonathan dyes his hair every now and then

[leonenjoyer69]

Wanted to ask something about your bbg Elias, s there any difference between his face shape to Robert's the way Edward is different from Henry?👀

Been a while since I've last read your fic about Elias (two weeks in total but MAN those were some ling weeks-) so I might be forgetting stuff or small details about it cmdbcjbdksbxksbd

Don't worry, I forget things about my own fics very quickly 💀 I need to reread it and pump out the next chapter already, no matter how much I may dislike it. Also, honestly I've rambled and come up with so much stuff seperately from the story that I don't even remember what lore has been included in it! I just know there's really not much at all 💀 But!!! Yes there are differences! Uh, more below the cut cuz I'm gonna include art and stuff lmao

Okay, so, first of all, Elias's face is less round than Lanyon's, and a bit shorter. basically, his jaw is a bit more refined and also less chubby than Lanyon's, I guess. You know how hyde's face is shorter and chubbier/rounder than Jekyll's? Yeah, well, since Lanyon's already got his cute chubby cheeks, I figured Elias could lose some of that, he's still got very squishable cheeks tho, lil fella :3

otherwise, other facial differences include:

-lighter freckles, but still definitely visible, and he may have more than Lanyon

-lighter(?), less saturated skin

-usually has more of a flush on his cheeks

-less round eyes, generally have a more squinted look, since he's more sensitive to light (blue and green eyed gang with a sensitivity to light, rise up!)

-eyebags/sunken eyes

-hair is a pretty obvious one, they have completely different hair types (what those types are I couldn't tell you tho) and colors (and lengths, obviously)

-more scrunched up nose, basically always has that line between his eyes on his nose. kinda gives a small feeling that he's always a little disgusted, though people kinda got used to it as his usual appearance.

-funky lil eyebrows! They kinda end like Jekyll's do, with the little squiggle, but way less extreme and more up than down, if that makes sense? (pic of him bald for ref lmao) this is something that usually doesn't get noticed I feel because of how his hair covers them

-when front facing, he has the same lil nose thing that Lanyon has, that goes over the bridge of his nose and under his eyes. He's also just inherently got this insanely sad look I suppose 💀

And then there's,,,, this one. Uh, his body is far more lithe than Lanyon's, and his ribs show a bit. His freckles also span his chest and back and shoulders like Lanyon's do. His collar bones and such are also more present

OTHERWISE, for comparisons, this is,,,, one of the 3 times (basically) I've drawn Lanyon, and I don't really like it ngl, messed up the eyes too much, but some of the differences should kinda be visible.

Otherwise, there's also this piece--

Where I like how Lanyon looks and kinda,,, don't like how Elias looks, bc I kept messing up HIS eyes and mouth 💀 literally the best Lanyon I've drawn tho, shout out to this Lanyon specifically 🗣️🗣️

Anyways!!! Yeah!!! They certainly have their differences, as well as their similarities, I love my babies so much and I really really need to update my fic... Once the English language returns to me. Thank you for the ask, and I'm glad you enjoy my story and characters :D

[drpeppertummy]

posting tiny sunny (even shorter than usual) in the middle of the night

[g/t, micro/macro, whatever we say around here, brief hunger, stuffing, tummy rubs]

Sunny, who happened to be only six inches tall on this fine afternoon for no reason in particular, was exploring the fridge in search of a snack when the door suddenly shut behind him. He jumped, started by the loud thud and the sudden darkness. For a moment he remained still, processing what had just happened, and then panic set in. He spun around frantically, heart pounding.

"Hey! Hello?" His voice trembled more than he'd have liked it to as he called out, but nobody heard. Whoever had shut the door was long gone.

Sunny sat down, wrapping his arms tightly around himself. What a stupid idea it had been to sneak into the fridge. It would've been just as easy to ask somebody else to get something for him, and now he was going to freeze all alone in the darkness, on an empty stomach, no less. His belly rumbled pitifully.

As he sat shivering on the fridge shelf, his eyes began to adjust to the darkness. He looked around. A jar of jelly loomed on his left--he'd never be able to open that on his own--and to his right was a slice of storebought chocolate cake in a plastic container. He considered it for a moment, then stood up and pried the container open with a grunt. His stomach growled again.

Sunny nearly went to pick a chunk out of the cake with his hands, but, not wanting to get himself too sticky, opted to lean in and take a bite instead. After a few big bites, however, he realized that it was going to be messy no matter what he did. He wiped the frosting from his mouth and licked it off his fingers. He wasn't starving anymore, but he was far from satisfied, and if he was going to freeze to death in this fridge, he was determined to do so with a full belly. With a little bit of struggling and a lot of stretching, he managed to close the container, then turned around to see what else he could find.

He stood with his hands shoved into his armpits, shivering as he surveyed his surroundings. Squinting into the darkness, he could make out more jars--pickles, salsa, olives--but nothing that seemed accessible to his tiny hands. Carefully, he began to walk, only to fall right off the ledge with a yelp of surprise. Fortunately, it wasn't a long drop, and he landed squarely on a wobbly plastic surface. He looked down at it and perked up a little: a box of strawberries.

Sunny climbed down from the top of the container and pried it open, then picked up a strawberry. It was nearly as big as his torso, and was freezing cold in his hands. He nearly put it back, not wanting to make himself colder than he already was, but the sweet smell of it prevented him from doing so. He hesitated, then bit into the strawberry.

It was a perfectly ripe strawberry, and had there been any light to see by, it would have been a beautiful deep crimson. It was cold as ice, but Sunny found himself unable to stop eating it. As he ate, his stomach filled up quickly, poking out against his snug shirt and bulging over the waist of his pants, growing tighter and fuller and rounder until he couldn't eat another bite. Even so, unable to resist the allure of the sweet fruit, he ate a few more bites anyway, and his tiny tummy was so full that he felt like he might pop if he tried to eat any more. He put the half-eaten berry back in the container.

With some difficulty and a soft little moan, Sunny sat down, hands resting on his stuffed belly. His face felt sticky, but that was the least of his worries. He was absolutely freezing, and the cold strawberry hadn't helped at all. He felt chilled to the core. He tried to pull his knees up to his chest to keep warm, but his tummy was too full and too round and it hurt to even try. He settled for sitting criss cross and hugged his arms around himself, shivering. As he sat shivering, he began to sniffle as well, partially from the cold and partially because he was so upset at his situation.

There he sat, sniffling and shivering and whimpering all alone in the dark, when the fridge door suddenly opened. He gasped, startled, and cringed away from the harsh light. His stomach let out an unhappy groan at the sudden movement.

"Sunny! Jesus Christ," Laurie exclaimed. He looked up at her, wincing at the brightness, his face filled with a mixture of shame, guilt, and sorrow. As relieved as he was to be found, he felt foolish for having gotten himself into the situation, and for getting caught not only in his predicament but with such a bloated tummy as well.

"How long have you been in there?" Laurie didn't sound mad. She didn't even sound judgmental. All he could hear in her voice was concern, and he clung to her warm hand as she gently picked him up.

"Forever," he whined, although it had only been about fifteen minutes.

"Oh, Sunny!" Laurie shut the fridge door and held him against her chest. Still shivering, he curled up in her hand, desperately soaking up the warmth. Forgetting what she'd originally come looking for, Laurie left the kitchen and sat down on the couch, holding her miniature friend in her hands.

"Looks like you've been busy in there," she said softly, giving his tiny tummy a gentle tap. He looked sheepishly up at her with his big sad eyes, and she smiled sympathetically.

"I was lookin' for a snack," he said glumly, his gaze dropping.

"I guess you found one." As gently as she could, Laurie rubbed his belly with the tip of her finger. It was shockingly tight and firm, and she felt a pang of pity for him. It felt like it must be terribly uncomfortable, and she supposed by the look on his face that it was.

"Poor little guy." She continued rubbing his distended tummy, and he began to relax. The freezing feeling had faded, and the warmth of Laurie's hands was a tremendous comfort, as was the gentle massaging of his sore tummy. Before long, he was sprawled out in her hand, utterly blissed out as the uncomfortably taut feeling in his stomach melted into a more pleasant fullness.

[11multishipperblog11]

Get out of bed, Kokichi!

((This fic contains Kokichi being upset about his body, I also wrote this a year ago so idk it’s probably outdated… anyways. This blog is for me to dump all my non-posted Danganronpa fics on AO3 cuz I don’t wanna post it on my main acc.))

- [ ] It was dark outside, and everyone was getting ready for bed.

- [ ] Kokichi wasn’t though. Worry tripled down in his throat, making it feel like there was a ball keeping him from breathing through his lungs. His brain felt like it was shaken around and bruised.

- [ ] And the dumbass mirror in the bedroom he didn’t even sleep in.

- [ ] Kokichi sighed; looking at his body through the mirror.

- [ ] It felt even worse then he was in the hospital, but it couldn’t even be half as bad. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t upset.

- [ ] In the killing game, he could be rude whenever he wanted, he could steal, lie a bunch, and easily slip out of others grasps. Well, Sometimes. But now he couldn’t do any of those, now he tries to be nice whenever he can find anything that comes to mind. He still lied but not as much especially with Kaitos grandpartents and… Kaito.

- [ ] He could say that he’s gotten soft, literally. In fact anybody could say that.

- [ ] His ribs weren’t that noticeable anymore when he stretched, counting the fact this his tummy was easily seen, squishing a bit when he sits down, his bellybutton more deep than it used to be. His thighs, to Kokichis discomfort, rubbed together a bit when he walked, and his face even looked rounder than it should. He could hardly get away from Kaito when he’s tickling him.

- [ ] God, he could barley even get out of bed without it feeling like somewhat of a hassle. Kokichi felt lazy, constantly. Always wanting to take some sort of nap at Kaitos home. Kaitos grandma or so he calls ‘meemaw’ is a great baker, and so is Kaito. Whenever Kokichis in a mood he doesn’t think twice in stuffing his stupid face with the delicious treats he’s sure he only eats himself. He hated it. But they were always there. It’s always the feeling after eating the treats he feels bad.

Kokichi suddenly heard a soft knocking on the door. “Hey Kokichi… I don’t really have a bedtime or anything, so I was thinking maybe we could watch a movie together.”

Kaitos voice whispered softly, Kokichi panicked. Kaito couldn’t see him like… *this*. He looked stupid. Too disgusting.

Kaito was starting to open the door, the shorter boy didn’t know what to do. He scrambled under the covers immediately to hide himself. The door creaked, leaving Kaito to let himself walk in Kokichis unused room. “Heyy.. you asleep, buddy?” Kaito questioned softly. Though Kaito knew Kokichi was most likely awake. The lamp light was on and Kokichi could never bring himself to sleep in an actual bed.

Kaito walked over and sat next to the rounded lump under the covers. Patting a hand of his on the shorter boys blanket covered back.

“You know, I got some left over snacks we could have together. The movies reaally good! I saw the reviews and the trailer, I think you’d enjoy that. Plus you could also sit on my lap again if you want and…” Kaito trailed off, something didn’t seem right. It didn’t make sense for Kokichi to hide under blanket covers out of all places, especially in a bed. He’d usually hide *under* the bed if anything. Even though Kokichi didn’t like small places he likes fitting himself into snug places like those. Unless Kokichi wasn’t trying to hide.

“You okay Kitch?” Kaito pulled a bit at the blanket Kokichi was hiding under, Kokichi grunted and went deeper under into the abyss of blankets.

“Ohh, are we playing a game?”

“..No.” Kokichi choked out, muffled by the blankets he pulled himself into. Slowly grabbing his knees and making himself into a ball of shame.

“Ah, okay.. are you alright? You don’t sound very happy. Can you be honest? Cause’ I don’t mind helping you for some good old cuddles man!”

Kaito sneaked his hand in and squeezed a little bit of Kokichis chubby flesh. But Kaito was completely oblivious to it.

Kokichi hated it. So much. What if Kaito just leaves him after the taller boy sees his tubby structure?

Kokichi grabbed Kaitos hand and pushed it away. With guilt. Kokichi didn’t know why he felt guilty. Maybe it was the fear that Kaito was just making fun of him. And maybe it was Kokichis fault all of this happened. He didn’t know anything. But so many possibilities creeped up his mind.

Kokichi pushed Kaitos hand all the way out of the covers.

Kaito only became more confused, what was it that Kokichi was upset about?

Kokichi only huffed and moved away.

Hugging himself, and sucking his tummy in. It doesn’t help though. It doesn’t make him look any different. His body was still round and soft. He could still grab a handful of chub from his stomach.

Why couldn’t he be the way he used to be. He was fine with that. Now he felt insecure. And useless. He didn’t care if it wasn’t healthy. At least he didn’t feel as bad, right?

Suddenly two hands took hold of his waist. Pulling Kokichi from under the covers.

Kokichi felt the hands squeeze a bit at the side of his tummy, though Kaito didn’t notice anything different; it was probably because of Kokichis shirt. Hiding anything wouldn’t last long, though.

Everything Kokichi hides rises up and comes to the surface eventually. Kokichi trusts kaito enough for that. More than he used to, which makes Kokichi just hate this even more.

Kokichi was now out of the blankets. He looked like a cat being held all stupid. Kokichis arms up, his whole torso visible.

“Cmon dude! Just tell me, it’s fine. You know, you don’t have to hide anything anymore. You’re safe here.”

Kokichi gave Kaito that guilty side eye.

“GH.! It’s- it’s nothing, really.”

Kokichi slipped down Kaitos lap unintentionally. Making himself in a laying position in Kaitos lap on his bed.

Kaito saw Kokichis shirt ride up a bit.

“Oh well, alright. Also your shirt is a littl-“ kaito was about to pull down Kokichis shirt.

“AUAAH NO- NONO I CAN FIX IT MYSELF.”

Kokichi sat up immediately interrupting Kaito, freaking out to think of Kaito hating him if he suspects even one thing more squish-able then it used to be.

“Hm? What? You trying to keep me from touching …” kaito hugged Kokichi from where he was sitting, pulling Kokichi in his arms. Kokichi couldn’t move at all like this. He was. Very trapped.

And the fact that Kaito only had to use one of his arms to keep Kokichi in place scared him. Kokichi wasn’t escaping.

Kaito patted Kokichis tummy. The shorter boy jolted up, all the hairs on his body suddenly going straight up by the sudden sensation. It tickled.

Kokichi held back a laugh, but Kaito only grabbed at Kokichis soft side and hugged Kokichi closer to him. Kokichi would kick Kaito if he was facing the right direction.

But kaito got Kokichi in a horrible position.

“whuut~? Is it youwr whittle tummy~? You downt want mwe to squish your adorable wittle tummy~?” Kaito babied Kokichi, now poking his fingers around Kokichis belly button.

“pFUAHAHAHASV KAITOSHAHAHA-” Kokichi lost his breath quickly, falling out of Kaitos arm and flopping onto the bed.

Kokichi felt drool at the side of his face already. His face flushed.

The little chub felt a hand grasp beneath his unnoticeable ribs, and started squeezing the pudgy spot.

A wiggly smile plastered quickly on Kokichis face, as he rolled on his back to get away from Kaito. He only felt the taller boys large hands take hold of Kokichis shirt. Kokichi suddenly felt panic consume him, Kokichis eyes grew wide and immediately he tried to crawl away, but in order to do that he’d. Need to roll over. Disappointing that rolling is the only thing he can do here other then laughing.

But Kokichi was stuck in Kaitos Hands.

Kaito pinned Kokichi down in the spot he was in, with a genuine smile on his face.

Kokichi was stuck with his tummy completely vulnerable. He guessed this is where the truth of why he was upset comes to the surface.

Kaito slowly pulled up Kokichis shirt, the shorter boy squirmed in response in an attempt to get away. But he physically couldn’t. It tickled when his own shirt traveled over the small hairs on Kokichis stomach. Kokichi only could giggle helplessly in between trying to tell Kaito not to.

“Ahauzhs.. aha.. AH KAITO NO- NoHAHAH”

Eventually Kokichis bare, soft, and pudgy tummy was completely exposed to Kaito.

But kaito didn’t react. His face was unreadable. Kokichis face was taken over with fear. He looked away with embarrassment. Now Kaito thought he was some gross animal, huh. But instead.

Kokichi felt a poke at his soft stomach. And then a squish. Then he felt two warm hands prod and squeeze his belly.

Kokichi was no longer restrained. But he still felt like he couldn’t move. The purple haired looked down at Kaitos hands.

He only kept squeezing Kokichis middle. Kokichi was confused, but he was also embarrassed. What was Kaito doing?

Nothing hurt, but it definitely felt strange.

Kaito poked and hugged him tightly often but this time it felt like Kaito just witnessed something he never even saw before.

“..how long have you been hiding this?..”

kaito said in almost a whisper, as if his mind were blown by this.

“..uh. I dont know.” Kokichi huffed, then rolled over on his stomach making Kaito take his hands off of Kokichis tummy.

“Awh.. Oh Right! The movie- can we please watch it together?” Kaito pleaded, Kokichi could feel Kaitos puppy eyes on him.

Kokichi only grunted in the sheets.

“..fine..”

Maybe being chubbier was just an excuse to get touched more often.

That’s what Kokichi thought now, anyway.

[squidkid15]

Little thing for me, was worried about same face in my monkies and wanted to see how distinct they were without color/clothes/scars. Pleasantly surprised at how varied they are! A few look fairly similar but that’s largely intentional when they do. 

Design notes below the cut for anyone curious, mostly for me to ramble cuz I think its neat. 

Core Mac

- Basically canon slightly to the left - Core is fairly canon so that’s pretty fair

- Fluffier and rounder overall. 

- Ears are large, round, and perky. Can see all three on both sides pretty easily.

- Sideburns are pretty long, curve back towards ears. 

- Slight build, not skinny but very narrow.

Godslayer Mac (Red)

- Built like a Greek God

- Shorter fur all around

- Square shapes, esp. in eyes and shape of head

- Ears are small and hang low, tattered. Usually don’t see the lowest one, very obscured if you do. Middle one is also usually fairly hidden. 

- Sideburns are short, more face-framing or straight down. 

- Broken pupils

- Smaller facial features overall

Wasteland Mac

- Longer and narrower features all around

- Average build

- Ears pointier

- Super short fur everywhere but head

- Pointy sideburns, very forward facing

Snapped Mac

- Anatomy is optional

- Most visually distinct

- Literally just a shadow

- No eyebrows, instead the mask follows eyes and acts as brows

- smokey/wispy fur

- Upper canines fused with upper lip

- Pupils optional

- Never actually seen without clothes, this was just for the excerise

- Scrawny man, has (apparently) never eaten in his life. Skin and bones. 

- Long, pointy ears. 

Tiny Man Mac

- Triangle sideburns

- Most actually monkey of all of them

- Big, round eyes

- Eyebrows tend to merge with headfur

- Very fluffy head

- Ears small and hang super low, usually hidden by sideburns. 

- Thin build

- Very small muzzle area

Afterimage Mac

- Core AU but rounder and fluffier (intentional, afterimage is an offshoot of core)

- Eyebrows have less pronounced split

- Sideburns hang down more than back

- Fluffier all around, but very similar to core.

Daydreams Wukong (stripes)

- Flatter headfur, points back more than up

- Sideburns very messy, but all forward facing

- Square eyes

- Actually weirdly similar to godslayer mac?? weird

- Broad, but not as broad as Godslayer mac

Ghost Wukong

- No pupils (except sometimes but that’s plot)

- BIG eyes. If you think they’re big enough, you’re wrong

- Floaty bits, obvs

- Fairly similar to canon wukong, but the AU is fairly canon compliant to a point, not unlike core au