#it has little pantaloons

[leafofkudzu]

Intensely darting my eyes back and forth between Teekzi's IC shimmerwing skyscale skin and that new moth one..............

[swordmaid]

finally got shri'iia's epilogue outfit to look similar to the one i draw for her kind of

[speakercrab666]

if horror game in horror genre, then why monster have scary face???? i want horror game!!! NO SCARY FACE!!!!!!!!! only horror game <3

[jinnie-ret]

stray kids reaction to s/o who can't sleep in the same bed

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: cheating, implied toxic relationships (not with skz)

request (from anon): I wanna request a skz reaction to their s/o who has trust issues and prefers to deal e things herself and also prefers to sleep alone in her room n stuff bc she trusts them but she needs to work her way up with being comfortable and ok to feel vulnerable enough to sleep w them n how they'd react to s/o taking months to a year for the to finally allow themselves to sleep next to them or even the same room as them?

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Bang Chan

Your boyfriend Chan had texted you asking you to come over last minute, but of course, you weren't going to deny you or him from seeing each other. The issue was, plans being this last minute meant you hadn't had time to shave your legs. You didn't think Chan was the type of guy to judge you or anyone for having hairy legs, but it was more so your own qualms about things, and not feeling like you were deep enough into your relationship to trust that it wouldn't make him look at you in a different light.

Currently you were both heading into his bedroom, ready to cuddle and get some sleep - yes, you had managed to get your boyfriend to steer away from staying up all night.

You dove into the bed, Chan chuckling behind you as you shuffled under the blankets, wiggling like a worm.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Chan laughed at you as he stripped out of his t-shirt and joined you in bed.

"Going to sleep?" your voice was muffled by the pillows your face was pressed into.

"Oh right, in jeans, yeah?" Chan laid on his side, brushing your hair out of your face.

"Sometimes when I nap in them they turn into pantaloons and I've really been into ATEEZ and pirates lately," you rambled on. Yes there was some truth in that, but it wasn't the thing that needed revealing today.

"Babe what?" Chan blinked confusedly at your rambling, "why don't you get comfy?"

"Ummm... Actually I think the sofa is more comfy, I'll just sleep there," you scrambled out of the bed.

"What's wrong with the bed?" Chan grabbed your hand gently, pulling you back towards him with a slight frown as he sat up, "you've slept in it before."

"I ummm..." your voice wavered, looking at the floor and chewing the inside of your cheek feeling awkward.

"Babe, just tell me," he shuffled over to be sat directly next to you.

"I haven't shaved," you mumble incoherently.

"Huh? What was that baby?" Chan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

"I didn't shave my legs... I'm embarrassed," you admit with big eyes, looking at Chan's expression and hoping not to see disgust.

"Is that all? Babe I don't care if your legs are hairy, I want to be with a woman, not a little girl, I don't care if your legs get hairy it's natural, yeah?" Chan preaches to you after a sigh of relief. He had his arm still around your shoulder, yet he was rocking you side to side.

"Hmmm..." you said in thought, trying to fight off a grin appearing on your face and instead look contemplative instead.

"What, was it something I said?" Chan rose an eyebrow.

"Yeah actually..." you fake sighed.

"Oh I'm sorry what was it that I said?" Chan intertwined your hands, speaking carefully and wanting you to feel comfortable enough about what was said wrong.

"You say you want to be with a woman not a little girl, so why do you insist that I call you Dadd-" you start laughing, just about managing to get your words out.

"Stoppp, stoppp, go, shoo, you, go put your pyjamas on funny girl," Chan sighed with a laugh, unable to hide it as he pushed you to stand.

"Ok Dadd-" you turned to tease him again, before he cut you off.

"Y/N!" he chased after you, tickling your sides as you squealed and laughed. You were glad that he didn't care about you having hairy legs. It was now reassuring in the future for any worries that you had, that he'd understand.

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Minho

"I swear you hug the cats more than me," he smirked, simply teasing you from where he was sat at the other end of the sofa with Dori in his lap. You had the ginger babies Soonie and Doongie in yours. You were glad though because it brought you great comfort with the paranoia you had been feeling more and more recently.

He was your boyfriend, and you loved him, but you worried his teasing comments were actually subtle digs. You were still shy about being physically affectionate with him, particularly with sharing a bed with him.

"I-i'm sorry Min, I'm trying," your voice wobbles.

"Darling, I'm joking, don't worry," Minho lifted Dori off of his lap, standing up and stretching and not seeing the distress that still remained on your face. "Right, I'm going to get some sleep, you want to join?"

"I-i'm not ready yet, sorry Min."

"It's ok, darling." He always announced when he was going to bed, always leaving the question in the air so you could say yes if you felt ready. But that still wasn't the case this time, and as he turned to get a glass of water from the kitchen, he was stopped in his tracks by your cries.

"I-it's not because I don't love you, because I do!! I really do!! I just want to work myself up for it you know? I don't wanna be awkward and stuff but-" you had lifted the cafs off of your lap, feeling guilty and in that moment seeing him turn away from you felt like he was annoyed.

"Hey, hey, darling, where's all these tears coming from, hmm?" Minho soothed you, his voice slightly higher pitched when he was being gentle with you. "I told you, it's ok, really," he wiped your tears off of your cheeks.

"I feel like I'm being annoying," you sniffled, looking down only for him to tilt your chin upwards.

"I'd rather you be comfortable, ok?" Minho was always patient with you, "don't let it stress you out ok?"

"O-ok," you took in a deep breath, calming yourself down.

"I love you, get some rest, ok darling?"

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Changbin

Your boyfriend was peacefully sleeping in bed, small snores escaping his lips as his face was squished against one of his thick arms. And he was a light sleeper, probably from previously living in a dorm full of boys before that were chaotic to say the least, and that was from what you saw meeting them outside of their home space.

You tiptoed into the bedroom, taking a deep breath. Never sleeping in the same bed as him was something you knew didn't deter him but you could see it when he'd miss you goodnight that he wished that you would sleep with him. That boy wanted nothing more than to hold you all night in his arms, but he respected your decision still. Tonight, things were different.

Slowly crawling into bed next to him, you lifted up the duvet and laid down beside him, slowly resting your head against the top of his back and an arm across his waist. You were nervous, yes, but you had missed his comfort after wishing each other good night, even though it had only been half an hour.

The beast had awoken, quite dramatically you must admit. But it was fair, considering you wouldn't normally sleep next to him he wouldn't be expecting anyone in bed next to him.

"Huh...? Woah! What?! Honey?" Changbin's initial murmurs had turned to surprised joyful shouts as he flew out of bed to make sure this was all real. You just sat there stunned with your hands covering your ears.

Your boyfriend did a happy dance, jumping into bed next to you as he wiggled against you, and instead he was the big spoon this time round. His heartbeat was racing and so was yours.

"Surprise?" you giggled, making him coo and squish your cheeks.

"My honey," Changbin kissed your cheek before cuddling up to you even tighter, "good night."

Now that, was in a much deeper voice in comparison to his excited shouts. The duality of this man, and he was all yours.

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Hyunjin

"Baby! I haven't seen you in ages!" Hyunjin quickly got up from his seat, bringing you into a hug. With your usual solace in his presence you sink into his embrace.

"Hey Jinnie," you then sat down across from him in the cafe.

"I'm so glad you saw me today, I was worried about you," Hyunjin grabbed your hands, holding them in his.

"Worried? You don't have to worry about me," you offered an awkward smile, knowing fully well why he felt this way. He had asked you on multiple dates just to see you when he was miraculously free from his busy schedule. But each time you cancelled, getting worried you were falling too deeply only for it to be thrown away. You were scared to get close in case you got hurt, so you flaked out from each time he wanted to see you. It wasn't until your friends prompted you to see him that you thought maybe you should this time.

"You haven't been wanting to see me... I haven't done something wrong have I, baby?" Hyunjin worried, one of his hands releasing one of yours in turn to sip from his iced americano.

"It's not you Jinnie, I'm just... scared," you answered honestly, for the sake of reassuring him. It didn't feel fair for him to worry without knowing why you were really avoiding him.

"Scared? Of what?" Hyunjin leant forwards, elbows not resting on the table between you both.

"I-i don't want to ruin things between us because once we get closer we'll be going round each other's apartments and then it's sharing a bed together and I'm just not ready for that yet," you explained, words tumbling past your lips as you felt flustered.

"Oh baby, we never have to force anything, I'd never rush you if you're not ready. If your pace is slower than mine, so be it. I will not make you catch up with me, I'll be right next to you instead," Hyunjin promised you, looking deeply into your eyes so you knew it. "I wish you told me sooner, I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too Jinnie."

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Han

"Please don't feel bad my baby, I really don't mind," Han pleaded, not wanting you to feel guilty. You both held hands as you were sat on the sofa watching a film, specifically, Spirited Away.

"You don't find it weird?" you weakly ask, eyes not leaving the TV screen.

"I've never been with anyone before that's felt the same way, but I love you, so I'm not about to throw that away because you're not ready to sleep in the same bed as me," Han spoke calmly, like it was something he had gone over in his head plenty of times.

"I want to, I really want to, Ji, I'm sorry babe," your voice wobbled, thick with emotion, Han kissing your hand as he tentatively brought your it to his plush lips, always careful with you. He was always understanding that you needed more time with things due to previous relationships.

"Hey, hey, it's ok, I have an idea," Han grinned, leaving the sofa without any explanation and getting busy with moving things around in the bedroom.

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"Come on, it's like a sleepover every night, I don't know why I didn't think of it in the first place..." Han felt proud of himself gazing across at you from the bed. You see, Han had taken it into his own hands to make you feel more comfortable around him to sleep near him, not quite next to him yet. Fortunately, his apartment came with a spare bed frame, bedding, the works, so he had set up a bed for you across from his own. It was perfect, right? You didn't have to sleep next to him in bed yet, but at least you could stay over this time, and one day cuddle in bed til you fall asleep.

That was what Han hoped. You on the other hand, were too busy in your own world, thinking about the worst things that could happen to mentally prepare yourself, your hand twisting the blanket in its grip.

"Baby, is it too much? I can drive you home now if you want?" Han stretched his leg out, nudging your foot with his own to shake you out of your thoughts.

"N-no I'm just gonna umm... Let you fall asleep first... Makes me feel safer so I know that you won't do anything you know," you rambled with your jaw clenched. That all too familiar lump in your throat was making its presence known and you didn't know if you were going to yawn or cry.

"Hey?" Han softly said.

"Y-yeah?" you nervously look up at him, only to see pure adoration and warmth oozing from those boba eyes of his.

"It's ok, yeah, I wouldn't do that to you, I care about you far too much," Han slowly walked over to you to allow you to process his movement happening in front of you, and brushed some hair back from your eyes.

"You're the best," you murmured, leaning your face further into his hand making him grin.

"I know, baby."

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Felix

There it was again, that funny feeling. You hadn't gotten so lucky before being cheated on in your previous relationship, so when you smelt the different perfume on the pillows in your bedroom, you were heartbroken. You didn't have it in you to be angry at Felix, not him. Maybe just at yourself for not noticing it sooner. But maybe a part of you wanted the pain, to know for sure it was true, because you didn't leave straight away, no, you just waited for him to notice something was up.

"Hi love, you going to sleep?" Felix grinned as he came up to you, stroking your hair out of your face. And you let him.

"Yeah... I was going to borrow one of your pillows but I couldn't help but notice it smelt differently," you brushed his hands off of your hair.

"Oh, did you like the smell?" Felix beamed at you, ever so sunny when all you felt was blue.

"Are you kidding me? Did I like it?" your voice cracked. "Lixie, is this some sick joke?"

"Love..." he reached out to hold your shoulders but you backed further away.

"Don't. Please don't. I gave you a chance just then to admit what you had done. Is it because of me? Because I'm not ready to sleep in bed next to you, you have to get another woman? And don't try to tell me I borrowed that pillow last night because my perfume does not smell like that!" you cried, wiping your nose as you did and pointing at the bed in disgust.

"It could though, let me explain, love," Felix held your hands and even though he was the source of your upset, or at least the version of him that your brain created was, you sat with him on the sofa.

"It's a new perfume, not from another woman, but for you if you like it. I-i just didn't want to give you one and you didn't like the scent so I got the tester to try out and if you liked it then I was going to buy the bottle for you," Felix brought you into his arms whilst he explained, and you felt like a bitch.

"I'm such a bitch."

"No, no, don't be silly love, I didn't realise that it could have been triggering for you, ok, so don't call yourself that," Felix mumbled in his deep voice soothingly, kissing you on the head.

"I did like the perfume scent by the way," you whispered. That's what would have been more annoying - that the imaginary woman had a good taste in scents.

"I'm glad you do, love."

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Seungmin

You had been judged many a time by your last boyfriend for your sleeping habits, whether it was for your not so soft snores or when sometimes you'd accidentally drool because of having your cheek pressed against your hand all night. So when you got with Seungmin, you were hesitant in sharing a bed with him, let alone falling asleep next to him. Sometimes you just couldn't help it.

The two of you had been watching a movie and foolishly you let yourself fall asleep, only to be awoken by Seungmin's giggles.

"I never knew you were a snorer, honey," Seungmin laughed to himself, but you were awoke in an instant, the sounds of your peaceful sleep cut off as you looked at him in alert.

"Oh sorry, I know I'm loud, I, umm..." you rambled awkwardly, cheeks inflamed in a rosy red tint, bringing the blanket more around your body in attempt to comfort yourself.

"Like a drone or something," your boyfriend giggled once more, but his smile faded at seeing you frown. "Hey I'm just joking..."

"No you're not," you mumble grumpily. It had to come back to this. Always. You couldn't help it. It was a habit for a reason.

"I am, I am, don't hide from me," Seungmin insisted, tugging the blanket away from you face, bopping the pout your lips wore.

"Stoppp, I'm embarrassed, Minnie," you pushed his hands away, well tried to.

"Don't be, I don't care, honestly, I sleep easily and plus you're not the only one who snores," Seungmin pulled you into his arms.

"You snore too?" you rose an eyebrow, you had never heard him do so before.

"No but Channie does. He's like a foghorn. So don't worry, yours is far better," Seungmin chuckled, teasing his leader when he wasn't even there.

"You sure? I never wanted to disturb you, is all," you look up at him as he leans down slightly to kiss you on the head with a sweet smile.

"Very, now please sleep in my arms, you can relax, honey," Seungmin gently rubbed your back as you turned to face him.

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Jeongin

Worst. Day. Ever.

Was it normal for a part time job at a cafe to be chaotic? No, not the one you worked at anyways. This was why it was such a surprise for you to deal with a rowdy customer that decided that he didn't like his coffee because it was 'too hot' and wanted a refund, all whilst you had the busiest shift of your life. Well, he certainly didn't get one after chucking the freshly brewed beverage all over you.

You were dismissed earlier by your manager, who could see how anxious you were feeling, and after you were checked over you returned to yours and Jeongin's apartment, being the first home for once. And you couldn't resist the comfort of his soft, plush bed as your spot to let yourself cry, despite the fact you've never slept next to him before. In fact, your unfamiliarity of being in the room distracted you from the fact the front door unlocked and that there were foosteps heading straight towsrds you.

"Jagi?" Jeongin asked confusedly seeing you curled up in his bed. It wasn't a sight he expected to see. He understood you had boundaries and didn't feel ready sharing a bed yet. The more concerning thing was the sobs wracking through your body.

"Oh?" you jumped, turning to see your boyfriend with care and sadness shining in his eyes at the sight of your tears.

"What's the matter, hmm?" Jeongin slowly sat down next to you, resting a hand gently on your knee. That was when you dissolved into tears once more. "Oh, jagi," he instinctively pulled you in for a cuddle, before you shuffled out of his arms.

"I'm sorry, I've just had such a bad day and your bed looked so comfy and-"

"Why's your neck all red?" Jeongin frowned.

"Angry customer, threw his drink at me, and it hurt, and then my manager sent me home and-"

"Come here," Jeongin quietened you, opening his arms once more which you accepted this time.

"I'm sorry," you cried into his chest.

"Don't be sorry. I don't care that you laid down in the bed. I'm more worried about you, Jagi, ok?" Jeongin's embrace became tighter when he heard your small whimpers, a clear sign that you were trying to stop yourself from crying.

"Just wanna forget about today," you mumbled sadly.

"I know, I know, let's ummm... Ok maybe not a hot bath... let me get some cream for you, treat those burns," Jeongin pecked you on the cheek, deciding against your skin enduring more pain from hot water, and quickly got up, soon returning with some ointment for you. He made the decision to gently rub it into your neck, having a better pair of eyes than you did. One, because you couldn't see it fully, two, because your eyes were still slightly blurred from tears.

"T-thank you, Innie," you kissed his hand before it fully pulled away from your neck, making a weird face as the cream went onto your lips, the taste of it not so pleasant.

"Silly girl, here," he wiped the cream off your lips with his thumb, kissing you just to make sure the taste still wasn't there, and then you were both satisfied.

"Love you, Innie."

"Love you too, Jagi, even with panda eyes."

"Shit, I forgot I wore mascara today."

"I know, Jagi, I know."

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[crimson-and-clover-1717]

Stede Bonnet and the Subversive Shirt

In season one, despite the colours, lace, and detailing, Stede’s dress is mostly conformist in cut and style. His shirts are high-buttoned, cravated, and do not show much flesh below his chin. Coupled with the pantaloon and waistcoat, Stede’s wearing the clothes of traditional masculine presentation of his era.

There are times Stede’s clothing becomes less formal. During the sword practice with Ed in 106, Stede’s shirt is open and the cravat loosened. Again, in 107 we see Stede in his open nightclothes wandering on deck. During evening story hour, his jacket is removed. Stede usually seems more relaxed during these moments too.

Stede’s style changes properly on the second leaving of Bridgetown. What Stede is wearing openly as he drags the boat to sea is a rather romantic poet-pirate look with billowing shirt and sash. The look has links with future nineteenth-century Romantic freethinkers, championing individualism, revolution and liberty - including sexual liberation.

The open-neck shirt was popularised by Byron and Shelley a hundred years later. It was a deliberate choice of styling in opposition to enforced gender presentation and monogamous heteronormativity. The fashion of the times, similar to the 1700s, was high collars and neck-wrapping in order to force the holding of the male head in a stately and erect manner. It’s all about rigidity…

For an English gentleman of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, to have his shirt open and loose in public, was a sign of effeminacy. It was women who showed their décolletage in society, who were allowed a softer presentation; this new style hinted strongly at sexual and gender nonconformity. Women were viewed as more animalistic, men as cultured. Cultured people cover up. Softness, looseness - these are aspects of female sexuality, a bit bestial. And women are also a little bit insane. Why would any man, especially a man of status, want to present as feminine and lesser? And what does it say about patriarchy if some men actively choose to relinquish their privileged status by presenting more effeminately? It’s dangerous.

By today’s standards, Byron was pansexual and polyamorous. Shelley’s sexuality is less clear, but he was viewed as a subversive atheist and disinherited. Both might consider themselves nonbinary today. Shelley especially seems to have had a strong gnc presentation. Both left England for more liberal Europe.

I feel the costume department must’ve made a very deliberate and informed choice regarding Stede’s shirts post season one, but I don’t feel it’s the one some people think it is. I know part of DJenks stated aim was to ‘make Rhys Darby as sexy as possible’, but it’s not about appearing more masc. just because he’s showing more flesh. It’s about appearing more Stede. Stede is expressing a new-found confidence in his sexual identity and gender expression, by choosing a more freer, less structured, less traditionally masculine way of dressing, associated rather presciently with future Romantic liberalism. It seems poets and pirates have more in common than we realise. And both were considered dangerous for questioning the system.

However, Stede is also an individual in flux and he circles back to a part of his former self. The Red Suit is a sort of hybrid male/female costume. The cuffs, detailing and shirt itself are femme. But there are elements of traditional masculinity which are quite toxic. The epaulettes reinforce the inverted masculine triangular shape. Anyone who grew up in the 1980s will remember their mothers feeling forced to wear exaggerated shoulder-padding as they entered male-dominated workspaces. They also enforce military rank. Stede thinks he needs this imagery to ‘be the Captain’. He doesn’t. The exaggerated coattails are also absolutely synonymous with upper class male power. It’s masculinity as performance and power-play. Stede needs to let all of this cursed patriarchal nonsense go.

As so often’s the case in OFMD, external struggle, this time with the crew over the Red Suit, could also be a manifestation of Stede’s internal conflict and shifting identity. It’s a final letting go of patriarchal ideas, especially around captaincy. The crew certainly don’t want it. Stede is (more than) adequate just as he is. At the end of all the pushing and pulling, Stede keeps the most relevant bit of the outfit - the shirt. It’s the least restrictive part, the more feminine and therefore, the more subversive on a male body. It’s a sartorial representation of a changing Stede.

The three shirts worn in series two are deliberately opened-collared and low-cut, showing more and more of Stede’s chest. This is a traditional feminine aesthetic which historically on a man, at least in the anglosphere, was considered subversive and dangerous. And Stede couples his shirts with a different sort of masculinity, a leather trouser. Class-wise, this is a traditional working man’s garment. Through his new choice of clothing, Stede is rejecting entirely his previous role within patriarchal hegemony, both the imposed status and imposed gender norms.

This was in my drafts a while but inspired to try and pull it together by @celluloidbroomcloset posts here and here

[indigo-flowers09]

I absolutely love these designs! and was just wondering what inspired them? I'm curious of what the plot's about, since everyone's species swapped

why not answer this question with another ref sheet(?) :3

I’d like to say, first and foremost, thank you very much for the love 🫶 i love getting asks and requests, these sillies live in my brain and drawing them is their rent

Second, i’m probably gonna keep plot talk on the DL unless i decide not to make a comic! Sorry :,3

Last but not least, inspirations. hooo boy this is a doozy

Firstly i wanna say i was inspired to make a comic specifically because of older ut comic dubs (Christmas party, handplates, Aftertale, etc) along with Scott Pilgrim and @akanemnon’s Twin Runes comic! (check them out i love twin runes a lot!!!)

The idea for the au is really just “What if the humans were monsters and the monsters were humans?” or, also “what if the (former) monsters were on the surface and the (former) humans were underground?” Classic Overtale plot!

Going in order, starting with AXIS, he’s actually one of the newest designs! i made him in my german class last week („•v•„U ) I wanted Axis to have a design change but remain a robot, maybe being more humanoid due to being made by a human! Changed his pipes and light bulb into what resembles hair and his wheel into roller blades!

Next up, Ceroba! i’ll be honest, i really don’t like Cerobas canon design that much. Love the colors but the short skirt and boots are not it, especially if she’s intended to be a more traditional japanese character. Like she’s not a magical girl, she’s in her 30’s?? Anywho, i made her prominently orange instead of pink (again, magical girl) along with lightening natural hair due to age and stress!

Clover. Clover Clover Clover!!! what do i even say about this precious little pup?! :3

I guess i could start with them being a Kitsune, of course, being switched with the Ketsukanes. Seeing as Ceroba is a mother and is often portrayed as taking a motherly role to clover, i figured a kitsune would fit them nicely! Along with being a cute, fun to draw, and curious troublemaker! I always like to remind myself that Clover’s just a kid.

Next up, Star! or, in this au, Stanley Sterling, the performative sheriff of a humble little town! i decided to switch up his poncho a little, for the sake of changing his design, gave him chaps (i like to call em pantaloons hoohoo!) and teal tassels for days! He’d prolly know more about cowboys than canon Starlo because, yknow, he lives on the surface!

Ah Martlet, or now, Marlette! but most just call her Marley. She has ~4 different outfits planned, a cozy, aviator style one for “Snowdin”, a sleeveless shirt with her flannel round her waist and a bandana for “the Dunes” and that flannel over her shoulders for “New Home”! along with a tee and pj’s for the epilogue. Her outfit is easy to manipulate so it only stays the same so often. Also, talon boots! ;]

And Dalv! Poor fella stayed a monster for the plot 😿 but i changed his design so he’s got a jacket similar to the one he has in Snowdin in uty but a whole lot smaller lol, along with a Batty pendant, a red vest and shoes and carved down horns! poor fella :(

Feel free to ask questions about these guys i am more than pleased to talk about them

[cookie-crumblr]

can I request a fic of a shy bubbly reader with Eloise having a picnic and then it turns into rough sex

Why yes Darling~ 🙈🙈🙈✨🎀

GN!Reader x NB!Vampire Master OC~

CW: GN! Reader, Reader not physically described, petnames for reader (pet, ), nippleplay, hj on reader (not described), p in hole, unprotected sex, public sex (we’re alone in the woods), rough sex, reader has hair(not described, just long enough for them to wrap some around their hand ;3)

A lush green surrounds, and enshrouds you, and your master, Eloise. The trees are filled with the disembodied birdsong from birds you cannot seem to find. Sun’s rays warms you and yourside of the deep, dish covered crimson blanket you’re both sat on conversing…

Well you would still be conversing…

They’ve been quietly admiring you, and you’re glancing around rapidly, everywhere but at them, sipping from a delicate teacup, over an equally delicate little tea plate.

They put their plate down and sigh contently, their face the perfect image of peace.

“Come over to the shade, pet,” They recline onto one arm behind them, patting their other hand airily onto their crisscrossed lap.

With your eyes downcast, you giggle a small “no~”, in response, and your face feels molten suddenly in the warm light. You shake your head with a tiny shy smile, saying in your head how you just couldn’t! But also thinking that you want for nothing more.

Eloise doesn’t have to read your mind to know that you want them too, but they desperately can’t go into the light, the shade feels like a cage to them.

“Pet, Come.” They command first with only the power of their voice, no supernatural anything behind it.

You scooch over to their side but don’t sit where they patted.

“Not there, silly thing,” They laugh coyly, “Here.” Their voice sterns up for their last word, but still sounds playful enough as they point to their pantaloon covered legs.

You shake your head, “How about I paint you now!” you try and defuse the situation…

It doesn’t play out.

“I’m not against using my abilities on you.” They avoid your bait with a smile.

“Eloise, come on,” you try to wave the conversation away with your hand.

“Sit here, now, pet.” This time their words like lassos constrict your mind and your vision is hazey as you do exactly what was asked, your insides warm. You feel cared for, and taken care of whenever they do use their powers on you, they know you’re into it… You’d probably just never admit it! How could you admit something like that!?

when your vision fully returns and your mind mostly clears up, you find yourself sat on their lap, their arms now encircle your midsection, and the cool skin of their chin rests on your shoulder. “Here we are, pet, isn’t that better?” they coo into the gentle breeze flitting past your ear.

You can already feel something poking you.

You giggle into your other shoulder, trying to shield yourself away from them.

They reach their arm beyond your body onto the cloth beneath you both, and return with a strawberry dipped in melting chocolate.

It drips onto the expensive fabric of their clothes and then once more onto yours, but they hold you slightly tighter as you jump, “Aw!” you exclaim. They groan in response, you seem to have rubbed your ass back against them accidentally.

“open~” Their voice is softer, and their words send chills through your spine.

You let your jaw slowly open, as they bring the strawberry to your lips.

The chocolate is rich and the strawberry is so sweet, you “mmm!” deeply, and dramatically grab onto their arm with both of your hands, to bring the next bite closer.

“See? is it so hard to obey? Good pet.” They pat your head.

They poke your hard nipples through your top, “was the berry that good, Darling?” They smile sinisterly.

Their hands, now chocolate stained, travel all over and then back up the front of your body and rip down your shirt. They leave a dark trail of the stuff where ever they touch. They grab and squeeze and tweak your nipples thoroughly. You feel them pushing their lap up, tighter and tighter they squish your bodies together, needing to be inside you already.

“Mmm, are you ready? my pet~” they ask as they pull at your pants rim.

You nod quickly and shyly say nothing, hurrying your face in your hands.

Eloise takes your face back and turns you toward them, their smile widens very goofily momentarily, “You have chocolate on your face, darling~” They lick your bottom lip, and your mouth naturally opens letting their tongue dive into you, and press their cold lips to yours, you shiver.

The icy sensation of their skin onto your own burning body is a whirlwind of tingling pin pricks all over you. Goosebumps won’t leave your skin un-dotted for even a second!

“mm mm!” You exclaim into their mouth as they use their nail to cut off your pants completely ruining your jeans.

they stuff down their own bottoms as they hold you up like a rag doll, to let loose their member below you.

They grab their own shaft and guide it to your entrance while massaging your front deliciously fast as they begin to slowly enter.

“So tight,” The say in a hushed tone, they are so in awe when it comes to any aspect of you, it sends a ripple of pleasure through your core and to your peaks, that reverberate like bells.

They thrust in hard the rest of the way and you gasp in response, trying to get air in when you already feel so full! They pull out almost all the way by pressing your body forward in their lap and then lifting their hips to meet your ass with harsh waves traveling over your flesh.

Your master grabs a fistful of your hair, and makes sure it’s wrapped around their hand, before they push you onto your hands and knees to really bully your hole. You have to push all the food and drinks out of your way, spilling most of them all over.

Now that their angle is better, they set their pace, fast and hard. Slapping against your ass cheeks chasing their own high while listening to every delicious moan you let out egging them on to go even harder and faster still.

“Fffuck!” You slur, your mind hazing through the building pleasure.

“You’re such a good little pet! You take me so well,” They coo loudly, their excitement coming through.They smack your ass hard in time with a particularly bullying thrust into you, and you wail out causing birds, previously hidden in the trees, to flock.

They smack your ass again, it burns intensely! “Ow! ah!!!” You cry out as they pound into you. They lay over your back and sink their fangs into your shoulder and your own coil snaps! “Ah!!!!” Your orgasm overtakes you and you see only stars as they continue their assault on your guts. Your lifeblood flows willingly into their maw.

Their dick pulses inside you, you can feel it against your soft interior, when they shoot their load inside.

They continue to fuck into you, making sure their cum is nice and deep before they pull out, and make sure your wound is closed.

They pet your head and wrap you in their arms. “You’re perfect,” they say in a pleased sigh.

[esquilone]

Creamy Strawberry Cake🍰2/2

RDR2 | Arthur Morgan x female reader part 1

Summary: this story takes place two years after the breakup of the Van Der line gang now Arthur is 38 years old (Arthur has not had tuberculosis) currently Arthur finds himself working on his parents farm as a rancher taking care of the farm and the horses in exchange for housing and money, one day you have to go out shopping in Saint Denis and Arthur has to go with you.

Genre Tags: possibly explicit, MDNS, SMUT, fluffy, angsty, teasing, virginity, p in v, verbal harassment other than from Arthur, attempted strangulation and possibly murder.

WARNINGS: Age difference between the reader and the character, the reader will be 20 years old and Arthur Morgan will be 37 years old.

~CONTINUED~

“Have you ever been fucked by someone, darling?” He asks in a direct and natural way.

Her eyes widen.

- "Huh…Mr. Morgan, what-what?!"

He lifts his head and looks at you, now directly in your direction.

“Don't play innocent with me, girl,” he says in a harsh voice. “Answer the damn question. You. are. A virgin. ? ”

The adrenaline rose so quickly that you couldn't form any words to him. Within seconds, he took long strides and cornered you on the wooden counter you were leaning on, you looked like a frightened horse being cornered so suddenly. Arthur laughed. You looked so distressed. Poor thing

“It's all right, it's all right. Calm down, girl,” he said, putting his big hands on your waist and you seemed to shiver and redden

”You're a good girl, I understand. You're no harlot. You're too pure for that, anyway. Now…” his hands descended lower, now on your thighs, and you let out a faint murmur of a muffled moan, squeezing your thighs together. He pulls your thighs apart.

“Spread your legs. "

“Huh! That doesn't sound right Mr. Morgan, I don't know how to do that kind of thing, and…if Dad knew he'd be upset and wouldn't forgive me.” you say breathlessly and desperately. He looks at you, his eyes slightly squinted, and you can feel his ears and neck burning with shame and anxiety.

“Your daddy's not here, is he, darling?” He said that 'darling' in a slurred, thick voice. Before you could protest he was quick enough, crushing his lips to yours, you could sigh with euphoria, the exchange of saliva and caress he exchanged with you was strangely…good? yes, you could feel the euphoria gradually coming over you.

“By the way, you're a grown woman now…you can make choices.”

A twinge in your gut along with butterflies seemed to keep you more lucid about what was going on. You had barely noticed that he had now lifted his shirt, now pulling away from you and breaking contact with your lips. Lips swollen, face red and hot. He lifted your nightgown over your arms and head, pulling it off your body.

And there you were, your breasts exposed to his eyes, he seemed paralyzed for a few seconds, then grabbed the last pieces underneath and removed them completely from your legs, now you could feel shy and ashamed in front of him avoiding looking into those greenish blue eyes at all; now painted in a shade of dark grayish blue. “Holy shit.” He broke the silence, his voice slightly broken. His hands crawled over your warm body in front of him, one of his hands went up to one of your breasts and squeezed it, this drew a moan from you, now embarrassed you turned your head down looking away in shame, then immediately you felt his breath on one of your breasts and barely had time to process it until you felt him covering it with his mouth. You moaned so suddenly in surprise, you felt a twinge in your gut, you could feel your thighs moistening, God what is all this?

The way he sucked, bit and squeezed them was slightly pleasurable and at the same time a little painful, but in a good way.

“Fuck, you've been hiding this little feast from me for a long time, darling,” he murmured.

he murmurs. He moves a hand from your thigh to spread your folds with two fingers. Lucky you're not wearing pantaloons. You sigh. This is all so new to you. You've never felt anything in that restricted area - you haven't even touched yourself. You're a good girl. A modern woman made into a trophy wife. You've never wanted to touch yourself.

“What? Is this a new sensation, doll? Yes… look at you, imagine if we used glitter on that wet, baked pussy? Hmm? You'd slide out of me like a block of butter.” Bringing my face close to your neck again, smelling your scent and licking and kissing your hyoid bone, then your collarbone, biting and leaving slightly dark marks. Preventing you from being caught and discovered by Dad by showing your neck, but so that YOU wouldn't forget it so surely.

“Mmmm….ah awwn, I-I…” you mumbled in non-existent words, your tongue completely numb as you felt the stimulation, which made Arthur let out an amused, mocking chuckle. Evilly increasing the massage on your clitoral folds and pearl ten times faster and sometimes slower and more torturous. “Easy girl, you're all right,” you barely heard him, feeling him pat your swollen and sensitive folds, now swollen and practically crying out for more attention, with his middle finger. You soon felt yourself shivering from the heat reverberating and radiating from your body. God, had you peed? Oh… no, from the middle of your body oozed a light liquid that was half white and half transparent, was that yours?

It looked like milk porridge

God, you couldn't think for a moment.

Relax, I'm going to enter you now, okay?” he said, leaning his forehead against hers and stretching his head down to see the head of his cock resting on the edge of her pussy. “You tell me if it hurts.” Lightly rubbing in circles and up and down.

Teasing you.

“Ar-Arthur,” she stammered at the sudden stretch.

With a gentle sway of his hips, he slowly pushed himself inside her. Slowly, inch by inch. And with every almost inaudible sound she made, he dotted her forehead with soft kisses. The pressure in her stomach suddenly snapped, and she moaned in pain, her walls contracting around him and her nails digging into his skin. “Well?” He arched one eyebrow slightly as if to question her. “What's it like? Mm?” Those gray-blue eyes could drive you crazy and keep you quiet for a long time.

“AAwnnn…oh it hurts…a lot even, but now-”

He thrust hard against her, making her moan in surprise, his hard cock buried inside that rebellious pussy, sticky and hot as coals.

“SShhhh…shhh” kissing her neck and cheeks lovingly, but still wildly. Calming you and your storm. Arthur treats you well and not so roughly, as satisfying as it is to see you like this - so whiny and needy.

And now he could be buried inside you like a shovel digging into the earth.

You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock, you could feel the tip of it practically kissing your cervix. You weren't lying when you said it was huge. He's almost opening you up with it!! “You'll be fine, I'll take care of you darling. “ in a gentle, drunken voice, kneading the flesh of your thighs and looking deep into you. God, if you were a hare, that wolf would have taken you by now. What would you tell yourself about your past? That shy, reserved little girl? You know you've had fantasies about Arthur, and with Arthur, fantasies you barely understood and felt ashamed of long after you'd imagined him in such ways. But now? God, did he think that too? As rare as it was for you to imagine this kind of scenario of Arthur touching or embracing you, apparently it wasn't you who had been thinking it. You could feel his hands burning around you, every light scratch and firm squeeze, the way he slowly slipped in and out of you, violating your intimacy that had never even been touched or breached before.

“Nahh! A-Arthur” you groaned in hurt, he had withdrawn from you completely, his cock pink and swollen, some of his veins slightly bulging around the shaft, he shuddered as he felt the air return, now completely out of you he, but before you could protest he pulled you by the waist lifting you off the counter, the memory of the complete nudity of your body made the redness rise to the rest of your face, you squirmed completely on his shoulders, which made him slap you hard on your buttocks, his hand on your buttocks. on your ass, his hand felt like a sheet of paper thrown on fire and then placed on you. Making you stiffen in his grip. “That's better now.” He picked you up in his arms again and before you could look around, he threw you onto the mattress of the bed, now on top of you. You looked up to see him looking down at you with his usual slight smile and frown, his chest rising and falling, the dim light in the room preventing you from seeing him completely, now he was moving away from you, throwing his hat on the floor and opening the buttons of the black shirt he was wearing, then his pants, finishing off his union and now…. pushing them down and stepping out and now being really naked, just like you.

“You look so nervous… relax again-” now climbing on top of you on the bed, grabbing you by the legs and pulling you towards him, turning you on your back, now on your stomach. ”-then I can make you come again.” Kissing the middle of your spine, he lifted your ass towards his hips, entering you again with greater ease. Making you moan slyly into the pillow, and every time you tried to stifle your moans he seemed to slam into you harder and deeper, pounding into your crotch making it burn, which brought a louder and more desperate moan from you. And he grabs and spreads your thighs wider, awkwardly on the mattress, and lifts them with a grunt of irritation - as if they were in the way or something. The new position allows his cock to reach even deeper inside you, which makes your back stiffen. The sound of skin on skin echoes through the kitchen. Arthur slams into you again and again, his low grunts mingling with your panting 'Ah! Ah! Ah!'

Arthur laughs again. “Do you like that, darling? Like me screwing you like a common whore? Hm?” He picks up a rhythm, his thrusts getting harder and faster. His pelvis slams against yours, he bites your neck and kisses your back. He smiles, now placing one of his hands under her belly, touching and rolling her clitoris between his index and middle finger.

“I'm getting close, baby. The greedy girl is sucking me right in and out. I'm going to fill you up like a glass of milk, okay, baby? Make you full of me.” You don't answer - too focused on trying to get used to the sensation of the monster cock filling your pussy. Your vision going white and your eyes rolling back, God it felt like you were the only one here who felt like you were dying or were going to black out at any second. “P-stop! Hmmp… you can't cum inside me!” Your words in a meaningless sob, everything you said seemed confused and jumbled, but Arthur only responded by moving faster. “hmm…” he growled. You could feel every ridge and vein in his cock, you could feel the tip of it practically kissing your cervix. You weren't lying when you said it was huge. He's almost opening you up with it. Now it didn't hurt any more, it felt like you needed more and more and more until you were gushing like a waterfall.

And there you were, moaning and crying your release, sweaty and wet underneath him Arthur let out a deep, exasperated moan as he released milky jets inside you. Both of you sprawled on the bed, sweaty and totally stimulated, Arthur now holding onto one of your arms behind you and throwing himself onto his side, lying next to you calming his own shaky breathing, he was exhausted after years of sexual frustration for so long, he wasn't the type to sleep with just anyone, but having spent all that energy he'd been storing up was good, but now he was exhausted. This was exhaustion of the positive kind, after mind-blowing, delicious sex. You too, pussy throbbing and dripping with Arthur's sperm. feeling tired and breathless and the weight of drowsiness coming on.

....

In the middle of the night, you wake up with a jolt, your eyes wide and your breathing ragged, as sweat drips down your back and forehead and makes your body stick to the sheets of the cot. His vision is becoming accustomed to the scenery around him, the room is shrouded in dimness, the silence cut only by the hurried sound of his breathing. Now he sits awkwardly on the bed, his hair clinging to the damp skin of his neck. “crap”, mentally cursing herself for having slept instead of going home, God! You're still here with Arthur, come on get up! Pray that Dad didn't decide to come home early and kill you before you could think. Your gaze wanders from the floor to your clothes, it's time to get up. You search for your clothes on the floor and move to get out of bed. When you try to get up, you feel his arm gently wrap around your waist. For a brief moment, you hesitate, the touch of his slightly rough, thick hands is comforting, but the weight of the fear of reality is stronger. Delicately you try to untangle yourself as if you had a snake clinging to you, now letting go of his embrace. With quick, precise movements, you hurriedly put on your nightgown, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake him up behind you. Now dressed and with your hair lightly combed with your fingers, you pull yourself together and walk to the door.

pain

Your legs wobble slightly. They feel wobbly and uneven beneath you. Oh, God, they're so fucking sore, like you've been running or standing for half the day.

Yes. Your pussy hurts too.

You're panting slightly and massaging your sore pelvis after what happened earlier in the night. Just as you're about to open the door, the silence of the room is broken by a hoarse, amused laugh behind you, startling you for a few seconds like a poor deer, frozen in place by the doorknob. Turning to him, he's half up, his body wrapped in the covers, and watching you with a slightly mischievous smile.

“Are you all right in there?” he asked softly, referring to the gesture you had made earlier, massaging your pelvis with a slightly uncomfortable expression.

You felt your face burn again, a mixture of embarrassment and shame. You hadn't expected him to be awake, let alone to notice your discomfort in the dark.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” he still smiles and jokes, his voice low and warm, but there's something else in his gaze, a silent care and concern. God, he's so sweet!

I'm fine…” you whisper, still unable to completely disguise your nervousness.

“I have to get back, it's late.” You say quietly now, his kindness making you want to hesitate once more at the door, as if a part of you didn't want to leave so quickly.

“Bye-” he says softly, letting out a sigh again, ”see you again tomorrow, darling.” You open the door and take off down the stairs and run home, how would you look at him again? Even more so in front of Dad? Running and entering the house.

Luckily for you, Dad hasn't decided to come back yet.

extra!

Over the next few days you ran into him a few times, whether you wanted to or not, sooner or later you would cross paths at some point; living on a ranch and sharing the same land made you see each other, not that you were avoiding him, but you were nervous and embarrassed that Dad would see you acting so agitated. But then it happened again, when you bumped into him again, you were showering at home until you heard someone knocking on the door, so you wrapped yourself in the towels and went to answer it, Arthur. The way he seemed to raise his shoulders at you, and seconds later you were fucking inside the house. And so it went on, you'd already started this, why not finish by getting to know everything?

That time you were having dinner at home, the big tablecloth stretched all the way to the floor as you ate your dessert, little did anyone know that there was someone under the table sucking you off while you pretended to be eating, but his head buried on your thighs without you really being able to see it, made you weepy and horny, licking you like a dog licks a pot of food, without dispersing, making you jump on the table and then forcing you to pretend you were coughing to avoid being caught in his work. You were rooted in more than you could have imagined and all this with Arthur, that was unexpected to be honest.

Being broken up with by a cowboy.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is the most whimsical mid-century modern home I've come across in a long time. It was built in 1957 in Phoenix, Arizona, has 3bd. 2ba, and is listed for $549,900.

This is unlike the perfect MCM homes we usually see. This one looks lived-in. I wonder if the sweat box conveys.

The owners collected and curated quite a collection of MCM decor.

This bump-out is the perfect size for a dining area.

Look at this cute feminine bedroom and the little bath.

This looks like a play room. Are those Mickey Mouse's shorts on the line?

This is so perfect, a genuine 1950s kitchen set.

A little tiki room with a bar.

And, we're let down, b/c we just saw it all decorated, but this is what you get for $550K. An empty house.

Well, there tiki room walls are still up and they left the china cabinet and some pillows. Gee, the fireplace is so bare.

They took the bar, but left some decor and the kiddie pool from outside.

I love the pastel kitchen. The appliances are vintage. Very nice.

Check out the old exhaust fan setup. Looks like they also left a mixmaster.

The main bedroom. I like the floors.

And, it also has an en-suite.

Oh, look they left furniture in here, plus Mickey's clothes and someone's pantaloons, too.

The 2nd bath is colorful.

This room is decorated in a Victorian style.

I don't see a back yard, this is all in the front.

In the back of the house is dirt that was staged to look like a beach.

Spiral stairs go up to this rooftop deck.

Aerial view of the property. I would have to do something with that back yard.

[eluxcastar]

Pantalone x reader (male or gn) where reader returns from a particularly bloody and mentally exhausting mission late at night. Perhaps a little emotionally scarring

Reader is concerningly silent

Pantalone helps them bathe and carries to bed

Hurt/comfort fic where reader softly cries to sleep and pantalone can do nothing more than hold them tighter and closer

You're not used to losing people

── ୨୧：pantalone x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: you spent days out travelling near the edge of snezhnaya, delayed by trouble you encountered that has you home half a day after you were expected to be. by all official accounts the objective was completed and the mission was therefore a success, but you seem to return a different person than the one who waved Pantalone off with a warm smile and a kiss for good luck.

୨୧﹑genre :: angst

୨୧﹑content :: masc reader (could be read as gn), mentions of blood, use of petnames (darling), implied death, reader is at a bit of an emotional breaking point, pantalone is written to be soft, they're married because I said so

୨୧﹑words :: 2.7k

anon this is strangely so cute I love it. sad but still somewhat cute an idea yk (I had literally no idea what to call it until five seconds ago). our man pantaloon needs more love. I accidentally wrote clock instead of cloth in one part and the mental image of Pantalone trying to clean reader with a clock made me fucking die laughing this is so stupid

if you like this also go read this post as the two are similar in theme and story but with very little comfort to the hurt 👍

something about the evening seems...wrong, the sky grows darker, too dark for it to be your usual time. the moon suspiciously high, yet there's no sign of you to be found. you should know better than to make him worry, knowing that though your strength may carry you through battle, you're also not invincible. what happens if you reach your limit out there? how is he supposed to know if you're safe? what if you don't come home?

abruptly Pantalone's thoughts are interrupted, the door opening, and he knows nobody would be bold enough to waltz on in without knocking unless it was you come home from a long and tiring mission. he only heard earlier that you would be returning, "Some time in the early evening" he had been told and clearly that was a lie. it was likely no fault of yours, just some hold up along the way.

he hears your footsteps, knows you're there-- at least he thinks that's you. you've been awfully quiet, though you usually call out to him when you return home. you still manage to worry him. he can't see you tucked away in the entrance, only glimpses of you as you remove your coat. there's a moment where he swears he hears you suck your breath through your teeth, then the rustling of fabric and finally your footsteps again, abruptly followed by a loud thud.

now you're really worrying him.

it takes him seconds to decide he's no longer waiting on you, standing to walk to you and see what has happened. the moment he turns around, Pantalone can see you even from where he stands several feet away, the thud clearly caused by you falling flat on your face, leaving you struggling to get up though not for a lack of trying. just before he reaches you, you just give up and turn yourself over so you can sit for a moment. you barely get there before he's lifting you up from the floor like a life-size rag doll.

"You're injured. Why didn't you go see someone?" his concern translates to disappointment at some point, and though he wonders if it was too harsh, the blood you're covered in and the bandages that bind your hand tells him you need it just a little bit. why aren't you taking better care of yourself?

you try to speak, but find it impossible for your words to comply, caught in your throat and refusing to come out. he's not impressed with that either; you can see it in his face that he would've said something if you didn't look so, frankly speaking, pathetic.

you have to ask yourself if he can tell you're trying not to cry, the quivering of your lips and glassy eyes hard to hide. he cradles you so gently it almost tips you over the edge, so safe compared to the way you've spent the last few weeks feeling. nothing about the day leading up to now specifically makes you feel that way, and it feels so draining trying to hold it back, but overwhelmingly so being home just makes you so emotional. your wound doesn't hurt too badly, and it's not as if your fall was anything but tripping over your own feet in absent-mindedness. if it proved anything, it was that you definitely did something to your shoulder, coupled with the fact that grabbing the blade of a sword to stop it in its tracks had left a shallow mark across your palm, you were beginning to doubt your instincts again.

still, you cling to the fabric of his clothes tightly, finding comfort in these familiar things which you associate with your home. hearing his voice, the cool contrast of the rings he wears against your skin, the scent of home, even just being held in this way makes you want to close your eyes and settle.

then suddenly you're moving again, and he sits you down on the couch and kneels down to remove your shoes for you, "I'll take you to be seen by a doctor tomorrow, but for now let's get you cleaned up and in some nice fresh clothes." he stands and places a kiss gently to your forehead, "I'll come get you when the water is ready, don't push yourself, darling."

you dare not test his patience, so you wait, staring down at your hand covered in bloody bandages. your hand is shaking. most of that blood is yours, though your mind wanders seeing it, back to the several corpses you laid your hands on, the people whose bodies you beat with your fist begging and screaming at them to get up as they lay lifeless. your throat still hurts. you untuck the end of those bandages, unravelling them from around your hand until you see your skin and the awful gash across your palm. it looks awful, red and swelling, far worse than when you last saw it. you run your thumb across the wound, flinching at the tinge of pain that shoots down your arm.

"Tsk tsk, what is this?" from behind the couch comes a hand, taking you by the wrist and pulling your arm up, "You should've gone to get this looked at. Did you at least clean this properly?"

you stare up at Pantalone who adjusts his glasses. it's strange to feel his hands against yours, bare and slightly damp hands warm against your skin. remembering he asked a question you shake your head, and his eyes flicker back to you with a strange look.

"The bath is ready." he finally says, "Does it hurt when I carry you? What else are you hiding that you haven't tended to properly?"

"It's ok, you can carry me." you say, finally able to speak, though your words are quiet and rougher, than you'd like. you clear your throat and repeat "You can carry me." to him knowing his usual fixation on acting your best, even though you're also aware there's no way he expects that of you.

Pantalone purses his lips a moment, glad for you to finally say something, but still finding something to worry about in the fact it didn't tell him much, resigning himself to the fact that you'll simply have to show him once he helps you undress to take a bath. you watch as he walks around the couch, and raise your arm up to him, wrapping it around his neck when he leans down to scoop you back up off the couch and into his arms.

the way his hands touch you as he removes your shirt, letting you lean your head down rather than pull your arms off and he promptly tosses it aside. his hands return to your shoulders, running down your arms to observe your skin, noting that you had bruises but no other cuts or scrapes, save for a minor one on your side barely in need of a band-aid. it's slightly more awkward shimmying yourself out of your pants as you have to put your weight on your hand while trying to avoid pressing it too forcefully against anything. his observation continues, though he once again finds you to be in perfect condition.

it's the dried blood that sticks to your skin that he worries about, even knowing it likely isn't yours.

"I wasn't told there would be delays in your arrival, was it so bad that you weren't about to communicate your messages back to me?"

the water is warm, but not hot, shallower than you might've filled it but you suppose only having the water rise to your waist was in case you were keeping another nasty scar hidden under your clothes from him. that was in case. every bone in your body adores this man's care for you, the usually pompous banker with a clear soft spot for you.

he holds a cloth which he dips into the water, running it along your skin as he dabs at the stains taking extra care not to scrub too harshly. days of dirt and grime and a battles worth of blood and sweat washed away by the loving hands of the Regrator. he can tell by your reluctance to answer that it's not the time, and carries on in silence letting only the sounds of running water making its way to your ears. it's a calming silence, though you watch as the water surrounding you is slowly dyed by the blood that runs off your body.

it finally hits you just how bad things got, even when before you could in some way write it off like a nightmare and pretend it hadn't really happened. some metaphorical weight presses down on your emotions and you just break as your vision blurs, tears welling up in your eyes.

perhaps noticing your shaking or catching one of the few tears running down your cheeks, the cloth is immediately set aside as Pantalone places a hand to your back. you try desperately to wipe your tears away, but a wet hand isn't the best tool to dry your cheeks with and you only serve to make it worse. a part of you feels hopeless, like a failure to your own team as you know you let them down. you were supposed to be a fighter, a good one at that, husband of one of the Harbingers and somehow you still managed to lose two people.

you feel yourself back in that place, weary as you finally stand, your shoulder stinging, you assume from the initial fall. you clasp a hand over it and rub your thumb on the area, making it sting. you groan at the pain. one of the more medically verse teammates tends to one of the wounded. you walk toward the collapsed body of a fellow fatuu, seeing them unmoving and bleeding into the snow. you practically fall at her side, landing on your knees as you slightly let your feet give out and bring you down to her.

cautious at first, you shake her, trying to roll her over though it hurts you to do so. she remains unresponsive to any poke or prod at her, not even a groan or mumble, and she's so cold.

you're all cold, you tell yourself and try again to shake her awake, "Hey, get up..." but despite everything nothing works, barely able to roll her onto her back to see her face. her eyes are wide open, a look of shock frozen on her face that haunts you, it's enough to make you hesitate, like a harsh slap across the face. "Wake up!" you say again, the desperation building. you know she's not asleep but it doesn't even matter anymore, beginning to feel more and more like a child pounding their fist on the floor throwing a tantrum the less and less put together you become. "WAKE UP DAMNIT! Nobody said you could die like this!"

"Captain, stop!" without warning, you're grabbed from behind and yanked away, sending a throbbing pain shooting through you as their grip is rough on your shoulder "Calm down and look at her. She's gone." they say.

in the blink of an eye it all rushes back to the view of a bath tainted by that same blood, long black hairs tickle your neck as you are held tightly once again. it grounds you just enough to remember that you're safe in a bath, cared for by the man you love.

"I'm such a failure." you choke out those words through your sobs, echoing off the bathroom walls, "They needed me to lead them and I just got them killed. I couldn't even keep my composure when they needed me to pull them together..."

you curl into yourself, squeezing his arm in your hand, "You're not a failure, darling, but you're not used to losing people." his assurance helps, if only slightly, but something about feeling like even someone who seems to care for none understanding your reaction eases your heart a bit. it doesn't do anything to help the dying part, but he's never been good with sincere reassuring words, and he chokes thinking of what to say to you.

all Pantalone can do is hold you and rub your back to let you cry, finishing up quickly to get you out of there and back into his arms bundled up in a towel. just as you feel hopeless for being unable to live up to whatever outlandish expectations you had of yourself, Pantalone feels as if his comfort falls short as he can't stop your crying, though he shushes and assures you it doesn't seem to make it better.

when you reject his offer to go to see a doctor, saying you just want to sleep. he doesn't want to push too much, only asking that you agree to let him disinfect your hand, otherwise letting you dress yourself in fresh clothes he set out for you while he goes to tend to other things momentarily. at the very least, your tears stopped, for now you seem calm again.

he returns to find you've already tucked yourself away bundled up in the covers, brushing your bangs from your faces and leaning down to kiss your temple. "I'll be with you in just a moment, darling." he whispers to you, earning a noise of acknowledgement.

stepping away only to change his clothes and let his hair down, he sits back on the edge of the bed, though on his side. he removes his glasses, folding them and setting them down on the nightstand. it's an unusual silence knowing you're lying right there behind him. he's so used to you talking to him right up until he tells you to go to sleep, and yet you seem so exhausted and drained. you're not used to losing people. he has to remember that you're more emotional than he is, but he doesn't mind--likes it in fact--as it's usually a good thing. just...not now.

he sighs to himself, unable to help it. he hates this, seeing you so upset, so unlike yourself. he hates feeling so powerless watching you punish yourself for something you couldn't have changed, like some passive observer in your life. his words don't help, and there's little he can do to take away those memories or even fix your body.

there is one thing Pantalone can do, the thought of resigning himself to simply being a source of comfort, someone to support you so you can cry as much as you want. it's better to cry in somebody's arms, isn't it? he turns on his side to face you, who faces away from him. he's not sure why, you just happened to be comfortable there. feeling his hand against your side, you shuffle closer and allow him to wrap his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

you let out another shaky breath, closing your eyes again. above all else you feel safe. given everything he's done for you, you can't ask for more, though even just being by his side is enough to put your anxiety to rest. still, it hurts. not even physically, but your heart won't stop aching, and unable to distract yourself you replay the sequence of events in your mind once more.

an ambush, the ensuing fight, a firm whack to the head which you still haven't discerned the source of, boots running and kicking up snow all around you as you watch through blurred vision, you manage to block a sword that swings down at you though in the stupidest way possible, you finally get your head straight and get up and fight more.

where did she die? more importantly when did she die? if you can just remember that maybe you would know what you did wrong, what to fix.

you become distracted again, knowing you're shaking and back to holding back your tears. what pulls you away most of all is Pantalone's voice, "Don't cry, darling, it's over now. You're home."

you grip his hand tightly, fingers intertwining with his. "Is it...is it ok if you talk to me more?" you ask quietly, "I think..."

"That's hardly a difficult request." he says, squeezing your hand in reassurance, "If it would help you fall asleep."

[stevieschrodinger]

Cotton and Denim

another little bit of snake familiar Eddie and witch Steve.

Read it on A03

“We can’t get boxers from here, we’ll have to go to a store with new things,” Steve informs Eddie, when he finally steps out in his original clothes; holding his armful of approved items. “Boxerss?” He’s frowning, “the hidden pantss beneath?” Steve snorts laugh, remembering the conversation they’d had the last time Steve had done laundry. Eddie had been a snake then, sitting in Steve’s shirt pocket, his head poking out to watch. Steve loves drying his laundry on the line outside; bringing it in smelling of the forest breeze and warm sunshine. “Yeah, my small secret pants,” he tells Eddie, since that’s what Eddie had called them. Steve has no idea if underwear was even a thing the last time Eddie had been summoned, or if it was a thing, if it looked anything like this. He has vague notions of huge baggy knee length pantaloons, but, honestly, the history of underwear isn’t anything Steve’s ever looked into. “I don’t need sssecret pantssss do I?”

[ozzgin]

It's been 14 days since 🦊 has last been seen/heard from in the dungeons. Did they escape? I hope they are doing well, wherever they are. Many forehead kisses to you and the rest of our family. Please remember to be kind to yourself. Sometimes even the most wilted of flowers just need a little water. <3 - 🐝

They are doing rather well I would assume, we’ve been practicing splits in our backyard circus tent. Had to find someone who sews pantaloons for foxes, hence the delay.

Sending the lovely words right back to you! 🩷

[lovelykhaleesiii]

“have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it.”

for aegon, obviously 🥹🥹🥹 i’m just obsessed with this man. i just want him to talk her through it ksjshs

Aegon ii SMUT Prompt #2

pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen x wife!fem!Reader

warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, p in v sex, size kink (?), swearing, NSFW.

a/n - apologies I was slowly starting to doze off writing this, so forgive me if there are mistakes, I will come back to them to edit!

smut prompts - for Aegon ii | Aemond

Upon hearing of your haste betrothal to Prince Aegon, the Second of his Name, you were fuelled with twisted emotions of both excitement and fear. Many ladies and men of the court had much to say about your husband to be, the good, the bad and the ugly, especially the young maidens…

“The Prince is known for his peculiar tastes and insatiable drive to fuck.”

“He’ll fuck anyone that has a nice pair of tits or an eager cunt...Or both, if he pleases.”

“Apparently so, the Prince’s cock is said to be twice as thick as that of an average man…”

Nonetheless, all the ceaseless babbling and ramblings of your betrothed sent your mind into a frenzy. Right up until the last minute, you were desperately trying to milk every fine detail of Aegon and his sexual proclivities, from the young maidens of court. Anticipating the truth…

The wedding a success, not a single flaw or adversity faced. The plans and effort that went into the royal wedding went accordingly, almost as if it was destined to be… You’d spoken to Aegon briefly in fleeting moments where you found yourselves immersed in each other’s company, and much to your surprise [and relief], he seemed rather withdrawn and reserved. Still polite, he openly would refer to you as his “wife”, held your hand without hesitation and even went so far as to initiate kisses. All publicly of course, for since the day has began, you’d both been the centre of attention. That was until the night of consummation was upon you.

Aegon decreed that no witnesses be present during the act itself, it seemed he did not think an audience necessary, and many entrusted that he would certainly get the job done. This only worried you once more, until your maidens that had prepped you for the night would reassure you otherwise.

Regardless, the moment Aegon had stepped in following you from the celebratory feast, confidence mindlessly oozing from his stride, his fave remained stoic and yet his eyes lusting over the sheer material that draped and cloaked your body.

You wouldn’t have been surprised if he could just feel the nerves palpating from your body. After all, you were a maiden as expected… However, he did not seem phased by the night at all, nor that he was hesitant in stripping himself naked just before hist waist [keeping his pantaloons on, yet undone], and ripping apart your nightly gown.

You could make out a fairly large bulge beneath the restricting material of his pants between his thighs. The shape and the mould of it, recognisable, it looked painfully big and dense.

As if he’d caught you in the act of perving at his hardened cock, a smirk brewed across his handsome face, as he teasingly questioned, “Like what you see?”

[Indeed you did]

No words could fathom in your mind, nor could your mouth coordinate to speak. Instead, you exchanged a shy, meek nod of your head, as he gently laid you down on the smooth, silk linen sprawled across the plush bed.

“Such a good girl for me. My pretty wife, already so obedient for me. Seven Hells, have the Gods blessed me abundantly with you.”

Pulling his pants down low enough, his thick, solid cock plunges out, bursting with excitement at the sheer thought of fucking you. Hard undoubtedly, as he presses it down against the low, soft pit of your stomach, oozing pre-cum at its throbbing tip, as he gently polishes it over your skin, now glistening in the dim light.

Although, sparing a few seconds to gaze upon his cock, you notice just how thick and girthy it is. Your body and heart aches for it to be thrusted and shoved inside of you, a dull ache brewing intently in your sweet spot between your thighs. However, your mind pondered over the great certainty that this will hurt, and the pain would be agonising, and it seemed your face did not mask the fear well enough…

“Have a little trust in yourself, I know you can take it.”

Caressing your tender, worrisome face with his rough hand, gliding a misplaced strand of hair away from your face, a wave of reassurance washed over. And again, you nod graciously to his words. Seeing how tender and effortless Aegon was at making you feel this way, you felt the urge to sate him, to please him, to fulfill the duty as his wife, as best as possible.

“Spread your legs a little more, baby. You need to make room for me- That’s it baby, such a good fucking girl- Take a few deep breaths for me, just relax-”

Within a few short seconds, the wet tip that was just teasingly stroking over the entrance of your folds, find it’s sharp way piercing through, stretching your tight, tight walls beyond relief for a few, solid minutes. You could feel his cock, hitting at your cervix, igniting a lightning bolt to coarse rapidly throughout the fibres of your entire being.

The moan that escaped Aegon’s mouth was one of pleasure, whereas yours was shriek of pain, yet you craved for more. Feeling himself burying his hard, thick cock deeper between your stretched out walls, his thrusts pacing slow and steady as he allowed you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck that feels so, so good. This pretty, little cunt was made just for me baby- I’m going to ruin you bit by bit.”

The breathing became more dense and heavy, slowly syncing with one another, the sweat beginning to emit from your skin. Bare bodies colliding rhythmically with each other, you felt your insides burning with discomfort and lust.

“Buck your hips forward baby, like this-”

Swiftly, as he steadied himself on his knees, his hands firmly gripped your waist, mindlessly manhandling you as he repositioned your hips, presumably teaching you for next time.

“Ughhh- That’s it, baby- Stay like this for me- Now moan for your husband, say my fucking name for the realm to hear… Let them know exactly who you belong to now and for eternity.”

[ludi-ling]

Anna Raven, from my Romy fanfic, The Tailor & The Seamstress. Procreate.

Working women of this period weren't in the business of wearing clothes to make them stand out. A simple, plain shirtwaist and a skirt was the usual fare. Neckties were also fashionable, following male trends, but weren't really seen in the workplace.

Anna being a dressmaker, and a bit of a secret rebel, I wanted her to stand out without bucking trends too much. Her talent leads her to make garments that are a little bit flashy and eye-catching. The shirtwaist isn't plain and has some details on the collar, sleeves and bodice that would definitely look slightly more upmarket. It's the same with her skirt, which is way fancier with the button details than a regular skirt would be; and it's also actually a pair of culottes, or the pantaloon skirt, as it was more often named at the time (see the detail on the picture for how they're constructed).

She also wears a colourful patterned necktie and kerchief to keep her hair out of her face when she works. Since she works a LOT, both in the atelier and at home, she wears the kerchief most of the time. Most women wore their hair pinned up.

All this goes towards making her look slightly chicer than the regular working class woman, and someone Remy would definitely take notice of. 😁

And those are not stockings, those are boots. 😉

Some reference pictures for y'all:

[inlovewithregencyera]

transcript under cut : )

July 8th, 1818

*Louisa humming waltz*

Louisa: *making voice deeper* Lady

Aurelia, will you dance with me?

Bridget: But I thought you had already asked m-

Louisa: *whispering* No Birdie, I asked you when I was Louisa, now I am Frederick and you are Aurelia.

Bridget: Oh! *making voice higher* Yes, Frederick I'd love to!

Louisa: *faintly* Lord Worthington..

Bridget: *squeakily* Yes Lord Worthington, I'd love to!

Aurelia: *chuckling* Bridget your voice is much higher than mine!

Bridget: Is it really?

*Aurelia nods*

Louisa: *loudly whispering* Birdie for the last time you are Lady Aurelia, you do not answer to Bridget or Birdie, and we pretend that impostor over on the bed isn't there, alright?

Bridget: whispering Sorry!

Aurelia: Oh you both look so silly!

Louisa: *voice cracking* My goodness. what fine brown eyes you have my lady..

Bridget: But my eyes are blue?

Louisa: *loudly whispering* BIRDIE, AURELIA HAS BROWN EYES!

Bridget: Oh, yes. Thank you Lord Worthington, you also have very fine...*whispering* Aurelia, what color are his eyes...?

Louisa: BIRDIE!

Aurelia: Louie, please don't yell at her, she doesn't like it. His eyes are hazel, Birdie.

Bridget: *whispering* Thank you..-What fine hazel eyes you have Lord Worthington!

*Louisa humming off key*

*Bridget steps on Louisa’s foot*

Bridget: My goodness Lady Aurelia, have you two left feet..?

Aurelia: Louisa, please.

Bridget: Sorry...

Louisa: *loudly whispering* Best you dance with no one but Papa tonight.

Aurelia: Stop being mean to her!

Bridget: I don't think I want to play anymore...

Louisa: You’re so sensitive sometimes!

Bridget: You’re rude sometimes!

Aurelia: *extending arms* Come here B, ignore her.

*Bridget plops on bed*

Louisa: *rolling eyes* You are both ridiculous, I was joking.

Aurelia: I know, but you forget she is still a child.

Louisa: So am I!

Aurelia: *rubbing Bridget's back* Yes, but she's three years your junior and she's not even out yet.

Louisa: *exasperated sigh* Whatever. *flops on bed*

Aurelia: Maybe a little apology wouldn't hurt?

Louisa: That might ACTUALLY kill me.

Aurelia: Louisa!

Bridget: *giggling* Your love for history already kills me I'm tired of hearing about philosophers!

Louisa: *rolling eyes* Oh, but if I critiqued one of your silly interests or better yet, any of your flaws I'm mean.

Bridget: But your interests are masculine!

Louisa: Turning into Aunt Amelia are we?

Bridget: STOP IT NO I’M NOT!

Aurelia: *trying not to laugh* Louie, please just apologize to the poor thing.

Louisa: Fine. Birdie, I'm sorry I've hurt your feelings, could you find it in your heart to forgive me?

Bridget: NO!

Aurelia: *giggling* Birdie!

Louisa: *giggling* So much for your peace making efforts.

Bridget: I forgive you for being mean while dancing but NOT for comparing me to Aunt Amelia!

Louisa: Fair enough.

Aurelia: I too would be upset if I was compared to her. I can't tell which one is worse, her or her husband!

Bridget: I think poor Papa just puts up with them for the sake of our cousins getting away once in a while...he hates them I'm sure.

Louisa: No, I don't think he hates his own sister. Just who she chose for a husband.

*Aurelia chuckles*

Bridget: Why anyone would choose that THING for a husband I do not know.

Louisa: He looks like a blister!

Aurelia: I don't like him either but that's not very nic-

Louisa: HE'S not very nice. He made you cry last Christmas!

Aurelia: Oh but I was already crying I believe.

Bridget: He made you cry more. I HATE him and I mean it.

Louisa: *snickering* Since Aunt Amelia gave up dancing, perhaps you may dance with him tonight, Birdie?

Bridget: I'd rather expose my pantaloons for all to see!

Louisa: Well someone has to dance with him. We shouldn't make poor Aurelia dance with him, so SOMEONE should...

Bridget: And it won't be me! As you said, I shouldn't dance with anyone but Papa tonight.

Aurelia: Well I think-

Louisa: I'll not speak to that fool after he called my hair wooly last October. After Papa put him in his place he tried to play it off as a joke.

Aurelia: What? You never told me he-

Louisa: Yes, well you weren't yourself that much then. I didn't want to burden you with more stuff that could upset you..

Aurelia: *frowning* Oh.

Louisa: Oh, please take no offense Aurelia, I would've told you, believe me.

Aurelia: I know. I just wish I wasn't like this. Or rather, how I was last year. *sniffling* I'm sorry I hurt you both, please forg-

Bridget: NO! No tears today Aurelia, it's your big day and you will be happy and smiley if it's the last thing we have to make you do! You're almost truly of age!

Louisa: Yes, you will be very happy tonight! Why shouldn't you be, you'll be dancing with your whispering secret, not so secret lover again!

Bridget: Yes! Then he will propose by next week and all is forgotten, and then you'll have plenty of babies and be happy and Louisa and I will be their governesses as no man shall have either of us for we are both silly and ridiculous!

Aurelia: *wiping eyes* Do you think so?

Bridget: YES! We KNOW so!

Louisa: Yes, we do!

*Bridget and Louisa start frantically kissing Aurelia*

Louisa: inmitating Frederick* My dearest Aurelia!

Bridget: *imitating* Frederick* My dear darling!

Aurelia: cackling* STOP!

Louisa: My sweetheart!

Bridget: My pretty lady!

[des2dream]

A Daydreamer's Holiday Movie Marathon: The Nutcracker Prince

What's this? Another Nutcracker film exactly ten days after I showed you The Care Bears' Nutcracker? Yes! This is The Nutcracker Prince from 1990. During the 19th Century in Germany, we have a young girl named, Clara who is having a Christmas party at her house with her parents, her younger brother, her older sister, and a houseful of guests. During the party, Clara wonders about growing up while also feeling a little jealous that her older sister has a boyfriend. She cheers up once her "Uncle" Drosselmeier (who is both a family friend and eccentric toymaker) arrives with not only a fantastically made toy castle, but a nutcracker doll as well. He tells the story of how The Nutcracker came to be as he was once the nephew of an inventor working under the King and Queen in a far-off land who want The Mouse Queen captured and "put away with". (His name is, Hans by the way). With the first attempt failing, The Mouse Queen casts a spell on the King and Queen's daughter in which only the person who cracks The Krakatooth Nut can break the spell. Out of all the men in the land who tried their hardest to crack the nut, Hans managed to do it, but it led to disaster once The Mouse Queen cast a spell on him to be a nutcracker which also led to her demise now putting her son in charge as The Mouse King. The inventor and his now wooden nephew were banished from the land immediately. While this story didn't have a happy ending, Clara is still fascinated by The Nutcracker now that he is to be The Prince of the Dolls. Drosselmeier reassures her that The Nutcracker can break the spell once he's slayed The Mouse King. After the party ends and it's late at night, Clara sneaks down to the living room with her kitten, Pavlova to see her new wooden friend. She's met with a terrifying surprise to see The Mouse King and his army ready for a fight as The Nutcracker and the toys have all come to life.

This film is very sweet. It's sweet, comedic, romantic, dramatic, and full of fun. I love The Nutcracker's (or Hans's) story and his character. I like Clara as a character. I found both The Mouse King and Queen very funny while also terrifying. I like the other dolls who accompany The Nutcracker like Commander Pantaloon, Trudy, and Marie. I absolutely LOVE the animation in this one! Especially with the different art style during Drosselmeier's story. It's a beautifully animated film that I highly recommend you check out.