#im too self conscious about how dresses look on me

[kekathemao]

i like dressing up characters like dolls

[acourtofquestions]

Dont be angry, Finnula said. Be smart.

[fawnnpaws]

I need u to hear me out on this one Ok. Ok so. listen to me im on some devious shit. 30s art somno… years and years of tennis is catching up to him and his body just doesn’t keep up. he’s a major sleepyhead (like, clinically, he should see a doctor) and takes a nap or two everyday. it doesn’t bother you, of course, you know it’s good for him and what he needs, plusssss he looks so delicate when hes sleeping. he’s a relatively light sleeper too, but falls back asleep really easily so he’ll jostle a little when you start to grope him but falls right back to sleep when he sees it’s only you. etc etc u see whats happening.. hello can anyone hear me is this thing on

i love that u prefaced me needing to hear u out when i was on board the second u mentioned somno I’M SAT !!! I LOVE SOMNO !!! <3333

oohhh he looks so pretty when he’s sleeping, it’s so hard to resist waking him up so you can kiss him stupid. you find him asleep all over the house for a while, sometimes on the couch, sometimes at his desk in his office, but usually he’ll put himself to bed when he knows he needs to sleep for a couple hours mid-day. you know he needs the extra rest, but something about how soft and pliant he gets in his sleep makes you ache to touch him. it shouldn’t be hard to resist, really. you tell yourself you should have the self control not to touch your husband while he’s sleeping, to wait until he’s awake. but you don’t have that self control. how can you when he sleeps in nothing but his tiny little blue briefs and kicks the covers off himself when he gets too hot? how can you when he lets out the softest little whimper when you skim your hand down his chest and graze your fingers over his dick? it just makes you want more.

you move him gently so he’s laying on his back with his legs spread for you to sit on your knees between them. you’re so careful not to wake him at first, but the more you touch and grope at his body the more his dick starts to fill out and strain against his briefs. he’s letting out these soft sighs that have wetness pooling in your panties and suddenly you don’t really care about being careful anymore. you toy with his waistband and smile to yourself at how his hips lift towards you. he’s still so reactive even when he’s asleep. you don’t even take his underwear off fully, just pull his waistband down under his balls and climb on top of him. you’re thankful you wore a dress today as you move your panties to the side and sink down on his cock in one fluid motion. finally, his eyes flutter and his brows knit together. he peeks one eye open and visibly relaxes again when he looks up and sees you. his voice is thick with sleep and you can tell he’s barely half awake, “baby?”

you roll your hips and grind his dick against that sweet spot inside you. “just me, honey, just - fuck - needed you. it’s okay, go back to sleep.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice, just lets out a whiny mhmm and closes his eyes again. his jaw goes slack and you can’t help it, you start bouncing yourself on his cock. you brace your hands on his chest, squeezing his pretty tits as you work yourself up and down. it doesn’t take long for you to get close to the edge. somehow even in his sleep, art’s dick hits that soft spongey spot inside you every time you rock your hips down and he’s still letting out those pretty sighs. it feels dirty, using his body like this when he’s not even conscious, but the power he’s giving you makes your head spin. you could do anything to him and he’d let you. he’d have no choice. you bring a hand to your clit and you can’t help the staccato moans falling from your lips. what finally sends you over the edge is the feeling of sticky warmth filling your pussy as art cums and his hips involuntarily jerk up into yours. “oh fuck—” you follow immediately after, cum so hard you think your eyes cross. a full body shiver wracks through you and you fuck yourself through it, art’s body limp beneath you.

you gingerly lift yourself off of him, readjusting your panties and his briefs. you should clean him and yourself up, but you revel in the feeling of his cum leaking out of you and soaking into your panties. you lay down facing him, now craving a nap of your own, sighing happily and weaving your legs with his. his arms instinctively wrap around you and pull you close until you’re flush against his chest. as you drift off to sleep, you can’t help but think about making him suck your panties and pussy clean of his cum. it’s only fair since he came before you <33

[russellsppttemplates]

Reader being self conscious with her body after having her and Charles last baby (i forgot his name im so so so sorry!) and Charles, Herve and Amelie just like complimenting her and not understanding how good it makes her feel

Note: don't worry, there are so many kids in this blog, even I have to go and check paddock daycare once in a while!

Cw: reader's insecurity about her postpartum body

You sometimes wondered if Charles noticed all the ways your body changed to accommodate motherhood, especially now having had your third baby. But then you were easily showered with compliments from everyone around you, and you swore Charles, Hervé and Amélie were having a competition on who could give you the most compliments.

"Mama! You look so pretty!", Amélie said, hugging your legs as you prepared your water bottle so you could feed baby Thomas once you sat down, "thank you, ma belle, the hairstyle papa did on you is very pretty, too", you replied.

"Papa! Have you seen mama today? She has a new dress!", Hervé pointed out as you joined the boys in the living room, "This is an old one actually, I've had it since you were a baby, Hervé", you reasoned, suddenly feeling shy with all eyes on you and also feeling a little more beautiful.

The warm temperatures called for a day outside in the pool, the kid excited to have Thomas spend a little bit of time in the water even if Charles just wet his feet since he was only a couple of weeks old, "you're not getting in, mama?", Hervé asked, "your swimsuit makes you look like a princess".

Just on cue, Thomas started crying, recognising it was his hungry cry, "I'm afraid Thomas needs me, I'll swim later", you said as Charles helped you grab Thomas so you could go and feed him.

Your little boy ended up falling asleep on your chest, milk drunk against your skin that was exposed from the neckline of the swimsuit, all while Amélie got out of the pool, wrapping herself in the towel and having Hervé follow suit once Charles mentioned snack time.

"You're so comfy to sleep on, mama", Amélie whispered as she climbed on you after you assured her it would be fine, grasping some of the fabric of your cover up and leaving your hips exposed, the stretch marks fully on show as you thought about all of it. Your body was all of your three kids' first home, providing them comfort, warmth and safety, and now that they were out, you were still those exact same things for them. And they loved you no matter what.

"Do you have room for me?", Hervé asked as he stepped closer to the sun lounger, "Come here, amour", you said as you patted your side, having Hervé cuddle up to you and resting his hand on your tummy mindlessly, sighing happily.

A few moments later, Charles stepped outside, taking the scene in front of him in and laughing loudly, "I don't suppose there's space for me on there, hm?", he smiled.

"I think we can make some room", you said, adjusting your position so Charles could lay closer to your thighs, "maybe there?", you giggled, seeing him happily scoot closer to your and intertwining your legs.

"Don't laugh, amour, I want to touch you too!", Charles said as he achieved what he wanted while his hand squeezed your thigh, "it's not my fault you are such an amazing mama and that we all want a little bit of you!", he chuckled, kissing your temple.

"You really think so?", you wondered, "this is all you, amour, how kind, amazing and great you are - why do you think I'm nearly fighting Hervé for this?", he said as the little boy kept inching closer to you, "she's my mama, you should've gotten her first", your oldest son said before Amélie let out "I agree", making him shake his head as he smiled, "thing is I did get here first, actually, like years before all of them", he chuckled.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[cozymochi]

Hi Mochi! First off, I just wanted to say I love your art and OC'S! They are beautiful and very cool! Cecil kind of radiates baby girl energy in my humble opinion.

But I had a question about Nyoka. It's mentioned in his notes that he covers the scales on his face and arms with makeup or an undershirt, and the only visible ones are on his neck. Was this just for design reasons, or is he like self Conscious of them?

I'm just curious about the answer! 😊 Anyway, have a great day!

thANK YOU FOR READING THE NOTES ACTUALLY AAAAA 😳😭

It’s nothing too deep. Good news, he’s not self conscious of them 👍 He just covers the ones on his face to blend into the background a little more. He is a reptile amongst mammals and just wants to be left alone. Design wise, he already has quite a bit going on already on his face (the glasses, the specific eye makeup etc.), it’s just simpler to work with. I don’t really like too much busy-ness, and I do want people drawn to his eyes first. (does it work who knows idk) Though if I were to keep yapping I’d end up doing a dissertation on the trials of translating and evoking a cartoon snake into this guy. [dies]

Otherwise without the makeup the scales on his face are comparable to Snake’s face in Black Butler. If I bothered refining Nyoka’s refs more, then that detail on the main post it would’ve been clearer. SO HERE IT IS:

Though, someone like Snake in general is a lot more simpler looking (positive) compared to Nyoka, so him having little details like that on his face already adds a little more flair to make him stand out. I think for Nyoka it’s fine to omit them given how much he already has going on and my priorities. (But they’re there 😳. I still think they’re cool looking.)

As for the undershirt, that’s just me pointing out that scales are there but just happen to be covered as a result.

It’s just a a design thing and a visual shorthand attempt on my end to register a more “diligent book-type” student amongst a dorm of primarily athletes. Also he looked kinda weird to me in the standard dorm uniform without it. Kind of in that same way Ruggie would look kinda weird if he wasn’t wearing the dorm uniform in the way he does that fits his character more. (For reference: the default Savanaclaw uniform is how Jack and other NPCs wear it. It just looked weird on him is all.)

But I suppose in-universe It could also be read as a means of Nyoka once again just trying to blend into the background. He just dresses like that willingly. 😩 He just doesn’t want attention. He’s not wearing heels in his dorm uniform, I didnt show it but trust me.

He has scales lining the sides of his entire body length, but unless I were to show off his base mannequin, no one would really be able to know lol 😂 Having them peek out around the neck was just a more subtle visual indicator of what he is and neat looking to me. Adds a lil’ bit of spice that was lost in the shuffle. That’s really it. Just pointing out that they’re there.

UHHHHHHUNNGH I LOVE answering stuff like this thank you 😭😭 Anything that involves me explaining design choices tends to make me act a fool since it’s pretty rare so I might overdo it a bit. Literally even the tiniest aspects have paragraphs worth of reasonings behind it so i uhhsgdhdghs i promise all this stuff is intentional. And im only scratching the surface tbh. 😭👍 but thank yooou💃💖💖

[otherone12]

Hi! Can you write a Gerard x Chubby!Reader smut?

Maybe readers feeling a little self conscious so Gerard shows them how much he loves her?

Afab!Reader preferably

Thank you! -Anon

You Are Perfect

Gerard Way x Chubby!Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! Sorry for took that long! I wasn't sure if i shoul post this yet, cause im not the best smut writer, but here it is! Well, hope u like it! <3 (If it turned out too different from what you imagined, let me know and I'll try to fix it :) ) (i'm also working on a christmas fic!!)

Summary: You felt insecure about your body, but Gerard did his best to make you feel loved, pretty and enough. (this is basicly a fluf smut... there was no much backstory)

- Word Count: 1.820

- Warnings: AFBA SMUT

- Ps: I'm kinda awful writing smut...

- Ps2: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV (reader)

It was the third dress I put on and nothing seems to fit. Looking in the mirror I only see my imperfections, my arms are not as thin as I wanted, my stomach feels even bigger than the last time I checked. 

I didn't want to go out, I didn't want to have to see my boyfriend, the only thing I wanted was to be alone and hide. 

I dont always feel like that, I mean, I normally don't feel like this. I'm comfortable the way I am, but those last few days I just hated the way I look, and worse, I started to doubt Gerard's feelings for me.

Why is he still with me? He is so gorgeous, so kind, so smart, talented… he is all perfect… and I cant even be pretty enough to deserve him. 

And there I was… sitting on our bed, with my hands on my face, trying not to convey my feelings, I took a deep breath and adjusted my posture. Just in time, because as soon as I did, Gerard walked in. 

- Hey, babe… - he looked at me and I saw his smile fading when he noticed something wasn't right. - What's wrong? Are you okay? 

- Yeah, I'm fine, Gee… - It was a lie, and he knew it. I can't hide anything from him.

- C'mon, sugar, you don't need to hide anything from me… - he sat by my side, placing his hand on my shoulder. 

- It's not important, Gee… seriously - Damn my fake smile is awful - I'm fine…

I turned my face to avoid his look, but he held my chin gently, forcing me to look at him. 

- Hey… If you’re like this, it is important - The concern on his eyes made tears form in my eyes - Tell me… we can solve this and-

- There's no way to solve this, Gerard. - I spat it out all at once, maybe I raised my voice a little, but then I felt a knot on my throat, and now my voice started to break  - I'm… like this… and I can't change it… 

I pointed to my body, and that tear ran down my cheek.

- I tried, I swear I tried… - My voice trembling while I still tried to pull myself together -   but nothing worked…

- Wait… is this about your body? - he furrowed his eyebrows, turning really serious, his hand reaching for mine - Because if it is…

- of course it is! - my breaking voice just turned into a barely whisper when I pronounced the next sentence - I can't understand why you are still with me… 

His eyes widened, and he got up from the bed, standing in front of me and gently holding my hands. 

- Don't you dare talk like this! - He didn't raise his voice, but the confidence in his speech silenced him. -  You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen! not just this, you are funny, smart, kind and, in my eyes, perfect. I love you… more than I ever loved anyone.

His words were sincere, so sincere that I almost believed them, but I couldn't shake the feeling of not being enough...  

- Gee, I love you too… - i sighed, looking deep in his eyes -  but you don't need to say this things to make me feel better- 

- I mean it. Every single word. - He cut me off, seriously again, with a look of defiance, as if I was doubting him and he needed to prove to me that he was right - But if you can't believe me, I will have to show you. 

 Before I could do anything, he leaned into a kiss, a kiss that I didn't refuse. His soft lips pressed against mine, while his hand was still holding my chin, while the other made its way to my waist. I gasped when I felt it, parting the kiss. 

- Gee… - our foreheads touched, and I felt his breath on my face. Looking at his hazel eyes i whispering with uncertainty - You really don't need to-

- I want it. - His voice was firm, but kind at the same time, a soft smile appeared in his lips- Let me do this, babe… 

His lips found mine again, deeper this time, his hand sliding up to the back of my neck. I melted into him, my hands clutching at his shirt as his kiss grew more urgent. His tongue brushed against mine, sending a shiver down my spine, and I let myself get lost in him.

He trailed kisses along my jaw, his breath warm against my skin as his hands slipped beneath my shirt. His thumbs brushed over my sides, his touch reverent and unhurried 

- you're so pretty… - he murmured against my skin, making me shiver. 

His touch was tender when his hand slipped under my shirt, pressing his thumbs on my skin. His kisses went down my neck, and my fingers tangled up his hair.

It felt good, even though I still couldn't shake the feeling of not being enough. The warmth of his lips sucking softly on my neck, and he ran his hands on my back. 

- So beautiful… - my skin trembling with his voice. 

I gasped as he lifted my shirt over my head, leaving me espoused before him. My instinct was to cover myself, but Gerard caught my hands, his eyes locking onto mine

- Cmon, babe… - he was really close to me, and I couldn't avoid his gaze. His tone was calm and sweet. - Don't hide yourself… if you want me to stop, just tell me. 

- I… I don't want you to stop. - my voice was uncertain again. I knew I needed this, but I didn't wanted to admit it.

- Good, cause you deserve it… 

His smile was soft and reassuring as he leaned in to kiss me again, his hands brushing along my sides, sending shivers through me. He unclasped my bra with practiced ease, his lips trailing down my collarbone as the fabric fell away.

- You’re incredible, - He murmured.

His hands cupped my breasts as his lips kissed the sensitive skin just above them.

My breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as his kisses grew deeper, more insistent, and going down to my stomach. 

In normal circumstances I would probably blush, or push him away, but all the tenderness on his moves made me want more and more. 

My heart raced when his hand affectionately sllipt to the waistband of my jeans, tracing a line to the buttons. He took his time unbuttoning it, then his gaze met mine, Gerard gas a sweet grin on his face while he put it down, making sure to run his hands all over my thighs.

Once my pants were on the floor, he sighed.

- I wish you could see yourself the way I see you… - there was a slight disappointment in his voice, but at the same time I could feel the affection in the way he said it. 

Soon, I felt the warmth of his lips on my thighs, pressing soft kisses and savoring every inch of my skin. Gerard's hands gently pulled my legs apart, and I shivered with anticipation.  

When his lips reached the inner part of my thigh, a soft moan escaped my lips, the sensation of his mouth sending ripples of heat through me. His kisses moved higher, making me crave him closer. My fingers tangled again in his hair, pulling him toward me, needing him more than ever.

Soon, he took off the rest of my underwear, and looked up at me, i cupped his face, his eyes with an genuine desire that i refused to believe for a while, but without esitation, he said: 

- You are so, so gorgeous… 

And I believed. But I couldn't say anything, my words were replaced by a gasp when I felt his tongue on me, my hands went back to his hair, and his grip on my hips were really tight.

He knew exactly how to move it to make me feel good. My breath hitched, and I felt that sensation on my lower stomach, he reached my clit and I whimpered loudly, pulling him even closer, and then my orgasm washed me over. 

Gerard pulled back off between my thighs, and leaned up over me, kissing me deeply. I could taste myself on his lips while his tongue danced with mine. 

- Sugar, you're so perfect. - he murmured on my lips - I love you, more than you can imagine. 

- I love you too, Gee - I replied, still out of breath. 

His hands up on my waist, pulling me closer. My sweat body pressed against his clothes. your thumbs making circles on my skin.

- Good, cause I'm not done yet. - a mischievous smile appeared on his lips, which soon reached my neck - You are too pretty to stop now. 

Gerard started to undress himself, and when his pants were off, it was obvious how much he wanted that by the evident bulge on his boxers, which soon reached the floor. 

His lips met mine one last time, before I felt him thrusted carefully inside of me.

- Damn, you’re so perfect. - He groaned - And you feel so good.

- Gee… - was the only thing I managed to say between some gasps. - Yeah… 

It wasn't too long till I needed to cum again. The feeling of him inside of me was nothing but perfect. All those insecurities I've had in the last few days, just disappeared. His sweet words filled the room while his touch showed how much he cared. 

We both came together and I couldn't feel more loved. He has this way to make me feel better, even when everything seems wrong. 

We laid back on the bed, my head in his bare pale chest, my arms around his waist. He pressed a kiss on my forehead, his fingertips tracing my skin. I looked up at him.

- Thank you, Gee…- a sheepish smile appeared on my face - you didn't need to do this… 

- Of course i needed, - he let out a small chuckle - You’re perfect. And you need to know that. You need to believe it.

As we lay there, tangled in the softness of the blankets, I couldn’t help but smile. The weight of my insecurities felt lighter, almost like they were being lifted by every tender word, every loving touch that Gerard had given me. My heart still raced from the intensity of everything, but now, it was a sweet, content kind of racing.

His fingers traced idle patterns on my back, soothing me in a way that made everything feel... right. His breath was steady, calm, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart beneath me, reminding me that I was not alone. The space between us was warm, and it felt like it was filled with more than just physical closeness, it was filled with a quiet understanding, a love that made me feel seen, truly seen, in ways I hadn’t thought were possible.

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~ So.. thats it! Lemme know if u liked <3

(U guys think i should do a tag list?)

[whoisneo404]

Sorry I’ve read all of the Nick fics and I’m in love with your writing, I was wondering are you ok with me requesting some things like a curvy male reader and I mean like man titties, some stomach, big ass, thick thighs cause they save lives with Nick

Maybe it could be a headcanon post

the reader probably wore things like tight high/low rise bell bottoms, a skims dresses, basically clothing that shows off his body more, would his brothers wonder how Nick pulled male reader, if he were to be posted would his fans ask “NO WAY NICK CAN HANDLE ALL THAT” just a funny concept that would make me feel included.

hope you enjoy this, and im so glad you send this request, it warmed my heart the "it would make me feel included".

Nick x Chubby Reader

Not NSFW but sex is implied in one point.

• Nick loves you. He fell in love with you a long time ago and found the courage to confess, to his surprise you said yes. So now you two are dating.

• Nick loves the way you dress. He loves you fashion sense, he thinks you have the best outfit ideas and he LOVES how you make your body look. He stares at you a lot when you are getting ready, admiring you curves, rolls and plumpness. Sometimes when you catch him staring, he gets shy and his face blushes.

• Nick is a big fan of buying clothes for you and with you.

• Nick is the fan number one of physical touch when he is with you. His hands HAVE to be on you. He loves, loooves, LOVES cuddling with you. He likes to hug you; he will lay on your tummy and thighs…

• Speaking of thighs. He loves them, so big, soft and warm, perfect to crush him. He will put his head between them, resting the back of his head against your stomach. Nick will beg you to play with his hair while the two of you talk and catch up.

• He also likes the fact that he is strong. He will pick you up. I will. I will make you sit on his lap and reassure you that you don’t need to worry about anything because he is a strong boy. (I too get self-conscious when getting picked up by someone or sitting in someone’s lap, im kinda self-projecting here lmao)

• You are in the background of a few videos. Fans going crazy when Nick made a ‘soft launch’ of your relationship. Some people showering you in love and warm welcomes. You and Nick started posting more content with you in it, everyone always complimented your fits and eventually you opened an Instagram to post pictures and videos showing your clothes and how to combine/style them.

• Matt and Chris love you but always joke around with Nick that he can’t handle you, and that it must be tiring doing all the job in bed. Nick always gets pouty and mad as his brothers and you just laugh it off.

• Nick loveeees to grab your thighs, tummy, waist and arms and squeeze them. He also picked up the habit of biting you (gently and loving of course).

• Nick who is absolutely in love with you and is not afraid of showing you off. He made you model for some merch and space camp photos. He also posts pictures with/of you to his stories and snaps regularly.

• Nick will playfully squeeze your man tits and say they help him release stress. He also loves laying his head in your chest, like a lot. He says he gets his best sleep when he has his head there.

• Big fan of summer because he gets to see you in more revealing and fresh clothes. He will go feral when you wear dresses or skirts, but his favorites are crop tops. He melts when you show off your stomach, he will buy you more crop tops and short, fresh clothes every summer.

• Over all, amazing boyfriend who will volunteer to get crushed by your thighs. Such a cutie.

Taglist: @freshloveforthefit @shywolfapricotfan @sturnphilia @matty-bear @thenickgirl @stvrniolvsp @paige05 @soursturniolo @miloisdone1 @teenagetrash00 @lovely-calypso @h3arts4harry @malirosee

[crystallizsch]

ian, i have a question regarding your ocs if you don’t mind!! we often see your ocs in their nrc uniforms or in event outfits, but what would their everyday outfits look like and/or how would they dress if they could get their hands on their dream wardrobe (i.e. no limitations by idk… being whisked into a new world with no money or belongings)? in the same vein, do any of them have body mods like piercings or tattoos?

partially motivated by the aspect that clothing can reveal a lot about a person/character and one of my first questions for ocs being “okay now what piercings does this dork have” :>

also hiiii new moot, i’m still super giddy about that :]

OO HI HI THIS WAS REALLY FUN TO THINK ABOUT CASUAL OUTFITS HERE THEY BE 💥💥💥

okay uh unskippable monologue below the cut beware because i just went on a design/outfit tangent hfndndjd

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SURPRISINGLY (other than in her intro post) i think i’ve only drawn yuusha in her main casual fit in these posts with jamil -> (💜) (💜) (💜) where they’re in kinda like their silly dating arc which i dont know where to place in their relationship timeline so i just figured it’s an au of some sort

(firstly i’m not 100% aware of fashion/clothing terms so forgive me, i’m just gonna use the generic terms)

ANYWAYS yuusha loves loose fits or just generally clothing that feels comfy and breathable if that makes sense, especially around her upper torso because sometimes it makes her feel self-conscious that she doesnt have a noticeable chest.

the way i would describe her casual clothing is just like- effortless-looking clothing while still managing to look nice/pretty/fashionable somewhat. she dresses for comfort AND style.

she’s fine with tight/flexible pants though, like leggings so she can move around more freely and that it’s breathable.

other than that, overall she just likes casual/warm/cozy fits that aren’t too “loud” like, just monochrome and soft colors.

but when it comes to special events, she’s more confident in dressing like a gentlemanly lady killer while still keeping that feminine vibe bc what better way to channel your feminine prowess is by beating the guys at their own game.

personally i could never do piercings/tattoos but i LOVE seeing them on others. (for piercings the most im kinda comfy having/giving my ocs with is ear piercings but otherwise it’s awesome seeing different kinds of piercings/tattoos when it comes to others) so for yuusha, i think the most she’d be willing is a few tattoos and some ear piercings.

also omg matching couple tattoos aaagh maybe i’d give yuusha and jamil one post-nrc

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fun fact: when i was designing yuuna, their features weren’t usually my go-tos when making personas (the only thing was my usual was hairstyle and eye color) bc i thought i’d be over and done with twst after a bit (but look where i am now and yuuna had quite grown on me 😔)

theyre my pink barbie doll where i channel all the whimsy, cutesy fashion choices that i wish i could wear lmao 😭

similar to yuusha, they’d wear anything regardless of gender presentation. but their preference leans towards more feminine.

yuuna’s fashion choices are definitely more “loud” like more patterns, more brighter colors, etc. anything to stand out. (i know it doesn’t show in the doodle i did but hfbdjsjs i love outfit designs but i'm not super skilled in that area yet) they also like warm/cozy outfits but instead of monochrome colors, it’ll be more colorful.

and if THEY COULD, i can see them in various kinds of lolita fashion. yuuna would absolutely walk around in those if they could.

(thanks again to @/0honeybones0 for the name dividers 🙏💕)

[moonrisecoeur]

sub!ada x dom!fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, pegging (reader gives/ada receives), maid!ada!!! mention of mr loser himself leon kennedy :3 this is goofy don’t take me too seriously im tired and delusional.

ada doesn’t beg. she doesn’t plead, even on her knees, looking up at you like she’s still in control. it’s adorable, really, how pathetic she gets. she tries and tries to seem like she has you wrapped around her finger, but really? if you asked her to do something, she would do it immediately. no questions asked. maybe she’s not the soft, sweet submissive type, but she’s obedient.

she doesn’t like to act like a brat because being ‘put in her place’ is degrading. no, she decides where her place is. if that’s at your feet, kneeling like the cute little thing she is, then that’s because it was her decision. she wanted to be all yours, claimed by you.

but just because she doesn’t act like a brat doesn’t mean she won’t push back just a little bit. girl might need knee pads with how much she’s on her knees for you.

“i’m not going to be your maid, that’s.. that’s not me,” she says, but it feels more like a plea, like a please take me and dress me up in a cute little maid outfit and make me do our household chores and fuck me stupid. ada knows you’re not stupid; you can translate her coded words.

“of course you are,” you smile and she secretly aches to please you, a need to be yours entirely formed deep within her self conscious as her dignity continues circling the drain, “now put the dress on. i’ll help you with the… accessories.”

“are you… really serious about this?” her voice please because why the fuck are you trying to make your long term official off limits situationship friends with benefits fuck buddy— whatever the hell you want to call her— your, what, servant? you going to underpay her for her labor too?

“yes,” you smirk, and fuck you must be evil to do this to her. why the hell would you act like this if you weren’t cruel and evil and awful and terrible—

in your defense, it fits her perfectly. literally feels like it was custom made to her measurements, and given how adamant you are about this, she assumes it was. it’s black and white and lacy and so, so fucking hot on her that your jaw almost drops to the ground when you see it on her. it’s short and provocative and easily accessible, which is nice. you like her easily accessible.

you help put on the stockings, the lacy wrist cuffs, the garters.

“this is humiliating,” she remarks.

“good, that’s the point. now, go take care of your chores, maid.”

“jesus…” she sighs, running a gloved hand through her dark hair, “i guess i’ll just like… go do the dishes in the sink? this is weird…” she whispers to herself, “why can’t my girlfriend have normal fantasies..”

you just chuckle, going on your phone and ignoring her. she hates being ignored, but this is part of the roleplay, so… whatever. they dishes needed to be done anyway. who cares if they only got done because you’re weird and kinky and ada is quite pathetically obedient?

while she’s in the middle of cleaning a plate, she feels hands on her hips, feeling her up, and fingers rubbing back and fourth teasingly between her legs. your little outfit was missing underwear, but hey, it’s not like she’s complaining. god she feels so wet and turned on that she might start dripping onto the floor.

“f-fuck..” she groans, “i… you… uh- i-”

and you coo, sweetly praising her as if she had done you a favor by stuttering stupidly, “awh, cutie,” you whisper in her ear, and she feels small, unintelligent, submissive, “this is it, folks,” you whisper, directly to her, “this is ada wong. not the strong, clever, somewhat manipulative girl that fought to survive over and over again, but a pathetic little… maid. that’s it. that’s all you are…”

she whimpers, god it’s music to your ears as you bend her over the counter, dishes completely abandoned, and she feels the silicone cock pressed against her ass, silently asking for her permission to fuck her. she whines out of need for your strap and that’s all you need to go figuratively balls deep inside of her.

the entire dildo inside of her pussy causes her breath to catch in her throat. she thinks she might just stop breathing overall at this rate if you keep randomly deciding you want to fuck her like this, “leon doesn’t hold a candle to me, does he? he’s fucking nothing compared to me and how good my cock feels. you hear me? he’s nothing,” your voice says, mockingly. you wonder breiefly if leon fucking kennedy knows you’re fucking the girl he’s stupidly in love with. poor guy.

she gets fucked like the stupid whore maid she is and then once she orgasms and completely falls apart on your cock, too weak to stay up on her legs, she can’t help but collapse to the floor of your kitchen. you look down at her, she looks up at you, whimpering like a kicked puppy and fuck if it isn’t sexy on her.

“well, these dishes won’t do themselves, will they, my maid?”

“no, ma’am, i… i’m so sorry, they won’t, i… i’ll get right on—.”

“—oh my god, ada, babe.. i wasn’t be serious,” you giggle, suddenly out of character, and the whiplash hits her a little too hard. helping her up to her feet, she’s a little wobbly but she stands with your support, “just a roleplay, baby. you’re not literally my maid. just breathe… you okay?”

“uhm… yeah, yeah i- i am…” she stutters, trying to compose herself, “you do the dishes, then. i’m gonna go take a shower…”

[wildshona]

Collecting the Dress

The Sunday after the Samhain party I had been helping my friend move more stuff into her flat in the morning. How can she own so much stuff? I got back home needing a shower which was so hot and relaxing and then Chris relaxed me even more by bringing me off with his hands.

Somehow the afternoon disappeared and then Chris is insisting i have another shower and get dressed in the clothes he has laid out for me. Now that really got the juices goin cos in the last few Sundays dressing nice has meant Toni. Do you realise how difficult it is not to spoil a dress when you’ve got your juices oozing. Maybe that’s why he put knickers out – not that there was much fabric to them. The dress was another little black number that was quite floaty, not tight. And this time he didn’t put out a bra which meant my nipples went hard as soon as i had put the dress on. As with the recent Sundays i was in stockings with suspenders and thr dress was short enough that the suspenders and stocking tops were below the hem. I looked like a slut.

He drove me around to Toni’s place and rang the doorbell then he turned, got in the car and drove away. The door was opened by the Housekeeper and she took me through to the garden, where the marquee was still up from Samhain, and then through to a building at the end of the garden. Sweet fuck a swimming pool. Not a big one but a swimming pool nevertheless. Swimming lengths was a naked Toni.

Hang your clothes on a hook and come in.

I haven’t got a costume

Neither have i

So i stripped off and got into the pool. The water was warm but my nipples still hardened as Toni came up to me and kissed me on the lips. We swam for a while then got out.

We lay on some loungers talking and sipping wine which the housekeeper brought in. There were heaters above us and we gradually dried. Toni stood and put out her hand to me, pulling me up and into her. Toni is about 5 foot 8 i guess so is 6 inches taller than me. She has long thick black hair which she normally wears down unless she is at the surgery. Deep broen eyes and a full lips.

She is slim and that just shows up her tits even more. 38 probably D cup? I don’t know i’ve never had to think too much about tits that size cos i’m never going to get any. Shaved between the legs. Age? Late thirties, maybe early forties.

Anyway, she told me i didn’t really need to get dressed. “Just the stockings, suspenders and shoes.” OK, then.

We walked through to the lounge where she left me for a full half hour. The housekeeper brought me more wine and made sure i was warm enough. When Toni finally got back her hair was dried and she was wearing a red dress and heels which immediately made me self conscious given that i was only wearing stockings suspenders and shoes with my tits and naked cunt just out there.

Come on, dinner is ready.

Lamb cooked in a Moroccan sauce, followed by vanilla ice cream and a fabulous red wine.

Then back to the lounge. She sat on a sofa pulling her skirt as she sat so that her knickerless cunt was exposed.

Why don’t you have some more dessert? she purred.

It was obvious what she meant so i went down between her parted thighs and set my tongue to work on her clit and cunt. I pride myself im good at licking cunt. And Toni certainly wasn’t complaining as i pushed my tongue into her. We had been going for about ten minutes when she leant towards me and pulled my head in tight to her cunt. You know how that feels mouth pressed jaw almost cracking, and then she shuddered again and again and the sweetest juice flowed in to my mouth and down my chin.

When she had finished she gently pushed me back and looked at me.

You are such an exquisite little thing, she said, and Chris says I can have you whenever I want. She paused. If you would like.

My fingers had been between my fingers all the time I had been down on her and my body chose just this moment to rock me and put an earthquake in me so hard i fell backwards.

When i had finished and saw herm smiling one eyebrow raised.

“Yes please.”

Good, follow me.

She took me through the dining room, through a door – the one she had used to exit the night of the Samhain party and into the kitchen where the housekeeper was sipping a glass of wine.

She introduced me to her. Even I was getting self conscious now being introduced to this very efficient lady in a service dress almost out of the 1930s and I’m wearing just stockings and suspenders and heels with noticeably wet inner thighs.

I was apparently to have my own room where I would stay when necessary. Then it was back to the lounge for a brandy.

A little later the door bell rang. Chris was ushered in and he kissed Toni on the cheeks and me on the lips and we left. Ah ha you say but she is not wearing anything. I wasn’t. At the door the House keeper had my Samhain dress and the dress I had arrived in that evening wrapped in plastic like u would get at a dry cleaners.

“I’m keeping these.” Toni said picking up my knickers from a small table. Then naked me was out in the cold air running to the car which Chris had heated to the max.

As we drove home he asked me if i had enjoyed myself. I told him all about it and then there was another naked run from the garage to the lift to our flat.

I asked him about what Toni had said, that he had agreed that she could have me whenever she wanted.

“That a problem?”

“No.”

“Alright then.”

He pushed me down on to the rug , unzipped his trousers, let his cock out and fucked my almost naked body with his fully dressed one until I came and he filled my dripping cunt with cum.

[shhuuga]

🧊 — BIG BARBIE, BITCH ON ICE.

[ prev. chap, next chap. summary — our barbies are exhausted! what better way to relax then to sit around reminiscing about being bad ass kids while sitting around the pool? ★ ]

You sigh, lying back on one of the guest rooms beds and breathing in the cool, clean air that surrounds you. chan must've cleaned this place like hell you think to yourself as you close your eyes, just letting the air of the bedroom cool your body, a few goosebumps prickling your skin. you hear two pairs of house shoes hitting the ground and before you can sit up, faye is opening the door with eva right behind her, both smiling seeing that you're ready for the pool.

"c'mon, y/n! i wanna see if i can still backflip!" faye urges, all too excited to cool off in some water. you and eva rolled your eyes simultaneously, faye is always up and moving.

"i'm coming, faye! can a girl take a breather? those 'say-sangs' were scary as hell!" you cross your arms over your swimsuit as you exit the room, suddenly feeling a lot more self conscious considering you were in a house full of men. "let me grab my--"

"noooo! c'mon, they got towels down thereee" faye pouts, already knowing that you wanted to grab your favorite cover up, and clearly being against it. you roll your eyes again, shrugging it off and beginning to walk down the steps.

minho looks up from his phone when he hears you and the girls enter the living room, he raises his hand and drops it before looking back down at his phone.

"you don't swim?" your voice makes him raise his head again, noticing that now your friends are both looking back at you and him, closer to the door than you are. he's dressed in swim trunks and a t-shirt, so it would be odd is he wasn't planning on swimming. before you came down though, he really wasn't.

"i do. but last time i did i got hit with a ball, so." he mumbles the last bit, feeling embarrassed once it actually came out of his mouth. fuck, was it hot? he was hot. you're hot. is he blushing? minho's head races even faster when he hears you chuckle. not in an "im laughing at your pain" way, more of a "that's a funny story" way. whatever way it was, it was making him sweat. he needs some water.

"well, make sure it doesn't happen this time." you smile, you fucking smile at him. holy shit, is he okay? he smiles back, and stands up to follow you. his heart is racing at a million miles per hour and it feels like he's watching himself walk next to you, tell him about the kind of content you do, and how this trip will make some perfect videos.

c'mon, y/n! talk about something other than content! for the love! you didn't know what else to say! almost your whole life after highschool has been documented online. makeup tutorials, vlogging, shopping hauls, the whole nine! when you weren't making videos, you were at mingling parties with other people who made content. eva had her cosmetics company, and faye had her singing career. but you were just "big barbie". the head huncho of the group? sure. the best known? absolutely! but that's it. you were a content creator. it was in this oddly insignificant moment that you realized you wanted something more.

.. how long has eva been talking to you?

"...and remember that time we flipped all of mr. chester's chairs and desks over and hid in the supply closet across the hall to get his reaction? it was amazing!" you smiled and nodded, not knowing quite what to say about the story, she tells it every time you three meet new people. it kind of kills the vibe because you and faye have to awkwardly fake a laugh.

you lay back onto the towel that's laid on the ground behind you, the water swaying softly against your ankles. the sounds around you are in sharp contrast, hyunjin and felix on the opposite side of the pool arguing about something, jeongin ans seungmin playing a very loud game of volleyball, and eva laughing as loud as humanly possible at changbin's joke. it was weird, eva was never like that, even around guys she liked. maybe she was just nervous, whatever.

"hey!" chris, your saving fucking grace from this headache of a quote un-quote "relaxation period", calls from inside the house, hanging his head out of the back door. he's got on his business casual, black slacks and a white button-up with a few pieces of jewelry. he waves to you, eva and faye before calling to the other members in Korean. "help me with this meat, we're having barbecue!"

you smile as faye walks over, holding her go-pro in her left hand, speaking to it as she approaches you.

"here she is, just sitting pretty.. isn't she so pretty?" the younger smiles brightly at you, weary of her wet hair from dripping on you. you smile and close your eyes, the sun beaming on your brown skin.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Sup rogue and im back with another request! Tho for now its just gonna be a vanilla wednesday req, no additional power lore added

Wednesday x Reader

One of the students pranked wednesday by somehow slipping a potion that makes you de-age back into a child for a couple of days and Reader and Enid just takes care of her while she is in this state.

Got this inspiration with this pic

Wednesday x Reader

"Enid! Y/N!"

The two of you are in the quad when you turn to see an out of breath Xavier and Ajax. The two of them immediately grab your arms to try and pull you somewhere.

"Whoa, what's going on?" You ask, stunned by their urgency. "Hey, cool your jets."

Xavier whirls around with wide eyes. "Someone decided to pull a prank on Wednesday and... You just gotta see this."

When you all enter the classroom where Wednesday was, you're greeted by a peculiar sight. Three boys were huddled in the corner on top of a table. The look on in fear as a small child with dark pigtails stands with a knife in her hands.

"What in the..." You manage to get out. The boys' eyes dart over to you and you can see the sheer terror in them.

"Dude, tell her to back off. It was just a joke." One cries.

"It'll wear off in a couple days. We're sorry, please let us go." Another sobs.

The last boy just trembles between the two. You almost feel sorry for them if it wasn't for the fact that they were dumb enough to mess with Wednesday.

Speaking of, you glance at the small child, who was now looking at you with dead eyes. The knife in her hands was nearly the size of her whole arm. Somehow, her uniform reverted to her childhood black dress, which you've only seen in photos. You look at her eyes again and you catch it. The child-like mirth in them from causing pain and torture. You knew how to handle teenage Wednesday. Let's see if you can handle the child version.

"Wednesday," you started, kneeling down to her level. " How long do you intend on playing with those boys?"

The young goth just gives a creepy smile. "Until I'm bored. It's fun to scare them." Her voice throws you off a bit, but little Wednesday wasn't too far off from her older self. Just a little less restraint on her actions. Enid steps up and tries to help.

"Uh... It's really no fun to just stand there. How about we go and play somewhere else?" While the wolf was normally great with kids, she didn't know what to expect at all with her kiddy roommate. Wednesday just ignores her to stare at the trembling boys, tapping her knife on the floor threateningly.

You lean towards Enid and whisper, "This IS fun for her..." The blonde just sighs.

"Why don't you just grab her and pick her up?"

Everyone just turns to look at Ajax. Suddenly self conscious of his suggestion, he just shrugs. You, Enid and Xavier just point to the girl and say "Knife."

"Oh, right."

You sit on the floor and think for a bit before snapping your fingers. "Oh! Thing could help us out. He should know how young Wednesday operates."

Enid jumps in agreement and goes to find him. You in turn move to sit behind Wednesday, joining her in staring menacingly at the pranksters. She glances at you before turning back to her task.

"Dude, what're you doing??"

You give them a sly grin. "I mean, you had it coming, so I'm just joining the fun."

"Duuuuude...."

Enid comes back with Thing in tow, much to the relief of the boys. He scurries over and taps a few times towards Wednesday.

"But I don't want to leave. I'm having fun with Y/N here."

He taps another few times, causing the tiny goth to look at you.

"You'll be with me all day?" Those words made your heart swell.

"Death Heart, I'll be with you for as long as you want me to."

You can see a small upturn of Wednesday's lips and she drops her knife. She wraps her arms around your neck and you pick her up. Turning to the pranksters, you give a smirk.

"You'll be okay for now. Can't say how you'll be when this wears off."

They run off, tripping over each other and you take Wednesday back to her room with Enid and Thing in tow. Xavier and Ajax just sigh, glad to not have to deal with the situation.

-----+++++-----

You had informed Principal Weems about the situation. It would've been near impossible to convince her if you didn't have a tiny Wednesday in your arms. The older woman just ran her hand over her face and took the names of the bullies before sending you off with permission to skip classes for a few days.

Now in Wednesday's and Enid's room, you and the blonde were figuring out ways to entertain the little girl. So far, she was wandering the room with new eyes, taking stock of her side. Thing followed her around, keeping an eye on her. He tapped for a bit, as if thinking before snapping his fingers and scurrying to the crystal ball on the table. He gave it a slight wave then drums his fingers impatiently.

"What are you doing?" You ask the hand as you walked up. Answering your question, you see Wednesday's mother, Morticia, appear on the sphere.

"Oh? What a surprise. I wasn't expecting a call, let alone from you two." It seemed like a pleasant surprise for her. "What's going on? Is something wrong?"

You were about to pipe up, only to be interrupted by a tiny goth wanting your attention. The girl tugs at your sleeve and you pick her up into Morticia's view.

"Oh dear. I see what's wrong now." While a worried look graces her face, there's a fond nostalgia that accents it. "Tell me what happened."

Wednesday hangs out in your arms as you explain the situation. She's as still as a doll as she watches her mother's reactions. The warmth you emanate almost lulls her to sleep as you finish and she jolts awake at the sound of her mother's voice.

"I see. Thankfully, I am familiar with this potion and those boys are correct. It will take a few days, but it should naturally filter out of her system." You nod in response. "I do hope she'll stay out of trouble in the meantime." Morticia looks pointedly at Wednesday and the small girl just smirks in response.

"We'll do our best, ma'am."

You hang up the... crystal ball and turn your attention to the child in your arms. There's an edge of affection in her dark eyes and you just know that you're wrapped around her little fingers.

"Looks like we'll just have to deal with this until it wears off."

-----+++++-----

A few days have passed and poor Enid was at her wits end. There were several plushie casualties before you managed to head to Uriah's Heap to get a few dolls for Wednesday to play with. The blonde ended up just letting you take the reins on caring for the small child with the caveat that you made sure she didn't lose anymore of her stuffed animals. It was easy enough for you to do, especially with Thing there to help.

Now, you were sitting on the floor with Wednesday, building a miniature guillotine that her parents sent over for her. This was something you never thought you'd do in your lifetime, but it definitely was fun to see how excited Wednesday was about the whole thing.

"Now we make sure the blade is sharp enough before we attach it." She hands you a whetstone with a sparkle in her eyes. "Can you do it for me? I don't have the strength to do it right now."

"Of course." you take the stone from her and set yourself up. Taking a quick assessment of the blade, you glide its edge along the stone. A sharp 'shing' could be heard each time you draw it across. With another cursory look, you pluck a strand of hair from your head and hand it to Wednesday. She holds it above the blade and lets it fall.

it splits as soon as it touches the edge.

With a wide smile, the small girl pulls you to attach the blade to the guillotine. As you did that, she sets up one of her dolls in the stock and rests its head on it. As soon as you were done, you nod to the girl.

"Ready?"

Without missing a beat, Wednesday hits the lever and the blade falls, chopping off the doll's head with a smooth cut. She claps her hands excitedly. Upon the last clap, however, a puff of smoke surrounds the child. It drives you into a panic until it dissipates, revealing Wednesday back in her teenage form.

"Oh good. You're okay." You lean close to try and assess her condition. "No side effects? Still wanna torture those guys?"

The goth stands and checks over herself before nodding. "All seems well. Back to normal." Her eyes turn to you and she lets out a frustrated sigh. "... Thank you for taking care of me while I was... Indisposed."

"No problem," you reply with a shrug. "And I won't mention it. You might have to bribe Enid with more plushies though."

"She has more than enough... But I'll acquiesce, I suppose. An apology for my childish impulses."

With a nod, you get to your feet. "I'll help out with that." You let out a stretch and a groan. "For now, are you hungry or do you wanna find those guys and make 'em pay?"

Wednesday just walks up to you and pulls you into a quick, but heated kiss. "A date will suffice for now. I haven't been able to properly enjoy our time together for a few days."

The kiss left you baffled, but a dopey smile appeared on your face. "Yeah, I missed you too."

[sloshys]

HI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THERE ARE OTHER DAAN/O'SAA SHIPPERS OUT HERE????? PLEASE TELL ME ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTS IM FUCKING DESPERATE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BEGGING YOU

My little fucking guys

Im so fucking bad when it comes to writing hcs or character analysis. Im going to try it out but i hope someone who’s a writer and whos interested this pairing gets to explain it all better than i can.

Everything under the cut theres some talk about sex at the end but its brief

I want to preface this that despite the fact that im very much into shipping every time i enter a new fandom i dont think any termina characters were able to directly confess their feelings to eachother. They simply have too much going on in mind, too busy surviving or hardly trust eachother. Despite the amount of events happening, i think only 3 days is super short amount of time for these guys to truly be sure of their feelings for eachother and dont have time to think over it ( only Samarie truly makes sense to me cuz she knew Marina before that even if its one sided)

Their parallels

Both of them were doomed to grow up fast in order to survive because of political and religious circumstances that neither had control over. Daan lost his family because they were fervent Sylvian worshippers, and Osaa grew in the chaos of the religious wars ravaging his country (perhaps that's how he lost his father in the process, but that's just a theory). Also, their respective situations parallel each other as they focus on both the traces of the old gods Sylvian (Daan’s parents being bunnymask cultists) and Gro-goroth (war and chaos in Abyssonia). It doesn't mean anything in particular about the characters themselves, but these two old gods did complete each other.

They both had an advanced education with Daan being an apprentice butler and modern medicine while O’saa studied spirituality and religion.

During adulthood, they both went through unspeakable horrors. For Daan, it was war; he only managed to keep his sanity with the letters he exchanged with Elise. For O'saa, it was being haunted by nightmares and his exploration of the dungeon of fear and hunger. These events traumatised them, and they had their own ways to cope with them, but Daan is visibly depressed.

Both seem to have an interest in fashion as they are self conscious on the way they dress. (Daan hates dirtying his clothes and O’saa likes being complimented on them)

Oh so youre both men with two “a ” in your names

Interpretation and headcanons

-O'saa had several people unknowingly open up about their problems at the confessional booth. Daan, who was wandering alone in the church with his thoughts eating him up, decided to give it a go, even if he wasn't religious, even if no one would respond. Part of him felt like it was sort of therapeutic. But to his surprise, someone did respond on the other side of the booth. Daan’s interest perks up when he notices the lack of professionalism from what he would assume to be a priest. They were judgmental and cold, but also understanding and interested at the same time. The rational thoughts of someone who doesn’t follow a specific belief and has their own morals they want to stand by. Yeah nothing like a priest Daan also hears some sort of familiarity with the voice and slowly realises who owns it. Daan would start playfully answering questions until O’saa couldn't keep up his identity. Unlike the other participants, he doesn't come out of the booth laughing; it’s just Daan looking at him smugly while the yellow mage’s expression is between disappointment and irritation. But regardless, they did have a nice talk in there, not that either of them would admit it.

-tbh a lot of their relationship is a back and forth one of them making a joke, the other roll their eyes and they would reply with “why are you always so serious???”

-O’saa secretely likes making Daan laugh. He keeps telling himself because his humor is more of his taste but its mostly cuz Daan always looks so gloomy

-Actually, these two don't know how to express their emotions. Daan sees how distant O’saa is from everyone and kind of wants him to be able to settle in with the group. O'saa, who doesn’t like to show his sympathy, still tries to make Daan laugh at times because he seems worryingly miserable and sad (his own jokes tend to make him laugh more than Daan, however). They just try to cheer each other up in the most complex brain gymnastic game by poking fun and making bad jokes with the worst timing possible, which mostly confuses the both of them more than anything else.

- O’saa doesnt like Daan’s smoking and drinking habits. But he does admit that it gives him a certain charm and the drinks he makes for him

-When O’saa revealed the identity of the Sulfur god to Daan there was this sting of empathy he felt for him despite Nas’hara’s scolding. And didn’t want to reveal to much not just for the sake of forbidden otherworldly knowledge but to spare him from such heavy info when he’s already going though so much grief.

-Daan was, deep down, extremely grateful for O’saa sharing his knowledge. When they met later, he insisted on taking care of O'saa's wounds after he was shot by August’s arrows. But O’saa is always on guard and asks Daan to take his vest off while he holds on to it and his scalpel. He will grab the back of his neck, warning Daan that If he tries anything funny, he will deal him a fatal blow. Despite the fact that it was supposed to create tension, the two were never this physically close to each other before…

-Daan would notice O’saa fragrance and Osaa would notice Daan’s lipstick

-Now sex is a difficult topic. Something that forces them into a state they so desperately tried to avoid their whole lives. The feeling becoming undone by sharing something with someone special or showing vulnerability. A primal feeling, feeling alive. They had a quick fuck to release steam. They try to convince themselves that its for personal satisfaction or giving a helping hand but it ever hardly felt like that. They still had this connection they refused or couldn’t to share with spoken words. It never went too far, but it was never bad. Quite the contrary, the sex was good but always too short

-O’saa realised he had developped a worshipping kink because of Daan. But Daan noticed it much earlier.

[fulllighttrash2]

reasons for me personally to lose weight:

-when ur in an argument, people can't comment on your appearance

-ill be able to see my collarbones

-ill have a thigh gap

-i can wear ripped fishnets without looking ugly and fat

-all of my current clothes will be baggy so i can dress how ive always wanted to

-i hate my boobs so they'll be smaller (good thing for me)

-im short so ill look cute not stubby

-i can eat in public without feeling self conscious

-i never have to worry about my shirt being too tight

-ill be light to pick up

-people will actually want me 😔

-i won't have cellulite

-my scars will be white since my skin will tighten

[kroosluvr]

Im still not over the mirror thing with Sumire...

You think that ever since Yusuke noticed what was going on, as soon as Sumi tells him she cant deal with it by herself thay day, he inmediately starts doing her makeup and hair?

He probably strugled with the hair part a bit at the start, but he was unmatched with the makeup from the get go.

IM NOT OVER IT EITHER AHHHH THEYRE EVERYTHING TO ME

omg i totally imagine it playing out like.. sumire feels insecure seeing her face, not being able to see herself as Sumire Yoshizawa exactly........ and yusuke suggests he try some makeup on her, and new hairstyles (to help her 'figure it out', but mostly just to have fun and take her mind off of it.....)

i imagine he'd do extravagant makeup looks.. very shimmery and pretty... and i imagine he'd (afterward) feel a little self-conscious about how close he was to her and touching her face and all that..!!!! (probably it sinks in AFTER he realizes he has a crush. which probably takes a good while bc yusuke is silly like that)

"pff - what is this!! i can't recognize myself anymore!!" "ah, you don't like it? then, perhaps i will try a different palette..." and she cleans her face off and they try again. and through that she gets the feeling, "oh, i can really just start over and try again. i don't have to try and be one thing, if i don't like what i am right now, it's no big deal, i can just try something new" MY HEART YEOOOWCH

the idea of playing dress-up sounds fun too esp since it fits w sumire's runaway fairytale princess themeing... :') yusuke as her daring prince (albeit an eccentric, bad-eating-habits, peculiar artist prince....) yeah its all coming together...

[im-suchanicegirl]

✨ the EC shows ✨

NYC

• so much sunburn

• the creation of the Barricade Bébés ™ (in moira’s voice), to support the Sweet bébé, boss bébé, shy bébé, grumpy bébé, kurwa bébé and meowmeow bébé

• meowmeow nico ™ is cannon as he goes meowmeow during the show

• fell in love even harder with Bury Tomorrow

• how can you not love a singer looking at you and screaming choke while holding his own throat?! Ilu dani

• we met the guys after the show (except pascal and dan being sneaky and running to the bus)

• Kevin was a sweet bébé as usual, telling @chaotic-gingey to be safe on the road, discussing nostalgia, being kevin 🥰

• thanked him for thr music as it helped me finish my degree in uni and he hugged me after

• i met daniel and apparently we were awkward with each other? I dont think we are. I think we are perfect.

• he thought my name was maggie so obviously im changing my name to Maggie

• we talked with Tank and i went full on hockey mode ™ and we should have kept going. Hes so nice.

Montréal

• not much, i was far up seated, Kevin was hilarious, the brought the BT guys on stage for hypahypa, David wore our hat on stage as well as showed off our flag online after <3.

BOSTON

• it pains me to say i love Boston as im a montrealer.

• we arrived early and saw some of the BT guys pass while i was wearing my BT hoodie. Nice.

• @pastlink and I decided they were opening a thirdwave coffee shop as we didnt see them coming back. Only thing that explains it.

• we tried to be sneaky and speak french but there were other french people in line. Didnt want to alert them to the guys on the other side of the street.

• speaking of, Pascal and Nico basically running off and lesving Kevin to talk with fans 💀

• bury tomorrow was soooo great. Sang my heart out to Davyd while he played bass and made a 🫶🏼 because we were both singing 🥰i love my gremlin bassists

• sang with Dani too

• feared for their lives as they tried to glide / surf on ego risers

• bjorn idiot proofed the stage for ec after by taping the ego risers. (Spoilers: didnt work. Both Daniels had too much fun)

• fuck I love electric callboy. They were so good.

• sang with nico during hate/love

• danced ‘with’ Daniel during the show

• got a 🫶🏼 from dan during the show (and a picture of it)

• caught kurwa’s drumstick

• we talked with Kevin after and he goes ‘it’s fun how youre always dressed up for the shows’ while pointing with his hands at me and looking me up and down, making me feel real self conscious as i was wearing a see through top with ‘hand prints’ like heat colors ocer the chest. But keep going kevin

• nOrth american tour next year yeahhhh

• we saw Dani from BT again and he hugged us

• saw him again and @chaotic-gingey said ‘youre everywhere!’ Making him go ‘im an enigma 😏 ‘ before leaving

• talked with tom from BT too ❤️ the accents are accenting

•went outside and talked with our new friends and we were apparently next to the door the guys were coming out of.

• had an improvised dance party with David, Daniel, @pastlink and @chaotic-gingey to ‘surfin usa’

• daniel got jokes and made @pastlink doubt herself😂❤️

• dan came out and i was about to have a pic sandwiched between both my daniels but daniel snuck back inside so it was david and dan instead

• after 3 times of seeing david and the same techs we decided to leave as we didn’t want to seem annoying

• ended up at the same breakfast place as the BT guys

• 10/10 would follow EC to the end of the world

• blind channels keeps following me everywhere