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stvrnioloslvt · 4 months ago

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quiet - Chris Sturniolo

fratboy!chris × jealous!reader

(dividers from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more)

disclaimer: the following content is not suitable for an underage audience. please, if you are a minor do not interact in any way or form. thank you. check the trigger warning before reading, enjoy!

t.w: inappropriate language, unprotected sex (don't), a tiny bit of degrading language, jealousy, alcohol, I think nothing more.

a.n: soo...i'm impatient. i had planned to post this story on the 31st, once the poll ended, but i really don't like to wait that much. however, the results are clear: chris smut won with the 52.9%!

when you spot your boyfriend chris flirting with another girl at the Halloween party, you decide to take the matter in your hands and make him jealous thanks to matt. what you don't know, is that chris is keeping a close eye on you.

“i really don’t wanna go to this stupid party, nick.”

“i know, but you know what?” nick put his hands on my shoulders, a gentle yet firm grip. he looked at me in the eyes, then said “at least you look hot as fuck, and that’s all that matters. walk through those doors as if your pussy is made out of gold, and see what happens.”

i smiled at my best friend. with new-found confidence, i walked towards the doors, swaying my hips in my skimpy DCC cheerleaders white shorts that left nothing to the imagination. nick followed right through, adjusting the fake fangs in his mouth. he was one hell of a hot vampire.

as we entered the halloween-decorated fraternity of our college, we were immediately pulled aside by matt, who was waiting for us right at the entrance. blue and purple lights caressed his face, creating weird shadows all around.

“fuckin’ finally! what took you so long?”

“are your eyes actually open? don’t you see how hot we both look? good things are always the last to arrive.” i chuckled as nick pulled me in a side hug to prove a point to his brother.

i eyed matt up and down one last time. even in the weird colored lights, i noticed that something was off. “wait, why aren’t you dressed up?”

“cause i’m getting the fuck out of here, i was waiting for you two just because i don’t want to leave chris here under the influence without one of us to check on him.”

“he’s already drunk?”

“yeah, you surprised?”

i looked around, trying to find that dumb-fuck, with no luck.

“c’mon, let’s get the party started!” nick grabbed my hand, pushing through the crowd of sweaty and dressed up people to get us to the drinks.

“do you want to drink anything?” he screamed loud enough for me to understand him over the blasting music. i shook my head, still trying to find chris. i picked at my skin, worry eating me alive: where the fuck was he? he was drunk, what if he did something stupid, or worse, dangerous?

then, i spotted him: hidden in the corner of the room with some random girl, running his hand through his hair held back by the headband of his basketball player costume. she was talking about something, and i could see clearly the strand of blonde hair that he was playing with twirling in his hand as he leaned on the wall, with the cocky grin of someone who believes that he has the world at his feet.

i felt a wave of nausea hit me, hands shaking by my sides.

nick followed my gaze, spotting his brother. his hand stopped midway, the red cup never reaching his lips. “no way…” he whispered. weirdly enough, i heard that.

just as i was ready to leave everything and get the fuck out of there, nick stopped me.

“let me go, nick, i don’t want to spend another second here.”

“absolutely not.”

“nick, please.” tears pricked at my eyes, making it hard for me to keep them back.

“i can bet you a hundred bucks right now that he’s trying to work you up. two can play that stupid game, y/n, and you've got plenty of people who've been eyeing you up and down since we arrived. go out there and get him back."

i took a napkin, drying my tears before they could fall and ruin my makeup.

an idea popped up in my mind. i turned towards the door, spotting matt, ready to leave.

"nick, quick, how mean would it be if i took revenge with matt?"

"honestly? a lot", he begun, pulling out his phone, dialling matt's number. "but you know what? i support women's rights as well as women's wrongs. go do your thing, baby."

we watched as matt picked up the phone, turning towards us. nick told him to come to us before he left, and so he did.

"matt, go and dance with y/n. don't ask questions, we'll explain everything later."

matt looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, but he didn't complain when i pulled him through the crowd, right in the middle of the room.

"i'm sorry, matt, just a little payback to your dumb brother."

i briefly explained to him what happened, what we saw, and nick's idea, so that he knew what was actually happening.

"you know what? i need a tiny bit of alcohol in me, then we can truly give chris payback."

i watched as one of his friends brought him a red cup. he gulped it down, waiting for the alcohol to hit.

and when it did, we had the best night ever: we laughed, danced, twirled together. soon enough, everyone's eyes were on us, some were judging, others having fun with us. at a certain point i might have drunk something too, cause i found myself grinding against matt. and god knows how private we actually are around each other in our daily life.

i felt matt's hands travelling up my sides, pushing his hips against mine, making me feel his erection. i threw my head back against his shoulder as he placed wet kisses down my neck, hands squeezing me closer to him. soft breaths came out of my parted lips, losing myself in the moment: maybe it was the alcohol, or the music, or the knowledge that everyone does some dumb shit during halloween night and then act the next day like nothing happened, but i had a strong urge to grab him and kiss him, to feel his lips dance on mine, our bodies so close one another that they physically couldn't get closer.

just as i turned around, intoxicated enough to actually kiss him, a strong hand pulled me away from my friend.

"wha-" i turned around, welcomed by the sight of a pissed off chris: jaw clenched, eyes fixed on a spot in front of him, dragging me around the room, elbowing whoever dared to step in front of him.

i tried to free myself from his grip, pulling and tugging with all my might, but he didn't even bulge a tiny bit. "where the fuck do you think you are taking me-"

"quiet."

"chris i swear-"

"shut the fuck up," he growled. he dragged me up the stairs, stopping in front of a door. he opened it and pushed me inside.

he locked the door behind me, pushing me against it. his lips immediately found mine, kissing me roughly. it was an angry kiss, a forceful one. it was screaming vendetta, jealousy, hurt.

i tugged at his hair as his tongue made its way in my mouth. his hands gripped my hips, so hard that i was sure they would leave marks. he hooked his hand under my knee, pushing my leg up and around his waist. i tiptoed with the other leg, trying to gain a bit of height.

chris pressed his erection right against my pussy, grinding slightly to tease me.

"chris," i moaned, every little noise swallowed by his lips.

"such a whore," he growled, lifting me up. both my legs wrapped around his waist to steady myself, as my back hit the door behind me. from this new position, i could feel his tip pushing right at my entrance.

"you really had to go all out and fuck my brother, didn't you? such a needy slut."

"the only slut here is you, flirting with that little friend of yours."

he snorted, clearly pissed off at my comeback.

"you really have no idea of what is coming, ma."

chills ran down my spine at that threat, at his dark voice and blown out pupils. he had the look of someone ready to eat you alive, and that was probably his intent.

"how pathetic," he mumbled before ripping apart the tight fabric of my shorts, leaving me completely bare.

i gasped, trying to pull away. "my shorts!"

"oh please," he started, "they were covering nothing. you could walk out there like this and no one would notice the difference."

he pressed me harder against the door as he pulled down his pants, just enough for his dick to spring out.

"hope matt got you wet enough," he chuckled ironically, then pushed himself right in, to the brim.

a chocked out moan left my lips, as chris started thrusting fast and hard inside me.

"oh chris- fuck."

"yeah? feels good? bet matt couldn't fuck you like i do."

i threw my head against the door while i clawed at his back, his jersey stopping me from leaving marks all over his back.

"ngh- so big, chris...please," i whimpered, trying to adjust to his size and rhythm. chris's lips attached to my neck, leaving kisses all around. as his mouth travelled down to my cleavage, he started to bite and nip at my skin, making sure that it would bruise.

"fuck-," he pulled out, quickly putting me down and bending me over the desk right by the door. whose room was that, again?

he pushed himself right in again, gripping my hips. he pounded into me so hard that the desk was banging against the wall with every thrust.

the room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, moans and groans as the music resonated faintly.

"such- a whore, fuck!" i felt him shudder; his hand flew quickly at the base of his cock, squeezing slightly to prevent himself from cumming yet.

"you're fuckin'mine, got that? mine."

one hand grabbed my asscheek, slapping it right after. and then again, and again, until i was left trembling and crying, overstimulated from the pleasure and pain that he was inflicting me.

his thrusts grew sloppy and unsteady as he approached his release. "chris, please, please, i wanna cum so bad" i sniffled, gripping the desk until my knuckles turned white to ground myself.

"no."

"please-"

"you can hold it. you're not cumming until i tell you to."

i bit my hand lightly, trying to focus on his orders. but it was just so hard, and he was fucking me just so good, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, that i knew i couldn't last for much longer.

a low guttural moan escaped from chris's lips as my walls clenched around him hard, pushing both of us even closer to our orgasms.

with a particular deep thrust, he tipped over the edge, spilling inside me, filling me with his hot cum. he groaned relieved as he thrusted slow and soft inside me, riding the waves of his climax.

i screamed, unable to contain my orgasm anymore, shaking as i came down from my high. i whimpered, laying down on the desk, the cool wood making me shiver all around.

"good job, ma," he whispered, stroking my back and kissing my shoulder. "such a good girl f'me, hm?"

his arms wrapped around my waist, helping me up. i leaned into him, grabbing his jersey for support.

"was i too rough?" i shook my head, leaning back to look at him in the eyes. a question bursted out, unable to stay put anymore.

"who was that girl?" chris looked taken back by the sudden question, but he had no problem answering. he shrugged, "i have no idea, i just wanted to work you up. you always give your best with angry sex."

i looked at him flabbergasted, ready to actually pick up a fight. "chris i swear-"

"shush mamas, let's get you something to actually cover up, hm? don't wanna go out there covered in marks and with no pants on, right?"

「 ★ ★ ★ 」

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃/𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓

yk what i should fly to the USA just to experience Halloween the American way, that shit seems so much fun i swear.

hope you enjoyed it! happy, spooky Halloween everyone!

love y'all,

-bree��🦇

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#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #chris sturiolo fanfic #chris smut #christopher sturniolo #chris × reader

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babyangelsky · 8 months ago

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I'm gonna let my crazy show for a second

I need to talk about how fucking beautiful Fort looked this episode and why, because it's not like I just woke up today and noticed how stupidly attractive he is for the first time ever, I already knew that.

This production is making choices that I really, really fucking appreciate. The most immediately noticeable of which is that they didn't whitewash him at ALL which just makes me so indescribably happy. It's all beautiful golden skin all the time and it's fucking amazing.

But it's not just that they didn't whitewash him, look at his cheek. You can see his skin texture. And it's not just a one-off because he and Peat were gonna play in the ocean later in the scene and the makeup people didn't wanna apply makeup just so it could get washed off by the saltwater.

You can see it here too when he and Peat are back inside. You could use the excuse of "oh well he's meant to be freshly showered so it makes sense that he doesn't have a lot of makeup on". And to that I say, when has that ever stopped a production from caking makeup on their "freshly showered" characters? Half the time their hair isn't even wet when they're meant to be drying it.

Beyond being vastly appreciated by me, the fact that we can see skin texture is also an excellent character detail, and it's deliberate. It wouldn't make any sense for a person who spends their whole day outside sweating and getting in the ocean to look perfectly airbrushed all the time.

It makes sense for someone who spends their whole day inside working on their computer to look airbrushed though, which Peat does. Especially in the first episode when he arrives on the island.

But you know what?

You can see Peat's skin texture too. They put more makeup on him than they do Fort but they don't cake it on. I cannot even TELL you how happy that makes me.

But this...this is what I really wanna talk about.

Do you see them?

DO YOU SEE THEM? DO YOU SEE THE BEAUTIFUL NORMAL STRETCH MARKS ON THIS MAN'S SHOULDER AND CHEST? DO YOU KNOW HOW AMAZING IT IS THAT WE CAN SEE THEM, THAT THEY DIDN'T EDIT THEM OUT IN POST OR SLAP MAKEUP ON THEM TO HIDE THEM?

*pauses to get myself together*

Listen I am someone who notices every single little mole, freckle, and birthmark that someone has because I think they're beautiful. It's probably concerning how often I notice them and how happy it makes me when I do. And it really makes me angry that these completely normal parts of someone's skin are seen as imperfections or only desirable when they're a certain size or on a certain part of their body. And you know what else always gets labeled as an imperfection? As something that has to be hidden?

Stretch marks.

Every single human being alive has stretch marks because every single human being alive has skin but for some reason, people are made to feel ashamed of them. They're made to feel like stretch marks are these unsightly things that they only have for x, y, or z reason.

Our skin stretches as we grow! Of course we all have stretch marks! All of us! Even the fittest, most shredded person you can think of has stretch marks! They aren't a consequence of your weight or how much muscle you have, they're part of having a body! They're NORMAL.

Do you understand how big a deal it is that we can see Fort's? That we can see every aspect of his skin, including and especially its actual fucking tone? This man--I just--just--

I WANT TO EAT HIM WITH A SPOON

I love that they didn't make him get shredded for this role I love how beefy he looks I love that he looks like a real person I love that you can see his shirt tan I love his fucking stretch marks I love the mole on his chest and the one on the back of his upper arm and the ones on his face I love love love love love!!!

Alexa, play "Piel Morena" by Thalia

#THIS MAN IS MAKING ME LOSE MY WHOLE MIND AND I'M MAKING IT EVERYONE'S PROBLEM #fort thitipong #love sea #love sea the series

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koolades-world · 5 months ago

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Hello! When you have time can you please do headcanons on the brothers (and side characters) reacting to MC pranking them by getting a brussel sprout, dipping it in chocolate and nuts, then wrapping it into a ferrero rocher covering and then going so far as to reseal the box? I think this would be really funny lol

hiii!! yes omg of course

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE (i think i timed this right? if not, i'm close bc it's still your birthday week lol) y'all go wish atom happy bday! literally so many of my bangers are a request she made. hope you had a wonderful birthday <3333

enjoy <3

Mc pranks everyone with fake Ferrero Rochers

Lucifer

he actually automatically assumes the anti-lucifer league put you up to this

you manage to dodge all liability for something you were totally responsible for

take this secret to the grave lest you suffer the wrath of lucifer haha

Mammon

he loves you so much, so he pretends to enjoy it since he assumes it's just an odd human thing

however afterwards, he immediately throws it away

you might casually mention it again in the future and then he realizes it was a prank all along

Levi

may or may not burst into tears because he thinks you hate him and that's why you gave it to him

please buy him a regular tray and show him it was just a prank

if you really love him, eat one yourself to show how sorry you are

Satan

if you were anyone else, there's no way you'd still be alive

seems the most likely to spit it out, but laughs it off with you

he might play a harmless prank on you back and hopes it's not the start of some mini war

Asmo

will outright ask you if you were being serious or not

that intense look in his eyes gets you to confess

as payback, he has you act as his mannequin for the evening to test out fun outfits and makeup looks on

Beel

he's the wrong one to prank lmao

he will deadpan eat them, tell you how oddly delicious and different they tasted

will ask for more. prank: failed

Belphie

he sees right through your shit

he will eat one, but will immediately realize what you did

won't retaliate but will give you the meanest stink eye ever

Diavolo

will happily eat it

he thinks it's just a human thing and will make sure to let you know he enjoyed it

it seems as if he actually liked it! is this success or not?

Barbatos

that 'candy' will not enter his mouth once

it's barbatos, he saw this coming and won't fall for it

in fact, you somehow end up eating it. well played barb, well played

Simeon

would for sure pretend to enjoy it

he doesn't want to hurt your feelings after all, since it was a gift

unless you ever admit to what you did, he will never say anything about it

Luke

like father like son

he assumes it was a well intentioned gift and will take the fact that he hated it to the grave

honestly maybe just don't do this to him it feels cruel haha

Solomon

he seems like he'd actually enjoy it

just convince him that it's just how they are now and he's been away from the human world for too long

however, this will all go out the window as soon as he buys himself a tray haha

Mephisto

he feels so betrayed haha

here he was, thinking you'd gone out of your way to give him a gift

contemplates retaliation, but decides not to because he deems himself a gentleman

Thirteen

she doesn't contemplate retaliation

her plan had already begun to moment she took a bite of your monstrosity haha

you may want to watch your back from now on, but she'll probably get you anyways

Raphael

i feel like he would at first be confused

but then, he's going to threaten you with his spear(s)

run for you life mc!

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zaine-m · 2 months ago

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Arcane Actors AU pt 4 (pt 3 link)

Vaughn (Vander's actor) and Brian (Benzo's actor) are both on the writing team for the show

Vaughn is really the heart of the cast, helping the kids with their school work and giving advice to the more up and coming actors like Jayce's and Vi's actors

He died in a car accident during the break between filming for season 1 and 2

It was really tragic for the entire cast. They held a memorial for him and made sure to keep as much of the story in season 2 as he would have wanted it

It helped them make the decision to make the flashbacks in watercolour because they couldn't actually have Vaughn film them

They had a good amount of sound bites for Vander from Vaughn testing out what different lines might sound like to have Vander say

Along with some CGI and unused season 1 footage they were able to do a pretty good job of not having the death affect the show that much

They were sad that Vaughn couldn't be the one standing in as Warwick but Brian was able to take on that role

Spencer (Silco's actor) and Vaughn met in film school and have always been generally in each other's orbits since, suggesting each other for gigs when the oppourtunity arises

Spencer is super famous. The kinda 'my parent's generation had crushes on him in their childhood and now my generation also has crushes on him' type famous

He screened all the auditionees for young Silco to make sure he was hot, “what, is that not what I looked like when I was in my 20s?”

Singed's actor is the kind of 'your grandparents found him hot and it's impressive he's still alive and kicking it'.

He lowkey wears more makeup for his pre-explosion scenes then for his post-explosion scenes

Most of the children are afraid of him when he has his makeup on. They were really worried about little Viktor's actor being scared off by him because they knew they probably wouldn't be able to find a disabled kid who wasn't scared of him and didn't want to tell Vincent they had to cast an abled kid for the role so they had the two actors spend a lot of time together before Singed got his makeup on and luckily it worked

#arcane #arcane actors au #silco arcane #silco #vander #vander arcane #arcane singed

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some-stars · 4 months ago

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god you know what i want? i want fic where vanessa is jealous of logan. and she knows it's stupid and unfair, because she doesn't even want to get back together with wade. what they had is over and they're both different people now and she can't live with that kind of constant background fear anymore...but it's the first time she's had to actually see wade be in love with someone else, and it stings.

because yeah, obviously she still loves him. if she could press a magic button and make herself invulnerable to gunshot wounds and erase the last six years of wade pushing her away and self-destructing until she had to remove him from her life because it just fucking hurt too much to stay...she's not completely sure if she would, but she'd give it some serious consideration, because she was happier with wade than she'd ever been with anyone else before. and even if she's found someone new, that kind of once in a lifetime lightning in a bottle, you can never really recapture it. they were special to each other.

or at least, she thought they were. but now wade watches logan unloading the dishwasher with that same dopey soft gaze he used to turn on her after sex, or when she was putting on her makeup and he'd sit on the toilet to keep her company, or just when they were watching tv and she glanced over and caught him mooning over her.

and she knows it's stupid, bitter, unkind, unhelpful to want that look all to herself when she's the one who told him no, more than once. especially when she is genuinely, with her whole heart so happy that wade is happy again, finally, whole and himself and alive again. she shouldn't want anything else besides that. but she can't help it.

idk, i guess i've just read one too many scenes where she nudges them towards each other benevolently, which is not like, inherently a bad thing to write. but she was so fucking in love with him too, you know? she wanted a family with him. she wanted forever. and maybe that doesn't just go away.

#deadpool

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vigilskeep · 5 months ago

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do you have any opinions/speculations about the potential for a succession crisis in ferelden? ik depending on worldstate there may have already been a mac tir and/or cousland holding the throne without incident for the past 10+ years w the last living theirin dead/frolicking through a field of flowers, but breaking hundreds of years of precedent like that does seem like it could kick up some instability, even if it was offscreen? and obviously even if alistair is king his womb is barren, so like, what gives.

oh i mean we’re definitely extremely fucked and there are no good options!

the theirin line is done for, for a start. even if the sole remaining one does become king, he’s a bastard with bad chances of having a child at all. his two known possible queens are a fellow warden—making the chances of conceiving even worse! near impossible, in his own words—and anora mac tir, who never managed it with her non-warden husband, and regardless of whether or not she is actually infertile as is rumoured, seems to be actively avoiding even trying, based on loghain dialogue if she marries cousland and her unwillingness to marry at all if she becomes sole queen

since anora and alistair are both unlikely to have children either alone or together, and a cousland spouse only lessens the chances for both of them, and those are... all our options... yes we will see a succession crisis in ferelden. it’s not a maybe. if anora and/or alistair clearly declare a chosen heir before their deaths we might be able to avoid it being an open conflict but whoever they choose will definitely suffer for lack of legitimacy

assuming no royal children, the only obvious contenders for the throne are teagan guerrin and fergus cousland, and any heirs thereof. both are alive in any worldstate

the guerrins are closely related to the royal family—cailan’s mother was the elder sister of eamon and teagan—and widely respected. alistair actually suggests passing the throne to eamon in dao, and he usually has a pretty good read for what’s reasonable. i don’t think this is a bad idea. on the other hand, teagan spent his youth in the free marches, and is headstrong and not particularly politically gifted. there’s also the question of his own marriage and heirs; since the epilogue slides aren’t canon, there’s no need to accept the one where he inexplicably marries what very much seemed in game to be an underage girl, but he definitely can lose his heart to a warden of any origin in like two conversations, and all in all you’d want him settled with an acceptable queen before we could take this seriously. otherwise we’ll just have another crisis about that. i mean, one hopes he’s married and a father already by dai for this to be anything. his free marcher connections might be a boon here bc i’d like ferelden to marry into them more

the couslands are second only to the royal family, and it was suggested by some even back during ferelden’s rebellion against orlais that bryce cousland should take the throne instead of the theirins. his son would certainly be an acceptable contender. fergus may not have any living children, but he has at least proved he’s capable of having children, which is somehow as good as it gets around here. he is trained as a capable leader and ruler, is very fereldan, and maintains good diplomatic relations with factions like the inquisition. the downside to this is that it alters the political makeup of ferelden quite a bit, in that the couslands have kind of survived as the only remaining family of such power by not trying for the throne. their rule would be even more absolute than the theirins because there would be no teyrns left at all to contend with it. someone like anora in particular would be very aware of this and also simply of how dangerous it is to promise ferelden’s future to him before her death. suddenly everyone would look to the couslands as the future and not to her

there aren’t many other options that we know of at this time. there’s alistair’s kieran, but i don’t take that seriously, morrigan would never allow it and a bastard’s apostate bastard raised half in the orlesian royal court is several steps too far. if connor guerrin lives and leliana is divine, assuming the ending of the circle of magi means that mages can hold titles now, he could be a possibility

it isn’t completely impossible for anora or alistair to have children, of course. if sole king alistair actually got around to marrying at some point, that’s probably the best chance for it out of the landsmeet options?

#written very sleepily but ive talked abt this a lot so i know it well

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bloodismymedium · 3 months ago

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Mona x Tina Toxic Yuri Headcanons because I’m a bad person 🫀🌸🔪🧁

Ya’ll can blame @dollsleeper for giving me the toxic yuri bug. I am officially a Tona shipper thanks to them XD

TW: references to sexual assault, stockholm syndrome, stalking and abuse

☠️ Mona didn’t think much of Tina when she first laid eyes on her, she was just another piece of meat to be used in her art, what really made her fall in love with Tina was when she heard her scream. She heard so many screams before her and always took twisted pleasure in hearing the screams of her victims but Tina’s screams just hit different, it was like a beautiful song to her and she wanted to hear it forever. Ironically, Tina’s screaming was what saved her life because it made Mona do what she never did with any of her victims… she hesitated in killing her. Mona would have many lesbian thoughts about Tina since that fateful day, she often wondered how soft her hair must be and how much she yearned to smell the perfume on her body again.

☠️ Mona became completely obsessed with Tina after hearing that beautiful scream of her’s and would end up stalking her for the next two years, memorizing her schedule, occasionally stealing her belongings but she didn’t make a move on her until after watching her interview. Mona took Tina’s “once you’ve been to hell, you don’t come back” quote as a sign that Tina wanted to come back to her, like a piece of her was still with Mona since that day and she was beckoning Mona to take her back… It was the most romantic thing Mona has ever heard in her life.

☠️ Mona actually tries to make sure Tina is as comfortable as possible. She took her beautiful, bloodstained lace bedsheets with her to put over the dirty mattress she has Tina placed on, she actually cooks her food even if they don’t turn out right most of the time, she’ll cuddle up with her if she looks like she’s cold, she’ll check to see if the pretty pink collar she picked out for her isn’t too tight, she even bathes her semi-frequently.

☠️ Tina is constantly trying to fight off the warm, fuzzy feelings that Mona gives her. She doesn’t want to admit how much she melts when Mona touches her thigh, she hates how good she feels when Mona says things like “you inspire me so much” and “you’re so pretty when you cry”, she finds herself actually blushing when Mona compliments her. Every day is an inner war to stop herself from falling in love with the woman who killed everyone around her, dismembered her and now keeps her hostage in what looks and smells like a lived in sewer.

☠️ Tina hates herself for finding Mona so pretty, she’s a monster, one who killed her sister, her boyfriend and her mother, mutilated her, keeping her alive just to treat her like some kind of toy or pet… and yet she thinks her long, black hair is so pretty, her eyes so beautifully haunting, the expressions she makes when she paints those horrible portraits are strangely charming, that course yet oddly soothing voice that makes her feel a strange combo of fear and comfort. She just can’t keep Mona out of her head and she hates it.

☠️ Mona loves to doll up Tina, dressing her up in pretty outfits and doing her makeup, trying out different hairstyles, she would even do her nails if she still had hands. Tina hates this but she’s learned not to fight back, having come to fear making Mona angry and besides, every day, against her better judgement she likes Mona’s games of dress up a tiny bit more. Mona knows this too, remembering the time when Tina blushed after Mona said she had good fashion sense.

☠️ Mona and Tina surprisingly have a lot of common. They both have a major sweet tooth, they both have a love for nature even though Tina is a deer girl and flower enjoyer while Mona is a rat and bug lady who collects molds, spores and fungus, they both have artistic talent and an interest in the arts (Tina being a knitter and sewer) and they even have a shared quirk in a tendency to play around with their hair when bored or anxious.

☠️ Tina is bisexual but she’s kept her sexuality a secret from her mother since she’s a conservative christian type and she feared she wouldn’t accept her if she found out, Jack and Flora both knew however. It can be surmised that Mona is pan since she has a very “a hole is a hole” mentality when it comes to sex but she wouldn’t identify as pansexual since she doesn’t really care for labels.

☠️ Shockingly, Mona hasn’t gone too far in forcing herself upon Tina. She could easily subject her to her darkest, sexual fantasies like she has done to so many others and you better believe she’s had some real devious thoughts and yet the worst she’s done to her is groping/squeezing her breasts and thighs on a regular basis or licking her face. Tina of course is horrified and disgusted by these acts and yet… why does her face and nethers feel so warm when she does it? And why does she whimper and mew the way she does when Mona bites her neck and shoulders even when she draws blood? And why does she always kind of look forward to when Mona cuddles up to her even when she’s soaking in blood?…

☠️ Bill is VERY jealous of all the attention Tina gets from Mona and is always thinking about murdering and getting rid of her so that he can be Mona’s “favorite” again but has enough smarts left to know that he would be severely punished, maybe even killed if he did so he has no choice but to grit and bare it. His patience will always be tested when Mona talks about her while they’re out murdering like when Mona finds some kind of accessory or article of clothing and will ask Bill “do you think Tina would like this?”. Bill will scare the shit out of Tina when Mona isn’t around in a vain attempt at revenge against her.

#mona x tina #tona #toxic yuri #headcanons #mona lanius #tina rosenburg #bill collins #urbanspook #urbanspook the painter #the painter #also yes the dividers are suppose to represent mona and tina respectively and the general vibes I get from them❤️❤️❤️

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The Hating Game (part 1)

I’m back with another Anubis oneshot! Made up Egyptian backstory. I’ll prob come back and edit all of this once we get Anubis’s actual backstory.

Pairing: Anubis x Mesopotamian!goddess reader

Synopsis: You hated him at first. You were told that you had to marry him for an alliance between your two countries and this set you off. Anubis had picked up on your energy and started throwing your insults back at you but he was deeply more affected by your mean words. Maybe eventually the two of you would get along.

TW: none.

WC: 1894

You sat outside from father’s throne room as he was inside talking to one of the higher-ups from another country. You couldn’t hear anything being said since the door was soundproof. This worried you about what they were talking about. Perhaps the previous trade negotiations weren’t as good as you thought. Was it Egypt again? One of the Egyptian governor officials was here speaking to your father which rarely ever happens.

Your mother saw you pouting outside of the room and asked you if things were okay. You shrugged and kept your face in the palm of your hands solemnly. “Beats me… father probably is failing to meet their end of diplomatic agreements.” You snickered but eventually just as you stood up the door opened and you saw your father standing with a serious expression glooming over his face.

“Oh nice, you’re here as I wanted.” He was smiling, this wasn’t good. You gave your father a curious look at what he meant by that.

“What does that exactly mean?” You folded your arms once again while your mother went to stand by his side.

“You’re being wed to Osiris’s nephew—"

“HUH?! HELL NO! Th— That’s off the table! Make a new deal if you care so much about your relationship with them!” You cut him off. You had met a few of them before and thought they were weird when they visited your home city. It must be some old perverted guy this time who begged your father for your hand to reunite the two countries. Your mind was screaming and panicking at the same time.

“You have no choice in this—" your mother spoke up but it was already too late.

“No choice?! You could’ve asked me what I want for once!” You were upset but there wasn’t anything you could do. Your father gave you a solemn look before speaking once more.

“You’ll get used to it, you’re leaving tomorrow morning. And the son isn’t who you think he is. At least from when I met him. You’ll like him in due time,” your father said your name before walking in the other direction. Your mother tried to comfort you but you brushed her off to go to your room.

You hated them. You hate them. Your anger repeated in your mind as you sat on your bed thinking. You couldn’t stand your parents and them choosing diplomatic relations over you. Your happiness should come first. Yet, it never came. Who was he? Your father was certain you would like him. Would you? You were screaming back in your pillow. Tomorrow and the rest of the week was going to be hell for you.

~~~ the following week

You hated leaving home and the new traditions you will have to eventually get used to as well. One of the maids had to force you to change clothes to their customs. You didn’t even see your father one last time before you were forced to leave your home the next day. Also, nobody told you who you were even betrothed to. You hated being alive…

As you tiptoed down the hallways you thought you could get some fresh air. You were constantly being pampered by maids and the priests who were tasked to please the gods— whatever that meant.

You heard two Egyptian men fighting around the corner and this cause you to freeze in place. You quickly tried to disperse in the other direction before one of them saw you. It was too late, and you were caught. “Oops, sorry I must’ve gotten lost!” You squeaked out without realizing whose presence you were in. One of the two men caught your eye more with the Jackal hat, eyeliner makeup and long hair that was tied into a unique braid.

“Get lost brat,” the other man that stood next to him you presumed was probably Set spoke harshly. The other man next to him growled at his rude statement.

“Aw, why do you have to be so mean~? Can you be a little nice for once?” The one with the braid pouted while growing impatient. You could tell the two had a bad relationship considering you had heard them arguing a bit ago.

“Shut the hell up Anubis, you can’t order or tell me what to do.” The other man grumbled before turning to leave and marched the other way. Your heart rate must’ve rapidly sped up. Who?! They’re gods… very well known and worshipped by their own people.

“Bleh, he’s always mean like that… I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. Maybe just sometimes I do, agh I don't know! Wait, who are you? Have we met before?” Anubis scratched stepped closer to you as he scratched the back of his neck while smiling excitedly. You were freaking out on the inside hoping this isn’t where you die. You internally groaned and just wanted to go home already. You couldn’t help but notice how long his nails were. This was frightening and you crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly while turning your head away.

“I’m no one, I mean— I was sent here by my parents. You don’t have to act so kindly with me if you’re trying to get something in return.” What were you even saying?! He probably could kill you right here. Good. Maybe your parents could learn their lessons from this.

Anubis’s mouth gaped by what you said. “Huh?!" He was probably mad but he was about to say something else before Isis turned around the corner. “Oh, you two had met!” She clasped her hands together excitedly.

Anubis looked confused and was wondering what she meant by that. “Anubis, this is your fiancé—"

“Him?! Ew no! I refuse.” You stepped back and this made Anubis refuse as well. Isis already was pre told by your parents you were very reluctant about this marriage decision. She also knew Anubis well and that he wouldn’t like this decision either.

“Agh, no one told me?! Please please please, tell father I’ll be good if he calls this off,” Anubis grabbed her shoulders and gave her a desperate look. You turned your head stubbornly but Isis pulled away from her adoptive son and said the decision was final.

“Osiris and Set were the ones to propose this, so you two will have to get acquainted with one another.” Isis turned to walk the other way but she couldn’t help but smile. Set? Was that the man that was with Anubis or so you think… you already knew who Osiris was. Isis knew eventually you and Anubis would grow onto one another.

As you stood puzzled by what Isis said. You felt a little relief wash over you. Was it because he wasn’t an old guy or ugly? “Just because we are supposed to be wedded doesn’t make you think you can touch me whenever or better yet do as you like,” you stood back still with your head held high. This irritated Anubis even more. Do what he wanted?

“Like I’ll— Like I’ll ever want to touch you either! What makes you think— think I wanted this as well?! You’re so mean.” You could hear his tone crack a bit. You felt a little bit bad but you quickly refrained from saying anything more. He sat near the wall with his legs up to his chest with a depressed aura looking over him.

Your first encounter with him wasn’t as good as you expected. Anubis didn’t even look at you as he sulked in his spot. His hat was covering how expression. Should you give him a chance? No. You still held resentment towards your parents and Egypt for this alliance.

You went to leave since things were looking incredibly bad for you. As you felt relieved to get away from the scene. You tried to breathe once again and wanted to try to calm your mind a bit. Once you saw you must’ve accidentally walked into a room full of written messages on the wall, and scrolls laid out on the floors. You couldn’t decipher the language. There was a notepad on the table that was in the middle of the room. It all seemed too foreign for you as you grew more curious about their culture and whatever this room was for.

“What the hell are you doing in here, girl?” You jumped from the tone of the man you ran into earlier who was arguing with Anubis. You had bumped into the table knocking over the stacked notes. You were remotely terrified by his presence.

“I— I just was curious about this room! Sorry, I’ll take my leave..” but he didn’t let you leave and had his arms crossed.

“Hold it,” he grabbed your arm making you scream but this made him tighten your arm and you pleaded for him to let you go. You were terrified of him, and this gave Set a pleased smile.

“Let go! Let go of me!” You screeched but this only made Set as you presumed who it was to let go and you took the opportunity to push past him. You wondered what the hell that was about. You were irritated and just wanted to sleep and find your way back to your room. Where were the maids to guide you? This wasn’t fair to you at all.

You quickly found your room but Anubis was waiting outside of your room with his face buried in his hands as he sat on the floor. “What are you doing here?” You were quick to ask but you kept turning your head hoping Set wasn’t following you.

“He tried to harm you, right? Did he? I heard you scream— but he didn’t hurt you right?" Was he concerned? You had to give him some benefit of the doubt over this. None of this was his fault either and he came here to make sure you were alright despite being mean to him earlier. He repeats words carelessly but it didn’t bother you. You hesitated before nodded showing the bruise he left on your wrist. Anubis was bubbling with rage and tried to move past you while growling. “I’m— I’m sorry, I’m sorry someone like you got into this mess. He’s not usually like this,” Anubis was pulling the straps on his hat down. He was upset? You gave him a puzzled look before continuing.

“It’s fine, but you don’t have to worry about me…" you were tired and didn’t want to get into any more fights today with him, or Set. Heck, you’d rather avoid Set as much as you can. Just as you were about to enter your room, you turned to him.

“We should at least try to get along, right?” You tried to hide your smile and a slight tint of pink on your cheeks.

“We can? Yay! I’ll show you around the palace tomorrow then, it’s a deal! It’s a deal!” Anubis ran down the corridor excitedly which made you confused for a moment. You didn’t agree with any of that, but again you’re bored and it’s better to get to know him right?

You couldn’t deny that he was cuter than you expected and was slowly tugging on your heart. You were hating how soft you were becoming. Maybe, just maybe things will be okay.

Note: it’ll take a few days for part 2. I have to do part for my Okita fanfic before then. Sorry if this is bad.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader#anubis ror #Anubis #anubis x reader #snv Anubis

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dissentersbedamned · 11 months ago

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that charlie redesign wanted me to redesign some others so here are some others, i was going to do husk, nifty, and sir pentious but i didnt feel like doing that

are these designs easier to animate? probably not am i claiming to be a better character designer than viziepop? yes

i might do the others but probably not i dont want to be know for this

individual characters and design notes below

i wanted to give her this soft color palette, making her stick out from the rest of hell, like an "angel" in hell

gave her a pink suit like her pilot design

gave her gold accents to give that royalty feel

her hair is now more curly/swirly to giver her a sheep look, along with the ears, kind of like how lucifer is associated with goats charlie has sheep

i also gave her ears to maker her not look like just a human

the darker pink-red color is supposed to contrast with her softer colors but not that much, it's supposed to convey that she is still a demon, the horns were also added to give that feel

bigger cheek makeup (?) and those gold "chains" were added to giver her a circus clown/ring leader look because hell is supposed to be like a circus

gave her tap shoes to convey shes likes music or someshit

darker color to contrast with charlies, a sun and moon thing going on

made her more moth like by making her hair look like moth wings, fuzzy leg warmers, and antennas (are those even antennas do moths even have antennas)

added a silver like color in her design to match with charlies gold

gave back her stocking from her pilot design and made her hand warmers mirror them

wanted to giver her a hot topic employee look

made her more look like she died in 2014 by giving her the red and black stocking + hand warmer, leg warmers, and making her x asymmetrical

her worm out shorts are suppose to give a 2014 feel but also are like that because moths just eat clothes sometimes

gave her the ribbon on her waist to mimic one of her old designs

her red is the same red in charlies pallet, they match +]

made him purple because i think limiting the main colors to each character is nice also because i think purple is a much more lust full color and to look similar to his old design

made him more spider like by adding an extra pair of eyes, fangs, two more legs and a spider butt lol

made him more fluffy and rounder to giver him a more effeminate/gnc look

gave him eyelashes for the same reason above

gave him a scar on the side that he has the golden tooth and different eyes because i think it would be cool is that was from an injury he had when he was alive

the coat was added so that it looks similar to his suit but still different enough so that not everyone is wearing one

the design on his pider butt and coat are suppose to look like a stylized spiders web

the hearts at the end of his heels are suppose to replicate the end of spiders feet

still kept him relatively skinny because i think he would have one of those arcs were a character starts off skinny but gets fatter to show that they're happy with life

still kept his suit because its such an important part to his character tbh and also so he can mirror charlies pink soft light pink suit with his dark dulled down red suit

gave him a tie so he looks more professional compared to charlies cutie bow tie

dulled down his colors so make him see older and stuck in an era

made him looked aged by giving him grey hairs, stubble, and eye bags

made his deer features more obvious by making his antlers bigger, more deer like ears, giving him a nose pike charlie, and giving him hooves

why alastor got socks on in the pool those are his hooves you bitch

actually made him black

still kept him skinny to give off that sickly skinny look

#🚬.dei.art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel redesign #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #angel dust #alastor #anti vivziepop #viziepop critical #im probably never going to this again dont worry folks #im going to bed #i think hazbin would be better if is was an early 2000s newground flash series

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valerie-is-in-the-cupboard · 1 month ago

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The Big Bad Wolf - Chapter Two: Ordinary Life - Bigby Wolf x fem!human!reader

(Y/n) woke up earlier that day. She couldn't sleep properly. Maybe because she fell asleep more on the couch rather than in her bed, every night trying to finish project after project, followed by hours spent scrolling numerous "how to organize your life" videos on TikTok - which, in her opinion, were bullshit.

Not that she never tried to stick to something: wake up, make bed, brush your teeth, go to gym, go to work, come back from work, eat, sleep… For her, it was refreshing to stick to something. To have one of those planned lives, where everything was just right.

Wake up.

The feeling of drinking your coffee as you watched the city, slowly writing down whatever you have to do for the day.

Go to work.

When you notice your paycheck came in. You rush to the mall, buying yourself something nice because you deserve it, right?

Sleep.

It truly is a beautiful…

Wake up.

… amazing…

Go to work…

… productive…

Sleep.

… maybe sometimes lonely…

Repeat.

… Life.

But as mentioned, (Y/n) woke up earlier that day. But not entirely because she didn't sleep well and her back hurt like Hell. And definitely not because she wanted to do some yoga before work.

(Y/n) woke up that early because she felt… lost. Captive. Because what is life if you don't get to live, right? What is life if nothing ever happens, leaving you rot in a pile of blankets while watching TV Series, hoping that something, anything exciting would eventually happen to you too.

So, she messaged her three best girlfriends: "How about we go out tonight?" Not something that happened often, so obviously she expected them to say yes.

(Y/n) tried to change something. Feel something. Be different than she usually was. She was so proud about the bolder makeup she did that day, following a tutorial on YouTube and almost crying three times because her eyeliner was not symmetrical and she was running out of time. She wore a new kind of outfit, inspired by the many hours spent while scrolling on Pinterest. She felt bold, invincible even… until she walked in front of the mirror… and she didn't look much different… But she remembered that Chinese proverb she read the other day on Facebook: "A journey to… something big begins with only one step" or… something similar.

Her eyes fell on the bottle of perfume she received on her last birthday. She used to like her old one, probably one of the reasons she never touched this one in the first place. But today was big. Today was different. Today she was a differe-

"New perfume?"

She looked at him, the elevator seemingly stopping somewhere in between the 5th and the 4th floor. "You… noticed?" Her hearbeat stopped, even if it was just for a moment, she already felt like she has been dead for years. "It's not… too much, right?" Maybe she went a little overboard with the change. Maybe she should've only used three puffs, instead of five. Now it was a painful death.

"No, no." Good. She was alive again. "But you can't fool this nose. It's nice, really." Scratch that. She was dead again, but a nice death this time. Like Juliet's… Wait, no. No, that wasn't that nice. "Covers the Marlboro scent just right."

Play it cool. "Thanks. I hope it will last more than half an hour tho." Bigby smiled. She smiled back. It went smooth, she told herself.

She was so happy that she even bought herself a coffee from Starbucks that day at work, because she deserves it. It didn't matter that it was twice the price of her usual coffee. It felt good. She felt good.

She knew that whenever you wish for something, someone works hard out there in the Universe, so you could at least get a quarter of what you wished for.

But maybe… that day… someone worked a little bit… too hard.

Not because her hair looked better than usual or because a guy flirted with her at the bar and she actually flirted back… at least for 3 minutes until he became a creep.

No.

Because she didn't expect her day to finish in the way it did. In a way that maybe, no one's day should finish.

She froze as the sound of cracking bones echoed in the dark alley, his hands elongating into claws. "Big… Bigby?" she asked, in fear, watching as the man turned into a 8 feet monster, his yellow eyes glowing as he glanced at her. His breathing turned guttural, each exhale a growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

Well… maybe the perfume lasting longer than half an hour really was the highlight of the day.

The Johnson's Apartment The Woodland Building 🕓Same day, 4:32 PM

"Shit," Bigby muttered as the stench of blood hit him the moment he opened the door. It was faint but unmistakable, mingling with the suffocating odours of mold, rotten food, and stale air. His heightened senses made the decay almost unbearable. "This place has not been touched in a while, huh..." he murmured, stepping cautiously inside.

Bigby entered the kitchen, half eaten rotten food sitting untouched on the table. Hesitantly, he opened the oven, revealing a mould-covered chicken that made his stomach churn despite everything he’d seen over the years. "Whatever happened here, it happened fast."

As he approached the couple's bedroom, the smell of blood intensified, a sharp metallic tang that made his pulse quicken. Pushing the door open, his eyes immediately locked on the dark red pool near the bed. “Fuck,” he muttered, crouching to inspect it.

Nearby, a black cat lay dead, its body grotesquely mangled, with flies already buzzing around. Bigby turned his head slightly, a hint of pity crossing his usually hardened expression. "This must’ve been the cat (Y/n) mentioned…" he whispered. Bigby approached the window, inspecting it first before opening it, fresh air filling the room.

As he turned, he noticed a phone on the unmade bed. "Weird... Don't think I've ever seen these mundies leaving without their phones..." He pressed the power button, but the screen remained dark. Dead battery.

His mind churned with theories. Maybe they ran. Maybe they had something to hide. But there were no signs of forced entry—no broken windows, no busted locks. What could have driven them to leave so abruptly?

Bigby was pacing around the living room when he noticed drops of blood underneath the coffee table. As he kneeled, he found a knife, splattered with blood. Carefully, he took it in his hand, sniffling it briefly. "Mundy blood..." Abusive husband? The wife tried to defend herself? His mind was a mess at the multitude of possibilities.

An abusive fight? Self-defense? The scenarios spiralled in his head. He set the knife down on the table, his gaze drifting to framed photographs lining the walls. The couple smiled brightly in every shot, a picture of normalcy. But Bigby knew better. Smiles could hide a thousand sins.

As he was preparing to leave, he noticed a black piece of clothing, crumpled near the couch. He grabbed it, analyzing it for a bit, before he rushed to the couple's closet. He picked a random piece of clothing from both of them, comparing the scents. "It's not..." he said as he took another sniff. "It doesn't belong to them..."

The thought clicked into place like a puzzle piece sliding into the wrong picture, but it made too much sense to ignore. His jaw tightened.

“They didn’t run,” he said, gripping the fabric. "They were taken."

Fabletown Business Office The Woodland Building 🕓7:04 PM

The Fable residents of the Woodlands gathered in the Office, their displeased whispers growing into a low rumble that gnawed at Bigby's patience.

"Snow," he muttered, leaning closer to catch her attention. "Maybe we should've kept this under wraps for now." The irritation in his tone was impossible to miss.

Snow crossed her arms but met his gaze evenly. "It's the only way we might find more clues."

"No. These people don't even glance at a mundy, let alone talk to them. We should've gone straight to (Y/n). She was one of the last people to see the Johnsons. They might’ve told her something."

Snow sighed, her composure slipping slightly. "And we will. But first, we need to ensure—"

"—It wasn’t a Fable," Bigby cut in, the possibility too large to dismiss, even if Snow seemed unwilling to consider it.

"I don’t believe it is," she countered, her voice steady. "But if it were, keeping the mundies out of our affairs is even more critical."

Bigby’s face betrayed his skepticism, but before he could argue, Snow stepped forward and addressed the murmuring crowd.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your day, but as you’ve heard, a mundy couple living in this building has gone missing—"

"So what?" Gren growled, leaning lazily against the wall. "We’re here to celebrate?"

Snow inhaled sharply. "I don’t think—"

"I'm sorry, Miss White," Bluebeard interrupted, his voice oozing with sarcasm. "But since when is a mundy’s wellbeing our responsibility? I thought their presence here was just a way to milk them for rent while keeping our payments tolerable."

"They live among us, Bluebeard. Of course, we need to look after them," Bigby snapped, his irritation bubbling closer to the surface.

"And what do you plan to do about it, Sheriff?" Gren spat, pushing off the wall. His tone dripped with derision. "Do you think we care? If you ask me, whoever got rid of them deserves a round of applause."

"That’s enough," Beast interjected, stepping forward with his palms raised. "Let’s calm down."

Gren shrugged him off. "No, I won’t shut up! This place was ours first. We let the mundies in to keep the rent down, and now they’re our problem? Dead or alive, I couldn’t care less. And you," he sneered, pointing at Bigby, "maybe if you care so much about them, you should go live with them. I’ve seen the way you look at that bitch, (Y/n)—"

"I dare you to say that again," Bigby growled, stepping closer, his fists clenched.

"That’s enough!" Snow’s voice cut through the rising tension like a whip. All eyes turned to her as she stood firm. "Like it or not, the mundies’ presence helps us live more comfortably. If they disappear, there will be questions—questions we don’t want."

"She’s right," Beauty added timidly. "If the mundies vanish, the police will get involved, and—"

"That’s what you care about?" Bigby barked, his disbelief palpable.

"What else is there to care about?" Bluebeard shot back.

"How about the fact that two innocent people might’ve been kidnapped or killed?"

"Bigby..." Snow warned, her voice low but insistent.

"They live in our fucking building!" Gren spat.

Bigby turned on him, his anger simmering just below the surface. "Maybe if they knew what kind of monsters lived here, they wouldn’t have moved in. But guess what—they don’t."

Without waiting for a reply, Bigby strode toward the door, his steps heavy with frustration.

"Bigby!" Snow called after him, but he didn’t stop.

"I’ll figure out what happened myself," he said, pausing just long enough to glance back at the room. His voice dropped, cold and venomous. "And if I find out any of you had a hand in it, I’ll throw you down the Witching Well myself."

The door slammed behind him, leaving the room in stunned silence.

The Dead Rabbit Financial District, Lower Manhattan 🕓Late...

"Wait, so you really like the guy?" Lhea asked (Y/n) as the waiter brought them a new row of drinks.

"Hey, I've seen him and he's actually hot, ok?" Brenda intervened, while the third girl, Anne, was too busy looking at her phone. "Anne, you still talking to that prick?" Anne put the phone down for a moment, the others already knowing the answer. "He talks to like five other girls!"

"Yeah but... Look, it's just for fun, ok? Nothing serious!" Anne said in her defense, making Brenda roll her eyes.

"Anyway, tell me (Y/n)! You didn't tell me the jacket story!" Lhea said excitedly.

"It's nothing really. We were just smoking and he gave me his jacket because it was cold..."

"He wants to fuck you," Brenda said casually, making them all chuckle at her bluntness.

"No, he doesn't!" (Y/n) said, still laughing slightly. "Why can't someone be just nice?"

"Because they're men." Brenda continued, clearly approved by Lhea.

"Guys, it's not true," Anne said, a serious look on her face. "You know, guys are not always after fucking something... When I met Jacob, he was really sweet without trying to get into my pants."

"Yeah and then he cheated on you. I thought we stopped mentioning Jacob." Lhea protested.

"I'm just saying!!" she turned to face (Y/n), a genuine smile on her face. "Look, if this guy is as nice as you say, maybe you should just follow your heart."

"You sound like a fortune cookie, Anne." Brenda joked as Anne sighed.

"Jacob used to say that too…" she muttered, prompting a collective groan from the group.

"But hey..." Brenda continued, her eyes meeting (Y/n)'s. "If you like him, maybe you should give him a chance... Who knows? After all, as far as you've told us, he's the only one who's not a dickhead in that building."

(Y/n) smiled slightly. "Yeah... It kind of sucks really... I'm glad we got to talk. People there are... weird."

"Mm, I get it!" Lhea said, her mouth full of tiramisu. "I once had a neighbour who was like OBSESSED with me!"

"I remember that creep!" Anne intervened. "One time, when I visited Lhea, he followed me to the subway."

The girls laughed, and for the first time in what felt like ages, (Y/n) felt lighter. But as the clock ticked closer to midnight, the reality of an early morning loomed.

As she exited the bar, (Y/n)'s heels echoed on the street. The subway wasn't far away, so she decided it would be better to walk, rather than get a cab. It wasn't the first time she's been in these parts of the city, so it didn't seem like a bad idea.

The dim streetlights cast long, flickering shadows, and the distant hum of the city felt muted, as though the night itself held its breath. But as she walked, a weird feeling engulfed her. She felt uneasy, alone in the dark streets. With a sigh, she stopped, fishing for her phone in her purse to call an Uber, when voices drew her attention.

At first, they seemed muffled, but still violent, making her feel vulnerable. She quickly dropped her location to the Uber and retreated in an alley, trying not to draw much attention towards her. The Uber was 8 minutes away, so she didn't have to wait long.

But suddenly, as she was getting ready to call her mom so she could at least feel less alone, the voices drew her attention.

"Fucking, wolf..." a voice said, making (Y/n) turn in their direction. She saw two men. They seemed short and chubby, walking towards her. 5 minutes she thought as she looked on her phone.

She knew the driver would see her in case something happened, so she tried to stay calm, not wanting to draw their attention.

"Hey, doll, whatcha doin'?" one asked as they both chuckled. (Y/n)'s palms were sweaty as she watched the Uber's location. It wasn't far. Maybe if she just ignored them...

"Helloo??" The other one asked. She hesitantly looked up at them, as they approached. "We asked you a question, doll. What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" he sneered, his grin wide enough to make her stomach churn.

(Y/n) saw them. They looked... weird. She cleared her throat, trying to play it cool. "I'm... I'm good."

"Look, idiot! You scared her!" the man said, as he cleared his throat. "Excuse my associate here." he leaned on the wall next to her. "He doesn't know how to speak to pretty women... Only spoke to ogres before."

"Fuck you, man!"

(Y/n) could practically see the Uber, but...

"So, would you like to join us to a drink or something? We're actually good company."

"I'm in a hurry." (Y/n) said, hoping that might make them change their minds.

"In a hurry? But sugar, why? We have all night, really." he said as he tried to grab her by the hand. Letting out of a scream, (Y/n) reached for the pepper spray in her pocket, spraying it into the man's face as he screamed. "Fuck! Get her, Dum!"

The other man ran after her. She stumbled and fell, dropping the pepper spray as the man gripped her by the coat. "You whore!"

"Hey!" a familiar voice echoed in the alley, making both of the men stay back. (Y/n) looked, shocked to see Bigby approaching. "Get your fucking hands off her!"

"Easy now, Bigby." Dum said with a smirk. "If you wanted a taste too, you should've said. We can share her, you know?" (y/n) froze when she saw the man pulling out a gun. "Easy now, dog. You don't want to eat bullets tonight, right?"

"I will not repeat myself-" Bigby tried to say, only to be cut off by a sharp pain in his abdomen, the sound of the shot covering (Y'n)'s scream.

"Bigby!" She screamed, feeling herself getting yanked by the other one.

"Don't worry, sugar! He's gonna be ju-" the man froze, a low growl rolling through the alley like distant thunder. The air around him seemed to ripple as Bigby's form expanded, clothes tearing at the seams. His hands twisted into claws, and his teeth glinted like daggers under the streetlamp. Her breath hitched as her brain struggled to reconcile the man she knew with the monster before her.

"Big... Bigby?" she whispered, crawling away, her back hitting the cold wall. His yellow orbs met hers, sending a shiver down her spine. He suddenly jumped towards the man who touched her, hitting him hard enough for him to fly across the alley. Another loud shot made her ears ring, Bigby's skin being pierced by yet another bullet.

"Stay back, wolf!"

(Y/n)'s attention was caught by the screen of her phone that lit up, the notification that her Uber was there. A muffled "Run!" rang in her ears, when a sudden rush of adrenaline made her jump towards the street.

She quickly opened the door of the Uber, getting inside. "Drive! Drive!" she ordered, as the man floored it, too scared by her unsettling behaviour.

Her heart raced and her mind was still fuzzy, occasionally looking back, making sure they weren't followed. The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his eyes wide with concern. “What the hell happened back there?”

"Just... take me to The Woodland, please." She said, the driver not daring to ask any more questions. She clutched her knees, her mind racing. The adrenaline was fading, leaving behind a crushing weight of unanswered questions.

#the wolf among us #bigby #bigby wolf #twau #twau bigby #twau2 #twau snow white #telltale games #fables comic #fables bigby #bigby x reader #bigby wolf x reader #human reader #fem reader #x fem reader #the big bad wolf

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micksture · 7 months ago

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hello i’m back on the grind and today i bring you the fullbody refs i nearly did a backflip over 🌞 hope you’ll like em

notes under the cut

CHARLIE

- Former Princess of Hell. She resigned from her role and place in the royal home because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to fulfill her dream of redeeming Sinners. Her parents had different plans and expectations for her, and deem her as an embarrassment. Charlie lived in a dingy apartment and worked a couple of jobs for a few years to gather money. She struggled, but she finally earned enough to afford an empty, run down building. At the start, she and the gang will have to start rebuilding and renovating it to make the hotel she planned to build :p

- More goat motifs (ears, nose, horns, pupils, legs and hooves)

- Doll-like joints, which make her movements awkward and robotic at times

- Fangs and buck teeth <3

- Fluffy, puffy hair!!! The color is a mix of Lucifer’s hair back when he was still an angel (golden) and the hair he has now, after falling (red)

- One snake on each side of her head. Both of them are different species and have different personalities. They’re also super venomous, but she doesn’t rlly use that ability

- A mole under her left eye because I just couldn’t help myself hehe

- Tail that she can’t retract and has all the time. It’s a bit too short and just bothers her most of the time by accidentally knocking stuff over

- A blue ‘blouse’ (it’s actually a long sleeve top with buttons printed onto it, kinda like those silly faux tuxedo t-shirts) and shoes with accents of the same color, as any variant of blue is a vital part of the very loose dress code for the hotel’s workers. She also wears blue earrings and always adds a bit of blue to her makeup :3

- Other than that I think her outfit is pretty much similar? At least to the Pilot one

- I tried to sneak in some hearts to her design and just overall make her look friendly and awkward lolz

VANHI

- Former Exorcist angel. She gained consciousness during an extermination and was discarded solely because of that fact. Exorcists are programmed to be killing machines that feel nothing and don’t ask questions, so when they gain consciousness (which is very rare), their higher ups – so Lute and Adam – get rid of them. Vanhi was found by Charlie two days later, miraculously still alive. Charlie rushed her back to her apartment and slowly nursed her back to health, recognising her as an angel, but not an Exorcist. They’ve known each other for 3 yrs now, and they took some time to grow fond of each other but they’re getting there

- Obviously, the name change… She did used to be called Vaggie (when she was still an angel), changed it after being banished from the holy troops and left behind in Hell

- STRRRONG 💪💪💪💪 probs the strongest one out of the main six characters, at least physically

- Lots of scars all over her body from previous battles

- Long teased hair put up in a high ponytail for practical reasons. The black tips are dyed. Also RACOON TAIL!!!!!!!!

- Some moth motifs, like the antennas that mimic a bow and also her hair kinda resembles the wings of a moth when it is down.

- A funky ahoge (I think that’s what it’s called..) that looks like a halo :3

- A different eyepatch + protective gloves

- She wears a pink and white striped pullover under her blue shirt and she also has mismatched socks 👾

- Angelic spear, obvi.. its’ handle is a little bent in the middle, because Adam tried to snap it in half for dramatic effect and failed LMFAOJEBW BOZO

ANGEL DUST

- He’s a famous pornstar under Valentino’s contract, and he has been for some time now. Before that, he’d perform in clubs

- Lots of Valentino’s influence in his choice of clothing: shorts, boots, the black top, pink gloves + fur scarf, rings and the collar. The only thing that wasn’t gifted to him by the overlord is the pinstriped shirt and hat that he’s had since the very arrival in Hell. ALSO SHOUTOUT TO MY FRIEND FOR THIS IDEA: the buttons on his suit are little flies because he’s a spider!!!!!!

- Six eyes, four arms (but he can also grow out two more), pedipalps and abdomen to rlly play into the spider theme

- His teeth are stained with Val’s red saliva

- He has lots of toned pink spots all over his body. I couldn’t rlly decide on an exact design for his markings and I felt like there was already a lot happening on him so I just went with little pink speckles

- Very fluffy :v

ALASTOR

- Powerful Overlord that came back from his seven years of radio silence to invest in the biggest flop of a project in Hell and stick around, seemingly just to laugh at its’ failure

- Toned down colors yay

- Long, pinstriped crimson suit worn over a beige dress shirt, 1930s inspired shoes (they still have the silly hoof prints on the bottom don’t worry) and a tie because I’m sick of the bazillion bowties 👿👿👿

- Voice box located between the top of the knot of his tie and the bottom of his high neck ruff. He often uses it to speak without moving his mouth

- The two sharp ridges that peek from under his neck ruff and have a white glow to them are actually a part of a collar. He’s forced to wear it because of his deal. It’s made of angelic metal, so he can’t really take it off anyway

- For the deer features, I changed his ears to be a little more deer-like, made his antlers bigger and gave him a deer nose :p He has a tail and hooves too but he hides them as much as possible

- No fuckass bob 🙏

- Couldn’t help myself and gave him a pencil mustache 🕴️

- Staff inspired by a 1930s microphone. It can be shortened to a regular mic or expanded to work as a cane!! It's a sentient being and it often adds to situations/conversations by playing sound effects. And yes it does have tiny antlers hehe

- Different monocle

- Some green accents because his magic is green idk

HUSK

-A former Overlord, long past his prime. His enjoyment of Alastor’s 7 year absence was short lived – now, he has to deal with even more annoying people in the hotel. He works the bar and because of Charlie’s request he’s allowed to only fix up mocktails instead of real alcoholic drinks

- Based his design on a mainecoon cat, so he’s super fluffy. Lots and lots of fur, which is unkempt because he gave up on trying to care for it a while ago

- Owl wings. His right wing is clipped (because of the deal with Alastor) and he can no longer fly. He can’t even expand this wing to its’ full length without having to painfully strain it to get it to move out even a little bit

- boy why u so eyebrow…….

- I live for chubby Husk <3

- A bunch of scars

- A rough beard and a droopy mustache

- A stained, patterned blue shirt with rolled up sleeves and a missed button at the top, tiny magician hat, black pants + suspenders and a green cloth to wipe empty glasses

- Give this poor man a break…

NIFFTY

- Used to work at a tailor shop and one day, she came across Alastor when he went in to get his suit fixed after a fight. Rather than being presented with a deal offer, she offered her soul to him herself. He agreed, of course, but he was so weirded out by this that he decided to spare her life to further observe her antics. They’ve grown fond of each other and now have a father-daughter relationship of sorts

- I rlly leaned into the idea of her being a bug… She’s a grasshopper/ant mix, so she has antennae and mandibles

- Fluffy, glowy hair that she curls with hair rollers every day

- Green eye (same shade as her dress)

- Freckles :3

- Big patterned dress, a matching head scarf, blue apron and blue cleaning gloves

#hazbin redesign #hazbin hotel redesign #my art #artists on tumblr #hazbin hotel #hazbin #digital art #art

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chidoroki · 6 months ago

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My Dress Up Darling ch107

*KICKS DOWN DOOR IN ABSOLUTE GLEE* I know I haven't rambled on about any other chapter previously despite following the manga for a handful of months but NOW I MUST! "But why now so suddenly?" Because confessions actually happened baby, that's why! To heck with putting spoiler warnings; we all wanted this to happen anyway! I honestly just wasn't expecting it to happen now of all times, especially after Marin stated in the previous chapter that she wasn't going to ask Gojo for help anymore.

Poor Gojo, zooming all the way over to her place worried because she wasn't answering his texts back and he's met with something he probably never imagined hearing. Sure, things have been a bit awkward between them ever since the Haniel cosplay at Comiket, but they still managed to have lunch at home with grandpa and Marin's dad and even visited a hina doll festival together. I'm not certain how many days it's been since Comiket, but it's no wonder Gojo is thrown off a little despite how distant they were at school too. We, of course, know where this sudden change is coming from on Marin's end though.

The mood shifted between them after she noticed how quiet Gojo seemed after the Haniel photoshoot and while she had every intention to ask him what's wrong during their hina festival trip, she held back and put on a fake smile just to try and enjoy a normal day together. The need to fix whatever gap that's forming in their friendship slips further away after Gojo admits to his cousin in ch104 that he hasn't been able to practice making hina dolls as much recently, which is true due to how determined he was as creating the perfect Haniel costume (& every costume that came before it really), but the truth hits Marin harder since Gojo had just mentioned previously on their way to the showroom in ch103 that he wants to show all his progress and achieve his dream of becoming a kashirashi while his grandpa is still alive. Understandable how that admission leaves her speechless and causes Marin to feel some guilt starting to eat away at her, since I'm certain she would feel absolute horrible if her requests got in the way of Gojo feeling that heartfelt praise from someone he admires so much. Hell, she even excused herself from the showroom with a lame excuse just for us to see her at the end of ch104 breaking down and crying at home.

Marin believes she's been a burden to him and interfering with his progress, now wishing that Gojo called her out on it earlier and while I'm very pleased he denies straight away that he never viewed her in such a way, I'm also so relieved that he manages to figure out exactly why she might be suddenly looking down on herself.

He then brings up his grandpa's advice about how doing all kinds of stuff can come in handy one day and improve his skills with hina dolls, which was confirmed by the sweet old man himself when he commented Gojo was improving his line work after doing Marin's makeup (ep7/ch18). Marin does indeed know this because after hearing about how closed off Gojo was during his childhood, she suggested the two of them should experience all kinds of places and activities during their summer vacation, to which Gojo happily agrees with that day at the beach.

He reiterates that choosing to create all of Marin's costumes was solely because he wanted to, not because she forced him into it (which further supports how dearly he listens to her advice from ep1/ch1 about not letting anyone use you for their own personal gain). Branching out really changed him for the better too. Not only is he learning more and more about clothing and designing but he's also making new friends and cherished memories through all these months spent with Marin which is something our once lonely boy desperately needed in his life.

And I appreciate that he expresses his thanks to her since it's usually her that's showering him with praise after ever perfect costume he spends countless hours making for her. I will admit that I wasn't expecting her to.. snap back quite like this though.

Of course I remember how desperately she wanted to know what's going on in his mind after Comiket, but to see her get ticked off like this? Damn. I mean, it isn't uncommon, as we've at least seen her tell off creeps before in both anime (ep1) and later manga chapters (only example I can remember atm is ch77), but to Gojo? Oh boy. It's not just him she's acting strange to either, as she wasn't nearly as lively and carefree as she normally seems around her other friends too when they went out for karaoke, so it's safe to say that this new distance between her and Gojo really put her mind in a bad place. Going from being incredible close friends to barely speaking a couple words is bound to throw anyone through a loop.

I'm not saying her shouting is a bad thing either. One of the first things she ever tells Gojo (ep1/ch1) is to not hide his feelings and speak up about them to others, so I can understand how she can be a bit annoyed with how closed off he's been for however many days it's been since Comiket. It can hurt even more considering how they became such great friends since the series started however many months ago too. He has the chance to explain himself, but cuts himself off and the silence becomes too much for her to handle, leading her to dismissing him.

It's not like Gojo doesn't have an answer for his recent behavior; he does, but he's purposefully holding back to avoid making a real big mistake which is saying something you know you'll regret.

I'm glad I actually went back a couple days prior to this chapter dropping to read the last 10ish chapters on a whim because I feel like I understand this big, internal battle Gojo has going on in his mind right now a bit better. I believe Gojo thinks of Usami first (the fabric store clerk who actually wasn't in the anime for some reason?) because Gojo is leaning towards the idea of remaining quiet as to not upset Marin, but then remembers the story Usami told him back in ch105 about how he originally wanted to design clothing but chose a different career path in order to please his father. While Usami does eventually follow his dream and switches jobs thanks to his wife's kind words, he tells Gojo his biggest regret was not being able to tell his father how he really felt back then. I'm sure this is what gets Gojo to consider telling Marin the truth about why he's been acting so quiet lately, but then remembers Nobara (the girl we saw from his first flashback at the very start of the series) and how harsh her words to him were back when they were both kids. We know how deeply those words affected Gojo all these years but also learn in ch106 that Nobara herself has been regretting that moment ever since as well. Fair to say that small snippet of life ate away at both of them in different ways, which is what leads into the memory about Marin from ep1/ch1 about being true to your own feelings and how keeping them to yourself will only hurt you.

So, despite us readers seeing in big, bold text how Gojo's repeatedly telling himself to keep his mouth shut in order to preserve whatever kind of friendship he and Marin have left, the flashbacks allow him to think a bit more clearly and push him enough to finally reveal why he's been acting so strange since the Haniel cosplay: our boy was jealous. And it's not a recent realization either. He's harbored such feelings for quite some time, at least since watching Marin model for her job (ch50) and from watching her slay in the Rei cosplay during the school festival (ch62). He just suddenly has a name for his mood.

I can't say I totally blame the kid. Having so many strangers admire a friend of yours in such a would no doubt instill some protective/jealousy vibes, especially if you really care for said friend a decent amount. Same kinda feelings if someone was ogling your bf/gf/partner, ya know? The whole "make me your prisoner" line is from ch96 and was indeed a request from Gojo to Marin for the Haniel cosplay. From what I remember, the creator of the fictional 'Mandate of Heaven' series is very hard to please and any adaptations of his work could never meet his high standards. I can't recall if there's a serious reason behind it or not, but Gojo took it as a personal challenge to create the perfect cosplay, but it could only be done with Marin's help by really showcasing an uncaring attitude and emotionless smile that would cause everyone to fall for her anyway. And oh boy, does our girl nail it. A bit too effective in Gojo's case too.

The "I wanted it to stop" and Gojo admitting himself as selfish does bring up the offer Marin received in ch100 to my mind. Basically, a lady from some fancy agency gave Marin her card and told our girl to get in touch with her if she wanted to cosplay full time. I honestly don't remember if Marin had ever mentioned that she wanted to go professional or if she ever believed she could reach such a level, as this seems to just be a hobby she finds joy in, but with such an offer now on the table, I wonder how that idea will play out now that we're all aware of Gojo's jealousy. Seeing Marin draw a crowd during the school festival and at Comiket seemed a bit irritating enough for our boy, so imagine how he might feel when Marin's influence reaches an even larger audience. I highly doubt Gojo would ever actually tell Marin to stop cosplaying just to spare him of feeling jealous though, and I don't think she would consider stopping herself either. If anything, she was about to tell him about it, until a phone call from Gojo's cousin interrupted their conversation, but perhaps this could still be discussed next chapter or sometime in the future.

Anyways, Gojo admitting his jealousy is one thing, but he's too good of a boy to tell Marin to stop cosplaying. I can't imagine all the cosplaying would end either since that is quite literally the main idea for the series. It also wouldn't feel right for him to continue to pursue his dream working with hina dolls if she can't go out to enjoy her passions either. All that aside, he's too busy figuring out why in the world he's feeling jealous in the first place.

I WISH I could remember exactly which chapters all these Marin flashbacks belonged to but for the life of me, I simply can not. I just skimmed through the entirety of it and quite possibly too quickly to find them all, so I apologize. That being said, I was certain the first one was from the first chapter when Gojo first showed Marin the hina doll inside the sewing room at school, but that panel isn't anywhere there, so I'm mistaken. I fall short with locating the second panel as well, since it doesn't give me any clue on what outfit she might have on like the others do. The third however! That's from ch61! Right as Gojo is getting ready to do her makeup for the Rei cosplay during the school festival. Their whole class is crowded around Gojo to watch him work his magic, unknowingly adding to the pressure he feels, when Marin notices his nerves and simply asks if he's okay. The fourth flashback is from ch89, when they're out shopping for supplies for the Haniel cosplay. Gojo is taking his sweet time browsing through all the fabrics, making sure he finds the best choice when Marin suggests she goes off and gets a head start at looking at other stuff they'll need to buy. She tells him to leave this part to her and that "cosplay is a two person affair, right?" So, two outta four ain't bad I think, but I do wish I had context for the first two flashbacks considering the next panel is just..

THIS. Our precious boy actually saying those wonderful three words! Sure, he's told her how beautiful she was during ep5/ch14 (though he was falling asleep on the train) and sorta offhandedly admits that Marin can be cute during his conversation with Shinju in ep9/ch28, but THIS is to her face! Out loud! With purpose and feeling! I honestly wasn't expecting him to openly confess first like this, especially with how much time we've spent in Marin's head as she wasn't shy at all with her thoughts and fantasies to us readers, but whatever! It's real and happening!

Dude feels so ashamed of himself for no reason. Okay, I know there's reasons, as we've just spent how long going through all his buried emotions to understand what he's been feeling for the past however many weeks or months it's been since he first had these feelings, but I can't be too bothered by it all since that grab of his scarf has captured all my attention.

YEESSSS SWEETIE! Get your man! No hesitation! No teasing cheek kiss to a big bunny costume he's wearing to a Halloween party like during ch48 either! Thank fuck! Damn, I'm gonna go crazy whenever this entire chapter get animated.

Ohhh it feels so long since she first admitted her love to him over the phone in ep12/ch39 to an already dead asleep Gojo, but girlie does not waste a single second to spill her feelings out for him to actually hear loud and clear this time!

Absolutely love how any and all tension that was looming over these two kids the past couple chapters effectively vanishes in an instant when Marin switches right back to her usual cheerful self. The big sparkles in her eyes and even the heart backgrounds in her excited text bubbles are too precious!

Pfftt, his completely blank face. Someone save our boy for he has no idea what he just got himself into.

I appreciate that Marin isn't mad about Gojo being jealous, since he was so worried that it could've ended their friendship, but I do hope they can both work to lessen their slight jealous tendencies since their feelings are now out in the open and mutual. I don't think the jealousy is gonna be a complete serious issue between them, but Marin has brief moments. The only moment that comes to mind however is when she finds out Gojo asked Shinju to come over to his place to work on her cosplay (ep10/ch30), but I can chalk that one up for laughs more than anything. With Gojo, I dunno. I'm certain Marin will tell him not to worry about anyone else and perhaps how she's only interested in him, or something along those lines.

Our boy has not moved an inch throughout Marin's adorable love ramble. Gojo is truly stun-locked.

And let's goooo, we even get another kiss! As high on cloud nine as I am for these two.. Marin, honey, you gotta slow down! Gojo is so overwhelmed by all this right now, he's practically shaking! Whether it's because she also confessed or because.. well, she's still laying right on top of him like this. Our boy needs a moment to relax!

Sweet lord.. I'm so thrilled for them. The confession was so worth the wait and done real well in my opinion if my endless chatter wasn't proof of that enough. I haven't a clue on what will happen next chapter, but for Gojo's sanity, I pray that Marin's dad does not walk through that front door. Other than that, I think Marin will eventually bring up the professional cosplay offer she received and ask for Gojo's opinion. I have a feeling she might discard it so their cosplay duo can continue just like it does now, but I can also see how Gojo might make her reconsider, like if he's gonna continue with his hina doll goals then she should have a grand dream of her own too. The whole jealousy thing might be talked out a little bit more, but maybe it's just solved for comedic purposes. I dunno, but we shall see.

So yeah. I've fangirled enough over these two cute kids. For now. Who knows if I continue these ramblings for upcoming chapters or not. It certainly wouldn't be first time I planned to chat about just one chapter and ended up writing out several more for a series. It's quite possible.

#my dress up darling #marin kitagawa #wakana gojo #chidoroki used chatter #so funny story.. i um. wrote this all out last week. like friday when i saw the ch. but forgot to post. so here it is. finally free. huzzah

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gamerism · 4 months ago

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Kiryu Kazumi is an interesting exercise in fandom, in my opinion. And I wanna talk about that.

[Kazumi is the fan created drag persona for Kiryu. Often Kiryu is genderfluid or exploring identity through her.]

Kazumi places a few tiers down the "non-canon fandom iceberg". She exists in response to Goromi who is already a very minor thing in canon, and was written as a Bit/with the intent to make an offensive joke about drag/ect, the fandom were the ones who made Goromi mean more than that. So Kazumi is a layer down from all of that already.

Despite her existence being entirely fanmade, she's not a vehicle for the fandom to cannibalise the source material into something unrecognisable purely for fanworks' sake. Though she might look it on the surface.

If the fandom decided to make Goromi mean something because she's the most blatant moment of queercoding for Majima in a long history of queercoding for him, then her theme is ultimately masculinity in canon.

Which is absolutely what Kazumi is about. Kiryu sits at the very beating heart of Like A Dragon's themes about masculinity. Be it toxic, be it ideals, be it the kind of appearances you're expected to maintain in the yakuza. Kiryu shoulders the heavy burden of them all.

We see him exhibit both positive and toxic masculinity throughout the series. But what the games have rarely brought up for him, is the rejection of masculinity in any context, or at least, femininity in equal amounts.

This isn't really surprising, if they're unwilling to make Majima say he's gay with his own mouth after using queerness as a means to Other him and make him seem dangerous, untrustworthy and even scary...they're certainly not going to have their shining beacon of Honour, Kiryu, do that. (Majima's queerness and coding has changed role somewhat over time and is generally more neutral or positive in positioning now. But even as recently as Yakuza Kiwami, it was being used in a negative way.)

So Kazumi serves the purpose for fans who wish to delve more deeply into that thorny complex relationship to masculinity.

[Kazumi In Kiwami 2 On NexusMods] By kiryussideburns.

Personally I find the idea of Kiryu exploring Kazumi as a means of escape, as a means of fully free self expression (something Kiryu has never had), really really interesting. I also find the time frame she's generally written in interesting. Most people place her post-2005. Kazama is dead. This is a hugely important factor in Kiryu's willingness to take the risk to explore gender expression. Kazama is not the kind of man who approves of any (perceived) weakness in men. In Kiryu and Nishiki's lives he's who instills a lot of toxic aspects of masculinity in them. I'd also hazard a strong guess that he's homophobic, though we don't actually know that.

The next largest factor is that December 2005 is the point where Kiryu leaves the Tojo Clan permanently. Kiryu definitely still cares a great deal deep down about his image and public perception within the underworld after leaving, but his day-to-day is no longer dictated by the rules of that life.

(Some people, me included, also dabble in Kazumi in 1988. But the same things essentially apply there. Kazama is in prison & as far away as he can functionally be while alive. And Kiryu is out of the Tojo Clan temporarily.)

As someone so enamoured with this exploration of gender expression for the character, I was floored when LAD Gaiden allowed Kiryu to wear makeup. Seriously, I had to go lay down to calm down about it when playing Gaiden day of release.

(Gaiden's lighting is very contrasted, I did my best to find a screenshot where you can actually see the makeup.)

The makeup, nail polish and pearl earrings in the Boutique was kind of unbelievable to me. I know RGG didn't really mean anything by it, that they didn't make those customisation options because they were going to touch on these themes. But even the hint of that in canon, it was so much more than I ever expected....even if it did go nowhere, as I knew it would.

It kind of gives me hope that Goromi might mean something more than just an offensive joke (in canon anyway) in the future. Or if not Goromi than something else, in LAD9 or such. Either way Kazumi will continue to be fandom legacy for gender expression, presentation and what the expectations Kiryu & other characters have resting on them mean.

#yakuza meta #kazumi #kazuma kiryu #like a dragon #ryu ga gotoku #kazumi yakuza #kiyu kazumi #rgg #rgg meta #my.txt #my.stuff

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Tides of Regret by lee heeseung | (m) *preview*

FULL RELEASE DATE : sunday, november 19th, 2023

♫ song : swim by chase atlantic

pairing : fwb!heeseung x reader + zb1 sung hanbin x reader

summary : being magnetically attracted to frat boy lee heeseung was a bad mistake. but, agreeing to be friends with benefits with him was an even worse one. getting caught in a relentless, toxic cycle together leads to facing the consequences of your choices with a grand moment of truth. will you be able to break free from the destructive tide, or will you remain trapped in the undertow of toxic love?

warning : squirting, daddy kink, slapping, choking + more :D

part of the enhypen playlist series

taglist : ??

If there was one thing that you liked to do, it was party. You liked dancing, listening to, most of the time, shit music and hanging out with your friends. A good, any kind of party could always lift your mood. But, if there was one party you’d always try to avoid– it was frat parties. Especially the ones that were hosted at Lee Heeseung’s so-called notorious fraternity house.

Lee Heeseung and the rest of the frat he belonged to were the embodiment of the classic frayboy archetype. And they didn’t have the best reputation. They were the self-proclaimed rulers of campus who liked to party way too much and break many hearts, especially the hearts of freshmen’s.

So, you were understandably less than thrilled when Dayeon and Shana insisted we pay a visit to their den of debauchery this Friday night.

Everyone who belonged in the frat were bad, but Lee Heeseung was definitely the most popular and the worst. He was all you heard about during the your freshmen year as all your friends were trying, or had hooked up with him. Now during your junior year, you hear about a new Lee Heeseung escapade at least once a week from either your friend, or overhearing it from some crying freshman in the library.

Heeseung did not care about or who he hooked up with. As long as they were alive and had tits, he was into it. And although he had a long reputation about being a womanizer, he also had a reputation of being amazing at sex.

Mixed along with all the broken-hearted-tears shed, there were constant rumours being spread about how easily he could make a girl cum. Which is a rare occurence with college frat boys. But everyone knew, that if you wanted to cum, go to Lee Heeseung.

He intrigued you during the first half of your freshman year, the idea that a sophomore could make any girl cum. You fed into the rumours about his sex life, and all the kinks the fratboy allegedly took fancy of. One of those kinks being a daddy kink. Yes, a cliche one, but now, three years later, and it seems to be the only kink of his that everyone is aware of. Even your wide-eyed, almost innocent freshman friends come up to you and ask if it is true that the senior, Lee Heeseung has a daddy kink.

You don’t know if it’s true, and you don’t want to know. You make an effort to stay away from the frat house of womanizing, except for tonight.

“Y/n, you’ve gotta give this party a chance,” Dayeon says when she hears you sigh from your bed again. “I heard they’ve got an actual, killer DJ lined up for tonight!”

You roll your eyes at your friend’s attempt to persuade you to want to enjoy the frat party tonight. “I don’t care about the DJ.”

“Right, you just care about the guys who hired the DJ.” Shana smirks from her reflection in the mirror as she finishes her makeup.

You roll over onto your stomach to look at your friend in the mirror, “I do not care about those awful frat boys, I care about the drama that seems to always follow them around. Drama, that is just not worth it.”

Shana rolls her eyes playfully, starting to fix her black hair for the night.

“Don’t be such a party pooper,” Dayeon nudges your leg with hers, “We’ll stick together, and if Heeseung or any of the other frat guys try anything, I’ll smack them with my feminism 101 textbook.”

You chuckle, appreciating Dayeon, “Fine, I’ll go and attempt to have fun. But if Heeseung or any of his minions come near me, I’m unleashing you, D.”

With a grin, Dayeon jumps ontop of you, squeezing you into a bone-crushing hug. “Deal, this is gonna be a night to remember!”