#lulu + chips

[dragoncxv360]

CW for a see through dress with underwear underneath

Drawings of mine and my friends’ oc Lulu, featuring Clips’ hand lol @alexandraisyes @polaris-stuff

Close ups under the cut (including the underwear without the skirt layers)

Reblogs appreciated (though I understand this drawing is a bit more risqué and not everybody is going to reblog that kinda stuff)

[chipsncookies]

Lulu will ride you now 🐴

[weevmo]

Daily OC Challenge Day 1 and 2!

1: Character most likely to become an evil dictator -

Chip Buddy alllllll the way - it's just too bad his fellow sock brethren don't share his woolen vigor!

2: Genderbent -

Starring the CS gang; it wouldn't matter for Nim! Lulu would be thrilled perhaps, and WB....you can't bend what isn't there -

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

arctic monkeys on mtv valencia, 2010 (x)

[notokbutthriving]

LUNARS GONNA LOSE HIS MEMORY

[alexandraisyes]

do you have plans for references for the rest of the reset cast once the fic comes out?

We already have designs for Lulu and Chips (OCs). Ellery has drawn up a concept design for Lunar (Original). I'm considering making the petition to have Moon's design once he switches bodies to be more like the design we have drawn up for our Ruin/(Old) Moon/Solar AU. But it's gonna take him a long time to get to the point where he's comfortable with that. I'll put these ones under the cut.

Vanth (Lunar after name/body change, basically OC atp tbh) needs a design. Bloom (Vanth and Moon merged, also OC) needs a design. Designs are in the works for the three different computer AIs (Ilo, Milo, and Spaniard). We're using my designs for the secondary dimension + Angel and Crescent. I think Ellery is gonna draw up a design for Sunny (Angel pre-reset), however, don't quote me on that my memory isn't always the best. Since the Jack in this fic isn't TSAMS Jack, he's FNAF Jack, we're using my design. Need to make designs for the BM shades and Eclipse's ghost. I think Earth needs her own design for this? I can't remember, but I'm like 90% sure that she modifies her body to be masc leaning. I'll have to reread our notes.

We haven't discussed who's designs are gonna be used for who for the main cast. Either way we both have designs on hand for it. Puppet's design is gonna be my version, I'll probably end up doing Monty too (because Ellery and Polaris fucking hate Monty). Foxy has a loose design. I haven't touched FC's design yet, but he's like 8? Mentally in this fic. Neither of us has a Nexus design yet iirc, so I'll probably make my own soon. Don't worry, any designs that we have figured out for the fic by the time we're ready to start uploading will be shared on the fic/here/with the fic/whatever.

RESET is co-owned with @polaris-stuff and @dragoncxv360

^^^ Lulu ^^^ vvv Chips vvv

^^^ Concept for Lunar ^^^ vvv Potential idea to include this for Moon's new body vvv

[whoslaurapalmer]

I knowwwww I've said it before but godddd the scene where coop talks to jacques renault. coop detests him so much

[baconandvibrators]

Y’all my bestie’s partner is a vet tech and they have 3 dogs and now 2 cats and this summer has been just so many animal cuddle puddles and I could not be living my best life anymore than this

[extemporaneousmusings]

1/4/24

Kalo mina!

Pictured: Lollipop having the time of her life

Today I:

-clocked in for my dept job even though I usually take Mondays totally off, but I had to do some work. it was pretty short and painless so it didn’t ruin the day thankfully

-took Lulu to the farm sniffspot an hour south of the city and had a delightful time

-made falafel and pita from scratch for dinner and knocked my own socks off with how good it was. All of the pitas puffed!! Also really appreciated the crucial pantry acquisition of pomegranate molasses from a Mediterranean market we visited on my bday road trip last year

-am about to finish season 15 of taskmaster and I had the winner spoiled early on reading an article abt a contestant but I’m very excited for Jules bc they don’t know and will be so happy with the results

[alexandraisyes]

LULU AND CHIPS MY BABIESSS

THEYRE SO SOFT AND SWEET AND HHHHH

God I'm gonna cry when I write this scene now

(R e s e t is co-owned with @dragoncxv360 and @polaris-stuff)

Commission (kinda) for @alexandraisyes

[chipsncookies]

Imagining superbia ojisama... 🤔

(context)

[unicofan3011]

2nd image featuring Lulu, who belongs to my friend @/pisstrider on instagram!

[tummywrites]

you had the life. happy family, good grades, star of the softball and cheer team, eventually picked for your favorite sorority. every frat bro flirted with you, and every one of your sisters was jealous of you. you were a size 0, no one was skinner than you in your whole house and you knew girls envied you for it, you took joy in watching the fatties you were supposed to consider "sisters" run to the bathroom after dinners at the sorority house, the sounds of their puke hitting the toilet as they tried to purge, desperate for a body as perfect as yours. you meet a hot guy at a frat party one night, and he pours a few too many drinks down your throat and for the first time you're bloated: an unnatural roundness on your otherwise stick thin figure. you notice this and when you get back to your dorm room, drunk and stumbling and just barely able to make it into your bed and grab your vibrator, rutting your hips helplessly into your bed. your belly was so swollen, so full, and you could feel the liquid sloshing around in there, trying to making you sick, but all it did was make you horny.

why?

the next time you felt that feeling, it was at a tailgate and you were there with all your sisters & and their boyfriends, waiting for the game to finish so you could go to the frats and party. you got drunk again and this time you got hungry, so you walked over to the guy's side of the area and grabbed a slice of pizza, trying to avoid eye contact with your sisters nearby who you had overheard complaining about how "fat" they were getting (as they went from 100 to 110 pounds after spending every night partying, not eating all day and drinking all night) you laughed at those girls in your mind as you stood there in your size 0 slip dress, flaunting your body to the girls who fought to look like you. you devoured the first slice of pizza with that on your mind, and couldn't help yourself as you grabbed a second one, and with that, a few bread bites. you eyed the snack tray on the table, with baggies of chips and a cooler full of sugary sodas, but then you saw your Big sister glaring at you from across the room and you glanced down, recoiling in horror (and clenching your legs in arousal) your stomach was rounded out, pulling your dress tight across your belly in an almost obscene way. without a word, you grabbed your bag and stumbled off, embarrassed and drunk and so full, but so turned on for seemingly no reason. why would you be turned on by being so bloated from countless beers and greasy pizza, then being caught by one of the other girls there while you made a pig of yourself?

what sealed your fate was over christmas break, when your high school friends wanted to get together again and have a dinner party. you were still as thin as you had always been, but it lately you did feel a little resistance as you went to tug up your lulu pants which was unusual. your friends from high school, however, were not so lucky. your high school best friend had gained at least 40, maybe 50 pounds--a once skinny girl with a flat chest and stomach, now spilling out of a crop top and skirt, a muffin top cascading over the waistband of a skirt. your other friend, a once sporty guy who hadn't gained a day in his life, now walked in with a shirt that clung uncomfortably to his gut, which brought back that hot feeling in your pussy, your clit throbbing as you saw him, pot belly absolutely obscene to you. everyone brought a dish to welcome you home, and they all insisted you try each dish, then seconds, and thirds of this dish, this that one, and then try this one again--

good thing you had drinks.

by the end of the night, you were so nauseous you were convinced were you going to spew. you had ate so much, potato dishes soaked in heavy cream, the thickest mac n cheese you had seen in your life, cheesecakes, and at least 48 chicken wings, you had lost count after the first two dozen you had shoved down your throat in between cans of beer. you were seeing double, but you saw clearly the face your best friend was making as you chugged down another beer and before you could stop, there was a deafening pop! and the button on your jeans fell to the floor, bouncing off the cabinet and landing square in the center of the kitchen. you were so embarrassed, tears welling to your eyes. in a rush, you screamed for your friends to leave, refusing to listen to them as they tried to reason with you. after you kicked them out, you walked back into the kitchen, still crying and hot with shame, staggering as you try to bend over and grab the button that taunted you from the floor. you held it in your palm, then looked down at your belly, which was rounded out further than it ever had, and obscured your view of your feet as you glanced down, the movement sloshing all the countless cans of beer in you. your crop top couldn't hide the actual belly you were forming now, and you looked up to your reflection in the black tv. fuck. you looked pregnant. you looked at the cheesecake on the counter as you wiped your tears, one hand grabbing and the round gut spilling out of your jeans. you reached out for the tray, and without pausing ate the rest, not even bothering with silverware as you glutted yourself. before you could stop yourself, you had finished the whole cheesecake, then the rest of the mac n cheese, and then stumbled over yourself to grab the last two cans of beer, pouring them into a big cup together, throwing your head back in desperation as you drank both in seconds. you fall over chairs and tables to get over to the couch, belly so distended you let out a whimper whenever its jostled, and pass out there.

ten years later, you're 29 years old and stepping off the scale in front of your fridge. your mark your weight on the fridge, and open up while reaching for the closest bottle of wine. despite your attempts to lose weight, you've gained 15 pounds in the past month. you're 302 pounds, you wear a 4XL and a 24 in jeans, which are barely hanging on. your ass barely fits in the drivers seat of your car and your bed creaks when you lay on it. you've broken your computer chair so you moved a dining chair into your bedroom, but your thighs spilled over the side, so you had to give up the computer. you hadn't talked to most of your friends in years, probably not since new years after that christmas, where you first fell into your gluttony and addiction. you spent the rest of that break stuffing your face to cope with your feelings, and by the time you were supposed to back to school you were 30 pounds heavier and not a single item of clothing fit your growing body. you were 140 pounds, and the moment you stepped out of your car on shaky legs in front of your sorority sisters, you knew it was over. they all began to laugh, heaving and pointing in malice at the inches of overhang you had falling over your skirt, which was only zipped up halfway, covered by a shirt that looked like it was painted on. you dropped out within a few days and spent the days partying, drinking, and stuffing your face at the end of the night, rubbing your pussy until you came. you couldn't resist the feeling food gave you.

[momo-t-daye]

I personally like to think of him (at least as a kid and a student) as having a fondness for science fiction, perhaps the stuff that is futuristic and space-oriented. Star Trek started airing on the BBC before he went to Hogwarts (right about the same time as the moon landing), and I think that sort of thing would seem like escape to a kid stuck in Cokeworth (plus, he might be nitpicky about fantasy that includes magic since he has magic, but he doesn’t have rockets or laser guns etc. so he might be better able to suspend disbelief).

As a kid he is future-oriented and looking forward to something better, isn’t he? I like to think that, later on, that “bright future” goal set him apart from some of the other Death Eaters that were more “preserve our past” oriented.  Voldy sells both lines of recruitment, and doesn’t really plan to deliver on either, but anyways...  Although, perhaps after Halloween 1981, when he was quite disillusioned and mired into his path with the promise of “anything” to Dumbledore and he blamed himself for everything terrible on his being too hasty and thoughtlessly excited about improving his own status, maybe he lost the taste for the optimistic branch of sci-fi and started to explore dystopias.

I always think of Snape having such refined tastes in music, literature, art. But he has to have a guilty pleasure. WHAT IS IT?

[neighbourscat]

౨౿ nicholas chavez who visits his black!girlfriend at abbott elementary — he’s startled by the documentary crew, almost dropping the box of rainbow-sprinkled donuts and container of chocolate-chip cookies he’d brought for your kindergarten students; today was move-up day and you asked him if he could use a few hours of his day-off and drop off their treats to congratulate. after he’s given an ‘abbott elementary visitors badge’, he’s dragged through the bustling hallways — walls decorated in brilliant hand-made drawings and banners, the noisy chatter of students, and the hustle of teachers — and into an empty classroom for a confessional; “wha .. what am i suppose to say here?” nicholas asked, adjusting the box of donuts and container of cookies . .. . he blinked into the camera lens, the grin on his face crooked, sheepish, and the look in his eyes that of a scared child.

౨౿ nicholas chavez who spots your classroom, room 220, and hurried toward it — the camera crew and principal ava coleman, heels clicking loudly, behind him — the sound of young laughter, meaningless conversations, and chairs scraping the floor growing louder. the door was slightly ajar, and through the small opening, he could see you — ms. y/l/n to the young humans — standing at the front of room, talking animatedly to your class of kindergartners. your smile lit up the space, and your long, knotless braids swung as you gestured toward the main entrance and exit.

nicholas smiled to himself, watching you in your element. this was the side of you he admired so much — the way you commanded the room full of children, the warmth you exuded when you taught or played around. he gripped the doorknob and- “me personally . .. . i would’ve just walked with me to the gymnasium.” his brown eyes found the camera lens again, letting the crew capture his frustrated expression. “look, there’s still time before those goblins actually start lining up -“ ava pleaded, “i’m telling you - you and i leave now, we can still make brunch at reno’s.”

nicholas stared at the crew again, begging them to do ‘something’, and then down at ava. “who watches these .. things?” he asked the principal, releasing the doorknob — he turned his body to face her fully, showing her that she had his attention .. ava smirked, proud and knowing, flipping back the cascade of jet-black hair that fell effortlessly around her shoulders. “all of america. why? scared to be seen with a woman this attractive?” she finished with a cheeky giggle, brows wiggling while looking into the camera — the confusion on his face has yet to fade. ava: “if you’re worried about being wrongfully perceived, don’t. your face is pretty, your body is tight - if your personality is bleep, the ladies at home won’t care. that’s how it is.” her hands gripped her hips, “you can be the bleep bleep person on the planet, but guess what? if you’re hot, you get screentime.”

just in time, your classroom door swung open — nicholas, relieved, nearly jumped out of his skin. at the sight of jabrieah, your line-leader, peeking out of the door, ava quickly turned on her heels and rushed down the hall and turned the corner in a hurry — the camera angling in on her as she descended.

your kindergartners’ were in their graduation gowns; a vibrant shade of blue, charming and whimsical, and designed to celebrate the joyous milestone of young learners. their gowns were adorned with cheerful motifs, such as stars, balloons, and playful animals, which represented the joy and wonder of early education —

— “donuts! cookies!” malachi; the second in line, cheered, alerting you and the other children. gio; the teacher-helper and aiden; the caboose ripped themselves from your hands and pushed through most of the line to reach nicholas first. and when your boyfriend met your disappointed glare .. his shoulders dropped and he seemed to shrink into himself.

﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

“okay, so, i asked nicholas - my boyfriend - if he could pick up my special order from lulu’s; the best pastry spot in philly, and swing by after the graduation. two nights ago, nic and i thought it would be cute to - to give them something else to look forward to after their ceremony,” you spoke into the camera, warm and bubbly — emphasis on ‘after’. “he’s just an hour early,” you continued, smile slowly falling, “which .. which isn’t so bad, necessarily, but .. y’know .. i had a surprise set in place for my kids. so . .. .” you blinked away and then back at the camera, tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

౨౿ nicholas chavez who helps mr. johnson, gregory eddie, janine teagues, and jacob hill stack the parent chairs away and against the gymnasium walls — making room for the fun festivities. the main camera was zoned in on ava; fixing her patterned blouse ( revealing more of her cleavage ) and watching the muscles in nicholas’ large arms flex and spasm. “that young man is spoken for ava.” barbara howard came into view. “this is your sixth reminder ..” the camera shifted up at barbara and then back to ava as she asked, without hesitation or much care; “be honest. completely. who looks better? me or y/n?”

barbara sighed deeply and gave her a gentle tap on the forearm. “come. come,” she urged kindly. “this way. come help me and melissa with the cotton candy machine.”

౨౿ nicholas chavez who watches tariq temple — like he’s headlining coachella, tariq’s wearing a gold chain that probably has a cartoon character on it, sunglasses indoors, and a loud glittering jacket with “kiddie class of swag” embroidered on the back — abbott elementary’s very own rapper, perform and jump around the gymnasium stage .. with an unsure look on his face. he wasn’t sure if he should move his body or remain still, for the message tariq had been spewing into the microphone was .. highly inappropriate for elementary school students; so wrong, yet undoubtedly catchy.

you, on the other-hand, had been loving it — rocking side to side with the thumping beat. the just-graduated children were dancing with their friends, the big-kids, and parents, tariq’s raps going into one ear and right out of the other.

“y’all, for real — remember when y’all couldn’t even color in the lines? look at you now! first grade's ‘bouta be a breeze .. except maybe the bleep math! yo, don’t let ‘em trip you up with that new bleep-bleep math. trust me, that bleep is’a damn scam!”

the camera zoomed in on you and nicholas; eyes widening in the crowd as you both winced — then, the crew quickly switched the attention to barbara and melissa schemmenti, who were in absolute disbelief, mouths opened and brows raised so high, seemingly stitched to their hairlines.

“nah yo! real talk, first grade ain’t no bleep joke. i heard they got y’all doin’ homework?! don’t be out here messin' with them trapper keepers!” janine stopped the sway of her hips, fully focused on tariq and his nonsense piece — jacob lost his smile, he and gregory too stunned, but ava .. unbothered.

﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

“ayo, congrats to all the lil’ homies!” the camera crew had met with tariq backstage after his massive performance. “i can’t believe they graduated, like . ..” tariq clutched a hand over his still-racing heart, “they grown now, like for real. been around this school so damn long, i feel like they mine . .. . y’all feel’me?” no response from the crew. “do good bleep, homies!” tariq flashed his signature grin, showing off the gold-tooth plate and giving the camera a wink before strutting out of camera-view, arms lifted like he’d just performed at a sold-out stadium.

[psych0fatal3]

Tea party with the creeps [SFW]

The host : Sally & Lucy

Who's invited : Jane, Lulu, Nina, Clockwork, Toby, Ben, splendorman and EJ

Who shows up : Jane, Lulu, Nina, Clockwork, Ben, Splendorman

Why they didn't show up : One of the residents was injured BADLY (Jeff) so EJ couldn't come. When Toby found out that Clockwork was going he refused and stayed in his room. (They're ex's what do you expect)

What do they bring :

Jane - Store bought chocolate chip cookies

Lulu - Tea (In a pretty pink teapot)

Nina - Poorly made cupcakes covered in rainbow unicorn sprinkles

Clockwork - Cinnamon rolls (don't ask where she got them from)

Ben - Jolly ranchers and Hot cheetos

Splendorman - Sandwiches and chocolates

Sally - Tiaras and fairy wings

Lulu - Tutus and wands

Who crashes the party : Laughing jack and Jeff...

Laughing jack Stole a bunch of candy and dipped

Jeff showed up to try piss off Jane and ended up getting into a fight with her, accidentally breaking the teapot causing Lucy and Sally to cry WHICH, made Nina and Clockwork mad so she ended up joining in on the fight and beat the shit out of Jeff with Jane meanwhile, Ben was just watching shit go down while eating cookies and Splendorman and Lulu tried to comfort the children the best they can. Who kicked them out : Laughing jack got into a small argument with them before stealing the candy and leaving.

Jeff was kicked out by Jane like how a bouncer kicks a drunk person out of a club.

What they do after : Clockwork and Jane clean up the mess while the rest watch a movie together and eat the remaining snacks. (They watched cat in the hat)