#it's really hard to find fancy clothes that actually fit me well

[boyapologist]

my day was nice but I spent a bit much

[iiscpr]

more bullshit

[chinolondoner]

Author looking for readers

I'm not sure of the best way of getting people interested in the work of an unknown writer...

Plopped down in the middle of a tropical, Latin American setting, Lullaby for Bishop is set to be a hard-boiled detective series with four main characters: a veteran private investigator in the twilight of his career; a muscle-bound professional wrestler fulfilling one of his pivotal, childhood ambitions of solving strange and wild mysterious; as well as a pair of rumbunctious, teenage, high school girls constantly causing a scene and tagging along for the thrills.

You can preview the first half of chapter one further down below and catch up on the remainder, along with the totality of chapters two and three, all completely for free if you visit my Patreon. It's going to be a little while before this first book in the series is actually finished and officially published, but I feel the smarter move would be to try and elevate as much of a buzz for the featured world and characters before then as possible. I also plan to put out additional pre-release chapters in the near future (likely three at a time). If I have somehow managed not to bore you and you're still eagerly reading, then I do hope you enjoy the launching meta in this tender work in progress and stick around for future updates. Thank you for your interest!

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Chapter One

Nervously, Donny Boy had begun rubbing his fingers on the back of his neck, seated patiently a narrow foot away from the front of the desk while waiting for our bastard detective to stumble back into his office, suddenly realizing that the price tag had not yet been plucked away or removed from the fanciful hat he was wearing and was still dangling off the rounded edge of the brim.

Looking around the room for a trash bin he could use, Donny Boy's eyes gradually panned across the office, taking note of a few of the usual mosquitoes left splattered on the frosted, scarlet-lettered glass on the door. Dizzying groves of zigzagged patterns tying in the décor on the wallpaper, he spotted an old, unused desk tucked-away in the far, opposite corner of the room, heavy with dust and weighed down by sprawling stacks of postcards and unrecycled newspapers.

His wandering eyes glancing up the rearing rays of shattered sunlight filling in through the narrow, broken blinds on the window, Donny Boy had noticed the row of fancy kettlebells neatly arranged across a flat and sturdy, iron bench scooted against the wall, a dirty, rolled-up yoga mat, along with this stationary, exercise bike for the purposes of one's daily, cardio workout.

Looking up at the rougher dust build up over the years along the edges of the blades on the ceiling fan, Donny Boy was suddenly lured back from his current distractions after Detective Howl Bishop slid back into his office, tossing a used washrag onto his desk after wiping his face and smelling of minty, nicotine gum and aftershave.

“So, what do I call you, kid?” Howl had asked while taking a seat in his chair behind his desk.

“Don should be perfect. Growing up, my next-door neighbor used to call me Donny Boy.”

“Donny Boy, huh?” Howl fought against his urges to fidget with a stack of papers in his drawer. “Sounds good to me, kid. So… are you some sort of circus performer or something?”

“I'm not sure I know what you mean…”

“Your arms… They're freaking huge!”

“Oh… Yeah… I do struggle at times finding clothes that can fit me properly. Also, I wasn't really sure whether or not I should've worn a suit jacket.”

“Yes…” Howl would peek over the top of his desk and study Donny Boy up and down, a salient tone of fascination in his voice. “You really are quite the physical specimen, aren't you?”

“I suppose I do enjoy a good workout,” Donny Boy replied, a little bit bashful.

“You do have a basic understanding of the type of job you're here applying for today, don't you?” Howl asked.

“I believe so… The ads in the newspaper said Experienced private investigator in search of young and capable partner…”

“That's right. And being a private eye, it's important to have a plethora of tools at your modest disposal. One of those tools being the ability to effortlessly mesh into your surroundings. It's important not to stand out too much when in a public crowd or when casually photographing somebody's license plate from across the road. At the moment, I'm having some doubts on that possibly being a strong suit of yours given your current… how should I say… physique.”

“Oh… Well, to be completely honest with you, Mr. Bishop, I haven't even paused to consider that as a possibility.”

“Yeah, well, thinking a few steps ahead is also an invaluable tool to have.”

With more than a quarter of a century of busy detective work under his belt, his hair having grown white as Winter's ashes and the once buoyant Spring in his footsteps having lost some of its feather throughout the years, Howl Bishop was originally from the lands of sunny, Southern California, born on a weekday in a rushed and overcrowded hospital in the blighted city of Los Angeles.

Brought up in a bohemian household, Howl's anxious mother was a failed, Hollywood actress turned “new-age” healer and father was a meddling screenwriter that had spent more of his time obsessing over the quality of the ink in his typewriter than ever inundating his children with any orderly grants of wisdom.

Standing at six-foot even in height, a strong, conquering jaw and with an even tan across his arms and facial features, Howl was one of the many foreign expats sailing over from the States in purge of more permanent roots in Pan de Leones. Old, brown, leather belt holding up his wide, beige-colored slacks, Howl always wore floral, Hawaiian shirts when in settled eye of the public, mixtures of white and pink and with a couple of loose buttons up toward the collar.

With his sharp, Anglo features and light attire, it was entirely common to mistake Howl Bishop for a possible tourist visiting Latin America for the first time, sightseeing across the country and falling for obvious scams at the nearby market. That is, of course, until one caught an initial glimpse of Howl's encyclopedic knowledge of the city's urban layout and sprawling geography, along with his ease of verbal fluency when communicating in Spanish, often conversating with local barkeeps and store merchants on objects ranging from the wise and esoteric to the lurched, mind-numbing, and trivial.

“I would like to procure a general gauge on how comfortable you might be interacting with the more unsavory avenues of human society,” Howl would lean back into his seat and ask, clamping his hands together and placing his palms over his stomach.

“Could you be more specific?”

“In such line of work, one all too often will find themselves having to calmly intermingle with unrested eyes of broken glass and scoundrels. Do you possess any real-world experience dealing with scum and the morally compromised?”

“Uhm…” Donny Boy appeared curtailed by Howl's question, unsure of how to respond. “I once dated a girl that refused to pay off her parking tickets,” he said.

Without managing to reply, Howl simply stared in confusion from his seat across the desk, reevaluating his initial impressions on the kid. Then, squinting his eyelids a little, he felt inclined to change the current subject and asked, “I don't mean to suddenly swerve off topic, but… have we met before?”

“What?”

“Well, I'm looking at your face, right now, and… I can't help but get the feeling that this isn't the first time that we've been in the same room. Do we know each other?”

“I do not believe we have ever met, Mr. Bishop,” Donny Boy was quick to point out in response, laughing out loud a little to himself while nervously shuffling around in his seat. “I've always done alright remembering faces and my mother had always told me it was rude to forget someone's name.”

“Hmm… I guess in my advanced age, my average perception of things has grown a bit muddy. I suppose I simply must be confusing you for somebody else.”

Wide, rugged shoulders, preposterous arms, and with a large, outward, and muscular chest, Donny Boy was young and handsome and had shaded, bronze-colored skin. His lightly brushed hair was a wild, sunflower-blonde of which he maintained in perfect tinge and kept the darker shadows of his roots regularly dyed. Along with the fancy, finely tailored fedora resting on his head, the crumpled price tag of which he had just recently stuffed into his pocket, Donny Boy wore a normal pair of rectangular, blue-framed eyeglasses, granting him a bit of a barbarous librarian kind of a look.

Dark eyebrows and with the small patch of facial hair on his chin routinely trimmed, Donny Boy had entered the office wearing a short-sleeved, white, button-up shirt, the generous, overfed muscles of his upper body appearing to want to tear through the clothing and with a clean pair of ruby-red suspenders attached to the waistline of his denim-blue slacks, tugged and strapped-up over his mountainous shoulders. He also had on a dorky, red bowtie for the occasion.

“How old are you, Donny Boy?”

“I'm twenty-eight years old, Mr. Bishop.”

“And what's your sleep schedule like?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your sleep schedule. Have you developed the habit of going to bed around the same time, every night?”

“I believe so. I've never been one to indulge in any late-night festivities. Why do you ask?”

“Well, when living the demented life of a private eye, it's not uncommon to have to commit to some later hours on the unplanned occasion: car stakeouts after midnight; navigating the craze of urban nightlife on foot; purchasing some nefarious lawyer a hundred shots of overpriced vodka at the stripclub just for a few layers of common information. Do you drink coffee?”

“I've never been much of a coffee drinker, no.”

“Well, you definitely should be. Sugar highs and caffeine are going to be your most reliable friends on those late nights when you most need them. Either that or… well… you know…” Bringing his hand up to his face, Howl used his finger to tap the side of his nose.

“Oh, no way, Mr. Bishop,” Donny Boy immediately replied. “I wouldn't even think of touching that stuff. I've always had a firm stance against any illegal drug use.”

“That's good,” Howl said. “I've noted my fair share of innocent souls throughout my time wasting away from drug addiction. A found sense of longed-for excitement is what initially lures them in. And then, after enough restless days turn to night, enough sleepless nights turn to chaos, suddenly they look up and… the neon lights on the street don't seem as vibrant as they once used to…”

Donny Boy would look at Howl with a sort of strange sense of wonderment, our detective's eyes having slowly migrated across the room toward the window, perceiving what, to him, had appeared to be an expression of profound fatigue captured on his face.

The sound of the vehicle screeching to a halt could suddenly be heard outside on the street, trashcans tumbling over and followed by the angry voice of a young woman shouting profanities.

“Oh no…” Donny Boy muttered underneath his breath, his eyes suddenly wandering over toward the window.

“What about your relationships?” Howl asked. “Do you have a wife or girlfriend? One of the more unfortunate aspects of being a private investigator is the difficulty you might experience maintaining a healthy inner circle. This is often a critical detail that turns the most people away.”

Donny Boy was completely distracted and had failed to pick up a single word, a growing look of nervousness on his face.

“Donny Boy, are you listening?”

The frantic sound of sudden footsteps quickly marching up a flight of stairs could be heard just outside the door to the office, followed by the reactions from Howl's trusted secretary demanding an unknown grouping's identification and honest proof of appointment.

“Move aside, lady! You don't want to have to get injured!” a young woman's voice hollered in response.

“How have they managed to find me?” Donny Boy wondered out loud to himself.

“We have you outnumbered and we're very upset!”

“What the hell is going on out there?” Howl began to react.

Suddenly, managing not to completely fly off its hinges, the door to the office was viciously kicked open, creating a sudden gust of wind that would travel across the room, knocking over a slanted stack of printed papers off the corner edge of the desk.

Standing in the open doorway, visible tension throughout her arms as her hands were forged into concrete fists, a young, teenage girl had a rancid look of anger on her face. A dark, navy-blue blazer over a knitted, bright, yellow skirt, the young woman was dressed in a traditional, school-girl's uniform and had her hair cut down short, visible scrapes and bruises on her knees giving out impressions that the girl was perhaps a bit of a rowdy tomboy.

“Nayaiko! I found him! He's in here!” the young girl shouted back over her shoulder.

She would then come into the office, and shortly afterward, her thin silhouette appearing in the doorway, an additional and secondary, young woman showed her face and seemed equally upset at the current moment. Dressed in an identical uniform as the first, this second girl had her hair much greater in length and stood with long and beautifully braided pigtails poking out the sides of her head.

The second girl entered the office and shut the door.

Standing over Donny Boy who seemed to be trembling in his seat a little, the first girl snarled out of her nostrils and said, “This is the second time this week you tried to ditch us…”

“This honestly isn't the best time, girls,” Donny Boy said, his voice a bit shaky.

“You know, we were standing outside the changing booth for thirty-five minutes before we realized you weren't there,” the second girl would report. “You told us you were trying on some hats!”

“I did! Look!” Donny Boy then lifted the hat up off his head to showcase. “I ended up purchasing this really awesome fedora for myself. It's really cool, isn't it?”

Neither girl seemed to want to take the time to respond. They simply crossed their arms in defiance and stood with a pair of inconsolable scowls on their faces.

Continue...

[goquokka00]

The Little Things (Jeongin Ver.)

The small things he does every day that make you feel oh, so special.

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

|Helps You Dress |

We're all probably aware that Jeongin is extremely well dressed. Hell, even the other members have clarified that sometimes they go to Jeongin for fashion opinions and advice. And a lot of times, you do the same. Either that, or Jeongin will offer help if he sees you're struggling.

Jeongin will go to your closet with you and look through your clothes to try and find something that'll fit what you're aiming for. If it's for a study session at the library, he'll find a comfier set of clothes for it. If it's for a family gathering at a fancy restaurant, he'll make sure you look phenomenal. If it's for a double date with you and Jeongin and a friend and her significant other, he'll make sure that both of you are matching outfits.

I also think that sometimes, Jeongin will dress you in his own clothing, too. Not all the time, just whenever you're going to something you're not really looking forward to or will just be lounging around the house with him. Jeongin loves his clothes, yes, but he loves them even more when they're on you.

| Comes For Cuddles |

Jeongin isn't one for cuddles. We all know this. If his members try to hug and coddle him, he always tries to maneuver out of it. And I think for the most part, Jeongin wouldn't really want to cuddle you a whole lot either at first, just because it's who he is. It doesn't mean he doesn't love you, it's just a Jeongin thing.

However, there are definitely going to be moments when Jeongin will want cuddles, and will come to you for them. You stopped going to him for them, because he was always super reluctant, and figured if he wanted them, he'd come. And he did. Usually, it's when he's had a rough patch at work or is just straight exhausted. He'll come over to you and lay on top of you, resting his head on your chest and nuzzling you while hugging your torso, humming at the soft scratches you give his head.

I also firmly stand by the belief that Jeongin will do this around the other Kids, too. Literally for no other reason than to make them all upset and jealous because you're getting all of these Jeongin cuddles and kisses and affection and they're not. They'll definitely grumble about it, all while Jeongin has this smug look on his face. He just finds pleasure in making his Hyungs upset.

| Video Games |

After watching Jeongin play Among Us on Chan's computer, I think that you and he would play a LOT of video games together. Anything from on the Nintendo Switch to a Playstation, even on a laptop, the two of you would play plenty of games, sometimes even with certain things on the line. Stuff like, "Loser has to do dishes", or "If I win, you have to give me a back massage."

The competitive play would definitely be a thing, but I also think you guys would have a lot of Co-op games that you guys would play, too. Things like Bread and Fred, Among Us (if one of you isn't on a different side), It Takes Two, things like that.

I also think that y'all would 100% play games like Animal Crossing or Minecraft. You and Jeongin work way too hard on your world/islands, and always have to run ideas by each other. Those games are also great ways to stay in contact when Jeongin's on tour. Sure, a Stray Kid besides Jeongin will sometimes join your Minecraft server, but Jeongin usually kills them as punishment for joining his server that was specifically for him and his love.

| Misunderstandings |

If you're someone who's soft spoken, I feel like misunderstandings would happen a lot. Even if you weren't soft spoken, I feel like this would still happen. A lot. More or less, it's literally just Jeongin only half-listening, and hearing you say something completely different than what was actually said.

Other times, it might just be that you as him to do something, and he hears what you say, but he thinks of it in a completely different way than what you meant. "I thought you wanted me to fill the printer! I did!" "Yeah, with ink!" "And I did that!" "Jeongin, printer ink!" "...oh."

I don't think that you'd ever get mad at him though, mainly because if he does end up slipping up big time, he'll buy whatever he broke or take the time to actually do what you asked, and then will proceed to apologize profusely while cuddling you because he feels really, really, REALLY bad.

| At-Home Facials |

Honestly, because all of the guys are into facials, I think this could happen with any of them. But for whatever reason, I could see this being a Jeongin thing the most. Whether you're the one pestering him that you wanna do a facial together, or if he's the one pestering, it happens a lot.

Sometimes, it's just the two of you wearing face masks while eating instant noodles and watching TV. And that's always fun, and Jeongin really enjoyed those. You do too, because it's cheap and doesn't take a whole lot of effort to complete. Not to mention that you two always got to cuddle up on the couch.

Other times, you and Jeongin go all out. Doing multiple masks, placing cucumbers on the eyes, steaming faces with hot towels, massaging faces (and Jeongin squishing your cheeks while commenting on how cute you are), all of it. Jeongin will usually buy all of the supplies, because going out is his idea. But you two do end up feeling awesome after.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

[abiiors]

feeling very much not body positive about myself and need a nice strong man (named ross) to comfort me 😭

i'm so sorry you're struggling a lil with your body rn :( i hope your day's a bit better today <3

cw: mentions of body insecurities, suggestive but no actual smut

it first happens when you're supposed to go out for the evening--nothing fancy, just trying out a little food truck that caught his eye last week. it's as casual as it can get, and yet here you are, trying on outfits after outfits, trying to find the perfect combination. trying to nail the line between cute and casual.

except nothing fits!

the top you loved two weeks ago now makes your tits look saggy. the jeans you've always adored fits your butt weird. the skirt makes your thighs look huge. outfit after outfit that you toss away makes the pile of the bed grow bigger and yet nothing. looks. good.

and short of wishing for the giant pile of clothes to swallow you whole, there's not much you can think of right now.

until ross opens the bedroom door.

his eyebrows fly up into his hairline, his mouth parts and his face turns from confused to aghast. "you aren't ready yet?! babe! i'm fucking starving, i thought you'd be down fifteen minutes ago!"

he doesn't mean to sound so sharp, of course he doesn't but the tone of his voice makes matters worse. now on top of feeling ugly, you also feel useless. scolded like a child by your own boyfriend for being late. sudden tears sting your eyes, your throat feels tight and you turn away from him.

it's not that serious for fucks sake! of course he's right to be annoyed, he's probably been waiting for a while. but in the mirror you see his face turn back to confusion and then concern.

"love, you alright?"

"mm-hmm" it's sounds pathetically small coming from you as you try to swallow the tears and find a fucking thing to wear. anything would do at this point.

"hey, look at me," he says again, much gentler this time and that somehow makes it worse. you do the exact opposite though, trying to hide your face so he won't see the tears that are about to fall.

you pick up the white t-shirt from the floor, resisting the urge to sniffle or wipe your cheeks.

it's not that serious.

it's a fucking food truck.

"sorry, was just trying to find this t-shirt!" you try to keep your voice as bright as possible and cringe when it comes out mechanical and fake. it shouldn't be such a surprise really, everything's been wrong today--your clothes, your hair, your smile. fuck. your entire body is wrong.

that should be the only explanation.

there's some movement behind you and you feel his hand on your hip, the same hip you were busy frowning at in the mirror only minutes before--scrutinising the extra flesh, glowering at the not-quite-flat stomach. his touch makes you flinch, not because it's unwelcome. far from that actually. it's so he won't be able to feel your body the way you see it--out of shape and ugly.

ross staggers, utterly baffled. his mouth hangs open, like he's about to say something but can't quite get the words out. it's not what you wanted--to make him feel like he's done something wrong.

"sorry, sorry!" you mumble quickly, trying to navigate around the clothes on the floor. "sorry, i didn't mean-- i didn't--"

"baby," he says calmly, and god his eyes are so fucking kind that it snaps the last tether on your emotions. you can't help the tears welling up anymore, the quiver of your chin or your trembling lips. ross' face falls and your feel worse for it.

ross's expression softens as he takes a step closer, concern etched across his features. he wraps his arms around you gently, pulling you into a warm embrace. the tears you tried so hard to hold back now stream down your face, and you bury your head into his chest.

"hey, hey," he murmurs soothingly, rubbing your back in slow circles. "what's going on, love? you can tell me."

you sniffle, trying to compose yourself. "it's just... nothing fits right, and i feel so... i don't know, out of place, wrong, ugly--"

"stop." his voice is firm but gentle and his mouth is pressed in a thin line. "i wish you could see what i saw...

"i love you so much, sweet girl. i love your body and your face and your personality. i love your hips, i love grabbing them when you're on top of me. i love how you make me feel." you blush at his words remembering the number of times his hands have been on your hips, tightly gripping them, helping you move.

"i love your thighs and how they feel around me, i love kissing them and biting them and i love the sounds you make. and don't even get me started on your tits--"

"ross," you slap him lightly, giggling through the tears. it makes him smile too--his real gorgeous smile that shows his dimples and makes his eyes crinkle. the smile that makes you smile and swoon.

"no no, let me continue," he smiles cheekily, slapping your ass which makes you squeal.

"you're going to make me cry more!" you whisper, voice watery but there's a smile on your face now and that's all that matters to him.

"kiss?" he asks sweetly, leaning down and oh you need it so much more than you'd realised because you crash your lips against him instantly, holding on to him as he kisses you sweetly--long and sweet and languid. his arm is firm around you, holding you flush to his chest and you can practically feel his smile through the kiss. it's all-consuming, like nothing else matters when he's kissing you.

until his stomach growls out of nowhere and you pull away, giggling at him.

"fuck, i'm so sorry, love. we should just go, you're hungry."

ross clicks his tongue, pulling you into a hug. "let's just stay home and order pizza. i feel a bit lazy now anyway."

you consider it--the thought of getting dressed and going out right now feels astronomical anyway but he's been looking forward to this for so long. he's been--

"don't overthink it," he scolds gently. not that it should come as a surprise really that he knows you well enough to know every thought inside your mind.

"fine. let's stay home then," you pull back and smile at him. it's not exactly how you thought the evening would go but hey, it's not like you're complaining about it.

[mylittlesecrethaven]

I'm Dumb For Just Now Noticing This: Ruggie

This is just gonna go over how the event uniforms look similar to the dorm uniforms. Nothing fancy. I may get shit wrong. (Also, the events are going to be major events, not birthdays and cooking stuff. Sorry. (Also, I'm only doing events that work with the dorm uniforms, if that makes sense. So some events may be ommited)) (I will be doing overblot forms for overblotters)

Our lovely reference. We're gonna focus hard on the boots and scarf, with some stuff about his glove thrown in there. The diamond pattern's kinda important I guess. Also the color scheme, as always.

The main things for Ruggie are his boots, his little scarf thingy, and the bracelets. You can obviously see the parallels for the boots and scarf, but I'm only bringing up the bracelets because of Ruggie's glove. That could be random, but I like to see it as a parallel.

Do I even need to try? Besides the color, he's still got semi-boots, he's got a hyena on his hat, hyena spots on his scarf (another scarf for Ruggie), and he's literally got a hyena on his shirt with "Hungry" on it. The Outdoor Wear is amazing because the design choices are very obvious.

Another scarf. Who woulda thunk? The colors match, too. And he's got boots again. Oh, and a glove. He's also got a coin purse around his neck, which fits Ruggie amazingly character-wise. I can't tell much else besides that. There could be something on the choice of the Eastern outfit, but I'm not well versed in clothing from any part of the world.

(Another main reason I'm doing these posts) He doesn't have a scarf in this one. Interesting. Still has boots though. He's also still got gloves. The coloring matches as well, as always. I did try looking around to see what kind of outfit Ruggie actually has on, but I couldn't find anything, so if somebody knows, please let me know. But besides that, can't really see much else. (I guess he has that diamond patter that's also on his dorm uniform)

I was really hoping to find something on Ruggie's masquerade outfit, but I seriously have no idea what he's wearing. He looks like a jester, but I really don't want to assume.

[modelbus]

May I request a Anthony lockwood x reader??

You’re giving me a lot of creative freedom here… For all my dsmp/mcyt followers, don't worry, I'm just trying something new here. Your typical stuff will resume shortly :)

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Gn!Reader

Locked Loving

"Next time, George, don't forget to mention the ghost was murdered. I'd prefer to know that before we go and fight it." Lockwood says, not even lifting his eyes from his book at the table when George enters.

Your eyes flicker between the two, shaking your head to yourself. The last case you had gone on didn't go so well, leading to this kitchen table remark from Lockwood.

As said, the company decided to go and try to remove a visitor from someone's house, but things took a turn for the worse upon the realization that the ghost was actually quite violent. To be fair to Lockwood, George definitely should've mentioned the ghost was a murder victim, but in George's defense, it wouldn't have helped much anyways.

Truly, Lockwood is just upset he lost his favorite rapier to the ghost. Thrown out the window, literally. And despite the hour he spent looking for it in the woods, no luck. You even joined in for a bit! Lucy was lucky to avoid his sour mood, busy visiting an old friend or something like that.

"Oh, yeah, I'll try to fit that in between all the other information I tell you on the ghost! Maybe after you tell me I talk too much and that I need to not worry about researching so much? Or should I say that before?" George exclaims, looking a bit outraged.

"Before." Lockwood answers.

George huffs, spins around, and storms out of the kitchen despite having just entered.

"Congratulations, you scared him away from the kitchen." You deadpan, shaking your head.

"You know that wasn't my intention."

"Oh, everyone knows that, but you still did it."

"He just needs to start telling us this stuff before all the other unimportant stuff." Lockwood continues, now frowning down at the book he clearly isn't reading anymore.

"If you're really this upset, I'll go rapier shopping with you tomorrow." You sigh, doodling a small stick figure onto the thinking cloth.

"What? I was talking about George, not rapiers."

"I know that, Lockwood. But you're upset because you lost your rapier, right? So I'll go rapier shopping with you if you'd like."

"I can go rapier shopping on my own, you know."

Again, you find yourself sighing. Lockwood, huh?

Sometimes you wonder how you even ended up here. Fighting ghosts with Lockwood & Co. Or, more specifically, Lockwood. It was hard not to fall for the guy. Between his constant fancy dressing to his complete dedication to the work, along with the added side of him just being... him? Yeah, it was flat out impossible.

Never in a million years did you think you'd be offering to go rapier shopping of all things with him. Yet here you are, practically throwing away your dignity just for him to refuse you.

"Yes, Lockwood, I know. It was just an offer."

You stand up, letting your eyes linger on him for only a second longer before turning away.

"Tomorrow then?" He calls out right before you can cross the threshold out of the kitchen.

"Huh?"

"Rapier shopping. Tomorrow."

Lockwood raises his eyes from his books, raising his eyebrows at you slightly as he waits for your response.

Sometimes you wonder what the hell you're doing with him.

You nod. "Tomorrow it is."

Lockwood nods, settling back in to read. You exhale air you never realized you were holding, stepping out of the kitchen and heading up the stairs to your room.

The damn fool made it so difficult sometimes. Or maybe you were the fool for falling for him in the first place. No matter who what the idiot here, it always ended the same.

At least this time you couldn't make too much of a fool of yourself. It wasn't like a ghost could lock you in a closet while rapier shopping. Seriously, what could go wrong? Just a little rapier shopping with Lockwood.

It'd be a normal outing: absolutely everything would be calm and normal.

Right?

[humblefryingpan]

I'm trying to pack stuff (going to nyc for 5 days) and my mum's driving me fucking insane with packing. There's some stuff I put in and she said I didn't need them and then there's all the random shit I actually don't need and she's making a huge deal out of it

And like getting mad at me for not agreeing? I'm planning to buy stuff in there and I need to make sure I can fit in in my suitcase while staying in the weight limit. Like I packed my case in my room (and we had a fight ab me not wanting her help) and she's dragged it down into the living room and added some shit. I know damn well I won't wear all that and I'm really trying to take less stuff

Like I'll take way more than I need to go anywhere and I know what clothes I will wear. I know she's worried about me going to a different continent (my first time going abroad in general without her) and I'm trying so hard to be understanding but she's getting genuinely angry that I'm not taking a bunch of shit I won't need.

It's not even shit like "did you remember your toothbrush" it's a 20 minute argument insisting I take a razor (I'll shave like twice a month if I'm feeling fancy, it's fucking december and I couldn't care less about having armpit hair) and I was saying I don't need it but she was getting so annoyed that I wasn't listening (I was, she wasn't listening to me)

My suitcase was half full and now it's fucking stuffed. I'm going to have to go through the entire thing and take shit out, while in the living room having to repeatedly go upstairs bc she wouldn't take me seriously

I'm trying so hard to be nice bc it's hard for her and I get that but I've been feeling like absolute shit for like a month already (unrelated to the trip) and I wish she could understand that I know what fucking tshirts I like wearing and which of MY CLOTHES I will find warm??

It's like she was accepting me doing "grown up" stuff and all her trust has vanished overnight. Like it's not like I'm fucking off to another continent all by myself, it's a rlly scheduled school trip - there are like 30 of us going as well as I think 4 teachers supervising

And I have travelled before? And there are shops in new york?

[theworldvsyoshiko]

Well, this newest camp is drawing to a close. I know I haven't said much about this one, but here's the thing: Long Night is an awful fucking garbage event if you are playing non-farming nomads. It's not so much 'challenging' as it is 'a borderline automatic game over.' You have no plants to forage. You can't graze your animals, which you're dependent on for moving from base to base. You can't make kibble for the animals unless you have plants to make it with, and if you had plants you wouldn't be in this mess. You can get food for your colonists by hunting, but meat won't last long when you're on the move... unless you make it into pemmican or packaged survival meals, which you need plants for.

If there was a geothermal plant on this map, I would have seriously considered setting up a sun lamp just so some small area would be able to grow grass.

So yeah, this camp has mostly been a long tedious slog to keep all the animals alive, with a side of too many raids. On the upside, the kids have... not amazing gear or anything, but they're not going into combat with hand-me-down clothes and garbage weapons anymore.

Since Lewis hit 13, this seems like a good time for an overview of the current state.

Overall

Thanks to the fucking Long Night, the kids have plenty of food, but less than they had when they left the last camp. This was another great climate, so it would've been a good place to stock up before moving on, but instead the supplies have been slowly evaporating. Still, the ship's actually not parked that far north. It'll be sub-tropical or temperate climates the whole way, so the biggest hazard food-wise is going to be areas where it's too dry to grow much.

Not a lot of trade goods left, but with 10k silver saved up, trading goods is kinda optional anyway. They can just buy shit with cash. Now if only anywhere had shit to buy. They'll be making another round of shopping trips on the way out of this area, so here's hoping. This isn't their last chance to buy new gear, but there are only a few opportunities past here. I could have them linger in this area for however long it takes to find quality gear, but that would be 1) boring and 2) probably overkill.

While the ship is expensive, these ruin maps are pretty expensive, too. Dev mode informs me that the current map, in fact, would currently get raids of 950 raid points. The ship shouldn't be too much worse than that--if the kids dump a lot of their unneeded possessions and there aren't fancy ruins around the ship, the ship raids could go as low as 500. So, the fights they're having right now might actually be pretty representative of what they'll need to be capable of handling.

That's all banking on nothing bumping the raid point level a lot higher on that map, though.

I haven't kept things to three pawns for any strong reason. Good candidates have just been hard to find. As Lewis showed, preteens aren't a good fit for this lifestyle. Hussars and Wasters are automatically disqualified, because they're just going to die to a lack of psychoid. I've also only been looking for recruits who are younger than Umeko, which limits it further, and thanks to the nomadic lifestyle, prisoners are only a great option if they capture one early enough to recruit them before they have to pack up camp.

So, just the three kids for now.

Umeko Keith

Now she's great at fighting and construction, the two main things she does. Construction is the big one, really--it's not a full-time job in most colonies, but this group has to build a new base every 20-30 days. She's also the group's de facto crafter, but... crafting isn't quite as important here. Researching something like gunsmithing would be a long-term project. The only things to craft are trade goods and clothes, really. Fortunately, the herd of alpacas and all the hunting for meat means that she has an unlimited supply of leather and wool.

She's got an archotech arm, a bionic leg, and a sterilizing stomach. The sterilizing stomach was an instant buy when I saw it. Umeko and Choco are both good at cooking, so food poisoning is rare, but... the last time it happened, it was an outright existential threat. When you only have three people, two of them being nearly downed by illness is an absolute disaster if anything actually dangerous happens.

Umeko likes both of her companions a lot. This might be the most tight-knit group I've ever had. Umeko and Lewis are pretty much always at 100 relationship in both directions.

Choco, though... Umeko has like a near-paralyzing crush on her. Choco, on the other hand, is straight. Way Better Romance (I think? I don't believe this is core, and I'm not sure what else would do this) seems to make it so sexualities aren't absolute, so while Choco is straight, she's like... an 0.4 on the Kinsey scale. She can conceive of a circumstance in which she might possibly have a relationship with another girl, and thus has like a 1.4% chance of agreeing to romantic things with Umeko. That's good enough for Umeko. She asks Choco on a date at basically every opportunity, and gets politely shot down every single time.

At this point, Umeko's wearing trooper armor and a flak helmet, with a sniper rifle and carbine. Since the group usually doesn't have good defenses set up, having her snipe enemies on the edge of a pack before they attack the base has been vital to continued survival.

Curca Choco

Choco's taken over cooking duties, and she's the group's default medic. She's also pretty good at killing, and psychopath + masochist is admittedly a really nice combo for that. She doesn't mind hauling the bodies away, and if she gets hurt in combat that only makes her happier.

She also doesn't mind needless killing or violence. I have a policy that when somebody needs to, say, run outside and spray bullets at the cavemen next door until they stop trying to hunt the alpacas for dinner, that's Choco's job. If a bullet goes through one of their eye sockets, she can drag the body off and it's no big deal. Umeko doesn't need to know the dark price of her alpacas' continued safety.

That's true friendship, right there.

With double passion in shooting, I've been setting her up as the main general combatant, so Choco's got recon (!!) armor, a semi-automatic rifle, an assault rifle, and an SMG.

And a... look, the group only had two flak helmets. So instead, Choco wears the next-best head protection we've got.

A hyperweave bowler hat.

Lewis McLaughlin

For somebody who's been around since he was 4, Lewis's general setup is just sad. He could've easily had 5+ passions in a normal colony, but the nomad lifestyle's hard on a kid. Still, he's good at plants + animals, aka the skills that let them eat, he can shoot well, and he'll be the group's head researcher soon. Plus, with Iron Stomach, two out of the three pawns are immune to food poisoning.

Lewis likes everybody! Choco is 100% neutral on him.

He's got the least impressive combat loadout, with a flak jacket and helmet, a bolt action rifle, and Umeko's starting combat handgun. Good guns have been in short supply.

[cato616]

NEGOTIATING OVER US (part seven)

roman roy x fem reader

!note: sorry this one is quite short, I usually write these at night pretty late and try to finish them as fast as I can so I can post it lol

summary: you're definitely planning to go see roman at Connor's party, you want to speak your truth. Is it going to be a bad or a good party tonight?

content/warning: lot of fluff and maybe angst; alcoholism (not addiction tho)

i will be there, i promise.

You close the shop with Liza, you've been filling her in about the roman situation, she been asking all day about it. "oh my god... so that's what happened yesterday?" You nod with your head. "well that is a complicated situation, and you don't have to feel bad about it honey" She tenderly lets you know. You were fine tho, it didn't hurt like it did before. "oh yeah i know" you said very sure of yourself. "i can't fix him, i mean, who could fix roman roy" You laugh with Liza and then you paused, feeling a shock wave of emotions, making you speak in depth. "i think tho..." you feel your mind full of veracity. "i think that he might feel some kind of safe space when we stand close to each other..." Liza gazed at you, comforting you with a smile; she thinks that you may now know want to want. Then you both walk out going down the street, hugging each other side by side. "it's complicated, but it's different... you need this" Liza states. "because, life's not perfect, and you may not want to let go of it." You think it was good advice, or at least, it's what you wanted to hear.

You finally get home, ready to start war with your closet. You first get a shower; and by then you get to your room to put some music to not make your little movie-like montage seem sombre.

You open your wardrobe, and began to dig in there, hoping to find some gold.

<outfit one> cute dress, actually could fit in with it since they wear the fanciest dresses... but no, not there yet.

<outfit two> oh wow... i look, jesus... but no, too too sexy for me and for the party's vibe. i look good, but no, i don't even know why I have this.

<outfit two> oh that's some really great pants actually... but what do I put upwards, that's just my bra. do i have a top?

"oh for fuck sake this is SO HARD, it's easier to go NAKED" You yelled while looking for more clothing, then you remember just the top you haven't been using for a while. "HELL YEAH fucking eureka." You grabbed the top and put it on. "I knew it, that's fucking good, i need to grab that clear open shirt to complete this mistical outfit."

You finally completed level one; you were all black. Then you continued on doing your make up very quickly. Then fix your hair a little bit, gave some last touches, grabbed your purse, and then decided to start running over there. You were about to leave then suddenly, you hear knocking on your door. You stopped mid way through opening the door, by then of course you did, to see who it was. "Hello? you are..." You didn't know the man how was standing right in front of you, very tall and large, looked like those security guys at the building. "Ms y/n, sorry to barge, Mr roy sent me here to collect you to give you a ride to the party" Said the very large man. "Oh, well, actually that doesn't sound so bad, i wasn't liking the idea of looking like this while taking the subway." You muttered. "Subway you said?" he accidentally chuckles by then tries to compose himself back, but kept on smiling, even when you were coming down the elevator. Jesus, they really haven't touched a bus in their lives.

You get outside the streets of your building; the driver opens the back door for you when you were about to do it, you smile at him through the pain, it's so painfully fancy that makes a little bit uncomfortable, but you try not to judge and enjoy the moment. Actually you aren't enjoying one bit, you've been biting the skin off your fingers for the last 5 minutes now, thinking your every movement for when you'll get there: even your shoulders were tense, it looked like shoulder pads ready to play some football. "hey... it might not be my saying, but, it's okay if these aren't your thing, but you'll be okay, you already know you're not one of them, so definitely be yourself, ok?" The driver was nicer than you thought. You shaked your head when you didn't know what to say like if you wanted to say sorry for not making a response, and then nodded, "-yeah of course, t-thanks."

You arrived at last to the party; it definitely wasn't a small party, but apparently wasn't too big for the rich side. The driver opened your door very gently, you come out and was about to head in. "remember, yeah? yourself kid." You put your thumps up and smiled, and he smiled back; he then drove away.

There you were, standing outside, really scared; you start walking to the main door, then a woman with a tablet next to it, asks your name, later letting you go in.

Full of people, it was worse than the time you first went inside waystar's building. Didn't know where to go; of course your goal was to find roman eventually, didn't want to randomly text him tho, you needed to find him in person. Awkwardly greeting people you don't know wasn't really your plan, so you settled on waiting at the bar, didn't feel very chatty yet. "Are you ordering anything?" The bartender caught off guard. "Um... yeah actually, could i have some... vodka and sprite? i think." Very nervous to say anything. "coming right up" You smiled satisfied. "and i might... need some shots after" You mumbled, but he still heard.

You were given your vodka and you immediately start drinking like life depends on it. "oh god... ugh, too fast damn... another one" You requested. He made you the other drink and you chucked it in as well. You were feeling great actually, a bit dizzy but still very tense. "Let's do the shots now mr bartender thank you" You asked in a funny way... you get drunk pretty easily, fast metabolism. "... sure." He didn't feel worried like that, since it's his job to mix alcohol with more alcohol, he just felt curious about your desire for it. He made three shots, although you weren't sure you would be able to drink all three. You drank the first one, "wo-Woah, that felt a little bit strong" However you didn't care, your mission was to feel, something else. You were wondering if roman was looking for you, or just waiting for you; right now, you weren't ready to see him yet. You took the second shot. aw why am I doing this to myself. Although deep down is what you wanted. And there it was, the last shot; you looked at it, trying to focus on the glass, feeling dizzy already, so, should you take it? it might wear off quite fast, then i should drink it. "Yo, you really don't have to drink if you don't want to." He tells looking straight at you putting himself in front. "oh, shut up mr bartender, i can take it." Definitely drunk already. So you grabbed the shot, and the next thing you knew, it was slowly going through your throat, burning you one last time. I better not throw up, i already regret this.

You gradually stand up from your seat, taking step by step. "thank you mr bar... mr bartender, have a great week" You already went away from the bar but he had replied, "it's the weekend tho, but you too..."

You didn't know which way you were supposed to take. Everything was quite a blur, but you managed to walk around with no problem at all, at some point. You didn't know where to go, so you sat on top of some stairs at the corner of it. You weren't feeling very tipsy, you looked up the celling, and you sigh. It didn't make you feel that good after all, just a little bit, it did make you loosen up. People passed by and you wouldn't notice, you just kept observing the place around you, but, you did feel a little sad you weren't trying to talk to the people, you could even hear your mother's opinion about that; so you felt a tiny bit stupid about the drinking. You thought coming over would be different, but maybe you were wrong. I should get out of here, it isn't worth it.

"y/n? uuh what are you sitting down there?" You could hear the voice you wanted to hear all night just right in front of you. You instantly look up at him, and stood up rapidly. "Roman!!" You were so drunk that you couldn't hide your excitement. "oh wow, this morning you were like a statue and now you almost look like you had a sugar-crush" He said feeling mazed by your grand reaction. "I had some fuel to feel up my empty tank of energy" You were surprised you could even finish that sentence. "oh, so you had some drinks... but i think too much maybe? don't you think?" You can't control your emotions when you're this unstable. "Oh come on roman stop judging me, I'm here, i came..." You implied, as you were getting closer to him, again, you can't control your emotions. And there was nothing but pure eye contact. "Yes, you did came" He slowly adds when he then fix your hair and tucks it back behind your ear, and then tries to put his hand on your cheek. "oh wow you're hot" your face doesn't change, huge smiley drunk face. "thank you" you reply. He laughs kindly at your response. "no I'm, yes i mean, y-you're literally hot, are you... feeling okay?" He seemed a little worried. "i think... (you zoned out for a while) not." Yet you still kept on grinning. "Oh okay um... i think you should go sit somewhere, or maybe leave?" leave? Since you couldn't think that straight, of course you were now thrown out by his remark, and made you stand back. "hold on, you want me to leave?" So embarrassingly sad. "no I didn't say it like that, you definitely are really drained, how many did you take?" he asked. "like this..." You tried to make the numbers with your hand but mistakenly made the rock and roll sign. "yeah well that says everything, let's go" He showed his hand to you so you could take it. "to where?" you asked. "i think you should go to your place." You then grabbed his hand, and made you remember today's meeting with him. You got now even closer than before. "You're coming with me right? I'm not sure if I can go there alone" You suggested, tho it was true you would need someone to get you safe to your flat. "i will, i will come with you." He sincerely said while looking at your face up and down.

"okay so, then take me." Roman does what you say, and starts to take you out of the party while holding your hand to guide you outside.

And so you go both to your place.

continue.

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Kinktober 2023 Day 9-Stripping/Glory Holes

The Ghost and Molly Mcgee-June/ OCs, Darryl/OCs

Darryl takes an horny June to a secret club for kids like them

written for @kinktober2023

requested by @ramdomaxes

Warning the following story contains fictional minors in sexual situations. If this makes you uncomfortable or are under 18 please do not read. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. This story is a complete work of fiction.

June was having a problem. She was horny all the time and was having trouble finding a good outlet. She tried to grind herself against her pillow to little avail. On her nightstand, her phone started ringing. Sighing, she climbed off her pillow and picked up the phone. “June speaking.”

“Hey it’s your boy Darryl. Wanna hang?”

“Sorry, I’m busy masturbating.”

Darryl blinked. He was still getting used to June’s bluntness. “Ah well, I hope you're having fun.”

“Not really, nothing seems to be working. And my parents keep insisting I’m too young for toys despite evidence to the contrary. Hmm, do you know anyone who would be selling some sex toys?”

“Actually, I think I could do you one better. Meet me outside.”

“Should I put my skirt back on?”

“Yes.”

June found herself downtown with Darryl. He took her to a block of warehouses. After passing several of them, he knocked on one in the pattern of 'shave and a haircut'.The door rolled up just enough for the two to walk in before shutting again. An eighth grader approached the two. "Password."

Darryl cleared his throat. "I like your turtles."

He nodded and let the two go further in. June was amazed. Where they were at looked more like an inside of a particular fancy and old fashioned hotel, complete with a staircase leading to a second story, rather than an old warehouse. "What is this place?" Darryl handed her a card. She read it aloud. "Andrea presents Gentlelad’s: Adult fun for kids."

"It's a sex club. But you know, for kids."

"I gathered. Thanks."

"Well, you have great timing cause the big show is about to start!"

He led her to a big auditorium with a stage. June still had no idea how this all fit inside this warehouse. The curtain rose and Andrea herself appeared. She was wearing an elaborate green dress. "Welcome one and all to Gentlelad's. I'm happy to see so many faces here. Enjoy the show!"

Jazzy music started playing as opposed to the pop songs Andrea normally sang. June was surprised when Molly and her friend Libby came and joined her in song. Well Molly did.

"I don't know how to sing," Libby staged whispered.

"You don't need to know how to sing, just dance sweetie," Andrea told her.

Both Molly and Libby were in the same dress that Andrea had on, save for they were red and blue respectively. The three thirteen-year-olds danced in sync with each other. Molly and Andrea were singing together while Libby (poorly) lip synced to them.

The real surprise was when the three of them bent down and grabbed the hem of their dresses and tore them off their bodies. The three of them technically had clothes underneath but they didn't hide much. The sheer bra and panties were see through, showing off their hard nipples and bald pussies.

Molly kept on singing as Andrea brought in Libby for an open mouth kiss. After a couple of verses, the kissing broke apart and Andrea took up the song as Molly put her mouth on Libby's. Soon all three girls had turned around showing off their derriere.

June had heard a zipping sound and turned to see that Darryl had pulled his cock at and was furiously stroking himself. While June had seen dicks online, this was the first she'd seen in person. Her face flushed. June had to admit that the burlesque dance was quite arousing. And seeing half naked people in the flash was so much more exhilarating in person than on a computer screen. She looked around and noticed Darryl was the only one happily masturbating to the sight of his sister's butthole.

Molly's body was very attractive, June thought. When in Rome she guessed. She pulled down her tights and hiked up her skirt. Her sex was already wet when she slid her fingers into it. She let out a low throaty moan as she watched the three thirteen-year-olds practically fuck each other on stage. She felt herself cumming, her walls spasming around her fingers, her juices spraying into the aisle. Darryl also came, the sight of his sister eating Andrea's ass particularly driving him over the edge as he fired his cum onto the back of the seat in front of him.

As the current closed, June went to pull her tights up but Darryl stopped her. "You might want to leave those off." He had dropped his shirts and boxers over his shoulders. His penis dangled freely between his legs. "The night's just getting started. But first I gotta pee."

June could use a post orgasm urination as well. She entered the girls bathroom to reveal herself. She was greeted by a trans girl her own age getting a blow job from her friend. She could hear moans and the sounds of prepubescent bodies slamming together coming from the stalls. She entered a free one and relieved herself in the toilet. She wiped her vagina and washed her hands next to the trans girl who was now cumming all over her friend's face.

When she met Darryl in the lobby he had keys in his hand. His cock was already chubbing again. "Got us a room."

June's heart thumbed as she followed her friend. A trail of slick ran down her thigh as she walked around in public with her ass out. Most of the other kids in the place were in various states of dress themselves, so she and Darryl got little attention. June didn't know to be revealed or disappointed at this.

They entered the room Darryl got them. The ground was covered in cushions and padding. To the left were several very large beds while to the right was a wall covered in holes. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they were for.

"I figured since this is your first time to one of these, you might be a little shy. So I thought glory holes might be for the best."

It was true. June had been feeling a knot in her stomach at the thought of fucking some strangers. This was so much easier. She didn't know what to say, so she hugged Darryl. He hugged her back. It was nice, even as their genitals briefly touched.

As she knelt in front of the holes, she heard a coughing noise. Darryl pointed to her shirt. Right, she thought to herself, don't want to make a mess. She pulled off the sweater vest and her white colored button down. Her parents considered her too young for bras, so her flat chest was exposed to the room.

Soon several cocks began emerging from the holes. Judging from the sizes, they were all children her age. The thought thrilled her. She began stroking a black one. Then she licked the head like she was licking an ice cream cone. She used her other hand to jack off another dick.

Behind her, Darryl was letting several more girls in for his own pleasure. Most were around his own age but a few as young as eight and as old as fourteen. He quickly got to work fingering one while sucking on the nipple of another.

June was finally sucking her first cock now. Her lips met sub inches from the wall as her tongue danced around the appendage. She was surprised by the taste of the dick, sweaty and hot. Like working out after a long day. It was intoxicating. One of the dicks she was pumping came, shooting the milky, good, liquid all over her chest. It felt warm on her skin. June was very glad that she was topless now.

Darryl had taken the eight-year-old from behind and was fucking her pussy hard. She screamed in a high pitched noise was she came, Darryl flooding her sex with his seed. When he pulled out a girl closer to his own age and the fourteen-year-old started cleaning it off with their tongues.

The black kids cock finally came, giving June her first taste of semen. It was not unpleasant. She took the next dick in her mouth and blew him until he coated her face with cum. Darryl was humping one of his preteen sluts, pumping his cum into her underage pussy.

June felt a twinge in her own pussy as a trail of slick ran down her thigh. Hearing Darryl fuck those girls combined with the scent of the cum covering her was driving her crazy. She turned around and pressed her behind against one of the glory holes. She gave a yelp as she felt a dick slide into her wet sex. Whoever was on the other side was very eager and filled her pussy nicely. He came without pulling out, flooding the preteen's vagina with his seed. It felt nice to have warmness fill her up.

He pulled out only for another to fill her dripping cunt. As she was rocked, June saw Darryl eating out one of the girls. He held his fist out in a fist bump. Which she returned.

[captjameshookthoughts]

@norman891 replied to your post “@norman891 replied to your post “Not to trauma...”:

@captjameshookthoughts. Also, when Hook visits the brig and talks to Wendy, she seems to have gotten through to him, or at least made some sort of connection with him. Then when he tells her "this is what growing up looks like." she comes back with an out of place acerbic "No. This is what it looks like when you grow up wrong. " thereby condemning all the children to death. Her character kept changing, & I realize partly because she is really too old for Neverland.

​I think the biggest problem with her arc is that she didn't actually grow much at all. This is gonna go a bit into film theory, but many years ago a famous film theorist narrowed popular narrative structure to 15 beats. And almost every story ever fits his beat sheet damn well, humans just like stories that follow this path more or less.

One of the beats is called 'theme stated' where a character (often the protagonist) will clearly state aloud or objectively show the audience the theme of the narrative. For me, that beat was Wendy saying "well what if I don't want *your* life?" and then throughout the film we get hints that she will be choosig her own way rather than what anyone else has laid out for her. But then it all just falls flat.

She essentially becomes a mirror for the wants of others. The lost boys and Peter insist that Hook is evil so she is derisive and cruel to him, which really spits in the face of finding her own way because in the brig that would have been a key moment for her realising and learning that people are not generally made in a vaccum, they are the sum of every experience in their lives, which would have also played in to her understanding her mother and why she was the way she is.

And that falls even more flat when we see Wendy choosing to live the life her mother had planned out for her because we were never really shown why or how that became her choice or why her mind changed. And actually it gives me somewhat classis vibes, cos growing up wrong = Hook, lost at sea, alone, raised by pirates, a hard fricking life, but growing up right = going off to a fancy boarding school, nice clothes, experiences one only gets through wealth. I mean that attitude definitely fits the Edwardian mindset, but does it really fit the 'theme stated' beat and everything we had been led to feel about the character until that point? hell nah. Essentially Wendy's arc leads her exactly where her mother wanted her to be, playing the good daughter, following a specific path with no sign that those desires actually came from *herself*

[grapecaseschoices]

hi!! if your still doing the character design asks i was thinking cut + clothes and any oc of your choosing !! 🥀☺️

Thanks for the ask, @thedeadthree! I'm [almost] always down for still doing old asks ... as long as I can find the questions! And these are taken from here.

I shall do Kendis because they're known best and I know them best lmao. I'll probably focus on twc / og Kendis here, unless it's like fantasy stuff where it will be Kendis Lateth [my exile Kendis. Or maybe both if I'm feeling fancy]. Some of these probably fit Keeper Kendis [their style is more colorful than their older versions], but I don't know if I will include them as much --- after all that's TOO many Kendises!!

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

Kendis loves jimmie jams. I actually did Kendis in a sleepover once for RP, so I definitely have outfits selected. Kendis likes cute and goofy. But they're also a big longish johnish person [probably a lot of plaid in their dresser.] They have favorite styles [see below] but I don't think favorite pair exactly. They tend to prefer shorts, either shirt or pants. I don't see Kendis liking to be TOO overheated [they also run hot]. But definitely not a birthday suit type.

[I feel exile!Kendis has some historical fantasy version of the first. To Vethna's horror. The only time they and Sabir agree is the desire to burn Kendis' sleepwear. Kendis like 'why are you in my undies drawer you weirdos']

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

The only similar thing Kendis wears is PANTS. I think I've said Kendis hasn't worn a skirt/dress since they were 7 [the only exception being parent!Kendises for Halloween, per their bitty ones requests]

This girl always over dresses. If you ask Kendis 'Google 👏🏽 Earth 👏🏽 Always 👏🏽 Taking 👏🏽 Pictures 👏🏽.] It is more of a matter of where Kendis is going to say 'normal day'. Our normal day isn't their normal day, because they dress up for work or school or just drinks lmao. It is hard for me to decide a casual Kendis day outfit, I remember I had to once and it was like???

But here are a couple of fits I had selected for 'Kendis running to the library at night to pick up books'

Kendis loves patterns [plaid especially but just shirts with designs, like so <- what i like to call italian uncle who owns a pizza joint/bowling alley chic] and overalls. And 'boss bitch'/'what's wrong with being confident' type looks. They often default afro and hoop earrings. And these picrews have some of my fave 'everday Kendis' looks: here, here, and here. After afro, space buns is one of my most fave looks on them.

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

Do they like dressing up. DO THEY LIKE DRESSING UP. PLEASE. Um. Yes. Kendis loves any excuse to fashion it up. I don't know if they have different LOOKs for different occasions [it is often a type of suit] but so much of intensity of style varies per occasion.

As stated above, Kendis formal look is usually a suit [one of my fave looks I did on picrew]. But sometimes it's a jumpsuit or a sweater or wte. She loves patterns and colors [as I'm sure is obvious]. Usually floral patterns as well as bold or jewel told colors. They love gold and red. That's their signature.

Kendis really plays around with futch. I've seen they're more androg/masc leaning but they really like their blatantly 'fem' colors and styles.

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up

So, I understand the 'day' question. And put informal lazy-day looks there. But because I don't feel like cping it all here. I'll just reorder the questions.

So this is more day to day Kendis. Like less running out for the groceries and/lounging in la casa fits. And more I'm OUT but not out day fits. Or just out and casually hanging with friends.

It honestly isn't TOO different from the 'informal' looks. Maybe just a touch less casual?

The below though are 'day' fits but like more going some place [though honestly Kendis crosses depending on the vibe of WHERE they are going. The right is definitely more like 'office party at a bar fit' but it's like a 'regular' type fit, even tho more focused on going out.]

outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

I don't think I have outerwear looks for Kendis. Kendis tends to run hot, lmao. I feel Kendis probably a jacket person. Or a short coat. I feel their suit jackets serve enough. I tthink Kendis might like puffy coats, even if they might be a bit of a sauna. Because they're cute!

Like this woudl suffice as a coat! [ofc Kendis would have something beneath this]:

I THINK Kendis Lateth would love one of those short fantasy cloaks.

They're [cute] and unlikely to get in the way! I feel they would wear high enough boots and warm enough pants that it wouldn't be an issue.

footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?

I was almost like I don't know this question. But that is untrue. Kendis loves heels. And Kendis likes heeled boots.

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

So many questions in this section, I'm tempted to just cut stop answering these. It's not you! I just have such a bad attention span but also feel like i have to finished these in one go.

But alas, we continue!

I think for modern Kendis it is with the informal fits. For the Exile Kendis, obviously it used to be high quality equipment but now they make do. I think KL does what KCL does when they want fancy/fancy looking stuff but can't afford it. They get either from someone lesser known or they get second hand [tho I feel for KL it might be more of a pride issue NOT to get second-hand given the past. Or maybe less pride and more stubbornness.]

I can see something like this or this. Casual but still you know 'elevated', lmao. It also depends WHERE they're on the road to!

I really like this but the pants are kinda TOO full!!

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

The white wolf armor is described in the story. I'm copping out for this one. LMAO.

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

modern!Kendis will hit you broadside with their bat. There was also once they had to fight in a gladiator sphere [more than once] and Kendis would use like brass-knuckle type weapons. Daggers were another. But I think the preferred for that type of scene was that sorta pickaxe type weapon:

Usually, though, Kendis doesn't like violence. So it's the bats. Better to knock you out than to kill you. Plus bats work great in instill fear and destroying people's property. Kendis can also use a gun but it's not a preference. TWC Kendis a hand gun, of course. OG Kendis more of a shotgun sort.

The exile Kendis: I don't remember which weapons I said they used but it is probably something they can bludgeon people with or daggers. I feel I PROBABLY went with the first bc daggers are more Xhyera's bit.

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

Kendis fits are often taken from like baddie and stud looks. They also really like 1940s looks. They probably would shop at a dapper queer store or something. There are others but I blank right now.

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

I don't think I've ever considered that for Kendis.

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Pretty big. Kendis is also, they got a well paying job, saved a lot to splurge. They also, as stated above, would shop second-hand. Kendis LOVES shopping and they have an eye for pieces. And it doesn't hurt that they do like vintage. They aren't bad at repairing as needed but that wasn't their strength. Sales and sniffing out affordable stores is.

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes I just reach a point thinking about cats where really all I want to do is proclaim to the world how much I wholly sincerely love and appreciate all cats... like idk why I just get the overwhelming impulse like “I have to tell someone.... someone hAS to know this... this is SO important.. HO W cAN i further express my admiration for cats... what street corner can i loudly scream about this on??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”,, if I ever reach a state where i loose the function of my impulse control I’m going to start calling random relatives weekly just to remind them like ‘hey, it’s me again.. EXTREMELY important news... I just, need you to know that, I love cats... I love them so gourd damned much’

[as-i-watch]

Straw Hats as Fashion Trends that makes me go insane*

*you can wear whatever want to express yourself or whatever you like idc. What i hate if when brands™ overprice shit bc is "trendy" or set stupid trends like these. Seriously, dont look up the price of some of these

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. Enjoy!

Detachable Shorts

Of course this feature was a need in the trouser world, think about the people with hot knees

I think it would be funny if Luffy wore this and undo the buckles to get into fight mode. The trouser equivalent of putting down the straps in your crocs.

Tits Out. [period]

Your arms are always cold? Hate vests? Well this is for you!

Still, i think this is so fitting for Zoro, we respect our tits out king and adds a little bit of himbo energy i appreciate.

Oda draws weird shit like this all the time

Yes this item was for sale and not on etsy. Why? beats me but here we are

I think its a nice refference to pre timeskip Nami outfits, but it actually fits into the post timeskip fanservice theme. I seriously see Nami wearing that.

Cool but why

Its a cool recycling project but im not even going to talk why brands selling these upset me.

I think i would be a fitting addition to Usopp's funky hats collection. Not only he would pull it off, he would steal the desing and make one himself like the king he is.

Pretty but WHYYY

I really like the effect and sawing this fabric is hard af but is more of a texture thing for me. Also my little practical self is screaming at this gloves but i see the aesthetic pleasing side i guess

So naturally i gave the gay gloves to Sanji. Tell you you cant picture him wearing these with his WCI white suit, come on do it, lie to me.

A classic we love to hate

Not you Chopper you are a delight. Im talking about the clear plastic backpacks. In case you missed thia trend, the issues with this are as clear as the bag itself.

So naturally, bc he always carries one, i gave the backpack to Chopper. Hope he fills it with colorful candy

I have vivid memories of this being a thing at some point

This are more of a pre timeskip item since they are from mis 2000's but yeah. They are useless, impractical and they offend me

Yet, i think Robin could've feature a look in a filler or something with these...anklets? I guess? Not the most far fetched imo

Cut and pin.

Not an issue of looks but of pricing. This are cute little tops but overpriced af, they just cut it and pin it.

Nevertheless, they scream Franky to me. They even kinda follow Franky's own stiches on his chest lmao

At a lost for words

I just dont get it. This is not a price thing, just a ok but why? thing.

If someone can do weird shit and get away with it is Brook and i love him for it. He could show up one day at Sunny wearing his coat backward and i wouldnt question it. I imagine him wearing that as a fancy look in a movie. He already wears high heels on the reg, and idk why but i know he has a pair of fishnets.

This fuck me up to this day

I dont mind the ilusion drawing idea, but seeing a whole rack of these in a sleep deprived state kinda fucks up your mind. I dont think it was a clever trend for clothes tho and im glad it died away.

I dont think Jinbe would wear the shirt, but hear me out. His kimono but in that stile, custom made. One day Usopp, Chopper and Luffy will paint it in and is going to be hilarious to see Jinbe walking around like a Father that let his kids do his hair and nails.

You can find more idiot post like this in my tag #straw hats as i make no promise of quality but i have fun

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Karl Heisenberg Headcanons: Maid!Reader getting him something for his Birthday

Content/Warnings: Secretly soft Heisenberg, Basically both of them are a bit Trundere idk

Heisenberg has never really celebrated his birthday other than by treating himself to a bottle of his favorite Scotch from the Duke

Sometimes he even missed it himself as he worked on some particularly interesting project and just spend the whole day in his workshop

Since you were there you reminded him of these kinda things- it wasn't like there were a lot of days to celebrate around here but if there was you would be there to tell him about it

The only thing he forgot to mention was his birthday, and it ended up being quite difficult to find out

You didn't even bother to ask him because you knew your Master well, he would probably brush you off with a cocky comment and then get back to work

It was silly, and he probably wouldn't even care for any gifts but.. you really wanted to give him something

But you would never admit to all the effort you put into finding out when his Birthday was, because you didn't want him to know how much you secretly cared for Heisenberg

You were afraid that if he found out you would be exposed to ridicule, that he would think you were silly for feeling this way

It was much more comfortable to pretend that the way you looked out for him and took interest in the things he did wasn't such a big deal

So you went on subtle- casually happening to make his favorite meal that day and absolutely unintentionally putting on some garlands

Y'now.. like an accident

He was out to another family meeting which gave you enough time to prepare and when he came back..

"Why are you smiling like that?" He cocked his brows, already starting to feel that something was in the air

He actually got to read your expressions really well over time.. which he would deny if you asked him, but he could see that something was up just by looking in your eyes

"And what's behind your back?" He tilted his head to get a look behind your back but your moved to keep it hidden and nodded for him to follow

"If you come with me you will find out" You almost blushed, weren't you being too obvious?

Usually you would very rarely dare to be so cocky with him, and he wouldn't have any patience with that kind of behavior usually..

But it was just different with you, you could get away with something like that

So he smirked curiously and followed after you, keeping eye contact with you as you walked backwards so he wouldn't see the gift

You smiled at each other, and you nearly backed up against a wall because you kept on looking at him

He then entered his workshop to find it decorated with all of the modest party items that the Duke had to offer

They weren't super fancy, probably used even, but they were for him and this really managed to make his smile fall

Heisenberg looked around and it hit him- today was his Birthday

And you.. did this for him??

He looked back at you, and you shyly now presented him a gift wrapped in some cloths, improvising some wire from his workshop to pose as a gift ribbon

"Happy Birthday"

He swallowed hard, glad to wear his shades right now as he couldn't even think of anything sarcastic to say

So he just took the gift and unwrapped it, inside were a pair of new gloves

His old ones were dirty with oil, ripped at some points from working with them even so you though he might like new ones

"And you even know my Birthday better than me huh?" He joked, because he just had to say something

He tried them on and they fit perfectly and were pretty comfortable at that- how much of your salary did you spend on this??

Then he looked over to see you even made his favorite dish, it was like this all wasn't even true

He truly didn't remember when anyone used to care about this day, and when did someone last even give him a present?

Was this because you were kind and just not as fucked up as the rest of them, or did you do this because you could even stand him a bit?

Heisenberg went to the plate with the food, and usually he would have just not bothered and grabbed some of it- but this time he actually put off his new gloves to not get them dirty

"I'm not that hungry," he started, and just as disappointment was about to settle in with you he said, "We should share"

Your face lit up, it felt like.. he joined you to celebrate together

You carefully sat down next to him, getting some of that food

Then you felt how his hand came to your head, running through your hair before gently pressing you towards him

You inhaled his scent more intensely than ever before as he pressed a quick kiss to your head and let go of you again

"Thanks Y/n" He kept it short, audibly removed as much emotion as possible from these two words but you could tell that he meant it

That this did mean something to him

"So when's your Birthday by the way?"

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