#i like looser trousers but THAT loose?

[ollierachnid]

Man FORCED to draw 70s lapels for spooky scary dead dad

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod - When They See You Wearing Their Shirt

Requested: No

Warnings: ✨Spice✨, Somnophilia

A/N: This came to me in a dream

Keegan

It’s the middle of the night and Keegan is just coming home from a long mission when he finds you curled up in bed, wearing one of his bigger and looser shirts, looking all cuddly and peaceful. But unfortunately for you, the mere sight of you like this is turning Keegan on, and he’s never been a patient man when it comes to you. Instantly his bags are dropped onto the floor, his clothes following soon after, barely taking the time to prep you with a bit of lube and some quick fingering before he’s curling himself around you from behind, pulling your ass back to slot against his hips, then sliding his thick cock into you in one go.

Even when you startle awake, a cry on your lips, instantly struggling and pushing at him in your sleepy haze, he doesn’t stop. Just coos to you as he wraps his arms tight around your waist, keeping you close while he rocks up into you. “Sorry, Sweetheart. Didn’t mean to wake ya.” He’ll tell you so sweetly, a complete lie. But hey! Since you’re awake now, why not just let him finish what he started? Then you can go back to sleep. Maybe. (You will not be going back to sleep anytime soon)

Krueger

Krueger is coming home early from a mission when he finds you laying on the couch in nothing but one of his loose shirts, with your hand between your legs, your eyes wide at his sudden and unexpected arrival. Krueger, ever a god at self control, simply dropped his bags by the door before shutting and locking it behind him. His steps carefully measured as he walks towards you, eyes boring into you through his scrim net. You only realize how in trouble you are when he kneels beside you instead of climbing on top of you like he usually does when he comes home.

“Go on, Täubchen.” He tells you, voice neutral but edged with a softness he reserves only for you. “Show me how you pleasure yourself with these pretty fingers while I���m gone. So desperate for it that you just can’t wait til I get home.” He says, already fishing his cock out of his pants, stroking it slow and steady, shifting back when you reach out to touch him. “No, Täubchen. Not for you.” He chuckles, his free hand stroking your cheek. “Show me how you make yourself cum while I’m gone, then we’ll see.”

König

König was just coming home from a week in Austria to visit his grandmother, and he was just so excited to be back and to see his beloved. And when his eyes landed on you he actually didn’t even notice what you were wearing at first, just immediately wrapping his arms around you and planting warm kisses all over your face, squeezing you tight.

“I missed you, Majestät.” He says, resting his head in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. It wasn’t for another moment or two that he finally noticed your choice of clothing, his eyes wide as he blinks at you. It would be a lie to say he didn’t like it. He loved it in fact. And maybe he had just been away from you for too long but he couldn’t help the fact that he was already tenting his trousers as he backed you up against the kitchen counter, sighing happily when he didn’t see any underwear underneath.

[azrielsdove]

Requesting rhys x reader

reader has an eating disorder that rhys thought she was passed it. She tries to hide little things from him like wearing baggier clothes cause she’s losing weight. Once he has suspicions he starts making her meals but she just says she isn’t hungry or she already ate but he keeps pushing her to eat so she does. But he catches her in the bathroom throwing up after. He’s really angry at first but then just wants to help her stop so he peels food labels off everything, never leaves her alone, she can’t go to the bathroom by herself. He gets rid of scales and mirrors. Idk I’m just really feeling a super over protective /controlling rhys rn

Okay, this is not exactly what you asked for, but I really struggled to get too dark with it. I have definitely had this feeling before, and I couldn’t bring myself to write it as serious! I still wanted to do your request, knowing that sometimes it helps to see struggles like this in stories, and see them overcome it. I hope you still enjoy this, it is a little short but sweet I think. Please let me know!!

***

Beautiful Girl

Warnings: Negative body image

***

You looked over yourself in the mirror, admiring the way the dress fell on your body. It was tight, sheer, and sexy. You knew you looked good, having fought hard to get to this level of acceptance. You turned to the side, tracing your hands down the material. You were truly beautiful.

Cassian walked into the living room where you were still standing in front of the mirror. He whistled, the sound causing you to turn your head sharply. You smiled, spinning slowly for him. “Damn girl! You look hot.” You laughed, throwing your head back.

“Don’t let Rhys hear those sort of words come out of your mouth.” You chided, a smile on your lips. Cassian’s eyes looked affectionally over you, ever the flirt. His stare caught on the sheer paneling over your stomach, a teasing smile on his face.

“Guess I will need to up your training, get some abs on that body of yours!” He laughed, turning to sit on the couch to wait for the others.

You stilled.

You knew the words were a joke, hardly even anything negative. The small, terrible part of your mind suddenly started up, picking out all your imperfections as you looked on the mirror. You felt self conscious in this dress now, an embarrassment to Rhys. You had halfway decided to go change when he appeared in the room, walking over to you.

“My beautiful, perfect love. You look ravishing.” He sent a wicked smile your way, pressing a kiss to your lips. You couldn’t help but think about his hands on you waist, on how your body must feel under them. He noticed your hesitation, eyes catching yours. “You okay?” He asked quietly, worry filling his face. You forced a smile on your face and kissed him again.

“Never better.”

***

It had been a few days since Cassian made that comment and you were falling deeper into your mind. You would stand in front of the mirror before your baths, nitpicking every part of your body. You stopped wearing your normal tight revealing clothes, instead opting for loose and big. You even sized up in your fighting leather for training, allowing the looser form to hide your body.

Rhys noticed, of course.

He didn’t understand what had caused you to start to fall down this path again, when you had been doing so well. You hadn’t had any issues in years. He didn’t want to ask, knowing it would send you into a further spiral if he brought it up.

Instead, he took it upon himself to rid the house of anything that would hurt you. You woke up one morning to find all the mirrors were gone, Rhys acting like they had never existed. You found one of his shirts and a pair of loose trousers left out for you, slightly better than what you had been wearing. When you went to find Rhys in the kitchen, you found him with two plates of food for the both of you. He started making all your meals, showering you in compliments, leaving comfortable clothes out for you.

You finally broke at breakfast a few days later, overwhelmed with his actions. “Why have you been doing this?” You demanded, arms crossed in front of you. Rhys paused for a second, looking up at you.

“Doing what?” He asked, feigning innocence. You rolled your eyes and let out a long sigh.

“Rhysand,” you began, “the mirrors are gone. You’re making my meals, picking out my clothes. Why?”

There was a long pause.

“I noticed. How you were looking at yourself. Sizing up your clothing. I saw you in here sitting in front of a plate of barely anything, hardly touching it.” He stood, coming over to you. “This is not the first time i’ve seen this in you,” he spoke softly, “I know the signs.”

You remained silent, face flushed with embarrassment. He had caught you so easily, so quickly. “I- It just got bad again.” You whispered, looking down at the ground. Rhys cupped your face in his hands, bringing you back up to look at him.

“I know,” he said, “It isn’t always going to be easy. Lucky for you, I will be by your side to help you through.” He gave you a cocky smile, drawing a laugh from you. You leaned up and kissed him, love flowing through your body.

“Thank you, Rhys. For always protecting me, even from myself.” You noticed a faint blush on his neck at your words, smiling to yourself. Even after all these years, your words still affected him like that. He pulled you into a tight hug, holding you close.

“Can I ask what spurred this? To try to prevent it from happening again?” He asked, pulling away to look at your face. You debated not telling him, knowing Cassian would surely suffer. Unfortunately for him, you could never hide anything from the High Lord, your love.

“Cass made a comment the night we went to dinner, about ‘putting some abs on’. It wasn’t even an insult, just a joking tease about training. It hit me wrong I guess, sending my mind back into that dark hole.” Rhys’ eyes flashed with anger at your words, his arms holding onto you tighter. “He didn’t mean anything by it!” You assured, not wanting him to unleash his full wrath onto the General.

“I’m sure he didn’t,” Rhys said coolly, “but he needs to learn to be more careful with his words.”

***

You didn’t know what Rhys had said or done to Cassian, but the next day he was on his knees in front of you, dramatically begging your forgiveness and showering you in apologies. You laughed at him, pulling him up to his feet. “No hard feelings, Cass.” You assured, giving him a hug. “But maybe think before you speak next time.”

For the weeks after, Rhys continued to make your meals and lay out your clothes. His outfits slowly got tighter and more revealing, allowing you the time to sink back into your skin. He showered you with plenty of compliments in every one, making sure you smiled everyday. He assisted you in training, helping you get back to strengthening your body, not harming it. You began to feel confident again, even admiring yourself in the reflection of the window one night. Rhys had caught you standing there, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Beautiful girl,” he murmured, kissing your neck softly. You leaned into his touch and looked at the image of the two of you, the power and love you exuded.

You were strong, powerful, and beautiful. Rhys had only pushed you to see that truth once again. You were the one that allowed his love to push down the darkness, instead of letting it swallow you up like it had before.

***

[clown-paws]

> she was a princess once.... anyways ive been meaning to do a sketch of nastya in a corset ever since seeing like, a really old photoshoot of some of the crew. she's everything to me <3

> ID below and in alt text -

[Image Description: Three uncoloured pencil sketches of Nastya Rasputina from The Mechanisms. She has light skin, with straight, chest length hair that is shaded dark at the top and lighter at the bottom. She is wearing a collared shirt and rectangular glasses in all images.

Image 1: A front facing sketch of Nastya, cut off in the middle of her skirt. She is standing straight, her left hand is on her chest, fingers slightly obscured by her hair and fingernailspainted black. Her other arm is by her side. She is wearing a light corset that covers her torso, with clips running down the center and two vertical lines on each side. Her shirt is unbuttoned at the top, and has looser sleeves. She has a long, plain skirt on with pockets. The skirt is hiding the hand by her side. She has a thin black choker, a ring on her pinky, and hair clips on each side of her head. She is looking down, calmly. To the right, some of Image 2 is visible.

Image 2: A full-body sketch of Nastya, from behind her. Her hair is moved over her right shoulder to show the back of her corset. It is cross tied with cables at the back, in a loose bow. She is now wearing baggy trousers, with pockets in the back, tucked into army boots. Her hands are in her front trouser pockets. Beside her is the text "Tied [with] Aurora's spare cables." With and arrow pointing to the cables. To the left, some of Image 1 is visible.

Image 3: A poorly drawn bust doodle of Nastya and Ashes. On the left, Nastya is looking up and crying dramatically, mouth open. One of her hands is visible, palm up. Around her is the text "I told her to fuck off and she fucked off [exclamation point]." She is referring to Aurora. Beside her, to the right, is Ashes. The side of their head is shaved, the rest of their hair straight and messy. They are wearing a collared shirt and waistcoat. One arm is visible and their hand is resting on Nastya’s shoulder, comforting her. They have a sympathetic look on their face.

End ID.]

[cr-noble-writes]

Title: Argonauts Series: Odyssey Fandom: Mass Effect Rating: Explicit Characters: Alex Shepard, ME1 Ensemble, Aria T'Loak, Minah Atruzea Relationships: mShenko Tags: ME1 timeline, minor character death, canon typical violence, nightmares, male Shepard, Sole Survivor Shepard, custom background, paragade Shepard

Summary: Alex Shepard, his crew, and the quest to find Saren Arterius.

Chapter Summary: Alex has an interesting informant, Garrus really doesn't like pigeons, and Tali is a badass.

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Excerpt:

“So, what exactly are we doing here, sir?” Williams asks, drawing Kaidan’s attention away from the panorama of viewports.

Shepard carries himself differently out of uniform. He moves more casually, his shoulders looser and his steps slower. His usual impassive expression remains, but it’s different in a way Kaidan can’t quite put a finger on. Even the way his clothes—a loose, lavender linen shirt and gray linen trousers—hang on his frame make him seem less imposing.

“Digging,” he replies, turning toward Williams with a sigh. His eyes sweep across her and Kaidan, and his nose wrinkles slightly. “Any chance you two could stop looking like off-duty Marines for five minutes?”

Kaidan raises an eyebrow. He’s about as casual as he can get in jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers that have definitely seen better days. Williams is similarly dressed, though her clothes are brand new. “We are off-duty Marines.”

Williams snorts and crosses her arms over her chest. “What exactly is wrong with the way I look?”

“You look like authority,” Shepard says. “Authority will scare off the best source of information we’ve got.”

Kaidan glances over at Williams, and she shrugs. “Okay, how do you suggest we look less ‘like authority’?”

“Loosen up, maybe slouch a little. Stop scanning the room like you’re looking for threats.” Shepard pauses, fingers tapping lightly against his thigh. “Maybe try untucking your t-shirt, Alenko. Resist the urge to stop them from picking pockets. Do not, under any circumstances, call me sir.”

“Whatever you say, sir,” Williams snarks, earning an impressive glare from Shepard. She rolls her shoulders and relaxes her posture somewhat, but she can’t seem to keep her eyes from darting around the Concourse.

Kaidan follows suit, untucking his shirt and shoving his hands in his pockets. He takes a deep breath and lets his shoulders drop. “Lead the way, Shepard.”

He gives them another once over and nods. “Could use some work, but that’s definitely better.”

Shepard turns on his heel and heads for the nearest staircase. Kaidan trails a little behind next to Williams. He turns to her and says, “Who do you think his source is?”

“Hell if I know, LT,” she whispers. “You’ve known him longer than I have.”

Kaidan laughs quietly. “Only by a few days. I know as much about him as you do.”

“Guess we’re learning together, then.” Williams grins. “You still look like an off-duty Marine to me.”

“At least I look like I’m off duty.”

[tashacee]

So, I was just thinking about your masked wild fic (can't remember the actual name sorry) and I was wondering, are there changes to his outfits besides the headpieces turning into masks? Mainly more revealing/tighter ones like the Gerudo and climbing outfits, since you wrote that he wears loose clothing to hide the missing chunks

OOOOH YES

This turned out LONG so it's below the cut

Yes some of them are different. Let's see

Stealth Outfit: rather than being skintight, the people at Enchanted made him a custom hakama that he can move around in silently. His mask also covers his whole face.

Flamebreaker Set: no change, except he probably puts a mesh across the grille over the face

Zora Set: the mask covers his whole face but otherwise there's not much of a change. He has a lot of feelings about the armour Mipha made. It's sturdy enough that it makes it look like his body is the same shape it was before the calamity, but that's disconcerting for him and still feels pretty revealing. Sidon has since commissioned a long cloak/robe for him to wear over it, that helps, but it's still uncomfortable.

Snowquill Set: It's quite padded and puffy, so although it has that corsetted appearence at the waist, it really isn't much of a reflection of his body shape. Also he has a feather lined cape that comes down to his knees to keep him extra warm and also cover himself. Teba had it made for him and thinks it makes him look like a little chick.

Hylian Set: Basically the same, except he bought it deliberately a size too large. It's pretty loose and comfy, but when his scars are hurting it itches them too much to be comfortable and feels tight anyway.

Gerudo Set: He has a collection of GORGEOUS flowing abayas and several matching veils. A bit around his eyes are visible and sometimes the veil shifts a bit wider showing a few thick scars around his eyes and forehead, but the gerudo are super affirming about it.

Climbing Set: the trousers are ankle length, slightly looser. kinda like narrow gym pants. The vest has longer sleeves too.

Desert Voe Set: the same, except he wears it with boots and a loose shirt underneath

Soldiers Set: no change

Barbarian Set: no change, and he wishes he had the courage to wear it.

Rubber Set: no change and he will never wear it

Radient Set: no change and he has never worn it

Ancient Set: not much change; it's quite bulky and sturdy so it doesn't show much. it probably has a bit more structure around the waist

Dark Set: it's the same and is creepy. He hasn't worn it because he doesn't want to know what will happen if he puts the face on top of his own face. Kinda creepy.

Hero Of The Wild Set: the monks made it with all of Wild's preferences in mind. It's still tailored to fit him but sits loosely enough that he's comfortable even though it's not overly baggy. Instead of shorts he has long trousers and boots. There's a matching mask the colour of pine trees, decorated with delicate, barely visible designs of oak leaves and acorns around the edges. He left it with Zelda because it felt too precious to wear.

Royal Guard's Set: it's the same, and weirdly it's exactly his preferred cut. Unfortunately, it also freaks him out because that was HIM. IN THE BEFORE TIMES. So while he looks super dashing in it, he doesn't wear it.

BONUS

Champion's Tunic he wears this most of the time. It's pretty loose on him anyway and he doesn't wear a belt on it. He also wears a very loose shirt underneath

Lightning Helm he wears it over another mask

He does have it with him though 👀

Any other outfits? Either from the game or that you think he'd get? Let me know!

[butchesanddykesandqueersohmy]

Any advice would be appreciated !

I am FtM and the FtM guy I’m seeing seems to know what he’s doing a lot more than I do (Im clueless) we have only made out as of rn. He grinds his knee into me just right.. he’s been a little off before but asks to make sure and then he gets into the groove i’ve tried to do the same back but it doesn’t seem to be landing as well with him and it’s difficult to tell what i’m actually doing down there.. Next time I’ll obviously ask and I understand how important communication is about this type of thing just wondering if you have any general advice

Thank you

#1 thank you so fecking much for reaching out it means a lot to be able to offer help potentially with something like this

#2 standard sex related caveats including but not limited to

- I'm not an expert

-bodies are weird (in a positive way e.g. the different ways bodies react to sensation)

-bodies are weird (annoying/upsetting kinds of way e.g. trauma)

-consent is always important and something that can change depending on the act so check ins are important

#3 my actual advice, which will always be based in actual experience of my own or friends/partners

So first all gotta love the constant communication you folks seem to have and how you instantly know this is the key to any successes you're gonna have with this type of thing!

Fuck yes we're already off to a great start💜

For me i often find that when folks are wearing trousers like jeans, combats, corduroy or even some kinds of linen that has a larger seam allowance in the pant they're gonna be able to help you with a couple of things,

The first being that when the pants are tight fitting there's a solid chance that seam lines up pretty well with the centre line of their genitals, which depending on set up can line it perfectly up with the most sensitive parts and can be a good visual cue for you,

The other thing is that thicker seam provides something for the person to grind against for a form of extra friction which can feel good for all kinds of set ups

With a loose trouser it changes a Little obviously, but all that extra fabric can be useful for friction too, try instead of using your knee getting your partner to grind themselves down onto the top of your thigh, as they move their pelvis, the looser material of their trousers can add to the friction

Now some other things to consider that I hope doesn't come off as trite or over played but like not everybody can get off in the same ways, what works to make you feel good might not make him feel the same way there could be an element of dysphoria or even physical biology that's not hitting in the same way

He may have a slightly different sensation set up to you and so stimulation of only the most sensitive parts might not be how he gets off

Maybe he's a top of some kind and needs to feel more in control of his sexual experience

I guess what I'd do in that situation let him know how amazing he's making you feel and ask if what you're doing feels good or if there's anything else you could be doing that would make him feel good

I genuinely hope this helps and feel free to reach out anytime x

[saintseed-family]

“I think I’ve outgrown these as well,” Janus sighed, trying his best to lace up the front of his trousers.

He had gotten by so far in this experience with his already baggy and large clothing, but he had to admit he was much larger now in the belly and chest and things were beginning to get snug.

“We’ll have to get you some new clothes then,” Thorn replied.  “My mother might still have some of her maternity robes that may fit.”

Janus frowned.  “That’s fine and all, but I’d rather have some clothes of my own,” said Janus, “Your mother is a lovely lady, but I ain’t walking around town wearing her clothes.”

He knew Thorn didn’t fully get this.  Firbolgs didn’t really have a concept of “men’s clothes” or “woman’s clothes” - clothes were clothes, and they were handed down regardless of gender.  Normally this was refreshing, but when Janus has been feeling a bit like a bloated beast with wide hips and a swollen chest, he craved a bit of the normalcy of wearing his own clothes.

In his infinite wisdom, Thorn didn’t push the issue.  “You’re absolutely right,” agreed Thorn.  “Perhaps we can ask Dale to do some modifications to your clothes?  They were always quite good with sewing.”

“If they aren’t too busy,” Janus grumbled.  “I don’t want to bother ‘em too much.”

“Janus, you know my siblings have been dying for an opportunity to help us, my darling,” laughed Thorn. “Dale would be delighted we asked, if you’re comfortable with that.”

Thorn was the eldest of four children.  There was his identical twin sister, Thistlefont, his younger sibling Ferndale, and his youngest brother Mossimo.  Ever since finding out Janus was pregnant, they all had been constantly stopping by his home to offer their assistance with everything: meal prep and laundry, and of course the newly started construction of the second story of their house for the baby’s room.

 Janus was overwhelmed by it, and sometimes it even felt like they were underestimating him.  Learning to accept the help had been difficult, but as the pregnancy went on Janus found himself more and more exhausted.  Thorn’s daily spell helped a lot, but it didn’t change the fact that he still had a baby growing inside him, and it took a lot out of him.  

Thorn assured him that Thistle, Dale and Moss knew Janus could take care of himself, but they wanted to help because they were happy for the two of them and excited about the baby.  Janus figured this was a sibling thing, which he just didn’t understand having been alone his whole childhood.

“A’ight, Dale can help,” Janus sighed.  “As long as they don’t do anything too wild with m’ clothes.”

A week later, Janus found himself sitting on a chair in the living room while Dale rummaged through a bag of the modified clothing they had worked on.

Dale looked very much like Thorn with dark gray long hair and pale soft gray fur, but they wore their hair in a more loose and dramatic style that framed their face with long, messy bangs.  They also had more piercings than Thorn, including a nose ring with a long chain attached to one of their ears.  Janus couldn’t see much of the work they had done while the clothes were in the bag, but he could see lots of colorful patterns that he did not recognize.

“I added extra fabric to some of your looser tops,” they explained, handing Janus one of the tunics.  The side seams had been split, and a wide piece of fabric had been sewn in between with large stitches.  “Added lacing to some of these as well.  You’ll have to do without the leathers for a while for anything but chest support, but the rest of this should be comfortable and functional.”  They pointed at the large stitches.  “These will be easy to remove once your pregnancy is over, and we’ll be able to restitch your tunics to their old size.”

“Thank ya kindly, Dale,” Janus said, taking the offered tunic.  Even though they didn’t quite match, the added fabric was sewn in well enough that someone looking casually might not realize they’d been altered.  He removed the robe he had been wearing and pulled the tunic over his head.  It was loose, but it did not feel too much different than his old clothes had been.

“Mama sent this as well,” Dale said, digging in the bag to pull out a long piece of bright red fabric with yellow stars.  Janus recognized it as some of the specially dyed patterned fabric this village was known for. “She says it’s to help with your back.” 

Janus thought of the wraps he had seen expecting mothers in the village wear.  Long, bright scarves that they wound around the underside of the belly, and then cross their back and around their shoulders.  He hadn’t thought much of it, but it made sense that the scarf was helping support the mothers as they carried such a heavy load.

He took the scarf in both hands, and tried with futility to figure out how to wrap it in a way that would let the fabric actually stay on his rounded body.

“Damn it,” Janus muttered, and he heard Thorn laugh.  “How the hell do they tie these things?”

“Allow me to help, my lovely peapod.”  That was his newest nickname for Janus - the cub was their pea.  The fond laugh Janus found himself giving offset the mild irritation he was feeling about not being able to tie the sash.

Taking the scarf, Thorn got behind Janus and carefully wrapped it around him.  He couldn’t quite see how Thorn was doing it, but he could feel the fabric crossing his back and looping around his shoulders, and that provided just a touch more support than he had before as it lifted his belly, taking some weight off his back.

“Wow that… that feels pretty good!” Janus said as he felt Thorn tying off the scarf.

“You’ll have to practice putting this on without me,” Thorn chuckled.  “I believe these can also be used as a baby sling, so we’ll definitely be getting a lot of use out of it.”

Janus had the fleeting impression of himself with a tiny baby strapped to his back with the bright and colorful scarf, and he suddenly started to tear up.

“Oh no darling, are you alright?” Thorn asked, taking his hand.

“I-I’m fine,” sniffed Janus, doing his best to keep the tears back.  “Just thinking… about the cub.  I know we’re still a ways off, but I just can’t wait to meet them.”

[frigid-moon-fall]

The scant few notes on Leon's original design are...

"Earring on left ear only" "A necklace" →(referring to the front of it) "Some kind of metal" "Tights (white)" "The shape of the collar underneath the cape is like this"

Japanese uses two different words for earrings. "Pierce" is used for those meant for piercings. "Earring" is typically only used for clip-ons. So Leon's earring may be a clip-on.

Seine's translation of Mutsumi Inomata's comments about the designs says that Inomata-sensei made the tights a bit looser after feedback, but I wonder if this art is from before or after that? I can't imagine them fitting tighter than this... They seem more like tight-fitting trousers or loose leggings in most other depictions. (Can they be called "tights" if they aren't.. tight?)

I've also never seen Leon's jacket collar drawn in that shape anywhere else even within her artwork. Any time it's visible, it's square rather than triangular, and definitely not falling so widely over his shoulders. The only time it comes close is on one of Destiny 2's novel covers. Well, and in this key art that has some extra details to it that we've also never seen used in any other art.

Things change over time and even the original designer may change their mind or decide to draw a detail differently sometimes. So while it's interesting that his earring may be a clip-on, it's just as subject to change as the rest of the details.

[solar-halos]

this mood board monday might be a lil boring, but i loved doing all those style mood boards for annie, so i made one for katniss! my notes will be under the cut :D

first and foremost, i hope the katniss girlies approve. annie’s style mood boards were way more intuitive for me, so this one went through a whole lot of drafts, but im ok with how this turned out. here was my thought process:

• even though this is set in a modern au context, i don’t think she’d be fairy core, but i included the pic at the bottom bc i think the pink frilliness and the woodsy backdrop is a perfect combo of prim and katniss

• so the first thing that came to mind when i thought about katniss’ style was practicality. i initially had a lot of outfits with jeans, but tbh, i think katniss would like wearing looser and more linen-y materials if she’s not out in the woods since they’re comfty and practical. maybe it’s just me self projecting (i HATE jeans, even the loose mom jean style) but i just don’t think the material would be something she’d fuck w on a day to day basis since it’s so sturdy. best to save that for the woods

• i dont think she’d like crop tops (whenever i try to dress cunty for outdoorsy activities the only thing that EATS are the MOSQUITOS at my SKIN) but i also don’t think she’d intentionally wear things that are baggy since i think all the layers would get in her way. but since she’s canonically short i think she has to roll the cuffs of her pants up at least twice

• actually now that i’m looking at this there aren’t very many pics w pants in them which is kinda ironic bc that’s the aspect of her style that i put the most thought into. i think she’d love cargos and joggers, but i think she’d go for a more fitted style instead of overly baggy trousers that spill over her ankles. all bets are off when she’s chilling at home though, then all her clothing is swallowing her whole

• speaking of clothing swallowing her whole, the top left pic gives me peeta vibes and i think katniss’ wardrobe consists of so many of his stolen jackets and sweatshirts.

• her hair! it was v hard to find the hairstyles only bc katniss is slicking everything DOWN. absolutely no flyaways will be present on her watch. other than a simple braid down her back (like in canon) i also think she’d be the ceo of a slicked back bun

• also, even though she does like practical stuff like trousers, it’s also canon that she likes engaging in fashionista activities, so i included some glam options. i feel like the bottom right pic would be after a katniss and cinna (idk who he’d be to her in a modern au) have a glam session and then the option with the dress was something i included since it’s fancy without being something totally out there for katniss. like, i imagine she has couple nice dresses for special occasions but nothing extremely crazy, so this was like a nice in-between

• i think she’d love messenger bags too!!

• finally, the stylistic choices. oh my god! i think her color palette would be mostly neutral with some pops of green and brown, and it was so hard to find outfits that fit the look i was going for with her, but lowkey i think i pulled it off. bonus points for the woodsy backdrops

[bodybeyondstories]

dicks keep growing around me - 2 (Miguel)

We get Miguel's side of the story as he weighs Myron's revelation, reflecting on the past six months of trying to adjust to a slowly expanding dick that's harder and harder to hide.

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“Dicks keep growing around you?”

“...Yes,” Myron said. 

I guessed that three drinks in is the point where he’s ready to spit out ridiculous theories that congeal in his head. But of course I wanted to play along.

“Ok, so like, how do you do it?” I asked. I thought he was bullshitting, was hoping he was bullshitting, but wanted to see where this fantasy went.

“I…don’t. It just happens?”

“Just happens. Like how?”

“I don’t really know, but now that I think about it, I’ve been around…kind of a lot of guys with your similar predicament.”

“My similar predicament…” I have a habit of loosely repeating things back to someone when I don’t fully believe what they’re saying, which has annoyed all manner of partners, co-workers, and friends. But the gears in my brain were turning and I did just call Myron my good luck charm…

—

Six months ago, I had been eagerly shaking the hand of our new contract hire. Myron was my first choice for the position and I didn’t hide my excitement to have him join us. I only wished we could have brought him on in a permanent capacity, but in retrospect, for the sanctity of whatever can survive of my sex life and trouser seams, maybe it’s best we didn’t.

But I liked him immediately. There was something about his presence that just felt energizing, so when his shuffle of workspaces was getting unwieldy, of course I had him join me in my office. Due to a fluke in the building design, it was way too big for my needs–and I wasn’t a fan of the accidental ‘status symbol’ of the corner office. I had been wanting to find ways to repurpose it. Plus, I got to work more closely with Myron and, admittedly, catch glimpses of his cute bubble butt. He even let me start giving him tips on how to show off the ass he didn’t even know he had.

Not that I was into him like that. I like to think I’m pretty serious about professional decorum, which made it all the more uncomfortable when my dick began to constantly feel slightly chubbed up. I thought that maybe I had been too good at being Myron’s menswear guide and he was starting to finally show off his ass on purpose. Except a couple weeks into our new arrangement, I began to realize that that slight chub never really went down, even outside of work. In fact, I began to notice that often, it wasn’t a chub at all, I was totally soft. Just…bigger.

Which didn’t make any kind of sense. I’m 35, my dick was respectable, but I had been familiar with its form for quite some time now. Except whenever I would jack off, it would feel just slightly more substantial in my hand. I thought it must’ve been something I was eating. I was getting harder than I had in years, not to mention some unusually deep orgasms. And as they would calm down, with me breathing into a glob of my own cum splashed against my lips, it seemed like my dick wouldn’t quite go down all the way. There was just a little more of that slight chub, which wasn’t a chub at all.

It took me about a month to realize that I was genuinely getting bigger down there, not that I was complaining or really needed an explanation. Frankly, I was excited. If the Universe wanted to grant me a little extra meat, there must be a good enough reason. The only issue was getting used to a package that was getting slightly and slightly and slightly more prominent, with a juicy pair of balls that were following suit. The bulge I decided to play off, but it was getting less and less comfortable, especially in anything fitted or tailored. As it became a distraction at work–for me and everyone else–I switched to looser pants. Not my favorite, but some back of closet pairs that would suffice while I got things fitted again.

But eventually, it wasn’t just the fit of the pants that was the problem; it was the embarrassing need to start keeping an extra pair around. Whenever I was aroused, I started leaking precum like a faucet, and now how much I would try and ignore it, the slight movements in my crotch would slide my cockhead through more and more of my gooey juices, starting a positive feedback loop of horniness.

Not to mention that when this thing got going, it really got going. I had been having the most mind blowing orgasms of my life, but needed to relieve myself more and more often. And once all the blood started heading to my now definitely big, starting to look disproportionate dick, there was only one way out. I would sneak off to one of the single stall bathrooms at  work, even bringing a small prostate massager for my hungry hole, holding back a scream of pleasure that would’ve alerted the entire office to a bathroom stall covered in globs of semen. I began to fall into this routine fairly easily, purposefully walking out of the room and whatever folder or shoulder bag or colorful vase was nearby as camouflage for an enormous, pulsing bulge. This whole orgasmic routine had worked beautifully, until I met an ironic, erotic fate on the morning train.

—

I was still half asleep, trying to sip enough coffee to undo the effects of having been out past 2am for a show I wanted to see, and resolving–yet again–that this was a habit I would one day decide to break. But it had been a good show, not the least of which because of a fitness twink with the juiciest bubble butt. We hadn’t spent all that much time eye fucking each other from across the venue before he was grinding his ass against my crotch. The look on his face when he realized what I was packing was almost enough to send me over the edge right then and there. We moved through the pleasantries at the beat of the music–his name’s Winston, halfway through grad school, etc–but alas, we both had early mornings and ended up parting ways, ships passing in the night.

That is, until I got caught up in the reflection of the train doors, leering at an ass that looked all too familiar, and even juicier in the early morning light. If I wasn’t mistaken, you could see it jiggle with the rumble of the tracks. His pink gym shorts looked painted on and his matching tank top accentuated his succulent pecs. I recognized his ass before I recognized his face, but couldn’t miss the deep brown eyes staring directly back at me. He tilted his head and gave me a playful wink in recognition, proceeding to indulge in the sight of the bulge in my pants that was about to be difficult to hide.

I covered myself with my backpack, incredulous that this man had me rock hard in rush hour and noting with mild annoyance that my dick was snaking even further down my left leg than it had last night. Winston only looked more bemused by my embarrassment, and his adorable scruffy smile wasn’t helping the fact that the pressure of my backpack and rumble of the rails were driving me to the point of no return. I began mapping out the path from the train to the office building to the mostly-likely-to-be-empty-bathroom for when I reached my eventual stop, but wouldn’t even be that lucky.

As Winston turned to leave at the next stop, shooting me an almost regretful wink, the twitch back and forth of his perky cheeks was enough to send me over the edge right then and there. My whole body tensed as I struggled to not reveal the sheer power of this orgasm to everyone around, my dick pulsing in its confined space as I shot ropes of cum into my now ruined slacks. Holding my backpack gingerly in front of my crotch, I got off at the next stop and power walked to a department store that I knew was nearby, texting Myron to let him know I’d be late.

So I was a little preoccupied when I returned to the same club a few weeks later with Myron. I was caught up in the fantasy of my subway crush making a repeat appearance, and I could still manage to shove my unruly dick into a tight pair of leather pants. As we lost ourselves to the music, I thought less and less of my random encounter bae, my attention turning instead to enjoying a night out with my friend, who seemed to be a locus of attention himself. Not that he’d noticed, still reliably, delightfully oblivious, but I had to take some credit for putting a look together that would make his ass really stand out–even more than I had hoped.

I leaned in for my now typical fashionista gloating, slurring “Told you you’d look great in those pants,” in his ear. Except I had not anticipated being slightly off balance as I did this, and suddenly I found my hand settling on Myron’s waist and staying. Before I could finish the calculus on how long was too long to linger, he gracefully closed the gap between us, his cheeks coming to rest against my crotch.

My suddenly hard dick was surging against my pants, and sent what felt like a jolt of electricity to my brain as it brushed up against Myron’s ass. It settled into a consistent heat in my head that clouded my thoughts as I returned the favor, settling into a rhythmic grind. Sweaty and intoxicated, a voice, soft and distant in the recesses of my brain, worried how professionally appropriate this was. But I was in the moment.

The dull heat started to pound at my temples, reverberating into a feeling of discomfort against the fabric of my tight clothes. I rested my head in the crook of Myron’s neck as it reached a fever pitch, until suddenly the sensation shot down to my dick. It felt weird, like it was full to burst and pulsing against the seams, even weirder than usual. It felt…too big.

I made up an excuse about having to piss, and before I could register that Myron even heard what I said, I was making a beeline to the back alley. As I dodged expertly among the bumping crowd, having made this exact trek at many a show on many a night, I almost tripped over myself suddenly making eye contact across the room with none other than Winston, my weekday morning bubble booty subway crush. I was brought back to a full speed power walk by the code red emergency signal coming from my cock, and for a second I thought my missed (and found) connection could also see and hear the sirens and flashing lights just below my waist. His eyes were locked onto my junk in what, in the dim lighting, appeared to be some combination of disbelief and ravenous hunger, mouth agape and subtlety long gone. 

I made it to the alley, which was, thankfully, empty. As I pulled out my dick, it almost felt stuck, and when I added some extra elbow grease I hauled out something even I wasn’t expecting. I had gotten used to the growth–at least I thought I did–but this was noticeably bigger than it was even an hour previous.

“Jesus…” I whispered.

“...Christ,” exclaimed a voice from the doorway, backgrounded by the resonances of untz untz that wandered into the alley with Winston, my flabbergasted crush. I guess my dick was approaching sight to behold territory, but Winston looked almost reverent, biting his lip in anticipation.

This fantasy had already played out in my head multiple times, but I didn’t think the circumstances would be quite like this. As another throb of fullness sent a shiver of too muchness, I tried as casually as I could to settle into something resembling a relaxed pose, resting my right hand on the brick wall of the club, and realizing that the booming base inside was only exacerbating the throbbing coming from my groin.

“That’s even bigger than I thought,” said Winston.

“Yeah, same,” I replied with a wry smile.

“Can I?” asked Winston.

“Thought you’d never ask,” I said, my whole body tensing as another pang of too bigness pulsed through my body, my dick rising to just below parallel, drooping under its own weight.

Winston seemed to float across the gap between us, gracefully dropping to both knees and resting a hand gently along my shaft. My dick was painfully sensitive and I was driven almost to the edge, fighting a losing battle against the entrance of Winston’s nose, sniffing hungrily along my glans, followed by his juicy lips. I couldn’t tell if it was three minutes or three hours while he slurped hungrily at my cock, swallowing as much of me as he could as I burst ropes and ropes of thick, endless cum.

I must’ve peaced out to another dimension for a bit, because suddenly Winston was holding me up with his strong arms, taking advantage of my lapse in balance to go in for a cum-flavored kiss, sensually exploring the the inside of my mouth as I caressed his bubble butt, which felt even bigger up close.

He broke our kiss to gingerly pull my phone out of my pocket and shoot himself a text. “Forgot to do this last time,” he said, with a quick roll of his eyes. “My friends are going to start wondering where I ran off to, but you should call me,” he said, slipping the door back open and disappearing inside.

As I came back to reality in the crisp night air, I realized that I actually did have to pee, relieving my softening dick behind a dumpster, and letting my eyes drift up to the full moon above, lavishing in the residual orgasmic pleasure. I heard the door open and began a lazy smile, thinking Winston had come back for seconds, and instead seeing Myron staring agape at the appendage that I had tried–and failed–to hide from view. I made up something quick about the line to the bathroom as I somehow got my dick back into my too tight pants without breaking eye contact with Myron’s incredulous expression.

I wasn’t enjoying becoming familiar with that look, but the initial shock does die down, I guess. We were back to work the next day like normal, chatting here and there about the show the night before, not talking about the elephant in the room, but also not worrying about it. Honestly, I felt more comfortable in the office after this, knowing that Myron is aware of, and apparently cool with, my mysteriously expanding cock, surprising myself with how much tension I’d been holding over weeks of carefully controlled movements and positions. I guess the secret’s out, I thought with relief. At least between us.

—

So when Myron’s contract was reaching its end, I proposed a send off at one of my fave hiking spots. I’d been promising to take him there for a while–not that he was all that enthusiastic about it–after he mentioned he was familiar with it but never went. As I was leaving to pick him up I caught myself in the mirror, admiring my very cute, but maybe less practical, outfit, and seeing my own eyes bug out at the bulge in my hiking shorts. I don’t think I had worn those since the previous summer, and by the looks of it they were not prepared to handle my growth spurt. At this point, I was getting used to the stares in public and just wanted to look cute, but by the look of the seams on the thin material, I decided to pack a backup just for peace of mind. I reasoned that it might be it for these shorts but they could easily get me through a hike with no mishaps.

Turns out I was comically wrong. Maybe I started off too intense and too fast, but I could almost feel the fabric fighting for its life, stretched tight around my junk. Myron and I took a strong lead early on, though I was gradually getting slowed down by the discomfort in my crotch. We took a breather at a bend in the trail, deciding to wait for the others to catch up. As I caught my breath, I gave myself a moment of respite, resting my hand on my knees and appreciating the cool breeze across my face and, distressingly, along my cock, bobbing lazily in the open air.

Myron sprang into action while I was still registering the situation, shooing me off the trail and away from prying eyes. Much to my grim satisfaction–and his surprise–I whipped out my backup pair and slipped them on, getting the zipper over my prodigious cock just as our coworkers rounded the corner.

The rest of the hike was thankfully uneventful and I was perked up by being proven right about the waterfall at the end. When we got drinks after, I stayed with Myron until his roommate, Ty, could take him home. I thought it was the least I could do seeing as I had now accidentally flashed him twice. At some point, with sufficient alcoholic lubrication, we finally did address the elephant in the room. I felt comfortable enough around him to address my recent changes, but hadn’t expected his response. I thought it was just him messing around, but as I reminisced over the past six months, it really felt like the gears were starting to slide into place.

“But the other guys in the office,” I said, still in mild disbelief. “I mean, they look like they’re decent, but I don’t think anyone’s got all this,” I said, gesturing at my overstuffed crotch.

“Might be like, a proximity and time thing?” offered Myron. “I’m just as confused as you are.”

“Proximity and time…right, we share an office eight hours a day and a dancefloor all too often. So if you had a roommate or something–”

“Well.” Myron’s eyes widened in epiphany as I remembered that he does in fact have a roommate who’s supposed to be taking him home. In fact, I guessed that must be Ty approaching from behind Myron, their heavily tatted stoner look an interesting foil to Myron’s more restrained appearance. I assumed it was them by the work uniform, and this, in the context of Myron’s recent revelation, was confirmed by the bulge snaking past the bottom of his apron to his left knee.

As they approached with a basket of fries, I noted that Ty’s gait seemed slightly off, as if they had to accommodate for their trouser snake, but they seemed accustomed to the extra long appendage.

“Hey,” they said to Myron, “kitchen’s closing soon, you want these? Someone didn’t pick up their order.”

“Uh, thanks dude,” said Myron, still lost in thought. “Oh! This is Miguel, I’ve mentioned Miguel, right?”

“Yeah, great to meet you!” exclaimed Ty, turning to me and revealing an up close view of the pipe that maybe they thought they had made inconspicuous.

As they walked back to the kitchen to start closing, my eyes lingering on their lithe frame and peculiar walk, I thought out loud to Myron, “You’ve been roommates for a y–”

“A year. Yup,” replied Myron, a hint of apprehension in his voice.

[lrdvyke]

are you in any pain? [ concerned D 🥹 ]

The sun is brighter now that the Erdtree's glow no longer eclipses it. The clouds no longer with a sheen of gold, but an ashy grey which roll across the sky in variable fits. Vyke scrubs at his eye with the heel of his palm, squinting against the horizon where the sun has finally arrived at its zenith for the day. His fingers find purchase upon the clean cloth around his head then, it sits at a slant to cover the abyss that the absence of his other eye creates, and pulls the other side down over the remaining eye.

His fingers itch to wrench the thing from its socket still.

The sudden darkness soothes for but a moment, even when the distant light within blinks in and out of existence. He listens for Darian's footsteps instead, attuning himself to them, and continues to follow the man's strides through the Lands Between without falter. Vyke knows what is coming. He likes to think he has gotten better at this, at telling when the boluses have finally lost their strength inside of him. It is just about the same time every day allowing him to anticipate and, in a way, overlap. When one wears off, the other kicks in, so that the flame never gets a chance to latch onto him again.

But today is not that type of day. They have been walking for longer, something of which Vyke does not wish to stop, but it takes its toll upon his body. The boluses keep the madness down just enough for half of the day, but sometimes the pain shoots through regardless. Where one person may feel a little sore in their legs, Vyke feels as if his whole body was submerged into the lava pits of Mount Gelmir itself.

He does not realize he stopped until Darian's voice drifts through the rush of wind in his ears. His hand pushes the cloth back up, a frenzied-yellow eye peeks out at the blur that is his friend, before he shakes his head. ❛ Not too much, ❜ he says quietly, his hands moving to unlatch the sword belt from around his hips. It is about the only thing tight on him that which he can bear for longer than a second. The trousers he has on are loose, cinching only at the ankles to be tucked into his sturdy boots. His shirt is even looser, wrinkled at the bottom from where the belt had been. They do a well enough job at covering the burns and missing skin ...

But he starts walking again, ignoring the reflexive grimace.

❛ Told myself I must make it past midday before I can rest, ❜ Vyke then explains. A goal, if one wishes, made in silence during the early mornings when sleep was hard to come by. But a goal nonetheless, bringing forth focus that is also quite difficult to come by these days. ❛ We'd never move if we stopped every time there was a flareup. ❜ Eyeless bodies, dried-out husks of people who are frozen in their midst of madness—it flashes in mind, but does its work in spurring Vyke onward.

To stop meant that the flame won.

@luredeep !

[envihellbender]

Envi and Rott meeting in TMA verse

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Characters: Rott (he/it), Envi (he/they) (OCs)

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Envi saw Rott first. Technically he’d agreed not to steal from the earth, the items people kept with them for the afterlife were owned by Hezekiah and the Buried now. When anything was taken from the earth Hezekiah would go to massive lengths to make sure he got it back. If it had been shattered into a thousand pieces, he would find every piece. That didn’t mean Envi didn’t enjoying hanging around the graveyard, on occasion irritating Hezekiah was an entertaining bonus alongside the trinkets he might find. It was when they were exploring the tombs that the first saw Rott, a young man whose skin glowed a sickly grey colour in the moonlight. Envi climbed atop the mausoleum of a forgotten wealthy family, his pockets containing two lockets, a medal, some coins, and some animal bones. He perched on the top, sitting like a gargoyle and watched the stranger with curiosity. The young man’s limbs were looser than they should be, some fastened on with thread, his inky black hair a tangled mass atop his head. Occasionally he looked up at the sky, and two silver eyes stared at the moon and stars. Envi look at his face, and to his surprise he felt a yearning inside to wrap around Rott’s body and lick the blood, puss, and bile from his cold hard chin and cheeks.

It became a habit after that, once a week Envi would climb to the highest spot in the cemetery and watch Rott. Delighting in how it would feed on its victims and the residents of the tombs. Sometimes Envi would get to see Rott sewing its limbs back to its body, he always wore lose black trousers with straps around the legs and silver chains hanging down to his knees. The gave a clinking noise with every step, and his t-shirts always had horrific, grotesque imagery on them. Envi watched in fascination, so fixated he didn’t realise that the burning fractals of his hair was causing sparks and lights around the mausoleum. Green and orange fractals spread from where he sat, coming to an anxious crackle and shock when Rott looked up. At first it was bewildered, but when he saw Envi his body grew tense with anger. In panic, Envi jumped from the mausoleum, when he landed his legs bent backwards as if his joints were made of rubber. The momentum threw him forward causing them to fall into the pavement. He quickly tried to find his bearings, he had lost his way during his wandering tonight. He’d found himself in a new and foreign part of Hezekiah’s graveyard. Envi kept trying to run away but kept bumping into gravestones and finding himself being turned around again and again. He let out a reluctant, terrified gasp as he felt a cold, hard hand on his shoulder. It spun Envi around, causing their already pale face to grow almost white. He didn’t normally encounter people so directly, they usually struggle to find him.

“Who are you?” Rott said simply and curtly, his eyes narrowed and his sickly pink lips contorted into a snarl.

“Erm. I. Erm. I Am Apart of The Spiral. I. Just. Wanted to… Say Hi,” Envi stammered, his eyes widened and grew, every shade of green tangling in his irises as he looked everywhere but at Rott. Envi found himself looking at Rott’s feet, he was wearing two dark worn trainers, the soles coming away and shoelaces trailed on the floor.

“Did the Distortion send you here?” Rott asked, his frown evident in its voice, clearly confused by Envi’s sudden appearance. When Envi looked up Rott was watching him, staring at his strange, angled and broken limbs that had healed and could now be bent in odd ways.

“No. Papa doesn’t like it when we get too close to the earth.”

“I’ve seen you here before. Why are you disobeying your God?”

“I’m not… disobeying- it’s not a rule or a law. Just a suggestion.” Envi shrugged. He stretched, his loose green t-shirt lifting to show off his soft, freckled gut, Rott’s eyes drifted to Envi’s stomach, it’s eyes rolling down as if they weren’t secure in it’s skull.

“You- you consider your God’s instructions to be… suggestions? Rott asked disconcertingly. It nervously began twirling its hair in its fingers, the black waves grounding it somehow.

“There’s no certainty in the Spiral. No strict rules, is that so weird?”

“I- we serve the earth. The earth is constant, loving, and everything.”

“Yeah. Human minds in comparison are tangled, messy, and constantly changing. Hey, you’re not just the buried though, are you, Rott?” Envi’s face grew into a knowing smirk, and instead of angry at the accusation, Rott couldn’t help but be a little curious.

[pinewoodpipit]

so long, we become the flowers - Chapter 2 Outfit References

Chapter 2 of "we become the flowers", a.k.a. my cowboy au is out and I have some more meta to post about it! Just a short one this time, about their outfits for the town dance.

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Fade

She didn’t take much off, only an inch or two of the dead ends and enough to clean up the choppy mess Hazal had made of it by herself. By the end of it, though, she looked fresher, and the barber even helped her pomade her hair back behind her ear and tie it up in a loose updo. It looked nice, considerably nice, and Hazal’s heart fluttered at the thought of Tala seeing it.

...

He'd put her in a ruffled blouse and a dark waistcoat. Her blouse, cream and loosely fitting, tucked into high-waisted trousers, with black shoes shining from beneath the hems, and over it all, she wore a wide-collar frockcoat, tight and with a swallowtail sweeping around at the back. The coat was near-black, but with tones of red which were brought out by the light.

It was a little old-fashioned, to be truthful; swallowtails had gone out of fashion some short years ago, but it was what Hazal could afford, and it was significantly nicer than anything she owned currently.

For Fade, I wanted something fancy and kind of gothic looking, but also something formal enough for this kind of dance (I'm reluctant to call it a "ball" as it's got a much less formal fancy-dress vibe and is closer to a country dance just by nature of how small Vennecoate is).

She'd probably struggle to afford the newest decent clothes and Chamber knew she'd be able to pull a look like this off, so he tried it and sure enough, Fade liked it.

As this fic is supposed to be a sort of blend between Austen and western style, I thought it would be fitting to pull some inspiration from Pride and Prejudice into this fic. There are so many iconic dances in P&P, too, it would have been a waste not to include any inspiration from them at all! Darcy does love a long coat...

Her hair isn't meant to be anything special. I pictured a loose ponytail with some loose strands by her fringe. She didn't have the time or spare cash for a full style but the barber helped her style it in a simple updo as a favour, for Neon's sake.

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Neon

She’d donned a handsome evening dress, with loose, low straps. It was a fairly form-fitting dress, billowing only a little in the skirt, and with a second layer of looser fabric forming a translucent shade around her top hem. Her bust and upper arms were shielded; the sleeves were too low to cover her shoulders.

Her hair, usually loose, was pulled back into an intricate updo. It was a rather stark contrast to Hazal’s simple low ponytail; it was curled in on itself in an ornate pattern and decorated with little lace flowers in the same bright yellow colour as her dress.

The outfit’s colour suited her well. It brought out her eyes and the gleeful flush to her cheeks. Her stormy hair was near-illuminated by the flowers dotted over the updo. She looked stunning.

And Neon! I couldn't find a particularly accurate view of what colour her dress would be, but I essentially figure it would be the same colour of yellow as what is in her hair.

I figure in this fic she probably wouldn't have hair quite so vibrant as she does in canon (they're regular humans in this AU, after all, not Radiants) so I describe her hair as "stormy", kind of like a deep cool-toned grey. I think having yellow accessories entwined in her hair along with a yellow dress would really look nice.

This kind of dress allows for a lot of freedom of movement, too, so she'd have a fine time hurtling around the dance floor during faster songs!

For the hairstyle, I again went with some inspiration from Pride and Prejudice with Lizzie's coiled updo. I'm sure Neon has a different hair type than her so it wouldn't be exactly the same, but something with a lot of care put into it, making sure it was a nice design and weaving flowers throughout was just the exact right vibe.

[carbo-ships]

Chapter XXV

Beginning: Chapter I Previous: Chapter XXIV

Ardis was giddy with excitement, the adrenaline from the concert still coursing through her. She waited patiently in the hallway for her friends to finish putting away their instruments and transmitters. Papa was the first to emerge through the doors. He was laughing and chatting over his shoulder with some of the venue staff. When he turned back around, his eyes landed on Ardis. A big smile spread across his face. “There’s my little doll!” he exclaimed. He spread his arms wide as he strutted down the hall, demanding a hug.

She let out a little giggle and ran to him. “Oh, Papa, you were incredible!” she cheered, throwing her arms around him.

He squeezed her tight and kissed her cheek. “Grazie!” When he pulled back, he held her shoulders in his hands. He loved seeing her so happy. “Did you have fun, angel?”

“Very much!”

“I’m so glad. Your old man’s still got some moves, eh?” he teased. “The ghouls and I all need to shower and change out of our uniforms – you’re welcome to shower as well, if you’d like. It looks like you also worked up quite a sweat in the crowd.”

Before she could respond, Aether's voice boomed from down the hallway. “Where’s my girl?”

“Go on,” Papa laughed, seeing how much she lit up at the sound of the man’s voice. “Go to your ghoul.”

She broke apart from Papa and ran to Aether, who scooped her into his arms in a bear hug and spun her around. “There she is!” he exclaimed.

“That was amazing, Aether!” she praised him.

“Thank you, cara. It sure seemed like you were enjoying yourself!” he chuckled. When he set her down, he gazed at her adoringly. “I’m drenched after all of that – let’s get cleaned up and then we’ll catch up properly back on the tour bus, alright?” She agreed and followed the band back to the venue’s showers.

Once they were all clean and the uniforms had been returned to their proper place, they made their way out of the venue dressed in either casual wear or their pajamas. The cool night air was a refreshing change from the heat of the crowd. As they walked toward the tour bus, Ardis noticed Sodo favoring his right leg a bit. “Are you alright?” she asked him.

“Just hurt my knee a bit during ‘Year Zero’,” Sodo admitted, slightly embarrassed. “Went down too hard and had trouble getting back up. I’m not the young ghoul I once was.”

Ardis hesitated, not wanting to overstep boundaries, but ultimately decided she should offer her assistance. “Would you like me to take a look at it for you? I might be able to heal it, if it's nothing major.”

He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Being an angel comes with its perks,” Ardis said with a nod. “I’m not nearly as good as my superiors, but if it's just a bit banged up, I can probably get you sorted out.”

“Well, it’s worth a shot,” he said with a shrug as they boarded the bus. “Thank you.”

“Do you have some shorts you can change into? Or some looser pants?” she asked. “It’ll be easier if I don’t have to go through the fabric.”

“I’m sure I could find some.”

“Meet me upstairs in the lounge when you’ve changed?”

“Sounds good.”

Ardis waited in the bus’s common room for a minute or two while Sodo swapped his trousers. When he made it upstairs, he was wearing a loose pair of pajama pants.

“Will these do?” Sodo asked.

“Yes, those are perfect,” Ardis confirmed. “Have a seat and roll your pant leg up for me, please.”

“Yes, doctor,” he chuckled, sitting down on the long couch and hiking the hem of his trousers up past his knee.

She knelt before him and tied her hair back so it wouldn’t obscure her vision. “Is it alright if I touch you?” she asked him before starting.

“Of course.”

Ardis gently examined his knee and the lower half of his leg with her fingertips. He actually had quite a bit of muscle to him, which surprised her. She’d always assumed there was nothing but skin and bones under his uniform due to his small frame. Her fingers moved to the back of his knee. “Can you straighten out your leg for me? And is this about where you feel it the most? Right inside here?”

“Yeah, right there.” He winced slightly.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized meekly. “I think the ligament’s just a bit upset with you, that’s all. I should be able to fix it, if you’re alright with that.”

Sodo smiled. “Go ahead, principessa. I trust you.”

Having secured his permission, she held his knee in both hands, bowed her head, and said a prayer. A cool tingle surged through the aching joint. Sodo flinched slightly at the unfamiliar sensation, but quickly relaxed again. The dull pain began to dissipate.

“Is this okay?" she asked, glancing up at him.

“Yes, that’s perfect,” he sighed, the tension in his body releasing. He couldn’t help but smile at how focused she was. It was awfully sweet of her to help him like this. “You are insufferably cute, do you know that?”

She looked up at him in surprise. “I, uh... Th– Thank you, Sodo.”

“I can see why Aether’s made such a fool of himself over you,” he chuckled, leaning back and resting his hands behind his head.

“I heard that!” Aether’s voice rang from the stairwell. He must have been at the kitchenette, just at the bottom of the stairs.

Ardis smiled bashfully, but stayed focused on her task. She shifted her hands every few seconds to let the divine energy penetrate his poor knee from all angles. After about a minute, she gently poked his knee with her finger pads again to try to find any residual irritation. “Does any of this hurt?”

“No, not at all.”

“Then I think we're all done.” She released his leg and stood from the floor. “Give it a try for me?” She helped him up from the couch, and he flexed his leg this way and that.

“You little miracle worker,” he chuckled. “Thank you, cara.” He kissed her forehead and she couldn't help but giggle. Sodo had never done that before.

“You’re very welcome.”

Aether appeared in the doorway with a bottle of beer in each hand. He tossed one to Sodo and then used his free hand to pull Ardis into his side. “Did my angel fix you up?”

“She did indeed,” Sodo said as he opened the bottle. He plopped back down on the couch and took a swig. “I didn't realize she had so many tricks up her sleeve.”

Aether kissed her temple. “Neither did I. You're just full of surprises, aren't you, tesorina?”

Ardis was starting to turn red from all the praise and affection. “It's nothing, really,” she insisted. “Any angel can do that.”

“Well I think it’s very impressive,” he cooed, grinning at how shy she’d become under his attention. He sat on the couch and pulled her with him to snuggle into his side. “Have I kissed you properly since I got off stage?” he murmured as he made himself comfortable, looking at her curiously.

She felt butterflies in her stomach and looked up at him with wide eyes. “I– Well, I– I don’t think s–”

Aether cut her off with a kiss, taking her by surprise. He pulled away a moment later, a sly grin on his face. He knew the effect he had on her.

Before she could express her embarrassment, Papa and the other ghouls started trickling into the room. “Bravo, everyone, really,” Papa praised them all as they settled on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand. Papa took his spot next to the angel and draped an arm around her. Ardis couldn’t help but admire the way he glowed with pride. He was clearly very happy with how the concert had gone. “What a way to start the tour, eh?”

Petrichor pulled out their phone. “Shall we see what the audience thought?”

“Yes, dear, if you’d do the honors,” Papa said, making himself comfortable and sipping his drink.

Pet mumbled to themself as they loaded the feed they were looking for. “Well, you're already trending on Twitter.”

“Already?” Aether repeated in surprise. “The show only ended an hour ago!”

“It looks like people have been posting about it since the moment you all went on stage. Lots of comments about Sunshine,” Pet reported as they scrolled. “This is the first time most of them have seen you.”

“Good things, I hope?” Sunshine laughed, although she seemed a bit apprehensive.

“Naturally. Lots of exclamation marks, lots of capital letters, everyone is very excited,” they assured her. “Let’s see, what else do we have... People are starting to suspect that Swiss is in heat, and honestly, I can’t blame them.”

“Hey!” Swiss exclaimed defensively. “On what grounds?”

“You’re getting awfully into the music on that little stage of yours,” Pet pointed out. “I swear, it’s like you forget there’s thousands of people watching you.” Ardis supposed they had a point. Swiss had always been known for the sensual way in which he rocked his hips while he performed, but it had seemed especially exaggerated that night.

“Oh, please,” he huffed. “I’m just putting on a show. What would they rather have me do, stand around and twiddle my thumbs?”

“On the contrary – no one’s complaining about it,” Pet assured him. “I’ll spare you the emojis, but the crowd seems to love it.”

“As they should.”

Pet continued scrolling. “Plenty about Papa’s butt, as is to be expected.”

Papa gave a joking bow. “Thank you, thank you. You’re too kind, really.”

“Did you get them re-tailored?” they asked. “They look tight in the couple photos I’ve seen.”

“Of course,” Papa confirmed with a shrug. “I know what the people want, and I am more than happy to deliver.”

“Incredible.” Pet mumbled a bit more before an amused smirk tugged at their lips. “Oh, here’s one about you, Aether.”

Aether grinned. “Lay it on me.”

“One user said, ‘I’ve never seen Aether flirt with the crowd this much. Has he always been this aggressive?’ to which another responded ‘I know, right? He’s going to give Sodo a run for his money at this rate.’”

Papa laughed. “Did you really spend the whole show flirting with Ardis?”

Aether rolled his eyes. “I was just checking on her to make sure she was having a good time.” The shy smile creeping onto Ardis’s face suggested otherwise, however.

“We’ll see about that when the rest of the videos get posted,” Petrichor chuckled. “Mountain, you’re receiving praise for yet another flawless performance. Cumulus and Cirrus, most of the posts about you just say ‘mommy’, which I’ll leave you to interpret as you will. As for Sodo, I’m mostly just seeing an endless stream of the same photo someone took of you pretending to choke Rain, captioned with, well, the usual. So... fairly par for the course on those fronts.”

Papa seemed satisfied with the initial reports. “And what about you, Ardis? What did you think?”

The angel smiled at him adoringly. How could she even summarize the experience she’d had? “It was perfect.”

Next: Chapter XXVI

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Shepard carries himself differently out of uniform. He moves more casually, his shoulders looser and his steps slower. His usual impassive expression remains, but it’s less stern in a way Kaidan can’t quite put a finger on. Even the way his clothes—a loose, lavender linen shirt and gray linen trousers—hang on his frame make him seem less imposing. If Kaidan didn’t already know, he would never peg Shepard as military like this. “Digging,” he replies, turning toward Williams with a sigh. His eyes sweep across her and then Kaidan, and his nose wrinkles slightly. “Any chance you two could stop looking like off-duty Marines for five minutes?”

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