#just diffrent hair colour

[thg-rcg-simps]

Somebody saw Mithra from Xenoblade and thought "Let's copy paste that into my game! But make her have dark hair otherwise it would be too obvious. Also keep the name. Nobody will notice!"

(Art doesn't belong to me)

Also no, I don't get Food Fantasy one bit, I'm simply clicking buttons and am massively overwhelmed with pretty much everything, but the art looks super pretty, so I keep going lol

-RikkaCatGirl (Okami Imōto-chan)

[blimgus]

WHB SLEEPOVER SERIES -GEHENNA VER.

Hey guysss blimgus here

guys guys listen i've got an idea.

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Imagine spending your sweet time in Gehenna. Peaceful slow time in the capital passes with the occasional random explosions in the background. However, when the night comes it's time to head back to Satan's castle for a rest. But due to some devils fighting over your attention with each other, you decide that organizing a big sleepover would solve the problem!

By bribing Ppyong with some chocolate you get the necesarry stuff you needed from Minhyeok's room. You grab the definitly too big bag from the tiny Red Lump Devil and hand over his reward.You check the contents of it,while Ppyong stuffs a bunch of ferreros in his mouth.

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Satan

○ pretty chill about organising a sleepover, tells you that's a good way to boost morale

○ tbh i imagine he'll pick a classic white tank top and some heart boxer briefs xD

○ imagine having a casual romantic talk with him while cooking marshmallows over a burning toaster

○ he's totally up to play some games and have fun with you ( and his subordinates)

○ causes a massive pillow fight to unleash, anihilates most of the others(don't worry he'll go easy on you, but you will not escape your fate *yeets a pillow*)

○ however true chaos starts when you introduce him to Mario Kart

○ oh God I have the absolutely cursed idea. Like imagine playing Mario Kart with him as a foreplay later (gfhsjsbsb)

○when the time to sleep comes he'll flop down on the huge bed like some kind of a log

○ yeah you wake up to grab some water or go piss and have a Satan jumpscare bc either he sleeps with his eyes open (which totally glow in the dark believe me) or he just pretends to be asleep and we will never know the truth

Sitri

○ahhh Sitri my baby

○ like he's totally rocking the leopard print luxury pyjamas bc like that's so Sitri-coded

○he'll spend most of the with his tea on the sofa.The only person allowed to sit next to him is you, just so he can listen to your heartbeat a bit better ~♡

○ paint his nails, paint his nails

○ i totally see Sitri sitting with you in the kitchen, blind testing some awful convenience store tea and listening to him shit talking the diffrent brands while offering you to try some REAL tea (we all know how it may end)

○ when the places for everyone to sleep were decided, he got kinda fussy bc he was somehow expelled from the bed

○ baby got angy, but at least he gets to calmly listen to your heartbeat when you sleep...

Paimon

○ PAIMON PAIMON YAS QUEEN

○ No.1 sleepover fan

○ Literally teleported to you when he heard you say the word ,,sleepover "

○ Literally girls night , painting nails, eating snacks, doing each others hairrrr, playing dress-up

○ totally into watching Barbie movies, especially the Old ones, or some shitty romcoms

○ came up with the idea of organising a Just Dance tournament to decide who gets to sleep next to you,

○ offers you to help you clean off your make up before sleeping to get alone with you for a while

○ good night smooches from Paimon♡

Leraye

○ Golden retriever energyyyy

○ he would probably wear a kigurumi, or some cute long sleeved pyjamas with a teddy bear pattern

○ gets destroyed at Mario Kart oof

○ tbh I headcanon that the whole pillow fight started bc he accidentaly sniped Satan with a pillow from across the room.

○*insert boss battle music*

○ *insert the sounds of gunshots and screams*

○ all Hell breaking loose

○ also he gets really invested in the Barbie movie's story???

○at the end of the day, he goes to sleep with one of satan's decapitated plushie~

Belial

○Happily agrees to joining the party!...*insert jjyu cursing*

○ he comes wearing matching dark read top and bottom, ngl the colour matches his hair highlights nicely

○ also Jjyu is here with a tiny night cap

○Belial seems like that one person who comes to the party to share some banger music they found on Spootify

○ ya know some small talk with himm while the musics plays in the background

○ some time later puts Jjyu in time out bc he got a little out of control

○ in order to keep chatting with him without straining his voice, you decide to whisper to each others ears

○ so romantic

Zagan

○ Most of the time he just keep to himself. Don't worry he's enjoying himself, just not too good with talking.

○honestly i think he'll wear a black tank top and some totally normal pants. Idk he just seems like the neutral clothing type of guy to me.

○Tries to learn some Mario Kart. I mean he still ends on a higher place in the races than Leraye due to everyone """accidentaly""" targeting him.

○ Have you wondered who won the Just Dance tournament?

○Yeah, it was Zagan.

○ He absolutely destroyed Paimon and Sitri, much to their dismay.

○ Now he gets to sleep next to you!

○ Don't worry we keeping this situation "non-horni" so no naughty stuff or smth

○sooo he just lays there with you on his right side and on the left... there's a drooling and snoring Leraye.

Astaroth

○ honestly nobody expected him to actually show up

○but heyyy he and his snake are here!!

○ totally wears the darkest coloured robe and some classy black fluff slippers

○ kitchen talk with you, him and Sitri so real

○ low pitched chuckle coming from him when he sees you goofing around with others

○he loves hearing your laugh

○ agrees to tell you a bedtime story as long as you'll promise him to repay the favour later~

○ he spends the night on the armchair, his snake chilling on his shoulders, while he reads a book he brought to the party

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Paying my respects to people writing fanfics, bc it takes a lot of dedication to push out that many words and not go bonkers...

First time writing anything like that on this site, English grammar defeated me here.

Hope you like it!

-blimgus out

[sirenmoth]

Monster Mash - Werewolf + Orc

CW: spit roasting, knotting, face fucking, rough oral sex, blowjob, hair pulling, mentions of cum eating, doggy style, bruises, knot, dry humping?. degradation, scent marking, scent marking via cum, mentions of animal death, mentions of somophilia, breeding, overstimulation, cockwarming, bite marks, threesome - F/M/M

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After what felt like hours, hours of blissful slumber, you groggly rolled over only to bury yourself into something soft and hairy, that was a quick indicator you were somewhere new, likely carried by the Satyr or retrieved from the hut by one of your partners while you slept. Trying to piece togther where based off your surroundings without opening your eyes, sleep still heavyily evident on your mind.

The faint sticky feeling of something wet is between your thighs, at first you think it's left over cum, but quickly notice it hasn't got the same gooy texture, it's not cum but spit. Opening your eyes to find yourself surroned in a sea of blankets and pillows, a very familair set of blankets and pillows, surroned in the soft furs and pelts covered nest beloging to your werewolf mate. The blankets and pillows, furs and pelts secured aeound you in a small wall, just high enough to stop you accidenlty rolling out in your sleep. The same woolen blanket you were wearing pior, the one with dyed strands of light blues and dusty pinks, sea greens and royal purples, sunset reds and oranges that blended togther into the blackened wool, creating the image of a nebula start cluster, draped over you seamlessly, the fluffy wool a welcoming feeling to your still bare body.

You asked your Werewolf mate to help you make the nest after a long and difficult rut, where your knees were bruised, sore and bloody from being bent over and dragged over the hardwood floor, helf in position for hours as you took his knot over and over. He was more than happy to help and provide you with the best nest possible, upset with himself your intimate moments left you with injured and in pain.

So he came back with diffrent blankets and duvets, quilts and pillows of diffrent sizes and shapes, textures and colours. The fur and pelts of animals he had hunted and killed, sometimes you'd receive the whole thing, comletly intact and still warm. Your Orc partner was more than happy take care of your Werewolfs kills, you added whatever fur or pelt to the nest pile, the rest went to that nights dinner and the Vampire. The Orc also added a few thigs he brought from his travles, sicne the two of them were more than happy to share you than the others, more willing to tag team you to render you brainless and sweaty pile of crumpled flesh laying in the middle of the nest by the time they were done, overstimulted and unable to move a single limb.

Turning over in the equivalent of an oversized california queen bed, you strech, allowing your limbs to gain some relief, hearing your joints click and pop as you do, the movements stirred the sleeping pile of fur nest to you, flufft pointy ears perked up at the sound of you waking, tail wagging in joy.

Reaching over to pet your oversized puppy, you're met with immediate face lick once your had made contact with the Werewolfs fur, feeling the way his tails swishing back and forth against your leg, you hiked it up and on to his hip, trying to get as close to his warm body as possible. You feel the Werewolf press his muzzle against your head, resting it onit as he wrapped you in his arms. He was always a cuddly one, loved physical affection and having you close, he was a giant puppy and loved being called as such.

He rolls over, pinning you under his weight, you readjrest you had to behind his head to countine scarcting. The Werewolds hind legs starts kicking at your movements, effectivley casuing himself to hump agaisnt you, his cock slowly starts poking out its sheath. Whimpers and soft moans echo from the nest throughout the room and into the hallway, as you continue to scratch he continue to hump, his emerging cock hitting your clit in all the right places.

With his tail wagging and leg violently thumping, it was creating the prefect rhythm to get you wet and needy, you start to grind your hips in time with the Werewolfs humps, barely audibale moan into his ear, fingernails still scraching away behind it. Smiling as your Werewolf mate starts to lick your face again, then your neck, then starts to nip at your skin like a teething puppy testing out a new toy.

Suddenly, you're flippe over, your knee digging into the soft floor of the nest, your mate now grinding against your ass, front legs pressing down onto your shoulder to get you into his favrioute postion to breed you, face down and ass up, your face turned to the side to look at him over your shoulder. Locking eyes with the Werewolf, you can see the fiery lust burning in his eyes, his mount upturned into a snarl to expose his canine teeth, the Werewolfs cock slips between your thighs as he mindlessly and wildly humps away. Bouncing you agaisnt his dick like a peronal, living fleshlight.

You're both so caught up in the throes of pleasure you fail to realsie the door to the shared room opening and heavy footsteps walking through the doorway, it wasn't until a large and pale green littered in battlescars grips your chin, carassing it as it makes you look up. Your orc, back early from his travels. "Can't leave you two alone, can I now?" He mocks, watching you try to swallow your moans in shame at being caught, violently being thrusted forward by the momentum of being grinded and humped by the large, hairy beast beind you.

"Can't help it," the Werewolf whines, stopping his movements momentarily to grab his cock and guide it into your dripping hole, slipping his swollen and aching into your cunt, barely getting more than two inches in before he starts back up, pounding away with abandon, not even pulling out before pushing back out, effectively rutting into you like a wild, rabid dog in heat, his knot hitting your cunt over and over, his low hanging sack swinging wildly, occasionally slap against your clit, sending shockwaves through each time they made contact.

You can barely get any words out, choking on your own moans and spit, the Orc still has hold of your chin, watching as you go cross-eyed each time your mate hits that sweet spot inside you, droll runs down your chin. The Orc laughs, pulling you up by your chin as, forcing you into your hands, squishing your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, bringing you towards the barely hidden bulge behind the animal pelt loincloth.

The Orc runs your face along his concealed dick, humping in opposite tandem to the Werewolf behind you, watching you try and suck his fat cock over the cloth. "Aw, does our little mate want my massive Orc dick down their throat?" The Orc mocks, "such a whore for us, a pathetic human wasn't enough to satisfy your dumb needs so you slut yourself out to us." One hand pulls you away while the other moves the loincloth, exposing the leaking tip, to which you immediately try and lick, only to be stopped.

"Gone dumb on monster cock already, you've already forgotten your manners. What do we say, whore?" The Orc sneers down at you.

"Please, can I suck your cock?" You reply, staring up with doe-eyes.

A loud sign before your shoved down the girthy, slightly darker green member, choking as it quickly hits the back of your throat. The Orcs runs his fingers through your hair before sharply pulling, guiding you up and down with little effort as your thrust forward, taking more of his dick anyway by the pussy-drunk Werewolf fucking himself dumb on you. A loud growl rings out, claws digging into your hips in the same locations as the Satry did, only then did you remember about the puropsly brusies he left behind for the others to find.

Back and forth, back and forth. Always stuffed full as both monster boyfriends barley left the respective holes they claimed, tears ran down your face from the tight sensation on your scalp in the Orcs grips and his cock abusing your throat, the Werewolf abusing your inside with rapid thrusts, claws finding prurchase on your hips to pound int your harder, like its the last thing he'll do, his pelvis hits your ass, still sore and red from your hime with your goat-hoafed lover. Spit an pre drips down your lips and on to the plush bedding of the nest below, muffled screams and moans get caught in your throat as you gag, your mind trying to comprehend what's happening.

"Such a pathethic cockwhore," The Orc laughs, "Letting us fuck you whenever and whereever we please, you like being a cumslut, don't you?" He laughs, "Our useless cumslut." He knows you can't reply and finds joy in that while the Werewolf bruises your hips further with his hands and claws and ass his with pelivs from the excess and rapid movements, chasing his own pleasure first. Your orgasm crashes into you, when did it make an apperance? You shake and squirm as best as you can in your death-grip like hold as your climax washes over you.

Time goes past, how long as it been? More orgams are rung out of you until the bedding is soaked in your slick, knees burn from the friction of being pulled between the two cocks, troat and pussy soar. Still implied on your mates cocks, the Orc shoves your head down as far as you'll go, grinding agasint your face, nose pressed agasint his pelvis, spilling his warm seed down your asosthagus, forcing you to swallow al of it, some esacping through the corners of your mouth and run down your chin, your Orc scoops it up with his thick fingers and wipes it on your face and in your hair. The Werewolf wasn't far behind, howling loud enough to lightly shake the room as with one final hard thrust, his knot breaches your gummy walls as he bites down on the already placed mate-mark on your jugualr, belly slightly bulging from the excuess of cum, the Orc does the same thing, scooping up what spills out and smear the Werewolfs cum over your sweaty and brusied body.

You lay there trying to catch your bearings, head on your Orc lovers thigh and hair mattered, your breath fans over his softened cock, the other one still deep inside you, each time you clean you can feel the thick knot throb from stimulation, still buried deep, forcing you to warm his still hard cock. The two monsters chat ideally above you, the Orc running his fingers mindlessy through your hair, now lovingly detangleing it with his calous fingers as the Werewolf rests his chin between your shoulder blades, tired and catching his breath from the previous activities but not tired enough to sleep and you know once that knot goes down, their both going to want a round two.

So you lay there, warming your Werewolfs mates cock, eyes closed as you breathe in the scent of your Orc partner. A few minutes nap sounds lovely, even if their both gearing up again, the cock inside you twiches and the one in front stards to stand at attenton. Well, it wouldn't be the first time they've used you in your sleep.

[silken-moonlight]

Ok but my mind is plagued by following scenario:

Ascended Astarion and Spawn Tav. Both able to enjoy the sun. Astarion becoming caught up in his fantasy of being this dark Lord of Baldurs Gate. Everything had to fit his plan. From the clothes he wears to how the rooms are decorated to the littlest Details.

However: You have one room for your own, its completly diffrent. In soft colours of white and beige. The clothes you wear are clothes that you like and mostly in the same soft colours.

Astarion had never bothered to look inside that room, it never occured to him that you wanted something diffrent.

But then he can't find you. In the middle of the day when he feels like falling, one of those rare moments when he feels so lost and alone....He searches until he finds you. Gently opening the door to the sunfilled room. You wear one of those white robes he forbid you to wear. Laying on your daybed with a book, not even noticing him. The picture, so harmonic how your hair catches the light. How you glow, how warm you must feel to his hands. How your scent fills him and how the oeace in your aura calms his mind for a moment.

How much he remebers how diffrent you are from him, how he wants to go back in that moment when he wasn't ascended and it was just you and him. Books, sun and laughter and so much love.

He shuts the door and walks away. After all he ascended so he can give you more from life. He had no time anymore to dwell in the past.

[nattblacklupin]

Not so secret

Pairing: High lord! Eris x fem! Reader

Summary: Your secret relationship with Eris turns out to not be so secret

Warnings: people judging, slightly suggestive but no smut, kissing in room full of people, very short one shot

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You watched him across the room, standing next to your brothers throne like proud princess of the night court.

Your loyalty for your court runs deep, being teached that your court is the most important thing in your life since childhood. Yet you couldn't stop the feelings you had while looking at the high lord of autumn court, your mate.

His red hair were put in braid that you braided yourself before you had to leave to get ready yourself. His golden leaf crown used just for balls in other courts sat like beautiful contrast against the red on his head. His clothes in autumn colours perfectly hugged his body, and you couldn't help the memories of previous night that came to your mind - already planning on sneaking out tonight to repeat them.

"You're drooling little fox," you automatically wiped your mouth from the words of your mate. Upon noticing that there wasn't anything you sent a playful angry glare towards the male, "very cruel of you high lord," you could see small smile making way to his face and couldn't help but smile yourself.

This didn't go unnoticed by the shadowsinger who was standing next to you. "What are you smiling at?" You quickly and without thinking responded. "Nothing, don't worry, your shadows about it, Az." He leaned towards you, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "Nothing you say, like Eris isn't sending daggers at me with his eyes." Your eyes shifted from your friend to your mate.

Azriel wasn't lying, Eris had look on his face that could bring enemies to their knees, and yet it made you clench your thighs in diffrent way.

"Please go to him before he kills Azriel or does something worse." Maybe your secret relationship isn't that secret - at least it seems that everyone knows about you and Eris. "You fuck each other with your eyes every time you're in the same room. Just please go to him and spare us of this." You looked at your brother, and in silent thank you nodded at him.

Then you spun on your heel and, with confident steps, started walking towards your mate. Everyone turned their heads, shooting you confused looks. Even Eris looked at you, his eyes showing emotions that only you could read.

Now that you're standing in front of him with all eyes on you, the confidence you had slowly disappears. Before you could turn around and run, Eris cups your cheek in one hand while the other finds the back of your head. His lips soon on yours in kiss that shows that you two belong together.

The high lord of autumn with the princess of the night. His father is probably tossing around in his grave at that thought. Most of the autumn court officials are ready to give him a piece of their opinion on this. Yet Eris didn't care. He only cared about you - and his hounds, but that thought didn't even come up to him with your lips on his. You two were panting heavily, still looking in each others eyes. His forehead on yours in intimate gesture.

Horrified looks from everyone in the room, but he's only looking at you. While loudly and proudly declaring in front of everyone.

"My high lady"

[hirik0]

Back to you part 2

part 1

Makarov/Yuri

Makarov worked through the whole night with a peacefully sleeping Yuri right next to him. He can't look away till he feels happiness spreading through his body, causing a strange feeling in his stomach. He brings his laptop back to the office before he goes in the Gym to start his morning routine. Trying very hard not to think about the sleeping Yuri in his bed and how that make him feel and telling himself that this is a one time think and it don't means anything. A voice in his head is wispering bi panic sounding oddly familiar. Triggering a very old memory from back in university.

"For someone that is straight you're looking very jealous at Yuri and his boyfriend", Milena says while standing next to him looking at the dance floor of the party in some fellow students home party room. "I'm not jealous, I just hate Jack that's a diffrent", Makarov hisses back, giving her a angry side eye. "So you didn't had a bi panic the other day at the lake over Yuri in swim wear?", Milena ask him not convinced by his explanation. Answering the side eye with a dont bullshit me look "I did not", Makarov answers her angry, he's not bi he like woman and if he pays a bit more attention to the eye colour now, than that's nobody's business but his.

He pushes the punshing back a bit harder then he needs. Hating that Milena was right all this eyars ago, that he had a 'bi panic' over Yuri back then and is having a revival now. He's not panicking, because there is nothing to panic about, because he is not bi and if he would be he was not intressted in his former best friend. Not now and not back in University. He is just happy to get Yuri back in his life nothing more. Deep down he knows hes lying to himself, but he pushes this thought down so deep it will never reappear.

Yuri wakes up when a wet piece of fabric is landing on his face. What the fuck, is going on. The first think he realises when he removes the towle from his face is that he is not in his own bedroom. His eyes end up on a nearly nacked Makarov. Freshly showered, water drops running down the muscular and tattooed back. Oh, oh no, what happened yesterday? Makarov disapers in to a walk in closet and Yuri is trying to not lose his shit. He looks down himself being still fully dressed, good, that's good right? Maybe it would have been better if he would have had sex with Makarov, because he remebers crying his eyes out in Makarovs office, more specificly against Makraovs chest. Yuri wants to disappear this is embarrassing. "Ah, you're awake", Makarov says when reapers from the closet, his very expensive looking button up still open giving Yuri a good look of his muscular tattooed chest. Yuri has the feeling that this picture is trying to burn itself to the inside eyes, Makarov looking a bit tired, hair still weat from his shower, still not fully dressed. A wet dream or in Yuris case a nightmare. "Yes", Yuri stammers our trying to keep on the last droplet of dignity. Trying to explain his reaction with the fact that he has a quite long dry spell and Makarov is atractive and Yuri is still half asleep. His eyes clued to Makarovs fingers slowly closing his dress shirt, hating how its runing his sight on Makarovs nacked chest. Makarov trys his best to not over analyse Yuris reaction, having to push down his thoughts again. He cant help the satifcation that is flodding him, how Yuri can't take his eyes of him. He is flaterd by Yuris unapologetic ogeling and Yuri in his bed, dangerous image. "Breakfast?", Makarov asks having to do something before he needs another shower. "You can cook? When we meet you could barely use a microwave", Yuri says confused, if Makarov wants to kill him, he could atleast have mercy and not do it with what ever he claims to be 'cooking'. "Yes, I can cook by now. If I cook myself I can't get posinent this way", Makarov explains rolling his eyes, things changed in the last 5 years, the other could really show some more trust. Yuri is unsure if he should say that he can eat something on the way back home, his stomach is not used to eat in his opinon bio weapon 'meals' Makraov made back in universety anymore. Yuri stands up from the bed streaching himself before following Makarov in the very mordern kitchen. That is only separate from the gigantic livingroom with a half wall that is used as a counter. "Still black coffee?", Makarov ask, while looking in the fridge. "Yes", Yuri answers trying not to look at Makarovs ass, the pants making this very hard. To save himself from another arkward situation he looks at Makarovs livingroom. A big black leather couch, a gigantic flat screen, some shelfs and a very big painting that look oddly familiar to Yuri.

He takes the coffee from the counter and again looks at the painting. "Something with wrong with the painting?", Makarov asks while cracking some eggs. "Is it from a French painter?", Yuri ask him, trying to get his mind if a nacked Makarov. "Don't know was a present from a buisness deal", Makarov answers shruging, he never spared a second glance at the painting since getting it. Yuri slips down the barstool he sat in to get a closer look at the painting and oh the painting is from the French painter he thought of, should he tell Makarov? "So you are intressted in art know?", Makarov asks him from the kitchen, trying to find a way to keep Yuri ins his life this time. "No, was at a art gallery show casing this artist ones, that's why I asked. Must be one of her older works", Yuri explains hasty trying to find somethingelse to look at. "How do you know?", Makarov asks looking at the painting seeing nothing but a nice landscape. "Oh, eh her eh more recent works are more eh complex I guess", Yuri stammers his vague answer, blushing a bit. "Yuri", Makarov says annoyed, clearly having picked up he's hiding something. Yuri drinks his coffee trying his hardest to ignore Makarov staring at him. "Yuri", Makarov repeats himself angry its just a painting whats to hide about it. "Yes?" Yuri fails to sound inoceny instead of stressed, very wasy for Makarovto pick up on. "Spit it out", the orders comes from the kitchen. "Eh.. Just look her up", Yuri trys to talk himself out of this he made it this far no need to risk to get killed over a stupid lewd painting. Makarov having even less patience for bullshit like this after working all night is throwing an apple at Yuri, hitting the back of Yuris head perfectly. Who rubs his head, before picking up apple from the floor, taking a big bit out of the fruite in a attempet it to stall time. "Yuri", Makarov growls as a last warning, sounding very sexy Yuris brain is registering. "It's just she's very famous for turning nude photography into landscape paintings", Yuri finally says, making Makarov nearly drop his cup of coffee. "What?", he asks into the room, while Yuri slowly moves back to the barstool. "You have hiden porn in your livingroom", Yuri says before biting in the apple again to not having to say more for a while. "You're joking right?", Makarov says holding a butter knife towards Yuri, who is just shaking his head. "I think I would know if porn would hang in my own fucking livingroom", Makarov tells him, nearly burning part of the breakfast, because hes distracted.

Yuri eats the appel shrugging and mentaly preparing to eat what Makarov is making. It at least smells eatable, but he thought that before and was sick for 3 days. "What do you do for work now?", Makraov asked before flipping the omlett. "Freelancer work, have a good reputation in IT", Yuri answers vaguely not ready to tell Makarov about his littel cyber crime buisness. The other man is shrugging at this fair point he would also not tell Yuri more details about his job. "You think the divorce will get over with fast?", Makarov asks, trying to get a feeling for when to ofer killing Jack and how much time he needs to lure Yuri back. "Forever", Yuri answers knowing Jack will only sign the papers when he has no other choice. "Want a permanent soultion?", Makarov asks, getting a laught from Yuri who probably is thinking this is a joke. "No, unhappy spouses are on the very top of the list of suspects for your permanent solution", Yuri answers amused, rolling his eyes as if Makarov would really kill Jack for him. "Well you dont even live in the same country anymore, how are you supost to do it?", Makarov points out, putting the omlett on a plate. "Hired someone of curse, you know with ties yo organised crime will be way to easy for the pigs to figure out", Yuri says rolling his eyes before he takes another sip of his coffee. "I think I know someone how would do it for free", Makarov says before making some fried eggs for Yuri. "Nothing is for free Vlad", Yuri tells him, especialy Makarov knows this all to well. "Okey a non money payment then", Makarov purrs, getting Yuri to blush again. Yuri is glad that Makrov shows mercy and gives him foot he can actually eat with out fear of getting food poisining. "God Yuri, my cooking was not that bad", Makarov coments Yuris inspection of the food, rolling his eyes. Yuri just gives him a very pointed look before eating the piece of egg on his forge. Makarovs phone is ringing saving Yuri from having to give a verbal answer. Makarov walks away towards his office to take the call and Yuri, bravely steals a bit of the omlett from his plate. And he now confidently say that egg dishes are something Makarov can actually cook by now.

Makarov returns a few minutes later clearly looking pisst at what ever the call was about. Yuri knows better then to ask, eats another appel. "So, you plan to return to the pit?", Makrov asks giving Yuri a deadly gaze when he notices part of his omlett is missing. "Oh common it was just the corner", Yuri defents himself knowing that Makarov hates sharing his food and you will die trying stealing some of his food, if he can stop you. "The pit", Makarov reminds him, letting Yuriget away with being a thief for now. "Could get hard with out a entery card", Yuri points out the obvious, what causes Makraov to slit something towards him. A credit card, that Yuri picks up and inspects carefull, realising this is not a credit card, but a VIP card for the pit and the more luxirous clubs Makraov likely owns, odd doppel use. Yuri plays with the card lost in thought. Giving Makarov the time to finish half of his breakfast in quite and peace. "Vlad?", Yuri suddenly asks sounding angry, getting a humm as answer. "Did you give me one of your whore cards?", Yuri asked him, the question lets Makrov drop the forge. Its not like that Yuri is wrong this is what the card is mainly used for, to get whores to hangout with him in the clubs, taking one home from time to time, but thats not why he is giving Yuri the card. He just wants to give Yuri a way back in and not to get Yuri in his bed. Liar, a small voice is wispering in his ear sounding like Milena. "I.. no...", Makrov stammers not even knowing what he should answer. Yuri finishes his coffee, slips down the barstool having a smirg on his face, clearly enjoying a speachless Makarov. "Well dont know what I expected from a guy that has porn hanging at this livingroom", Yuri says winking, putting the card in the back poket of his jeans and walks towards the exit. Makarov, fells his face turning warm if he would look in a mirror his could see how his cheeks are turning pink. "Its only a whore card if you give it back", he shouts after Yuri, stapping his omlett when he hears the door closing, Yuri didnt even gave him any reaction. "FUCK", Makarovs screams angrly, but Yuri took the card that must be a good sign.

[kingscourthouse]

This is a Ren Cinematic Universe moment

Did a quick update on my Ren designs. Note: King RenTheKing isn't included because I don't see him as someone separate from ren himself. Grimm (Demised RenBob) is my own mini au I guess? Don't really know what he would be, but I like to imagine him n Grim are a team in killin'.

If anyone cares, details on them below!

Base things on all of them: All of them have some sort of enchanted band on them with protection. If they were to remove it, they would just be some big dogs. (This way I get both Ren and dog Ren >:D)

Have you seen those glasses without the arms just pinch to your nose bridge? Yeah, they kinda need them. Dog ears lol.

They all have diffrent versions of Ren's facial hair. Obvi Grimm's is based on Renbob's and the others are based on Ren's. Example, Red still has the same shape of stubble like ren, but his is much thicker and a bit messier like his hair.

Their hand nails are all diffrent too if that counts.

Ren: Legit just basic Ren Diggity Dog. Pan flag colours on his ear peircings. Leg coverings are layers of leather that button in the back to keep them from being too damaged while working. Prot band is on his left arm. It's made of netherite so it can't be destroyed...unless he runs into a cactus. Very fluff, is a good boy.

Red (King): Still grey from the death games and curse, but has a bit of colour unlike the demised. His hair is much messier and a bit longer than Ren's. Ears are more pointed like a wolf. When Ren was King, Red made his crown and cape for him. Red still thinks he's better though. Slacks are tighter fit around his knees for movement. ROYAL BLUE BABY- Not a chestplate, but has gold plating around his neck and shoulder that holds his cape. Gold cuffs on his feet because he hated the lack of movement with full leg coverings. Gotta protec those toe beans. Cape is pinned to his sleeve so it moves with him. Very elegant. Prot band on his left hand is a gift from Martyn. Has his symbol so he may always protect his king in some form. Martyn also learned the hard way that Red's cape is basically a giant weighted blanket. How the hell does he carry that?!

(Ren) Bob: Sometimes the hermits call him Rob. Basically a Timmy/Jimmy situation. Again, just basic RenBob. Very flowy clothing. His necklace is a crystal gifted from Impulse back in season 6. He also has earrings made from Grian's feathers he'll wear. They tickle sometimes though, so it's not often. No leg protection. Wants to "Be connected to the world" or whatever he said. Most of his jewlry is wooden. The wooden earrings pull his ears down a bit, but he likes the floppy ears anyway. Prot band is wooden braclet on his right arm. He has a wide variety of goofy cardigans. The egg one is one of his favourites.

(Link to the actual cardigan if you want it)

Grim (Dog): Demised Ren. Kinda like the life games, he has a thirst for death. Maybe not as intense, but he'll sometimes be in a hunting mood. There are tallymarks on his arm are a count of how many he's killed. He's very grateful for the respawn system, he can play these games forever now! Loves very outgoing deaths. Explosions and fireworks are his favourite. NEVER TRUST HIM WITH A CROSSBOW. Prot band is a choker hidden by his hood. Died from fall damage. In death, he invent footwear better than featherfalling to keep him from perishing like that again. (Think long fall boots from Portal. They're shock absorbers.) Has a fear of heights, but he'll never admit that to you. Eyes may look like pure white, but you'll see his iris in a dark room. The iris and pupil glow white, the sclera don't. And yes, his glasses are the shape of coffins.

Grimm (Bob): Demised RenBob! (Rob???) Also gets the urge to kill but prefers not to. When he does, it is much quieter deaths like drowning or suffocation. Grimm prefers to follow around Grim and tend to the dead. Arranging graves, leave flowers, tag you with how you died, that's all him! Died by suffocation. Nobody knows how but Grim. Doesn't talk very much. The most you'll hear is him muttering prayers to the dead. Sometimes he'll also just say a single word and scare the daylights out of somebody. Prot band is a choker beneath his hood aswell. Eyes are just like Grim's; You won't see his iris, but it's there. May not have the weird cardigans like his counterpart, but a few hermits are a fan of his glasses. Tango loves the X glasses. Reminds him of cartoons!

That's all I can think of right now. Any questions? Feel free to ask!

(Suggest more silly cardigans for renbob and I might draw them)

[lonleylilli]

Some more rtc head-cannons!!! (Under the cut!!)

-> Constance has dyed her hair every colour of the rainbow at least once, but purple is her go-to and fav!!

-> Constance also stared dying her hair with Ricky after the cyclone

-> I’ve said it before, and I will say it again. Ocean has autism and adhd!!!!!!

-> adding onto this, Ocean has ear buds and ear defenders. She also has mini fidgets which are easily hidden which she uses a lot of the time to regulate herself

-> Noel and Ocean are actually really close.

-> like super close

-> Noel is one of the only ones able to calm Ocean down other than Penny and Constance

-> mischa is basically the choirs big brother

-> Ocean is basically the choirs little sister

-> mischa has anger issues.

-> Penny and Mischa are the ones in the choir who always get into fights

-> someone could look at these two wrong and they are getting detentions for causing fist fights

-> Mischa is more punching and Penny is more of a biting, scratching and ripping hair type though

-> Ricky and Noel will read cursed fan fics together

-> Ocean once got sick over reading **one line** in a fan fic

-> Constance and Ocean will braid each others hair

-> Ocean has naturally Curley hair and Constance taught her how to care for it

-> Ricky has an insane amount of discord friends

-> Ocean is badly alergic to cats

-> she’s also asthmatic

-> just think how chaotic choir sleeps are aswell. That should be a whole diffrent head cannon thing though

-> Ocean will blast music in her earphones

-> they all need to see a therapist istg

That’s it for now lol

[dereliction-if]

Hey Author i understand that you're quite busy so please answer this in your own time

Are there any physical characteristics which makes the races diffrent from eachother like are the Thao'Raq(mc's race) taller or do they have a slightly grayish skin tone then other races or are the characteristics more spiritual

thx in advance for answering im really excited for this IF

Hello there Anon, I am working on the Demo atm so this is actually just the mood I am in...setting all the little details... therefore, here we go with the physical characteristics: The Eirdimon:

Height: average body height with minor variations

Stature: rather delicate, skinny to lean, rarely moderately athletic

Skin: fair to pale colours, skin slightly see-through

Hair: straight to wavy structure, different shades of blonde, little body hair

Eye: different blue tones

Unique Traits: depending on condition blood- / magicflow can be seen through their skin

The Thao'Raq:

Height: varies between small and tall

Stature: varies, tendency to easily achieve strong / athletic build

Skin: all different colours and hues available - can change throughout life and adapt different ashen hues

Hair: all colours and structures possible

Eye: different shapes and colours possible

Unique Traits: Eye Colour changes depending on condition (+ other [redacted])

The Sertynan:

Height: tend to be rather tall

Stature: varies, depending on lifestyle

Skin: from pale to tanned

Hair: thick black straight hair (head), no other body hair

Eyes: almond shaped with different shades of green, vertical slit pupil

Unique Traits: builds scales in fight / defense mode (high stress / adrenaline), body temperature ectothermic

The Humans:

Height: varies mainly between small and tall

Stature: varies, depending on lifestyle

Skin: all different colours and hues available

Hair: any known natural colours and structures, body hair varies

Eye: different shapes, colours offer variations from light to dark

Unique Traits: most diverse mix possible

Note: on a spiritual level there are more things to discover but I'd like to keep it for the Demo for now.

[fitzs-space]

Can I just say that your Etho gives me so much gender? Ggyxfjfch

Thank you. many have said they do. But I need to be fucking bullied for it because Im genuinely just drawing myself at this point.

Sure I reference some of my own style for inspiration with other designs, who doesn't. but its way more with Etho. And Im gonna bully myself for it

the hair style is straight up just how I put my own hair up, just with a little extra

you see this shit?? [Given, the first was me actively trying to copy the style,,]

BUT THAT IS STRAIGHT UP JUST MY WINTER COAT JUST IN DIFFRENT COLOURS!!!

even the dam boots man,,

mentaly ill my boys. bit too much. can't let myself get away with this [ as said though, its easy to draw what you know, so other designs do have elements of my own style/wardrobe in them sometimes. Etho just gets the worst of it,,]

[alistairssock]

Every day I grow increasingly disappointed and mad that the body options in BG3 are so limited when it comes to their bodies

I complain a lot about all the male companions having rippling abs (first off: why??? second off: the hell¿¿¿). While most the female companions have hourglass shaped bodies with uber perky tits facing the sky. Except Lae'zel and Karlach. Lae'zel being weird and lanky yet strong, gitting her being githyanki and a warrior. Check. It's good, I really like that about her, it makes her interesting and unique. Her tits are even slightly diffrent than the others. Karlach? I could never slander Karlach. She's perfect. Hope she can continue to piss off whiny gamer boys who are afraid of muscular women taller than them. Or awaken something in them. Either option is fine.

But the main thing that bothers me is that we're living up to this insane beauty standard that is so implimented into our society that it's so to speak impossible to un-stick from video games. It's a sick and twisted cishet gamerbro fantasy, rubbed into our faces. It's lazy and boring, and lacking of flavor and I'm so so tired of it. And don't get me started how unrealistic most their bodies are compared to what they do and how they've lived and who they are. That could easily be a whole other wall of a text post.

Thing is, I wouldn't mind this as much if the 'standard' bodies were just one of many options. If these body types were just one of many and not the default on every single character model. There could be a custom option/sliders to adjust the character's bodies to your own vision and preference. Though, I do wish it would come with a lot more diverse bodies to begin with (baseline for npcs, and that isn't much to ask for, they clearly have the power, but are not willing to wield it). Hell, even a height slider would be good. Not all player/non-playable characters abide to the standard set body options; that is simply ridiculous when you think about it.

It does however bother me extra much because it's such a cowardly trap both Dragon Age - and probably also other fantasy games (and let's be real, most video games in general) - and now Baldur's Gate fall into. Men are square and burly, and women are hourglass shaped and dainty in comparison, no matter the race option (cough, cough I'm looking at the dwarves mainly). Dare i say The Ideal Male Body and Sexulised Version Of What Most Women Look Like. The only two genders. They do have given us muscled options, for which I'm grateful. But they are mostly just "would you like to be bigger and taller?", and that's it. Essentially same body, just streched out and slap some muscle in it, no problem. But seeing as it's in a fantasy world very much like our world (as in...people are people, living their people person lives), there should be a lot more bodily diversity. Fat people should exist, and they shouldn't be limited to antagonistic characters. We all see why that is wrong and fucked up, right?

It is progressive in it's ways, of course. The fact you can mix and match genitalia to body is a huge plus in my book. Pronouns are also super epic. Not much to complain about on that front, not many gives us these options. It's a small step for gaming, a huge step for humanity, or whatever.

It might be a lot to ask for to have options that include and embrace every aspect of the human experience. I do want more disabled characters in all shades and colours, I do want more fat characters in all shapes and sizes, I do want better and more hair for poc characters. The list goes on forever. So while I'm grateful for what we have and know and acknowledge and mourn it's not a perfect game by far (by wishes and just as a fact), I do appreciate what has been offered us so far. I just need to get this all off my chest, air out some thoughts

[alvisthefox]

Hey, what would Werefox Alvis look like?

Well this vertion would be one of the tallest vertions of Al standing at around 4'7"

His colours be darker and would be much more fluffy, as normal werehog. His arms are bigger and body. His hair would still be normal but more scruffy. His muzzle fur would cover the lower half of his face markings, as well his face markings would still be the same but little diffrent

Can't exsplain so I've just doodled out what comes to mind

[adetheenby]

I READ THE NIMONA COMIC AFTER THE MOVIE

none of this is serious cohesive or credible do not give me critism cause i probably dont even remember writing this mostly me rambling on a blog i do not understand how to use goodnight i should sleep

-love the movie and comic in diffrent ways comic is kinda giving adventuretime tbh love it i wish it was a little longer? like i feel like more interactions with ballister and nimona or ambrosius? like i loved how fast paced it was though - i WISH we got nimona changing her hair in the movie????????????? i get it cause they would have to change the animation models or something idk how it works but imagine in the scene where shes back at the layer shes throwing the table it couldve been a cool concept for her to turnmore cooler colours based on how she feels might be the sleepdeprivation but i think it wouldve been cool -i loved the endng honestly of the comic like genuinely i love it it fits -the credits of the movie saying INSPIRED by the comic is really true the thing is they more so took the idea of the nimona story then the story itself and made it work -the comic is a lot more fucked up and i love it for that like they murder people BUT only for good reason overal i like it A lot - i like how they didnt really expand on gloreth at all i think i like it better this way so its more an open ended thing where you can imagine what actually happend -the movieambrosius shouldve had maybe atleast a little longer hair propaganda has now convinced me bc of the comic - i LOVE the artstyle??????? its so just fun and chaotic -i might actually try to get the real life thing of it like i would love to have a copy tbh -ambrosius was such a little shit love him he was so unserious i swear -science person i forgot pronouns its midnight so im kinda tired but they so remind me of raine just cause glasses and white hair and both into science things ish raine is more eh on the science? -i love the movie sm for its little refrences like it went aWHOLE diff direction obviously but like the little refrences like nimona morphing into a toddler that very much looks like her comic version of it -i loved the little moment she turned into a cat so he would carry her so fun -i want nimona to be friends with the science dude like i feel like they would be so fun - litterally cant even pick which i liked better - i REALLY thought i would like the comic less tbh cause got told it had a bad ending and nimona died???? she did but also did she really???? cause i mostly like silly lighthearted shows or sometimes more dramatic things that have good endings but i LOVED the comic its fun and silly and is fast paced i love that sm

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Calum/Ashton (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

Chevy Malibu (ao3) - Lostideas M, 4k

Summary: Ashton’s name pops up from the top of his screen, a whatsapp message reading ‘outside’. Calum gets up, walks to his windows and peeks through the curtains. He can see Ashton’s chevy a bit further down the street, headlights turned off.

Calum carries his docs in his left hand as he sneaks out of his room.

or; Ashton picks Calum up in his car late at night sometimes. They scream into the void and love each other.

Feels like Coming Home (ao3) - ismaki T, 56k

Summary: All Calum wants is to finish school and get away from his small town. He works hard to seem happy, to be respected and popular at school, to be diffrent, something more. To be someone. All Ashton wants is to get noticed by the boy with the easy smile but guarded eyes. All Michael wants is to escape, to take another hit, another drink, use another body. To feel something. And Luke? Luke just wants everyone to be happy.

for real - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) Calum/Ashton, brief Calum/OMC T, 4k

Summary: Michael keeps trying to set Calum up on blind dates, and one day Calum accidentally slips and says he has a boyfriend when he doesn’t, so Ashton offers to be his fake boyfriend. It works, until Calum messes things up.

In the Dark of This Place, There's the Glow of Your Face (ao3) - orphan_account T, 4k

Summary: Ashton is a hungry light-sleeper. Calum is a home-invading, dog-loving drunken surprise in his backyard.

i only wanna talk to you (ao3) - calumshoods E, 47k

Summary: “This is us, Calum. This is our story, from beginning to now, all of my favorite moments. The ups and the downs. The good and the bad. Mostly the good, though, because there’s hardly ever a bad moment with you. I mean, yeah, you fart a lot and it smells, but I’ve gotten used to that.” He pauses to giggle at his own joke again, a sweet, high-pitched sound that make Calum’s heart flutter.

or ashton leaves to work on his documentary and leaves calum recordings of his favorite memories with him

it's obvious i just can't get enough of you (ao3) - nationalnobody E, 8k

Summary: It’s 6PM and Calum is angry. Calum isn’t an angry guy but there is only so much Michael Clifford Bullshit ™ that one human being can physically take. Being the super cool-headed and level guy he is, he heads to the gym to wind down and relax. Everything is going peachy until a fucking sex deity with curly hair has to bend over across the room and destroy any shred of cool in his body.

I turned my good side in (ao3) - CliffordAffliction E, 3k

Summary: Calum's dreams come true when Ashton fucks him at a party

‘I wasn’t expecting that’ (ao3) - Forbiddenmichael Calum/Ashton G, 10k

Summary: On his sixteenth birthday, Ashton gets his soul mate tattoo, and it’s everything he hoped for. Even is his soul mate does sound a little bit sarcastic and snarky. A few months later, on the other side of Australia, Calum woke up on his sixteenth birthday with his soul mate tattoo. And needless to say, it’s everything he hoped it wasn’t. 'What colour even are your eyes?’ 'Wait, you’re a boy? You’re meant to be a girl.’

or when Calum and Ashton have waited for there soul mate tattoos for so long and what they get isn’t what either of them expected. they aren’t what each other expected either…

Like it's your birthday (ao3) - BrokenTailLights N/R, 3k

Summary: Calum's nearly 20, and Ashton is starting to realise a few things

Not A One-Night Kinda Guy (ao3) - pitypartyof1 M, 1k

Summary: Ashton goes to the bars to drink and dance.

one year six weeks (ao3) - orphan_account T, 9k

Summary: “If Calum was honest with himself, he wasn’t sure what he was doing here. All he knew was that a year and six weeks was a long time to be without your heart. He knew that it had been a year and six weeks since he walked out of this apartment for the last time. He knew that, no matter how hard he had tried he couldn’t for the life of him forget.”

OR; Calum goes back to Ashton after a year’s time of trying to forget everything about him. What started as an innocent visit to quench the longing in his heart, ended with heartbreak and tears, again.

pretty sure that we're half way there (ao3) - irwah E, 11k

Summary: “Cobain, eh? Good, I like your taste.” He looks up to see the stranger beaming down at him, face slightly flushed from the alcohol and also from the two boys’ proximity. “I’m Ashton,” he says, a smile gracing his lips as he reaches for two more plastic cups and fills them for him and the stranger.

He waits for the boy to return the gesture and tell him his name but he’s silent, and when Ashton turns to him and hands him the cup of beer, the boy is smirking at him and whispers tauntingly “I’m…Trouble.”

Or: the end up here song fic that no-one asked for

Put Your Arms Around Me Baby, And Squeeze (ao3) - senioritastyles G, 1k

Summary: "Are you sure, Ash?" Calum asks for what sounds like the millionth time that night.

Ashton sighs deeply, rolling his eyes from his bundled up position on the sofa, the flashing TV casting shadows across his face. "Cal, I'm sure. I told you, I'm not feeling so great and I don't wanna go and then have to leave an hour later because I'm sick. I'll be fine, just go and have fun."

Calum's mouth twists into an expression of slight distress but he sighs back and nods. "Alright, but if you need anything just call me and I'll be back in no time."

Or: Calum is drunk and he misses Ashton.

Reasons I Love You (ao3) - felixandtae calum/ashton N/R, 4k

Summary: #keepcuttingashtonyouretrash trends again as the KCA voting starts and Calum hates seeing his boyfriend so depressed over it, so he makes sure Ashton has the best night ever.

red line (who am i?) (ao3) - sunshineash T, 1k

Summary: Ashton Irwin rides the Red Line to escape his thoughts.

Calum Hood finds him.

take my hand (ao3) - dioramas (nuages) T, 4k

Summary: when calum nods, painfully slow and almost angry with his own self as if he didn't mean to, he knows it's laced with alcohol too, and he feels defeated and like a champion all at once.

the fallout (ao3) - sunshineash T, 27k

Summary: The second Ashton saw the gun being pulled from the inside of a trench coat, he tried to run and tackle the kid to the ground, but it’d been too late. He was staring down the barrel of an unforgiving assault rifle and bullets were spiraling towards him before he even had the chance to scream for it to just stop. He remembers them tearing though his flesh, such unbelievable agony making a throat-ripping scream tear from his lips. He remembers the blood seeping through his shirt as he fell to the ground and feeling guilty because ‘fuck, this is Calum’s shirt. He’ll kill me for ruining it.’ But, then, the thought set in that Calum couldn’t kill him for it, because he’d already be dead. or — calum takes care of ashton after he’s been in a shooting.

The Rhythm Was All I Needed To Hear (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton E, 13k

Summary: “Ashton Irwin was a problem. To say him and Calum didn’t get along was an understatement. Calum would grumble and grow sour every time he saw Ashton or whenever his name was mentioned. He couldn’t stand the guy.”

or

Calum is on a summer program in a highly respected music school and he’s over the moon. He’s not over the moon he met Ashton in the process.

This Was Unforeseeable, Aching To Be Near You (ao3) - reversecow E, 15k

Summary: The night of Calum's 23rd birthday, he accidentally tells Ashton more than he ever planned to about his feelings. Ashton looks back at the last eight years and does some soul searching.

When You Say Jump, I Ask How High (ao3) - orphan_account T, 5k

Summary: An end of tour party ends with Calum getting a tattoo while way too drunk and now he has to face the consequences........and the boy who inspired it.

[rustingcat]

Had a dream that there was a new supergirl tv show and it was starring zendaya.

Her costume was all a very vibrant blue including the symbol and she kept her normal hair colour.

She was basically just zendaya but supergirl?

She also was much older but in a younger body for some reason. like she made a joke about how she was there when one of the older DEO agents were still in school.

And the DEO agent had a vibe of Brooklyn 99 as a group but completely diffrent characters.

She changed her costume right in front of them with a twirl and the change was immediate.

No alex and no other familiar faces, in fact none of the original supergirl story is there, superman is not there and all the characters were new.

[narhinafan]

Ok I don't know why but hinata looks a lot like mikoto and sakura looks like kushina but pairing happend diffrently and naruto married here hinata so here for 2nd gen lowkey scared that bolt will choose salad over sumire cause she looks like hinata😭 I really don't want borusara to be canon🤞😭

Neh Hinata looks more like Kushina just different hair colours. Hinata looking like Mikoto is mostly due to their hair colour. Sakura only looks a bit like Kushina cause of their hair is pink and red. Besides that there isn't much a difference similarity between them.

Sumire is more like Hinata in looks and personality, more so if she lets her hair down.