#it took VERY little time bc the design is so simple

[carsonian]

been on a green day kick so now it's everybody else's problem

lyrics from "american idiot" by green day

also on ao3 here.

[lis-likes-fics]

A Night to Remember

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader Word Count: 5k words Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex (f!receiving, implied m!receiving), praise kink, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, language, slight dumbification (if you blink, you'll miss it), creampie, slight dirty talk/degradation (if you blink, you'll miss it), Elijah's species unspecified... A/N: This was originally called "Bad Habits Lead to You" bc I was writing it around the song by Ed Sheeran, but I changed my mind cuz I liked this more. ALso, I have not written for Elijah in forever, so this made me really happy to write. Nevermind that I started writing this in October 2022. Thanks and enjoy!

Your plum dress was tight against your skin. It was something you knew he'd enjoy, a dress you'd chosen specifically to please the man you were practically praying would arrive as you fingered the jewels of the fancy necklace around your neck. It was heavy, thoroughly bedazzled and way too expensive for anything you could ever afford. A gift from the gentleman himself.

Many faces were shrouded from view by masks of simple and extravagant designs of all kinds. Yours, like your necklace, was worth its weight in gold and more; another gift. Flitting through the party, grins and smirks were sent your way from men and women alike. Some were admiring, some hungry, others were strewn onto faces out of envy.

That envy would grow when they find who was coupled with this goddess in purple and gold. You spotted him at the center of the mezzanine, looking down at all the guests like he was the king of his own personal kingdom through the eyes of his mask, one that paired with your own. The look in his eyes certainly conveyed that superiority, lighting a match that lived in the pit of your stomach and between your thighs as you stared up at him with an adoring gaze.

He had already been watching you, a dark hunger taking you in. You made your way toward him, stepping up each marble stair to reach this man who decked you out like a queen. He was reaching out for your hand before you reached the top step, taking it and bending down to place a kiss to the back of your palm. “My dear,” he greeted affectionately.

Goosebumps shivered up your arm and into your bloodstream. Your body threatened to follow suit as you watched him handle you with such…care. “Elijah,” you responded.

“Would you care to dance?” He straightened his back, even took a small step closer and eliminated the personal space that had already been demolished the first moment you saw this adonis of a man.

You breathed a quiet breath at his question, “A gentleman, as always.” As always. You said it as though you’d known him for more than simply a week. In truth, Elijah was a fling. You’d met him a week prior, caught up in all of his grace and eloquence as he swept you across the dance floor of the extended masquerade ball and then into his arms to take you to bed.

It wasn’t normally like you, to be so taken by some stranger enough to sleep with him that same night. And then to sleep with him the next night, and the night after that, and so on, and so forth. But there was something about Elijah, something so captivating that you could not quite place.

As he swept you to the dance floor for yet another seductive venture across the marble, you accepted with little more than a simple nod.

And then, when he pressed you against a wall in a darkened nook in the large mansion of a home, you gasped into the unusually warm air of the late autumn night as his hot lips pressed to the heated skin of your chest and he devoured you.

Last night was supposed to be the last time, and the night before that, and the night before that. He was like some drug that you had all too quickly become addicted to—and with a face like that, how could you not?

You knew you shouldn't. At the very least, you should try not to. It was not as though he was the perfect man. No, your perfect man would still be there when you woke in the morning with aching limbs, a souvenir, and cold sheets that barely held enough warmth to convince you his departure was recent.

Your perfect man would not grant you a collection of late nights full of pleasure and desire ending alone in the morning with a handwritten note and a new little gift.

Or, perhaps, he was doing you a service. Showing you how impermanent this arrangement was—how impermanent it should be. If only you would listen, take his flight for what it was: a warning.

But as his warm lips slotted perfectly against the column of your throat, leaving you gasping and clawing at his strong arms, you knew once again that your lesson was not learned. He dipped down and secured your leg in his steel grip, brushing it up his side to rest along his hip. He pressed himself closer to your body and returned his lips to your own. He pulled back for a moment, towering over you as he stared with those dark, predatory eyes: a lure, a trap. “Would you like to carry this somewhere more intimate?”

There were two responses waiting on your tongue. A less sensible one, “What's the need? Let them hear us.” And a more sensible one, “Yes, I want you all to myself.”

The only reason the latter was more sensible was because it gave you the option of containing your ardor so you could speak sensibly. Hardly any sober words were exchanged when you were in the throes of intoxicating passion with this man. And there was a reason you came here tonight…

Other than your endless desire to find your body melding with his own, an entanglement of limbs and complicated emotions.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Let’s go.”

He carefully released your leg with a wolfish grin, readjusting your appearances so you didn’t look as frazzled as you were. One quick kiss to your lips and he was walking with you back into the crowds of the masquerade ball.

Dancing through the crowd was easy, getting out of the door was easy, getting into his car was easy. The hard part came when you were driving away in the silence of his sleek Mercedes-Benz.

“Elijah,” you found your voice, fiddling with your fingers as you tried to organize your thoughts. He glanced at you before returning his gaze to the road. He hummed deeply in his throat, and you cleared yours, turning your gaze on him and smiling to shield the nerves. “Why did you choose me? Of all the women you could have taken home that first night, the second, the third, all of it, why did you choose me?”

It had confused you since you first met at the beginning of the ball. Was he bored? Were you convenient? Just the first person he laid eyes on? Why you?

His gaze flitted between you and the road as his lips twitched. He licked his bottom lip slowly, shifting his hand to rest atop your own. He squeezed it gently. "You intrigue me."

"I intrigue you?" you echoed, tilting your head.

He nodded. "You're beautiful, you're clever, and you're asking the right questions."

You blinked, glancing away for a moment before looking back again. "I'm asking the questions?" You hated that you couldn't find your own words right then, you couldn't come up with a response (which led you to debate the cleverness he claimed you had).

His gaze lingered a little longer on you than it probably should have. "If I'd picked the wrong woman, she would continue our exploits with no regard for her own self-worth. She'd be content with being just another woman in my sheets."

"A whore?" you quirked a brow and smirked playfully. His smile grew and he shrugged, but did not confirm the choice of words you so elegantly put forth.

You sat back and felt the smile on your face shift slightly into a look of contemplation. "So I wasn't just easy?"

He shook his head, this time with a little chuckle. "Of course not." He leaned into your ear, and a shiver rushed through your spine at the closeness. "I don't like easy."

The sensibility was gone, and the arousal had returned as he pulled into the lot of his home. He rounded the car and came to your side, opening your door and offering his hand. Stepping out, your eyes locked as you rose to your feet, entirely invading the personal space which had stopped existing.

Your lips were inches apart as you lingered there before brushing past him and walking ahead toward the house. He followed behind you, for once leaving him mystified instead of you. You walked on toward the house, dimly lit and awaiting your company, until he was coming up behind you with his arms around your waist. He wrapped you up and carried you inside like a bride—no, not a bride. You can't even consider it in that way, lest you make the biggest mistake of your life.

He opened the door and listened to your giddy excitement as he smiled at you all the way up the expanse of the stairs. The way he burst through his bedroom door and dropped you onto the bed rivaled his gentlemanly behavior over the course of the past few days.

He kicked the door closed with his foot and stalked toward you, depraved and bloodthirsty. You'd been in this position before, staring up at him with hooded eyes. He discarded his blazer, looming over your body and ravaging your lips. His hands held you close to him as he dragged the zipper of your dress down along your back.

You gasped into his kiss, sloppy and without care to the intricate details of intimacy. You pressed your palms against his sides and pulled him closer to you. As his large hand cupped your throat, your back arched into him and his kisses lapped along your jaw. Shallow breaths fanned along your skin, and you welcomed it with short sighs.

You raised a hand against his chest, your fingers danced along his collarbone. Pushing him back, he sat on his knees as you followed, chasing his lips. You flattened your hand along the side of his neck, guiding him onto his back so you could straddle him. Your movement was slow and measured, taking one thing at a time to prolong your evening together as long as possible.

Your lips molded together once more, your hips moving to a slow grind. His eyes never left yours, a guile intimacy that urged your fervor to moan-filled kisses that set your skin ablaze. His hands gripped your waist, guiding your hips onto his. Your eyes shut as a delicate sigh passed your lips, your hands grasping onto his shoulders for support as he rocked you back and forth atop him.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, addicted to the feel of him touching your body. One of your hands moved to sit atop his own, holding him as you ground your hips. He watched you move with lidded eyes as your head fell back and your lips parted in a lustful ‘O’.

His hands trailed up your body and under the fabric half-forgotten on you until he was surrounding your chest, leaning forward just enough to allow you to sit in his lap as your dress rode up higher and higher along your thighs and hung around your shoulders. Despite his determination to undress you until you were bare before him, he wanted to take his time ravaging your body. Soon your dress was discarded and you were left in nothing but the lingerie that had been sitting idly by in your closet until this night.

He looked up at you with a smirk, teasing, “All for me?”

You scoffed, shaking your head at him with a playful laugh, “No, for the doorman at the party.”

He rolled his eyes a little. “Well, the doorman is fired.” You laughed and he silenced you with his lips upon your chest. You bared your neck for him, sighing gently as your hands played with the fabric of his expensive bowtie.

You attacked his lips as you did your best to fumble for the buttons of his shirt. They twisted and slipped from your fingers, and your patience had run out before long to send what felt like a million buttons shooting from his shirt and all around you. Your hands roamed the expanse of his broad chest, pressing your fingertips into his flesh. “Such an impatient creature,” he hummed.

“Shut up,” you sighed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him to your lips again. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled his body flush against yours, your tongue slipping into his mouth as his own joined in. Your hands shifted from his neck to his chest as you felt his warm skin beneath your palms. You huffed as you allowed your hips to grind down on him again, pulling a wavering moan from your throat and making you sound deliciously pathetic.

“I need you,” you whimpered against his lips, opening your eyes to grant him that needy look that you hoped would get you what you wanted.

He just smiled, as though he could read your mind. “Patience, my dear.” He shifted upon the bed so he was closer to the headboard as he began to lean forward, holding you to his body as he moved to lay you on the bed. You lay back with shallow breath, staring up at him as he gazed back, never breaking eye contact for a moment as he adjusted himself to tower over you.

He leaned in and you bared your neck to him again as he pressed a kiss to your throat, right on top where the muscles shifted as you moaned. He hummed deep in his own throat, his lips caressing your skin as he took his time with you. You held your breath when the tip of his tongue dragged along your skin from the bottom to the top as he traced a vein thumping there. You whispered his name and he rewarded you with the press of his knee into your needy core, just barely reaching your clit enough to make you sigh again.

His lips trailed along your body, spending too much time on every little patch of skin he could find as he traveled down, down, down. He pulled your legs over his shoulders, pressed his kisses into your thighs, and you whimpered when his teeth teased the flesh he grazed. He stared you in the eyes as he did it, moving closer to where you burned for him until his lips found your clit. You sighed gently at the feeling, but you were swiftly interrupted as it didn't last.

He dove into you, his lips and tongue and teeth attacking you. From here, with the way his hair fell over his forehead and his eyes grew dark and primal, he looked like a predator. His name stuttered from your lips, dropping the first letter as you gasp at the feeling of his tongue lapping at your pussy. His fingers dig into your thighs, his lips suck on your clit, his tongue licks into you. Your back arches off the bed and your fingers tangle in his hair. You can't help your whimper as he pleasures you, an expert, it seems, in everything he does.

He moaned into you, sending shivers up your spine as you tugged on his hair. His tongue flicked insistently at your clit, eager to taste you again as you whimpered deliciously.

The sound broke when his fingers prodded at your pussy, slipping the tips of them into your warmth and slowly working them deeper and deeper. Once buried inside of you, he thrusts them slowly at first, in and out and in and out, playing you like an instrument as he curls and pumps his fingers. His slow pace never lasted as he built you to the top, wanting so badly to watch you shatter with your release.

You cursed under your breath, feeling a knot in your belly as you clenched down around his fingers, your clit pulsing against his tongue. "I'm so close," you whimper, grinding urgently against his face.

He was so in tune with your body by now. It took past lovers so long to learn your stops and goes, what makes you tick, what makes you scream. You had known Elijah a week, and he had mastered it.

As the pleasure twisted in your gut and your chest filled with air, you could feel your release taunting you. You whispered his name just as you were about to come.

And Elijah pulled away.

The frustration built quickly in the pit of your stomach, and you clenched the bedsheets and your jaw flexed. You could feel your pleasure retreating like waves after they've licked the shore, spoiling inside of you. Elijah's lips found yours again, smirking against them as you reluctantly kissed him back, angry but still not immune to his charm.

"Fuck you," you breathed against his lips.

He shrugged a shoulder. "I'd rather fuck you."

You rolled your eyes, interrupted by his lips once more, his tongue licking into your mouth. He wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling them tight as he supported you to straddle his lap. His hands grabbed your ass, squeezing and smacking the flesh once. You yelped, your foreheads meeting as you breathed the other's air.

"Please, Elijah," you begged, too desperate to be shy, too enraptured in his skill to be ashamed.

His hand smoothed along your cheek, fingers tangling in your hair to move it back and away from your face. "What do you want, hm?" he hummed. "Tell me what you want, my dear."

You carded your fingers through his hair and sighed longingly. Between kisses, you whispered, "Fuck me. Like you did the first night." You braced your hands around the back of his neck, opening your eyes to look at the dark coffee brown of his own. "If this is my last night with you, I want to make it count."

His breath slowed for a moment as his eyes trailed over your face, like he only just now realized tonight would be the last night and he wanted to really look at you before he never saw you again. Yours did the same. This was the last night.

The moment, full of more intimacy than a couple of one week should be capable of, passed with only a few seconds more than there should have been. He took your hips in his palms, kneaded the flesh, and pulled you into a slow kiss just as desperate as the ones before.

A new passion took you as he rolled your hips in his lap, grinding your wet pussy along his dark slacks, ruining them for future wear as your arousal smeared all over the fabric. He didn't seem to care, especially not with the way he moved your hips to ruin them some more. You only paused his hands when you lifted one leg from their position on either side of him to begin undoing his slacks, slipping them down his legs until they were entirely discarded. Crawling back into his lap and taking his beautiful cock in your hand with an enthusiasm that made him chuckle, you stroked the thick length of him in your palm, up and down and up and down, as beads of precum slipped from the weeping tip and dribbled down the side of him.

"Fuck," he cursed with his forehead against yours, leaning his head to fall onto your shoulder as you moved your wet palm to a steady rhythm along his hard cock. "Look at what you do to me."

You moaned at his praise, working your fist faster until he suddenly grabbed your wrist to stop you. He gave you a hard, dark stare before lifting your waist. As you sat up on your knees, feeling the hard tip of him tapping against your slit, you bit your lip to contain your moan.

He lifted your chin to look at him, his eyes boring into your own as that silent question urged an answer. Do you want this? For the last time, do you want this?

No, you thought to yourself, flattening your palm against his chest. Not for the last time.

"Please, Lijah," you whispered. "Fuck, I need you. I want you."

Taking your hips, he lowered you into his lap, his eyes fluttering and his jaw clenching as he groaned deep on his throat, letting his head fall back to savor the moment. You moaned, feeling yourself flutter around his cock as you took him into your tight pussy. You whimpered his name through trembling lips, laying your head against his shoulder.

"Good girl," he breathed in a strained manner, his hands roaming your body as he felt you clench around him. Your lips pressed to his neck, your tongue tracing over a vein there, as you slowly rocked your hips on top of him. He groaned roughly as you did.

Slowly, your bodies built a rhythm, a steady pace setting as you moved in tandem, thriving off the other's lust as you grabbed and felt and moaned and kissed. The intimacy licked at your skin and sunk into your bones, coating you in lust thick and sweet like honey. It pulsed and pumped through your veins like blood, your very life force shifting to depend on his tenderness.

You bounced in his laps with a level of excitement that mirrored the pleasure on your face. His breath was heavy in your ear as he thrust his hips up to meet the roll of your hips to the best of his ability. As the desperation to feel you, to hear you, filled his blood, he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you to pull your body flush against his own. He laid you once more on your back, reseating himself inside of you as one hand gripped your waist and the other propped himself up beside your head.

Easing some hair from your face, he pressed his lips to the underside of your jaw, right above a pressure point that made you choke, and began to move his hips in a steady rhythm. In and out and in and out and filling to the brim. Your breath was heavy in your lungs and your hands draped off his shoulders as he pumped his cock into you. He watched you whimper as your body bounced up and down in time with his thrusts, your breasts doing the same in their own dance as he brought a hand to grope them.

Again, his name slipped off your tongue as you gripped his waist, guiding his thrusts lazily. The soft sheets of the bed caressed your skin, his hands grabbed at you, his lips switched between licking, kissing, and speaking into your flesh.

Then, as he braced his arms at either side of your head, he steadied himself with the darkest look in his eyes. You choked on your own breath as his hips snapped into yours, a rough moan forcing from your throat as you grabbed at any skin you could find. His thrusts continued in the same manner, fast and rough as the tip of his cock knocked against the deepest part of you with every thrust.

You were needy, grinding your hips up to meet each powerful thrust as you moaned and whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, intent on satisfying your desperation for relief.

"Look at you," he sighed. "Beautiful."

You whimpered, especially as his hands slid across your skin and hooked underneath your thighs. pulling them over his shoulders, he held them there as he leaned forward to fold you in half. The new angle sent a whole new array of emotions through you, your entire body tingling at the sensations he filled you with.

"Mmph, Lijah," you gasped.

His thrusts continued; hips snapping, fingers grasping, lips parting against a shuddering breath. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice thick as his words dripped like honey onto your skin.

You didn't respond, your trembling moan squealing in your throat and your eyes squeezing shut, too far away to properly heed his command. He pressed a hand to your cheek, lightly gripping your face and turning you to look at him, noticing the way your eyes droop.

"Come on," he urged darkly. "Say it again. My name. Come on, say it. You can do it." He spoke through heavy breaths and broken groans, bending down to even take your bottom lip between his teeth just to give his mouth something to do as he stared at your fucked out face.

You stuttered it out. "Lijah," you begged. "Elijah, please."

He was weak at your whimpers, his hips jerking slightly in the middle of a particularly rough thrust. "Please what? Tell me what you want, my dear."

Your answer was delayed—and for a moment, he thought he'd fucked you dumb (which was only partially true). "Please, harder. Lemme cum, I needa cum."

He held you tighter, his eagerness to feel you cum around him, your cunt already squeezing him so well, making him crazy. "You want to cum on my cock, dirty girl?"

"Yes!" you exclaimed. "Yes, please, Elijah."

He wanted to prolong this just a little while longer, loving the way you struggled to hold his gaze as the pleasure urged you to squeeze your eyes shut and grip him tighter. He loved the way your arms held his neck, he loved the way your legs twitched on his shoulders, he loved the sounds your cunt made on each impact of his hips, he loved the taste of your skin on his tongue, he loved the way your pussy fluttered around his cock, he loved the way your perfume wafted gently against his face, he loved the way you looked bouncing up and down with each rock of his hips.

His hand snaked between both of your bodies, the stickiness of your body, coming from both the arousal smearing all over your skin and his and the sweat building from the exertion of the pleasure. His thumb found your clit, rubbing circles into the bud with a dexterity that had you moaning loudly. The sensations sparked all along your body, filling you up bit by bit with the heat of his intimacy.

The rhythm of your bodies persisted, working together in perfect harmony, chasing both releases like your lives depended on it. "Elijah," his name fell off your lips like a prayer, praising him like a god meant to be worshiped.

"Again," he breathed, his tone growing darker and darker the closer each of you got to that point of pure ecstasy. "Say my name again."

"Elijah."

"Again."

"Elijah!"

"Say it again."

"Eli–!" You stuttered on the word, your breath catching in your throat as the pleasure suddenly hit you. It exploded in your belly and warmed your whole being as your muscles tightened around him. You moaned and gasped as your cunt clenched down around his pulsing cock, feeling your legs tremble and your breath shudder before kicking into a hyperventilation of a release. His cock twitched inside of you, the squeeze of your cunt too much as he continued to thrust into you, fucking you through your release as your vision went white and your ears rang.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," you announced when your lips could form the word, biting your lip so hard in reaction to your orgasm that you draw blood. A symphony of moaned "yes's" fell from your mouth as you felt the pleasure waning.

Elijah's hips jerked before you felt the hot release of him inside of you, a deep groan scratching in his throat as he buried himself deeply inside of you, as deep as he'd go. He rolled his hips as he came, his breath heavy and filled lust as he let himself succumb to your pleasure.

You whined as his cock pressed against the deepest part of you even after the oversensitivity has taken over and the feeling of him aches so well inside of you. "Elijah," you mewl.

It took a while before you both returned to the ground, easing out of your clouded pleasure. Your breaths mingled as you caught them.

As your hearts slowed and your muscles became so wonderfully loosened, he slipped out of you with a regretful sigh. You laid back against the bed, lazy and spent. His lips captured your own once more, molding in a lax embrace. His mouth slipped down your jaw and toward your neck, placing a kiss there and then easing farther down to your soft shoulder.

He eased off of you, rolling onto his side and pulling an arm over your midsection. He pulled you closer to him, sighing gently as his breath fanned over your skin.

You rolled your head over to him, smiling softly. He returned the smile. "You did wonderfully, my dear," he whispered.

Instead of responding, you leaned over and kissed his soft lips again. "So did you," you said.

You laid there and stared at one another, a longing gaze passing between the both of you as the reality of this being the last night sunk in. He would be gone tomorrow.

Your smile fell slowly and you sighed. "I don't want you to leave."

He smiled sadly. "Will you miss me?"

"I'll miss the mind-blowing sex," you smirked. He chuckled and rolled his eyes, finding it funnier than he probably should have. You laughed with him. As the giggles subsided, you frowned again, nodding. "Yes. I'm gonna miss you."

You stared again. His eyes were so beautiful. That tiny mole on the left side of his cheek was handsome. His chin dimple, alluring. You raised a hand to brush his stubbled face. He covered your hand with his. You kissed him again.

"I'm going to miss you, too."

You licked your bottom lip. You leaned forward. "So let's make this night one to remember."

"Again?" he laughed. "Are you not satisfied?"

You smiled, "Not enough to leave it at that." You kissed his lips once more before wandering down his chest, moving to straddle his body. You kissed down his body as he sighed deeply, a tiny groan leaving his chest. As your lips brushed the delectable space of his V-line, he groaned.

A night to remember.

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[surfaces from the deep with art in tow]

'tis i, the purveyor of fem!kinnporsche lookbooks, this time bearing kimchay. if you missed the kinnporsche one it's here. if you didn't, you know the drill, thoughts and refs beneath the cut.

okay let's start with kim:

i'm gonna be real with you folks: i struggled hard with fem!kim. in my head, kim much like fem!kinn is someone who uses her clothes to send messages, but where kinn is trying to communicate power and authority, kim is instead using her clothes to adopt different personas or elements of her personality. and so, i can see fem!kim wearing nearly everything, basically.

kimlor swift aka wik aka internet popstar kim

so, return customers may notice something odd about kim: i gave her different poses for each of her personas. why? i think kim is someone who embodies a lot of different personas, and i think the change is more than skin deep.

this was very much the first set i drew. the brief for these outfits in my head was something like "k-pop kim possible". also a lot of these were drawn when i still had covid lmao so i barely remember most of it.

it was very important to me that kim had a wolf cut. that fact came to me the moment i started thinking about fem!kim. so. you know. you're welcome.

runing errands (first outfit) - this one was the first outfit i drew for kim, and it was mostly summoned up from my own head. i spent a lot of time scrolling through pinterest before i started drawing. in my head, this is sort of what she wears when she's out and about as wik but not like, performing or whatever. still a very crafted image, but a little more casual than her performance gear.

performance (second outfit) - this one does have a ref! i found this image on pinterest and was like yes. this one. i thought long and hard about what i wanted wik's fashion and persona to be, because i debated going along the family friendly singer-songstress route, but in the end i figured she had to be cool and a little edgy. hence [gestures at the clothes].

award show/red carpet (third outfit) - this one's kind of fun. longtime listeners will recall that i started drawing these lookbooks bc @mortimerlatrice told me they didn't think fem!kinn would wear dresses and i had to disprove them -- so i thought it'd be fun if for kim, she only wore dresses when on mafia business. kim in a dress is a blaring warning signal that you're gonna get your shit rocked. so, kim's award show look is a pantsuit. she doesn't wear dresses at all as wik. there was definitely a reference image for this one, but i drew the entirety of this first set when i had covid, so i don't think i saved it OTL

detective wikachu aka mafia kim

another fun detail you might notice about mafia!kim -- she's always got her hair up. that was also deliberate. also holy shit this set killed me so bad. we'll get there.

running errands (detective errands) (first outfit) - this is what kim wears when she's gotta blackmail randos for info. fairly casual, all things told, but very different in vibe to her wik stuf. also the pattern on that suit is incredibly simple but it took me 45 mins to create bc i still had covid brainfog at this point. the reference for this look was celine's spring/summer 2021 rtw collection look 24.

visiting dad (to snoop) (second outfit) - another source of debate for me. what, exactly, does kim send as a message to her father when she comes back home? i played with the idea of her wearing a sort of perfectly pretty mafia princess disguise, but i don't think that's what she'd use to get on her father's good side. so, she's wearing a dress (fuck your shit up vibes for her) but it's got a strong vibe to it. so, i had to go with alexander mcqueen, which is one of my favourite designers. this one is specifically alexander mcqueen pre-fall 2022 look 17.

at a gala (mafia-flavoured) also to snoop (third outfit) - oh my god you guys will not believe how many of these i went through. i even fully drew another option before discarding it completely. (originally, i was going to go with erdem pre-fall 2023 look 8 which i drafted here but i just didn't vibe with it the more i worked on it. i guess it felt a little too princessy? so i pivoted.) this one is from another of those designers i actually really like, zuhair murad. this one's from fall 2022 couture, specifically look 38. very much love at first sight. the moment i saw it, i knew i was gonna draw it. and oh boy did drawing it make me suffer. that bead pattern on the dress? killed me. actually killed me. fucking OW. worth it though.

family portrait (fourth outfit) - after all the suffering of kim's formal look this one was comparatively a breeze. found a pic on pinterest, and whoosh i went drawing. the reference is here.

chay!kim

this set is very much what it says on the tin, the clothes kim wears around chay. let's go.

guitar tutoring (first outfit) - okay so in my head the brief for this one was "what kim thinks chay thinks wik wears on her downtime", which very much sets the tone for the entire outfit. i just think it's fun if kim twists herself out of sorts with how clever she is and then chay just bulldozes straight through that. i don't actually have a reference for this one. just drew it.

rescue chay (second outfit) - this is what kim wears to go save chay from the tawan kidnapping. i dubbed this one "when you got library study session at 9, rescue bae at 12, and cyberpunk revolution at 3". the loose inspo for this one was this dress on pinterest which i tracked to the brand ganni and then found they no longer made.

say no to drugs, chay (third outfit) - okay so i wanted this outfit to be like. a wake up call to chay. the first time chay sees kim in a skirt, and the first time chay realises that maybe kim is a little dangerous. it's alexander mcqueen (ofc it is) and actually in the time between me drawing this and posting it, someone actually wore the skirt from this look on the red carpet. it's the spring 2023 rtw collection, look 24. salma hayek wore the skirt to the 2023 brits here.

the youtuber apology video fit (fourth outfit) - the brief here was "kim forcibly bolting on hinges". the idea was to kind of soften her mafia edges but leave the cornerstones of how she dresses for that very much there. so, dress, hair up, but much more relaxed. this outfit is from tommy hilfiger's spring 2023 rtw collection, specifically look 17.

onto chay:

chay was really hard to start with, i'm going to be real. i think the sum total for my notes when i started was just one word: dungarees? as i drew more of her i started to think of her as someone who thrifts and then alters a lot of her clothes. i wanted colour and patterns, and i suffered for them. by god did i suffer.

a few lil headcanons i have about her:

i think chay probably finds it easy to be considered cute and hard to move out of that box. i think there's a part of chay that wants to be sexy the way porsche is (ESPECIALLY if this is a fem!porsche universe) but doesn't know how to go about trying to achieve that. she had to ask yok how to teach her how to apply eyeliner bc porsche doesn't know how to and doesn't care to learn.

i think the role of like, female role model/influence in chay's life is later taken up by fem!kinn, who is full of the kind of advice porsche would be horrified to hear given to her precious baby sister.

chay has short hair because when she had long hair porsche was obsessed with getting her the right shampoos and conditioners and stuff to take care of it (probs based on some internalised stuff from when porsche was at school and girls would mock her for her split ends) so chay just puts a stop to that by cutting all her hair off and it turns out she kind of likes it? so she keeps it.

casual outfits

i drew all these patterns myself. from scratch. you're welcome.

green dungarees (first outfit) - the reference image is here. this was the first look i drew and also the moment i realised how stupid i was to choose a "fun" foot pose for chay. this caused no end of suffering going forward.

orange dungarees (second outfit) - ref here. here i started to regret the pattern aspect of my chay design. also those messy canvas ankle boots killed me to draw. they were so hard.

sweater vest (third outfit) = MORE FUCKING PATTERNS. i also had a reference for this one somwhere but i was drawing this whilst playing dnd so i think it just got lost.

special outfits

school uniform (first outfit) - i did a bit of looking into school uniforms in thailand and from what i can tell they basically all look very similar. idk if the lilac shirt + navy skirt combo is standardised for girls but it was pretty much all i found when i went looking. also she has a long skirt because when she and porsche bought it for her, they bought a really big one that she could wear all through school.

one (1) smart dress (second outfit) - the idea here is that this is the one smart item of clothing that chay has, and it's the one-size-fits-all-occasions dress. it's dark so it can be worn to funerals. it's somewhere between business and formal so it can be worn to both those kinds of occasions. it was based on this dress i found on pinterest.

going to a concert with friends (third outfit) - i... just wanted to put chay in a bucket hat? yeah that's all i have. no ref. just my mind.

porsche's first paycheque present (fourth outfit) - the idea here was that after getting some money from the whole mafia thing, porsche buys this as a present for chay. maybe it's a dress chay's always looked at when they walk past it in a shop window? this is a slight tweak on this dress by alaia. the original's like £2k which i cannot picture porsche and chay spending on a dress but shhh it's fine.

post-kim

these are the outfits from after the whole kim debacle goes down. i just really wanted to draw goth chay. and really, who wouldn't?

break-up era #1 (first outfit) - at this point i was just having way too much fun. the pattern took for-fucking-ever on the skirt though, because i thought i'd just cheekily re-use the dungaree flower pattern with colour changes but oh no that didn't work at all. i had to edit it so much. the reference is here. here her hair is freshly dyed blue, and she's given herself a little heartbreak undercut. you go girl.

say no to drugs chay (second outfit) - this is what chay is wearing when kim points at that rando in the club who offers chay drugs. you see all of the goth reference images i was finding were just too clean-cut and employable, you know? so torn fishnets it was. the refence i found for this is here but i changed it up bc i couldn't see chay wearing a little nightdress to go clubbing no matter how heartbroken she was.

visiting mum (third outfit) - in this one, in my head, chay has dyed her hair back to normal, but she's still got the undercut, so she straightens her hair and pins a little of it over the short bit to try and appear a little more normal chay to her mum. very simple outfit, no refs.

family portrait (fourth outfit) - there's a part of me which delights in this implied scenario because i just think it's funny if chay and kim are posing for a family portrait with kinnporsche and chay's ready to ignore the fuck out of kim and pretend like she doesn't care about her staring but then kim is in full-hide-any-weakenesses mode because korn's there so now chay's the one staring. relationship status: it's very awkward. anyway fashion wise i wanted two things from chay's outfit: for it to be simpler than any of the theerapanyakuls' and for it to be in a lighter shade of porsche's colour (blue). the reference was this cool dress i found on pinterest.

[exhales] is that everything? i think that's everything. obligatory tag for @yeetlegay bc i know they like to see the fem!kinnporsche content.

big shoutout to mort (tagged earlier), @antique-forvalaka, @luckydragon10, and @dr-lemurr for art troubleshooting and cheerleading duties.

everything was drawn in clip studio paint, which i cannot recommend enough. if you want more detailed info abt that side of things, send me an ask.

[freakshowtwopointoh]

the 'just watch me drive' bit gets me every time and I can't stop giggling but then it made my mind remember that movie I saw 'babydriver' and now I'm just thinking of au jordan in those scenes as a getaway driver for their wild group of friends who are all linked in some way to criminal activity with each using their powers and skillsets to get the group as a whole rich beyond belief and now I have a mighty need for this au and the chaotic adventures.

FUCKING SAME DUDE I CANT KEEP FROM GIGGLING EVERY TIME

omg that's iconic

esp bc i defo think jordan loves to drive. also i love babydriver its amazing. brain go brrrrrrrrrrr sorry not sorry

fjsdklfajk just add tthis to my list of aus

Jordan didn't outwardly complain when Brink brought new people into the fold, but they were never pleased about it either. The more people in the know, the more possible problems down the line.

At this point in the game, the others picked up on their wariness about newcomers and would not stop teasing them about it. Andre had actually created a bingo sheet of 'Jordan fucks with the newbie'. When Emma was brought on, they got a bingo in under three hours.

So when Brink told the team that he found a new recruit, Jordan ensured they kept their eyes forward, ignoring the reactions of their friends behind them.

"Alright, alright. Look - her power is weird but it's especially critical to this upcoming mission so please, don't scare her away."

Jordan forced themself not to roll their eyes - they never scared anyone away. People just couldn't handle them. There's a difference. But then Brink gave Sam a very pointed look, and they had to stifle a smile. They had forgotten about that... incident.

The metal door creaked open and in walked probably one of the most gorgeous people Jordan had ever seen. Big brown eyes, full lips, gorgeous deep skin, and long locs pulled back into a ponytail.

"Everyone, this is Marie."

Fuck. Jordan was fucked.

---

Marie was skeptical when Victoria told her about this new job. Multiple missions, little-to-no information about the group or the jobs. Just - do what these people tell you for the next few weeks, months, or even years, and then her and her sister would be set for life. To be fair, that is the deal that Victoria gave her initially when she caught her stealing on the job, but still. At least she had known Victoria for a few months beforehand. She's never met any of these people, and now she has to play nice? She just had to stay focused on Annabeth. If she could find them a good, stable place to stay...

So she went, pocketknife in tow, trench coat on, prepared for pretty much anyone when she walked into the cold conference room. Sitting around a large table were six people about her age, and the only other person in the room was a much older man with white hair and a beard. Marie presumed he was the head of whatever kind of ragtag criminal organization this was. This was confirmed when he introduced her.

"Everyone, this is Marie." She gave a small wave and the others introduced themselves. Andre, a black man with short hair and a relaxed posture, Luke, a tan blond man who looked like he had walked out of a Gap catalog, Cate, a thin and pale preppy blonde girl with piercing blue eyes, Emma, a bubbly white girl with short blonde hair, Sam, a pale muscular man with curly brown hair and puppy dog eyes, and Jordan, a small Asian girl with headphones in who seemed to have a permanent frown on her admittedly very pretty face. The leader went by "Brink", and she was sure there were a plethora of shitty puns she could come up with if he wasn't her boss. She took a seat in between Jordan and Sam, knowing Brink would likely want to begin quickly.

Taking in the group, it was clear whatever they were doing paid well. She wasn't well-versed in designer brands but the few she did recognize were scattered throughout the group.

---

The mission seemed simple enough, once Brink explained the details, but it was clear he was holding things back. Mainly because he hadn't mentioned the newbie's powers or why they needed her. I mean she was unassuming, but weren't they all? Jordan was halfway tempted to corner Brink and demand answers, but they knew they wouldn't get any information out of him he didn't want to give.

[mako-neexu]

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH delusional post from me again augh still thinking about monte cristo's design.... the way there's just these cracks on his face that runs down like tears, and from it, on his left eye is like that. normally, Servants bleed and get hurt before disappearing to golden ether to return to the throne, having finished their roles in a grail war but Idmond has these cracks in his face that goes far beyond any normal injury you'd see on anyone.

what he used as fuel for the fake tokyo- to create 10 million inhabitants to set the stage- was his very own soul. it was neither flesh or blood or anything simple... it was the soul itself in which he took from his own so as to set the hunting ground to be as real as possible, for an immersion to be set for the sake of one person alone. a spirit origin receiving resources from chaldea is not enough. and so he takes his entire arm but that too isnt enough, and so gouges his eye out along with the contents all the way a little past his forehead.

and so you see darkness. and so you see shadow. the flames engraved into his being. and so you see his own void.

knk collab automatically comes to mind... despite it being years already its really something else once enough time has passed. its just so scarce but it would be so interesting and amazing if we had more monte cristo and shiki conversations!! they dont even have a line for each other in the game! i think thats so?? grr???

dantes was originally summoned by goetia as a shadow of himself and in ogawa heim, his primary objective was to collect such curses and grudges to remember who he is as he was summoned simply completely to be nothing more than a tool. a husk of himself and yet had his own fateful encounter with a star... and it allowed him to be far more than that- allowed him to be a tiny light of hope and got to witness a star's determination... and as for void shiki she had her own encounter with guda and refers to their encounter as a dream- an ephemeral dream that she was elated to have because she is void and thus she shouldnt have any personality and in that meeting alone, summonable void is just so happy- (the Root herself) bc guda gave her awareness and her own ego when she embodies nonexistence itself and thus even should this be a fleeting dream it was one that gave her happiness nonetheless.

and so monte cristo becomes a little like shiki... fleeting now as flame like a dream, an existence that has met guda and were at first 'empty' from the start...and deadass fell in love because both are beings with one of them were robbed of happiness in the cruelest way possible and so knows love and hate more than anyone else/have nothing from the start and is literally the origin of nothingness and just this fateful encounter with a star one who cannot ever turn away from someone in pain no matter the circumstances reached out with a hand- was enough to change them both and???? wtfff im going insane AGHHHHHH

sidenote: roystbrave sensei again with a shiki-dantes comic that makes me insane i need more of them as i only know the one art of ryougi sharing her cigarette pack to dantes AGHHHHh

[aalissy]

Dress-Up

Here's day 28 :). I hope you like this lil fluffy oneshot. I had a fun time writing it. Now Ima go sleep bc I'm tired and do nottt wanna go to work tomorrow hehee.

AO3

Marinette stood in her room, her hands on her hips, surveying the array of costumes strewn across her bed. Tikki floated nearby, giggling softly.

"You really went all out this time, Marinette," the little kwami remarked, her tiny hands clasped together in delight.

Marinette grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, it's not every day you get to play dress-up with a superhero. Plus, it's a great way to test out new designs and have some fun!"

A soft tap on her balcony’s trapdoor drew Marinette's attention. Quickly, she pushed it open, beaming at Chat’s grinning face, his usual confident smirk replaced by a curious smile. She gestured him inside, and he was careful not to ruin all of her neatly laid clothes.

"Hey, purrincess," he greeted, his green eyes scanning the outfits. "What's all this?"

Marinette felt her cheeks slightly warm at the nickname but quickly brushed it off. "It's a surprise! I thought it would be fun to have a little costume party. Just you and me."

Chat’s eyebrows raised in intrigue. "A costume party, huh? Sounds like a purrfect idea."

She rolled her eyes playfully at his pun but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "Alright, kitty. Let's get started!"

She lifted up one of the outfits that she had made, holding it up as she struck a pose before gently placing it back down. There were superhero costumes, medieval attire, animal onesies, and even a few historical ensembles. Chat’s eyes widened as he took in the assortment.

"You've really outdone yourself, Marinette. Where did you get all of these?"

Marinette chuckled. "There are some old designs that I made, others are more recent, and there are a few that are just things I've collected from various costume stores over the years. Now, pick one!"

Chat scratched his head, looking a bit overwhelmed. "Hmm, how about we start with something simple?"

She nodded and reached for a couple of animal onesies. "How about these? You can be a bunny, and I can be a lion."

He laughed a deep, genuine sound that made her heart flutter. "A lion, huh? I don’t know though. I can’t purromise not to hop away too fast. Afur all, you are a lion."

Marinette rolled her eyes even as she giggled. She handed him the bunny onesie and picked up the lion costume for herself. Quickly, she slipped behind her dressing screen to change, while Chat simply stepped into his onesie. A few moments later, they both gazed at each other, stifling laughter. He looked particularly ridiculous in both a cat and bunny suit.

Either way, he beamed at her, the fuzzy bunny ears sitting comically on his head. Every so often his cat ears twitched making her giggle. He twitched his nose, sniffing the air playfully, managing to make Marinette laugh harder.

"And here I was thinking that you were a cat, not a little bunny," she teased, adjusting her lion’s mane.

"Well, every cat has a bit of bunny in them," Chat replied, lifting his nose even higher into the air before gazing back down at her. "But look at you, my furbulous lion. You look fierce."

She puffed out her chest, raising her head even higher. "Thank you very much, Chaton. Now, what should we do next?"

“Hmm, well how about... tag!” he shouted, hopping away from her as quickly as he had tapped her.

“Hey! Get back here!” Marinette huffed, chasing him around her room as the two engaged in a friendly game of tag.

They bounced around each other, giggling and teasing as they did so. It was light. Carefree. No worries fluttered through Marinette’s mind as she tried to avoid Chat’s slippery paw for what felt like the millionth time. It was nice. Eventually, they both collapsed back onto her chaise, breathing heavily as they panted for air.

"That was really fun," Marinette said, turning to look at him as her cheeks flushed with happiness.

"Yeah, it was," he agreed, his smile softening. "You always know how to make everything more exciting, Marinette."

She looked at him, feeling a warm glow of something in her chest. "Well, it's easy when you're around, Chat. You always make me laugh." She poked him softly.

He reached out and gently adjusted her lion’s mane. "And you always make me feel like I can just... be myself."

Marinette's heart skipped a beat at his words. Before she could respond, Chat stood up, a glint of mischief returning back into his eyes. "Alright, what's next? I believe we have plenty of costumes left to try."

She laughed and quickly jumped onto her feet. "How about something historical? We can be knights and go on a quest!"

Chat nodded eagerly. "Sounds like a plan, my lady."

They changed into their new outfits—Marinette in a beautiful blue set of armor, and Chat in a nice set of black armor that matched his super suit. Both were only complete, however, with a cardboard sword. Once again, they fell into their roles, this time embarking on a quest to rescue a captured prince which was, unsurprisingly, a stuffed animal that Marinette had placed at the top of her wardrobe.

The hours flew by as they continued their playful adventures, each new costume bringing a fresh wave of creativity and laughter. They dressed as pirates searching for hidden treasure, superheroes saving Paris from an evil villain, and even royalty hosting a grand ball.

As the evening drew to a close, Marinette and Chat found themselves back in their original outfits, a sense of contentment settling over them. They sat on the floor, surrounded by the remnants of their costume party.

"That was amazing, Marinette," he said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "Thank you for this. I needed it."

She smiled at him softly. "Me too, mon Chaton. It was nice to just... be ourselves for a little while."

He nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yeah. Sometimes, it's easy to forget who we are underneath the mask."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Then, Chat stood up and offered his hand to Marinette.

"One last dance before I go?" he asked, a playful twinkle in his eye.

Marinette giggled and took his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. "Alright, as long as you don’t expect me not to step on your toes. I may be just a bit worn out from all those adventures ."

Chat bowed dramatically. "As you wish, purrincess."

They danced around the room, their laughter echoing off the walls. For a brief moment, they were neither superheroes nor civilians, just two friends enjoying a magical night.

As the dance came to an end, Chat pulled her into a gentle hug. "Thank you for being you, Marinette. You make everything better," he whispered quietly into her ear.

She hugged him back, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. "And thank you for being you, Chaton. You always know how to make me smile."

They pulled away, their eyes meeting in a moment of understanding. No words were needed; they both knew the special bond they shared.

With a final wave, Chat slipped out using her trapdoor and vanished into the night, leaving Marinette with a heart full of joy and a room full of wonderful memories. She stood there for a moment, looking up at the twinkling stars and feeling grateful for the unexpected adventure they had shared.

As she closed her hatch and turned back to her room, she couldn't help but smile. She knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would always have nights like this to remind her of the simple, beautiful moments that made life so special. Even when akuma attacks left her positively exhausted.

[flamerunn3r]

Ok making this as a new post bc I adjusted a couple of minor things on these. In the order I drew them in, heres the great p5u au design post finalized after working on these on and off for like 5 months

This is my own personal interpretations but is also somewhat speculative in nature. I'm mostly trying to use already established characterizations and arena epilogue set ups as a branching off point but there might be stuff I've missed or forgotten (i also haven't played dancing yet sorry if there's something in there I hadn't accounted for). This is kind of like if I took the creative reigns on the story where I'd continue with it. Only the investigation team for now but maybe I'll do the shadow ops at some point.

Yu Narukami

He's currently either attending school as a journalism student in the city or just starting out as one. Enthusiastic about his field but still tries to find the time to keep up with his friends and visit Inaba when he's free. I felt journalism made alot of sense for him with the themes of persona 4. I liked the sport jacket and turtleneck but wanted something different so the scarf was chosen to keep the same kind of silhouette. I made the collar on the winter coat large and I feel like Narukami's large uniform collar is a key part of his design. and I wanted to call back to that in his casual outfit. The summer outfit I kept close to his summer outfit from p4. I mostly wanted to keep his outfits smart and simple. For his meta verse outfit I really wanted to go all out with the bancho (kingpin) stuff and other delinquent tropes. I lengthened the uniform coat a little because I wanted it to look like a tokko-fuku. Alot of smaller detail inspiration was taken from Izanagi. The lenses in the mask are supposed to mimic glasses. I'd imagine he'd take off the mask the same way he throws off his glasses at the end of P4.

Teddie

I can't imagine him leaving Inaba and the TV world behind. Still staying in Inaba and working largely the same job. He's got his own place now albeit small (still a step up from the closet though). At some point the IT asked Mitsuru to pull some strings so he actually has a legal personhood now. The animal hoodie is something that came to me spontaneously but I knew I needed to include it. I really that his normal outfit in 4 keeps the white and red of the bear costume in the outfit so I tried to keep the colour scheme here too. Most of his later outfits are less flashy and more casual so I tried to continue that trend. I didn't want to lose the rose from the corsage completely so I included a rose pattern in the second shirt. Alot of his outfits feature light blue so I wanted to feature that. (I considered making the hoodie light blue initially) I don't think he'd have a metaverse outfit he'd just use the bear costume.

Naoto Shirogane

I'm under the assumption Naoto is still presenting masculinely to the general public as of p5 but I may be mistaken. (If I'm wrong I'd still probably largely keep the outfits largely similar to this.) Naoto's still working as a detective and I don't think that's ever really going to change. One thing that a hypothetical p5u would have to address is what Naoto and the shadow ops would have been doing during the events of persona 5 but I haven't worked that out yet

I feel alot of the appeal of Naoto's design is the kind of boy detective fashion. I went at this design with the intention of kind of refining that into something a little more adult while still keeping in a similar vein. I did have to ditch the pageboy hat unfortunately as I felt it made them look too young. These outfits were kind of designed as pseudo work clothes which is why I tried to make them a bit more formal. Something I consider notable about Naoto's design that I deliberately avoided here was the rolled up pant legs. It's very obvious in 4 it's done because Naoto is short but I feel like Naoto would start getting that either custom made or tailored to fit. I was initially going to forgo the blazer on the summer outfit but the design felt empty without it. Naoto having a noir detective themed metaverse outfit is an idea I'd had for years but I tried to incorporate design elements that were princely. I alot of the inspiration was from Sam Spade specifically. Deliberately made similarities to Akechi's white crow design. The band around the hat is supposed to invoke the similar one on the old page boy hat.

Yukiko Amagi

Still working at her families in but is taking online schooling during the less busy seasons. She's mostly happy where she is but is keeping her options open. Occasionally makes visits to other ryokans out of town for ideas for her families own inn, as well as an opportunity to for her to sight-see.

The headband was included in her design in p4 as a like retro design thing but I find it too important of a marker of her design to remove it. I understand the why they went with the hairstyle they did for her golden epilogue but I feel it just ends up making her look way older then she is. I thought her having her hair up would be a nice change since she does it so rarely and settled on a ponytail. Tried changing the bangs but the ones she already had just felt right. I wanted her clothes to carry this kind of air of sophistication so I tried to keep them relatively simple and sleek. She's wearing pants in the winter outfit but I chose the longer coat to keep a similar skirt silhouette. The choker was largely inspired by the scarf she has in her winter outfit. Despite being a different colour the cardigan was also chosen to tie back somewhat to the sweater she wears with her school uniform.

In some side material it's mentioned that Yukiko has an interest in western fashion and aesthetics (part of what made the castle manifest the way it did) and I wanted to lean on that in some way for her metaverse design. I ended up going with a masquerade ball theme. I tried to keep the dress to something simple and easy to move in. The gloves and boots take inspiration from her persona in terms of design and size. I wanted to incorporate elements from her work kimono as well hence the ribbon around the torso and flower patterning. Probably the most unsure of this one of the metaverse designs so far. Especially the colours (considered making the reds pinks initially). Might revisit this one.

Rise Kujikawa

Canonically still making music as an idol as of p5. She thankfully has a little more time to herself now then she did at the height of her popularity but shes still enjoying herself and her career.

I really liked her epilogue design having her hair down because it feels alot more relaxed. I feel she probably stop wearing the pigtails as regularly outside of work as time goes on. I went for a more casual relaxed style for her in for her general casual wear, but I still wanted a kind of cute vibe.

Wanted her to have two metaverse outfits mostly because I wanted her to have this little magical girl transformation thing when she fights. But I also think it kind of emphasizes her thing in arena with Himiko about having different sides of herself. Tried to keep them visually similar. General coloursheme of these were inspired by the album cover she has in p5 bc I really liked the kind of more mature vibe to it then weve been shown with her previous idol stuff.

Himiko kind of has this like emphasis on a lack of mobility with the mermaid dress so I ended up using this with Rise as well bc I thought it would be fitting for a navigator. I based the battle outfit mostly on her idol oufits from the anime and DaN. I was really unsure the direction to go with for the mask but I wanted it to be two-toned to emphasize the multiple faces thing again and I like what I ended up with.

Yosuke Hanamura

Studying in the city and struggling to juggle college and a part time job. I'm unsure on what he'd major in but he's paying his own way through college. He's working at either a Junes branch or a Triple Seven or something. I think he's rooming with someone in a rented apartment currently (either Narukami or someone outside the IT. Leaning towards the latter)

I'm trying to go for outfits that are like flashy but still pretty casual and I think I did an alright job. Darker colour pallete in his outfits here then the p4 ones but I think it works. The headphones being wireless was an immediate obvious design choice I thought of as a way to show the difference in time period (sounds weird to talk about it like that since its like 5 years difference but it is what it is/)

I went for this kind of tropey ninja/super hero thing with his metaverse outfit. The primarily black colour was something I also chose for this reason. The tools on the belt are also kind of typical in this regard. The headphones were something I felt was integral to his design so I had to include them. Charge suggested the googles as a mask idea and I think it works really well.

Kanji Tatsumi

Continuing the family business as well as expanding to sell his work online. Generally doing fairly well for himself, rightfully confident in his work. I feel like he's probably tried out a few things when it comes to his personal style before settling where he is now. Has gone back and forth quite a few times on his hair but eventually decided on keeping in black.

Going to be honest I sketched this out after Naoto's but ended up psyching myself out of working on it for a while. Anyway I went at this with this kind of idea of trying to like soften the though guy aspect of Kanji's appearance without losing them. I did try out a couple of other hairstyles but I couldn't come up with something else that felt right.

The Metaverse Design was initially going to have more samurai inspiration but it ended up only coming through with the mask in the end. Deliberately harkening back to his initial design with this but I feel like it's warrented because Kanji's fashion in 4 is as much a facade to keep people away as it is just his own personal taste.

Chie Satonaka

Still pursuing police work around the Yasoinaba area. I think all the IT are signed on with the Shadow Operatives in case of emergency but Chie is more actively involved with the Operatives then the rest of the IT as she actively asks and tries to be. Still talks to Akihiko fairly regularly as well (mostly exchanging texts).

Generally with her everyday outfits I mostly wanted to keep it sporty but relaxed. Deliberately made these a little less overtly feminine then her p4 outfits because I feel like she'd grow more confident in herself not being as feminine as her peers. Tried to keep an article of clothing the same between the two of these outfits to call back to the jersey she was wearing in 4. I considered having her not continue to dye her hair but I didn't feel like Chie once I changed her hair colour so it gets to stay the same.

Her metaverse outfit takes inspiration from kung fu uniforms, particularly the pants. The chest plate is styled after a hotoke dou albeit shortened. Charge also came up with the mask for this one; a blindfold to invoke the idea of a uber competent blinded martial artist, the fabric here is sheer though. The shoes on this design are not necessarily finalized as they are not technically part of the outfit. They are her weapons and would change as such like in the rpg.

Ok that's all for now. Glad to finally have this done

[eternclsunshine]

more in-depth lore about Camille's family.

Angelica Byron and Tripp Rose - the parents. a once iconic Hollywood power couple. Angelica was a famous broadway actress in her prime, later turned television soap opera actress once she became 'too old' or 'middle aged' in her own words. Tripp was a big time film actor in the 90's and 2000's, primarily known for his roles in action films.

They're slightly inspired by Jolie-Pitt family. But only in the sense that they've adopted several different children from multicultural backgrounds. The reasons Angelica/Tripp (the parents) chose to adopt were for positive optics in the media, and Angelica is too vain/selfish to carry out pregnancies because she didn't want it to interfere with her career or physical appearance. Also the fact that she saw these children more like 'accessories' rather than building a family. She basically saw these poor orphans from third world countries and went "that's cute I want one of those"

In total there's four children - Nadine, Camille, Beau, and Yvonne. A lot of their childhood years were spent being paraded around as a family on red carpets and events.

Around when Camille was in her early teens, her parents went through a very public messy divorce. They were both terrible and equally at fault. Often slammed each other in the press and in front of their children. Purposely created a rift between their family and forced the kids to take sides. Camille took their mother's side while Nadine took their fathers - and the younger two remained neutral bc they were too young to really understand.

Fast forward to adulthood, when Camille and her siblings are all still divided and have taken to publicly feuding with each other.

Most of the drama is between Camille and her older sister Nadine since they're the most vocal about their personal/family issues. Nadine is very calculated and petty, often shading Camille and their little sister Yvonne for not having 'any talent' and relying on nepotism to stay relevant. Which is... lmao considering her acting career is built off their dad's connections. The hypocrisy pisses off Camille to no end and she has no problem crashing out or dragging her back. Which doesn't help her reputation at all but she doesn't care.

Camille doesn't have an issue with Beau or Yvonne to the extent she does with Nadine, but their lack of opinion and them 'staying out of the drama' irritates her. She feels like they're unintentionally taking a stance against her or making her look bad.

She does fight with Beau quite a bit. Mostly because he likes to stir the pot and say stupid shit in the middle of Camille/Nadine's internet fights. He's very much the person to be fake unbothered and indirectly shade them on his stories or posts. He's definitely said stuff like "Idk I was asleep" "bitches are so messy" or a simple "LOL". He's been called out on it from Camille or Nadine, but he's too much of a coward to address them directly.

Camille is closest to Yvonne. She's sweet and wants everyone to get along, but will never say anything or try to back anyone up. Doesn't have much of a backbone or opinion on anything, even if she's the one getting dragged or called out. Will occasionally play the victim if things get nasty.

context on each of the siblings:

Nadine Rose - camille's older sister. a film actress and absolute diva. got to where she is due to her dads connections and bribery. took their dad's surname in solidarity with him. has an excellent PR team who always makes her look like 'the good guy' in all this.

Beau Rose - camille's younger brother. an up and coming fashion designer renowned for their innovative, androgynous / gender-defying designs. only took their dad's name because it 'sounded better' for their brand and image.

Yvonne Rose-Byron - the baby of the family. beauty influencer and wannabe makeup mogul (insp by k.ylie j.enner). struggling to find her place in the world but has zero ambitions. optimistic and delusionally wishes her family would get along.

[yankstrash]

https://www.tumblr.com/yankstrash/723920353310736384/very-bored-rn-so-here-are-some-g-m-relationship

Omg!! This is so good!!! I feel like we need little stories on how these are all them

-`♡´- "thanks for being patient with me" gf & "i literally love you" bf

meels is a sassy lil gal and she knows it, so when she has her little moments and her hissy fits she always feels bad that gabe has to deal with her and thanks him for being patient with her. and every single time he's like, "of course i deal with it, i love you more than anything, meels."

-`♡´- gf with a pretty laugh & funny bf

it's simple: gabe is a hilarious dude who cracks his girlfriend up and meels has the cutest laugh ever and laughs at everything he says. it's perfect :)

-`♡´- gf that takes pictures of the sky & bf who takes pictures of her taking pictures of the sky

meels is a sucker for a pretty sky. she is enthralled by them and when she's enthralled by something, she lights up. gabe loves seeing her at her happiest, so when she's taking pictures of the sky he has to capture the moment. her back profile also looks beautiful with the pretty sky in the background, so he must snap a picture of all the beauty. def posts the photo and captions it, "my best view :)" (cheesy mf but he does it)

-`♡´- designated driver & passenger princess

anywhere they go, gabe is the driver 99% of the time, but he doesn't mind at all. he loves chauffeuring his princess around with his hand on her thigh and her playlist on full blast. and she eats that passenger princess title up. she owns it.

-`♡´- brown eyed gf & green eyed bf

their pretty eye colors :P they're a beautiful combo

-`♡´- style icon gf & supportive bf

meels is a fashionista and gabe loves hyping her up, always. no matter what she's wearing, he's going to like it and he's going to compliment her on it. even when it's a skimpy lil party fit that many boys would get possessive over, he still hypes her up and supports her. he's definitely a, "wear whatever you want, i can fight" bf. he never wants her to feel like he's trying to control what she wears, he would never.

-`♡´- athlete (g) & #1 supporter (m)

mr superstar first round nhl draft pick always has his girl in the stands cheering for him during every single game. and if she can't be there, she's watching it somehow. she supports gabe at every game, every event, every ceremony, everything. she's there supporting him and she is so so proud of him!

-`♡´- hopeless romantic (g) & didn't really believe in love until them (m)

meels made him a hopeless romantic. she is everything he's ever wanted and dreamed of, and now that he has it he treats her in the best, most romantic way possible. meels on the other hand never really knew love before gabe, not from a boy at least (except her dad bc daddys girl). she spent most of her high school years getting screwed over by idiots and never experienced any kind of love in a relationship, until gabe.

-`♡´- plays hard to get (m) & loves the chase (g)

this is so them because it took SO MUCH grafting and effort from gabe to get meels to even agree to go on a date with him, but he loved every damn second of it. he loved how flustered she'd get the more he tried, and she loved making him work so hard because it showed how much he really cared. this is them 110%

-`♡´- gossip girl & listener bf who agrees with everything she says

meels loves her gossip, and gabe loves to listen to her talk and soak up every word. it's perfect. she says something? yep, she's right. she's wrong about something? no she's not, she's never wrong. he agrees with every single thing she says. he loves how energetic she gets and the way she rambles when she gossips, it entertains him so much

-`♡´- starbucks refresher gf & hot coffee bf

real, meels is def a refresher girlie. i could see gabe liking both hot and iced coffee though. probably more hot, but i could see both

[sillyandquiteawkward]

:333 can I hear the design process that went into Ford? Or Tate?

Or if it was for Fallout OCs, curious on the Kennedy or Bayley “Concept Idea to Current” transition :>>>

<- had too much fun, did everyone mentioned.

oo so when it came to ford and tate, i had a general idea pretty strong from the get go, so there wasnt much exploration, and i wrote general notes i wanted to include in their designs and then kinda just went for it. in my notes and story plotting they were simply referred to as the waiter and the PI.

these are basically the first iterations for them, tho tate took me a while to figure out. tate was also skinnier but then i was like no i need to design with my Heart so i made him more stout instead just a simple tall guy with a dadbod body type. i just always ended up liking how ford turned out so he didnt have many changes (notably it ends up being just his hairstyle).

once i got the gist of the characters down i went back and started looking up clothes and pulling ref images to really hone in on their sense of style and fashion, since that was something for this comic i really wanted to portray. then i went back and drew a bunch of drawings of them in different outfits and tried to figure things out. like tate evolved from trenchcoat and jumpsuits to more simple things like tshirts and jackets.

i made the control meme. and then. i put them on the back burner as i did other things for months. and when the new year hit, i ran to start drawing them again to start the comic on a whim, and did the simple, draw what you remember and see whats the most important character traits. i think i wouldve liked to have more time to really iron more things out before i jumped into the comic but i feared being stuck in planning hell and never being able to Start.

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kennedy is a fun one bc i designed him to be a matching cowboy oc pair with raynersjournal and an overall group of four. simply the concept idea for kennedy was red badboy cowboy twink. another kind of design i did in one based on vibes and probably google images of cowboys for clothes insp. i am a little foggy on my thought process for designing ken but that was pretty much it. one and done type guy. i think i was feeling particularly inspired by funky eyebrows and giant sharp nose shapes.

i think kennedy has been pretty consistent in characterization, but i think i tend to draw kennedy less boxy now, and ive smoothed him out because ive shaped him more into this devious snake oil kind of guy that looks sweet, instead of this whirlwind fireball. for a second, i stopped drawing kennedy with his square jawline, but ive been trying to make sure i remember to draw it bc i think its a good trait of his that makes for nice contrast in his feminine design.

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bayley is Also interesting bc he had several pre-designs which is different for me. the concept of bayley being a fucked up scientist to be the antagonist for cc's story was first inspired by one of my goretober prompts, where a unknown scientist was attempting to vivisect hancock. his design was very minimal and more of an after thought.

after that came me trying to come up with a story and a scientist for cc to Have his third arm from. then i tried to doodle some scientist design with that inspiration from mr. goretober and came up with this guy.

but i didnt like him! i didnt think it was the right type of dynamic Look and i wasnt in love with the design so i tried again when i went to actually make ccs into comic. which is where we get this guy who looks More like bayley, but without the sideburns.

his sideburns grow as time goes on, longer and longer, until i start drawing them Bushy and big and the rest is history, i think i was inspired actually by how ray drew them one time and i just took it and ran. another bayley off shoot is evil bayley who channels mr goretober in his rancid vibes, while looking like regular bayley, bc i love au clones.

[the1weepinqguitar]

tally hall sketches and other assorted doodles

Here ya go guys! I also have improvement pics from last year! Almost two years in the Tally Hall fandom! Woohoo! My Marvin's CD is gonna hate me even more after all of this

A Ross sketch! I'm super proud of how it turned out! Below is a close-up!

The aforementioned close-up, showing the shading on his face and the folds of his sleeve!

Zubin! I love the side profile, and I used his picture in the MMMM booklet as a reference! Close up below, so you can see some of the more fine details/shading

the close-up!

Here's Andrew! His hair is kinda hard to not fluff-ify, but I dealt with it anyways and tried my best to keep it close to reality. Obligatory close(r)-up below.

next will be some other random stuff, mostly tally hall, but some of it is oc art

drew this drawing of Ross last September. Not amazing but very stylized, which I love/hate. the tag on the bottom left reads, "he's rather disheveled but this is the best I could do back then"

wtf is he doing? He in an action movie or something? btw this was last-year's andrew. very stylized. i hate it.

decided not to include the other last-year Rob cause i hate it deeply. this one's much better. very fluffy. i dont like the collar tho

just me poking fun at my horrendous attempts at stylizing joe. im not gonna draw him as much as the others btw.

This is from an au created by @bonkdd, but i did rob and andrew's designs bc i never saw his designs for them. i also added a lot of lore and plot stuff because i really liked the concept. in simple terms the tallies are robots that were abandoned by Marvin after he passed away so now they're falling apart n stuff without him to care for them (that's why rob hides his face). Anyways, huge thanks to Bonk for the original idea! They're a great artist, you should go check them out!

Edith, drawn/sketched with a ballpoint pen.

Another one. I like this one better, but I spent two days on this one versus a half on hour on the other so i guess it makes sense

Adrian and Reuben (OCs), done in a college-ruled notebook bc i ran out of pages in my sketchbook. next is a close-up so you can see more shading.

probably my favorite gay couple i've ever written ngl

Ace again, but wearing Reuben's favorite sweater.

Looking mighty fine!

He's lookin' tough, he's got the stuff, he's got the spiffy shades... (/lyric)

pose practice

Boll weevil, why don't you get out of your home? (/lyric)

old art jumpscare - i actually kinda like this one, might redraw it. Below is the full thing

why is zubes staring like that??? its creepy

here's another. i don't know why it's sideways. andrew is scared of joe btw, this isn't the entire drawing

Did an embossing peice. It's the Mojo Chessmaster! I tried by best to make it as detailed as possible, and I think I did pretty alright. The neck was probably the worst part to do. Below are close-ups

the head of the guitar was a pain in the ass.

This part was also pretty tricky but it came out okay. the dials at the bottom are raised as much as I could get them to go, so I'm not worried about them. My issue here was the pickups.

I also added Flansburgh's little signature guy but i drew his hair because why not? Anyways this piece took me a good hour or so to finish, I think it'll fetch a good grade (it was for my metal design class).

I'll add a sketch I just did as a bonus:

it's from a tally hall fanfic/au i made back in may after my grandpa passed away. It was a great stress-reliever and I still really like how it turned out. It's about cryptids and monsters and shit. I'll post a summary on a different post because this one was mostly for the drawings. I might post a few installments of it on my ao3. It could be a weekly thing since i usually have time on fridays to write.

Once again, a close-up is available below.

I put literal hours of research on cryptids and of the area (ann harbor, MI) while writing this fic. It was fun though, and it helped me a lot. Feel free to ask me anything about the plot or world-building !

[ouroboros-hideout]

WIP WEDNESDAY WHENEVER

I got tagged by @theviridianbunny thank youuu!

ART

The Kurt drawing I started a month ago is almost finished so I won't show that as a WIP again lol. But I settled on what I want to draw next already and I am way to hyped by the idea (Cyberpunk/Witcher crossover)

WRITING

I write quite a lot lately (or try to). Manly oc stuff because I managed to get obsessed with Alyona. Welp.

Her character introduction for my AU is halfway finished, but I am overthinking if it got a little to shippy (I didn't intendet that in the beginning but it just happened and I like it hehe). Maybe I make my shippy stuff into something extra and name it after the ship to keep the actual AU "cleaner" bc it's not that important for the plot. I don't know! I can't organzie my stuff!

Here's a preview of the introduction tho. For context: It's a backflash and around 2073, the business in Dtown starts to bloom and she comes for a visit to see what the Colonel came up with (try not to cringe by posting your writing but cringe anyway):

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A woman got out of the helicopter after them. Relatively tall, slim, athletically muscular, her short black hair was tousled by the wind, the sides of her skull were shaved short. She wore simple, military-style clothing. Cargo pants, lace-up heavy boots, a tactical leather jacket. Everything was kept in black and dark olive tones. If you didn't know any better, you'd say she was from here and it would be easy for her to blend in with the masses in Dogtown. One detail that made her stand out, was a multitude of thin scars that ran from the lower left side of her face across her nose and up to her forehead. Judging by the degree of healing, it was a very old wound. At least on the outside.

She walked confidently past her people, holding a bottle of clear liquid with an elaborately designed label in her right hand. Probably high-proof alcohol from her home.

After a few steps, however, she stopped abruptly and pushed the aviator glasses she was wearing down a little to look over the rim in disbelief and with a raised eyebrow.

"You look old, Kurt," she said blatantly, examined the man in front of her from top to bottom and continued to walk slowly towards the him, then took her glasses off completely and put them in the inside pocket of her jacket.

"It hasn't been that long since we last saw each other, has it?"

Her English was remarkably good when compared to other representatives from this part of the world who were usually up for business in Dogtown. However, she was unable to mask the slight accents common to the Russian language.

Kurt ignored her little teasing and tried to be professional.

"I'm glad you're here too." He couldn't help but welcome her with a thin smile." And it should be about half a year. The last time was in Laos during the negotiations."

Both slowly came to a halt in front of each other. Jago had followed the Colonel discreetly and kept to the background.

"That was six months ago already. Seems like I did good on suppressing the memories about that terrible place“, she answered shaking her head in disbelief.

"How was the flight?" he added tersely.

"Ah," she made a dismissive hand gesture. "Alright. I am getting used to traveling.“ She showed him the bottle she brought with her. „Here's your favorite. Don't worry, I've got more in the helicopter."

Without further ado, she pressed it into Hansen's hand.

For all the people standing by who were not yet familiar with Alyona and her way of dealing with Kurt, this whole encounter must have seemed incredibly strange. They all only knew him as the undisputed authority figure and nobody, except at most his old brothers in arms, would dare to talk to him like that. And even there were limits.

Alyona finally looked with interest at the man standing behind the Colonel.

„And who is the cute little cat? I don't think we've met yet.“

Jago's features froze completely and he didn't think he had heard correctly.

"The cute little... EXCUSE ME?" he replied with audible outrage in his voice.

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And I still NEED to write her fucking lore down. I think I got it togehter by now.

VP (new to the list)

Just started to activly making pics on my console and would like to come up with a little series in the future maybe.

Atm I try to make pics for a fun Discord Challenge where I have to show a single day in the live of my V. Since I am still obsessed with a certain disctrict I thought I make it a "Dogtown Days"- Edition. I struggle with the limited set of poses but I'll figure something out.

Yea think that's it for now. I still have so many ideas for a lot of different things but I have to restrain myself and finish some things first before I get lost in my WIP-Limbo.

[zirconynx]

Final Destination Game in the style of Until Dawn/The Dark Pictures idea

Recently been fixated on Final Destination and I had the random thought of how interesting it'd be to see a Final Destination game in the style of Until Dawn/The Dark Pictures Anthology or even like Telltale's The Walking Dead and how those game styles actually go really well with the general premise of FD.

Think about it, if a Final Destination game took a Telltale TWD approach it could work well game-structure-wise since usually characters that can die in one episode in the game or later in another episode usually end up doing nothing for the narrative following their first possible death. In an FD game then they could tie it back to the whole cheating death theme. At the very least writing off the fact that they don't do much in the story after that point is a little bit more excusable because of the narrative and how death works compared to TWD where it was just blatantly obvious that the writers didn't intend for that character to do anything or affect the story beyond that death point (lookin' at you Nick from TWD S2)

I think there's so much potential for an FD game in the style of Until Dawn/The Quarry/Dark Pictures Anthology since the choices the players make would have more of an impact on what happens in the narrative and how they affect how a character ends up dying or at what time (taking into account the different Death's Designs). I haven't really thought this through entirely yet but I'd imagine that the players could influence how late or early a character dies or, depending on how much they explore or notice details in the environment, can have the option to save a person at the last second which would have a drastic affect the story (an example being that if you save someone who was next on the list bc you were quick enough then the game/story would follow the rule of skipping the saved person and moving onto whoever is next on the list). Obviously this would get complicated to write AND program depending on what type of Death's Design is used for the story. Personally I'd like to see a FD game that sorta combines the Death's Designs from all 5 movies (yes i am basically cherry picking which aspects of the Designs i personally like but hear me out, also, very long post about Death Designs down below)

In terms of whether all the main characters end up dying or not, I'm gonna use the theatrical canons since for this post and FD 3 specifically, I assume Kimberly and Burke to be alive since there's nothing to state the contrary AND since the official ending is ambiguous, it;s up to interpretatiob whether Wendy survives or not since the Alternate ending and Choose Your Fate stuff where the newspaper of Kimberly and Burke falling into a woodchipper and Wendy for sure dying aren't canon to me.

For order of deaths, I'd make it simple like FD 1 where it's just that the characters die in the order they would've in the premonition but can be skipped if saved by another on the list BUT i would also include the rule from FD 2 where "giving new life" i.e. giving birth or dying at the correct time and then being revived after officially being considered dead by the design as a way to stop the cycle, tho i wouldn't include the reverse order thing from FD 2 since it was a direct consequence of FD 1, but the game would follow one cast of characters so this wouldn't apply. Personally I'm not a huge fan of the rule where someone gets added to the list because they were saved by someone that IS on the list as I feel that gets complicated and for major disasters with lots of people that can get saved by the visionaries (FD 4) would create an inconsistency at best or major plot hole at worst depending on how much focus would be given to which aspects of death's design.

As much as I like FD 3, I don't think it substantially added anything good in the way of how death works (the pictures having clues of how people would die but also included the later deaths after a premonition that was not planned by Death didn't make sense to me so). The only aspect of Death's Design from FD 3 that I would personally include would be how it'd be possible to still cause the main characters' deaths if they didn't pay enough attention (or didn't get the "give new life" path) even at the end of the game (this is the only aspect of the Choose Your Fate stuff that I would incorporate since my hc is that if you notice the things like the hole in the train map or connection to some previously established main characters that died, then you end up surviving the subway crash but if not you don't). For the subway scenario, in the case the player does notice the signs and the odd grouping back together of the main cast then you can have the option to step off early and avoid death again (and have their spots filled as I will discuss later with FD 5) or can still get on, have the premonition but still die. If they ignore or didn't see the signs then they can get the premonition but survive. Doesn't make a whole lot more sense but I'm sure it could be worked on so that these possible endings could be included.

I haven't watched FD 4 but from what I've seen on Youtube and briefly read on the fandom wiki page, the only new thing I can deduce is that Nick had two (?) major premonitions, one of the Raceway and one of the Mall. Since premonitions are never really explained I'm kinda neutral on whether the characters should get more than one premonition (since Wendy got 2 but whether she survived the second is up in the air). Since FD 4 is the odd one out of the entire series i'd be more inclined to say just have the characters have 1 premonition rather than being able to have multiple since a lot of that movie is supposedly complete nonsense.

Personally I don't mind FD 5 but only because of the twist ending. I actually don't like the rule of "taking someone's remaining time adds it to your own" since i feel it would make the writing even more complicated than it already would be by having to mash all these different death's design elements together. Since i find the added time to be pretty confusing, I'd rather simplify it to just that a person who manages to cheat death will have their spot filled in with a random person for the original disaster (so the total death count of the accident is the same but not the people involved). To tie it all back together i'd make it so those who cheat death throughout the game can have these possible endings (and endings to the game):

1. another event claims them in the end (Alex & brick / Clear & hospital explosion/ Wendy & possibly subway / Nick & truck at cafe)

2. they get skipped over by being saved (Carter at the end of FD 1)

3. they get to live by having died and been revived (FD 2, depends on if you really want to include a giving birth plot line or not or if you include the rule of absolutely nobody surviving no matter what)

4. the visionaries live long enough to become one of the random people (or not random, could be death's plan and all that) that fill the spot of another visionary (hc that Sam takes the place of Alex even though this is probably not canon and he's just meant to be part of the kill count anyways. Alternatively, others took the Flight 180 survivors' places even tho we saw no one else get on by the time they get kicked off the plane i think)

Now with the main way i would personally tackle Death's Design if it were merged for this game, I think it'd make for a very interesting game experience with all these rules and choices like choosing to save someone which in turn skips them or the multiple ways the game could end based on what you do or don't find or what you can figure out in time.

This post kinda devolved into just a "what if i mashed all the Death Designs together into one" but I still think it'd be interesting if they did do this for a Final Destination game in the style of The Dark Pictures Anthology since those games I'd say are the best at having branching paths based on which characters are alive or not at certain points in the story and have quite a variety of endings (usually 1 - 4 or 5 but different enough that i'd say it'd work for an FD game)

[hiding-under-the-willow]

This is going to be an incredibly personally specific rant about conflicting headcanon ideas with a poll at the end so if you like clicking buttons there's a reward at the end for reading lol

Anyways so like essentially this is a little dilemma I'm having regarding like my personal headcanons regarding certain connections between Markiplier TV and Who Killed Markiplier, specifically. Uh. Bim and Dr. Iplier's connects to the latter.

Okay so hear me out. Dr. Iplier is a little bit more straight forward. His last name is straight up Iplier. I generally consider actor Mark to be Mark Iplier. So. Simple question. Are they related in some way? Simple dilemma, would not be surprised if other people have drawn this connection before. Bim is a bit sillier, a bit more tied basically just specifically to the way I draw him actually and has nothing to do with canon lol. Um. The first time I drew him I gave him the same mole I give Damien and Celine (and Dark) without really thinking about it and then I never took it out of his design bc it grew on me too much. And now i can't stop thinking about it. So uh. Same question. Is he in some way related to Damien and Celine?

So. Okay. Option A) They are related. Iplier is like a cousin of Mark's a few generations removed or some shit. Same vibe on Bim's side. Maybe the reason they're both a little strange and unusual is related to their familial connections to the manor. Maybe they know a bit about the whole ordeal with the manor, maybe they don't. Maybe their relation played a bit of a role in them getting hired by Wilford and Dark. I don’t think Wilford would seek them out intentionally, maybe (again assuming familial relations to the manor has had some effects of them) he was drawn to them bc of their connections to the manor. And I don't think Dark would be quick to turn them away either, I think he's the kind of guy to not exactly be good at setting boundaries between his professional and personal life all things considered, and so yeah being able to keep and eye on he and Mark's strange relatives by keeping them on the payroll probably isn't something he's opposed to. Absolutely not a headcanon that's supported well by anything in canon, definitely verging on au territory, but certainly raises the opportunity for some interesting character interactions. Also if you're into the whole headcanon that Yancy is one of Mark and Celine's kids and that he ends up at the studio when he gets out of prison well then this meshes well with that too. Half the studio is made up of Dark and Mark's strange relatives at that point lmao

Option B is, obviously, that they're not actually related, they're just like that lol. Bim just happens to have that same mole, look fairly similar to Damien. Still raises some interesting opportunities in terms of character interactions, and makes things align a little more with canon. Then with Dr. Iplier. Obviously you could just say that Iplier's name being that is like. A coincidence. Personally I think that's a boring take. So here's my twist on it. Dr. Iplier is a stage name. He's one of those celebrities who has like a real actual name but literally no one knows it even his close friends call him Iplier it's that much a part of his identity at this point. How'd he pick it up? Oh, idk, maybe he picked it up from an actor who did an obscure and short lived theatrical performance portraying a doctor character back in the 1920s. Who's to say 😊. Anyways I think both Mark and Dark would hate this for very different reason. So it's got a lot of comedy potential.

Okay so obviously all of that is like simplifying all of that a lot. My opinion is generally a little more loose and complex too. Like, either of these sets of headcanons can work in different situations. Like. In Inheritance I'm not planning on writing either of them as being related to the wkm cast, because it just doesn't quite work with what I'm going for there. But in the Unsolved AU I've thought that (if I ever wanted to connect it more seriously to canon) it would make some interesting drama if they were related to the wkm cast in some way, and it came out when they ended up at the manor for one of their episodes. I can also see a version of that au where that isn't the case so, y’know. Honestly most of the time when I'm coming up with stuff or writing scenarios I keep it intentionally vague. Not leaning one particular way or the other. Like there's a scene in the one-shot I've been writing where Mark breaks character for a moment because he briefly has a moment where he looks at Bim and all he can see is Damien. And I just am leaving it up to the reader to take a stance on that. Not taking a hard line on whether that's because Bim is in someway related or if he just looks like that. Mostly because I'm not particularly biased to one interpretation over the other in that scenario. It works either way, even if it has slightly different implications. I can also see a combination of the two working in different scenarios, Iplier being related but not Bim and vice-versa.

So. Y’know for all intents and purposes I'm not literally interested in taking a particularly hard line on this actually. This post is silly. I just wanted to put these ideas out there really, and also find out how these thoughts fared with the public so 👀

[koreandragon]

lmao pine that vincenzo netlix thing happens to me all the time.. i also get random notifs on my phone that tell me to "continue watching" bc i sometimes feel like rewatching some scenes. was funny yesterday when i was finishing reborn rich and got so tired of all the fuckery, i took a break and checked my phone and it was just netflix again telling me to watch vincenzo like YEAH.... i might as well now bc reborn rich totally lost me in the last episode

(will rant a little if it's ok!)

honestly though– what in the world was that ending? like who over at jtbc thought this was a good idea and let the writer have her way??? i'd love to know bc i think what the novel did (no HW in the new life, DJ gets revenge, becomes ceo, marries MY, end) was so much better. yeah it's simple but better than what we got. here the writer wanted to be creative? what was the point of ep 2-15 and all that we've seen DJ go through only to have an ending like that and then explain it with "repentance"? like what...... and it was lined with plotholes like a swiss cheese 😭

so while i enjoyed the drama, the end kinda ruined it for me personally. the novel was about rebirth/revenge and while we watched DJ trying to take over sunyang, all that was naught in the end since we end with HW again and nothing he "did" as DJ ever mattered. by changing the ending, the writer completely fucked the point of the story over. now it's about repentance? why not just make a movie with the plot of ep 1 and 16 and call it a day then? idk. the more i try to make sense of it all the more i don't understand. also such a waste of lee sung mins amazing performance :(

what's your general thought of the ending?

vincenzo will forever haunt me, i feel like i see his face wherever i go i wish i could erase it from my head so i can watch it again. my life drama. anyway.

well i didn't love the drama ngl to you there were fun bits where he fucked his family over but none of that was truly cathartic? and there were too much politics and corporate lingo like i barely followed along. i wrote this in a post too that it will never truly be revenge because the jin family won't know who he is and why he's doing it. revenge is all about looking into your enemy's eyes and letting them know it was you who fucked them over and why you did it. isn't it? so i was wondering how that was going to go, i guess they did that with hyunwoo at the end but it didn't actually matter because the guy who did kill dojun and tried to kill him got to die peacefully in his sleep none the wiser. he got to be the chairman of soonyang for 20 years without any accountability.

the doppelganger thing still bothers me like hyunwoo literally could've been played by any other actor because he was only in the first and last eps and some flashback scenes i don't understand why joongki had to play them both it's just too much suspension of belief for me. plus the thing that bothered me ESPECIALLY that i already talked about is that hyunwoo was supposed to know about dojun's accident. he was literally there and he still couldn't avoid it while he was dojun cause he conveniently forgot it ever happened or idk??? like that shit irks me. don't even get me started on the romance and minyoung's character because it was abismal. i trusted this writer because she wrote designated survivor and it's still one of my favorite dramas and it was very entertaining despite being so political. waited a year for this drama cause it's joongki's project after vincenzo but i guess you win some and you lose some. better luck next time.

[a-master-procrastinator]

Now that I showed how my characters look in SC, how about their fighting styles and how I picked them? It was no less interesting than putting together outfits, I promise (maybe).

For some time I had no idea what these fighting styles were, so I simply chose them for my characters based on weapons and vibes. This game is set in a completely different time and place, so no lightsabers and barely even guns, plus every fighting style is using some type of melee weapons (so tech classes aren't lucky).

Important thing - all the fighting styles are made for the Soul Calibur characters (and some guest characters, like Geralt), there aren't any universal styles that aren't based on an existing character. Considering that I knew nothing about SC characters, I kinda had to guess what style to pick. Of course, every fighting style has a description to help you chose, but ultimately, it's better to test it in a fight.

Sometimes I managed to pick a style perfectly on the first try, and sometimes it took many tests to settle on something. I'll start with characters that were an immediate success.

(fighting styles are named after SC characters that they are designed for)

Shailla (Jedi shadow) - Kilik (heh, took me a while to get used to his name, coming from SWTOR)

That was a quick choice - the style is described as defensive, it utilizes a staff, which is close enough. I would say there are 4 styles that kinda resemble a double-bladed lightsaber, and this one fits Shailla the most. First, it's more of a defensive side, as mentioned before. Second - staff is less lethal than a blade or a scythe, which corresponds with how Shailla usually approaches fights - raise the weapon only for defense, aim to disarm the opponent, not for the kill. Of course, the movements with a staff aren't 100% the same as with a double-bladed lightsaber, but hey, different setting and all.

Imely (Sith assassin) - Zasalamel

Another pretty much perfect choice. Weapon that kinda resembles a double-bladed lightsaber and some purple magic going on - seriously, it's great (although I'd say that scythe is the least resembling of the double lightsaber out of the 4 weapons). The attacks feel powerful while the movement is kept relatively simple, which is fitting, considering that Imely had less time to master the lightsaber (sith inquisitors in general had less time learning the dueling bc of their background as a slave, compared to other Force sensitive characters).

I might've picked a different style before choosing this one, but I kinda don't remember if I did (my memory isn't very nice to me). But if it happened, it was probably Grøh because it resembles the double-bladed lightsaber the most, just the style didn't fit well with Imely, so I switched to Zasalamel and had no regrets. (It also kicks ass, very enjoyable to play)

Kerstes (Sith juggernaut) - Nightmare

Well, simply based on the weapon. After all, in SWTOR Kerstes prefers a big sword to a lightsaber, so the moment I saw the weapon this style utilizes, I picked it.

Overall it's a good match.

Airistan (Jedi guardian) - Mitsurugi

Initially I chose Haohmaru and played with this style for a while, but later decided to try Mitsurugi, and it felt slightly more fitting.

These styles are somewhat similar (using one blade (both use katana, but as soul of Mitsurugi you can choose a different looking blade), some movements having similar animations, hell even the characters are kinda similar looking (they even have some jokes about in the game)). Both styles feel powerful, and the movement of both are a good fit for Airistan. What really sold me on Mitsurugi is the little fire animation during the critical edge attack.

Sometimes I forget that Airistan has the pyrokinesis ability, but when I saw that animation, I knew that this is a better choice. Yeah, technically it's not a first choice, but both styles are close, so at least I wasn't far (unlike with some other characters).

Beirya (Jedi shadow/sentinel) - Grøh

At the moment I still haven't done the stories, but I did know that this style utilizes a double-bladed weapon that splits in two (probably bc I tried it for a different character before, and it didn't fit), so I knew precisely which style to choose for Rya. Since SWTOR isn't anywhere near releasing a new combat style (not to mention something as specific as a double-bladed lightsaber that splits in two), SC version will do.

Vylneer (Sith assassin) - Voldo and Taki

I don't even remember why I chose Voldo initially, but it's still a good choice. Really weird movements that are hard to track, powerful attacks, a lot of acrobatic movements just suit her well, even if weapons are mismatch (in SWTOR Vyl uses a double-bladed lightsaber, here it's two unusual weapons). Though some moves are a bit too silly.

The reason I have two fighting styles for her is secrecy. One style (Voldo) is used when she's on missions as Kallig's apprentice officially (meaning interacting with other Imperials, and they can't know her identity), the other (Taki) - when Vylneer is using her assassin cover. I picked Taki mostly for the fast movements and short blades (they resemble throwing knives a bit).

Vintu (Sith juggernaut) - Nightmare

Wanted him to have a big ass blade in SC, but Nightmare style was already taken, so initially I chose Siegfried, but it wasn't really a good match. So screw it, Vintu is also using Nightmare style. (happened as I wrote this post).

And now some characters that took more tries before I settled on one style:

Jett (mercenary) - Cervantes and Seong Mi-na

First choice was 2B bc the description said something along the lines "utilizes many weapons, ready for anything", and it has a more futuristic vibe. But ultimately, it was exactly the futuristic vibe that made me choose something different - it stands out from the rest world and characters (and yes, I know 2B is a guest character and not even a part of the story).

Then I remembered that I read about a style that has two swords and a gun (a swordgun? gunsword? anyway Ezra Bridger would approve) and thought that it would a better match. And yeah, it's pretty nice. Attacks feel powerful, long reaching, plus a gun (it's not often used, and can be dodged, but at times it's just so good), suits well as a general vibe.

However, I also remembered that while in SWTOR Jett is fighting with blasters and etc., in my headcanon she is using a melee weapon as well (especially in KotFE and onward), and realized that there is a style that uses a very similar weapon in SC. Few silly moves aside, it feels pretty good for Jett - the weapon is quite long reaching (and I can imagine Jett keeping some of the enemies, particularly Force users, at a distance), the movements are fine, and you can feel when she hits the enemy.

And a fun fact that I realized in hindsight - Jett had different people helping her train with a melee weapon, notably Shailla during KotFE (and onwards). In Soul Calibur, Mi-na at some point is taught by someone using Kilik style (not Kilik himself, but from the same martial arts temple). Some moves even have the same or similar animation. Not intentional, but nice coincidence.

Auletta (Sith sorcerer) - Ivy

First choice was Tira.

I'm actually surprised I didn't pick Ivy for Auletta from the beginning, then again, that was when I didn't know anything about the styles. The reason I chose Tira initially is her unique weapon - ring blade (yeah, weird that, Ivy also has a unique weapon). I approached it from this angle: "What if this character existed in SC lore? How would they fight?" And Auletta choosing a unique weapon was one of the reasons.

But then the movements of that style were too acrobatic and aggressive, which is not like Auletta, who, to compensate for the lack of physical strengh and lightsaber training, usually tries to avoid the close quarter fights and keeps the enemy at distance with the Force techniques and clever usage of surroundings. And if it ever comes to a duel, her attacks are calculated and precise. So I started thinking about a fitting style, and it hit me - why not Ivy? I wasn't super familiar with the style or the character, but had some idea what it is like (bc again, tried it with a different character and it wasn't a good match). I wasn't sure, but after trying it, especially properly seeing all the moves, I'm sold.

(the only part that's not very fitting is all the leg kicks, but it's a small part)

Xaele (operative) - Amy

First choice was Taki bc of a short blade (agents and knives, all that) and some acrobatic movements. But the two blades didn't fit, and the speed and strengh of the attacks didn't feel quite like Xaele. However, after acquainting myself with the characters I realized that Amy style would suit Xaele better. Short range weapon, fluid movements and still a good amount of acrobatics made for a good fit. Throwing roses at the enemy is not exactly what Xaele would do, but even that serves a purpose within SC, which suits agents, I think.

Raen (gunslinger) - Sophitia

Now this was a bit of a struggle. Raen is, by far, the least suited for any of these fighting styles bc she's a gunslinger in SWTOR and doesn't fight with mele weapons (or engage in close combat at all). There is Cervantes with one gun, but two swords and overall powerful vibe doesn't suit Raen. At first I chose Taki , but honetsly there no reason behind it other than 'can't think of anything else right now'.

Then I thought: "Gunslingers can hide behind a shield, right? And there are two fighting styles with a shield, maybe try them?". So I looked them up and chose the one that's more offensive (Cassandra) than defensive (Sophitia). But then the attacks felt too punchy and strong for Raen, so I switched to Sophitia, and it suits better (especially evading moves), although still far from a gunslinger.

Zin (mercenary) - Talim

Like with Raen, I had no idea where to start. The fact that Zin is a relatively new character and I'm still figuring out a lot of stuff about him did not help. Chose Hwang just because, and ofc that wasn't it. Then tried Haohmaru, and it still wasn't good.

Then I thought about what his close range fighting style would be like. Decided to try Talim, and honestly, it was fine. Better even, it gave me ideas about his fighting in SWTOR (at least in my headcanon). Mostly it's about the movement and attack speed, a lot of evasive moves and cool weapons that I feel like Zin can actually use.

(also kinda funny that his close range weapons are the opposite of Jett's, who trained him a lot - very close and fast, as opposed to long reaching with strong attacks)

Nevanor (Jedi sentinel) - Taki and Hilde

This one was the hardest to settle.

First choice was Voldo, because of the two weapons, but the movements were not fitting him at all.

Then Talim, for the same reason plus attack speed, but it felt too close range.

Then Cervantes, for the two swords, but the gun and the strengh of the attacks did not fit.

Then Taki, but the first time I didn't stick with this choice.

Then Geralt, for the two swords, but the silver sword is barely used, and movement speed wasn't quick enough.

Then Yoshimitsu, for the two swords and speed, but the movements are too specific and unusual, and the second sword isn't used often either.

And only then Hilde. Because it's kinda got two weapons, right? I really didn't expect much out of this one, but it's really nice. One weapon for close range, the other for long range, both are used often (although not both at the same time, but I can live with that), spear attacks are freaking cool, and there is a good sense of mastery to each move. Plus Hilde is a leader, and I think it can be seen in her presence in the fight (or maybe I'm seeing what I want to see), which is similar to Nevanor being the Alliance Commander.

And it is a nice style for his Commader days, but before that it still didn't feel quite right. Nevanor utilizes Ataru a lot before KotFE, and Hilde's style isn't quick or acrobatic. So I went back to Taki, and the second time it felt more suitable. It's got acrobatics, fast attacks, and both blades are sometimes used together. I think what made it better the second time was knowing that it's not going to be Nevanor's only fighting style.

Bonus:

Valkorion - Azwel

Both are more proficient in supernatural stuff than actual weapons (don't quote me, especially with Valkorion, he is said to have been Zakuul's best warrior before being possessed by Tenebrae). Plus they are both antagonists, both are bosses in boss fights, and when you get to play as either it feels like you're playing a boss level character.

Although, now that I'm thinking about it, Zasalamel could also work, because of time stopping abilities and the fact that both characters are immortal in some way (it's the scythe that I'm not sure about).