#maid outfit johnny

[dragonwysper]

Hey guys guess what

Maid outfit Johnny

[kysgarret420]

(Closeups of a wip I will probably never finish )

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2023 Day Thirteen

Maid Outfit

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Gaz wished he could go back in time and kick himself up the ass for having an idea as stupid as thinking he would be able to humiliate Soap. It seemed great to him at the time, he just had to win the bet, and as his prize, get Soap to wear a maid outfit when they went out to the pub that weekend. He’d thought all about how he was going to spend all evening teasing Soap, but Soap just had to go and ruin those plans, didn’t he? 

Gaz wasn’t even sure if Soap even felt shame at this point. He should have known his plan was about to backfire on him when Soap had laughed after Gaz had presented the cheap costume to him. Soap was at the bar, living for the attention it was bringing. Mostly, the people around him were laughing, saying he was a good one for honouring a bet, but some were definitely acting flirty, like the guy who was edging closer and closer to Soap’s ass, undeterred by Gaz’s stare. 

“You trying to burn a hole in the wall or something?” Ghost tapped his empty glass on the table, sitting up in his seat as he tried to follow where Gaz was looking. 

“Nah.” Gaz finished his beer, dragging his gaze away from Soap. He could do whatever he wanted. Gaz had only told him he had to wear the dress, not how he had to take it. 

“Anyone would think that it was you who lost the bet.” Ghost pulled his jacket off the back of his chair, folding it over his arm.  

“So what?” Gaz wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t. 

“I’d go get him, if I were you,” Ghost stood up, tucking his chair in as he glanced at the bar, ���before someone else does.” 

“Yeah, yeah, piss off Ghost.”

“I���ll see you in the morning, Gaz. Bright and early.” 

Gaz flipped Ghost off as he left, sinking into his chair as Soap finally returned to the table, placing a glass of whiskey down in front of Gaz. 

“What’s this?”

“Scotch.” Soap replied, preening over his dress’s frills, that were fraying away at the mere touch. “Saw you looking like a storm, thought you might need something to help you relax.” 

“Touché.” Gaz sighed and picked up the glass. “You’re making a lot of friends.”

“Nah.” Soap sipped from his own glass. “Just flirting, Gaz. Nothing serious.” 

Gaz didn’t say anything to that, and sipped his scotch. “This is good.” 

“I know that, don’t change the subject; you do know what flirting is, right Kyle?” 

“Of course I know what-“ Gaz set his glass down harder than he intended, and took a breath before he met Soap’s eyes. “You’re an ass.” 

“Sure. Could be your ass, if you’d stop fucking around and just ask.” 

“Why would I ask for your ass? Could get it anytime I want.” 

Soap knew Gaz was fumbling. “Then why have you been at this table all night?”

“Fucking stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Fucking, stop turning this on its head.”

“Ain’t my fault you’ve got no balls-“ 

“That’s enough.” Gaz drained his glass and slammed it back on the table. “Let’s go, now.”

“Boo.” Soap rolled his eyes, but followed Gaz, the cool night air refreshing on their faces as they left the pub.

Soap threw his arm over Gaz’s shoulder, pulling him into his side. Gaz dug his hands into his coat pockets. Someone whistled behind them, followed by a hasty apology and laughter when Soap turned his stubbled face around, and they were left in peace as they wandered in the direction of Gaz’s flat. 

Once inside the door, Soap squeezed Gaz into his side again. “You alright?”

“Course.” 

“You sure?” Soap wouldn’t let go of him.

“How do you do that? Just start talking and suddenly the table’s flipped, and you’re the one being cool and suave, and making me melt at my fucking knees.” Gaz let it all out at once, rambling as he reached out and clutched at Soap too. “You’re right. This was stupid, I should have just talked to you.”

“What, and miss you like this?” Soap grabbed Gaz’s chin.

Gaz leant into the touch. “And there you go again.”

“You’ll get there, I know you will. 

“And how will I do that?” 

“Practice. Lots of practice.” 

“And what if that doesn’t work?”

“I’ll be happy to give you some pointers.” 

“That it? You’re going to give me some pointers?”

“You’ve literally just said that I’m good.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Kyle.” Soap grabbed the collar of his jacket and pushed Gaz back towards the wall. “We gotta work this tension out of you somehow, don’t we?” 

“And how are you going to do that?”

Soap chuckled. “I can think of a few things. On your knees.” 

“At least get my jacket off…”

“Knees.” 

Gaz dropped to his knees, staring up as Soap as he crowded Gaz against the wall. 

“How’s your head?”

“Never had any complaints.” God, that was corny as shit, did he really just say that?

“I’ll be the judge of that. When you’re ready.” 

Soap rubbed his thumb against Gaz’s temple, giving him one last lingering touch before Gaz took the initiative and shoved his head under Soap’s skirt. 

The one thing this dress had going for it was how well it hid an erection, Jesus Chirst. Gaz pressed his cheek up against Soap’s boxers, nuzzling his hard on for a moment before he ripped the boxers down and pressed his tongue against the head of Soap’s dick. It already tasted like salty precum - a taste that could only be described as ‘dogshit’, but no more than the cheap tequila they’d had earlier. Gaz pushed past it, sinking Soap’s dick into his mouth, pressing his tongue against the head as he sucked, one hand cupping Soap’s balls, gently squeezing them. His other hand grabbed at Soap’s thigh, his fingers digging into the skin, catching at the edges of Soap’s scars, giving Gaz the leverage he needed to shuffle closer to Soap on his knees. 

Soap was a quiet guy, only letting out content grunts every few moments, leaving only the precum dripping onto Gaz’s tongue to tell him that Soap was very much enjoying this. Gaz widened his jaw, letting more of the weight of Soap’s dick settle on his tongue, feeling the veins when he pressed his tongue up into it. Soap tried to push his hips forward, which Gaz responded by tapping his hand against Soap’s thigh. Gaz was doing this at his own pace, because that was how he did it, not just because he was told to do that, dammit. 

Gaz groaned deep in his own throat, letting Soap feel the gentle vibrations, until Soap pulled the skirt up, bunching it over Gaz’s head. 

Gaz sat up, removing Soap’s dick from his mouth, closing his hand over the head as he stared up at Soap. “Drop the skirt.” 

Soap hesitated.

“Now.”

Soap dropped it, and Gaz took his dick back in his mouth. He ignored Soap’s almost bloody proud, “I knew you’d get there,” that trailed into a groan, as his dick twitched in Gaz’s mouth, before flooding it with cum. 

Gaz swallowed as much as he could, pushing Soap back a few steps so he could stand up, wordlessly gazing at Soap’s flushed face. 

“Your face is messy.” Soap reached out to clean Gaz’s chin. 

Gaz stopped him. “I got it.” He wiped his mouth on the skirt, before ripping the dress in half. 

“What’re you doing?!”

“We can’t have you staying in dirty clothes, can we?” 

“Fucking hell.” Soap helped him get the dress off, the scrapped remains getting tossed into the bin. “Where’d this come from?” 

“Practice.” Gaz cupped Soap’s chin, pushing his thumb against Soap’s lips. “I remember you saying I’d get there.”

“I’ll say you have.” 

“Really?”

Soap nodded. 

“Good. And, bedroom, now.” Gaz watched as Soap turned and ran, grinning over his shoulder. Fucking hell, this was worth it.

[lunadreamscaper]

I've wanted to post about this but then I get scared (I have never had a social media presence anywhere) so doing it in an ask instead

But

Toast crossdresses. In the "Return of Jimmy Casket" video Ghost just asks if Toast was crossdressing again.

This lives rent free in my head, but also 'again' implies he's done this before, and also he was crossdressing so well that his partner didn't recognize him because Ghost was surprised to see him 💀

Do what you will with this information

Oh yeah xD no I love this but it’s funny bc Ghost has also admitted to wearing a prom dress before so like it’s funny Ghost acts like it’s this weird little thing Toast does sometimes WHEN HES DONE THE SAME THING 😭😭 it’s really funny

Johnny Toast deserves to cross dress I think he’d look nice in it

Also kinda reminds me where Toast told Ghost the he (Ghost) looked nice in feminine clothing since Ghost had a feminine build and I lost my mind in a good way. Also it’s kinda cute bc they’re talking/bonding over wearing fem clothes together hehe (tho Ghost was kinda in denial about it)

I’m also glad you were able to share this here tho at least if not any where else :3 hope you share more in the future whether here or your own blog I’m sure itd be great!

[forsworned]

Okay, okay, hear me out . I neeed a y/n sweet innocent thing who works with 141 (probably computer shit) idk but she wanted to step out her shell & goes out drinking with the boys were she loses a bet with soap & he makes y/n wear a skimpy outfit like those " hot nurse or maid" outfits around the team for a day and it makes price and/or ghost go absolutely feral . The end. Please and thank you p s love your writing.

Author's note: You know normally I do not do these sort of requests because I think that the whole like oh y/n needs to dress in something slutty because she lost a bet schtick is like somewhat demeaning. Like I'm all for it happening to the 141 or whatever but, I put my own spin on it, so even if you don't enjoy it I will but thank you for supporting me anon <3 also screaming at the images I chose for this hahaha

Despite the fact that being in the military was a constant inner battle of not becoming a barrack bunny, it made it a bit easier knowing that 90% of the men were just straight-up fucking whores. So when you lose 7-6 in back-to-back rounds of Blackjack to Johnny, he thinks it's funny to propose a bet that leaves you practically bare-ass naked to every soldier on base.

"'ll be like wearin' a bikini." He says.

To which you can give him a piercing glare that sends an unpleasant shudder up his spine, but regardless he's laughing his ass off. It's not exactly an everyday occurrence that Johnny is winning bets against you so he's taking advantage of the opportunity to embarrass you just as much as you do him.

Wolf whistles and cat calls are heard from the common area that the 141 was currently lounging in, and their ears perk up at the sound of heels clicking against the floor.

"Hell's fuckin' bells, you really wore it, bonnie." Johnny eyes are twinkling and his grin is stretched from ear to ear when he gets a gander at you.

You're wearing the sluttiest maid outfit you could have ever conjured up from many, many, many Halloween's ago when you were in your Chicks Gone Wild Era (iykyk) and Price, Kyle and Simon are flabbergasted by your appearance. Kyle is dropping his spoon that he just stirred his coffee with, Simon is half turning the page to his book and Price just straight up chokes on his London Fog, sputtering it all over his MacBook.

"Fuck you." You mutter, plopping down on the couch next to Simon as you readjust the mobcap on your head. Your dress is riding up as you sit, but you cross your legs and Price is handing you a pillow to cover yourself up to which you sheepishly smile up at him and thank him.

"Why are ye complainin'? Y'look good, bonnie."

"You put her up to this?" Kyle asks, bewildered at the situation unfolding.

"Lookin' good, Serg!" A passing herd of soldiers call out to you as they chuckle amongst themselves and continue to whistle at you.

You shake your head and turn to Johnny with an exasperated look. "Is this what you wanted? To embarrass me?"

"It's not very becoming of you, Johnny." Price murmurs against his mug before taking a sip but it's evident that his face is reddening by the second by your scanty appearance.

"Oh, she does it to me all th' time!" Johnny throws his hands up in half frustration and half amusement.

But Simon on the other hand is silent. He doesn't really know what to say, but he's starting to feel the warmth rushing between his legs.

"L.t., thoughts?"

And Johnny knows exactly what the fuck he's doing while he's shooting him that shit-eating grin that makes Simon want to fucking bumrush the absolute shit out of the Scotsman.

Admittedly this has Kyle and Price's tongues poking their cheeks as they await his answer.

"Y'r a fuckin' slag, Johnny."

And that causes the room to erupt into laughter as you're all clapping your knees and keeling over. Johnny is slightly embarrassed by the jab, but nonetheless, is laughing along. It was nice to have a little laugh in the 141.

[nightunite]

oh i just remembered a question! thoughts on the two main weirdos meeting for the first time? by that i mean fuckass mohawk duke johnny and executioner veiled baron konig? first thought was in some kind of party in duke johnny's estate since konig is more reclusive. maybe maid!reader is part of the serving crew on the sides?

(ty for the acknowledgment in the master post btw. i feel honored 💖💖💖)

-- 📖

Of course, my lil anon! You guys help me feel confident enough to post this!

I love the way you described both of them, and I like the idea but I'm gonna tweak it slightly (gonna save that serving crew idea for latter inspiration though, it's tasty!)

Without further ado, the first time Konig and Johnny 'meet':

The first time Konig makes an appearance in high society, he goes only because he is forced to, a demand upon his station to at least pretend to be interested in the comings and goings of his fellow nobles. He would rather do anything else than show his 'face' at a gala in the heavy heat of the summer evening, but needs must and all that.

He sticks to the edge of the venue, a drink in hand he sneaks small sips of when the prying eyes of onlookers find something else to gawk at besides the shrouded foreign man against the wall. Besides the shroud, the ordinary pattern of his attire leaves him almost underdressed compared to the more lavish coats of the higher ranking nobles. Black on black on white, the uniformity broken up only by his pristine shirt. He cares not for his fashion, merely that it actually fits him and lets him move without fearing he busts a seam. His attendant, his head maid Annika, stands primly at his side, her dress simple as well, something light but not scandalous, a midnight blue that she has always found pretty.

"Duke Price is at the table with the amaryllis, my lord." She whispers to him, his eyes finding the man and assigning a face to the name, a short nod from him following. The only downside to refusing to mingle is not knowing who is who when encountering them directly. He much prefers letters.

"On his left is Earl Garrick, and on his right is Marquess Riley" Konig found his lip curling at the last name, a scoff hissed out under his fabric.

He had heard much about this group of men, notably that of Marquess Riley. All single men with rumors abound, albeit Earl Garrick had the cleanest reputation. Duke Price was of a middling ground, nothing unexpected of the typical blue-blood, but Marquess Riley...

Now there was a man he would sooner spit on than do business with.

These men made up a roving bachelor group, some silly name of the one-for-one or something like that. Always loyal to one another, dealing with one generally meant dealing with all four. And speaking of the fourth member-

"Oh, my lord! How do you come up with these tales?"

Looking further to his right, past the milling aristocracy, he spots an unruly head of hair attached to an equally unruly man. His outfit bold, colors vibrant and the cut of his clothes the latest in season. He holds a young lady's gloved hand in his, dark blue eye closing in a wink at her while she fans herself.

Ah yes, Duke MacTavish. The infamous flirt and eccentric elite. Boisterous and charming, his name on the lips of every woman both princess and penniless. Yet to be tied down, even his staff finds him more boyish than strange, the ladies cheeks rosy when speaking of how his arms looked that day when they passed him in the market.

Konig settles in to watch the men as they all gather at a table while he remains settled in his alcove, no desire to try and force conversation or, he shudders, try and find a lady to court. No, he'll stay right here and watch the festivities.

And watch he does. All through the night, he watches as his 'fellows' cheer and dance and drink themselves merry, spreading inane gossip and chittering about the latest trends. Annika alternates between wandering the floor and making idle chat, referring to herself as a dear friend of his to sidestep her profession, and returning to his side with whatever bits of information she found useful. Part of it he knows is simply because she loves to gossip, always one for a good scandal, and the other part is to protect him and his place in life.

His eyes mainly remain on the quartet though, an interesting set of men. Garrick is fine he supposes, Konig mostly losing track of him compared to the others, alongside Price who for his part stays in one place, rarely standing to dance unless directly asked. Riley he watches preen and bask in the presence of the shy, young ladies who hover around him, hoping he will be who asks them for the next turn round the floor. The sight makes him grind his teeth slightly, and so he turns his gaze elsewhere lest his mood take a more severe downturn.

MacTavish is an entirely different sort of beast, one so loud in all sense of the word that he couldn't ignore him if he tried. Laughter follows the man as he weaves his way around the room, making sure to fluster every woman in his path, including any staff he sees ensuring the night remains joyful. Yes, Konig watches, hand putting more pressure on his glass though taking care not to shatter it, as Duke MacTavish works his charm like it's his profession.

It leaves him feeling mildly ill, all too reminded of events back home, before he earned his position in full. A man content to play with women like keys on the piano, all while bearing an innocent smile as though he is not to blame should they become hurt by him and his fickle nature.

With a sigh as he watches Duke MacTavish find his dozenth partner to dance, he sets down his glass and steps from his place of peace, studiously ignoring the way those closest to him startle when realizing he hadn't left yet. Annika follows behind him, bits of information concerning business and drama tucked away as they make their way into their carriage, the first to leave. He helps her up and into her seat before climbing in himself.

"Well, not bad for a first outing." She says in their native tongue.

"No, just disappointing. I suppose no matter the land, all nobles walk the same trails." With a gentle knock to the roof of the carriage, the wheels begin to turn, and they make their way back to the estate.

[wxnheart]

Hello! Can I request something from 141 and los vaqueros about a female reader who draws a lot? Also how they would react if they find her sketchbook and discover that she Draw them

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐞𝐫… s𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬?

note: this got a little crackish, so enjoy. lmao. though it's f!reader, I purposely made it gender-neutral for immersion.

Oh shit, they found out. Um... teehee?

You drew so much that it was second nature to you. You cultivated this talent of yours ever since you were young and it's helped you in more ways than one.

So when you developed an interest in drawing the members of 141 and Los Vaqueros, you immediately jumped on it and made the most of your subjects in amusing ways, and what did you do? Well, you got creative with your subjects.

And by creative, you initially started drawing everyone wearing Price's signature fisher's hat. Yes, even Ghost. You realized that it really balanced out the captain's bushy beard and Simon looked absolutely ridiculous in it. Rudy, uh... Rudy looked nice.

And then it turned into cat ears and a tail. Pawforce 141. (Don't ask)

And then you did a palette swap and oh, wow, they actually look pretty neat in some of the colors you picked out.

And then came... the maid outfits. That you, uh, drew while you were probably but most likely (read: absolutely) watching Titanic. Or was it watching you? Anyway, you may or may not have... emphasized their glorious physiques. Ahem.

And then you added Price's hat to the maid drawings.

Of course, whenever you think back to your drawings you had a tendency to smile or laugh to yourself knowingly. And whether you realized it or not, it piqued the interest of the guys.

This brings us to your current predicament. You know, the moment when you walked in the room and everyone turned to look at you. You were a little taken back until you looked at the table and oh shit—

shitshitshitshitshitHOWDIDTHEYFINDOUT?!?!?!?!

Some of them looked... less than amused ("Oh hey, Alejandro!"); the others didn't know what to do with what they found (Gaz looks... unlike Gaz) but one thing's for sure was that you could always count on Soap making you laugh; that's why you avoided looking at him. You just knew if you looked at the bastard both of you would die of laughter. Price was... really interested in your sketches.

And, oh, Ghost... Poor bastard.

The silence was deafening. The tension was palpable. The stares had become too much to bear—

"...You forgot the cigar. It sets the look off." Huh? Price sounded... amused. And the floodgates opened. Well, Soap's chuckle opened them up. That and the glare Ghost shot him. Alejandro cleared his throat. Rudy looked a little pensive and Gaz continued to look... unlike Gaz. And Price continued to be really interested. Was it the way you drew the hat?

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and laughed nervously. "I, uh... I hope you like them?" Smooth. Real smooth. Alejandro cleared his throat again—

"—We really look like this?" Oh, Rudy. Alejandro turned and shot him a glare. Rudy stared back, slightly nonplussed. "...What?"

Enter Soap and Ghost. "Well, I thought you looked nice, Lt.—" "Shut up, Johnny—" You should start wearing that often—" "THAT'LL DO." You tried your damndest not to guffaw but you did shoot a grin Soap's way. He shrugged. "Meant the hat, Lt." Ghost rolled his eyes in response.

In conclusion, they found out, shit's awkward, and Ghost looks good in Price's hat and a maid outfit. Teehee.

[feeling--pink]

Hi 🥺 what if they- 👉👈 what if they got mawwied???? 💕💕💕

Okay hi I’ve been working on these on and off all month (mostly off I got really busy whoops) and I have A LOT of thoughts about a Legbone wedding (ft. the drawtectives cause they really are my blorbos) 

Anyways here’s a list of headcannons that I didn’t get to draw:

So right off the bat let’s talk OUTFITS

To me Legzi and Ryjinah had gone looking for dresses but Legzi wasn’t really pumped about any of them 

So maybe they went on a road trip (because ladies bookclub road trips my beloved) to either go look in a different boutique or to do other wedding related shenanigans 

And on the side of the road Legzi spots this rag 

And of course it’s a torn up wedding dress and suddenly she has a Vision^TM

Just Legzi being more excited about fixing up this dress than anything she could have just bought up to that point 

Because to me Legzi is someone who loves to feel like a part of the process and having all her random skills she picked up from Darkmouth 

Then design wise I wanted something puffy so I could hide how much taller I made her 

Because personally I think her using the leg stilts on her wedding day is not only very Legzi^TM but I also made myself laugh with the concept :) 

And florals because those are fun, green, and easy to make by hand (as someone who’s made a lot of ribbon flowers)!! The vines were places where the dress was really torn and needed more structural stitching 

Ryjinahs dress on the other hand I wanted to take some inspiration from her season 1 design (even though I haven’t seen it) 

Also I love a chance to draw some boob 

so anyways York’s invitation

I’ve said it before but “artists draw fan art of each other’s art” where Karina drew Ryjinah, York, Rowan, and Jacob horse all hanging out is CANON TO ME

Which is why all of those characters were invited!! :)

Anyways I imagine all the invitations had your standard stuff- names, dates, rsvp section

But where it would’ve said +1 I think Ryjinah scribbled that out and hand wrote “+2 ;)” 

Which of course Grandma would be slightly flustered by meanwhile York is like “AWESOME you guys can come!!!” 

I believe in drawtectives polycule supremacy and also York is aroace

Which also lead to my miniature leg wrestling joke :)

Oh but the second York and Rah’ōxah lock eyes they’re going to leg wrestle (Pokémon rules) 

Then they can become friends too and we can make Julia’s drawing in “pro artists redraw their old OCs” canon!!! 

Rah’ōxah is both Legzi and Ryjinahs maid of honor :) 

She’s awesome of course she can do both!!!!!!

I wish I had drawn this but to me Parker the cat officiated :)

Maybe while standing on top of Parker the horse 

Ryjinah was not pleased with this but also couldn’t say no to the combined force of Legzi and Rah’ōxah’s puppy dog eyes 

Plus Parker the cat is the only person (cat) they know who’s ordained

Oh last thing I wanted to but didn’t draw was a Rosé & Rowan interaction 

Or not even so much of an interaction but they catch each other’s gaze from across the room and freeze 

Oh more headcannons but they’re siblings to me 

I mean dyed hair? Knives? Mysterious pasts? Color schemes?? Attracted to himbos??? 

Anyways they both have moved on from their family in different directions 

So to suddenly meet again even from across the room 

Then York or Gramdma calls for Rosé and she looks away and they’re gone

But I digress 

Tbh for everyone’s outfits I kinda just went “you know what would be cute???” 

So floral dress for grandma (obviously) 

Jumpsuit + long gloves for Rosé because vibes 

Unbuttoned shirt and double breasted vest for York so he doesn’t have sleeves 

Similar thought process for Rah’ōxah because they give off similar vibes BUT I made Rah’ōxah’s the same colors as Ryjinah and Legzi so she could match both :)

Then a demon Johnny button on her outer vest kinda like the pin/broach she has in Julia’s drawing in pro artists redraw old OCs 

Rowan I just wanted to look swanky and what’s more swanky than a tailcoat? 

And for everyone but Rah’ōxah I tried to keep to their normal color schemes!! :) 

Are all these outfits practical for what I made a beach wedding on a whim? Absolutely not 

I gave pretty much all of them some sort of heels even if they are technically wedges which is better but STILL 

Beaches are fun and easy ish to draw and I never do backgrounds anyways give me a break lol 

But anyways I think that’s all my thoughts!!!

So Legzi & Ryjinah ride into the sunset on their noble steed Jacob Horse :)

[daily-eah-headcannons]

Imma do both (Ramona in another post) @oklotea

There's alot here.

Sparrow and Raven have accidentally wore the exact same outfit....more than once.

Sparrows dad is extremely anti-destiny, his dad will and has fought someone for calling him Robin Hood.

His dad's name is Jay-Hood, Maiden Miriam's name is Merida Maid. (His mom's name is actually based on in one of the earliest pieces of Robin Hood media that had Maiden Miriam listed as Merida)

His dad hates using Robin Hood to refer to himself because it feels like it dehumanizes him. He also won't refer to others by their fairytale names.

Sparrow follows this idea and has gotten into detention for calling Headmaster Grimm Milton...more than once.

Sparrow learned music from his dad and archery from his mom.

Sparrow is Punk-Goth, it is shown especially in his fashion.

His parents relationship with eachother can best be described as Mortica and Gomez. They are absolutely lovey dovey, his father would give his mom the world if she asked.

Speaking of Mortica Addams, outside of work Maiden Miriam dresses up exactly like her, his dad however dresses up as your typical crust punk with crust pants, a patch jacket and a Mohawk. Side by side they look extremely different.

Sparrow's dad is short, like 5'4 while his mom is 6'2, he's in-between their height at around 5'8 but his boots make him 6'0

Sparrow took his first steps to the song "Let Them Eat War" by Bad Religion

Sparrow used to have stretched ears but then had a bad blowout so now he has regular earrings, he does however have a hidden septum piercing.

He is close with his mom and will sometimes just hang out in her class because he can

Professor Card and his aunt Heather are engaged....so he sometimes goes into Professor Cards class to annoy him.

Him and Cerise aren't distant cousins they're cousins.

When he found out Badwolf was Cerise's dad...he started to go-to his class to annoy him as well.

Him and Melody are friends since both of their parents work at Ever After High.

Most of his clothes are thrifted/hand-me-downs that he's altered.

His aunt Heather is more like a sister since she's really young compared to his dad and other aunt.

There are so many differences between his home and the school that it gets too stressful at some points.

He has a shoe collection so huge it makes Ashlynn jealous.

His BFF is Johnny, the son of Little John who has several chronic conditions, due to this Sparrow makes sure all of their songs can be done sitting down.

Sparrow doesn't care about destiny, he isn't really a royal or rebel since his story is a paradox.

All that said on his page in the story book of legends about his destiny is "for him to "steal and cause chaos" this is because every Robin Hood story is so different that there isn't a right or wrong way to do it.

He is technically a prince but he doesn't like labels, the most he'll do is a crown made of branches.

Source: these are all losely based on some sort of canon....HAVE FUN FINDING THE SOURCES.

[elizajakkbeth]

My attempt at maid outfit Johnny Slaughter 😪🤞

(Pls send me TCM art requests)

[lunarw0rks]

listen, i popped off with the bandaid idea. i think it’s cute. despite the whole… stalking thing… but at this point dude — i’m deranged and find him romantic.

I think it's cute too :(( I'm so lonely... I need a stalker... 😭😭

also... new thought in my messy noggin; so I've been thinking of a halloween outfit—maid outfit !!! except it's cut in half so the chest part is like fully out; just a skirt, some fabric to cover the shoulders, and a collar 😗😗. wearing a skimpy bra with it ���🕺 I have some tattoos so I think it'll be cute!! (plus wouldn't it be cute if I had bruises on my hips from valeria after a party? 🤭)

okay from this exposed torso portion— i want someone —simon fucking riley....to pull it down and just appreciate my tits :( (because of the nipple piercing anon... god they've done something to my noggin... also I'm getting them soon!! soon 🤭🤭)

actually anyone sounds pretty good... imagine soap's warm mouth 😫😫..... oh but valeria would slap and pinch them—they'd swell from her rough tugs... im going silly... hehe okay ttyl 🕺-🍦

or............ hear me out............. all of them at once..........

ghost, val AND soap at a halloween party....... but like... valeria won't share you with two dudes. so she goes first, leaves you ruined before simon and johnny even get started.

gonna ignore the fact that this is unrealistic and valeria would probably never share you, let alone w the 141 BUT Y'KNOW WHAT LEAVE ME ALONE-

[dragonwysper]

Heyyy me again. Do you have a design for johnny truant? :0

Would love to see it if you do ^^

Yes!! I have a couple drawings of him!

Colors on the last two were taken from someone else's drawing of him, but yeah !! The guy !!!

[motorcycle-boyy]

stebe eandle hcs 🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯🔥bhems my absolut faovirte !!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈🆙🆙🆙🆙🆙🆙🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯🔩🔩🔩🔩🔩🔩🔩🔩🔩🔩💯💯💯💯🦾🦾🦾🦾🦾🦾🦾🦾🦾🦾🦾🦾🦾😈🦾🦾

RANDOM STEVE RANDLE HCS YEAHHH HELLZ YEAH WAHOO (late asf)

he has a guinea pig name louis the third he secretly collects vintage teacups (shh) wants to be the first person to build a flying car vroom vroom hes kinda punk >:P would play red dead redemption has put plastic in the oven THREE times ate play dough as a kid his favourite snack is chocolate chip little bites HE LOVES CHIC-FIL-A soda paid him to wear a maid outfit once refuses to get into a car accident, is very aware. does not want to ruin his precious cars cares about pony and johnny way more than he lets on PANSEXUAL PRINCESS he/they agender person yessirrr fucking LOVES rollercoasters forces soda to go on a carousel/merry-go-round eats raw limes firm believer in ghosts and owns a oujia board goes to drag races (the car kind and the ru paul kind) would have posted thirst traps on musical.ly fucking HATES the cold smells like axe body spray and motor oil his kisses are always a make out. you dont ever get a regular kiss i have a hc that hes puerto rican, do with that what you will pro bowler mastered wii sports baseball too he loves making blueberry pie but he almost burns down the kitchen every time his favourite fruit is blueberries overprotective bby :( when he gets high he goes outside and kisses trees anyway all i can think of right now!! might do a pt2 LMK IF U WANT AN NSFW VERSION

[writingfromasgard]

Tell me more about the cat maid what came with it

NOPE.

That's all you get. Instead think about Johnny wearing it.

He would be the most likely to be a game streamer imo and wear gimmicky costumes for $$$.

Someone would send him the outfit and he'd flex - RIIIIIIPPPPP the sleeves immediately

[cow-stealin-gal]

Current projects I gotta do because of promises:

Exe flipping you off (still IMAGE because I don't understand animation enough yet)

Exe in a maid dress

Mascot in a maid dress

Felix in a Leon Kennedy fit

The angels finished design... Fun...(<definitely didn't smudge the outfit notes with tears making them unreadable)

Oh and also sorry to tell you this but the kenshi Takahashi x johnny cage fanfic is cancelled due to JESUS CHRIST FUCKING HELL SCHOOL IS HARD

The Taka what now?

Anyways, I also have a few unfinished projects.

I haven’t finished the comic that I told Draco about.

Then there’s a few OC cards that I wanted to make.

Then there’s Booger Bonanza…so much to unpack.

Lastly….I skipped a whole bunch of College assignments….I’m fucked.