#i also went way overboard with organizing it

[dozyisdead]

the people must know about St. Farina!!!

(i just realized i’ve never sent you an ask???)

comets comets comets my love love love!!! (also no you have not!)

St.Farina High School, basically a high school-college AU involving drivers from F1, F2, F3, and F4, as well as Indycar! It’s a collaboration between the lovely @23fallencomets and myself for any of those wondering!

The international school was founded in 1950 with its first principal and lead contributor Dr. Emilio Giuseppe Farina. Its legacy is long standing, and it has ruled at the top of international schools around the world since its formation! It boasts a wide variety of courses and programs, as well as supplying students to some of the top colleges and universities in the world. A wide variety of students call the school home, with board and room available for them to choose if they so wish. The staff is some of the top in their field (with some exceptions) and often are as chaotic as the students.

This school is also a breeding ground for romance and the chaos that comes with new teen relationships.

[chirrups]

I feel like I have nothing to ask, I simply would love to hear more about them fucked up mermaid and murderer

And I would absolutely love to tell you about them, Tin.

This AU takes place somewhere vaguely in the Pacific Northwest (circa. 1970s-80s) in an isolated fishing town along a storm-wracked coast.

Fisheries in and around the bay have collapsed due to extreme winter weather patterns + overfishing + an oil spill from a tanker run aground down the coast, leaving most of the bay's inhabitants to live pretty much hand-to-mouth off contaminated fish in recent years.

get ready for LORE (and more drawings but mostly the LORE)

general warning: this is pretty long

The "story" as it were, kicks off when Gem finally gets fed up with another fisherman in the area, Grian, over continued conflict about ownership of fishing grounds in the mouth of the bay.

She orchestrates his death (with the eager assistance of Scott and Impulse) out at sea and passes it off as a tragic accident in the winter swells with her being the unfortunate finder of his remains.

And it works.

See the thing is: Gem has a history of causing disappearances. It started with some accidents with out-of-town poachers. She would chase these people off and one or two would just slip overboard and happen to drown. It wasn’t her fault and besides they deserve it. But things start to escalate from there. Poachers become outsiders become fellow townspeople. Grian is someone Gem’s known for years, whose friends are tangentially her friends or acquaintances. His death is a cold-blooded murder driven by hatred and frustration. This time something is different about what she's done and Gem knows it.

But Gem is a reputable and well-known person. Her prices are fair, she drives poachers out of the bay and maintains order around the pragmatic fishing ground policy that undoubtedly helps everyone to survive.

She is the type of person to look to for guidance when things get difficult because she can make those hard choices. So how on earth could it be her fault?

No one is wiser until Grian's funeral brings an old friend into town who is more than a little suspicious about the circumstances of his death.

Scar was one of Grian's crewmates when they did trawling much further south. They split when Scar took up (illegal) whaling and Grian moved into the bay.

As an outsider, Scar isn't so swayed by the goodwill the town has around Gem's name. He's no detective but for the sake of an old friend, he might as well try.

In this AU, mermaids are social mammals part of the Hominidae family that went back into the ocean similar to Cetaceans. They live in matrilineal family groups or in any other female-led organization of pods and have a very "survival-oriented" global culture (with regional variation).

Pearl is a lone mermaid whose pod lived in the bay until they were starved out by the collapsing fisheries. PNW mermaids are more territorial than other ecotypes and value strength over anything else. Pearl's inability (read: unwillingness) to oust other pods for better fishing grounds and the loss of one of her pod members summarily lead the other two to abandon her.

Without a pod to help her, hunting enough in her dwindling territory has been difficult and lonely, leading her to slowly starve just as the humans in the bay have begun to.

She took to trailing fishing boats to steal from their catch, which is how she met Gem who was mid-throwing some unfortunate soul overboard.

They have an interesting relationship.

Gem is enamored with Pearl at the halfway point between a person and a large apex predator. She loves the way Pearl needs her to live and the way Pearl, as a social creature with no pod, craves her attention. It's thrilling to have a predator at her beck and call like this and, in turn, to be so desperately needed. She also loves the way Pearl doesn't look at her like she's dangerous (the way Scott and Impulse have begun to when they think she doesn't see them). Her interest in Pearl seems to be leaching into something more than just wildlife admiration. She's begun to learn the mermaid language just to talk to her. For what? Who really knows. Meanwhile, Pearl is hungry enough to eat just about anything Gem throws her (including human bodies) and desperate enough that she lets Gem get much closer than many humans in this area have ever been to a mermaid. (They even touch, scandalous for mermaids.)

It's skewed for sure. From Gem's perspective, they've got something special going on. From Pearl's... not so much.

This being Secret-Life based, you can imagine how this story ends...

Bonus piece: Pearl and her old pod.

IN GENERAL, Biological females are generally larger with a set of rotated tusks protruding from their lower jaw for dominance displays. Biological males are commonly smaller and more agile, with more dexterous hands due to decreased adipose tissue distribution over their bodies. (They actually have 3 biological sexes and tons of social gender variation but that's a talk for another time). Pre-cultural awakening, these pods would form around a biological female and their harem for reproductive purposes. That female would then protect the harem from other females looking to "steal them" or their territories (like horses but reverse-style). In modern times, these pods are often composed of groups of friends/related family members as sort of "platonic life partners" and stealing other pod members is seen as a very archaic sort of thing. Territory stealing, however, is still up for grabs.

[cherry-burst]

Rafayel x F!MC  "First Time For Everything."

Love and Deepspace

Smut 18+🔞 MDNI | Established Relationship | 1st F!Anal | Anal prep w fingers/toys/mouth | F!Anal Penetration | Praise | Cockwarming if you squint

WC: ~3k

She was lying naked on her stomach atop the bed. A pillow was under her hips, elevating her ass off the bed into the air. 

Rafayel pulled out several toys he’d collected for this very occasion along with a bottle of lubricant. He lined them up by size next to her legs and kept rubbing his hand over her thighs, tracing aimlessly as he got organized. A content smile was on his face as he hummed a gentle tune.

She looks back at her boyfriend. “That’s a lot of plugs…” 

Her nervousness was made clear well before all of this started. Rafayel promised to stop anytime for any reason, no questions asked if she wanted him to. But, he was adamant that she was going to thoroughly enjoy this. Almost as if he knew something she didn't.

“Well, I may have gone a bit overboard. Some of them are just for pleasure and not really prepping. We won't use them all ” He picked two up and compared them, the lamp light glittering in his blue-fiery eyes. “This one,” He lifted a tapered egg-shaped plug. “It's more for stretching, and, well it is also pleasurable.” He smiled. His cheeks were already pink and the tips of his ears were glowing red. “This one,” He lifted the other. It was tapered and longer with three bulges. “This is a bit more for pleasure. I probably won't use all of them.” He raked his hand in his hair, visibly excited. 

He leaned over her body and pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade. They were both fully nude already and their lips were puffed from the make-out session they’d had that led them to this idea for the night.

“Well,” She said in a sing-song voice, wiggling her hips a little. Rafayel’s gaze shot to her ass region in an instant. She smiled at the effect this was already having on him. “I’m ready when you are.” She finished. 

He cleared his throat. “We will take it slow.” He reassured her, “We go at your pace, Cutie.” 

The opening crack of the lube bottle’s lid gave her heart a squeeze. She was nervous before, but the adrenaline was starting to kick in. 

His lubed finger slid over her slit up to her ass. He rubbed in a slow circular motion on her hole, carefully exploring this previously untouched part if her. It felt a bit chilly on her skin but warmed very quickly with his constant friction. 

Her eyes fall shut and she relaxes into the bed. “Mm, no one has ever touched me there before, so-.” She lets out a soft laugh. “It’s a bit… interesting.”

“I really like touching you there…” Rafayel spoke in a low voice. All his earlier playfulness was quickly dissipating. She wondered exactly how long he’d fantasized about this before he casually brought the idea up to her a few months ago. 

He’d brought this up to her more times than she could count during the course of the last few weeks. At first, he was joking about doing it, but then it quickly turned serious and she could see the look of desire in his eyes grow each time he mentioned it.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want it. It just felt a bit too taboo to her and made her nervous to try something out of the box. But, she trusted her boyfriend. Plus, the way his face lit up when she agreed to it made her more happy than she dared to admit. He was always going out of his way to please her, it was time she relished in one of his fantasies as a reward. 

He was already obsessed with touching her ass and keeping his hand on it when he could get away with it. She knew he was a bit obsessed with her body at this point and very much loved the effect it had on him. 

Rafayel's finger oh-so gently pressed inside her and she tensed back up. She took several deep, calming breaths like they’d discussed and tried to get herself to let go. The digit went deeper and she took in a sharp breath. 

“Whew…” she breathed. The lube made it easy for his finger to intrude as quickly as it did. She jerked her hips when he moved his digit in and out, slow and rhythmic. 

“You’re doing so well, just relax.” He rubbed her thigh comfortingly. “You will get used to the sensation after a bit.” He reassured her. She felt his warm lips kiss her lower back, trailing over the curve of her ass while his finger did the work. 

She blushed when he started to play more. He moved his finger all the way in, twisting and pulling out. He dripped more lube into the valley of her ass as he did this, getting her insides nice and coated. 

Rafayel was between her legs while her ass was propped up with a pillow in the air like some kind of art piece on a pedestal. Her legs were spread to accommodate his width and he could see everything from his viewpoint. 

“It’s a bit… humiliating.” She tries to joke but her breath hitches when a second finger presses against her hole. 

“It’s just us. No need to feel embarrassed.” He kissed her inner thigh and slowly added the second finger. Her body accepted it, stretching to accommodate the intrusion. 

His free hand moved up her waist and down to her knee. He caressed her skin as he eased his fingers in and out of her. It helped ease the tension in her body and reassured her that everything was okay. 

“Do you have to watch like that?” She asks breathlessly. 

“Yep.” He sent her a smirk when she looked back at him.  

The intrusion didn’t feel normal for a while. It was nice, just strange. She could feel how relaxed her hole was getting and whimpered when he removed his fingers. 

“Shh, shh,” He was grinning. “I’m just getting a toy now, okay? I’ll put something inside you again, don’t worry.” As he spoke, his voice lowered to a sultry whisper. He pat her thigh reassuringly, teasing her with a wink. His delight was obvious that she was enjoying herself too.

She buried her face in the pillow to hide her blush. Was she really starting to crave the sensation? 

A blunt object pressed against her asshole and she tensed. It was covered in cold lube.

“Relax, Cutie.” He soothed. 

She relaxed and squeaked when he pressed harder. 

Rafayel sighed, squeezing her ass cheek with his free hand. “I’ll take it slow. Let me know if you need to stop.”

It took a few minutes of him slowly pushing, but soon she was shuddering as the plug fit snugly all the way inside. 

“Mm,” Rafayel let go of the toy and let it sit inside her. He grabbed her cheeks and squeezed, spreading them wider, pushing them up, and kneading them. “How does it feel?” 

She looked back and happened to notice just how hard he was getting. 

“Feels fine, it's good. I’m comfortable.” 

He nodded, working hard to fix a smile on his lust-filled face. “I’m going to move it a bit now.” 

She nodded and felt him start to pull on the plug. He pulled just enough to take it out halfway before pushing it back in.

“Woah-” She gasped.

“Good, bad? Need a break?” He stood still. 

“Good! It's fine. It just feels so interesting. I’m kind of liking it.” She sends him a small smile. 

Rafayel’s face lights up as he starts to tug on the plug again. He doesn’t remove it all the way and keeps pulling and pushing it back into her. 

She felt quite stretched at this point and told him so. “I think I'm ready for the next size up.” 

“I was about to say, I think you’re ready for a bigger one.” He agrees and slips the plug out. He sets it off in another pile away from the unused ones and looks at his row of choices. 

He seems to be thinking for a long moment and his girlfriend pipes up. “Everything okay?

Rafayel gave her a smile. “Yeah! I was just thinking. It’s just that you’re doing so well. I was thinking of skipping the medium and going up to a larger one. Would you want to try?” 

She trusted that he knew what he was doing, and also that he knew her body well. “I will try. I feel very ready.” She answered. 

Rafayel swallows thickly at her words. This was most definitely getting him worked up. He gets the larger plug, saturates it in extra lube then presses the tapered tip to her hole.

“We’re going slow, okay? Tell me the second anything hurts and I’ll stop.” He reassures her, touching her leg lovingly. 

“Understood.” She agrees. 

She takes the plug slowly. It stretches her deliciously and she clenches her eyes shut. Okay, now it was starting to feel good.

Rafayel is breathless as her hole accepts the larger plug so readily. 

She notices him give his cock a few pumps while she stretches much farther than ever before. 

She whimpers as the plug gets to the largest part, breathing through the stretching with her hands digging into the bedsheets. 

Rafayel bites her thigh, kissing along the skin up to her cheek. He bites her ass cheek and groans when her hole finally sucks in the last bit of the plug.

“Ah-, Woah…” She moans, her clammy forehead pressing into the mattress.

Rafayel squeezes her cheeks and leans in, kissing around the plug buried in her ass. 

She moans at all the sensations, rubbing her chest into the bed and arching into his touch. 

His tongue runs all along the rim eagerly. He pulls at the plug and then pushes it back in, keeping his mouth on her at the same time. 

“Rafayel!” She moans breathlessly. Little tremors of pleasure skittled through her body.

His tongue slides all around, his saliva lubing the plug even more. She can’t help the shameless whimper that escapes her.

He pulls the plug out and pushes it back in, over and over while MC mewls and twitches below. When she easily takes the toy with no resistance, Rafayel removes it and tosses it in the ‘used’ pile.

“The next size up is my cock,” He breathes heavily, his voice dipping low. “Do you want that? Do you want me?” His hands dig into her thighs.

“Yes. I want you. Please,” She begs, looking back at him as he adds lube to his cock. "I'm ready."

He strokes himself, eyes glued to her ass. Lube is dripped along his length and he pumps his fist to spread it around. He braces one hand on the mattress and lines himself up. He then folds himself over her body, pressing his chest to her back, arms on either side of her face, caging her in. 

“I’m going to stay still, and I want you to push back into me at your own pace, okay? Can you do that for me?” He moves her hair to one side and plants sweet kisses along her shoulder. 

She nods eagerly and pushes her hips back. He adjusts himself so he’s perfectly angled at her asshole then cages her in again. “Slowly, Cutie.” He reminds her with a whisper in her ear.

She goes slow, moving back against the blunt tip of his cock. She feels it stretch her as she presses harder. 

“Mm, that's it. Take your time.” He encourages her, his lips still seeking to press against every inch of her skin he can reach. 

She does, pressing slowly as moments pass. Finally, the thick head of his cock pops passed the tight ring of her ass and they both gasp. 

“Yes!” She takes a breather. “Oh. The stretch feels so good.” She whimpers. 

“Fuck.” He pants. “Yes. You’re doing amazing. Keep going.” He praises her, nipping at her shoulder with gentle bites. The way his voice gets deeper when he's in a heated state sends butterflies fluttering around her stomach walls.

Neither of them expected to get this far tonight. The training was supposed to be a build-up over the course of the weekend, but he’d made her feel so relaxed and took his time, her body acclimated very quickly. 

Rafayel panted as she started pressing back again, taking more of him. 

“Take it, Cutie. Take me all the way.” Rafayel moaned, losing himself in the moment. He always got chatty when things heated up. “I’ll make you feel so good,” His lips trailed over her shoulder along the back of her neck. 

She trembles as she dares to take in more of him. Her knees quake as she slowly presses back into his hips. The sensation was strange but oh-so-good. The more his cock stretched her, the more she wanted. 

She moans louder and Rafayel starts breathing heavier. His fists shake as he holds his body weight up above her.

“Take more, take more of me. Go slower if you need to. I won’t move.” He promised, breathing harshly into the back of her hair. 

The sensation of his cock sliding into her felt never-ending. 

“Oh! It feels so deep.” She catches her breath for a moment. 

“I’m not even halfway,” He kisses her neck and ear. “All the toys were short just to help prepare you for penetration. Is this okay?” 

“Yes, Rafayel. ” She allows her body to acclimate for a moment more before pressing back again to take more of his cock inside her. 

His chest presses down on her back and she can see just how much he's stopping himself from thrusting all the way to the hilt. His heart beats wildly against her back while his breathy moans continuously met her ears. 

They both groan the farther in he was. Finally, fucking, finally, his hips press directly against her ass. He was all the way buried inside her. 

“I need a minute,” Rafayel drops his head into the crook of her shoulder, breathing deeply. 

“It feels… feels a bit violating.”  She lets out a small breathy laugh. 

Rafayel inhales deeply “In a good way?” 

“Oh, yes.” She reassures him, rocking slightly to tease him.

“I’ve been wanting to 'violate' you for a while now.” He lets out a breathy chuckle and so does she. 

She pushes back a bit, trying to encourage him to move.

“Ah, fu-” He groans. 

“You’re so deep,” She moans, gripping the sheets. “I feel so full.” She adds quietly.

“Say that again. Tell me again,” Rafayel pleads, forehead pressing into the back of her head. 

“I feel so full, Rafayel. You’re so big…” 

Rafayel lets out a burst of air, tickling the skin on her neck. 

“Mm, and I’m going to keep filling you up, nice and deep, over and over again.” His voice is sinfully low. “Do you want that? Hm? Tell me,” 

“Yes! I want you to keep filling me up,” 

He groans and adjusts his position minutely. “Ready for me to move?” He scrapes his teeth over a sensitive spot on her neck. 

“Yes, start moving a little bit,” She braces herself for the foreign feeling. 

“Let’s see how well you take me,” He whispers in her ear and kisses it before he gently moves. 

He rocks his hips slowly, filling her to the brink before pulling out again. 

“Mmm!” She yanks on the blanket. 

“You’re doing so well,” He thrusts a bit faster when she doesn’t protest. 

She moans and sucks in breaths. “I’m going to fall apart, fuck…” 

“I’m just getting started,” He uncurls himself from her and sits back on his knees between her legs. He lets out a moan at the sight of his cock in her ass and starts fucking her faster. 

The absence of his body heat makes the air in the room feel cold on her back. She shivers as she whimpers little cries of pleasure. “So full…” 

“Yes,” Rafayel drives his cock home, again and again. “Your ass takes my cock so well,” A quiet ‘fuck’ falls from his lips. 

“Ha- Rafayel…” She pants as he goes faster, fucking her at his normal stride. 

Rafayel’s hands grip her ass. He sits back and spreads her cheeks, watching himself fuck into her. “This is incredible.” He moans.  

“That angle! Yes!” She desperately pleads.

“I never want this to stop,” He huffs as he fucks her at the angle she requested. “You like this angle? Is it pressing against all the right spots?” 

She found her center of gravity again and started pushing back into each of his thrusts. The angle he was hitting her at made her feel all kinds of good things inside. 

“It is, Yes! Oh, don’t stop,” They find a matching rhythm and speed up together. 

He squeezed one of her ass cheeks, gripping and pulling her with each thrust.

“This is better than my fantasy,” He let out a breathless chuckle. 

Her neglected pussy was slick with desire. Rafayel reached around and rubbed her little clit in circular motions.

She was yelling out ‘yes’ and ‘more’ as he touched her intimately. 

He used his other hand to squeeze her ass again and then she was falling, flying, shaking under him. Her orgasm hit her like a bus. 

“That feels good,” Rafayel commented on how her walls squeezed his cock as she came. 

As her orgasm ended, she started to squirm and whimper. He removed his finger from her pussy and went back to chasing his own release. 

His hands gripped onto her ass cheeks, thrusting faster and faster. His knees dug into the bed and each thrust sent her body jolting forward. The pillow below her hips got pushed and pulled so much it basically became useless. 

“Ha-” Rafayel moans louder the closer he gets. “I’m close,” He alerts her. 

“I want it!” She mewls into the bed. “Cum inside me, please” She begs him. 

“Fuck…” His hips studders. “Tell me again!” He demands as he huffs air. 

“Please cum inside me, please, please, please.” 

Rafayel thrusts into her deep one last time and his cock throbs hard as his eyes clench shut. 

He curls back down on top of her against her back, keeping their bodies locked. His moans fill her ears as his body pulses with pleasure.

His chest is much warmer now against her back, sticky from sweat, but so comforting. His familiar musk fills her nose and her whole body relaxes in his embrace.

“Just gonna…” Rafayel kisses her neck lazily. “...stay inside you until I get hard again.” 

She let out a breathless laugh and Rafayel cracked a smile. 

“I have a feeling you’re going to want to do this more often.” She spoke quietly between them, resting her cheek on the bed and looking up at him. 

“You bet,” He reached out and cupped her face in his hand. “If you’re up for it.” 

They relaxed like that, catching their breath and having some pillow talk before Rafayel’s body inevitably reset for round two. 

[mrs-hatake]

How JJK Men Hold Your Chin

Warnings: MDI!!! yandere behavior, obsessiveness, manipulation, dacryphilia, over protectiveness, human sacrifice, mentioned assassination, foul language, female reader, HUMAN!sukuna

A/N: i kinda went overboard with sukuna lmao. credits are in the pics! also, shoutout to my soulmate who encouraged me to write and publish this luv u 🥹

Toji:

Toji’s eyes shoot open when the soft rattle of the window opening fills the bedroom. Whoever decided to ambush Toji, in own home no less, is doing a piss poor job at it. The number rule of breaking and entering is that you need to be as quiet as the dead…Or make sure you aren’t breaking into a room where the occupants of the house are in. 

He doesn’t move, makes sure to keep his breathing deep and even as his ears focus on the soft thud across from his bed. The gentle rustle of feet on carpet is thundering. It makes Toji wonder which sorry idiot decided to attack him. He lies still. Waiting.

Toji senses a presence behind his back. The stare of the invader doesn’t feel oppressive but more hesitant. Big mistake. Waiting a heartbeat before striking, Toji quickly has the criminal pinned under him on the bed. A terrified screech stabs sharply in his ears, ringing like an alarm clock.

Leaning over, Toji harshly tugs on the string of the desk lamp on the nightstand. Dim yellow light floods the corner of the room where Toji’s bed is placed. 

With the darkness gone, Toji’s eyebrow quirks at the sight below him. A pair of eyes stare at him in a vacuous stupor, their lips formed into a silent ‘o’ shape. 

Toji blinks down at the frightened woman. 

She blinks back. 

Whoever sent her his way is a freaking dumbass. Aside from the fear drowning in her eyes, incompetence screamed at him. How did his enemies expect to dispose of him with someone as weak as her?

Lost in his thought, the woman raises her leg and tries to kick Toji off of her. Luckily, Toji’s reflexes are as sharp as a cat's and dodges the attack. He yanks her leg down before pressing all of his weight on it, trapping her.

“Don’t kill me.” The woman pleads and it forces Toji’s head to tilt to the side in confusion.

“You’re here to kill me.” He says, as if it’s the most obvious thing, “It’s only fair I defend myself.”

His words strike a nerve. The woman begins to frantically shake her head, jostling Toji with her movement. “Please.” She whispers repeatedly like a broken record. 

Having had enough, and with the exhaustion from today’s mission catching up to him, Toji’s large and calloused hand grabs the woman’s chin, successfully suspending her thrashes. 

The tip of his thumb is brushing the edge of the woman’s chapped lip. The two, caught in a daze, are silent. 

“Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you?” Toji’s voice drops to a murmur, his already deep voice growing deeper.

The woman continues to stare at him but there’s something calculative in her eyes, as if she’s determined the best course of action. Whatever she finds, melts the tension from her. Her form relaxes under Toji but he still maintains his weight on her. It could be a trap after all. Waiting for him to drop his guard down before she strikes. Toji has been in the business for so long that such a childish trick is insulting.

“I’ll tell you who hired me.” The woman's breath comes out shaken, broken.

Toji contemplates her answer before shaking his head, “Not enough.” 

His response doesn’t deter the woman. In fact, it strengthened her resolve.  “Not just the organization I work with but several of them. It’s like a betting ring.” She explains, her eyes hard, unafraid to meet him. 

Toji thinks. People wanting him dead isn’t something new but that doesn’t mean he has the free time to hunt down every single one of them. However, what the woman says next sends a chill down his spine.

“They’re coming after your son.”

Her statement is a bullet shot straight to his heart. If what this woman is saying is true, then he needs to take her word for it.

“If you’re lying,” Toji’s grip on the woman’s chin is unforgivable, “I will kill you and your pathetic family.” he spits before letting go. 

Satoru:

The woman is panting harshly as she leans against the metal pillar at the underground train station. The ruckus of the coming and goings of the people blend into the background until it’s nothing but a gentle hum. She swallows her dried throat, thick and heavy, gathering whatever moisture to nourish the muscle. The woman’s back presses against the pillar as her eyes close shut. Greedily, she sucks air into her lungs. 

Weakly, her eye opens and it darts frantically across the station until it lands on the departure board. The orange LED lights glaring harshly at her. Still, the woman squints as she reads the list and the corresponding time. Her train leaves in less than half an hour. She’s exhausted. Her legs are screaming at her from her earlier run and throat is begging for water. But the woman pushes through.

With one final deep inhale, the woman pushes herself and makes her way to the platform where her train will arrive in ten minutes. 

The woman hasn’t taken a single step forward when a voice wells up a wave of acid deep from within her belly. 

“Found you.”  A voice she once associated with reverence has her recoiling in horror.

Inchmeal, the woman turned.

Gojo Satoru is standing in front of her. Despite the gentle smile on his lips, Satoru’s blue eyes are as wild as a stormy sea, raging and fervent.

A blink and Satoru’s hand is cupping the woman’s cheek in a tight embrace. She winces at the pain, reaches her hand to wrap around Satoru’s wrist and tugs it away to no avail. 

“Oh, Y/N,” Satoru sighs as if she is some naughty child, “It’s cute that you think you can run away from me.” 

The woman’s eyes pleads Satoru, begs him to let her go, set her free, but Satoru is blind. 

With a powerful pull, Satoru yanks the woman into an embrace. His muscled arms trapped her in an unbreakable cage. 

“Let’s go home.” Instead of Satoru’s whisper resembling a kitten’s soothing licks, it feels like a spider crawling up her throat.

Nanami:

Warm hues of orange and pink spreading across the sky is the last thing the woman sees before her eyes shut close. She doesn’t scream as she falls to her death. Her descent is calm, freeing in a morbid sense. Though the curse is still rampaging the abandoned hospital, terrorizing the second year students, the woman accepts her demise with a serene smile. 

The impact she has been embracing for doesn’t come to her. Well, not in the way she had imagined numerous times whenever the woman is sent off on a mission. Instead, a firm but pliable object breaks her fall. 

Cinnamon and black coffee invades her senses. A roaring heartbeat echoes in her ears but before the woman can open her eyes, she is gently put on her feet.

“How can you be so careless?” A voice growling in her direction forces the woman’s eyes to open.

Blinking the black spots from her vision, the woman lifts her gaze from the ground to where Nanami Kento is standing just a few feet away from her. His muscles are stiff and his lips are pressed together in anger.

Oh shit.

“What were you thinking?” Kento continues, uncaring of how his voice is increasing in volume but the woman is shell shocked. Not from the fall but from the fact that, in the years she has known Nanami Kento, is losing his cool.

“I’m fine.” The woman sighs in exhaustion as her hands dusts her outfit free of dirt. She notices in her peripheral vision the second year students delivering the final blow to the curse spirit, their cheer turning into horrified groans when the curse exploded into tiny little pieces and it covered them with neon green goo. “I had it under control.”

Kento rolls his eyes, “Like hell you were.”

Worn out and oddly hungry, the woman turns away from her livid colleague. “I don’t have time for this.” she mutters.

“We’re not done talking.” Kento calls after her but the woman doesn’t meet his dark eyes, raging with an uncontrollable fire.

Just as the woman is turning to leave, Kento’s massive hand cups her chin and forcefully pulls her to face him.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Kento seethes through clenched teeth. His thumb on the apple of her left cheek presses deeply into the supple skin, almost bruising.

The woman’s jaw clenches, the muscles flexing underneath Kento’s fingers on her right cheek. Her piercing gaze is unyielding but Nanami Kento doesn’t back down.

“Don’t you dare do that again.” Though Kento’s tone is cold and disapproving, the woman hears the concern loud and clear. 

“Answer me.” He barks with the authority of a man who should not be challenged. 

“I won’t.” The woman responds in a strained voice. 

Geto:

The woman’s eyes are large and rimmed with tears as she meets irises colored in vibrant amethyst.

The man returns her gaze with feigned kindness and condescending pity. His hands cupping her cheeks are warm and they light a fire in her belly. His thumbs are slightly rough with callouses but they are gentle as they wipe away stray tears. Soft lips kiss the woman’s forehead, their velvety touch is soothing, imbued with a delicate tenderness that has the woman melting like putty in his arms. 

“Now, be a good little girl and do as you’re told.” Geto Suguru’s voice is rich with sweetness and has a velvety timbre, resembling a bitter drink with traces of sugar. It has a propitiating quality to it that embraces the woman in a sense of tranquility.

“Suguru.” The woman hiccups, vision blurred with unshed tears. 

Suguru coos, the sound echoing that of a mother worrying over her child after waking up from a nightmare. He leans in, slowly and tenderly as if to not frighten her off, and licks each tear trail from each cheek.

“Suguru?” The woman sputters, her eyebrows furrowing in bewilderment as she tries to process what just happened. 

Though the soft smile Suguru gives her radiates warmth, there’s a subtle glimmer in his eyes that hints at something the woman can’t recognize but it fills her with dread. 

“There, there.” Suguru whispers gently, his hands still cupping her cheeks. His fingers are wet with tears but the fact doesn’t bother him.

“This will all be over soon.”

Sukuna:

Sukuna’s hibernation is interrupted by cacophonous ceremonial chants reverberating from the forest below.

Year after year, Sukuna has reprimanded the villagers for their never ending harassment. They mistake his cursed lineage as an entity to protect his village when, in reality, the Ryomen clan was cursed by the Gojo clan three hundred years ago for violating the peace treaty because one member from the branch family decided to be a cocky little shit and terrorize humans and now Sukuna has to suffer the consequences. 

Every first day of spring, the villagers leave animal caracases at the mouth of his cave to satiate his hunger. When that didn’t work, the villagers sent wooden crates filled to the brim with glimmering gold coins and a crown decorated in sparkling diamonds to persuade Sukuna in blessing their harvest. Stupid villagers and their stupid myths. If they had bothered to open a history book, they would have discovered that Ryomen Sukuna is just as human as any of them. The only difference is that part of the Gojo clan’s punishment was to inject every member of the Ryomen clan with poison into their bloodstream that altered their genetic composition. Instead of having two arms and two eyes like everyone else, the Ryomens now have four arms and four eyes. Oh, and an additional mouth on their belly.

A satisfied moan falls from his mouths when his muscles pop as he stretches his four arms high into heaven. Scratching his side with one of his hands, Sukuna trudges to the mouth of the caves and watches with complete boredom as those fools travel the winding path leading to his habitat. Glancing at the sun, Sukuna figures it’ll take them another hour before they arrive. 

When the villagers do arrive, they wordlessly leave their sacrifice at the cave entrance and leave, just as silent and unnerving. 

With nothing better to do, Sukuna humors the villagers and steps out of his stifling home.

Despite it being early spring, the weather is still warm but the air has a certain bite to it. Not enough to warrant thicker garment but enough to appreciate the cool breeze caressing Sukuna’s skin.

Stepping outside, Sukuna comes to a sudden halt. His four eyes blink before they glance around the forest, searching for a glimpse of the villagers who will explain what this year’s present is. 

Below him, just a few meters away from his feet, is a woman lying on her side. She is dressed in all white and her hair is fixed in a complicated updo. Gems dangle with each blow from the wind and Sukuna’s nose picks up the hints of honey and vanilla.

Sukuna’s thick fingers massage the spot between his eyes while his two arms cross in front of his stomach, pressing against his mouth.

Great, just great. Those idiots brought him a human sacrifice this year for whatever fucked up reason. Sighing, long and heavily, he picks up the unconscious woman and carries her into his cave.

It’s around nightfall when Sukuna hears soft groans coming from his bed. His upper right arm is stroking the fire to life while his lower right arm throws wood into the fire pit. His stomach has been growling for the past hour and his tongue keeps licking the curve of his belly button. If Sukuna will ever have the chance to fight the infamous Gojo Satoru, he wants to inject him with the same poison just so he can understand the hell Sukuna’s been through. 

“You’re awake.” Sukuna’s voice cuts into the night air, deep and smooth. 

The woman freezes on the bed and takes a moment to gather her thoughts before pushing herself into a sitting position. 

When the woman turns to face him, Sukuna’s two pairs of red eyes roam over the woman’s face that’s painted with soft makeup to enhance her beauty. 

“Greetings, Sukuna-sama.” The woman greets him in a luscious voice, no doubt a skill taught to her by the elderly women of the village. Sukuna resists rolling his eyes at their stupidity. Instead, he tosses the iron rod aside and saunters to his bed. 

Though the woman bows her head in submission, her form lowered in a beautiful arch, Sukuna can see her trembling in her place. After all, Sukuna cuts an intimidating figure. Not just with his additional limbs and eyes but also with his height; totaling at two hundred centimeters. It's a small wonder she is frightened. 

An index finger that is as long and slender as the iron rod hooks under the woman’s chin and tilts it upward to face him. 

A soft hum emits from Sukuna, “The villagers have outdone themselves with this year’s sacrifice," his finger glides down her neck, "heh, they must be desperate to please me.”

The woman says nothing. Her eyes are lidded and they are clouded in something that Sukuna cannot discern but they add to her charm. Flames flicker to life in Sukuna, sparking intense desire that burns through him like wildfire.

“I’ll take good care of you.” Sukuna vows, his voice lowering into a hummed whisper, each word heavy with yearning and licentiousness.

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okay thought on lucky day

went into this ep with bad expectations because i liked season 1/14 but the frictionless dynamic of the doctor and ruby never really did it for me and it's no wonder 73 yards was my favourite episode, because ruby was really given the chance to shine. making lucky day a doctor lite episode was for sure the good choice, although it's disappointing that it's a belinda lite episode as well

the fact that it's a doctor lite gives it a very unique vibe. the podcast and social media stuff is as always a little on the nose, but managed better than in other instances

the shreek is kind of a nothingburger, but like. its only purpose is to be a generic scary monster and it does that quite well

hell yeah for the trauma. as I said, i feel like ruby really pops as a character alone, and the episode adressing her trauma responses and anxiety induced by being in constant fear for her life it finally gives her the conflict she needed

ruby should really stop going to small village pubs

the twist manages to be pretty good because the red flags conrad raises so far can all be interpreted as "oh he's kind of an adam mitchell mixed with an elton pope" so him and his friends being legally distinct infowars really works. the first half building up ruby and conrad's relationship also helps really feeling betrayed but never compromising on presenting conrad as a loser. him putting on his own merch during his little stunt is a really funny detail as well

Biggest fault of the episode is modern UNIT's presentation. yeah actually maybe military half secret organization that captures alien and sci fi tech are bad actually. the swelling music when they come and the fact that their only opposants are made to be far-right agitators feels disingenuous. Really hopes War between the Land and the Sea does better with it, because like yeah of course Kate goes a little overboard later, but the narrative never really adresses that actually yeah maybe there is some problems with a supra legal army that allows itself the right to be the "right hands" to hoard technology that would absolutely change the face of the world. Really giving torchwood: the story continues: among us vibes in the fact that you can't use your semi-secret alien tech and prisoners hoarding organization as a basis to make a political point if you're not willing to engage with the politics of what having such an organization means

Trinity wells is baaaaaaack, but at the cost of making her a far-right news anchor. but you know what, she would fucking say that

this a very funny resolution to a problem but for once the commentary is on the nose but the cartoonishly villainy/arrogant/stupid way of talking is actually realist.

Interesting choice to make this week's asshole the reason the doctor knows about belinda, but i'm relieved that it's not some pantheon or super secret important old woman nonsense.

for once the mrs flood cameo actually interacts with the plot, still anxious to see where it's going tho

[mothmanssweetsucculentass]

Corin Wickes Headcanons

Yeah I’m doing Corin too, sue me

How’s that undiagnosed anxiety disorder treating you queen?

But in all seriousness she really should get that shit diagnosed

Unfortunately she can’t for one major reason: her parents

Corin is not only homeschooled, but currently lives with her parents who aren’t exactly the best people

I mean the girl literally apologizes for existing, her parents aren’t treating her right

Her parents applied to Victoria Housekeeping for her under the assumption it would teach her discipline and manners and whatnot

Within the first week of Corin being there, Lycaon realized what was going on between Corin and her parents and vowed to be a better, more caring role model for her

He has her working the most out of everyone else

A normal person would hate having such a busy work schedule but Corin loves having so much freedom at her job

She also enjoys the opportunity to be helpful, useful, and making a difference within the organization

Like? No one yells at her? Or insults her? Or is stuffy and stringent the way her parents are? Sure, being a maid entails certain kinds of rigidity and strictness, but to Corin, the way Victoria Housekeeping Co operates is the biggest breath of fresh air she’s had in her whole life

Corin is obviously not allowed to have weapons at home, so Lycaon lets her store her sawblade within one of the many safe houses their company owns. Just like how Lycaon gifted Ellen her shears, Corin’s sawblade is also a gift from him

She originally had it outfitted with the same ice technology his boots and Ellen’s shears have, but kept slipping on the ice it created, and also had a harder time sawing through things in her path from how slippery the ice made everything. So, with Lycaon’s permission, she removed the feature altogether and made it a normal saw.

You’d think a girl so frail and timid and the epitome of cringefail girlfail sopping wet cat would also be physically weak. You’d be wrong

I mean it’s already canon her and Ellen are the strongest when it comes to pure physical damage, as evident by Corin’s introduction in Nekomata’s quest, as well as the entirety of chapter 3.

Corin says it has something to do with genetics probably, something about her dad being a former performing strong man or something

Corin also internally explodes every time Ellen compliments her on her strength. It doesn’t happen a lot, but when it does, Corin loses it

Has the BIGGEST crush on Ellen and is 100% not normal about it

Like, hello? She’s a sheltered girl with strict parents who now gets to see arguably the coolest person ever (in her eyes) on a daily basis

Corin is even more nervous around Ellen than most people for obvious reasons

She also damn near had a heart attack when Ellen passed out in front of her the first time. She grabbed so many pillows, several water bottles, four different sport and energy drinks, several protein efficient snacks, and even had a first aid kit at the ready just in case

Ellen normally hates it when people get fussy over her passing out, but considering this was the first time Corin had seen it, and the fact Corin went overboard in trying to help, Ellen let it slide

Now whenever Ellen crashes, Corin is the first one to make sure she’s okay before carrying on with her work

Ellen also knows it’s Corin who leaves candy and lollipops on the pillow next to her for when she wakes back up

Corin has since stopped worrying about Ellen every time she crashes, but insists to the point of threatening others with her sawblade that she be the one to see to it that Ellen is comfortable

There was once an incident where Corin, distracted from Ellen walking into the room, cut her hand whilst repairing her sawblade. She then bore witness to both Lycaon and Rina holding a suddenly frenzied Ellen back, who was fixated on nothing but the blood dripping from Corin’s palm. Lycaon took Corin out of the room to attend to her injury once Rina was successfully able to knock Ellen unconscious.

Ellen spent the next week apologizing to Corin and explaining how her shark thiren instincts are hard to control. Corin accepted every apology, but frankly didn’t need one, because that incident was probably the most exhilarating thing to happen to her outside of hollow missions with the company

Ellen was fixated on nothing but her in that moment, which did wonders for Corin’s fragile nonexistent ego

Every time Ellen interacts with her in any capacity, Corin gets major butterflies

Ellen insists Corin doesn’t need to refer to her as “Miss Ellen” but Corin disagrees. Corin thinks Miss Ellen absolutely needs to be treated like royalty

Corin would quite literally die for Ellen. Corin fell for her, and she fell HARD

Corin keeps a small box under her bed full of trinkets she likes. So far the only occupants of said box are buttons from her first teddy bear, and the metal piece shaped like a bear that Ellen bit into shape for Corin

Ellen is indirectly to thank for Corin’s fashion sense as well. At one point the shark girl mentioned how the Victoria Housekeeping Co uniforms were “giving Lolita menhera Jfashion” to Lycaon in passing, causing Corin to look up the style on Inter Knot (on one of the work computers, no way her parents let her have one of her own) and falling in love with it immediately

Corin already had quite a bit of sewing experience having been taught home ec by her mother, so it was no surprise she picked up outfit and plushie making very easily

She’s responsible for a lot of the accessories the company wears on their uniforms. She enjoyed making the bows and jaw head and neck piece for Ellen the most. Obviously.

Ellen often rambles to Corin about school and work related stuff. Corin soon realizes that she’s the only one Ellen does this to.

“Why?” She’d ask Ellen at one point during one of their conversations. “You’re a good listener. Plus, you give better advice than Lycaon and Rina combined.”

How Ellen didn’t notice how red her face got in that moment, Corin has no idea

Lycaon often contracts Corin longer hours than need be. Corin insists she can work the full duration, but Lycaon always makes some excuse about having enough help already, and that she should just go on a break, and that he’d clock her out, etc etc

Lycaon you ain’t slick we all know you’re doing it so this girl can actually go out and do things she enjoys

Corin has no idea that that’s the actual case, but she’s certainly grateful with how much free time Lycaon allows her

When their schedules line up, Ellen even invites Corin out for boba or lunch with her friend group

Corin is almost always quiet during these meetings, not wanting to intrude on Ellen’s quality time with her friends, but to her utter shock, Ellen is constantly making sure Corin is included in the conversation

Corin, being the sheltered kid, also hasn’t tried enough things, so of course Ellen insists on getting her fun snacks and roping her into seeing a movie or going to an arcade with her friend group

Corin gets so wrapped up in it all that by the time she gets home, she misses it immensely

Work is always “good”, when her parents ask. They never press for details thankfully due to Corin and Lycaon both making up an excuse that maid work is private, there’s NDA stuff involved, blah blah blah

Eventually Corin is able to buy her own cell phone with her salary. Her parents don’t know about it.

Her parents don’t know a lot of things about her, including the fact she’s actually been able to experience a normal teenage girl’s life for awhile now

Lycaon always insists that if Corin ever feels her parents are too much, she’ll always have a permanent home in Victoria Housekeeping Co. Corin gets closer and closer to accepting that offer every day.

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Since I've been playing the Artificer campaign recently (badly), scavengers have been on the brain. I know the AU mostly focuses on the slugcats themselves, but what are the scavs like? Are they similarly enlightened to stuff related to the Benefactors? Or are they just doing their own thing and interacting with the scugs like a friendly neighboring nation or summat?

Mostly doing their own thing, and yes - they also dug up and stole a bunch both from Ancients' knowledge and what they left behind physically. Funnily enough, I think they're far ahead in their "reasearch" comparing to Slugcats and quickly realized that whatever the Ones Before were doing doesn't really apply to the reality they're living in right now, so to Slugcats they might even appear a bit weird and like they don't care about the sacred past of those lands.

While whatever Slugcats learnt about the Ancients was spread by word of mouth and was full of speculation, Scavenger's system of living in more organized, bigger groups with larger, hidden settlements scattered throughout the land made it way easier for them to both have more more unified outlook on things AND shape their own, unique identity. That's why, alongside simple drawings, I also gave them theater as characteristic way of creating art in their culture and decided on highlighting that pearls would work as currency to them more than just a more valuable trade object. Slugcats' culture and group identity is, in contrast, really fluid. Sure, they have things like shelter-usage savoir-vivre, drawing, sharing stories with other nomads when crossing paths, but all of it is overshadowed by the idolization of the mysterious, past residents of the earth they walk on now.

The biggest problem Scavs and Slugs have is the fact that they were mostly avoidant of each other and the language barrier is probably a big obstacle. Moreover, to Scavengers, a Slugcat would probably be way scarier than a Lizard or a Vulture - they know that the intentions of the latter are simple, to just hunt and eat. Slugcats are smarter, possibly cunning WAY more unpredictable strangers, which makes them a way bigger, potential threat. The only means of communication they have is either by trade, body language or simple Ancient symbols (all the karma + passage ones most likely) they both are familiar with.

So yeah - mostly neighborhood nation that doesn't want anyone to meddle in their buisness and they won't meddle in others', but when it comes to friendliness... Yeah that varies. Communication between the Scavenger settlements is top notch, so if one Scav saw a Slugcat acting like a vicious beast to them (or, on a more positive note, saved them from a Lizard or something) - all the other, nearby Scavs WILL know about that sooner all later.

And we have one particular, funny Slugcat lady that went a bit too overboard.

Yeah basically the Outer Expanse slugcats didn't visit the terrains near 5P and LTTM for a longer while after this incident worrying that their presence may be not too comfortable for the neighbors that'd need the time to heal.

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reminder that this AU has both a tag here and a DC server

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

In your AU, if a toy ever had a wedding, what would it be like and what kind of chaos would likely ensue?

Dogday and Catnap's wedding would be an event that would go down in history with how chaotic it was (affectionate).

Skipping the arc in which Dogday and Catnap fall in love (again) and start dating, some years down the line they just look at each other and go "you know what would be fun? A wedding! In practice it wouldnt change a thing except some legal stuff but it would be so much fun to call you my husband AND also have it be on paper!", and, after talking with Angel + Prototype about it, it's wedding preparations!

I think Catnap would like it to be in the church he goes to, or at least have some catholic elements due to him being religious. Dogday doesn't mind (they talked about it since they started dating) but would like Angel to also add elements from their religion bc it just feels right. In the end, they pick a big wedding venue in order to host all the toys + human friends they would like to invite.

I know there would be – inevitably – a lot of media attention, despite Angel's best efforts in keeping the family away from any unecessary attention. I think at this point there's rumors of one of the "toys" Angel rescued being actually a monster, so when Prototype shows up the only surprise is that the media rumors are indeed true. Everyone who was invited already knew he existed and were used to him by this point so it's all okay!

Speaking of people: Dogday and Catnap invite their neighbors and the parents of the kids they help babysit with the other Smiling Critters. Catnap also invites his friends from the church and the old ladies are SO excited about it (they helped him talk to Dogday before they started dating)! Plus there's also the entire family there.

Craftycorn helps Dogday make his and Catnap's wedding dresses. She's literally vibrating when Dogday asks her for help, she was BORN for this. They make a trillion designs and settling in on one takes months – yes even Catnap has trouble picking a design. Also yes, Catnap's dress is black, he's a goth king.

Mommy Long Legs helps with the decoration. Picky is the one who took care of all the flowers used and also helped with the food. Kickin is helping everyone out with their tasks, and helps the couple pick the music. Bubba and Poppy meanwhile are helping with overall organization, but he and Delight go overboard with helping MLL with the lights so Poppy ends up doing most of the organization work. Speaking of which!

Poppy is there 24/7 next to Catnap and Dogday, making sure all the preparing is more fun than tiring, and eventually she and Kissy help Picky with the flowers and Crafty with the outfits. She's the one that made Catnap and Dogday FINALLY settle on a dress choice. They're glad to have at least one person who can help them settle on a final choice.

When the wedding happens, it's even more chaotic than planned, but in a good way. Everyone is crying, the single reporter allowed to record anything is also crying because she also became a family friend as the years went on, etc etc.

Prototype is trying not to cry, cries anyways because he never thought the kids would ever be able to live this much, Angel is crying because it's their kids getting married and they look so happy. They both get drunk and Angel is recorded dancing on a table, Dogday is laughing so much he's crying.

Mommy Long Legs sings karaoke and her voice is surprisingly good. She, Crafty and Dogday are all singing together while Bunzo is playing a clarinet in the background, and then Catnap joins them and it becomes a whole musical.

What no one expects, however, is Hoppy showing a video showcasing the couple's journey, and the video has OOOOLD recordings of when everyone was back at Playtime Co. pre-HoJ. Prototype found the recordings and gave to her. There's also lots of family videos from the years since the rescue, all in chronological order, featuring plenty of shenanigans and funny moments as well. Catnap and Dogday keep the video after the event, of course.

I dont know who they would pick as best man/woman but I am 100÷ sure this led to an argument. Not between them but between the other toys, because for Catnap and Dogday all Smiling Critters + Delight, Poppy and MLL should be best men and women, but Poppy is like "nononono that's too much!", but in the end they're all picked to be that.

Things that also happened:

Mommy Long Legs and Bobby playfully fighting each other over the flower bouquet. MLL doesn't even plan on marrying, she just wants to show off, and Bobby joined her because she's just excited.

Angel ended up catching the bouquet by pure accident. They were just chilling on the sidelines and then BAM, bouquet on their face. Dogday pretended it wasn't intentional on his part.

The humans kids + the mini critters making a nice surprise for Dogday and Catnap by making nice little drawings and folding them in paper airplanes.

Kickin was completely oblivious to one of the family's human friends flirting with him and genuinely thought the lady was just being nice.

Huggy ended up trapping himself on a tree and Catnap had to rescue him.

Bunzo, who had just hit 21, drinking for the fist time and proudly proclaiming "EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU HYPED ME SO MUCH FOR THIS?", cue to Angel drinking their 5th glass of alcohol and Bunzo staring at them in dissapointment.

Catnap and Dogday dancing forró and piseiro.

Dogday, a bit drunk, starting to cry upon realizing that yes, he just got married.

Prototype and Dogday having to drag Angel to a quieter area because they drank too much.

The following day news showcasing that Dogday and Catnap had their wedding ceremony. Wish I could know what the internet would think about it but I'm 100% sure the fandom for the Smiling Critters cartoon show will never let anyone not know that in real life, DayNap exists.

I think way more shenanigans happened, but on the top of my head, these were the main ones!

[oskidontle]

A COLLECTION OF OVERLY DETAILED HEADCANONS ABOUT CRITTERS AS A SPECIES!

(Ahead is a wall of text! If you're prepared to read a bunch of non canon bullshit I made up to explain things that don't need explained you may proceed. If not, I would avoid clicking keep reading. Because I perhaps went a little overboard.)

General Lore:

Critters are a species of human originally created from U.S government funded human experimentation during WWII. Inspired by the extremes of the animal kingdom, the government hoped to make hyperdurable supersoldiers. Mostly unsuccessful, the main thing that sets critters apart from humans is appearance and wildly unstable genetics.

After years some of the subjects escaped and thanks to their various unusual methods of reproduction their population boomed fast enough that the world could hardly keep up. Generations later and critters are a widely abundant globally. Such abundance has allowed for them to integrate into society. However, not without difficulty. Food shortages in lower income states and social pushback has led many into bad living situations.

Physiology:

High genetic variation leads to a wide variety of critters, each with advantages and, more commonly, disadvantages.

For example; critters with proportionally larger eyes theoretically would have better eyesight. However, problems with eye dilation and distortion of eye shape leads them to more commonly have bad eyesight, or eyesight which easily wanes with age and sun damage. This is compounded with their general vulnerability to injury as they protrude due to their skulls barely keeping up.

Critters are prone to gene mutation. Two critter parents are likely to pass on faulty genes as the genetic makeup of reproductive cells often gets messed up. Upon inception these genes will mutate due to their faulty genetic code, sometimes leading to kids who looks drastically different than either parent. Even if this is not the case the faulty genes still create problems for the reproductive cells of the child as they grow, continuing to be changed and passed on.

Physical:

These mutations also lead to structural deformities. Strange growths and bone shapes aren't uncommon most commonly occurring on the skull, but can manifest as extra/less limbs unusual heights, strange spine deformations, fused/hyperflexible joints and bones presenting as cartilaginous or membranous.

Mutation of innards isn't all too uncommon either; ranging from lifelong organ issues, to benign growths of veins and nerves, to a unhealthy buildup/atrophy of fat and muscle.

Unfortunately all this genetic instability can lead to high rates of cancer, infertility, dementia, and mortality rates in infants

A few mutations are universal to most critters, most common is lack of visible nostrils and ears. Don't let appearances fool you however, they do still have functional noses and ears. Nostrils by default being closed shut by default can be opened and closed with adequate muscle control or significant air pressures. Ears meanwhile covered in a thin sensitive layer of skin allowing them to hear just as well, but with less directionality and mild trouble with environmental and internal pressure changes.

A critters epidermis has a wide variety of textures, colors, and hair lengths. Some of the texture of normal skin, some are velvety, some are fuzzy, some are scaly, some are smooth, some have hardened keratinous patches, and when exposed to cold enough climates for long periods of time, some can even develop a whole body coat of fur.

Phycological:

The high genetic variation also effects the brains of individuals. Critters are more likely to be diagnosed with mental disorders and learning disabilities of all sorts. They also tend to be highly emotional.

Interestingly as they develop their brains tend to latch on to specific emotions making them more likely to perform certain behaviors or feel a specific way. Individuals who ended up latching on to particularly negative emotions can lead rough lives as they find it difficult to feel any other way without active effort.

Despite this they aren't unable to feel other emotions if something to trigger another emotion occurs. In a sense the emotion they latch onto is more like a default then a solid state of mind.

Reproduction and development:

Critters can be seen with no reproductive organs, no visible reproductive organs, normal humanoid reproductive organs, both sexes of reproductive organs or reproductive organs not commonly found in mammals

Along with normal reproduction critters can reproduce with other means depending on the individual. This includes, but is not limited to: Parthenogenesis, external fertilization, vegetative propagation, budding and fragmentation. They can also have multiple ways to conceave and incubate the offspring. Live offspring, eggs and external fetuses, as seen in fragmentation and vegetative propagation are just some of the more common methods.

Development in critters is also highly varied depending on conception. While some are born through live birth. Some go through larval stages of sorts as they develop, some molt and spin cacoons as caterpillars would, some are closer to amphibians in that they smoothly develop as they grow, and some are raised in an almost plant-like fashion in which the fetus is placed in a sealed environment and fed nutritiants from external sources until they are developed enough to support themselves. On the whole a critter usually fully finishes their development by their early 20s

Many critters can reproduce multiple ways at the same time, leading to extremely high birthrates particularly with individuals who spawn externally. Despite high mortality rates the access to modern medical practices/technologies leads to higher survival rates than normal, offsetting the losses enough to where critters are still in the process of exponentially exploding in population.

SOCIOLOGY:

Critter populations are most dense on the North American continent where in the largest cities they can match human populations 1:1. Outside of North America, critters can also be found in relative abundance in other countries where they are better tolerated.

Due to a large chunk of their population having a rapid reproductive rate, It's speculated they will continue exponentially increasing their population until they will overtake human populations worldwide within a couple of centuries. That is assuming social pushback, laws, or lack of resources won't get involved.

Their sudden boom in population on a societal scale while surprisingly well accepted in their country of origin, worldwide they are less integrated into society and less accepted.

Those on the North American continent, particularly the U.S, are treated as any other person particularly by those in higher density areas who have lived with them longer. Classified as legal citizens they are entitled to the given benefits and privileges this brings. This is not without flaw however. Prejudice still exists, biases and income inequality are sadly common.

Interestingly due to a lack of visible sexual organs on some, it has become socially acceptable for said critters to wear minimal clothes. It is still preferable to wear at least some article of clothing, so most of the time you will see these individuals wearing an accessory or just a shirt/pants

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best friends with barou hcs

barou + gn!reader

wanted a continuation for the first bsf barou post i made but lordddd i went so overboard but also idc i just love that silly man so much anyways enjoy!

after a few weeks or so of him unwillingly letting you follow him hanging out together, you started to shamelessly call him your best friend and he immediately shuts it down every time, more so in front of other people

until one very fateful day when he was talking about you, the words “best friend” unconsciously slipped out of his mouth(probably for the first time in his life) before he can catch them and you were close enough to hear it all

you were elated (eyes sparkling and everything) when you heard him say it and definitely couldn’t take it back now. if only you recorded it because you’re definitely not hearing that again for a whileee

now that he could no longer deny that he sees you as a friend, he reluctantly becomes more lenient to you hanging out with him and even agrees to random plans you make as long as they’re not in the way of his schedule

you love i mean loveee to mess around with him. i mean look at the dude. who wouldn’t want to push his buttons just to see what triggers him. he can’t even stay mad at you about it for long

that doesn’t mean he can’t get back at you. if he finds something to tease you about, he will do it endlessly. especially if you’re shorter than him, even by just a mere inch, he’ll still call you names like short stack

if you’re confronting someone that’s been messing with you and he notices, he’s for sure stepping in. his daunting presence is enough to make the jerk step away. if they still insist on fighting with you then he’s not afraid of taking this a step further to scare them off

even if you wanna fight back, he physically has to pull you away from the conflict to prevent you from getting in trouble. you resist while cursing out and flipping the person off as barou literally drags you away by the arm

on the other end of the spectrum if he notices someone taking advantage of your kindness, then my guy is definitely not letting that shit slide. if there’s someone constantly asking to borrow things from you, like money and never pays you back, once they leave he’s definitely walking up to you to say, “what the fuck? that dude totally just swindled you. are you really gonna let him do that to you?”

after that he immediately approaches that person and has a stern little talk with them. rest assured, your money is promptly paid back and they won’t take advantage of you ever again

the first time he stays over at your house, he’s immediately uneasy from how messy/cluttered it is so he just starts cleaning up and organizing anything that’s out of place while grumbling about how messy you are

at first you resist but eventually let him since there’s no stopping him. once he’s starts there’s no going back.

if you have a collection of anime figures or plushies that got disorganized, watching him meticulously arrange them is such an amazing sight. just don’t point it out to him to keep his pride is safe

the night after he sleeps over and you see his hair down, you start begging him needlessly to let you do his hair despite him refusing every time. fortunately he does eventually give in and lets you do it

you excitedly get up and got everything ready, making him sit in a chair right in front of you as you scoop huge chunks of hair gel and rub it in your hands.

you know that sound that the adults in the peanuts show make when they talk? that’s exactly what he hears as you ramble about god knows what while combing your gel covered fingers up his hair.

you can definitely assume he’s a decent listener from the way he occasionally nods and asks, “and then what happened” even though he only really listened to half of what you just said

when he leaves for blue lock, you definitely miss him a lot and (un)surprisingly he misses you too, though once again he would never admit it to your face. even though he’s perfect for the cutthroat environment, he still misses your unbearably radiant energy

once he returns from blue lock for his break, you immediately bombard him with compliments about his u-20 plays and thousands of questions about blue lock. you then beg him excessively to introduce you to his teammates to which he stubbornly refused.

but it’s not like he’s doing it to be mean, he just doesn’t want his teammates to know that it’s possible for a guy like him to have such a soft spot for another person.

to make it up to you, he promises to hang out with you for most of his break

once the two weeks are up and he has to go back, you beg him to not go with tears in your eyes. you even suggested that he could sneak you into blue lock somehow

once the whole bltv shit is revealed, you get to proudly flex to literally everyone about how your best friend is one of the best blue lock players

a.n.: when i was making that first bestie barou post, i actually got curious and wondered how he did his hair. so i looked up a tutorial and found this one and thought it was sick as fuck so i wanted to incorporate it in somehow

[soulfulazrael]

Who am I and what I write. The tale of a weird as all Hell fanfic I put too much time into about an odd ship.

So... If anyone here cares I am a Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss fanfic writer (and I am 23/24 year old. Depressing isn't it?). Although I can't exactly call myself the biggest fan anymore. I do love the potential those series have and the ideas in them, but I am not a nut over the execution. In fact I say it is pretty bad in many respects and I think Viv and her writing team do not utilize the full potential of what they have on their hands.

What I want to do is well... Do something I would prefer this world they created to be. So I make several odd as hell Fics. Or at least one now. As you can see from the image about Stella and Moxxie (art btw is made by talented @Caffe1neW1tch on twitter). Now I know, I KNOW how she is in the show... I can explain my case. I do change her character quite significantly from what she is in canon show (as I do so with MANY other things). To something I would prefer her to be. Something while still deeply flawed being more dignified than what she is in Helluva Boss season 2 as I think the direction they took her character was severely disappointing. I can't say they retconned her, but I have to say they went overboard with the direction she was taken. Way too far into just pure Hate Sink. Something I would prefer if it wasn't done at all with a character tied to such a potentially interesting conflict.

Not to mention the direction Vivienne took the world of Hell and it's characters... I must say. I do not enjoy how easy it is to say who is good and bad in both of her shows and how similar Hell is to Earth. It honestly robs the setting of it's potential as it is perfect place to explore some deeply disturbing characters with interesting alien mindsets and their own unique conflicts as it is hard to grasp who are you supposed to root for in the end. But both Hazbin and Helluva greatly miss the mark on that front as every character is either without a shadow of a doubt a good guy (that at most cries, swears and likes to tell sex jokes because I guess that's enough to say character has depth these days) or are so cartoonishly evil and stupid they make Team Rocket look competent and make Micah from RDR2 and Erebus from 40k say "THAT'S NOT SUBTLE ENOUGH!". Not to mention how similar so many of her characters are and how limited their interactions are, the treatment of Heaven, the confusing character arcs... You know what. Issues with both Hazbin and Helluva are too many to count, too many for this post, but I also say they are not TERRIBLE shows, they are just shows that disappoint me at every step for the last few years.

And now I get to the crux of this elongated point. Again. I'm writing fics and one of them is Song for the Quiet Bird. A fic I say is best to read on a site AO3 (but it is also on Fanfic site if it's up to your speed) where I try to explore hell in more meaningful ways and make their culture more unique while telling a story of a very strange ship which is Stella and Moxxie. And do not worry, I am not going on any "Millie is dead" kind of cop out. I am into doing things in an easy way. And here is the link to it:

I also make another fic called Torments of Sinners and Imps which you may find on my profile as well which delves more into Angel and Moxxie, but that one for now is on a break. In a way Song is too, but I do hope I'll post a chapter for that one soon (personal issues and family issues).

Alright, if anyone is interested or sees this post I hope that you will enjoy my take on this series. Will post something more here? I dunno. Maybe? But anyway I just want more people to see it and maybe give their opinion on it which is what I always want to hear.

And I may post more things about what I do not enjoy in those shows and how I think they could be fixed. Talking about several things in both shows that irk me the wrong way.

Also given how deeply I go into the worldbuilding in my fics I may also post some stuff about how I made some things work there and things about culture of Hell I came up with and mythology there... Or maybe just talk about some philosophical mumbo jumbo that I sometimes think of. But whether or not I do it, especially consistently will be another story. If anyone sees this, thanks for sticking around. If anyone is interested in my works or opinions share your thoughts. If anyone hates my guts for the things I write about and my opinions of these series... Can't say I am surprised some people do hate those. You are free to share your discontent too. I welcome all voices. At least until they make my head hurt, then I just take a nap.

Anyway. I rambled for long enough. Again check out the fic if you are interested. Wont force you. If you do so leave a comment which is the most important thing for me when I write something. Hearing what people like and don't like. Have a good one and I hope you enjoy yourself. If not with my story then in your life whoever you are (as long as you are not a total POS).

[wingedcupcaketimemachine]

hello👋😊 can i ask you for a rottmnt headcanon of leo and donnie with a female partner who keeps her organs in vases like cleo de nile from g3 and has to keep them close to her to keep her body stable.

sorry if it sounds weird :<

Donnie and Leo x Undead!Fem!Reader Headcanons

Pairing: Rise!Donnie x Fem!Reader, Rise!Leo x Fem!Reader

Summary: How Donnie and Leo would react to their Fem!S/O keeping their organs in a jar

Warnings: Mentions of death, possible gore? mentions of organs

Type: Romantic ❤️

A/N: While this is technically a female reader, it can also be read as a gender neutral reader. I also went a little overboard with Leo, and I gave the reader a bit of backstory to go along with the headcanons. Hope you enjoy <3

Headcanons start below cut

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Rise!Donnie x Reader

Donnie is very fascinated by you!

He finds it very interesting how you can survive without you organs inside of your body, and will run dozens of experiments on you (with your permission ... mostly)

However, he prefers that you keep them in the jars since he can become easily grossed out

Donnie can be very attentive when he wants to be, and is always very hyper aware of your health and bodily stability at all times

He'd make sure that you're never too far away from your organs because your wellbeing is very important to him :)

He'd likely create some sort of deceive that allows for your organs to be near you at all times so your body remains stables

He would also have alerts set up on his phone so that he would be notified every time you body starts to become unstable

If you ever get too far away from your organs, he would notice right away and get you back to them as quickly as possible

You're more than likely some type of mummy yokai, so the two of you would probably spend a lot of time in the hidden city

Since you're an undead, you don't have the disadvantages of human mortality

This makes you a lot more durable than a normal human, so you often go on missions with the boys to protect the city

Even though Donnie can get a bit grossed out at times, he's more so interested in learning about you and how you work

Rise!Leo x Reader

Takes place mostly during season 1 episode 7

Like a traditional mummy, you were originally human

You met the turtles through your childhood best friend, and quickly became close friends with the boys (especially Leo)

After a few months of hanging out with the boys, you often felt useless and left out when the turtles and April would head out on missions

Once you started dating, Leo was adamant that you stayed in the lair with Splinter so you wouldn't get hurt

However, you were confident abilities (you had been training with the boys for the past few months) and were sure you could help, regardless of what Leo thought

On their latest mission, the boys planned on eliminating the rest of the oozesquitos plaguing New York

After the boys left the lair, you distracted Splinter with his favorite television show and sneak out after them

Once you snuck out of the lair, you were able to use the tracking app that Donnie had installed in your phone in order to track them down at some hotel in the middle of the city

Once you got there, you caught up to them inside of Big Mama's office

"What are you doing here (Y/N)? I told you to stay home with Splinter. This place is way to dangerous!" Leo asked urgently

Before you could explain yourself to your boyfriend, Big Mama had quickly captured all five of you in her webs, and you ended up being tied together with Leo

After Baron Draxum had arrived and stolen back his oozesquitos, you and the boys were able to free yourselves from Big Mama's webs using the spikes on Raph's shell

After their escape, Leo used his mystic swords to create a portal to the roof to confront Draxum

As Leo and Raph jump through the portal, you quickly follow after them to support them in their fight with Draxum

As the three of you were on the roof with Draxum, you quickly started passing the jar of oozesquitos to one another in an attempt to avoid Draxum's mystic vines

However, you were quickly at a stalemate as you and Raph had the oozesquitos, while Draxum had Leo in his grasp, hanging over the edge of the building

"Let my boyfriend go!" you yelled at Draxum, getting into a defensive stance

Even though you weren't the strongest fighter, you couldn't just stand there and watch when Leo's life was on the line

After Draxum dropped Leo, you could only watch helplessly as Raph activated his mystic powers and dove after him

Now, you were stuck on the roof with Draxum by yourself

Draxum easily overpowered you, and quickly captured the jar of oozesquitos with his vines

When he was finally back in control of the oozesquitos, Draxum ordered them to fly out to the city and mutate the humes, the closest one to them being you

As you were bitten by the oozesquito, you felt your body begin to change

You suddenly felt very hollow inside, like something was missing from your body

Several bandages also appeared along your body, covering large sections of your skin

Along with your mutation, several small jars appeared

Upon inspection, you realized that your organs had been stored inside of them

Weeks after the incident occurs, you became more adjusted with your new form

Donnie had run countless experiments on you since your mutation, and he quickly discovered that you must stay close to your organs at all time, or else your body would become highly unstable

As the family medic, Leo is very vigilant about the location of your organs

He had panicked several times when you passed out after accidentally being too far away from your heart

Due to being permanently undead, you no longer had to worry about human mortality

After you became more comfortable with your new body, Leo was more agreeable to your instance on coming on missions with him and his brothers, although he was still very overprotective of you

Whether you're hanging out together in the lair, or out on a mission, he always makes sure that you're never to far away from your organs

Your safety is always his number one priority

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

I've been wondering for a while, would Stain approve of Aizawa's expulsion method? I mean Stain wants heroes that are what he dems worthy, so a hero teacher that tries to weed out bad students might be good for him.

I think Stain would. He would be all over it, saying that of course it makes sense to expel the bad for the better. He'd have something to say about scare tactics, but given his fanatical nature I wouldn't put it past him to be all for this. Though this does make me think on the hero courses and expulsions in general...

While I don't like Aizawa's methods, I personally believe that it's actually really common to expel students in hero courses. Mostly because I think that a lot of people who do go into heroics want to do it for various reasons and some are bad. Such as being able to hurt people with their Quirks. Sadism is a reason many join careers like the police force or the military.

As well though, I have a criminal justice degree and one thing we were told early on was that sometimes gangs or criminals will send members to learn skills from cops to work around them. I wouldn't put it past villains to do something similar in the MHA world, or try to get moles into high positions of power. I have always disliked the idea villain groups aren't common. As well as I never liked the idea the Yakuza or similar organizations are no longer an issue. It doesn't make sense with how humanity works! It's more likely it's bullshit propoganda put forward to make heroes look better.

There's also the fact that people wash out of basic training or the police academy all the time. It's common, and I think that the students who failed are shuffled along into the general studies course, which is why I proposed that 1C is full of 'waitlisted' kids who wanted to go into heroics but missed the mark in a recent fic. These kids are moved up later on. This would be an expulsion for the hero student.

So, I think that expelling students happens every year, it's just Aizawa went way overboard with his antics which causes a problem. I also think no one talks about it for various reasons, in particular because of the bad image it creates. "UA expelled half it's hero course cause they let in a bunch of bad students" looks bad.

(Also this just makes me want to write lore and world building cause Hori... you really could have had fun with this)

[lionesskate]

I haven't shared an Exalted story here in a while, but I had a particularly smooth session recently and wanted to talk about it.

While traveling on a merchant boat from Tern to Champoor, my player characters were abruptly awoken in the dead of night by a commotion. The source of the disturbance was a strange, hauntingly beautiful flower, painted in silver and crystal, adorning the wall of the hallway. Some of the greatest minds in Creation quickly ruled out any connections to the underworld, the criminal syndicates, or Malfeas. Amid the tension, out-of-character jokes circulated about them potentially confronting the elusive street artist, Banksy.

The atmosphere turned deadly serious when the Zenith leaned in for a closer inspection. As she examined the intricate design, the flower began to siphon her essence. They went onto discover, to their collective horror, that the flower was once a person's body. Its core elements had been grotesquely separated and artfully rearranged: the silver paint was derived from calcium in its bones, and the crystals were formed from carbon.

The true terror lay in the revelation that the flower's creator, and the person's murderer, was still present. Unseen by the naked eye, these killers were a form of fae known as the Tiny Folk—wyld-based microorganisms with a deep-seated animosity towards anything larger than themselves, viewing them as tyrants. Their nature revealed both good news and bad news: the good news was that the Tiny Folk were relatively short-lived and would cease to be a threat once they could no longer agree on anything (afterall, any long-lasting consensus that would let them function like a single organism is tyranny to them). The downside, however, was that they were extremely difficult to kill, and any clumsy attempt to scrub them from the wall might inadvertently spread them throughout the ship.

There was one final, relatively minor complication but one that influenced the way the rest of this encounter went. If the Tiny Folk tried to siphon essence from an Exalt, it could result in a noticeable glow, potentially putting them on someone's radar for the duration of their time in the Dreaming Sea if one of the Solar Exalted attempted this. Fortunately, the Fire Aspect, best known for her sorcery, was also incredibly quick on her feet. Once the flower was cut from the wall, she raced down the hallway and deck (which were being kept clear by the alerted crew) before hurling it overboard. Though not before delivering a speech to the fae, declaring that their name was fitting because their ideology was small-minded, driven only by a desire to destroy what was different from them. In their final, lonely days floating on the ocean, the Tiny Folk reflected on these words, constructing tiny sculptures from sea salt before entropy finally claimed them.

There's now the question of how the Tiny Folk got onboard the ship and whose body was turned into the flower.

It was fun to menace a group of Exalts with something so innocuous as an unexplained piece of artwork and to finally use the ridiculous Tiny Folk concept that's been rattling around in my brain for a while.

[fernclans]

How do you organize your notes for this? I'd like to start my own clangen challenge but I find myself recording way too much (to the point that I lose interest because too many notes). Any advice for keeping thorough notes without going overboard?

OH GOD NO I FEEL THAT. with the start of buddingclan, i used a google doc and tried to only record the main events of what happened to allow myself the space to make up my own stuff also -- screenshots and further ramble under the cut!!

cypressclan i started recording in discord with screenshots to maybe include in posts? but i haven't progressed in buddingclan since i started recording like this and i'm unsure if i'll adapt it!

aaaaaaand then i have clans that i went maybe too overboard with and started recording EVERY status. every single one.

as much as i'd. love to go so in-depth like this, i worry the information overload will cause me to never do anything with these files beyond Document Them like i'm magnus archives the eye or something haha

I WILL SAY i DO have an option for organizing recordings like this!

this is honestly helpful with any clangen playthough -- but a doc dedicated to little bios for each proper character, including their description, personality/traits, and sprites! if they're still growing, i like to keep records of all of their past traits this way also

but for each of these, i include what happens to them each moon that i feel was important to mention + every year i include an update to their relationships!

hope this helps!!

[golby-moon]

unfortunately did a thing for my latest disaster fic. this one is a 'The Polar Express' au...for some reason. for some equally bizarre reason, I did dark purple lines instead of pure black like I usually do and idk maybe I had a reason for that before but I honestly can't remember. knowing me it probably stemmed from laziness though so maybe I just had the color picked for coloring something and was too lazy to change it

this is probably my least favorite thing that I've drawn in quite a while. I just really don't like drawing characters as like a cast line-up because they never seem to look right and this really does show it. they look so awkward and I hate their poses and ashjdakd. also I went way overboard trying out Flipaclip's new perspective tool (the thing that let me make the date and title so stretched and flat) I think oops

(I do like how Cas came out though to a degree)

I do not know how curtains work. or shading but let's like ignore that please. Dean's clothes are supposed to be cowboy pajamas (with cacti and little horses on them) and something like his dead guy robe from the show. Cas' is just the trench coat lol. I think I seriously messed up the angles for the seats there but idk how there should look so I'm ignoring that ig

I'm seriously so bad at drawing people sitting down it's not even funny. I changed the fic so that Charlie would be in a nightgown specifically because I just cannot draw legs (evident by Dean's amazing pose there). then you get Gabriel and I just really dislike his pose and everything it stands for. the sizing is so off it make my head wanna explode

on a more positive note, I don't hate their poses like outside of the legs. I like how Cas resting on Dean's shoulder came out and Charlie's pose isn't atrocious ig though that hand is kinda funky. this is like my second ever time drawing bare feet so if they look weird, that's why uh. and yeah, the colors of the train are intentionally eye-searing in a horrible mix between the train's colors from the movie and Gabriel's intentions of making kids' eyes bleed

made this for my own fic "Sidetracked" (still hate that name but it's hard to come up with good titles when there are so many train puns to choose from ;/)

(12/22/23)