#making fiends starter

[cupheadboi]

@spooky-jumpropes to Marvin:

"Is...is SHE still here?!" Cuphead was quivering in the school closet, frantically whispering. He had caught a glimpse of the green pig-tailed girl, right before she sent a monster after him, a black beast with slobbery, sharp white teeth and dead white eyes. It would have snapped him in half if he didn't get away in time!

[zootzbootz]

here's a fun silly post. a list of (almost) all of our like- fandoms and shit 😋😋 if ur also in any of these- (ESP the more obscure ones) pls pls talk to us teeheheheheeee

- the mark side

- lalaloopsy

- starters (movieunleashers)

- fundamental paper education

- dude where's my juul

- smiling friends

- welcome to the statehouse/table

- hetalia (kinda. I LITERALLY JUST LIKE THE CHARACTERS 😭😭😭)

- ok ko

- south park

- mlp

- lost ollie

- dick figures (I hate to admit this LMFAO)

- animal crossing

- miitopia

- animatic battle

- making fiends

- monster high (esp the new gen 😞)

- word girl

- avenue q

- run (the coolmathgame)

- pinky and pepper forever

and there's probably more but I'm too lazy to list them or can't rember rn 😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞

[regularshcw]

PENNY STARTER CALL -- multis, specify your muse, feel free to specify verse if you want a specific au, personals and non-rp dni or i'll bite your head off

[2-dsimp]

《The smutty hitman chronicles》

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→【The Hacker: Milkies?】

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! throatpie, deep throating, praise, overstimulation, mention of lactation, breeding, and impregnation.

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『Yandere! Hacker that’s always spontaneous in everything he does. Whether it be from wrecking enemy databases or just casually trolling people online to pass the time. His unpredictable nature shines true in any setting he’s in.』

『Yandere! Hacker who’s the definition of an orange cat boyfriend. Always unhinged and in general an overly affectionate bundle of jittery joy when it comes to his loving darling.』

『Yandere! Hacker who loves everything about you from head to toe and is fascinated time and time again by your body anatomy. Reason why he’s got his hands on you 24/7 and due to his boundless obsession and curiosity. As to how you function on a daily basis being so soft and squishy compared to his lithe and hardened form. Regardless, You’re always kept on your toes whenever you’re in close quarters with the clingy fiend.』

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“Yujin, honey, are you alright? You’re spacing out again.”

『You hummed in an amused tone as you looked from beneath your lashes. To see your hacker boyfriend eyeing you with an intense glint in his sharp feline eyes that were up to no good. You jolted slightly when you felt him abruptly shove his hands down your crop top to greedily cup both of your jiggling boobs. Giving them a good hard knead.』

“Yeah, uh huh I’m fine babes it’s just—Wow! Your tits are so heavy and perky! So perfect to suck on…”

『Yujin drawled, dumbly in pure admiration as he went on to pinch and tweak at both of your nipples like they were joysticks. All the while his fleshy tip lightly dragged against your lips and chin smearing precum all over your face. As you were on your knees fondling his hairless balls and jerking off his pulsating shaft.』

“I read somewhere that mentioned how woman could lactate. Is that true? Of so, can you make that happen like right now, pretty please? I really wanna start milking you plus I’m thirsty.”

『He begged needily as he was completely fixated on your enticing mounds. Which had him utterly whipped at the thought of seeing milk dribble out those puffy areolas. That Yujin adored and revered to be the cutest thing of all. All the while he let out a throaty purr from how you started to lavish your wet tongue on his cockhead coaxing his salty sweet pre straight from the tap』

“Jin, listen I’d have to get pregnant in order to lactate. I can’t just do it at will on my own. It doesn't really work that way hon”

『You explained gently from how oblivious the 20 year old lynx hybrid sounded. Remembering how Yujin admitted that he didn’t have any definitive knowledge on the birds in the bees. Since he was raised in a very sheltered environment for most of his upbringing by strict caregivers.』

“Oh really? Well that's an easy fix! I could easily knock you up if that's what it takes baby cakes! All I gotta do is make sure to cram my spunk in every cute little hole you've got right?”

『Yujin chimed with a fanged lopsided grin and before you could even correct him with the right terminology. He suddenly thrusted his hips, forcing his thick cock deep into your mouth with each drawback of his pelvis.』

“Now that I think about it, I guess creaming your lovely throat would be good for starters~ you’d love that huh baby? I can just tell from from the way that sweet pussy is dripping all over the carpet~”

『He cooed lovingly, staring down at you while meanly squeezing your cheeks to get a close up at his dick. That was stretching open those plump lips that he fantasized kissing for all eternity. You were gripping his thighs for life support trying not to choke』

『As Yujin became Hellbent on pumping your throat full of his jizz to help fulfill his agenda. Of turning you into his lovely milk dispenser so that he’d be able to suckle on your swollen breasts. And admire his litter growing inside of your tummy for hours on end whenever he's slaving away in his room full of monitors and PCs.』

“Oh fuck, I think imma cum soon! You’re doing so good for me, so fucking good! just like I knew my pretty girl would. I swear Imma take the best care of you, make sure that my mate never goes in need of anything”

『He babbled, drooling from the tightness of your esophagus closing in on his throbbing meat. In tandem with how you squeezed his family jewels that were bloated with semen ready to make its home inside of you. And It doesn’t take long before Yujin goes completely ridgid tangling his clawed fingers in your scalp to further plant his crotch right against your face.』

『You could only process a deep hiss escaping your lover as your mouth was filled with nothing but his thick warm seed. He held your head in place and forcing you to savor every last drop of his cum that marinated your tastebuds. Yujin whined softly in protest at the thought of pulling away too soon.』

『The Hacker almost didn’t wanna pull out of your heavenly jaws at all but he still had his quota to fill. So with great reluctance he pulled out and look down at you with satisfaction. Brandishing a smile full of childlike chagrin as he sent you clutching for your pearls with his daunting words. Which hinted at the fact that you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.』

“Welp that’s one hole down baby only two more to go~ but this time I’mma fill ya up more than once since I gotta make sure that it all sticks mkay?”

[iiannabxth]

class of 09 girls + their aesthetics bc i’m tired of people not getting them.

(minor tw for sh & ed):

jecka: she’s literally a preppy, trendy 2000s teen. she wears lacoste/abercrombie polo shirts, hollister skinny jeans, american eagle, bebe jackets, and juicy couture. a lot of her clothes come from her mom’s job, as apparently her mom gets them for free.

she is a “pharma-princess” and openly idolizes paris hilton. she smokes cigarettes and casually abuses painkillers. she may be a little trashy, but she dresses like any other fashionable girl from that era.

nicole: for starters, shes lower middle class. her mom buys the cheapest internet and cable packages, as well as having nicole on the assisted lunch plan. with that being said, she’s not buying a ton of miss me jeans, bb belts, or affliction shirts. shes a hot topic/spencers fiend bc she can steal it. her outfits are usually a hoodie, tank top, or t-shirt with ripped skinny jeans- which is to say they aren’t very complicated. i think people get confused and try and dress her in the modern “y2k” fashion, but it doesn’t really work for her.

shes severely depressed and winning the idagf war, which is shown in her makeup and nails. i think her makeup routine is very messy and smudged, but thats lowkey the look.

emily: shes rich, but she doesn’t care or acknowledge it. she can buy whatever she wants, but chooses to go for the grungey/emo look. even though she’s the most “scene” character, she still follows a few trends- ex: the lifeguard hoodie. her hair is definitely damaged by the box bleach she uses and the excessive use of her straightener. i also think she 100% has raccoon eyes (in the avril lavigne-way.)

she parties with her sketchy boyfriends, day drinks, and does almost any drug she can get her hands on. she’s suicidal and highkey crazy, which results in her tattoos and scars. (the excessive SH-culture is completely on brand for the 2000s.)

ari: borderline manic pixie dream girl going through a sexuality crisis. she’s almost emo, but not quite. she wears winged eyeliner and red lipgloss. her wardrobe consists of mostly graphic tee shirts and skinny + bootcut jeans. she dyes her hair because “no one understands her,” but she still has a decent relationship with her parents.

she used to be a girl scout, so she definitely cuts her own hair and thinks it’s rebellious. i think her favorite shoe would be black high top converse.

kelly: is the definition of a trendy, trashy, 2000s girl. kelly is also rich (as stated by jecka.) she’s popular with the boys because she’s pretty, has big boobs, and dtf. she wears a lot of hollister, wet seal, juicy couture, and victoria secret. i think she would wear a full face of makeup to school. her hair is dyed blonde but she keeps the roots grown out just a little.

megan: 2000s THEATRE KID!! she’s ARTSY, not EMO. she’s apparently pretty, but not pretty enough to be constantly hit on. she wears a lot of media/pop culture clothing and jeans. her hair color is her natural hair color and her nail polish is always chipped.

jecka & hunter say she’s a christian girlie, so most of her outfits are more modest and toned down compared to some of the other girls. she probably wears minimal makeup unless she’s doing a show.

karen: she’s dorky and nerdy to the extreme. she looks very mousy and homely. she likes twilight and harry potter + she works at a library (and is strict about the rules.) karen likes and is good at school. she probably only wears mascara and medicated chapstick, as well as her glasses. she has a messy bob that she never styles.

she’s also insecure about her body, as jecka and nicole make her relapse on her ED, so she wears baggier clothing than any of the other characters.

i think she would wear sketchers and jeggings.

anywho, i like this game and im also super into the genuine 2000s fashion, so a part of me dies whenever i see someone say “nicole listens to ayesha erotica!!” or “jecka wears affliction and bb belts!” girl bffr.

[dogboytim]

Hi, so this will be really embarrassing if I’m the only one who withs this, but Thomas Hewitt has a huge dump truck back there, and personally I am very much a butt girl. If you have a juicy booty. Lawd 🛐🛐 (respectfully)

Anyway now for my request, imagine slapping Thomas’s juicy booty but like not in a mean way more playful, like him just walking by then, WHACK ✋.

Sorry if that’s weird I had to get it out

Good day :)

Sorry this took so long!! This probably isn’t my best but I’ve been working nonstop 😭

First thing’s first, Thomas isn’t really used to any physical affection

Like, all the physical touch he has received wasn’t the best

You spanking him was definitely strange for starters

It had been a while since you first moved in to the Hewitt household. You had originally planned to just breeze through the town but your truck had ran out of gas. You ended up meeting Thomas and the rest is history.

Your husband would do anything for you. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone if they so much as looked at you funny. Thankfully, Thomas understood how you felt about killing but he was also grateful that you understood that it was his familys’ means of survival. They had to kill in order to eat. Luda Mae and Hoyt sure as hell weren’t driving all the way to the big cities just to shop.

You had just gotten back from shopping. You were in the kitchen preparing some potato soup. Thomas loved your potato soup. Speaking of your husband, you could see him clearly from the kitchen window. He was out helping Hoyt set the bear traps. You had caught him at a good time too. The way those jeans hugged his ass when he bent over was enough to make your mouth water. Damn how’d you get so lucky.

Your eyes occasionally stole glances at him, trying to catch a nice view of his ass every time. Sadly, they had just finished setting the last one up which meant they would come inside to cool off. “Lucky me.” You grinned.

You fiend innocence when your husband walked past you. He was making his way to the fridge when SMACK.

He immediately jolted up, turning to look at you with wide eyes. Had you just smacked his ass? He looked confused and it only got worse when you laughed.

“Maybe don’t walk around with such a fat ass and I won’t smack it.” You teased, returning your focus to your soup.

Oh you were so gonna get it later.

[asexxxualerotica]

Open RP Starter: Keyleth’s Hellish Fate

And here she thought their trip to the City of Brass couldn’t get much worse. First, they had been caught trying to steal the Plate of the Dawnmartyr, and then they’d been conscripted to assassinate a fiendish lord in order to earn it. When that had failed, also, and they’d been assailed by the city’s guards, she’d sworn they’d have no choice but to flee—and when her teammates instead chose to stand and fight, she could do nothing but watch as they were beaten, and all of them taken in chains.

She’d assumed that was the worst of it. She was wrong.

“Now then, my fine fiends and fiery fellows, our next prize up for bidding is a beauty indeed,” the sneering tone of the Cambion up on the stage rolled over the raucous jeers tossed up to her, making Keyleth shudder in the sheer slave silks she wore. “Half-elven maiden, young and fair—and only lightly used, it seems. She will make a fine addition to any collection! With that in mind…shall we start the bidding at, say…5,000 gold pieces?”

[ofdarkestdesires]

Open RP Starter: A Confused Conjuring

Well now wasn’t this a fine howdy-do? Millie had heard the old wives tales about fiends being summoned from hell to serve wizards and mages and make pacts, but those days were long gone! No one in the mortal world knew the ancient rites, and no fiend—let alone an imp like herself—had been summoned like that in almost half a millennium!

And yet, just as she was getting ready to go to bed, she had felt an odd tugging at her feet, and found herself being yanked through a portal that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, tossed around between the planes like on a roller coaster, before landing in her same naked state she’d been in before, on a magic circle in some dark and dusty room.

“Wha’the hell? Oi, swee’cheeks, where’e hell am I? ‘Cause this sure as hell ain’t the hell I know!” she exclaimed, looking up at the figure she could just make out past the faintly glowing candles that formed a ring around the circle.

[sinning-23]

Glass Chandelier

Warnings; 18+ swearing, some hints at masturbation, buggy is a drama starter, sanji is failing at keeping his hands off your body.

Link to Chapter 3

Enjoy-

Chapter 4

"Wow, you got another one? Already?!" A fourth and more....irritating voice speaks.

You tense again, brows angled down. Firstly, who was speaking, and second what the hell did he mean another one?

"I mean at least she's not ditsy like the rest of you idiots."

You raise a brow at Sanji then the rest of the so-called crew. Zoro sighed heavily, taking the bag you hadn't seen previously off his hip and slamming it rather aggressively onto a barrel.

The reveal was far more interesting than you anticipated, a severed head adorned with a large red nose and a red and white striped bandanna. It beams up at you, the face paint around its lips only accentuating his cheshire grin. You mutter a light 'the fuck...', leaning in a bit to truly try and figure out what the hell you were looking at.

“Not too close sweetheart, I bite.” It wiggles its brows, the innuendo making you scoff.

“Dickless and still talkin'.” You shoot back. The clown head is quicker.

“My mouth can do plenty honey, trust me.” It flicks its tongue and...detaches it?!

Oh wow gross-

“Why are you even speaking right now? Unless you have something useful to say, shut up.” Zoro interrupts.

The clown head rolls its eyes and does an awkward hop/shuffle to turn and look at the map.

“This one knew where to go without me even saying anything. Which meannnss?”

You tense, shuffling back and forth a bit, truly debating if you should punch this thing in the mouth or, better yet square in the nose. That'd shut it up. At this point Zoro has his gaze locked on you, it's somewhat unreadable but serious no less. Next is Luffy, then Usopp, and lastly Sanji. Wow, staring contest of the goddamn century.

"She's obviously been there before and could even be working for the bastard. God you guys are stupid. If I were you I'd ask pretty crucial questions before just throwing any random board my ship."

Luffy is quiet, looking from the map, and then back to you.

"You're already dealing with the aftermath of that as we speak HA! You'll end up doing it again if you keep bringing these random broads. " The clown head speaks, that same grin on his face.

"Yeah well, it's not like the fishy bastard took a chunk out of this 'broads' shoulder. You were stuck in a fuckin bag for that part though, huh Ronald Mcdonald?" Ouhhh the irritation in your voice is wicked.

His jaw drops as he fiends offense. This jackass has been active for no more than 5 minutes and he's already worked his way under your skin. Speaking of which, it's practically melting off as the rest of your 'crew' continue to stare for an answer. The clown had a point, they hadn't asked any questions and you'd just ended up being aboard with Sanji.

"Now's a good time to start talking," Zoro speaks finally, his hand ready at his sword. The last thing you wanted was tension among the people you'd most likely be spending an extended amount of time with. Despite this, your finger itches towards your picks in response.

"Oh yeah 'cause you talk plenty, don't you. I know the way because I've seen Arlong before. I made an assumption if you were even listening that he MIGHT be there still. That'll be the last time I call myself trying to be helpful. Or is 'useful' more of a term you'd like?" You'd hardly realized how close you'd gotten to the man, the sneer ever-present on your lips. Sanjis' at your side, giving a touch over your hips to try and reel you back.

It's quiet again but that clown's laughter rings loud and clear enough to offset the current debacle.

"Ha! Struck a nerve there. Listen, she is right though, you're gonna head in that direction. We get to the island and sing kumbaya, I get my body you get the girl, and everyone's happy!" He jokes, hobbling again to turn his head.

What a fabulous start to the tip. A panic attack and almost a fight. Simply fucking splendid. God, you needed a drrink.

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It's dark now, and you hadn't left this room since you'd found it hours ago. You needed to reset. Gods know the longer you stay and interact with these strange characters you'd fucking explode. For some odd reason, in your newly adopted quarters you can still feel his phantom touch.

It lingers, something you make note of. The small of your back tingles, as does your waist and shoulder. Your neck and chin tinge and tingle in delight, resulting in a shiver that shimmies its way up your curves spine. Oh right...that's why they so prominent right now. Becaus you were filthy and couldn't help but let your fingers slip past your panties.

The ship rocks and creacks and with each splash of waves against the hull, much like the waters, you drip.

Promiscuous and touch-starved.

How long had it been since someone had been gentle with you, let their hands ghost over your skin. It didn't matter, you'd found ways to satiate the need, even if it was just temporary. You freeze when there's a knock at your door.

You take a breath, notn quite trusting your voice.

"One moment."

Slipping on a spare night dress in a hurry, you open the door.

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She's beautiful. Her eyes were low and glossy, and her pupils were blown wide. Her chest rises and falls as the ruffles on the nightdress adorn her body so prettily. What is it she reminds me of? I can't seem to put my finger on it.

"I saved you a plate. Luffy was supposed to come tell you but he sid you didn't respond." I speak, seeing her breathe catch for a second.

Her lips part just a pinch and it finally rings in my head.

A doll.

"Thank you. I'm sorry I couldn't join you sooner, bad attitude still."

I smile, my hand clenched in my pocket. Fuck my palms are sweaty. Shaking my head in response, I panic at the silence that follows. It was just like earlier when we first parted. I wanted to ask her if she was okay. If anything I'd know what a panic attack looks like and with the way her face seemed paler than before, and her hands shook, I couldn't be far off. Or maybe it was just sea sickness. Didn't matter, some things just were my place to ask. But I can't catch the question before it's out my mouth and in the air.

"Are you alright?"

She breathes heavily, shoulder slumping in exhale as she avoids my gaze. There it is. Whatever it was she was either gonna tell me a half-truth or a lie.

"Splendid."

Lie

I nod looking down the hall as if it'd help me escape and prevent any further questions I had from prospering. I was wrong.

"Fancy a drink?"

It's simultaneous and we laugh, so natural and her laugh is damn melodic.

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Sanji was without a doubt one of the most talented chefs you'd ever had the pleasure of eating from. The food in front of you was proof of that. You can't help but melt at every bite of the dish before you, it was just so freaking good. Maybe it's cause you haven't had a proper meal in about a day or two as well. Mix that little fact with the wine he keeps pouring and you're done for.

Conversation flows easily, the two of you letting whatever comes to mind simply pass with each moment.

"So, about what he said earlier.." Sanji begins, inhaling from his cigarette as you swallow down the wine you'd just drank.

"The clown or Zoro? Either way, they were right to be cautious. I'm not a threat that's for sure though." You explain.

He hums in response, leaning against his hair with spread legs. Fuck his thighs look good strained against the fabric of his slacks.

"It's been a long time since I've been on a ship. I... I was on one years ago and I traveled to the exact island were going to. Arlong was stationed there and I guess I just never forgot my way back." You explain, tracing the rim of the glass. Not like you had a choice to forget where it was...

"You don't have to explain to me. We've both got trauma, we grow and we get better. You seem to have gotten better." He admits, gaze unwavering.

"Damn, I should be an actress then cause I'm one traumatic event from falling apart." You spoke as he laughs

Sarcastic humor seemed to be his forte and you couldn't help but feed into it, each giggle that slips past your lips creeping its way closer to a full belly laugh. And when he smiles like that, so pretty it makes your chest squeeze. His piercing peeks out just a little, mouth wide with a smile as he tilts his head back.

You sigh, sipping at the wine again, your both a bottle in, the second one nearing its end.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're spoiling me Sanji." You hum, his smile was still present, blue eyes scanning your frame.

He stands, taking your empty plate before approaching the sink and speakng.

"You think so? Pretty girls shouldn't have to eat alone. Thought you'd like company" He admits, washing the dish, awaiting a response.

You finish off your glass and set it in the sink. He pauses for a moment, realising just how close you were, almost pressed against his back.

"Not a girl blondie." You whisper, the wine definitely sinking into your system if it hadn't before.

He swears, squeezing the sponge and plate. Any harder and it'd shatter.

The veins in his forearms are strained and you let yourgaze linger. As if your thought weren't far from ur at the moment this was only making it worse. You reach around him, just barely missing the curve o his hips.

"What're you-"

"A woman."

You shut the water off, stepping away from him with coy smile

"Thank you for the meal and the wine. It was lovely, Sanji."

He swears again, trying to cove it up with a laugh and another smile. Too late, you can see right past the facade.

"Ah, of course. Get some rest, Y/n"

Safe to say you love how Sanji says your name.

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Morning comes quick and docking is quicker. Sanji is carrying the clown head sack this time and he doesn't seem too thrilled about it. You figured it best not to these him cause you could very well end up carrying the damn thing yourself if you didn't find his body. You manage to slip into some extra clothes, considering the ones you were wearing when this little excursion started were thoroughly torn from the fight.

Your shoes weren't practical but they'd have to do for now. A simple cream-colored blouse with a neckline that dipped almost too far down paired with some pants that were almost too tight was what you sported. Until your next docking point, you'd definitely have to make this last and maybe not have it get fucked up in a fight.

Though you didn't know much about this 'Nami' besides her name, you could feel whatever anxiety from the rest of the crew sink into your skin and turn your tummy. No one really spoke. Well, besides Usopp trying to convince everyone that he should go back to the ship.

You try keeping pace, Luffy and Zoro at the front, Sanji in the middle, Usopp and yourself lagging behind. Since he was the only one really talking, it wouldn't hurt to chat back.

"Soooo Nami, you guys know each other long?" You ask, slowing down so that you're side by side.

"No, but it feels like I have. I know she wouldn't do this to us just because. She's not that kind of person." He speaks, eyes solemn. If you were thinking correctly, each one of these 'crew' members, yourself included was picked up from somewhere else.

"I see. How did you end up on this crew anyway?" You ask, opening a door you had no idea about.

Usopp was about to tell you the story of a lifetime.

Authors note: heyyyy everyone here's chapter 4 a little longer than chapter 3. I'm really trying to like build this up before we get to the super 18+ parts but uhhh we got our first little taste lol. As stated before lmk if you'd like to be added to the taglist :D

Taglist: : @waannty @strangermeats @nymeriiia @noom147

[rimeswithpurple]

Thank you @hushed-chorus, @blackberrysummerblog & @ileadacharmedlife for the tags! I've got a lot going on this week in the lead up to Rainbow's book signing and back to school. A quick aside, I'm still buzzing from successfully executing my first 3-turn in my ice skating class last night! I've struggled in advancing beyond the basics and going backwards on one foot has been my Everest.

I've got to start on the gum paste dragon wings to recreate the petit fours from Simon's birthday today (naturally, I didn't save the original wing template 😩). I'll be making those and a mini version of the butter cake for Rainbow. Hopefully, I'll remember to take pictures of the process this time.

I think I might be past the halfway point on my cardigan's sleeve! I noticed a good bit of progress from the last time I took a picture of it

I almost finished my vacation knitting project, all that's left are the straps. There were plenty of opportunities to knit in a lounge chair while sipping tropical drinks and it was a great conversation starter! Other fiber artists would stop and chat and it was really lovely.

In my infinite wisdom, I had the bright idea to sew Littlest Purple's school uniform this year. She's joining her sister at big kid school and I really don't like the skirts and dresses I've bought in the past. Eight yards of fabric later, I've cut out enough pattern pieces for three skirts and three dresses (bonus: they all have pockets!). School starts on Monday, so all the pressure. At least I get to use the cute little tags I've accumulated!

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[botanikos]

The stars have much to say; it is time to listen. What are your wishes?

Hello friends and fiends! This post will serve as a codex, allowing me to know who of my mutuals encourages and desires to have an abundance of interactions! Please only LIKE this post if you consent to the things below and would enjoy them! Additionally, I am very receptive of the same!

☪ receiving frequent / random asks ☪ being tagged / mentioned in random starters, asks, etc. ☪ being messaged for occasional ooc conversation + plotting ☪ headcanon inclusion (making them around/about our muses and their dynamics) ☪ shipping potentials / desires (if and where applicable) ☪ being sent songs, aesthetics, moodboards, etc.

MUTUALS ONLY — like if you are okay with the above! Do not reblog!

[aziraphales-library]

hi! i love this blog, thank you so much for running it. i was wondering if you knew of any fics that explore crowley’s relationship with gender? i know you have the trans crowley tag, but human AUs aren’t really my thing so i’m looking for something more specific i guess. ik neil has said angels and demons in GO don’t really have a gender (at least not in any way that’s comprehensible to humans), but i still think there’s something to be said about the way crowley experiments with gender presentation over the millenia. i was wondering if you knew of any fics that aren’t human AUs that explore the feelings behind that. sorry for the weirdly specific request lol i just really feel the need to project my gender feelings onto this fictional demon i guess

Hello! You will have more luck with our #genderfluid crowley tag, so do check that out! Here are more non-human aus to add...

Am-ace-ing by Ineffable_Ezra (M)

Crowley through the ages discovering their sexuality and gender identity

Sweet As Pie by DrWhoIsGinnyHolmes (T)

It’s taken Crowley over 6000 years to figure out where they stood in the world, but as of right now, they knew three things: one - they were still a demon amongst humans who would go along with Hell just as far as they could, two - that they were in love with an Angel who happened to be just as in love with them, and most recently, three - they were genderfluid, according to human standards, and wished to present more feminine. Now they just have to tell Aziraphale.

Of sunsets and evening gowns by Bones_the_beloved (T)

The angel was strange For starters, he knew that they were supposed to be enemies. That the divine had urged them all on to smite every demon within smithing range. What he also knew though, was that Aziraphale would not be doing any smithing and that hiding from the rain under an angel's wing was comfortable and way more so than he had deemed appropriate -Or- A brief history of a fallen angel, his soulmate, his struggle with gender and a ineffable happy ending

From Eden by iwillsithereandtrytocontribute (T)

5 Times Crowley Felt Uncomfortable in His Skin and 1 Time it Felt Right

Crowley discovers gender by Just_an0ther_author (G)

The human idea of genders has always been hard to understand for Crowley. When he was first sent up to Earth from hell and started living in human societies he had to pick one. Just pick one, it's not that hard. But as Crowley learned, it's not a choice he can make once and be happy with it forever. Crowley struggling with his gender through the ages. Featuring a very confused angel who is just trying to be supportive.

Flights of Fancy by Ineffable_Duck (E)

When emotions were created they spread like a plague and caused so much more harm than good, with Aziraphale stuck in the eye of the storm. Aziraphale decided that it would be safest to avoid them entirely, as much as he was able. If only Crowley would stop prodding at that particular wound. He really was a cruel fiend. Aka the one where Crowley has no trouble telling Aziraphale how much he loves him, but Aziraphale is still oblivious as ever, because demons can't love, right?

- Mod D

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𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘆 •︎ Il Dottore x Male Reader

This is Chapter 2. You can read the prologue here. Chapter 1 here. Or the book on Wattpad here.

"Yes, sorry to interrupt, but who is 'he'?" Dottore, questioned as he was taking notes.

"Ah, sorry my deepest apologies I forgot I'm not speaking to someone from my own planet. He is (Y/N) (L/N). This man is awful enough that some people can't even bear to utter his name only referring to him as he." Feno said with an awkward chuckle.

"I see, what despicable acts did this man commit to earn such a reputation for himself?"

"Ah, for starters he was the sole reason for 3 World wars, there were other wars and battles he had a hand in too, mass genocide, annihilating clans, sending races and creatures into and near extinction and the list goes on. For example, the parasites you see were actually a butterfly beetle hybrid. They are called Hendra. They are quite passive creatures and will curiously follow humans just because they find you interesting. They are extinct except for the modified, dark magic-imbued versions he cross-bred, and the crossbred ones are ANYTHING but friendly."

"I see, tell me more," Dottore said as he motioned for Viva to follow along as the three entered the portal, stepping into a new world.

"Ah, my Henda is gone... no worries. I'll make sure to send more than one next time." I said with a heavy sigh, moving away from my desk, dragging the heavy chain that was around my neck.

"200 years..." I paused to add another tick to the brick tower wall. "200 years since that cursed woman imprisoned me with her pathetic little spell. If it wasn't for the fact that I was drunk at a feast... hah... I would have had her head on a silver platter."

200 years without seeing the sun, moon, and stars. 200 years without being able to enjoy a decent fight. 200 years without any contact with the outside world, other than through my Controlled Hendra. And where are my good-for-nothing followers? GONE. It was infuriating! Me, an esteemed powerful wizard, reduced to nothing but a children's bedtime story or to be blamed whenever famine came upon these pathetic creatures. While Ruka... Ruka was deemed a god?

"If it weren't for me Ruka wouldn't even know what power is! Why.. why that blasted Elven woman would be still busy doing her foolish latern dances!" I ranted on as I trudged over to my bed. Weighed down by the heavy enchanted chain that bound me to this tower.

"It's alright. Today the tides have changed in my favor, Dottore... from the brief viewing of his memories, he seems like my kind of guy... Maybe, just maybe, I can use this fool to not only conquer Lumar but Teyvat too!"

"Ah, yes, welcome to Lumar travelers from Teyvat!"

"Lumar is so beautiful..." Viva said in awe as she walked around the garden.

Dottore moved to walk around the garden too. "Feno, where are we in Lumar exactly?"

"This is the garden of the temple, located in the Rosokha Empire it's kept in pristine shape as Lady Ruka adores floral."

"Who is this 'Lady Ruka?' Is she that woman in the statue of the underground temple? And is she the same woman in the state of the fountain? She seems like she's an important part of your history." Dottore said as he sat down on a beautiful fountain. It was the same statue of the Elven women, but this time her pose was simply holding a candle, but the difference is she was wearing a long robe and was decorated from head to toe with jewels.

"She must be a hero, or maybe the wife of a King!" Viva piped in only to receive a glare from Dottore.

"Ah, but Lady Ruka is far more than just that! She is our beautiful Goddess! As I recall telling you about (Y/N) (L/N) earlier... 200 years ago, she fought against him, and many hours later she came out triumphant. Imprisoning the fiend so he could no longer continue his reign of terror! Not only that, she's so modest that she requests we don't refer to her as Goddess but just 'Lady'." Feno had told the tale with such passion that it reminded Dottore of how Pierro speaks of the Tsaritsa at times.

"She sounds like Archons back in Teyvat! Right, Feno?" Viva smiled as she said this.

"Yes, a lot like your archons."

"Hey Feno, how do you know so much about Teyvat yet the portal was closed for so long?"

"Yes, how do you know? I'm curious myself, and thank you for finally making a comment that's worth listening to Viva." Dottore said causing Viva to look towards the ground to avoid his annoyed gaze.

"Now, now, all comments are worth listening to! But, we have archives dating back 400 years to when the portal was open. It was sealed a little over 150 years ago as we used it as a way to banish His... underlings. I would be happy to give you copies of it all to take back to Teyvat after showing you around Lumar. I at least want to show you around the Rosokha Empire, the Kingdom our fair Lady Ruka rebuilt."

"I see. Why not," Dottore said. "I planned on taking notes along the way, so this will be good. Although, are there other Empires or Kingdoms? Are they ruled similarly to how Archons rule Teyvat?" Dottore questioned eagerly.

"I see you are excited my dear, Dottore. You'll learn everything you wish to know about Lumar in due time. But, yes, Lumar is ruled similarly like that with Gods having their own nation. But we don't have Visions, Gnosis, or Celestia, and Gods are nowhere near abundant enough for there to be wars among gods. At least we believe so."

"I see." Dottore said as he took a moment to jot this all down.

"Can we meet Lady Ruka?"

【︎ᴜᴘ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɪɪ...】︎

ルカと帝国 ❀

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penny tag dump !

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[fearlessmonk]

.Anastasia AU starter. | @myristicisms

Midgar was that of royalty. When Sephiroth ruined the royal family, there were rumors of only one sibling survived, after the other woman who had survived had made screen time. Aerith, the last cetra was alive and well, pleading the people to find her Lockhart. Even if it were merely the body, she placed a reward on the missing after the plate had fallen. Midgar had been torn to shambles.

Leaving the orphanage; the idea was one that Tifa had dreamed of for a while. Yet, when the time came, she was hesitant. She was fortunate to score a job not too far from town, but the trek was a frustrating one. Through the Junkyard filled with fiends and down Sector 5. Once she got on the road, she searched for a sign of any kind, continually asking aloud to no one. Was she going in the right direction? Life sure liked to play silly games, throwing people for a whirl when they least expect. The only belongings she held were the clothes on her back, and a special white materia that sat on a chain around her neck.

As if asking for the sign had been answered, a cat seemed to appeared from nothing as it jumped from the bushes. It didn't speak, but as it beckoned, it guided her. A sigh left her, hesitant to follow but swallowing her gut and doing so anyway. Focused on the feline, she didn't even realize when she bumped into a tall man with black hair. Apologizing, she rushed by to continue following the feline. Groaning, her arms fell to her sides. "When I asked for a sign, I was hoping for something a little more clear." Tifa murmured aloud.

Finally, the cat drew to a stop once at the stoop of an old church. The building was tall, wooden doors protecting the entry way. The cat pawed the doors, as if requesting entry. With a sigh, Tifa obeyed the request.

It was a lovely place, even with broken floorboards and roofing. At the center in the flooring, a bed of flowers seemed to shine in the light. Tifa cautiously approached, a ping in her chest triggering from the sight of the flowers. It was something of the royal family she recognized from photos and announcements that princess Aerith would make amongst the town. Gazing longingly, lovingly at them, Tifa imagined what it would be royalty; her body carrying itself as she explored her daydream. Raggedy clothing evolved into a beautiful gown as her feet moved as if she held a dance partner. There was something to a dream, but she was quickly dragged from it as she heard footsteps approach. Chest grew tight as she tried to find cover amongst the pews.

[poetrysings]

location: Central park

status: Open starter ( @bhqextras )

Skilled hands trace lines with charcoal on an old sketchbook, nose scrunched up deep with concentration, tongue trapped by white pearls as Violet observes in silence as a few mallards float around the great Harlem Meer and she hums in delight when the sunbeams touch every visible part of her skin, the warmth provided inviting enough to thank the gods for the upcoming spring. The artist takes a small piece of sliced grape the actress herself cut that morning and tosses it to the water, watching the wild duck chase after it and come closer to where she currently is sitting. She pays special attention to its beak before turning her attention back to the sketch and tries to replicate every hard line onto paper, not imagining a better way to spend a day off from the grand streets of Broadway.

Her attention is quickly grasped by someone's presence standing somewhere near her; right between the sun-rays her soul so desperately seeks and her, making the brunette look up from her sketchbook as she smiles widely. "Do you wanna give me a hand? I'm just about done but I have a few details left and I need that duck to be close and happy. Mind feeding it these grapes—" she points at the fruit carefully packed on a plastic container "While I finish? I'll pay you fairly. Fair warning, I did saw a lady get chased earlier today by some of these fiends, but that was her own wrong doing for being rude to them and coming too close to their home."