#honestly this was just me wanting to draw formal wear on them

[lolbree]

triple baka trio when they're called to do an interview

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

The meta text of Vaggie hating when people don't use her name or try calling her by another one THEY think she should use, bc they think her name is too vulgar or demeaning or too silly not to joke about -> and then parts of the fandom doing the same thing, is honestly really hitting home in a queer way

here's a character who we know wants people to use her chosen name.

we know she does because she corrects Adam to his face "Actually, it's pronounced Vaggie" drawing a hard line of NO between the old name he gave her with that soft G and the one her girlfriend uses for her now

her exasperation even during the battle, answering Pentious's call out of Vaggatha but still also tiredly pointing out "Not my name", and

ironically. The second miss-naming hurts me more than the first

the Adam thing makes me hate the guy on a personal level, with his stupid smug little "Hmmmmmm- no. Anyway-" saying Vaggie isn't ALLOWED to name herself something new as if he has any claim over her, as if her name has anything to do with him after he abandoned her

But the Pentious thing almost hurts worse for how well meant and casual it is. How familiar that is.

Here it's coming from a friend and the misnaming is a sign of affection from him, a show of respect. He's not calling her the purple female anymore. This is Pentious and his tick of getting polite and formal when addressing people he likes, him snapping his earnest salutes, him as we saw earlier that episode with his shy "Miss Bomb" towards Cherri.

And the way Vaggie just kinda rolls her eye and takes it from him while still clearly not liking it...

She used to wear a uniform that made her almost identical to the other Exorcists around her, she was given her old name by the man in charge of her, a name based on how useful to him she was, she's still got all that soldier stuff marching through her head making her grab for her spear and leaving her with no idea how to get people to bond other than throwing them bodily into a warzone

It just makes sense that the woman she's in a long term happy relationship with be so normal about her chosen 'vulgar' and 'inappropriate' name

Being together that long means Charlie probably knows this specific frustration her girlfriend has and cares enough about her to just say "Vaggie" like its nothing. Or maybe she just thinks, duh, of course she'll use the name Vaggie tells her to use

Maybe Charlie being that kinda person is part of what Vaggie loves about her in the first place. The amount of trust Charlie places in people, just by default

Because there could be good and bad reasons Vaggie's using a version of her old name after leaving that life behind

She could be doing it to remind herself of the shit person she was and feels she has to still make up for being, it could be tied to her self imposed new life purpose of helping make Charlie's dreams come true, it could be Vaggie keeping part of something she hates (herself) so she can feel a bit of "deserved" pain over it even when she was too scared to admit her past to anyone else- a sneaky way to always be reminded of it by the new people in her new life anyway

but that's her choice. People are allowed to make bad decisions for themselves

there's that ethos of the whole hotel and redemption plan again, Charlie's dreams and ideals swinging back into action even when Charlie maybe doesn't know it

what's the idea of redemption or personal change other than accepting that people CAN make choices for themselves? They can even make shitty ones, and that's not a reason to drop them forever or take the choice away like they don't deserve it anymore

What's the permanent extermination of souls other than saying they forever lost the right to say what happens to themselves?

a gay woman is calling herself after vag while switching out her soldier gear to wear miniskirts and giant as fuck hair bow ribbons while kissing and cuddling her girlfriend. Maybe it's cringe. Maybe it's camp. Even if Vaggie obviously isn't meant to be literally trans, it's that deliberate choice thing again, a kinda switcheroo from Adam naming her Vagina just bc it's something that he likes for how it makes him feel good, to Vaggie saying no this is MY thing now.

The Vagina to Vaggie thing is the difference between putting a name on someone else verses taking it for your own.

and Charlie affirms that choice, that right of Vaggie to be called the name she choses, no matter WHAT it sounds like or how awkward it makes some people feel

like, if someone in real life told you their name was Vaggie, would you use their name for them?

Would you accept feeling a bit weird for their sake?

Or would you do what happens so much in real life, when people who care still think they know better or feel like someone being who they are infringes too much on their own sense of comfort or even on that person's own safety, and with all the good intentions and love in the world, someone hurts someone else without understanding that they're evening doing it.

Like Pentious

Who is really and truly Vaggie's friend. The guy she got off to a rough start with but ends up rooting for, shoving her gf out of the room so he can talk to his own crush in peace. He dies to try protecting his friends, including her, and she misses him when he's gone

and he still thought he was doing a nice thing by calling her the more 'normal' sounding "Vagatha". Either because he assumed Vaggie couldn't really be her full name, or thought she deserved better

Charlie doesn't think Vaggie needs a better name

Charlie says her name all the time like it's her favorite word ever, if only because it belongs to the woman she loves

i feel a lot of things about that.

[p0rk-guts]

"Pork you literally posted Charlie a few days ago why are you so Hazbin obsessed rn-" ssshhhhshhsshhs.h........ anyway

VAGGIE REDESIGN! And I changed her name also bc I'm jus like everyone else fr. Meet Verbena :)

BREAKDOWN BELOW!👇🏾+ Exorcist uniform redesign :3

Starting with her name this time. Back when she was still a sinner apparently she was Salvadorian and since she's (apparently?) not a former human at all I decided to take a small creative liberty with her decent and made her Venezualan instead. SOUTH AMERICUH❗❗✊🏾 I'm pretty sure Verbena flowers are native to South America so that's where the name comes from.

Onto the design! I don't have much to say abt her design honestly. It's not egregious, but it doesn't really speak to me either. It looks like simple formal wear or uniform with some strange meaningless accessories attached. And those weird itty bitty shoes that look like they're part of her thigh highs... I'm starting to think all the characters's shoes were a last minute afterthought. All and all it tells us nothing about her character. The hair wings are cool tho so I did steal those

Also the whole deal with her eye is strange to me. Why Is the floating X there??? It's a real physical part of the world, other people can see it. Do pink X's always float over angel wounds? If her arm got chopped off would an X float over it? Was it like. A fucking curse visual placed by Lute as a constant reminder of her disloyalty? Why did Carmilla point out it was an obvious marker for her being an angel???? My brain can't fathom why it's canonically attached to her wound. If she was a sinner I'd kinda understand but. Yeah idk. Weird

Also her missing eye does not look like an empty socket it looks like a purple circle was sticker pasted on to her face. It's very flat. How did we go from this

to this

(IT'S EVEN OVERLAPPING ONTO HER NOSE IN THIS SCREENSHOT WHAT IS THAT THING.)

Anyway. I made her hair resemble Polyphemus moth wings because 1. They have eye looking spots and angels are all eyes and 2. Well. Polyphemus has 1 eye. So . 💀

Her overall coloring however is inspired by a Promethea moth. I could say it's because Prometheus defied the gods and Verbena did a similar thing but the real reason is I made a spelling error while initially looking for a Polyphemus moth reference 💀 but hey they both have eye spots! And Iike their coloring for her way better

I also redesigned the exorcist uniform for her redesign bc I wanted her outfit to have reminiscent elements from it.

I gave way less time to the uniform designs, but I still had some main details I wanted to adress. I don't like how they have no armor save for their helmets. Their arm and leg pieces are made of some flexible material that tears easily. It's not giving soldier it's giving soldier costume from party city. The devil like horns are also confusing to see on an angel and the paradoxical design is never addressed. They can be evil and look imposing, but the horns just seem kinda nonsensically on the nose to show how evil they are. At least to me.

In my designs I gave them actual metal armor on their bodies so you can easily tell they're soldiers and it makes sense for them to battle in armor anyway. I also gave them more light "angelic" colors with gold details bc I wanna use gold as a symbol of angelic nature in my rewrite. I wanted their masks to show completely static expressions with wide grins to show how unnerving they are and to allude to the idea that everyone is happy in heaven, and they're all happy to do what they do.

Verbena's belt and shoulder pads draw visual similarities to the pauldrons and mid section pieces in my new exorcist uniforms to draw a connection between her and her past. The Blazer draping behind her back is also supposed to mimic the visual of folded wings. I also tried to do this with all the gold details in her design. The big hoops and belt we're 80's inspired because I decided to follow how in one of her old designs she died in the 60's (even had the big hoops and everything). In my rewrite exorcists are all former humans but I'll get into that later. Also she's got an eye patch now! Just. A normal one.

Charlie is still taller than Verbena just like in the original and idk how tall Vaggie Is exactly but Verbena is like 5'5 while Charlie is 5'11. Verbena's also got more muscle on her bc unless their muscle mass is hidden magically or they don't gain muscle for stupid dumb idiot lore reasons all the exorcists look way too slim to be military grade soldiers but what do I know

I combined a lot of pointy shapes with boxy shapes bc— more similarly to her pilot self— she can be volatile and fierce but also grounded and impassive. I added the slits to her skirt so she can be a sexy formal lady who can still comfortably throw a few kicks, and the heels— well. Idk I feel like she could slay in heels! She definitely doesn't wear em all the time but yeah. Chunky heels. I like them they're cute. Also she's got her little name tag on bc she takes Charlie's job for her SERIOUSLY! she's uh. Idk what is she. A bellhop? General security/protection? Either way she's locked in.

I imagine she had white irises like Adam and Lute along with brighter more saturated and heavenly colors in her hair (color picked from the Polyphemus moth) that turned darker and more harsh after the fall (color picked from the Promethea moth). Really visualizing her emo phase /j

Also I think the little eyes in her hair can emote with her. In the final design the line kinda makes an eyelid and it'd match her eyelid's movements. Sillay

Alright that's a wrap on my Vaggie redesign! No bonus sketches this time bc they're within the texts! Who knows what I'll do next. Who I will deface. I sure don't. I think I might rename Charlie so there's that. Anywhozies hope you like her <3

[redvdress]

haai! blue here!

i absolutely LOVED the hawks x singlemom!reader one, tysm!! you ate it! (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

as for u.a. hawks, what do you think about this:

in the middle of a UA party threw by it's own students, keigo left for a moment to breathe. not so far from here, he spots the reader, who is clearly not okay. alone at the hallway, messed make up, sobbing and such, after spotting her love interest with someone else. bonus if they already know each other!

hope you like it <3 thanks for the attention and care!

- blue 🫐

WINGMAN

A/ N hii blue thanks for asking, i really enjoyed writing this prompt because i personally headcannon this is something keigo (or at least my version of him) would do for a friend, in his own way ofc. i was listening to this song while writing it and the lyrics kinda fits with all of this, reader and keigo’s povs especially (or at least some parts). anyway here there is, i changed the kinda reader from persistent guy series because i believe this kind fits this prompt more. i hope y’all enjoy and that you’re satisfied with my work, feel free to ask for more!!

Sensei’s announcement echoed through the room like a burst of light after a long storm. A party—an actual party—was in the works at UA, organized by the students themselves to celebrate the end of the grueling months of exams and training. The exhaustion everyone had felt was palpable, but in an instant, it was replaced with an electric energy that shot through the class.

People whispered excitedly, the room buzzing like a beehive, and even the usually serious ones couldn’t hide their smiles.

The class presidents had pitched the idea earlier, asking everyone’s opinion on whether it sounded like a good way to blow off steam. The response was unanimous—yes. It was like a collective sigh of relief. The tension of exams was finally behind them, and what better way to cap it off than with a night to remember?

Your friends were already crowded around your desk, their faces lit with excitement as they gossiped about outfits and hair. The anticipation was contagious.

“You have to wear that dress I found in your closet the other day,” one of your closest friends said, practically bouncing with excitement. “It’s so stunning, I’m honestly jealous! Everyone’s gonna be staring at you, like, for real.”

Her compliment made you blush slightly, but you nodded along with a shy smile.

She had an eye for fashion, and if she said the dress was perfect, you were probably going to listen. She was the type of friend who always wanted you to shine right alongside her, and the idea of walking into the party together, dressed to the nines, was already filling your mind with excitement.

As the planning unfolded, you noticed that, unsurprisingly, everyone was talking about finding a partner for the night. It wasn’t a formal thing or anything, but people were treating it like it was prom.

You weren’t exactly stressing over it, but it seemed to be the hot topic.

You were mid-thought, spacing out about how the night might play out, when a familiar voice snapped you back to reality.

“Yo, you got your eye on anyone for the party?”

You turned your head to see none other than Keigo, his trademark grin was plastered across his face, his golden eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and teasing. Leaning casually against the desk, his wings flexed ever so slightly, drawing a few curious glances from others nearby. He had that air of confidence that made everything he said sound like a challenge, even if he was just teasing.

“Why so interested Keigo? Are you volunteering?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, though a smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

He laughed, leaning in just a little closer. “Would you tell me yes if I was?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You already know I’m interested in someone else.”

Hawks let out a dramatic sigh, but that playful glint in his eyes never wavered.

“Ah, right. How could I forget?” He gave you a mock look of disappointment, his hand over his heart like you’d just wounded him.

“But hey, I gotta shoot my shot. I mean, it’s me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

He was definitely charming, but he knew better than anyone that your heart wasn’t in it for him, at least not romantically.

You’d told him before that there was someone else who had caught your attention, but you’d never revealed exactly who.

“Alright, alright,” he said, straightening up but still flashing you that charming grin. “But you can’t leave me in suspense forever. Who’s the lucky guy?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but inside, you were kind of impressed by how persistent he could be. Still, you weren’t going to give up your secret that easily. Not yet, at least.

“You’ll just have to wait and see like everyone else,” you said, giving him a knowing look.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh, is that how it is?” He smirked. “Fine, I’ll play along. But I’m keeping my eyes peeled. The second I figure it out, I’m calling dibs on being your wingman for the night.”

“Keigo, you’re not exactly the quiet type. I don’t think I need any more attention than what you’d bring,” you shot back, laughing.

“Fair point,” he said, his wings ruffling slightly in a way that seemed to mirror his amusement. “But hey, a little attention never hurt anyone, right?”

The conversation drifted to other topics as more of your friends joined in, but Hawks stayed close by, always ready with a joke or a quick remark that kept the mood light. Even though he teased you, you could tell he was genuinely curious. He loved a good mystery, and this one—you and your unknown crush—was something he clearly wasn’t going to let go of easily. It was just another part of his charm.

The night was supposed to be perfect. UA’s hallways were alive with excitement, laughter spilling from the open doors of the massive common area where the party was in full swing. The students had really outdone themselves with the decorations—twinkling lights draped across the ceiling, music pulsing through the speakers, and tables filled with snacks that hardly anyone was paying attention to. It was the kind of night everyone had been looking forward to for months—a chance to finally let loose and celebrate after what felt like endless exams and training.

You had been part of the crowd earlier, laughing and dancing with your friends. The dress your friend had picked out for you hugged your frame perfectly, and for a moment, you’d felt like you belonged in the center of the excitement, like nothing could touch the confidence that had surged through you. The energy of the room had been contagious. But there was one thing, or rather one person, who kept pulling your attention.

He was there, your love interest, looking effortlessly cool as always. Every time you caught a glimpse of him, your heart would skip a beat. You’d been building up to this moment for a while, hoping that maybe tonight, under the soft lights and surrounded by friends, something would finally shift between you two. The little stolen glances, the lingering conversations, the smiles that seemed like they meant something more—it all felt like it had been leading to this.

But then, it happened. You spotted him across the room, and your heart dropped.

He wasn’t alone.

She was with him—a girl from another class. She had her arm looped casually through his, her laughter cutting through the noise of the party, and he was laughing right along with her. It wasn’t forced or awkward. It was natural. Comfortable. And for a moment, the world seemed to stop around you.

You watched as she whispered something in his ear, and he smiled at her, a smile that had once made you feel like you were the only person in the room. Now, it felt like a punch to the gut. You could feel the tightening in your chest, the sting behind your eyes, but you didn’t want to make a scene. Not here. Not tonight. You blinked rapidly, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill over, but it was no use.

Your friends were still nearby, oblivious to what had just shattered inside you, but you couldn’t stay there. Not with the sight of him—of them—so clear in your mind. Without a word, you slipped away from the crowd, your footsteps hurried but soft as you made your way out into the hallway, leaving the noise and laughter behind.

The hallway was quiet, dimly lit compared to the party room. It felt colder, more isolating, which was exactly what you needed right now. You leaned against the wall, your back sliding down until you were sitting on the floor, knees pulled to your chest as the tears finally broke free. Your makeup, the one thing you’d worked so hard on, was now streaking down your face, but you didn’t care anymore. It didn’t matter. Nothing about this night felt like it mattered anymore.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, crying quietly to yourself, but after a while, you heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching. You wiped at your eyes quickly, trying to compose yourself, but it was no use. The damage was done, and you couldn’t hide the mess you’d become.

“Hey,” a familiar voice called out softly, and your heart skipped again, but this time for a different reason. It was Keigo.

He stood a few feet away, his usual carefree expression tempered with concern as he looked down at you. His wings, which normally stretched wide with confidence, were tucked in close to his back, as if even they could sense the heaviness in the air.

“Thought I’d sneak out for a second to breathe,” he said, walking closer and crouching down beside you. His tone was soft, gentle in a way that wasn’t typical for him, but it suited the moment. “Didn’t expect to find you here, though. You okay?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer right away, your throat tight as you tried to hold back another wave of tears. Instead, you just shook your head, biting your lip to stop the sobs that threatened to escape.

Keigo was quiet for a moment, watching you carefully. He wasn’t the kind of guy to push, but he also wasn’t the type to leave someone hurting, especially not someone he cared about. He exhaled softly, his expression softening even more as he reached out, offering his hand.

“C’mere,” he said gently, pulling you up with ease when you took his hand. His grip was warm, solid, and there was something about the way he held on to you that made you feel just a little bit safer.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there in silence, your hand still in his. His thumb brushed lightly across your knuckles, a simple gesture that helped ground you in the moment, pulling you away from the hurt that had been consuming you.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, his voice low but comforting.

You shook your head again, blinking away more tears as you looked down at your feet. “It’s… stupid,” you mumbled, trying to laugh it off, but it came out shaky.

He frowned slightly, his golden eyes narrowing in the way they did when he wasn’t buying it. “Hey, I’m the king of stupid, remember? But you don’t look like someone crying over nothing.”

You sighed, feeling the weight of the emotions pressing down on you. “It’s him,” you finally admitted, your voice barely a whisper. “I saw him… with her. I just… I thought tonight might be different.”

Keigo’s gaze softened even more, and he gave a small nod of understanding. He didn’t say anything for a second, just letting the words hang in the air between you two. But then, in his typical Hawks fashion, he cracked a gentle smile, one that didn’t mock your pain but tried to ease it just a little.

“Well,” he said, stepping a bit closer, “guess I’m your wingman now, huh?”

You couldn’t help but let out a small, broken laugh at that, wiping at your eyes again. “I didn’t exactly plan on needing one tonight.”

Keigo’s smile grew, though still soft. “No one plans for it. But lucky for you, you’ve got the best in the business.” He gave a small shrug, his wings twitching slightly as if to emphasize the point.

You sniffed, a weak smile finding its way to your lips despite everything. “Thanks, Keigo.”

He nodded, his expression still kind as he reached out, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with a feather-light touch. “Anytime, yn. Let’s get you back in there.”

But before you could protest, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “I’m not saying it’ll fix everything, but I bet if we head back, and you let me be your wingman for real, we could at least turn this night around.”

You hesitated, glancing back toward the party, but when you looked back at Keigo, his grin was enough to convince you. With a deep breath, you nodded.

“Alright,” you said quietly. “Let’s go.”

Keigo’s smile brightened, and with his arm still around you, he led you back down the hall, his wings flaring slightly as if they were ready to block out any more hurt that might come your way..

You felt the weight on your chest slowly lift, bit by bit. Keigo’s presence was soothing, and even though your heart still ached, he had a way of making you feel like things weren’t quite so heavy.

The lights from the common area spilled into the hallway as you both approached the entrance, casting a warm glow on the floor. Keigo pulled you to a stop just outside the door and turned to face you, that signature smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“You know,” he said, tilting his head, “you’re probably the only person here who can say they’ve got a personal wingman with actual wings. That’s gotta count for something, right?”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, shaking your head at his playful tone. “Yeah, I guess it does.”

“Exactly,” he replied, his eyes lighting up. “So let’s use ‘em.” With a wink, he gently tugged your hand and led you back into the party.

The room was still buzzing with energy—students dancing, talking, laughing—but now it felt a little different. Maybe it was the fact that Keigo hadn’t left your side or the way he seemed determined to keep you smiling, but the sting of seeing your crush with someone else was starting to fade, even if just a little.

Keigo gave your hand a light squeeze as he led you through the crowd, his wings brushing against people here and there, earning playful complaints as they passed. You could tell he was holding back from fully extending them, trying not to cause too much of a scene—though, in true Hawks fashion, he still managed to attract attention wherever he went.

“Alright,” he said, stopping near the edge of the dance floor and turning to face you, “here’s the deal. You and me—we’re gonna own this dance floor for at least one song. No excuses.”

Your eyes widened. “Keigo, I’m really not in the mood to—”

“Nuh-uh,” he interrupted, wagging a finger at you with a playful grin. “Trust me. Just one dance, and I swear it’ll help. Besides, how could anyone resist dancing with me? I’m Takami Keigo, remember?”

You sighed, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. He had a way of making everything sound so easy, like the weight of the world could disappear if you just let him take you for a spin on the dance floor.

“Fine,” you relented, shaking your head at his persistence. “One dance.”

His grin widened. “That’s the spirit!”

Before you could second-guess yourself, Keigo gently pulled you onto the dance floor. The music was upbeat, and the crowd around you seemed to blur as he spun you around, his hand resting lightly on your waist while his other hand held yours. For a moment, you were hyper-aware of everything—his warmth, the way he moved effortlessly, the playful twinkle in his eyes—but slowly, as the music picked up, you found yourself relaxing.

Keigo wasn’t the type to take things too seriously, and it showed in the way he danced with you. His moves were a mix of goofy and graceful, a blend of light-hearted twirls and exaggerated poses that made you laugh in spite of yourself. He kept stealing glances at you, clearly enjoying the fact that he was managing to lift your mood.

At one point, he dipped you dramatically, grinning down at you as you burst into laughter.

“See?” he said, his voice light as he pulled you back up. “Told you I’d turn things around.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, breathless from both the dancing and the sudden shift in your mood.

“And you love it,” he shot back with a wink, his tone teasing but not too cocky. He twirled you one last time before the song started to wind down, letting the energy between you settle into something more comfortable.

When the song finally ended, Keigo kept you close, his arm around your shoulders again as you caught your breath. The party was still going strong, but in that moment, it felt like the rest of the world had faded just a bit. There was something calming about his presence, something that made you feel like maybe things would be okay after all.

“Alright, alright,” he said, leading you away from the dance floor toward a quieter corner of the room. “I’ll give you a break. Can’t have you getting tired of me too fast.”

You smiled, grateful for the reprieve. “Thanks for that, Keigo. I really needed it.”

He tilted his head slightly, looking at you with a softer expression. “Hey, what are wingmen for?”

For a second, there was a comfortable silence between you two. The party continued around you, but Keigo’s focus was solely on you. His eyes flicked down to your hand, which he was still holding, and then back up to your face.

“You know,” he said, his voice quieter now, more sincere, “you don’t have to do everything alone. I know tonight wasn’t what you expected, but… I’m here. Whenever you need me.”

His words hit deeper than you’d expected, and you found yourself looking at him in a new light. There was a kindness in his eyes, an understanding that went beyond his usual playful demeanor. He wasn’t just trying to distract you—he genuinely cared.

You smiled softly, squeezing his hand in return. “Thanks, Keigo. Really.”

He grinned again, but this time it wasn’t his usual teasing smirk. It was something warmer, more genuine. “Anytime. And hey, if you ever need a break from all this craziness,” he gestured toward the party, “I can fly us out of here. Just say the word.”

You chuckled. “Tempting offer.”

He gave a mock-serious nod. “It’s always on the table.”

For the rest of the night, Keigo stuck by your side, never letting the mood dip back into the sadness that had overtaken you earlier. He made sure to keep things light, cracking jokes, pulling you into conversations with others, and even grabbing you more snacks than you could possibly eat. Every now and then, his wings would flare out slightly, brushing against your shoulder as if to remind you that he was there, that he had your back.

By the end of the party, the ache in your heart wasn’t gone, but it was softer now, dulled by the warmth of his presence. And when you finally said goodnight, Keigo leaned in close, his voice low and playful as always.

“Don’t forget,” he whispered with a wink, “if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

With that, he gave you one last grin, his wings stretching wide as he walked away, leaving you with the unmistakable feeling that, despite everything, tonight had turned out to be better than you’d thought.

And maybe, it was because of him.

[akutasoda]

Hii!! Could I request Obey me brothers with a mc who dresses like misa amane from death note? If not don’t worry!! Have an amazing day/night!<333

stylish fashion

synopsis - when mc has a fashion similar to misa amane

includes - lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 789

a/n: hii! hope you're having an amazing day/night too!

lucifer ★↷

↪to many demon's surprise, lucifer can be quite into his fashion. while it may be more tailored toward formal wear and jewellery, he still had quite the eye for such things.

↪so he did think your style was quite bold at first. bold, but absolutely stunning. it just seemed to work so well for you and he couldn't help but compliment each of your outfits even if he had seen it before.

↪and because of his eye in jewellery, if you were the type, he would gladly take you out and help pick some to complete your look and still perfectly compliment your outfits.

mammon ★↷

↪ he's a fashion demon. he does regular photoshoots for mainly clothing companies and such so he thought he had seen majority of styles in the off hand chances of passing by other models.

↪and sure he's seen demons wear similar style clothing to you, but for some reason it suited you so much better. that and your outfits and their coordination worked so much better.

↪ isn't his style but would be more than happy to help you adf pieces into your collection by showing you all the best brands for your style.

↪and maybe if you chose to, he'd happily try and get you into a modelling gig with him. perhaps then you could help him pick a outfit in your style.

leviathan ★↷

↪he really couldn't draw his eyes away from how gorgeous he found your style. so much so that he felt a bit weird for staring at you.

↪he just couldn't help it! you're outfits were always stunning and he honestly wished he had your confidence to wear a similar style to yours.

↪he is quite well versed in various fashion/clothing shops surprisingly. so he would happily tell you were they were so you could add more pieces to your collection and maybe he would join you and help pick some for you aswell.

↪ however, he is also very good at carfting from scratch. most of his cosplays are hand made, the clothing mostly, so should you find out he would happily oblige in taking your requests.

satan ★↷

↪to absolutely no one's surprise he has limited knowledge of fashion. sure he may claim he's read books with that stuff in but that can't really be translated into the real world of fashion.

↪but he didn't have to be into fashion to think your style was absolutely amazing. you really never missed with a gorgeous, well planned outfit that always complimented your features.

↪he had to say, he loved the style. it would definitely become one he would be interested in, perhaps a more toned down version but still.

asmodeus ★↷

↪adores it an unbelievable amount. need i say more.

↪ it's no surprise asmo likes to dive into various styles and such, so when something with great fashion like you? it would be a crime not to ask.

↪while it probably wouldn't be a style he'd wear, he still thought it was absolutely brilliant. he loved all the accessories you'd sometimes where and even loved the more simpler outfits.

↪ probably knows the best places in the devildom to match your style. so would never hesitate to take you and help you expand your wardrobe.

beelzebub ★↷

↪another one that doesn't really have knowledge in fashion. it's not that he doesn't care, it's just not his main priority.

↪he rhought you looked stunning regardless of what you wore. but he did have to say, some of your outfits had a very nice look to them and he could understand why you had a strong fashion sense.

↪if you wanted to, he'd happily let you try your style of him. while it probably didn't match him like it matched you, he would still keep some accessories you tried on him.

↪ones that he could wear subtly. but he still could admire your outfits and the dedication you had to having such a fashion sense.

belphegor ★↷

↪ probably the worst when it comes to fashion. he spends most his time asleep and rarely cares about the styling of his clothes so has very limited knowledge on fashion.

↪ didn't really care how you dressed. if you were wearing something that made you comfortable and confident that's all that mattered in his opinion. although he couldn't help but admire the dedication.

↪he figured it must take you ages to coordinate and complete your outfits and pull them off each time, something he'd never really bother with.

↪ although his favourites were definitely your more 'casual' and comfortable outfits. the ones were it was mainly a top and pair of pants. those he could really get behind.

[evillandscaper]

Okay guys I'm gonna do a breakdown of a few of my personal hcs for the main 3 of both s1 and s2!!! This includes little doodles of how I draw em differently !!!

Let's start off with Olive :3 there's a LOT under the cut.

Okay, so Olive's really active, right? To me, she's always been brains AND brawn. So since she's out in the sun all the time, she has a tan!

She's also lightly scarred in my version, if you look carefully. Those were gathered out on cases. I hc that she has a LOT of battered uniforms that Otto sews/embroids together. Also, if you squint, you can see my version has light eyebags. It's not that she doesn't sleep, she's just fed up with everyone.

Her hair is messier! She comes into work all prim and proper, but leaves it all disheveled. If it's a more tiring day, she'll run her hand through her hair. Also, red hair tie instead of black, just cause I find it cuter.

Miscellaneous hcs:

- Olive is half Quebecois, half Vietnamese

- Her last name is Tremblay

- Her full name is Olivia, she just shortens it

- She's terrible at English and can't write an essay to save her life, but is very good at analysis

- She eats green skittles first, and thinks the purple ones are awful

- For their halfiversary, Otto got her an olive branch shaped tie pin that she wears whenever she feels fancy

Next up: OTTO!!

The urge to change his hair was carnal in my soul. It's the Asian canon event. It happened to me, and it happened to him. Just to make things a little bit more fun for me to draw, I let his hair grow out a little bit... yknow the awkward stage after a bowl cut grows out a bit? Yeah, that.

Downturned eyes! Just so he and Olive can contrast a bit more. He's soft, she's sharp. They're silly!!!

I also make sure his mole is always at least partially visible. It's such a cool part of him, and I can't believe they cover it up most of the time in canon...

Miscellaneous hcs:

- He always has his blazer undone

- He's an excellent cook, but becomes immediately incompetent once someone is watching

- He's strangely good at identifying plants, and has a habit of picking edible ones and eating them straight from the ground

- He's good at English! Not the best, but better than Olive

- His last name is Garcia

- For their halfiversary, Olive got him a cast iron pan. He doesn't use it to cook, and instead swings it at anyone who makes fun of him or Olive

Next up: OSCAR!!!

I honestly don't have much for Oscar. I love him, but don't think about him that much.

He has messier hair and is just a LOT more disheveled in general!!! Close your eyes in the bullpen at any given moment and I bet you could hear something in the lab blowing up.

He's perpetually sweaty. Damp palm guy. Maybe that's why he keeps dropping gadgets...

Miscellaneous hcs:

- He's very bad at telling the time. On vacation, he'll never know what day of the week it is

- He knows how to play the otamatone surprisingly well. He can make them talk, and has conversations with one the way one would with a sock puppet

- He never knows what significant figures to use, so he ends up just ballparking everything and just not measuring in general. Maybe that's why everything in the lab is always blowing up

- He has a full denim outfit saved up for formal occasions. I'm talking denim hat, shirt, jacket, pants, shoes, all denim

- His last name is Collins

OLYMPIA NEXT!!!!

Okay so there's a lot of hearing me out you guys will need to do.

Anna Cathcart is half Chinese and half irish!!! Thus, I gave Olympia monolids to accentuate that factor. I also downturned her eyes and thinned her "lashes" to make it more obvious that I'm portraying her as wasian!

I gave her freckles and rounder glasses for the vibe. She's just a soft character to me, and I really want to make her look the part.

She's got messy hair!! It's based on the little half fringes she had in very early s2, which I thought were adorable. Her ponytail's also higher just so she looks different from Olive!!

Miscellaneous hcs:

- Olympia knows floriography, and will get very hurt if you give her the wrong flowers

- Conversely, she thinks she's being really rude if she puts a tansy on someone's desk to show that she's upset and will feel bad about it all day

- She always carries a little salamander named Josh in her pocket

- She can speak Yiddish

- She has a massive storage of those flippable sequin shirts and has one for every occasion

- She put her hair into a ponytail bc of Olive (this one is courtesy of @/starboundsingularities!!!!!), but the more she found herself, the higher up she tied it

- Her last name is Carter-Ng

Next up: Otis!!!

I draw him a little sickly for no particular reason. He's just silly like that.

He's not that different from canon tbh! I have his hair in an undercut because I think it looks cool on him (plus it's easier to draw), and he has eyebags because of ... the vibe.

He has a notch taken out of his ear due to an injury! From what, he won't say .

Miscellaneous hcs:

- He listens to royalty free music unironically

- He's going through his Alan Walker phase

- He has barely legible handwriting, but can draw surprisingly well

- He types like an old man, with the "............" and everything

- His last name is Otis. His full name is Otis Otis. This one is also courtesy of @/starboundsingularities I love it so much

Last but not least: OONA!!!!!

She's really going through it.

Fun fact: Olivia Presti has curly hair!!! That means that Oona should have curly (or at least wavy) hair... but she doesn't. Which is honestly so sad.

But I can always mitigate that, so I draw her hair wavy. I guess it's more extremely frazzled than wavy, but it's the same effect in the end.

EYEBAGS. She doesn't sleep after The Incident. She also has downturned eyes, just because she gives off that vibe.

Miscellaneous hcs:

- Oona is a regular customer of a local rage room

- She knows how to use a crossbow to a mildly terrifying extent

- If a flight of stairs has a railing, she'll slide down it. She almost always ends up falling

- Her last name is Silva

- She says she knows how to speak Polish, but she only knows a select few words and doesn't know what they mean. They're all curse words.

- Subsequently, Oona is banned from several Polish restaurants across the city

That's all!! They're all so silly :3

[the-nerds-in-black]

If you don't mind me asking, what inspired your designs for the LiB human forms? Why did you give them the looks that you did?

I love this question!! I'll explain a bit of my design process. (Be prepared, it is a long explanation!)

First and foremost, I wanted to retain their color schemes, but sort of "normalize" them in a sense. The lords dress very bright and wacky, and I wanted to keep that but also make them look like someone you could just pass on the street. So, the first thing I did was assign them natural hair colors. A more natural blonde for Tinky, ginger for Wiggly (because I found it funny), etc etc..

I also tried to make their clothes more "believable". You dont really see a lot of people walk around in shiny, brightly saturated, monochromatic outfits in everyday life. Personally, I think we should normalize that, but whatever. So, I broke up and spread the color throughout their outfits. Pokey still has blue, but its only in his pants and tie. Tinky still has orange and a little bit of red, but he doesnt have those neon yellow matching jacket and pants combo like in canon. Basically the first step in designing them was making them look.. kinda normal!

Then the second part! Relating them to my pre existing lords designs!

Disclaimer!! These are old designs from months ago, and Ive been slowly redesigning them so they aren't exactly accurate to how I envision the Lords!

But anyway, then comes the easy part, making them look like my interpretations of the lords! Face shape, nose type, hair texture, body type, etc etc. I did accidentally make Tinky less husky as a nerd, which wasnt intentional, so when I draw him later he will be a bit stockier!

As for exact design choices for each of the Nerds In Black, this is how I designed them!

Pokey

His outfit is meant to resemble Paul's outfit by the end of tgwdlm. Its pure irony and I am a sucker for that! It also feels like something Pokey would wear casually: formal but not too formal. The little heels are purely for show. In the future I'd probably draw him with chunkier heels. The little streak in his hair comes in a later chapter!

Tinky

I really channeled nerd energy into his design. The short sleeved button down over a t-shirt speaks to me. Also gave him a watch because I felt it was the easiest way to allude to who he is. Plus, it matched the shape language of his glasses! (Which alludes to his goggles in canon) When I draw him in the future I am drawing him a bit chubbier and with messier hair. Also, ive never written about it or drawn it, but Tinky still has an overbite!

Wiggly

He is actually pictured in an outfit that will show up in the next few chapters! It's a dressier outfit than what he woke up in. The inspiration comes from a funny place actually: Grace's outfit. White shirt, cardigan vest, a little ascot resembling tentacles, its just a slightly more masculine (and green) version of her outfit. And this serves a purpose! For now, I'll say that Grace and Wiggly have a surprising amount of things in common, and they are sort of like foils to each other. It was also important to make him look non threatening, including his lanky frame and freckles. Basically, i wanted to emphasize his insecurities, the parts of himself that he believes make him weak, so that he can't avoid facing them head on!

Nibbly

I went a little silly for this one. PERSONALLY, and this is my opinion, I dont.. really care for Nibbly's outfit in canon, but I tried to keep the skirt, pigtails, and overall feminine expression. I feel like the dark sweater contrasted well with the skirt and peppermint inspired accents. Honestly, im not sure if this one is one of my favorites and I may rework it a little, but I still think its cute! Plus he has a little gap between his teeth! Also, the corset was a fun idea I had, and I think he will get it in a later chapter. The strings on the corset are supposed to resemble sharp teeth too.

Blinky

Being fr I have no idea what i was thinking with the polka dots on the hoodie. Maybe like.. eyes? Definitely going to rework that. Anyway, I wanted Blinky to be dressed very modestly. Its sort of meant to represent that he prefers to watch and not be watched. The face mask also serves that purpose, plus obscuring his mouth. I also kept his glasses, but made them a necessity. Its an added weakness, and worse, its a weakness that was once his strength.

In conclusion...

Overall, I think Pokey, Wiggly, and Tinky are my strongest designs that have a lot of thought into him! I will be changing a feel small things in the future, but for now I think they are fine.

And that's my design thought process! Thanks for asking about it :3

[feathered-serpents]

Hey

Hey

Don’t think about the fact that when Angrboda and Atreus eventually have their wedding, it’s going to be Kratos who walks Angrboda down the isle in place of her father

No no no you cannot do this to me you CANNOT

I’ve been deliberately not thinking about an Atreboda wedding because I just won’t stop. So what happens next is entirely your fault.

Before we talk about the wedding, let’s talk about Kratos and Freya basically just adopting Angrboda because it is EVERYTHING to me

Kratos had a daughter once, he is so glad to have one again. He loves spending time with her, and she is not at all afraid or intimidated by him. Which… honestly kind of surprises Atreus at first. He’s used to new people who aren’t gods being kind of taken aback by Kratos but Angrboda is totally unphased. Kratos is NOT the biggest person she’s ever seen after all

And FREYA god. Freya LOVES her. They both teach each other more about magic, since Vanir and Giant magic are so closely related, they each take to it very naturally. I like to think that Freya’s shapeshifting is a result of Vanir magic, not any godly abilities, so that’s how Angrboda learns to shapeshift. Angrboda also teaches Freya to paint

I know I’ve brought up a lot that Freya delivers each of Atreus and Angrboda’s children but it is so important to me because the three of them having a bond that strong is just EVERYTHING. Freya is obviously anyone’s first choice of midwife but here, she’s delivering her own grandchildren, even if no one says that out loud everyone knows that’s what is happening. So they trust her more than anyone for it

And Mimir is just. The drunk uncle. Angrboda loves his stories, including (and perhaps especially) the MANY embarrassing stories about Atreus. I like to imagine that maybe one day, since Giants are so big on stories themselves, Angrboda might scribe for him. He tells a story and she writes it down, then later puts it in a book with her and Atreus’ drawings. They read them to their children when Mimir isn’t there

NOW let’s talk about the wedding

The wedding itself is in Ironwood, where I think Atreus and Angrboda will eventually live permanently. It’s in this beautiful grove. Freya takes the lead on a lot of the prep. She “sculpts” the grove a bit. Making the tree branches tangle in just right the way so the light shines through in perfect beams, and grows flowers to line the isle. She also made Angrboda’s dress, or at least helped her alter it if Angrboda chose to wear her mother’s instead

Fenrir and the Iron Wolves are there obviously. Fenrir is laying behind the isle almost wrapped entirely around the ceremony area, while the iron wolves sit around the guests. And there are LOTS of guests. With Odin gone, I think Atreus and Angrboda would make the careful decision to stop hiding the Ironwood, at least so throughly. So it’s not only a wedding, it’s also the mark of a new age in Ironwood

Freyr’s army is there, and Durlin, who came as Lúnda’s “plus one”. Lúnda also brought Helka. She made her a little flower crown for the occasion.

Sigrun and a few of the shield maidens come. Thrúd is there with Sif, she’s a shield maiden too now. Ttolerating her “formal clothes” with her new wings as best she can

Skjöldr is just. SO excited about everything that’s going down. He’s surrounded by so many gods. He really wants to steal a plate

Ratatoskr even comes. Which no one really expected but hey, you can’t refuse him now. He also brings a few “plus ones” (Anxiety went into a panic that no one would want him there, Bitter was certain it would be a disaster and wanted a front row seat, Arrogance wanted to see if it truly was worth all the fuss (it wasn’t) and Perfection wanted to help with the décor. Ratatoskr promised that they would all behave during the ceremony)

Angrboda knows Gryla is there, somewhere, even if she can’t see her with the others, she can feel her in the trees.

I don’t know exactly how Norse weddings work, but, Mimir plays the role of officiant or whatever the Norse equivalent is. They’ve got him on a very dressed up table and he very proudly declares himself the “head” of the aisle. Kratos did his beard up nice. Mimir has some trouble getting through his speech because he keeps getting “misty”

And finally, Kratos is so happy to walk Angrboda down the aisle. He is not “handing her off” to him as some see it, but rather, leading her to him. It’s her final blessing. The last assurance that this is right

After the wedding, as Atreus and Angrboda go to their wedding night, they find a gift waiting for them. Unmarked, with no one in sight. They open it carefully, and find two rings, made with unmistakably dwarven craftsmanship

Yes I obviously have a complete mental picture of what all this would look like in a game. You’d wander around before the wedding as Atreus and talk to some of the guests, and OBVIOUSLY I have thought of the dialogue each of them would have. Then there’d be a wedding cut scene, and one final opportunity to walk around as Atreus and talk to everyone before meeting Angrboda and going off to the wedding night. It would all happen at the end of a game as sort of epilogue

Santa Monica I know the gamer bros don’t wanna play through this wedding but I do. You should put it in the game for ME

[erinhime83]

Yes, I knew, I know, I already did designs of these guys a few months ago, but I tweeked a couple of the designs, but me being me, I wanted to post them up for people to see and make it more people’s problem, lol.  I didn’t change that much, honestly, but it was enough that I wanted to put up the new designs.  Plus, I made design sheets for the major characters, yey.

First is Buttercup, who does get a minor outfit tweek (it’s not noticeable, but I moved her belt down to her hips, and it does look a lot better).  But she ended up becoming a victim of Erin taking away everyone’s wavy hair trope that I’ve started, because, well, I ‘see’ her more with the straight hair.  She looks cute, she looks innocent, and she strays away from the traditional Altairian hair braiding thing because she doesn’t quite understand the tradition.  Same goes with the piercings – she should technically have more, but she opted to skip a few milestone ceremonies because she didn’t want to have too many.  I was talked into giving her a 'disguise' dress for when she's traveling in Lumentis for a bit, and I thought it would be funny (since it's a stolen dress), if the colors were completely different from what she would normally wear, and I'm actually pleased with how it turned out! Simple, and yet nice. I also attempted to change her formal dress, but ended up just changing the color of the circular collar for shits and giggles.  She doesn’t wear eye liner with the fancy dress because, like with every other tradition, she doesn’t ‘get’ it, plus she’s trying to get the people of Lumentis to accept her, so she’s trying to look more like them, despite failing because of her red hair.

Raito, honestly, doesn’t have any sort of change in either of his outfits, because there’s no point in changing perfection.  I love staring at him, because he looks adorable, lol.

Clover I did change a bit, shortening her sleeves, giving her a shoulder guard, and giving her a proper belt and a sash because it didn’t look right with just the belt.  Oh, and shortened her braid a little while also giving her a ribbon that happens to be the favorite color of a certain Dragon Tamer.  >.>  She looks just as badass as she did before, and I love it.  As for the other outfit, it’s supposed to be her Palace Guard uniform of sorts.  I had a bit of difficulty with it at first, because I wanted her to have the bodice, but giving her a skirt seems to have worked out nicely!  Bonus, it’s reminiscent of her original outfit, with the skirt and all.  Not really, but that was what I as thinking when I decided to give her the skirt.  I also like it because she looks feminine in her uniform, but in reality, she wants to wear pants.  But she looks great either way!   I love my nature elf warrior girl.

Odessa, well, I changed a lot, obviously.  She always suffers due to the fact that I can never pin down her design.  I liked her other outfit, but this one just suits her better.  I changed a bit of her backstory as well, which explains (sort of) why she went from shaved hair to side braided hair.  I also like the longer hair – it makes her look cute.  As for her outfit, I really like how it ended up!  I don’t have any real definitive ‘look’ for the peasants of the story, save for the Altaitians who have a Viking look, but I like that it suggests that the Ta’Norians have their own style as well.  And she gets a nice dress as well, sort of related to her backstory, but mostly because they do give her a nice dress when they make it back to the Lumentian palace.  Plus, it haves the added bonus of showing what her hair looks like down and how long it was.  (I wanted it to be longer, but I wanted Clover to have the longer hair, since I thought it would be funny if the more masculine one had the longer hair.)

Over all, really pleased with how all of these turned out.  I keep staring at the designs and wishing I had pictures of them, despite the fact that I should be the one drawing them, lol. 

[destiny-smasher]

NemoPen Week Day 5: School Dance

As Penny's graduation draws super close, she finally allows herself the experience of attending a school dance, now that she has Nemona to make her feel comfortable enough to do so.

Excerpt:

As the first song of the night ended, the crowd of partygoers cheered and clapped, catching their breath. Penny, who was still hanging at the sidelines, offered a few half-hearted claps, wondering where her date was. It wasn't like Nemona to be late, especially to an event like this... Even Scarlet had shown up already, and them arriving before Nemona was... just plain backwards. The familiar voice of Penny's friend echoed through the courtyard from the many speakers lined around the place. [ “Hey-hey-heyohhh, your buddy DJ Vice checkin' in on all you party people. We are just getting started here at the Naranja Spring Formal, so if you have requests or messages for the Applin of your eye, send 'em my way, and I will see what I can do. Comin' at you next, we've got some mellow beats to let ya'll catch your breath and mingle...” ] The volume of the next song was mixed up as he ended his speech, playing some lofi chill beats as those attending the dance were given the 'vibes' to cool off from all the excitement of that first number. A vibration startled Penny, who was already jumpy as it was. From out of a pocket sewn onto her dress, she produced her RotomPhone, which seemed to be more relaxed than usual, given the silky material it was getting to lounge in. Penny was garbed in a dress – a kind of fancy dress, at that. She'd initially wanted to go for a Sylveon-themed one, but... She didn't want to come across as too flashy, draw too much attention to herself... so she'd talked herself down into something black and gray, more subdued and simple, but also let Nemona have some sway in the decision-making, as she herself wasn't really that fussed. Part of her had wanted to wear a suit, honestly. But the other part of her had been waiting for a few years now to wear a fancy dress. And that part of her had won out, in the end. It was a dress that only really revealed a bit of her neck – room enough to wear a studded choker she'd received as a gift from her Team Star friends over the holidays – as well as her arms, which were pale in the outdoor lighting of that spring evening. Her hair, slightly grown out, was at an awkward length where she couldn't really style it too much, and so she'd let Mela fluff it out a bit with a combination of brushing, hair product, and heat. Beneath the black dress, she wore gray leggings, which slipped into goth platform shoes, which she'd gotten for herself for this exact occasion using her birthday money from her parents. This wasn't her first time wearing them – probably the third or fourth? She was still getting used to the added height they provided. Not a regular thing, but it still felt nice. She hoped this increase in height would make dancing with Nemona more interesting, if she didn't trip over herself first... Checking her phone, Penny read a text from Nemona. Rather than a series of shorter texts, it was sent as one single paragraph. ( Sorry I'm late! My hair took longer than expected and I had a wardrobe malfunction, but don't worry, I'm all set! On my way! Almost there! I am literally walking up the Mesagoza steps as I'm typing this! Wow, I hate this! My feet hurt! Remind me to never do this in dress shoes again! Woof...Gonna tire myself out before I even reach you at this rate...But I am literally so close! Sorry again! Just about there. ARC we've got to consider installing like a lift or something, this is...so totally not handicap friendly, right? These stairs, I mean. You'd better be ready to catch me when we dance because, oh wow, my legs are so tired already...Maybe you should get some punch or something ready for me? Please? Aw, man, some punch sounds really good right now. Seriously, why do we have the longest stairway ever at this place?! ) Penny had started smirking while reading it, and her face just continued to widen more and more as she read further into Nemona's off-the-cuff single text ramble. “What're you smilin' about?”

[alexenglish]

I remember a few years ago there was a conversation about young parenthood on your blog and I found it really refreshing, especially since it's hard to hear about queer parenting in the first place unless you're actively seeking those stories out. Feel free to ignore, but how did you ever find the courage to navigate life as a queer young parent in an increasingly cis-centric world, and, if I can ask, what have been some unexpected positives about it (or positives you didn't think would happen but happened). (Sorry this is so formal, lol, I don't know whats up with me)

honestly, i have such a strong set of beliefs that i am compelled to parent in a way that is authentic to those beliefs, how i experience the world, and my own identity so it's less about courage and more about me being insufferable and correct and knowing what matters lmao

i do have the immense privilege of an incredible support system. even if the outside world is telling my kiddo that unicorns are for girls and boys shouldn't be sensitive, everyone who has a hand in raising him has a lot of the same fundamentals to teach him from. they either completely understand where i'm coming from when it comes to teaching him certain things/allowing him to express himself in certain ways, firmly believe those things themselves, or are willing to try to understand when it's something important. not having to defend myself to those close to me goes a long way. we are undoubtedly safe and comfortable and, most importantly, consistent. i don't have anyone close to him undermining us and telling him he can't cry or can't wear his hair long or that there are only two genders.

the most unexpected positive for me is talking to other parents who want to do what i do but don't really have a blueprint for it. a lot of people raise their kids like they were raised and parrot a lot of stuff their parents said and don't even realize that it doesn't align with what they actually believe or the values they want to teach their kids! they're just adhering to a script and they don't know they can go off it and make a generational change. i love having casual conversations with parents where i can refute the script and make them kind of light up in epiphany. and it's funny because it's not like i know jack shit either! we're all just learning! but sometimes what i think is obvious isn't to them and when we talk about it, it shifts their perspective. it's fun to be the person that makes them think more deliberately about how they're parenting!

anyway idk parenting is SUPER weird and it's a little bit of a landmine because it's a very sensitive subject for a lot of people, but it's between your family and your little and that's the framework that matters most. the work you're putting in at home. what you believe. what they believe. encouraging them to draw their own conclusions. we've personally done a lot of 'if you like it, that's what matters' work in the last couple of years because the kids at school telling him boys shouldn't like unicorns and he shouldn't paint his nails and pink is stupid, and while we're working on how important it is to deconstruct misogynistic thinking, he also has to has the confidence in himself and his interests outside of what his peers think of them and it's my responsibility to give him that confidence.

uhm honestly i'm not sure if that was the answer you were looking for, but thanks for asking. i really love talking about parent shit.

[inkwellwrites]

I dont have any fancy introduction to this post uhh. hi hello greetings. Might as well put the "writes" in my name to good enough use and finally share personal little hcs about one of my Favorites: Burt Curtis

-Very lax and chill. Not exactly hesitant to talk about shitty people behind their backs though

-Not an overly social person. If you need to find him, the best chance you have is in his workspace/room regardless of what time it is

-^ seeing him outside his room may as well be comparable to seeing sasquatch out in the wild

-The kind of person to have a diet that consists of Monster and ramen and nothing else. Although, he does go out to eat other things. Gotta have some kind of balanced diet

-Probably more expressive through text than he is verbally

-Will often doodle and make small comics on the job when he isn't busy since he really doesn't do much besides sit around during his work hours. He has a drawing tablet for when he's off the clock

-He does Twitch streams as a side job. No reason behind it I just thought it was funny. Those streams consist of either chatting, gameplay or drawing sessions 

-On top of picking up small hobbies to pass the time, he's learned to play bass guitar and drums well enough. He's currently learning alto saxophone, but mostly to play meme songs

-Is the kind of guy to allow spiders to crawl all over him. They're his friends so it's ok

-Has a gaming chair and separate gaming monitor. Yeah

-References memes a lot irl and will not elaborate if you don't get them

-Not a huge fan of people yelling at him. This is kind of seen in the game but it felt important enough to mention again lol

-Does not have a single formal fashion bone in his body. Can and will show up to an event in a jacket and sweats with some kind of goofy lettering on them (his favorite pair being green sweats that say "Yeah Baby" on the side). Reginald gets a little pissed off at it but at the end of the day he admires how adamant Burt is and lets him slide too many times to count. Also, Burt just kinda sits around in a room during work hours anyways...

-Likes Reginald a lot. Partially because Burt thinks it's funny when Reg looks like he's about to bite off a chunk of drywall when he says he forgot to wear something formal. But it's fine they still respect one another

-RHM though. Burt's kinda scared of that guy. Even more so in paths where he has those cybernetics. Don't want a repeat of that Holey Cap situation now, huh?

-Hard to tell if he's mad at someone unless he has a weapon clearly pulled out, but honestly, it's difficult to get him too worked up to the point he would get physical

-Him and Sven's dynamic is basically just "Would you still hang with me if I was a worm?" "What"

-Speaking of, he's closest to Sven when comparing him to everyone else. When Sven's not doing anything, he'll just barge into Burt's room when he isn't streaming or working and start ranting. Burt doesn't mind that

-Also learning a little bit of Swedish from Sven

-His sense of humor is strange. At times you may get him to mildly breathe out of his nose but it's only when the planets truly align you will get him to double over in tears from laughing

-Would eat heaps of ketchup out of a bottle if paid to do so

-Will never tell you how he got his headphones through his top hat

-Has a headphone collection. Loves them to death

Uhhhhh that's Burt. Goodbye

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

it wouldn’t be the linda fairbairn extended universe without air caledonian! (enlarge for better quality. notes below)

(a320 illustrations provided for free personal use)

i spent almost eight hours total doing this and i do not regret a single minute of it 😮‍💨😮‍💨

the liveries

literally fought for my life with the clipping masks 😵‍💫

this is my attempt at a ‘retro’ livery which was sort of teased in late 2022

it combines a few elements that saw some vogue in the 70s (the cheatline, or the stripe running down the fuselage) and the hockey stick (the cheatline being carried up into the tail, which i…sort of did…to incorporate it into the saltire) combined with an element that didn’t really become popular until after the 70s (the ‘eurowhite’ color scheme that forced me to invert the saltire)

if caledonian’s origins can be traced back to regional flights in the very late 70s, slowly growing the fleet until acquiring the A320 to expand its range, i’d want it to have a sort of ‘retro’ looking livery. the original planes probably wouldn’t have been white, though. most likely aluminum

i used helvetica for the name of the airline on the side of the fuselage, which also happens to look very similar to the font of choice for philippine airlines. i did not realize this until after i’d exported it because my dad looked over my shoulder and commented.

this is their ‘redesign’ livery and the last one before the acquisition. i’d previously depicted a version of it back in 2021 but when i tried it for size parts of it looked so horrifying that i had to change it up a bit

caledonian has always existed in my head as some mix of ‘national carrier’ and ‘budget airline’ swinging a little more toward the latter for purposes of the lfeu so the bold color scheme and billboard style is honestly inspired by airlines like southwest (thank god they’re not shit brown anymore), easyjet (easy go… and thee air caledonian blueprint), and spirit (highlighter planes)

the saltire was literally me messing around with brushes and realizing like hmmmm. this actually looks pretty neat! now i know i’ve been saying air caledonian’s probably a budget airline, but as stated before, it’s also got some elements of the national carrier thing going, which is why i’m so insistent on the saltire motif

not to do with the livery but i also think since cal exists in that grey area they do have certain elements of a Not Low Cost Airline (like business class vs economy seats…i mean you’re not lying flat in any of these planes lol but you can have a kit if the pilots didn’t burgle the socks out of them) and that could have financially hurt them which would make selling out to swiss more appealing and less wounding that a ‘national carrier’ is being chopped. idk how this works though. im playing with airlines like dolls

the uniforms

i love designing uniforms. actually i love uniforms in general. i miss wearing a school uniform i did not have to think about what to wear on a daily basis. i could commit time to silly fanfiction and my meager attempts at making my own drawing style

qantas did not have tailored uniforms for differing body types until 2016 but this is fiction and the chief pilot of air cal is canonically a #GirlDad. we have tailored uniforms here. and a hat/tie variant. and a skirt option.

i reasoned since air caledonian is a scottish airline it should have formalized cold weather uniform requirements and i saw some rly cute pullover sweaters (think they were on easyjet pilots) so those went in

also the reason hats are required with the trench coat is for easy recognizability. this is indeed a policy at some airlines. martin crieff does have a point here.

oh also i darkened the jackets and trousers lol i just felt like it looked better

i think that’s all i wanted to say…

[badartxd]

OHOHOHO THAT’S A BIG ONE >:3

So this was FUN and I drew most of it in one night, somehow! Based on a clear bunny outfit I saw on Twitter ^^

It was super neat to finally get all my current girlies in a literal row in a way that would reflect their personalities, heights, and body types!

From left to right, they are: Yara, Vasya, Niya, and Ellie!

Under the cut will be some more info on them and some close ups! Disclaimer cuz the description does touch a little on their attitudes towards things like lingerie.

Yara: this one actually came easiest, since I’ve had the image in my head for a while. It was a fun chance to draw her at her full height, with battle scars and everything! I think that out of all four of my ocs, she’d be the one most flustered by outfits like that, largely because while she does enjoy feminine presentation in theory, it’s not something she’s too well versed with in practice. Def something she wouldn’t wear around other people. I tried to draw lil tremble lines around her fist from how hard she’s clenching it XD

Vasya: her and Niya are probably the ones who are most comfortable/confident in clothes like that, this kind of outfit actually totally being Vasya’s thing. She may prefer formal/practical wear in everyday life, but funky lingerie is her style! Hence the, erm, whip lol. Despite her deadpan expression, she’s having a good time - she just likes playing the part. Also this was a chance for me to show off the way she pulls up her hair, and the blood magic scars on her thighs and forearms - they’re both easily accessible parts that are covered by a robe, and have the least chance of causing too much damage.

Niya: also having a good time in this! She’s the kind of person to enjoy just about any outfit, to the chagrin of everyone who knows her and has to witness her confidently commit endless fashion atrocities with the same gleefully smug expression. She will wear crocs with a ball gown. This is baby stuff. Also I got to show off her new hairstyle and horns, as well as her tail and the scale freckling on her face/shoulders/elbows/thighs/knees! The scales are more dense on her back but she still has quite a few up front ^^

Ellie: is honestly perfectly content, even if her demeanour is a pretty timid one! She enjoys dressing up, mostly in very feminine/cute clothes, so she’s probably in the same camp as Vasya in terms of wearing a thing like this unironically with her partner. Also it’s been my first time drawing her full body, and her body type, so I’m super proud of myself there! She’s just petite and super soft, and I think she looks absolutely adorable here! Like if I got to assign my characters an impression, (Intimidating ruffian for Yara, Eldritch allure for Niya, autism creature keen but vaguely unnerving observer for Vasya, etc) Ellie would be the sort of person you’d want to bring into a hug or go to a sleepover with. She’s just sweet and approachable like that.^^

[vacantgodling]

her person

wip: the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol) ; aftermath but before timeskip lol

character(s): saith praline (a knight of the royal lathsburian militia), daran “papa” isai (pub owner of the most famous pub in all of the capital), mentions of: piperlene lathsbury (originally piper fairwind & one of our mcs—lost daughter of the duke now reunited with her kin), keevan guerra (deceased; saith’s former superior/closest friend and piper’s first love), kiba lathsbury (piper’s elder brother and soon to be coronated king of terrae) & illiana aegos (kiba and piper’s step sister and another noble)

free time is a luxury that saith doesn’t often get, so he decides to spend some time down at his favorite pub to unwind with the friendly, wise bartender, papa. they discuss the upcoming coronation, which leads the conversation into territory that reopens old scars.

wish i could give y’all more context but there’s so much that’s happening & i know i haven’t really said a lick about this wip so WHOOPS. just know tcol is my huge worldbuilding fantasy extravaganza and i hope you enjoy this random snip cuz i barely write for this story (too busy daydreaming and worldbuilding/timeline planning lol)

Midday wasn’t the average time to go to a bar, but Papa’s was open nearly 24 hours without question. It was the perfect place to escape the creeping summer heat in the few hours Saith would have on break before he reconvened with his troop in the square. Despite its popularity at night, Papa’s pub was like a mirage; you could only see it when it wanted to be seen, or if you knew the route well enough for the illusion to be broken. Saith had been to this pub more times than he could count— the way etched into the soles of his shoes the same way magic was etched into his telus sword.

He paused before the establishment, briefly, before pushing open the heavy door with a wide spread palm.

“Saith!” Papa’s mighty arm gesticulated back and forth, welcoming him into the pub. With a shy little laugh, the knight ambled in, letting the loose hinged door swing shut behind him. It drew closed with a resounding slam, loud enough to make him jump.

Papa, as it was, only laughed.

“Never mind that ol’ creaky thing! Been meanin’ ta get ‘er looked at for a fortnight.”

“Made no less sturdy by your hundreds of visitors every night, I’m sure.” Papa laughed again, deep from his gut. “Pick your poison, kiddo.”

“Just beer— you know me, I’m plain.” Papa turned to easily draw down the bottle he knew was Saith’s favorite, filling up a shiny brown mug with the amber liquid.

The pub was empty, as it should be midday. Only himself and Papa to keep its old walls company. As Saith contemplated his glass, Papa finally spoke up.

“It’s been awhile since ya been up here? Piperlene keepin’ ya busy?”

“Keeping the whole capital busy, honestly.” Saith cupped his hands around his glass, drumming his fingers aimlessly against the handle. With Lord Kiba’s coronation approaching, Piperlene’s true lack of experience in noble matters was shining through, clear as a whistle. Never mind her gripes about formal wear— her dining etiquette was all wrong, her speech and pleasantries left heaps and bounds to be desired, and she refused to leave her sword alone for even a minute— even just for a simple luncheon! Between himself, Lord Kiba, and Lady Illiana, the three of them had quite a task on their hands. He rolled his eyes fondly thinking of it, finally shaking his head.

“I can’t tell who’s more excited for coronation to be over: Lord Kiba or La—Piperlene.” Papa laughed at his near slip up. Even if she wasn’t here to enforce her “no formalities” rule, he couldn’t undo years of ingrained habits with the snap of his fingers, no easier could she pick up ones wholly unfamiliar to her.

“I can bet ya it’s the lil’ missy. Heard her complaining about it aaaallll night a few weeks ago, last time I saw her. Can’t imagine it’s any better now.”

“I’m afraid I must inform you her complaining has only gotten worse.” Saith said gravely. The two men exchanged a look, then devolved into laughter. Saith let his laugh taper off into a chuckle before he continued.

“It’s endearing to see her vehemently refuse to give up though.”

“Endearin’ huh?” Papa asked, a knowing lilt in his voice. Saith ducked his head, expecting it. “Endearing.” He settled on evenly, shrugging, then brought the mug to his lips to take a sip. He sighed happily when the rich flavor hit his lips. “Damn! You always have the best brews Papa!” Papa continued to bustle around the bar, making sure everything was in order. Over his shoulder he said:

“Ya ain’t answer my question, kiddo.”

“You didn’t ask anything.” He avoided Papa’s gaze, but he could feel the older man’s stare. “You really want me to ask ya out loud?”

“I—“ Saith hesitated, then took another sip. He sighed loudly through his nose.

“Piperlene will never see me that way.” Papa shook his head. “You’re killin’ somethin’ good before it even had chance to begin.”

“No, I…” Saith sighed again. He pitched forward, pushing his beer further towards the inner counter and laid his head down on the cool wood of the bar. He closed his eyes.

“She doesn’t want to.”

“Sir Guerra has already passed on.” Papa’s voice was gentle, but quizzical, and Saith felt his eyes watering. “I know.” He swallowed thickly. “I know he has. But he was Piperlene’s person. … She doesn’t want to experience that kind of heartbreak again. She told me,” He felt a tear drop thinking of his late commander and let it fall, dropping down onto the counter. He breathed out through his nose. “She told me that was the only person she’d ever love like that. She loves her friends, she loves her family, but…” Saith shrugged. “Keevan was her person, Papa.” He finished lamely.

[pbandjesse]

I apparently should not have worn my heart sunglasses in my photo today because I broke them. I cursed them by wearing them in the picture.

It was only mostly my fault. I let one of the little kids wear up today, someone stepped on them, they got bent, I tried to unbend them, dropped them, they broke. It's not the end of the world. I have white ones that I can wear if I really want to. And I have other sunglasses. But it was frustrating on top of an already kind of stressful day.

I slept okay last night. But waking up was hard. It was nice and I got to see James even if it was briefly. And I got ready to go. James made cinnamon buns so I have something to eat while I walked and honestly I felt pretty good.

I have a cut on the one foot and it just made my entire foot hurt and then just both balls of my feet so like very very sore. No idea why. I did my best to power through but by the afternoon it's definitely hitting me hard.

Man I was so excited to see the kids today. I got to get the flamingos. Which is my favorite class. And it was just a good day. But they had recently stopped masking at school and basically everyone is getting sick. Half the class was out. And while I enjoy a smaller class it definitely was a problem. And by the end of the day we would lose two more.

I got to draw with the kids for a while and they always love when I make them stuff to color. We had morning circle and snack. I marveled at how well the other teachers can't control the classroom. Because while I'm pretty good at it they just have this air about them that makes them really listened to and I am just really impressed every time. And after snack We had journal time and watch the little video about flowers. And I worked on my embroidery for a bit. And then we got ready to go outside.

And outside was great. But something keeps happening where a child will ask me if they can do something and it seems pretty innocuous to me so they go to do it and then another I don't yells at them because apparently it's breaking a rule that I didn't know about. And then I feel really bad. And I told the kids that we got in trouble because it feels like I'm in trouble too. But it's fine. And once we got to the playground everything was going really good. I played with a couple of the little kids and then was on the playground itself with some of the bigger kids. And then some of the bigger kids asked if I could open up the monkey bar area. Basically just be in charge of watching that spot. I asked Brad one of the other teachers if that was okay and he said yes but that because they don't have an open all the time a lot of kids are probably going to come over. And I was like that's fine I don't mind.

I went over and one girl went on and she a great one all the way to the end no problem and then poor Ellie tried to jump to catch the bar and missed and slammed into the ground. And got mulch up her nose! And I thought everything was fine but throughout the rest of the afternoon she started tripping a bunch and then she started complaining about being nauseous and having a headache. And I got really concerned that she was developing concussion symptoms. Like when she fell I didn't see her hit her head but during nap I asked her and she was like yes I got my head and so I texted the director for help and Ellie got picked up early by her dad to go to urgent care and I just feel like a monster! Like I know it isn't actually my fault and hindsight is 20/20 but also I was the teacher in charge of that area and I wasn't fast enough to catch her and I just felt so bad. Becky told me she'll let me know how she is on Monday.

Me and Ellie would sit on a bench and just talk. Iggy joined us. I played pretend with one of the littles. I did a little sewing. I talked to Lauren, formally of the museum, and she told me her neighbor just had a funeral for a dead bat she found in the sidewalk.

I stayed through the first half of lunch with the kids. But then I took my break. The other teacher, Ms Lyric, wasn't feeling great and would end up going home early too. But I got my break first and sat in the kitchen and enjoyed my soup and watched a video. And eventually wandered back upstairs so Lyric could go get some tea and rest her head.

The kids were a little pushy during nap. Meaning boundary pushing. Everyone wants a drink and a tissue and to use the bathroom. And it was tough to know when to say yes or no. And different teachers want different things. And then all of a sudden Ellie was on the verge of throwing up and I was calling for help. It was a bit stressful. But we handled it. I filled out an incident report. And I tried to just make sure everyone else was in one piece.

Soon Lyric would leave. And Hannah would come and help me transition the kids to the side yard. Where I sat in the train with the boys for a bit before sitting with Sam I til she upset me buy dumping a bucket of mulch on me after I asked her not too.

I got a bunch of hugs before I left. It's my last scheduled day for the foreseeable future. I let Becky know about my full time grant at camp and how I may not be available next year but I will stay in contact. She told me please do and that makes me really happy. I still really want to have them as a contact because even though I don't want to be there everyday I do enjoy it. Even if it brings me stress.

I headed out. And walked to Walgreens. I went a different way for some flavor and it was a really nice little walk. I got a new nail file and tweezers at Walgreens. And went home.

I collected all my stuff for my workshop tomorrow.

I had my headphones in and was startled when James came home. But I was happy to see them. They would make us pizza and salad for dinner. But the dough would take a while. In the mean time we cuddled on the couch and I looked at houses for sale.

I actually did that a bit during nap time too. I figueed out that if we get a mortgage for $140 to $180k we would pay about the same as we do in rent (mortgage, taxes, and insurance). And we would qualify for some down payment assistance and if we did the 3.5% fha loan we could possibly actually afford a home? That I could paint and diy all the time??? This would be a few years away. But it is fun to think about.

I found a few houses I did like. In areas in Baltimore I would like. It's not perfect but it's fun to day dream. So I spent some time doing that. Watching videos. Hanging out with James. It was a nice night.

Eventually I got in bed and rested here until I went to take a bath. Which was nice but my skin on my hands and feet hurt a lot. Frustrating. And even more frustrating that I can't seem to get an in person dermatologist and it makes me more annoyed that I canceled my online one. But it's fine it will work out. It's just frustrating that you try to do the right thing and it doesn't work out the way you hope.

Now me and James are in bed. And I am real tired. And tomorrow I have a long drive to Annapolis. And while I am excited for my workshop I am also nervous!!! I hope it's fun.

Sleep well everyone. Wish me luck! Have a nice night!!