#normally i draw them in t-shirts and hoodies

[wojtekaneko]

More ocs stuff! Here's the main trio: Shiro (upper left), Leon (upper right) and Wojtek (lower center)

My friend found some pretty outfits on tiktok (by cynthiafey_) and I had to draw my guys in them c: Though they certainly wouldn't have clothes like this. Still, it fits their vibes.

[goodeapple]

dry clean only (modern hotd pwp, jace x sister!reader x luke)

pairing : Jacaerys x Ysilla (sister!OC) x Lucerys

warnings : MDNI. jesus where do i start... this is filthyyyyy. PWP, threesome, sibling incest, rimming, anal, DP, slight coercion, sibling incest, accidental voyeurism, unprotected intercourse, breeding kink (ofc), & did i mention sibling incest?

word count : 4,000+

note : i kind of lost my marbles with this one... brain drove straight to Hornyville and set up camp. in the nicest way, if u don't like, don't read <3

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Laundry day. Fucking laundry day.

“Laundry day.” Ysilla had said when Jace stopped her in the hallway, and she shrugged before heading towards her room. So simple, so nonchalant, as if it were normal for her to parade around in nothing but one of his t-shirts. He lasts a solid forty minutes- a new record- before he pauses his game, and yells into the nearly empty house.

“Sil! Get in here!”

She takes her sweet time, minutes passing until she appears in his open doorway, propping her hip up on the jam. “You rang?”

Jace bristles at her nonchalance-ness, bouncing his knee anxiously, still sitting in his gaming chair.  

“You doin’ that on purpose, Silli?” He waves a hand in her direction, a sweep from the tips of her white pedicured toes to the spirals of her midnight curls. 

His sister finishes texting, before at last giving over her attention.

Ysilla bats her feather duster lashes at him, all doe eyes and a pouty pink mouth. “Course not, I told you. Got nothing else that’s clean.” 

“I find that hard to believe…” Jace grumbles. She swipes their mum’s Amex like it’s going out of style. Her wardrobe looks like a Christmastime department store. 

“You don’t like that I’m wearing your clothes?” She asks, plucking at the hem of his shirt, pulling the thin material tight over her tits. The shadows of her areolas become prominent and Jace feels his balls draw up tight. Even so, familial annoyance is stronger than that of a hundred men and he rolls his eyes. 

“It’s mine. Don’t take my shit without asking, brat.” 

It’s a tepid delivery at best, but it has a fire lighting in her that makes her amethyst orbs glow.

“Fine.” Without any preamble, Ysilla strolls into his room until she arrives in front of him and pulls his shirt off and over her head. Tossing it in his face, she crosses her arms under her breasts, her rosy mocha nipples pebbling in the artificially cool air. “Happy?” He misses her smirk but he can hear it in her voice. 

“Not on purpose my ass.” Jace growls, ripping the shirt off of him. Springing to his feet, his fist finds its way into her hair and he yanks her to his mouth. She tastes like matcha and spearmint, and the strawberry gloss tacky on her lips.

She melts into his chest, putty in his devout hands. Her own hands rise to cradle his face, still lost in their kiss as she strokes her thumb over the defined edge of his jaw. Jace unwinds his fist, unclenching it to lay his palm flat at the nape of her neck. Too soon, she pulls away, smiling triumphantly as he tries to chase her lips. 

“You’re so easy to tease, little brother.” 

“Nothing little about what I’m about to give you.” Jace goads, running his hands down her bare back, tracing the twin dimples dotting the bloom of her backside. He pulls her forward until there’s not even a whisper left between them. The new stance does wonders for them both, as Jace slides his thigh between Ysilla’s. She’s not wearing any panties. And she’s already wet. He rocks his knee along her clit, the pearl perked and pronounced, and Jace knows if he keeps it up she’ll cream all over his leg. 

“Bed. M’not bouncing on your lap in your game chair.” She whines, tugging off his hoodie and shimmying down his basketball shorts, a woman on a mission. 

“Not like you haven’t done it before.” He bites but concedes, ushering her backwards into his bed. He gets her underneath him for a brief, blissful moment before he’s maneuvered onto his back. She likes to be on top- a throne fit for a princess, as she said once before. Plus, I like to see the face you make when you cum. 

He spits into his palm, stroking himself quickly. A little extra slide is never a bad thing. “Sissy, spread your legs.” 

Ysilla does what she’s told (for once) and goes gooey as Jace slips the head of himself into her opening. He gets a handful of her hips, thumbing at her hip bones as he eases her down, letting her slide onto every rigid inch. She whimpers, wiggling on his lap as she bottoms out on his dick. Gods above. Targaryen men and their horse cocks will be the absolute death of her. 

“Jaceyyyyyy,” she whines, the pressure in her lower belly a heaviness she can’t shake. 

“If you wanted dick, all you had to do was say so.” Jace chuckles but it’s labored. She’s so fucking tight- he doesn’t know if it’s the pilates she does or good genetics, but it’s like being in a turtleneck in July. 

Within a second, his door squeaks open and the two tangled Targaryens would jump apart if they didn’t know exactly who would be getting home at 4PM on a Wednesday. 

“Ooohhhh, what are you two gettin’ up to, eh?” Luke’s hand smacks down a greeting on Ysilla’s backside, and she jumps from the sting. He sprawls out in the previously occupied chair, giving himself a front row seat to his brother and sister’s debauchery. 

Luke is sprouting, taller than even their dad. He tugs down his trackies, of course a stereotypical grey that hugs him just right, and his cock springs up, bobbing back and forth like a metronome. He’s not super thick around his shaft, but the kids got length that you feel knocking in your stomach. 

Ysilla stares, shamelessly, her throat awfully lonely. He notices and lets her attention go straight to his head (both of them).

“See something you like, babe?” Luke winks at her, a cheeky grin plucking up his lips. He pumps himself once, a bead of precum crowning his pretty cock. 

“Lukeyyy,” he whines at Ysilla’s croon. His sister is so fucking stunning- gorgeous, breathtaking. He’d do anything for her. She’s the voice in his head, the drive in his passion, the star in his fantasies. She’s been there for everything- it’s hard for him not to be a little bit sprung. 

“You forget about me, love?” Jace places a wet kiss at the cradle of her jaw. Ysilla smiles, tangling her fingers in his tight curls. 

They have curly hair, all three of them. Ysilla knows Harwin isn’t her dad- her sperm donor, she means. Harwin has been there for all the things that mattered and those that didn’t, he’s her fucking dad. Blood doesn’t get to take that away from her. And in pictures, it’s easy to believe they’re all from the same vine. Until you account for Viz and Aeg and their momma, and then every family photo is a whole motley crew snapshot.

“Don’t be jealous, Jace.” She coos, in a mellow mocking voice. 

He rolls his eyes, a pink blush prickling at his freckled cheeks. He steals a proper kiss this time, a wet peck that has Ysilla coming back for more, opening her mouth in a slow, sensual lick. Jace grinds into her, basking in her gasps that he drinks down drunkenly.

A particularly pitiful moan from the foot of the bed reminds her to be generous with her attention. Jace lets go of her mouth, head dipping down just so that he catches her swinging breast in his mouth. He widens his jaw, tongue lapping lewdley at her flesh, looking as if he’s trying to swallow it whole. Ysilla strokes his cheek fondly. He gets so needy like this- needs his big sister to keep him grounded. She lets her head loll back, pinning Luke with a simmering stare that is reminiscent of predator and prey. It shouldn’t twist up his belly like it does but he’s long passed caring about what gets him off. As long as she’ll let him taste her. 

“Wanna join us, bud?” 

Luke nods, all boyish enthusiasm, eager to please. “Wherever you want me, sis.” 

Ooooh, that’s a fun thought. Her mouth floods with saliva, her taste buds perking up at the thought of Luke’s salty spunk. She gives a good handy, she could jerk him off until he busts. Or, she could flip onto her back, ride Jace in reverse and let Luke straddle her chest and maul her tits until he’d gift her a pearl necklace. Decisions, decisions. Ysilla rocks faster on Jace’s cock, dragging him in and out of her in a way that has her clit fluttering like butterfly wings. 

Absently, she rubs down her left cheek, still stinging from Luke’s slap, and lets her fingertips dip into her cleft. She’s wet there too- fuck, more like soaked. She was riding her vibrator until Jace had finally called her to him. She’d been dripping since she stole his shirt from his dresser, going absolutely mental at the soft cotton caressing her nipples, his cologne soaked into the fabric. She huffed it like an addict, brought it up to her nose while she rode the vibe until her hand cramped.

Luke’s eyes follow her wandering hand, and his brows scrunch in agonized pleasure as she slips a finger over her tight, clenched hole. Decision made. 

“Want you right here, Lucerys.” Ysilla murmurs, knocking her knees further apart, bringing her stomach to stomach with Jace as a result. “Want you both, at the same time.”

Luke’s eyes go gumball wide. “You forreal?” 

She bites at her lip, moaning as Jace thrusts hard. He’s as excited by the idea as she is. She nods fervently, arching her back more invitingly and Luke fucking moans, tightening his grip on the base of his cock. 

“Fuck, you two are so hot.” He grinds into his fist, his other hand drifting beneath him and rolling his balls between strong fingers. He kicks his sweats the rest of the way off, unable to stop himself as he jerks off faster, his sack tightening in a tantalizing threat.

Jace notices, releasing Ysilla’s breast from his famished mouth. “Don’t blow yet, bro. Wait ‘til you’re inside her.” 

Ysilla smirks, turning her sights back to the man buried in her cunt. 

“Yeah? Wanna wait until he’s inside me? Want you both to fill me up with your cum ‘till it leaks out of my holes?” She whispers at Jace’s throat, dropping an open mouthed kiss over his Adam’s apple. 

Jace can give as good as he gets. “What if I do? What if I want to see my cum drip out of your tight cunny, and plug you up with something so it sticks? Could get you barefoot and pregnant, could get you bouncing on my cock all day long while your belly grows with my babe.” He rubs at her tits, pinching and plucking at her spit slick nipple with a tenderness he means wholeheartedly as he whispers his depraved fancy into her ear. 

Ysilla clenches around him, tight enough that his vision whites out for a moment. She can’t help it, bouncing up and down on his fat cock, his words liquid lust in her tummy. 

“Oh, Jace. Jacey Jacey, fuck, little brother.” She pants, taking every inch of his shaft over and over again, hissing at the stretch of it burning up her insides. Gods, she never tires of it- his cock is such a treat, one she only indulges in when she has the time to truly savor it. 

“You got one more little brother right behind ya, pretty girl.” Luke whispers at her ear, kissing her pulse point with delicate lips.

Jace reaches into his bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle and tossing it on the duvet. “Lube, man.” 

The eldest brother busies his hands, grabbing ahold of his sister’s plush backside, a cheek in each palm, and pulls her apart to expose her to their little brother’s lecherous gaze. Dropping to his knees, Luke spits a glob of saliva into her puckered hole, enjoying how her sensitive skin quivers under his attention. He coats his fingers generously with the thick gel, and he’s gentle as he presses one past the thick muscle of her entrance. She squeals sharply before Jace occupies her mouth, shoving in two fingers for her to suck on. Ysilla has an oral fixation- a dick, chewing gum, popsicles, all her go-to’s when she���s stressed. 

Luke takes advantage of Jace’s help, gliding in another finger that makes her cry out even louder. Shit, she’s got to gut up if she wants to take his dick. He scissors them back and forth, methodical in working her open. He’s only ever done this to himself, but he’s got the basics down: preparation, lube, going slow, more lube, etcetera. He keeps it up until her whimpers have died down, and when he starts to feel her rock back against him.

Satisfied, he pulls out his fingers and coats his shaft with the lube, hissing at the cool sting on his sensitive skin. He spreads it over his head with a loose grip. He’s already worked up enough, the last thing he wants to do is let his big sister down by cumming on her ass instead of inside of it. 

He edges up onto his hands, ready to push upwards onto the bed so that he can take his place behind Ysilla but he’s stopped by something straight out of a wet dream. Luke whistles low. That’s a million dollar shot right there: Jace’s thick veiny cock pulling out before pumping back into Ysilla’s hot pink center, the shine coating their thighs glistening in the late afternoon sun. He wonders if he could convince either of his siblings to let him film them. He knows the answer is most likely a hard no, but a boy can dream. 

The carpet beneath his knees is starting to give him rug burn but he's so transfixed, it's like he's been hypnotized. A simple, sinful thought comes unbidden into his mind and he grins. While he's down here, he might as well sightsee. Luke ducks down, and sucks one of Jace’s balls into his mouth, just to hear his brother curse him in Valyrian. He rolls it around his tongue, before releasing it with a satisfied pop! and takes a lick of the cream seeping from Silli’s hole. 

Ysilla flinches away, kicking out her foot to shove at his shoulder. He chuckles and relents, adrenaline tight in his muscles as he wraps his hold around her dainty waist and lines up behind her.

"Here goes nothin', gang." Luke shudders out a breath as he maneuvers into position, and edges forward painfully slow as Ysilla's pretty arse swallows his dick. It takes forever and a day, but finally, thankfully, he's all the way in, flush with the back of her thighs and mind melting out of his ears.

“Good Gods above, Lukey.” Ysilla has to remind herself to breathe. 

“You okay sissy?” Luke pecks her temple, tucking her bangs back behind her ear. She blushes, cheeks burning hot- he’s such a good boy. 

“I’m fine, dude. It’s just… neither of you are small. I can feel you tickling my tonsils.” 

“Fucking hell. I can feel him, mercy, I can feel him through you, Silli.” Jace sobs wetly, hands shaking where he has a hold of her hips. Mother, Father and fucking Crone, this is infuckingsane. He can’t last like this, he isn’t superhuman for Gods’ sake. 

“Don’t you fucking dare, Jacaerys. If I’m taking both of your cocks, I’ll get time to enjoy it. You’ll cum when I tell you to.” She commands, all eldest child superiority, even with a strained voice. 

“Yes, sissy.” He croaks out, his irises misty like a spring rain. She hums approvingly, withholding her praise until he can deliver on his promise.

“Same goes for you, kiddo.” She aims over her shoulder.

“Anything you say, Silli.” Luke draws out, letting her agonize over every long inch before fucking himself back into her arse. 

The brothers start to build a gentle push-pull rhythm, one in one out, trying to get her adjusted to having two dicks inside of her- as if that’s something that someone can get used to after five fucking minutes. But as the pain and discomfort fade into a fullness that she feels up to her throat, little jabs of pleasure have Ysilla pushing herself back and forth against her boys. 

“This is crazy, holy shit this is crazy.” She gasps, hands wildly clutching at anything she can.

“Never felt something this tight. Squeezing the fuckin’ life out of me, bloody hell.” Luke gasps into her shoulder, eyes screwed shut in concentration, dragging his hips back and forth.

Jace can't talk- all of his focus on not blowing his top and facing his sister's wrath. Sparing a glance at her, he can't help but sigh.

“You're so fucking pretty, Sil.”

The look of love that accompanies Jace’s hushed praise has the tightening snapping loose in Ysilla's belly, vainly getting off from his attention. Well that, and the fact that she's double stuffed like an Oreo.

Her orgasm slices through her, a hot knife through butter, and a violent shiver racks up her spine. She bows upward in some type of silly attempt to get away from Jace’s plundering cock, but all she succeeds in doing is arching into Luke’s greedy hands and greenlighting him into slamming into her hole even harder. 

“Oh, oh! I can’t take it. It’s too much, stop!” Ysilla pleads, pushing and pulling at all of the naked skin surrounding her, overwhelmed and overfucked.

“Do you think she really means that, Lukey?” Jace asks, and it’s too sugar sweet to be anything but condescending. 

“No fuckin’ way, mate. This ass wouldn’t let me go for anything.” Luke slurs, half fucking stupid, his smarts being squeezed out by way of his prick. 

“I’m not a unnhhhh. Not just a hole for you two to fuck.” Her words would land a better mark if there wasn’t a thin line of drool dripping off of her bottom lip, her eyes gone glossy. Her pussy throbs, her heartbeat pulsing there as well as violently in her ears. 

Luke fish hooks her, pulling her into his lips by the meat of her cheek. “Shut the fuck up, Ysi.” He says it so adoringly before releasing her, only to keep her quiet as he slides his tongue into her mouth. It does the job, Ysilla suckling at it like it’s a lolli. 

Jace lets his hands wander, worshiping the beautiful bodies laid out for his ravenous gaze. His fingers tickle over the dip of Luke’s slight waist, his thumb strokes the flare of Ysilla’s ribcage- his hands discovering and mapping a route of impassioned fealty that he will never forget. They're both his. It's an absolutely mental thought, one he should have no business entertaining but here, in his bed, none of them are to think of anything else but each other. 

Jace grabs Ysilla tight by her jaw, ripping her away from Luke’s tongue. He brings her in close, forcing her to stare into his sweet chocolate eyes. “I’m gonna nut in your pussy, sissy, and Luke’s gonna fill that arse up. And you’re gonna take it, like the good girl you are, or I’ll put you on your knees and have you suck my cock until dinnertime.”

Ysilla giggles, delighting in the way Jace’s smirk turns down into a sneer. Humbling her brothers is an A1 skill, one she’s perfected over the years with a constant dedication to her craft.

“Promise?”

Jace chuckles, because he’s sick like she is. Still holding her close, his grip slips down to wrap around her throat. He pushes up, palm tight to her windpipe and forces her flush to Luke’s sweaty chest. He presses his feet into his mattress, praying for leverage, and plows every inch of his thick dick into her cunt. 

Luke’s lungs shrivel up, the friction of his brother’s thrusting cock through the thin skin separating Ysilla’s holes too much for him to take. He hunches over her, slinging his arm around her hips. He yanks her into an arch, his forearm digging tightly into where her lower belly meets her mound, and humps desperately at the curve of her backside. 

Jace chases them, fucking his hips up into his siblings wildly, the wet smack of his thighs against Ysilla’s fucking nasty. He wraps his legs around all of them, crossing his ankles above Luke’s tight, thrusting arse, keeping them all nice and close. 

“Fuckkkk yeah, take that dick. Both of you.” 

God bless football, the muscles threaded through his chicken legs all due to his practicing and playing. Fuck, he should make Sil wear his jersey after his next game. Maybe even convince Luke to give him a mouthful of his junk, make him stretch out his throat while Silli rides his lap. Do it in the car park after the match. His tint is dark enough- he could have them together, anyway he wants while the rest of his team would pile into their own cars, none the wiser to sinful shit their star striker gets up to with his own flesh and blood. 

Jace knows he doesn’t have much left in his tank; he was ready to bust as soon as Luke slid home alongside him. He doesn’t want to finish yet- somewhat pridefully, not before his little brother. One thing is on his side though: he has a big fucking mouth. 

“So pretty, both of my fucking sluts. Gonna knock you two up, breed you until you’re fucking sick of it.”

Ysilla and Luke’s eyes roll back, mirror images of lust, and Jace doesn’t know if he imagines it but he swears he can feel it as Luke breaks, his cum molten hot through the partition of Silli’s walls as he spills deep into her guts.

“Fuckkk yes, cum inside of her Luke. Make it messy, shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” Jace spits through clenched teeth, digging his heels cruelly into Luke’s soft thighs. As if on cue, both brothers’ trembling fingers dive between Ysilla’s legs, and rub furiously at her clit. She chokes, her nails rooting into each one of them, keeping them close as she breaks the fuck apart. One of them shouts as she clamps down in a vice grip, but it's all static in her ears, her orgasm washing anything away that's not white hot heat. It lasts so long her toes go numb and her knees shake tremors throughout her thighs.

Luke and Ysilla topple like a house of cards, landing in a jumbled pile of limbs and other sweat soaked appendages. Jace’s bed is a King but even so, the trio chooses to remain wrapped up in each other, gasping for breath and stretching out sore legs. 

The peek of sky through the blinds gets dimmer the longer they all lie there, the glow from the TV glaring brighter and brighter as the room dips into darkness. Jace searches for his remote, doing his best not to jostle his bedmates, until he finds it under his pillow. Going for the red power button, his thumb hovers over it until a flashing icon in the corner of the screen pitches his stomach like he’s on a rollercoaster. 

“Oh, fuck me.”

“I don’t think I have the energy to do that.” Luke groans, face buried in his sister’s back. 

“Me either.” Ysilla chuckles wearily, already well on her way to unconsciousness, snuggled between her favorite boys. Jace winces, letting them enjoy the last few seconds of afterglow before he ruins the rest of their lives.

“Okay… neither of you can hit me for what I’m about to tell you.”

Ysilla blinks at him, suddenly wide awake at the tense tone he’s taken on.

“Jace… what is it?”

He stares at the F1 pause screen, Aegon T. connected via headset still lit up in green in the top right corner. His own headset rests innocently atop his desk, the mic almost pointing accusingly towards the bed. And there’s no way in any of the Seven Hells that their uncle didn’t just get an earful of his niece and nephews railing each other into oblivion. 

“I think we may have a huge fucking problem.”

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[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital sketchpage of Colin Becher from The Magnus Protocol on a gray background. He is a thin white man with a receding hairline and a blonde mullet that is very long in the back, tied into a low ponytail. He also has a mustache, patchy facial hair, body hair, and blue eyes. In four out of five sketches, Colin is wearing silver stud earrings, rectangular glasses with yellow lenses, a yellow t-shirt under a light blue button down, a light brown zip-up hoodie, blue jeans with brown knee patches, blue and white striped socks, brown sneakers, and bracelets including a braided one with pink and burgundy threads. On the right, there's a shoulder-up sketch of Colin with his body facing to the side while he turns his head to the viewer, looking angry. Below that is a far less detailed doodle of him on all fours like some kind of creature. On the far left is a shoulders-up sketch of him leaning against his hand looking tired with one eyebrow raised. Below that is a drawing of him facing away from the viewer on all fours looking under something with a little dark smudge above him denoting annoyance. In the middle is a full-body drawing of him posed as though sitting with one leg bent as he holds a game controller. He is wearing his glasses and earrings, as well as a white crop top that says "slut.exe" in blue text, yellow underwear, and blue and white thigh-high socks. He looks focused but also relatively relaxed. end ID]

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normal about that IT manager

and yes whenever i draw him with striped socks i need you all to know that they're the programmer socks. alice gave them to him mostly as a joke but he actually loves them and that's one reason they're buds in my mind

[eyesthatroll]

STRAWBERRY VANILLA

SEPT. 2021

[ takes place in the bless the broken road universe ]

summary jack and (y/n) aka winnie meet for the first time

pairing jack hughes x fem!poc!reader

warning(s) none?

word count 1.2k

It's a late Sunday evening, and you find yourself knee-deep in baking preparations for the upcoming morning at the bakery. Normally, this task was reserved for early mornings, requiring you to rise at the ungodly hour of 4 am. However, the prospect of waking up so early had lost its appeal, so you had opted for a late-night baking session instead.

Despite the soft hum of background music, the relentless downpour outside remained unmistakable. The rain pounded against the windows, a symphony of nature's fury that was everyone's least favorite song. As you worked, you held onto the hope that it would subside before closing up. The thought of venturing out into the pouring rain wasn't appealing, and the idea of driving through the intense downpour filled you with a nervousness that you couldn't shake.

You're in the midst of placing some freshly baked, unadorned cakes into the refrigerator when the distinctive chime of the entrance door bell sounds, pausing you from your task. Your expression shifts from concentration to momentary confusion, as you're almost certain you'd locked that door. However, the distant murmur of a stranger's voice calling out confirms your earlier suspicion that you must have forgotten to secure it.

Hastily, you exit the kitchen, halting as you arrive at the front of the shop. Your gaze fixates on a tall figure, draped in clothes soaked by the non-stop rain. With practiced ease, he sheds his hoodie, revealing a sculpted physique beneath a clinging, rain-dampened white t-shirt that accentuates the contours of his well-defined torso.

"Sorry, we're closed." Your voice cuts through the air, drawing his attention like a magnet. He swivels his head towards you, his deep-blue eyes locking onto yours. An exasperated sigh escapes his lips, and he runs a hand through his tousled, chestnut hair, his fingers tugging lightly at the roots before releasing them.

He appears oddly familiar, and you tilt your head slightly, straining to recall the distant memory of where you might have crossed paths with him before.

"Can I ride out the storm here for a bit, just until the rain slows?"

His question hangs in the air, tinged with a hint of pleading in his tone. You find yourself intrigued, unable to ignore the curiosity about what drove him out into the storm. Though your initial instinct is to refuse and tell him to leave, you can't deny the surreal feeling of this encounter. It's not every day that an attractive stranger stumbles into your bakery, seeking shelter from the tempest outside. It's as if you've stepped into a scene from a novel, a meet-cute destined to unfold. Yet, you're acutely aware that once the storm passes, your paths will diverge, and this fleeting connection will fade into memory.

"You can stay until the rain stops, or until I leave." You agree.

A warm, appreciative smile graces his lips as he nods in gratitude. "Thank you so much."

"Sure." A subtle, awkward tension lingers in the air, leaving you feeling somewhat uneasy about resuming your work in the kitchen while leaving the stranger alone in the front of the bakery.

Instead, you opt for some light cleaning in the front. With deliberate motions, you wipe down the tables, sweep the floor, and diligently review and sign some pending invoices.

Despite your efforts to stay occupied, that lingering sense of awkward tension gradually returns to fill the room as there is nothing else up front for you to do.

"Did you want something to eat? I have cake, donuts, and some other stuff."

He shifts uneasily, his mouth opening and closing as if he's uncertain how to respond to your offer. You look at him expectantly, arms crossed over your chest, and a slight sway in your stance as you roll onto the balls of your feet.

His hesitation finally gives way, and he responds, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip. "What kinds of donuts do you have?"

A grin spreads across your face as you step over to the counter where he's standing. You reach behind the counter, retrieving a menu and flipping it over to reveal the section dedicated to mouthwatering donut options.

Shoulder to shoulder, you take a moment to walk him through each of the donut flavors. Some are classics, like the indulgent Boston creme, while others venture into the realm of culinary creativity, like the pineapple basil donut.

"How about..." He pauses briefly, contemplating his choice. "Strawberry Vanilla?"

You accept the menu from him with a nod, then pivot toward the kitchen. Swiftly, you retrieve two strawberry donuts from the fridge and arrange them on a spare plate you have lying around. With a deft hand, you pluck two napkins, ready to serve the treats.

Returning to the front, the handsome stranger remains in his original spot, engrossed in his cellphone. You clear your throat, gently guiding him to the side as you hoist yourself onto the counter. His gaze meets yours, uncertainty etched across his face. A reassuring smile graces your lips, and you pat the space next to you on the counter. He hesitates for a moment before mirroring your actions, and the two of you settle side by side on the countertop, indulging in your donuts together.

"Oh my god," he exclaims between bites, his enthusiasm palpable. You glance at him, a mixture of amusement and pride washing over you as his reaction to the donuts you made becomes increasingly evident. "This is insane," he declares, his words filled with genuine appreciation.

"Thank you." You thank him, laughing softly as you take a bite of your own donut.

A comfortable silence envelops both of you, with only the soft background music as your companion. Your eyes occasionally dart toward him, quick glances to avoid being caught staring. It's become clear, especially now, being so close to him, that he is undeniably beautiful.

Surely, he must have a girlfriend, right? There's no way he doesn't. You try to push aside the twinge of disappointment that accompanies that thought, but it lingers at the base of your chest.

He wipes his mouth with his napkin, then turns to you with a curious expression. "Crazy, I never noticed this place was here."

You immediately shake your head, eager to share a bit of your story. "Actually, I just bought this place a few months ago. I think it used to be a vegan place or something."

He appears genuinely surprised by your admission. "Wow, you own this place? You look pretty young."

A sheepish smile plays on your lips. "I'm 20."

His eyes light up with shared astonishment. "Me too!"

"And what do you do for work?"

Before he has the chance to answer, a sudden knock at the door jolts you back to reality. A taller boy, strikingly similar to the one sitting next to you, stands outside. It seems neither of you had even noticed that the rain had stopped, leaving the sky a light grey.

"That's my brother," he says, sliding off the counter. He retrieves his hoodie from the floor, draping it casually over his right shoulder.

"Thanks for the shelter." He says. "And the donut," he adds, flashing you a warm smile.

"Of course," you reply with a nod. "Drive safe."

"Yes ma'am." And just like that, the handsome stranger you'd shared laughter and conversation with for the better part of a half-hour is gone.

mari speaks! consider this a part one i suppose.

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[a-bit-too-silly]

Cold

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note: I'm so happy people liked the writing! I've never shared it anywhere before so I'm really grateful. This has been in my drafts for a bit, hope it's okay :]

The weather was growing colder, snow falling down in thick white sheets over the ground, covering all of the leaves left on the trees. The sky was overcast and grey, heavy flakes of snow falling down as Johnny returned to the apartment, Ghost must've come over, his car parked in the community driveway near Soap's and some scuffled footprints in the freshly fallen snow leading to the door. Johnny patted himself down and tapped the snow off of his boots before stepping inside. He took off his coat and hung it up on the hook next to Ghost's, then took off his boots to set them on the tray to dry out.

He didn't see Ghost anywhere, which wasn't too unusual for him, but he would normally come out when Johnny got home to say hi or help carry groceries or something of that sort.

Instead, Johnny carried the groceries into the kitchen himself and started putting stuff away when he heard some shuffling and coughing from the bedroom. "Simon?" He called out, trying to figure out what he was doing down there. He didn't get a response, at least not until a grumpy looking Ghost peeked around the corner. He was in his balaclava and some civvies. A pair of thick jeans and a hoodie, likely wearing a t-shirt underneath since he 'never feels cold' and doesn't bother dressing warmly.

"Hey there, Si." He said with a small smile, restocking a cabinet with some general baking supplies he'd been running low on. Flour, caster sugar, vanilla, just general items. Simon sniffled and made his way over to Johnny. Hugging him from behind and resting his head against Johnny's shoulder. He was warm. Very warm.

Johnny shifted slightly so he was facing Ghost, who whined a little at the vague loss of contact."You feeling alright, hun? Yer warm."

Ghost wasn't feeling alright. His head hurt and his tummy hurt and his skin was prickly and he was sniffly and coughing and gross. But he didn't have the words to explain it so he just clung back to Johnny.

"Mh... mo leanabh.. [my baby..]" he hummed, rubbing Ghost's back gently. "Did the cold catch you?"

Ghost whined, trying to keep from coughing. Nuzzling deeper into Johnny's shoulder with a sniffle, only strengthening Johnny's assumption.

"let's get ye some medicine.. then I think a somethin to eat?" He offered, his hand tracing small hearts on Ghost's back, drawing out a sneeze from Ghost who promptly grimaced and started whining again. "And some clean up. Ye cannae be wearing that all the time, baby, certainly not when yer sick."

Ghost took off the balaclava, sniffling and whining, his face scrunched up in discomfort that words can't express. Johnny walked off briefly to get a cloth, dampening it with some warm water from the sink and gently wiping off Simon's nose and chin before turning back to the cabinet to grab the blister pack of cold medicine. He popped out two of the small pills and handed them to Simon, who managed to take them decently well with a few sips of water despite the regression. "Good lad. Can ye go get into some comfy clothes now or do ye need baba to help?" He asks, tossing the cloth into the laundry room and washing his hands.

"Baba.." Simon mumbled, his voice small and soft, melting Soap's heart in an instant.

"Okay. Let's go get some jammies, leanabh. [baby.]" He said, gently patting Simon on the back to get him moving. Simon shuffled along down the hall and sat on the bed, Johnny started looking through the dresser. He pulled out some socks and a set of soft clothes, glancing at Simon, "does this all look okay, lad?"

"Mh." He nodded a little, letting Johnny help him out of his clothes and into the fuzzy clean ones. Johnny settled him in the bed with a stuffed cow affectionately named 'moo' by Simon, and a baby blue pacifier before leaving the room to get him something to eat.

He came back with a warm mug of soup, full of chopped up veggies and chicken and little star shaped noodles whose name Ghost couldn't pronounce even when big. He removed the pacifier to gently spoon-feed Simon petting his hair and cleaning up any dribbles. It helped calm him, settling the ache in his stomach and throat, and the gentle touch from Johnny helped the pain in his head and muscles.

They stayed like that long after the soup had been finished, Johnny gently cleaning up any boogies that ran down Simon's face and gently running his hand through Simon's hair. Adjusting the blanket every now and then and peppering small kisses to his forehead and rubbing his back after coughing fits as Simon whined and made a mess of Johnny's shirt.

Eventually Simon slipped into a shallow sleep, snuggled up to his baba, safe from the nightmares that normally come.

[ask-deep-sea-4]

Saw other ask blogs and figured I'd make some for my sillies. To know about these guys and their lore you're gonna have to read

there is also two minor fics about these guys

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Agent 4 aka Nova: Still the happy chaotic person they were before the Metro but carry many fears and will often stare out into the void. They still have many scars from the events of there adventure and try not to think about them. They are also a force of nature and did emerge from the Metro far more powerful force. Is dating Agent 8, always carries their king salmon tooth knife.

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Agent 8, real name unknown : Cold as ice as fierce to strangers and enemies but aloof, gentle and soft to the ones close to them. Still has bad flashbacks from the Metro and fighting sanitized 4 but hides it best she can. Dating Agent 4 and carries a similar deadliness making them a formidable pair

6'1 wears long black pants and sleeveless black shirt on missions, wears sweat pants, baggy OTH t-shirt with hoodie and the golden tooth pick

Agent 3, Captain: Confident and focused but normally puts on a straight face and blunt attuite, firmly believes in their own combat strength and has a tendency to put others down to sever their own ego which was a factor in 4 running away to prove themselves in the Mero. She carries much guilt from this as she has always seen 4 as a sister and good friend. Since then she has been trying to be humbler but she does bond by being the only one to truly know what been sanitized is like.

5'4, shorts and her normal agent gear stay on 99% of the time, she has a brace on her arm currently to help since it was jerked out of socket during the fight with 4 and has a scar there from where her cartilage broke and cut her skin. She has her sanitization scar on the opposite side to 4's and a few leftover bruises and cuts from the aforementioned fight.

Tyson: Was the test subject before Nova and was saved by her after trying to fight CQ cumber and later escaped with her help, sent with her roller which he brought to Sheldon's leading to 4 being found (and 8 kicking his ass, thinking he had something to do with 4 being missing) He is kind but often concerned and soft spoken but can be smug. He was a medic in the army but was pulled out of the program due to being a big guy and was forced to be cannon fodder.

5'10, black jeans, and Squid sisters shirts as normal wear but has a nurse unform for school (The NSS pulled some strings to get him in med school)

you can also send asks to Maire and Callie.

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this is before Splatoon 3 but you can still ask about aspects of it that I will try to fit into at this time also that means there is no Neo right now

A few other things to keep in mind.

suggestive jokes are fine just don't take it too far

I most likely won't do much art for this since I can't draw that well

I am open to interacting with other blogs but rp is not something I always enjoy and if it's something i don't want to do I will message you and say so

[caretaker-of-the-toys-au]

I'm curious: If the Caretaker, Celestia, and Devin were critters and the critters were humans, what do you think they would look like, and how would they of met?

I'm normal-

Oh, interesting idea!!

I would draw it but I've got a lot on my plate with art right now so I'll just answer in a block text:

Dogday would definitely be a preppy kid. Slacks and a letterman jacket. He's absolutely a ginger and has freckles. His pendant would be in the form of a necklace.

Catnap is a hoodie kid, black jeans and a choker with a moon. I see him having longer hair? Almost like it's mimicking a tail.

Crafty would be the maxi-skirt and croptop combo for sure. Her hair is braided down her back, it'd still be blue, and she'd keep her flower hairpin.

Bobby is a sweater person. Not just a sweater but one with a heart over her chest! That's where her pendant is. Chubby, brown hair and big old brown eyes so full of love it.

Hoppy is all for racer back tanks and shorts. Probably a pixie cut or something even short, her hair would be in her face too much otherwise. She'd still keep her single ear piercing.

Kickin' would match Hoppy, except a baggy t-shirt and shorts. His bandana is a must! He likes his hair really long, it makes him feel cool so he refuses to cut it past shoulder length.

Bubba... Hmm... He's a bit more complicated. Cardigan for sure, same with the lightbulb broach he has. Glasses too. He keeps a backpack with him with a first-aid kit and maybe a few snacks. He's just ready for anything. I think he'd wear polos too, only polos or button up shirts.

Picky would be all in general neutral. Not because she's enby or anything, she just doesn't care. She'd have longer hair, definitely blonde, and she'd keep it in a bun. I can see her tying off her shirts in a knot on her hip and wearing jeans.

Sunny and Moon would be either babies or actual pets.

How would the MC, Celestia, and Devin meet the kids? They'd be made for the kids!

MC, with how I depict them, would probably be designed a lot like Bobby is in canon, just a bit bigger. Their symbol would probably be a hand, a green one!

Celestia would be.... I can see her being a turtle or something. Her symbol would be a butterfly, I think. Sometimes she gives me Garnet vibes and that's just what I think about when I think of her.

Devin's a wolf, absolutely. Namely because of his origins in general, not necessarily here in the fanfic. His symbol would be a rose.

I think they'd get along well with the kids too. It would probably be the kids working to save them and trying to get them out of the factory, maybe even actually managing it!

That would be an interesting AU....

[crystalverse-project]

Crystalverse!Dan first reference

dear princess celestia i am so scared and frightened

(note: i don't have all that much confidence in my art but i do try my best. all i know is self taught and out of books)

far away in the dantdm multiverse...there is the crystalverse

character design: (i love the way dan's skin is made cause it can be basically anything you want)

i was thinking of the very early old art that was on the first t shirts and mugs and hoodies and stuff (i was too young to get them when i first started watching him and i wish i could get one of the shirts) and the youtooz figures where has has a hoodie jacket.

he wears a shirt and tie because he's a fancy boi ok. the shirt is short sleeve and the white cuffs are part of the jacket

because of some time distortion thing from being so distant in the multiverse (that's my story and i'm sticking to it) he's 22. if you ask him his birthday he can tell you the day and month without issue but the year just comes out in all this static noise...

he has autism and anxiety, and is ftm and bisexual. and he's dating his universe's trayaurus. there will be no burning of any more gay flags istfg

full name is daniel andrew everton. just to drive home that this isn't the youtuber himself if i haven't made it clear yet (is this something you have to clarify? or is it just a given? i feel like i'll get corrected if i do or don't help this project isn't new but posting about it is for me. i mean i know obviously minecraft's not fkin real but idk where people draw the line.)

personality: overall kind, understanding, caring to those he bonds with, INSANELY protective. (like if anyone or anything threatens trayaurus or grim that thing is dead. it's happened) since he moved to the lab he's found a talent for science and inventing that he had no idea he had and now he's studying to be a doctor the same as trayaurus. (all the youtuber characters are just normal people, not big celebrities. if he went down the street in plain clothes nobody would notice him. good for him cause he's shy)

what i'm thinking is all the people who would be youtubers in this world or a different dan universe are normal people and normal people are youtubers in their place

anyway he did have friends in the city he lived in before but he's very anxious around people he doesn't know. he's happier in the lab with just a small circle of people he knows.

he can also be very reckless, doing things without thinking or making up unneccessary solutions to problems that end up backfiring. he's especially reckless when he's riding his minecart (that further down) and he has a lot of cuts and bruises on his arms and legs, which he's awkward about because it might look like something else

some objects: main weapon is his enchanted diamond sword, has sharpness V and unbreaking III. he has trayaurus' name written on it because he thinks of defending him when he uses it.

he actually has a diamond minecart that he brings around with him and rides in and not just a trophy in the treasure room, this one is more like it was in mcsm and the tube heroes toy (anyone still have those?) as in an iron minecart decorated with diamonds. he keeps it in a key, he presses the button and it shoots out light and there it is. it was his first real invention/project he worked on himself, more of a minecart converted to a minature car. it goes zoom zoom and it doesn't need rails

for all the ways csv!dan is different to other universes' dan he still loves drinking tea. i'm pretty sure they all do. this is his special blue mug, trayaurus has a co-ordinating green one.

not on the ref sheet seperate cause he's already wearing them: his goggles, they go beyond an accessory or safety equipment, they're also his comfort object and if he isn't wearing them/doesn't know where they are he starts to panic and he can't work. he actually DOES wear them (over his eyes) when he's doing experiments or battling. trayaurus gave him them when they first became friends, and entirely by accident, they were in a box buried under machine parts and packing peanuts

his right elbow pad has a chip inside it that gets him through the doors of the lab, he and trayaurus got tired of the crappy buttons that don't open the doors properly so eventually they just replaced them.

i'll probably do another refsheet to go along with this but that's the gist for now

[kthecutest]

hi! can i req jo as bf, also pls include his love languages and his thoughts about pda!!

ofc u don’t have to hehe, thank you~~

ジョー Jo as your bf (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

A/N ೃ⁀➷ I loved this request so much!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Coming up with the ideas to put here, got me all levitating ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა Hope you'll enjoy it! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

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Loves you to death but he’s pretty calm and also shy when it comes to showing it

A big sucker for cuddles, would literally pick you up every time he hugs you either from the back or front because of the huge height and size difference between you two

When you insist on having a competition with him on either games or sports, he’ll always let you win and when you celebrate your victory, he’ll smile at your reaction finding you so cute

Doesn’t get jealous normally because he probably trusts you so much and he doesn’t think his jealousy is necessary in the equation. But if a guy was getting way too close to you and you’re making an uncomfortable face, he’ll be the first to shoot a death glare at him before snugging you closer to him away from the dude

Doesn’t talk too much so you won’t be hearing him call you all sorts of sweet cheesy little things and his compliments are short but he’s definitely secretly adoring you and falling deeper and deeper for you inside

The poor boy blushes so easily. Even if it was just you whispering into his ear as a joke, you’ll quickly find his ears reddening and his face heating up

Hates sharing his food with others especially his white rice , but if it’s you, he’ll be seated beside you putting all sorts of food in your rice bowl and would stare at you with secret heart eyes while you’re eating

Often thinks of you while he’s shopping, so he’ll always come back home with a bunch of gifts for you, just because when he saw them, they ‘reminded him of you’

The kisses shared between you two are always little pecks. He’s way too shy to start giving you a whole French kiss but if you did insisted or try it on him, he’ll gladly return back the favor and of course end up in a blushing mess afterwards

His texts and words are pretty dry but the boy truly loves you. It’s just he doesn’t know how to be romantic and when he tries, he’ll come off really flushed and awkward. So just make sure to lead him on step by step, slowly

This cutie is such a good artist so he'll often come up to you, shyly asking you if you'd wanna pose for him so he can draw you. But soon he'll get comfortable enough to take photographs of you whenever you two are on a date or really just whenever it is. And he'll look back at the photos smiling secretly. Soon you'll see several canvas with arts of you all over his room. Believe it or not, mans had drawn every single photo he's taken of you.

You often go through his closet, grabbing and wearing whatever oversized hoodie or t-shirt you could find. He wouldn’t complain about it at all but he aren’t those type of boyfriends who go “aww you look so cute in my hoodie” but you definitely will catch him, secretly taking photos of you in his clothes with a cheeky smile

He’d be the type to hold your hand shyly in public making it not seem too obvious. If you run up to him and give him a peck on the lips or cheeks, he’ll get flushed so so fast. But overall I think in public he won’t be those type of boyfriends who kept showing off their girlfriends so proudly, not because he’s uncomfortable or he’s trying to hide it, it’s just how he is. He doesn’t think it’s necessary to be all that, I mean you’re his after all, that’s all that matters ;)

In conclusion, Jo is definitely not those lovey dovey overly affectionate boyfriends but the cute shy boy does show affection in his own cute little ways.

[blubushie]

the whole charm of tf2 is that the mercenaries and miss pauling all look like normal, regular people that you would meet in real life yet at the same time they have smart designing choices with a dash of cartoonish charm that make them instantly recognizable and iconic. obviously a scene guy with an overly complicated design will look out of place in that world (i don't like mimi sentry for the same reason)

You absolutely get it anon.

And the funny bit is that that holds true to real life. People who do that kinda work IRL—hitmen, assassins, mercenaries for hire—aren't flashy and eye-catching. They look like normal people you'd meet any other day on the street because eye-catching means they're drawing attention to themselves, which means they can't do their fucken jobs.

I have first hand experience with my bounty work. You have to look the part. Leather hat, flanno, jeans, leather belt, leather boots—I blend in perfectly with the people around me in the towns I frequent, which means I blend in perfectly when doing dirty work. I can tail bounties without a problem because I don't stand out like a fucken shag on a rock. I'm not memorable, I'm not something that's going to be eye-catching and stick out in someone's peripheral or their memory, instead I'm just another passing face in the crowd. In two days no one will remember I ever passed through. This makes my job much easier and much safer. And guess what? When I'm in a city and working there I dress differently. I ditch the dingo boots for runners, I wear a tracksuit with a t-shirt underneath, I wear a hoodie atop all that.

The scene look is out of place not just historically but also professionally. Too eye-catching. Her Hacker never woulda become a merc to start with looking like that, and defo wouldn't have stayed one. Nobody would hire him cuz, believe it or not, covertness is actually important when you're doing illegal shit.

[bramblepurr]

OH YEA BABY IT’S THAT PIZZA GUY!! also featuring my design for honey/listener!! they r t4t gay4gay autistic4autistic u already KNOW.. i didn’t listen to guy at first bc well. i’m a sucker for fantasy. regular guy wasn’t super appealing. but now he’s swiftly became a favourite i’m in hell

[ id: two digital art pieces centred around the pizza guy character from redactedverse. guy, named gabriel by op, is a fat hairy trans man with a tan skin tone and medium brown fluffy hair in a mullet style that reaches his shoulders.

the first piece is a character page featuring a full body coloured drawing of guy, where he’s wearing shorts, a tank top, socks, and checkered shoes. he’s also shown wearing multiple bandaids, alongside his tank top falling off of one shoulder and his socks being pulled up evenly. there are three other uncoloured (apart from blush) drawings of guy on the page: him blushing with his shoulders raised and without a shirt - showing inverted-t top surgery scars, him looking up at the viewer and grinning, and him laid back against pillows while wearing a hoodie exposing his tummy and holding a tangle fidget toy - looking to the left of the page while saying “yea honey? … o shit” the other text featured on the page is “#1 tboy cringe” underneath the trans and gay flags as well as a short playlist: peek-a-boo - red velvet, you! me! dancing! - los campesinos!, bodys - car seat headrest, apple cider - beabadoobee, helium - glass animals, sober to death - car seat headrest, don’t get the deal - beabadoobee, love, me normally - will wood, and push & pull - twice.

the second piece is a drawing of guy with his listener character ‘honey’, named jamie by op. guy is looking up at honey with his hand on the other’s chest, while honey looks down at him with one hand at his waist and the other in his own pocket. honey is taller than guy and has paler skin, dark brown - almost black - hair, and round glasses. he’s also fat and hairy but has less facial hair than guy. the drawing shows both characters drawn from the thighs up. each of them also have hearts in text bubbles, with guy’s having two exclamation points next to his. ]

[thatoneadhdseabunny]

Meet My OC! (Part Four)

For most of her outfits, she had Yellow as her main color, but I had tons of ideas for her, and lmk if you all want to see what these outfits looked like, I sketched a lot of ‘em, but for now, I'll just kind of describe what each one looked like.

PS: Some did change, some probably will change in the future :)

Pheonix Drop High S1/S2- Obviously, at school, she had her uniform, but she’d add little friendship bracelets to her wrist for each friend she made. (Though she didn’t give everyone the matching friendship bracelets until later, the first one to receive one being Aphmau.)

But outside of school, she tended to wear a brown oversized hoodie with black leggings. White headphones sat around her neck if they weren’t sitting atop her head. She wore white high tops, hand embroidered with little sunflowers on them. They weren’t good by any means, but they were handmade, and she loved them to death.🌻🌻🌻

Falcon Claw University- Her freshman year is rough, mentally and physically, so she just walks around in a black hoodie and some cut off shorts with rips in them. Her feet still clad in those sunflower shoes, though they don’t fit her anymore. You’d never guess she majored in fashion design.💛💛💛

Mystreet- A combination of her outfits for the last few years: The yellow hoodie from high school, though she usually perfers it unzipped now showing off a little sunflower motif on a white slightly cropped T-shirt. She always wears her cutoffs that somehow still fit from college, and will usually be seen in flip flops, and her nails are almost always painted a pretty green, so she can fidget when she needs to, and stop biting her nails like Aaron keeps telling her.

Love~Love Paradise- Kawaii~Chan insisted she pick a two piece. She should’ve listened to her gut. This season, she draws more attention to herself, in a pastel yellow halter Bikini with a white bottom skirt, also seen in flip flops. She’s also constantly wishing she could find a cover up. Although, she does tend to have Garroth’s arm around her shoulder… maybe that’ll warm her up.

Lover's Lane- It was a terrible choice on her part. She should’ve gone with KC and Katelyn. But she’s never been known for being smart. So as she sits, hiding in her room, trying to find a new pair of shoes, to match her of the shoulder yellow sweater and the white skirt that she tends to wear. Her Sunflower ones have been out of commission for a while now. Maybe she should get some new shoes at Mall Day?

Emerald Secret- Wears jeans with one of Garroth’s old sweaters and a white scarf, though said scarf doesn’t stay white for much longer.

Starlight- She finds a blue slightly cropped halter top to wear over her black bikini and she tends to pair it with a pair of dark blue denim shorts and she totally stole her flip flops from Melissa (don’t tell her though.)

When Angel's Fall- She wears Garroth’s Jacket from high school. He gave it to her two years back when she’d come over for a Frozen marathon, and she wears it whenever she’s stressed. She wears it over a pair of white shorts and a black tank top. She misses the good old days when she didn’t have to worry about how durable her outfit was.

[New!]

One Last Time- She has one of Garroth’s old T-shirts, or even jackets on at all times. With everyone still healing from when Angel’s fall, I don’t know what she’s supposed since [Redacted] would change everything for her.

{Side Rant- Tbh. I have yet to put any thought into this one, because season 7 is actually coming? And I'm excited about this, because (FINALLY !!!!!!!!!) I am a normal human being.]

[layton-heritage-posts]

Alright everyone listen up, I’m gonna talk about my participation in the Sexyman tournament and also reveal the first and probably last Heritagesona to ever see the light of the sun.

First up, I love to see you guys get creative with all this like you did with the other two Sexyman tournaments. Be it Propaganda-Posters, Art, posts, whatever. Those were already the highlight of the og True Sexyman contest, so I hope to see them make a return. Especially if they are propaganda for me.

But, and this should really be clear, please don’t get weird with it. You can make as many jokes on my account as you want but I really don’t want to wake up one day and see me drawn in a… let’s say unfortunate way. I don’t think any of you would actually go that far, but I still wanted to make it clear. The other rp blogs pose as fictional characters, but don’t forget you’re dealing with a real person this time.

Now, let’s talk about something more interesting. After seeing the drawing of me in the jojo pose walking towards the greggs (which is an amazing piece of art, definitely check out the artist @lordchairesq) I realized that none of you know what I look like, which is normally great in tearms of Internet anonymity, but might become a problem when it comes to propaganda posts.

Sooooo, may I introduce you to:

Sexymanified Me.

Alright, let’s go through this.

First thing you probably noticed was the monitor strapped to my head. I had a bunch of ideas for how to hide my face, but none of them really worked out the way I wanted to, so I settled for this.

Fortunately for me, I have the natural twink body type. We’re talking rivaling Clive Dove levels of Twinkness. That’s a pretty good pre-condition for a Sexyman tourney.

Also yes, due to popular demand I did add cat ears. Kinda.

Moving further down, I also got headphones. ADHD sucks, but at least I have these things to send sound waves strong enough to break metal down my eardrum to drown anything around me out. The ones I always wear are wired ones, but because the cord I tried to draw looked incredible shitty I decided to just act like they are Bluetooth ones.

And now we come to the most important part of my character design. Admittedly, I have no idea what they are called in English, but it’s a pretty thin jacket that works kinda like a hoodie. I own 5 of these things, but only one has an ace flag sown onto the shoulder. That’s right, this Sexyman is unfuckable.

I don’t actually own the T-Shirt that I wear here. I don’t even have a shirt in this color. But I needed some more connections to this blog.

What you can’t see here is that I also have an ace ring. It’s nothing special, just a simple black ring.

Lastly I also have some boots that I love to wear. They are only meant for winter/fall, but I always wear them into spring as far as I can. If you think you recognize them no you don’t.

And that was everything! Obviously, if you want to, you guys are free to change some things about the design if you want (for example me in the news reporter outfit) or throw in a reference to something that happened on here or whatever.

I'll even throw in a png version so you can put me in situations.

Also one with an empty screen.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Uhhii!!!! I was wondering if you could do an outsiders matchup for me if you're still doing them? I want it to be a male character please!

Physical description: I have thick shoulder length wavy brown hair. It's really soft (like- it's practically fur) even though I barely do anything to it (like I literally just use shampoo and conditioner wtf-). I have pale skin and blue eyes. I pretty much always have big ol’ bags under my eyes. I usually wear sweatpants and a hoodie along with my black and white converse with little sharpie lines that make them look like paws :3. When I’m not wearing my coat I'll have a slightly oversized T-shirt. I also have this coyote tail I'll clip onto the back of my pants and I've been wearing that a lot! I’m also a bit chubby. (I honestly forgot how tall I am so uh around five and a half)

Personality: I’m pretty quiet until I become friends with someone and then I will just not shut up. I don't really understand other's emotions that well and I have a hard time showing mine. I also have a hard time putting how I'm feeling into words. I tend to struggle with empathy and comforting people. I try to make jokes about bad things happening to me or shared experiences with me and my close friends. I have really high energy except when I’m tired, and then I'll practically be passing out. I tend to hold grudges for a long time. I don't really care about what happens to me which leads me to just not for anything for a few days and I'll be miserable because I don't have anyone with me and I need to be told to take care of things to do it most of the times (like I can barely take care of myself). I qwill however do literally anything for my friends, even if it puts me directly in harm's way. I don't really know what to talk about most of the time so I'll just follow them around like a lost puppy. I also act like some feral gremlin a lot of the time. I show affection like a cat or crow just bringing the people I care about weird little trinkets.

Things I like: PALEONTOLOGY!!!!!!!! Musicals, drawing, animals, and fantasy! I mainly like to draw dragons and dinosaurs and I read books about them lot! My favorite type of book is probably xenofiction!! (Stories told from the perspective of nonhuman things. Like warrior cats or wings of fire!) I love to read and I’m really good with spelling (on paper. I make so many typos omg). I also like going out to the country and howling with the coyotes!!

Other info: I sleep like a cat. I have a hard time falling asleep but I sleep in really weird and uncomfortable positions. I can also bend my fingers back a lot more than normal without touching them(I only found out this wasn't how far everyone else could bend their fingers back this year ;-;) I hate milk. I literally gag while trying todrink it. But I willeat almost everything tgat isn't food! This could be little bits ofetsl, stuff offthe floor, paper, and other stuff. My rule is if I don't gag while trying to ingest it it's fine. (I have a problem.) I’m Transmasc and a gay grey aroace (i think-)! My pronouns are He/It/That

No pressure to do this!! If it isn't enough info I'll happily resend this!

Your Outsiders Ship: Darry Curtis

Explanation: starting off with your looks, I feel like he would be extremely attracted to you. He loves your hair and how soft it is, and I feel like he constantly be running his hands through it or asking if he can run his hands through it I just feel like it’s one of his favorite things to do especially at the end of a long day from work. He just wants to come home and run his hands through your beautiful hair and I support that honestly. He thinks your eyes are gorgeous and wishes that you didn’t have such bags under them if they’re from tiredness and if they’re natural, he’d find them cute but if you were tired and that’s why you always had them he would insist that you go to sleep more because he’s just caring like that. Your casual style is some thing that he can relate to, and I think that he would find your tail utterly adorable. I think he also likes it that you’re short because that’s some thing he would totally tease you about whether it’s just making a joke about it or lifting you up and spinning you around to show the height difference I don’t know. I just feel like he likes his partners shorter. he would start the conversation with you if you were more quiet and as soon as you guys get kind of that past awkward stage and you start talking a lot, he’s honored that you can do that with him and I just feel like he’d be so in love with whatever you have to say. I feel like he relates to not being able to express his emotions properly or really even understand them because I feel like he has some extreme anger issues that can often result in him bursting out into anger when he doesn’t even mean to be that harsh he just doesn’t know how to handle his emotions so I feel like that’s something that you would work together as a couple and he would absolutely understand if you ever had your fits of anger as well and you guys could work through that together and it would be good for the both of you but I feel like it’s something that you would bond or connect over. I’m not sure how he would feel about you casually joking about your trauma. I feel like he’d be a bit uncomfortable with it until he discovers that you really are just fine with it. You humor is way how you cope and it helps you kind of process your emotions and then he supports it and laughs along. You guys would also be perfect because if you can’t care for yourself, he will take care of you. He’s been taking care of people all his life and now he’s kind of used to it so I feel like he would be a great partner to have for you because he would be the one constantly reminding you to drink water eat food. Remember that you have that appointment today remember X and I feel like he would be just a great partner to help you, get back on your feet and get on track. He would be a great person to help you focus as well. he knows how to sort his priorities and would help you with that. He would love any weird little trinkets that you got him and probably cherish them forever and I feel like he would try to get you stuff too, and he would save up at the end of the month from all of his free money that isn’t going directly to bills and food in order to get you a nice gift. He doesn’t get xenofiction at first, but as soon as you introduce this new genre to him, I feel like it expanse his mind on literature because I also think that he’s a frequent reader like I don’t think pony is the only one in the household to Reese I think Darry is a frequent reader when you introduce him to this new genre of book he would totally be in love with it. I just feel like he thinks the concept is incredibly interesting and just yeah, really find it. Fascinating concept. He thinks it’s cool that you’re passionate about so many different things and he hopes one day he can have as many interests you and not feel so bland whenever he’s next to you because I mean you have a lot of different cool things that you’re interested in sometimes he feels like he’s not good enough for you which she would have to reassure him that he is. He’s made fun of you multiple times for your weird sleeping

Positions and I feel like some part of him is still satisfied though because he just likes seeing you and looking at you so relaxed in here really weird position and I feel like he’d only make fun of you for it and like a joking you’re friendly way and if it was something you didn’t insecure about he would drop it, but I don’t know. I just feel like it’s kind of funny to see you so relaxed and such a strange position but if it, makes you happy then it makes him happy. I think he would be a bit disturbed the first time he tries to see you eat something that isn’t food and would make you force it out of your mouth and he thinks that if something isn’t healthy, you should not be eating it so if you tried to eat something that was like not good for you he would definitely make you spit it out and he would pry this shit out of your mouth so don’t don’t even try around him OK? Anyway yall are cute!

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Day 10: What does your muse look like? Did anything inspire his looks? From your secret Santa

He has a description in his segment of my google doc, and I've drawn him a handful of times, but I've yet to make a full ref of him. I'll go ahead and lovingly describe him again since his appearance is something that I really like about him. Putting that under the cut though. For inspiration, I'd say that Robert Pattinson was definitely kept in mind. I really liked his face, but I couldn't see it for Sid, nor could I imagine him portraying my character. Face claims are hard, especially when your character looks a specific way that doesn't align with your mental image of the muse. In spite of that and what I've been told though, Simon Henriksson from Cry of Fear wasn't taken into account despite the comparisons that could be made about their characters.

I did want him to vaguely look like a hunter from Left 4 Dead though, since originally he was going to be a zombie.

He is a tall, pale man, as sickly as a corpse but life still persists through him somehow. It couldn't be fathomed with how dull his skin looked besides the norm of a healthy glow. His eyes are sunken are the results of sleepless nights, and days spent rotting away in the dark of his room, though there is something that is unsettling about them. They're nearly unnatural with how light they are, nearing a silver while retaining a hint of blue. They say he has his father's eyes, but they were never this light, a testament of the horrific act that was done unto him by his partner. Even so, it is rare of him to express such through the windows of his soul, as it is often that they are curtained by the black mop atop his head.

His hair is a mess, perpetual bedhead that never bothered to be tamed. It curls slightly, with bangs framing his face to try to draw attention away from his striking eyes. Sid doesn't bother with his hair much, unless it's a hot day or irritating him. What he tends to wear doesn't change often, unless the Entity or someone else has bestowed upon him a new choice of attire, anything would be better than the bland clothes he likes to default to. That being said, his usual choice happens to be: a grey hoodie, black t-shirt, khaki cargo pants, and worn black sneakers. He prefers to dress for comfort rather than to dress formally, there isn't anyone he's trying to impress anymore, or would care to... save for a small few.

General appearances aside, he has a few finer details to his character that is rarely ever brought up. He has a prominent scar over his heart, taking the shape of a half of a heart(ironically) from when he was stabbed by Selene. The hair on his chest has stopped growing around there. His nails are also permanently black since he's reanimated. Even while being brought to the Fog, he still died, and I thought that it'd be neat of him to have. While his abilities are essentially non-existent save for his premonitions of the supernatural(dark sense/spine chill, etc.), he still has Scythe buried in his heart. If a killer stabs him there, they have a chance of hitting it, but they won't ever be able to physically retrieve it(he's not a kinder egg.)

Everything that I've explained here doesn't differentiate much from what I already have listed in his sheet, which is already pretty descriptive enough. Plus I have some other body headcanons: like how his teeth were made sharper upon being revived, or how he has stretchmarks on his stomach and arms. The little changes about his person from when he was alive compared to when he died/got brought back were very subtle, but they're a joy to describe. Regardless, when designing him, I didn't want to do anything grand with his character because he's not meant to be stylized. His whole point is that he was a normal guy, and then his whole life got flipped on his head. As he develops, he's bound to change and have more added onto his character, but as I see him now he is a perfect representation of what I wanted him to be.

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Rushes in*

I saw the OC single-! What do your ocs where on a daily basis ( ie formal or casual or sweater) what is your oc favorite color/color you a sign them with And what music do you associate them with.

That’s all.

What do they wear:

Elly: she usually wears any of her many Black t-shirts, these often have different designs related to things she enjoy, from different media, to more general aesthetic. Along side any of her conveniently identical to draw trousers. The jacket she only wears when she's going to explore ghost stuff, it was from her mother when she was her age and she thinks it brings her luck. On winter she does like to wear hoodies.

Trucy (ghost): She only wears the one dress.

Trucy (human): She was from poor family, most the clothes she used to wear where from her mother when she had her age and usually had some stitches here and there.

Dan (Ghost): Technically he only wears the hat...

Dan (Human): Without revealing much, he did like to wear formal.

OC's favorite color(s)

Elly: Black, Dark Blue, Purple & Dark Green.

Trucy: Used to be blue, but spending years of your death surrounded by the same color makes you start to dislike it a bit, so now it's orage.

Dan: Green‚ Brown, light blue.

What music do you associate them with.

Elly: Honestly If we're talking songs then Elly definitely would be "All my friends sre ghost" since that song is basically ligated to her creation. (leaving the remix version here since it's also really good and I already liked the OG in another ask)

But if we're talking more in the sense of music she would listen to normally, Id actually say some jazzy tunes, definitely anything with trumpets, but she knows she doesn't look like the kind of person that would be into that and if she ever got asked for a song from her playlist she would respond with one from Trucy's.

Trucy: I honestly don't associate her with any song in particular, but she does love Rock from many different genres, songs I can think of she would actually sing along are "terror time again", "La frontera", "I need a Hero".

Dan: I associate Dan so much with the song "El Hombre al Piano", that the chapter about his backstory is named after a line from it.

This in my mind also made me associate Dan with Piano music, Dan knows how to play piano, but he hasn't played one for a long time...