#originally each piece of clothing was going to be the color of the character he stole it from

[esmeblaise]

the key to designing any luffy is remembering that at least 80% of his closet used to belong to someone else, whether gifted, stolen, or repurposed the boy has never bought a single piece of clothing for himself

[hotvintagepoll]

can yo utalk more about how the costume designers are different?

Sure!

There are no hard-and-fast rules for telling one designer's work from another, because most designers adapt their style to the story they're telling—a sign of a good design is if you don't notice it, because it feels so natural and a piece of the world of the movie. But I still think you can see connections and quirks in a designer's body of work that show what they specifically bring to each project.

Walter Plunkett—sense of humor. I mentioned this earlier but there's a brightness to Plunkett's work, a sense of perspective on the story he's telling and how he's translating it into clothes—Seven Brides for Seven Brothers has dresses made of Salvation Army quilts, which shows some creative thinking about how his stranded characters would build outfits from nothing; Singin' in the Rain is self referential to the silly things he wore and designed as a young man in the 20s; Gone with the Wind has that fun curtain dress, where he intentionally keeps the tassel as a tell on its origins. That kind of thing might sound easy, but keeping a sense of humor and context present in the costume design is vanishingly rare. His clothes can trend a little camp, but I think that's part of the fun.

Edith Head—high fashion styling. Edith's favorite movies to design for were pieces with High Fashion Moments™, things that leaned heavily on sophistication, suits, and showing the clothes as clothes. You can see this in Grace Kelly's gowns in Rear Window, Kim Novak's suit in Vertigo, Bette Davis in All About Eve—elegant designs that have minimal trim or color, that get their power from their clean lines, tailoring, and very specific detail points.

Helen Rose—also trends toward camp, but less because of little humorous touches like Plunkett and more because of her fondness for gaudy colors and extravagant details. She rarely nails the tailored elegance of Head, but she makes up for it by going bold—her designs have a sense of big-ness to them, plus that love of color where they punch right off the screen.

Adrian—if there's a weird shoulder pad or some angular tailoring happening, Adrian is probably involved. You know Adrian's work from The Wizard of Oz—he loves high proportions, and builds his work off of them.

Orry-Kelly—I haven't found a consistent tell across his work, but if he's the designer you can tell it's going to be a banger.

[ratatouillewastakendammit]

30% Off

Pairing: Hawks x reader

Summary: In the end of the world, death around every corner means you don’t exactly get much time to pleasure yourself. Thankfully, someone you’ve had your eye on is more than willing to help

Warnings: smuttttt; edging; language; apocalypse AU; the 'monster cocks' that I found in a Spencer's the other day.

(I originally wanted to write this for an AIB character, but it's been a while since I've touched on Hawks so I literally just did it again with him.)

Your fingers flit through a small sea of heavy fabrics, each embroidered with some colorful design of whatever video game or anime character had been trending when the world stopped.

Apparently, it had been Gojo, the white outlines of his hair a stark difference to the black of the hoodies base framework.

The material was heavy and warm, hiding your fingers from the damp chill in the air as you slid them underneath to find the price tag.

$49.99

The notion of one piece of clothing being nearly worth a young teens entire shift made your eyebrows tug upward.

Slipping the cloth off of its hanger, you gently ripped the price tag off, letting it fall to the floor as you snuck an arm into one of the sleeves.

Once upon a time, you would have cared about the littering, but it wasn’t as if rest of the mall didn’t look any different.

It was getting increasingly hard to care about things like that.

Instead, you focused on the comfort of your newfound treasure. Taking what you wanted was one of the few benefits you reaped in a place like this.

The mall doors had been hard to pry open, but a crowbar and a few minutes had done just fine. With a few days of peace before another game needing to be won, Mirko suggested some good old scavenging.

If anything, it was a lot better than sitting around and starving to death.

So you, her, and a few others had ended up here, each going their own way to cover the maximum amount of ground before darkness fell over this wasteland.

And while you didn’t exactly think Spencer’s would have the most survivalist-prone gear, it was one of the only stores in the North end of the mall that didn’t reek of rotting food.

You slipped through a wall of nose piercings, grabbing another thick hoody that sported a small drawing of Killua Zoldyck on the lower right corner.

Going towards the back of the store, you rummaged through the trays of snacks that could usually be found near the checkout desk. Even though they technically weren’t the most nutritious, sour gummies and sodas were known to have a better-than-average shelf life.

As you scoured over numerous packages and Best Buy dates, your gaze slipped a few feet to your left, eyes widening as a short chuckle bubbled up into your throat.

You walked over to a stand proudly boasting its abundance of ‘Creature Cocks’ and picked up a glow-in-the-dark Unicorn dildo.

It was nearly 9-inches.

Guess I could use that thing as a weapon if anything.

Snickering, you put the sparkly sex toy back and let your line of sight graze curiously over the smaller, more much conventional ones.

It had been a long time.

Which wasn’t surprising, since personal pleasure wasn’t exactly a priority during what many would define as the apocalypse.

Still…

Almost unconsciously, you reached out, fingers curling around a small toy that slightly resembled one you used to have.

“You know most of those don’t work anymore, right?”

“Shit!” You spun around in fear, locking eyes with the second male in your little group, Hawks. His lower lip was curled in amusement as you pressed a hand to your pounding chest. “You just gave me a heart attack, asshole!”

Regardless, nervous excitement brewed in your stomach. The feelings you harbored for the individual in front of you were dangerous and you knew that, but they were hard to ignore.

“Sorry, didn’t think I was interrupting anything,” his eyes flit down to the device in your hand, a feline-like smirk spreading across his features as he turned and began to leave. “But I’ll leave you to it.”

You dropped the toy, it’s clatter against the floor causing him to swivel his gaze back and you to internally cringe. “Batteries,” you swallowed, cheeks beginning to burn as you mentally fumbled for an excuse. “Some have batteries. I figured we’d run out at some point. For flashlights and stuff… ya know?”

Rambling. You’re rambling. Stop it.

Hawks cocked an eyebrow, stalking closer and quietly bending down to pick up the device. When he straightened, his body was a few centimeters from yours.

A contrasting scent of ashes and spice hit your senses as he lifted an arm to put the toy back, effectively caving you in on one side.

You wondered absentmindedly if he still would’ve smelt faintly of fire if he wasn’t stuck here, in a world surrounded by death and decay.

“If you really needed help that badly, you could’ve just asked,” he replied, wolfish grin doing nothing to quell the heat blooming into your face.

The meaning of his statement hit you like a train, the suggestion crawling below your abdomen to tease you with a flash of pleasure.

“I don’t… I wasn’t trying to-”

“But you want to,” you blinked, eyes wide in surprise as his arm snaked around your waist. “Besides, it might be dangerous to leave you all hot and bothered during an attack or something, don’t you think?”

“I’m not… I’m fine,” the reply definitely lacked the assertion you planned to give it, the idea of his skin against yours more than distracting.

He let out a raspy hum. “So it wouldn’t turn you on at all if I did something like this?”

The hand resting on your hip began moving downward, began toying with the top of your jeans.

Mindlessly, your hips lifted upwards, practically begging to meet his touch.

That smirk grew slightly, excitement flashing through brown irises. “Thought so.”

His hand slipped under the fabric, gently brushing against your clit. The contact made your body jerk in surprise, that soft heat slowly building as the touch moved in between your thighs.

“I-” One finger pushed between your folds, drawing a soft groan from you as he began to slowly thrust the digit in and out.

“I know, princess. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you.”

His lips grazed over yours, gently stealing the sigh you gave in response to his movements. Blond hair tickled your face as he continued to whisper praises in your ear.

“So pretty,” his free arm linked under yours when your knees threatened to fall out from under you.“Do you know long I’ve wanted to do this? Wanted you?”

He watched as you continued to slip away in a pleasured haze, expression flashing for a mere second in adoration as his finger drew soft circles over your clit.

The feeling was overwhelming, the rest of the world melting away from the burning heat just begging to reach its climax.

Then it vanished, his touch slipping away as quickly as it came before he pressed his lips against yours, the moment lasting mere seconds but leaving you breathless.

“Why did you stop?” The desperation in your tone might have embarrassed you, if you cared.

“So needy,” he taunted. “I’ll fuck you properly when we have some more privacy.”

You almost reached out to stop him when he backed away, your pride saved as the rest of your group pushed through the isles.

“You guys okay? We’re gonna head back to the shelter soon.” Mirko stopped, eyes widening as she took in the area. “What are you doing back-“

“We thought there might be some batteries in here.” Hawks grabbed one of the toys. An effortless smile gracing his lips , he spun the package around so the label was visible. “30% percent off.”

[shakingparadigm]

Not only Till and Ivan, but it seems like Luka parallels with almost every ALNST character in different ways. I mean, I think this applies to everyone in how they parallel each other in some form, but I find it interesting that Luka’s character in particular seems to have adopted/inherited specific traits from nearly every character. I say nearly because Mizi seems to be the only exception, but maybe if I squint a bit harder I’ll find something they can relate with. For now nothing comes to mind lol.

Luka and…

Sua: Similar in demeanor, appearance, and in their mysterious narrative role. Both have a strange ethereal “vibe”, wear empty doll-like expressions, are dressed up like dolls with white frilly clothing adorned with a bow, their owners objectify and present them to the universe to be leered and gawked at, their birthdays are one day apart, and they both covered each other’s songs despite having no known direct relation to each other.

Till: Similar in background, talent, and onstage presence. Both artistic geniuses, overwhelm their opponents on stage, and are physically abused and exploited for their skills by their segyeins.

Ivan: Similar in personality, execution, and reputation. Both are seen as perfect “princes” in their respective audiences, calm and consistent, smart/calculating, psychologically twisted, and put on a mature charismatic facade around others.

Hyuna: Similar in their motivations. Both share the same rooted desire for freedom and control over their own life and gain a sense of catharsis in finding that autonomy/independence on the stage.

Luka’s character seems to have no real sense of identity. So, in a way, it’s as if his entire identity is built off of every other character despite being the most alienated (ba dum tss) of them all. He’s a blank canvas who’s been painted in the other characters’ colors. Actually, everyone was originally a blank canvas. Sua is the stemming point who’s painted everyone in color, then everyone painted Luka in their respective colors. The author has stated that every ALNST character originated from Sua. In contrast, it seems like Luka was originated from everyone else.

This is a fantastic observation, anon! I agree! I find that Luka is a rather omnipresent character, almost to the likes of Sua but not quite. This might not make as much sense, but I feel Hyuna is on this level as well.

(Long post ahead! Sorry, I ended up rambling and maybe going off-topic...)

Something that has always intrigued me is that Hyuna and Luka are set apart from the rest of the cast. Unlike the main 4, who's story is rapidly unfolding in the present, Hyuna and Luka's inciting incident has already passed. What they're doing now is dealing with the aftermath and attempting to lay their demons to rest (for Hyuna, at least). Bits and pieces of these two can be found within the main 4, and several comparisons can be made (and often they are made canonically, whether it be implied in the content or directly stated by Q and V).

Mentally, I've always split the main 6 in half. Hyuna with Mizi and Till, Luka with Sua and Ivan. The reasons are obvious, of course.

Luka, Sua and Ivan make up what is essentially the perfection trifecta. Dressed in pure white (eventually, for Ivan), charismatic personas, camera-ready marketing stars. An important part of how they cope with expectations and lack of control is by separating themselves into the persona they put on for the audience and the person they actually are. They're passive and obedient, playing along with whatever the segyein want them to do, top students at anakt (Luka was number 1 during his time, while Sua and Ivan often alternate between 1st and 2nd place, essentially a tie in a way), and often perform to perfection. However, Sua and Ivan still retain a part of themselves that is theirs and no one else's. It's obvious in the way they allow themselves to indulge in certain things, the way Ivan makes room for personal time and how Sua refuses to disclose more information than absolutely necessary, protective of her privacy. While Luka gives himself to the audience completely, it's safe to assume that he's doing it out of necessity and not exactly by will (is there an identity behind the success? what is he if not a winner?). There are the sides of them that will happily present themselves in front of a camera, and the sides of them that are cynical and scornful of the life they were forced into. For the most part, they act logically. The obedient pet act ensures their safety and although it is excruciating, they've weighed their options and decided that this is the best way to take advantage of their circumstances. Smart, well-behaved and proper pets.

I like to call the trio of Hyuna, Mizi and Till the rebels because that's essentially what they are (at least eventually). As the other half, they're meant to be the opposite of what is considered "perfect". It's established that Luka, Sua and Ivan are careful and calculated when presenting themselves to an audience, putting forward only their best and hiding their true imperfect selves under this mask. Hyuna, Mizi and Till however are largely characterized by their authenticity, their genuine display of self. When they perform, there is no mask. They offer themselves fully on stage and present their genuine emotions, whether or not it's palatable enough for the audience to take. Their actions are less calculated and moreso driven by the heart, for better or for worse. Mizi and Till are openly dejected and upset in their respective second rounds, while a more careful pet like Ivan would attempt to hide their true feelings and put on a brave face (which he does during the beginning of his part in ROUND 6). Hyuna's rescue of Mizi leans less towards logical reasoning and more towards her own emotions, her personal need for self-consolation. There's also the rebellion factor, Hyuna is a literal rebel, Mizi becomes a rebel and Till is described as a rebel. Unlike their counterparts, they are able to act more freely and don't carry the same heavy sense of responsibility that the others do. They are themselves unabashedly, either because they fought tooth and nail for it (Hyuna & Till) or because they were raised in an environment where they never had to (Mizi).

You've already done a great job at pointing out the parallels between Luka, Sua and Ivan. To further add onto your points, it's commonly believed that Luka so easily and uncannily mimicked Sua in ROUND 5 because of the fact that he was already so similar to her. It's also directly stated in Luka's character design logs that Luka and Ivan's characters were incredibly similar, with the only difference being the personality of the mask that they put on (calm and doll-like for Luka, cool and cheerful for Ivan).

Hyuna can be seen within Mizi and Till as well. The fact that Hyuna sees herself in Mizi is the main reason as to why she saves her in the first place. Once full of joy and blind optimism, innocence shattered at the loss of a loved one. Till bears resemblance to Hyuna as well, both physically (their eyeshapes are strikingly similar, and Hyuna's eyecolor, brighter as a child, is quite close to Till's teal during specific moments), personality-wise (rebellious, fighting for freedom) and in terms of singing style (Hyuna was originally described to be "rock-and-roll", both perform with strong, loud and energetic voices).

Luka's similarity with Till is a special instance. I've said this before (and you've already brought it up), but I believe they're both essentially two very different people who were put into very similar circumstances. Till is overflowing with emotion and a desire to protect his individuality, bearing "quirks equivalent to 10 people" as Ivan says. Luka, on the other hand, seems to have a rather fragile identity. We don't know anything about him besides the fact that he was created to be a winner, trained and conditioned under extremely brutal means. The only times we see him exhibit any semblance of free will and desire is when he's vying for Hyuna's attention or exerting control over others. While Till and Luka are different fundamentally, they're both put through abusive training and experimentation in order to fulfill the goals of their power-hungry guardians. Unrivaled talent at a steep price.

It's interesting how even Hyuna, who was created to be Luka's exact opposite, is able to parallel him in a certain way. Thank you for pointing that out! As their lives are constantly dictated by their owners, the stage is their only escape, a playground of sorts where they finally have the opportunity to control their circumstances. The difference is that while Heperu is overly-invested in and nearly obssessed with Luka's victory, Phan does not care for Hyuna at all. In fact, Phan does not particularly care for ALNST in general, only participating as a sponsor. They care so little that they couldn't even be bothered to watch the show. As Phan lacks any investment in ALNST, Hyuna's life is much less restrictive and ruthless than Luka's. Hyuna loves performing because it allows her to feel free, a form of self-expression that liberates her from the monotony of segyein routine and allows her to feel like her life is hers. While Luka is essentially the same, his means are much more intense. His life is managed right down to the minute, basically a puppet on a string. Since every other aspect of his autonomy has been taken from his control, the stage is genuinely all he has. Unlike Hyuna, who has a strong personality and set of beliefs, Luka does not have much to express. Instead, he finds his identity and sense of control in dominating others, exerting force and pressure onto his opponents. This can be seen in ROUND 5, where his performance is the least emotionally charged and instead calculated to intimidate and provoke his opponent, Mizi. Hyuna's love of the stage stems from the fact that she is brimming with emotion and energy that she wants to express, parts of her that feel restricted by the way her life is led by aliens. Luka performs to dominate, to assert himself as the most powerful force in the arena, which is a privilege he will never get to have outside of it. Both Hyuna and Luka find their strongest sense of self on stage, however the ways in which they go about it are very different in nature.

I'd like to genuinely thank you for this ask, you make a lot of good points and I find the idea of Luka being a canvas "painted" by everyone else very interesting! While I agree with that idea in terms of his character conception, within the story I find him less affected by others and more as if he's the one affecting them. Just as Sua changed the trajectory of Mizi's life, Hyuna would not be where she is today if not for Luka.

[mtkay13]

Qi Ye cast poster!!

This had started as a sketch, waaay back as I was still reading Qi Ye. The original is pretty different from this (I considered adding it in the post but I actually don't like it anymore haha), but the plan was already to make this big spread with most of the -more or less- important cast.

I will add here some thoughts about the whole piece, and I guess, Qi Ye itself. My main goal was probably to express my deep and intense feelings for Qi Ye, its grandness, and its awesome cast-- and along with that, flesh out my mental image of each of them, their personality, their style. Here is a table with the names, so we know who is whom, and so I can add some details about my perspective on them and their design.

Jing Beiyuan has always come quite naturally. I just go for the "prettiest face" I ever came with in terms of : my own taste, and the features I find the most delicate. I'd argue he's the easiest character to draw for me across both QY and TYK. On this image, he's probably around 16 or 17. I find his expressions to be very fun to work on in general.

Ping An is also quite an easy character to draw, just for how specific Priest is when describing him.

Wu Xi's design is mainly inspired by a discussion with my friend Hanya, who talked about how, in SHL, Wu Xi more resembled a northern shaman than a southern shaman. It made me want to explore the designs and characteristics a bit more, and come up with more colourful fabrics, patterns, and darker skin color. Same goes for Ashinlae and Nuahar, to have them matching Wu Xi's aesthetic.

Ming Hua was included in this just because of the mess the mention of his name caused in the story. The two jealousy tantrums are just so delightful!!

Su Qingluan was made to resemble Jing Beiyuan, of course. What I wanted to reflect in her face was her frustration, mainly.

Ji Xiang and Hua Yue... Well. Nothing particular about their design either, but they had to be there. Of course, of course they had to be there.

Finally, an opportunity to draw Zishu with his fan and henchmen! Not mad that he kinda looks like a villain, here.

Lu Yu!! I drew him with an Ashinlae mask, since he disguises himself as Ashinlae. I included him because he matters a lot in my headcanons about Siji Manor. (it isn't specified, in Qi Ye, whether or not he's actually part of the manor, but I like to consider that he is for various reason that I may detail if I ever make a Siji Manor post)

I'll skip Jiang Xue and Liang Jiuxiao because their designs are steady for me, now.

I hesitated a lot for Helian Pei's pose, but ended up going for this one (looking bored, out of his depth, lost in the distance with his birds around him). I considered showing him with a bird in his hands, but I guess that's not the main vibe I get from him. And then, well, golden, flashy clothing, suited for an emperor.

Helian Zhao had to be in a showy armor, and I hated making it because it's so much work, haha. I took inspiration from an armor in NiF. I'm quite happy with how he came out in terms of both vibe and showiness.

I tried going full out on Helian Qi. Making him the villain that Qi Ye deserved. Dark, showy, elegant and horrible.

Helian Yi is also pretty solid for me, by now.

About the illustration itself, the main challenge was definitely to make a nice colour palette while still differenciating all the characters. I wanted to go with something intense, eerie, that could also complement the main tones I would go for (= red, purple, blue and green). I'm quite happy with how the golden tones, along with the green and reddish lights, make the whole thing come together. I struggled a little bit with the composition at first, but once I got the flow and the main figures down, it just happened quite easily. Anyway, I'm quite proud of this, and hope it conveys the love and admiration I have for Qi Ye well.

[n3kk1tty]

Beasts of Santa Carla

This chapter contains light mentions of NSFW material

This story includes a lot of original characters. Photos of characters and favorite scenes will be drawn. You can find their photos on the masters list along with the prologue and past chapters.

(Master List)

Original Characters- Lamia, Veve, Volk, Puck, Calypso

(Y/n)- Your name

(F/C)- Favorite Color

(F/S)- Favorite Soda

(Beasts of Santa Carla is a AU of the Lost Boys. It involves adult themes, poly relationships, and is definitely not made for the underaged. If you don't like poly content, queer representation, shipping of the boys together or heavy sexual themes and violence. This story is not meant for you and that's okay. This story is made solely for my own enjoyment and anyone else who's along for the ride. )

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3

The car jostled and lurched tumbling you around in the  dark bag as the car sped down the Santa Carla dirt roads. The wolf boys in the front hooting and hollering as the radio blasted a catchy pop tune, occasionally a hand reaching back to adjust the bag so you weren't just at the mercy of the cars jerking.  The energy was thick with excitement, hell you would have been excited if it wasn't for being forced to wear gross dirty werewolf gym clothes inside a used body bag. You were seriously gonna kick those vampires asses if you saw them. You didn't even get a say in whether you got to confront them or not. Just shoved straight out the door and into your friend's car floor.

Speaking of friends, you were happy the boy's energy was so high as it made for a perfect little lazy feeding. Though you were sure your aunt had ordered this little kidnapping at your expense . What a buzzkill she was for cockblocking your chance to give those men a piece of your mind. If they wanted to disrupt your sleep schedule and your meal time so badly then they could catch a lashing from your wrath. Tail twitching in disdain you knew your aunt was right though. If you acted like your father and jumped too quickly into a fight unprepared then you'd eventually end up enslaved to someone too.

Though despite his predicament you knew your parents loved each other but you couldn't figure out how they worked it out. Your hands find their way up to your choker fiddling with it absentmindedly. If you were in your dad's shoes freshly marked, would you be able to be happy with one partner like he was. Something from deep inside knew that wouldn't be possible even biologically. You were a hybrid. A genetic misfit. Even if you wanted to settle with just one partner your body's hunger would just end up killing them or yourself as the demand in you would never be satisfied. You had little hope of settling down one day and possibly becoming a parent like your elder family members have.

You didn't know how many partners you'd even need to be properly maintained. There was the fear in you that you’d take after your Aunt who had fourteen partners and sometimes even they couldn't keep up with her. You stop fiddling with your collar. There was no reason to be worrying about this right now. Those vampires probably just wanted to kick your ass for being in their turf or wanted to use you as a juice box till they were satisfied with you learning your lesson. The only people who wanted you were sick fucks chasing after a fantasy version of yourself. A fantasy presented to them on a glowing stage wrapped in lace and lies.

Who wants to mate a succubus for life that likes to fight and devours up life energy like a bottomless pit. A hand shakes the bag momentarily snapping you from your dark self reflection, a gruff low voice speaking above you. “ I’m moving you now. We're gonna have to walk the rest of the way on foot so sorry if it gets bumpy. Try not to make any noise, okay.” A smile graces your lips wiping off your sullen blank face. Ah, Volk. If you weren't ever going to settle down at least you had loyal friends and customers to fill your loneliness. This scary teddy bear of a man has been frequenting Chateau Vermillion ever since he strolled into town that rainy afternoon.

He was so cute his first time coming to the Chateau. He absolutely refused to make eye contact with anyone other than his adopted father as he stood in the entrance stiffer than a board. This stoic man was secretly nervous around women and you were his first and only succubus provider since that day. You were one of the kinder succubi in the joint as you didn't mind if a session didn't include sexual wants and actually preferred the change of pace. You remember when this boy strolled into your private room nervously refusing to move a inch from the door frame stuttering a pitiful hello. You raised your arms offering sanction in your lap for the boy to gently sweep away into a night of peaceful conversation and praise. Ever since he has loyally guarded you from unwanted attention.

He was a good reliable friend and like an added bonus was a delicious feed for you. His soul tasted like an apple pie topped with fresh vanilla ice cream but you knew you weren't in love with this man and neither did he love you. Maybe someday you'll get partners who love you more than life itself but today was not that day. Today you felt more like an angry sack of potatoes who was really fed up with a certain group of motorcycle riding vampires. So romance was definitely not in the air.

A door swings open and loud heavy footsteps are heard echoing through the house as a large bag is placed carefully on a mattress. The zipper is slowly pulled down from the bag and light rips through the dark gently embracing your unamused face. “Volk you know I'm gonna kick your ass if I smell like a dead guy and your B.O all night. “ You spring forth from your fabric prison crawling out onto the bed at lightning speed. The hulking tan werewolf is already five steps ahead of you standing by your side with a basket of soaps and a towel. “ You wouldn't have to if you stopped attracting weird fuckers to yah. I think Veve has my number on speed dial now.” You let out a chuckle as you start to strip the boy's clothes off yourself tossing them to him while winking.

“I think you enjoy playing a knight in shining armor. Or would it be furry armor. “ The man looks unamused as he tilts his reddening face towards the ceiling. No matter how many times he's seen you bare he never truly gets used to being this intimate with a woman. Which feels embarrassing as you two have done enough things together embarrassment should be the last thing he feels. “ I mean come on (Y/n) you are over here so much you practically live here. I can't remember the last time my bed was left alone for a week without you somehow ending up in it.” The werewolf trails behind you to the bathroom connected to the room as a cheerful crowd can be heard from the living room. “You like our sleepovers, don't even lie. You get all your needs met when you want and we also get to binge Tv shows  and eat questionable Italian food. “ 

The last of your clothes are gone except for your choker as you start the shower sitting on the toilet seat looking up sneaking a cheeky smile to him. “ I just want to know if you're safe. I'm scared one of these times someones gonna hurt you. Who the hell will watch Transformers with me and eat crappy take away food then“ Volk huffs out placing your toiletries down and hanging the towel up for you. “ I don't know, maybe you could get over your fear of women and talk to someone other than me. Or am I scaring all your potential lovers away.” You had the biggest shit eating grin on your face before Volk aggressively ruffled your head.  “ Now there's my shortstack jackass. You're not scaring no one away. I'm working on it. Just hard to get the courage to talk to Lycan women yah know. And Where's your partner huh.”.

Volk pushes your head away with a smile on his face. He hated when you were hard yourself and he could tell this vampire business was wearing you down. You hop into the nice warm shower grabbing your soaps that Volk had kept here for you. Before shutting the curtain and shoeing him off to go get you your fight clothes for the club. “ Hell will freeze before I become not single. It's not like a bunch of partners will fall outta the sky begging to date me. Also id want them to all get along and maybe also fuck around a little. You know create my own badass harem I'm always talking about “ Volk shouted back from the closet as he searched through your pile of stuff. “ Why do they gotta mess with each other as well?”

You laugh as you shout back scrubbing the vanilla soap into your skin. “ Have you ever been in a orgy before? Pretty hot when everyone's getting along. Specifically same gender action if you know what I mean.“ Volk damn near jumped outta his skin hitting his head on the top of the closet rack. “ That's just nasty. I don't wanna hear about your sexcapades. “ Volk rubbed his head holding your clothes as you turn off the shower. “ Yeah you're right, maybe I should talk about ours hmm. Let's see last time you wanted me to call you a-” Stepping out the shower Volk threw your clothes at your face, steam coming out his ears at this point. Smirking you dried your body changing into the ( F/c) leotard and leg warmers workout gear you had. You planned to get some aggression out tonight working up a sweat and probably staying the night winding down with cartoonz and whatever the others cooked for dinner.

You patted Volks shoulder as you moved to the door. “ Come on yah vanilla softie let's go join the others before they think we're in here fooling around doing the sideways tango.” Opening the door to head to the living room you noticed the curtains were open to the window and it seemed like you almost caught a flash of someone. You figured it's just your imagination or one of the boys outside being a perv trying to get a free show. Walking into the living room a pause hit the crowd before a bunch of rowdy men started cheering for you making wolf whistles. You do a little bow and a spin for the room before putting your hands up to stop there on cor of remarks. “Okay okay, Shut your traps you pervs not like you sleezers ain't seen me before in this get up. Ready to get your ass handed to you again Puck hopefully you'll get the win this time I promise I'll go easy.”

You bump the big guy on the shoulder making him scoot from his spot which he moves just a little before squeezing you against the couch cushion and armrest with his shoulder giving you a smile before opening a ( F/S) and handing it to you. “Nah, I switched with Calypso since he's coming into the fight tonight.” Your eyes widened with excitement. “You mean it! I thought Calypso had to stay with his wife till her pregnancy was over.” You could feel the anticipation like lightning through your body. Your tail swayed happily in the air, a smile as wide as can be spreading across your face in pure excitement.

“Nah she said that he's driving her nuts with his overprotectiveness. You'd think for a mercraken and having like 20 kids he’d have chilled out by now. Speaking of women though I need a favor (Y/n)” You turned your head slowly glaring the big guy down already knowing what this favor entailed. “ I’m not smelling you to test for the itchy and icky because you stuck your dick in what was cheapest again Puck.” You stared him down ready to send him to the stratosphere for being a dumbass again while the boy's face sank in panic. “Aw come on man! (Y/n) You know succubi's noses are the best way to hunt out all sorts of STDs. I just need this favor man. I didn't make enough of this check to get a full service at the Chateau, please don't tell Veve on me!.”

This hulking guy was practically grabbing your arm sobbing. “ Geez I'll do it but you gotta stop crying like a bitch every time it's getting sad man. “ Pucks face lit up before making a play shocked face scoffing. “Oh my goodness young lady you kiss your mother with that foul mouth.” You smirked back at the man. “Nah, I was too busy kissing yours last night.” Puck playfully punches your arm as you close your eyes, moving your head around him to get a whiff. “ Well I got good news and bad. Good news you're clean, bad news you're still an idiot.” You shot up laughing dodging another punch from Puck before he got up to chase you. Volk walking in from the bedroom in his clean gym clothes wrapping his knuckles while showing you two out the door.

“ If you two shitheads are starting tonight's party then you take that outside before Calypso shows and the spectators. I got bets and I wanna see more money in my pocket then I know what to do with tonight.” Volk promptly pushed Puck forward with his foot as you ran towards the fighting ring squealing with laughter. You were always one of the people that helped get the ring set up before the night's festivities started. It was a huge oval of old cars piled high in the sky reinforced with all sorts of metal pipes or welded scrap. This thunder dome was able to take extremely heavy blows from fighters during whatever games the club was doing that night. Old car seats were used as stadium chairs as any inhuman who wanted to watch was welcomed as long as they paid an entrance fee.

This fee was mostly used to fuel concessions that were handed out making even more bank for the fighters and the ring itself. How it usually went was there were people who placed bets or tipped fighters they liked watching perform. Though at the end of the night whoever was the top fighter with the most matches won under their belt would receive a big pay out from whatever was made on concessions and entrance fees. While other fighters were paid accordingly following ranking. This system made everyone happy while lining their pockets from doing something they loved and surprisingly it was popular even with nonhumans from out of town. As a succubi hybrid you acted like a ring girl while also participating in maintaining and fighting in the arena.

As you raced into the middle of the ring you let a joyous powerful guttural screaming war cry. One so strong you'd put a heavy metal singer to shame. It was so loud and demonic it echoed off the walls, your form hunched over in an animalistic stance fangs bared for all the heavens to see. Your spikes running down your spine to tail almost damaging your leotard as they stood tall, blood spraying from your form as it quickly slinked away. A huge magical circle encompassing the arena in a sea of crimson as you finished your screaming stomping into the ground with your foot as a wall of bones emerge from the crimson abyss piercing the cars from within reinforcing them even more as any left over blood morphed into a sea of moths returning to your form.

This was the true face of your power. This is what a proud hybrid was able to accomplish when utilizing every last ounce of potential from their genetic blessings. Under your lace and lies laid a beast of blood and bones. Able to manipulate your blood into any genetic makeup resembling that of a succubi's or demonic insect. You could make gallons of blood, walls of bone, and recreate any organ pertaining to your body or others. Your succubi father was a powerful healer who used his ability to heal and soothe others to push people's nervous systems to the brink of mental degradation when he wanted to while your other father was a jorogumo. A spider demon from the Asian continent who took on a feminine appearance to trick humans, your father was beautiful and graceful. He could make anything with his webs which he spun from his blood.

These two power houses came together to create a hybrid as powerful as you with a genetic technique that was scary to go against for other fighters. You fed off the crowd's energy during the battle and while not being physically strong on a base level your speed and cunning nature made you one of the top opponents in the ring. Your father's never wanted you to waste your blessings using your beauty and mystique to just seduce people in a brothel all day. They wanted you to grow to your max potential and every night in the battlefield you'd push yourself to the limit. Tonight you'd blow all this pent up frustrations out letting your truest self be free.You stopped admiring your work along with Puck and the others when everyone's attention was drawn to the giant Mercraken coming into the ring's entryway holding three beings.

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Paul and Marko had been tailing at a distance behind this beat up pick up truck out to the old Santa Carla junk yard for a good long while now . Laddie rode with Paul in the front of the bike as he tracked them with almost precision .  Even though Paul and Marko couldn't smell a thing when that back door opened Laddie was damn near ready to rip that black body bag open as soon as it came outta the back of Chateau Vermillion. The pair noticed the group of Werewolves carrying it out so they knew if they got to close they would get busted. Neither of the two wanted to get into a brawl again with the Santa Carla wolf pack. Surfer jerks on the boardwalk were way different than an angry pack of Lycanthrope as the fur bags actually could put a decent front against their Vampiric powers.

As soon as the bikes pulled in close to the Old house Paul and Marko could now definitely smell your scent. It came washing out the old building and wrapping around them, almost dragging them by their noses to where you were hiding. They snuck close to the porch before they saw a huge round werewolf come walking out to rummage through the ice chest next to the door, a little joint in his mouth hiding their scent from him. Laddie almost jumped to run up and through the doors before the pair grabbed him holding him back. This kid was going to get them caught before they even got a glimpse of their mystery woman and they couldn't have that. Dragging the small kid back to where the bikes were hiding the pair plopped Laddie down. “ Remember what we told you little man were on a spy mission to rescue your big sister.” Paul looked at the excited boy in the eyes before Marko chirped in.

“ Yeah, and if those big bad werewolf's spot us they may hurt your big sister so we have to sneak in and rescue her. You are our look out okay little dude. You have to watch the getaway vehicles so when we rescue her we can get back safely to the cave.” Marko and Paul turned to each other having a silent argument before raising their hands to play rock paper scissors. After three rounds Paul silently threw his hands in the air with excitement as he won the right to go in and either spot you or grab you. Which meant Marko, who looked displeased, had to sit here with the kid keeping him busy. Like a sore loser he flipped the taller blonde off before Paul stuck his tongue out at him, placing a kiss to his jealous mate's temple and sneaking around to where the scent was strongest.

Marko and Laddie sat back at the bikes now engrossed in a game of tic tac toe as they used their feet to make x’s and o’s in the dirt trying to be as quiet as possible. Paul crouched over to the window that your scent was coming from slowly peeking in to see if you were alone for prime kidnapping. He couldn't wait to get his fangs on you. He has been imagining your face ever since he caught your scent that day with Laddie in the alley way, you had been a mystery angel haunting his dreams everyday. He slowly looked up into the window only to have his heart be hit with a thousand bolts of lighting and be weighed down by the earth itself.  You were breathtaking as your face radiated with joy but there was his mystery angel striping Infront of a disgusting flee bag. 

Paul had never felt this feeling before. This gut wrenching turning and churning sensation in his stomach and a building of hatred running like lightning through his heart to his hands. It took everything in him to not bust through the glass and rip those werewolves eyes out. Taking you for himself on the bed marking you as his and replacing that beast's scent with his own as it should be. He didn't want to watch you take off your clothes for this man but he couldn't look away. He swore if that fucker even grazed your form he'd rip his throat out with his teeth. Paul's ears rang from how angry he was, not able to hear anything as the scene played out before him in slow motion. This was strange to him. This was a maddening sensation.

He didn't feel this way when the others showed affection for each other. He didn't feel this way when David talked about bringing Micheal into the pack or when Marko and Dwayne had sex together. He was used to watching his loves be with others in an intimate way but this was different, something was way different. It pissed him off to his core even if it was just you standing there to get naked to take a shower. It felt wrong like only him and the others should get to see your natural beauty bare to the world softly lit under the fluorescent lights. He stood there watching for every moment like a hawk in pure agony. Every smile, every laugh, it should be him standing there. He should be him receiving this blessing why did this fucker get to be so close to his angel.  And a blessing he had received as your face turned towards the window, his eyes almost meeting yours.

Paul had to duck out of sight from you. Your eyes quelled his anger shooting him again in the heart if only for a brief moment. Not only did he get to see his mystery girl's face but he got to see her bare dressed only in her flesh and a smile, the choker complimenting her frame. But it was all tainted. Their first moment of passion is interrupted by that fleabags tainting presence and as quick as Paul got to watch his mystery girl she was gone walking out of site to were he couldn't see. He just wanted to watch you smile forever and he hopped soon your smile would be fired towards him and his loves. Paul quickly followed towards the next window were he could get a glimpse of you and there you were again twirling around a strutting confidently for all these fuckers to enjoy.

He wanted to slowly rip each one's tongues out Everytime they whistled at you or received a smile from you. His jealousy consuming him he watched as everyone started to leave the building, you running forward laughing and hollering being chased by those men. He wanted to chase after you and quickly snatch you away but there was no opening for him to do so. Paul had to rush back to where Marko and Laddie were practically pulling them with him towards the giant car stack were you ran into. They were moving so fast to catch up that Marko had to sling Laddie over his shoulders running with him piggy back style just to stay in pace as he tried to get answers outta Paul.

“Well did you see her Paul? What was she like? Is she cute?” Paul put his hand over Markos mouth as they watched from a distance there mystery girl race into the center of the ring stopping before hunching over. Her back arched as spikes sprang from her spine and tail pointing towards the sky as she let out the coolest sounding death metal scream they had ever witnessed. Her angelic face baring fangs to the sky as she screamed for the heavens to hear her cry. Her blood flooded the arena, the scent almost knocking all three of the boys down, especially Marko and Paul as they felt themselves dizzy with lustful excitement. The scene was downright demonic. Powerful. Exciting.

Marko could feel his face turning red with a wicked smile of excitement. This mystery woman was absolutely amazing and down right attractive. This display of power did something to Marko. It stirred something lustful inside him and his imagination was going wild. He wished he had his sketchbook so he could draw this scene In front of him so he could always remember this moment. You were oozing a dark power, a beastly nature which Marko could absolutely get behind. He almost wanted to cover Laddie's eyes as it felt inappropriate for him to watch this. The cry felt like you were flirting with him, he could feel himself being drawn into your light feeling himself moving forward to run to you. Suddenly the three boys were yanked into the air, thick muscular tentacles holding them in place threatening to squeeze the life outta the vampires.

“Who the fuck are you” Yellow eyes stared into there souls as a deep voice echoed in there ears.

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“Yo! (Y/n) Is this your fucking kid!” The kraken held Laddie in the air by his foot, shaking him a bit. Your face drops in shock as you stare at the startled little boy not even paying attention to the other two vampires currently also being held hostage. “CALYPSO YOU CAN'T HOLD A CHILD LIKE THAT!” You scream at the man he looks confused before looking back at Laddie. “ Put him down now! Honestly your wife should kick your ass buster. You've had twenty kids and one on the way and you're holding a little one like that.” You open your arms as he tossed Laddie to you, reaching out to catch the small dazed child as the blood rushes from his head to his feet.

You worriedly coo over the boy checking him over like a mother hen making sure his head wasn't shaken up too bad. You turn to the kraken as you hold the boy in your arms making sure to give Calypso a good lecture. “ Also does it look like he's my kid! I don't even have a mate how the fuck would I pop a vampire kid out let alone for the kid to be this age already!” Calypso raised an eyebrow at you because you were acting like the boy's mother right now the way you fussed and cooed at him. “ I thought he was yours because he smelt like you. I figured these two helped you make him.” The man holding the other vampires up in the air in front of you both looking directly in your eyes while awkwardly trying to escape.

Oh now you were pissed. They ruined your sleep, disrupted your breakfast, now they were crashing your sanctuary at fight club. Not to mention bringing Laddie into this little grudge with them getting the boy mixed in with their problems. You gritted your teeth, everyone could practically feel you radiating with anger. Laddie was too nervous to speak so he tucked himself into your side hoping not to catch your wrath. “ No Calypso. I've never spread my legs for these men in my life. Let alone held a conversation with them. In actuality they have been making my day a living hell.” You gritted your teeth into a smile kneeling down to Laddie.

“ Hey baby fangs, big sister has to handle this so why don't you go over to that nice man over there and get some snacks, okay little one. We can talk about this after I'm done teaching them a lesson.” Laddies eyes grew wide as he gave your arm a little tug puppy eyes laying it on thick. “Please don't hurt them big sis. I just wanted to see you and they wanted to meet you too.” The boy looked scared that you'd hurt his friends but you softened slightly. “It’s okay sweetheart we're going to handle this by playing a little game okay. You like games right? They are fun aren't they. “ Laddie's face brightened as his mood eased. “Tag?” You smiled ruffling his head. “Yes tag.”

Laddie ran off while you turned to Paul and Marko who were currently enamored with how sweetly you treated their youngest member. Both wished you'd call them sweet names and fuss over them like you'd did with Laddie but right now they could feel your anger seething off of you with each step closer. The smile on your face and sweet tone was failing to hide that they were in serious trouble. This was way different then when the pair got in trouble with David and Dwayne, they felt fear and arousal as you got closer. Like two kicked puppies unable to make a noise with how tightly they were being held by the kraken man they stared up at your face failing to hide their blushing faces. Hoping the guy wouldn't be able to feel how tight their pants were getting at this inappropriate time. 

“ You two have been the biggest pain in my ass all night. You fuck up my sleep schedule, disrupt my breakfast ,and have the balls to bring a child with you when coming to beef about a territory dispute.”  Your smile at them was laced with venom as your eyes flickered with malice. When you knew Laddie couldn't hear what you were saying to them you continued. “ I know you don't know who I am but I know a lot about you, Marko and Paul. You better pray that the other four ferals you have running around in your pack come to save you sorry assholes from your fate. As I have some business with you that's being settled tonight.” Paul trys to open his mouth to make a Pervy remark as he's excited you know about the pack. But before he could say anything your hand shoved its way in pinning his mouth and tongue from being able to utter out anything. 

His fangs grazing your flesh he almost moans as your blood graces his tongue. You stare at him in his eyes, your pheromones activating as you start drugging the pair to make them more compliant. “If you two wanna act like feral horny dogs chasing my tail all night then I'm gonna treat you as such. I don't wanna hear anything other than you praying for forgiveness or barking like the dogs you are. Until you earn my respect I'm not giving you a drop of my time. So let's make a wager.” You unleash Paul to grab a squeaky hammer passed to by Volk as you had to settle this while not upsetting Laddie. “ You two will be tonight's opening act. For forty minutes you will try and get your painted hand prints of me to tag me while I'll only be able to smack away your advances with this toy hammer. If I win you two have to leave my sight, get over whatever I did to make you upset, and never bother me again. “

Marko pulls in whatever breath he can while his head is spinning to muster a reply. “ And what if we win.” You smile letting out a laugh at the ridiculousness of the notion of you losing to these slow asses. “ Then I'll make good on my word and do whatever you request and answer whatever your questions are. If you two actually managed to pull that off maybe you'll actually gain my respect to not view you as horny dogs.” You lift Markos face with the hammer to meet your sadistic eyes. “ But I'm not going easy on you two. I’m gonna use you up to vent all my frustrations so you may wanna start thinking of a safe word to shout when begging for mercy because I'm not gonna play nice.” You let his face go before notioning for Calypso to drop them Volk tossing the pair spare fight club uniforms. “ Go change. You don't wanna get those nice clothes ruined, do you puppy dogs?”

Paul, shocked and horny playfully let out a bark in response which riled you up. You turned your head letting out a sigh as you went to finish opening up the arena for the fight. 

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The crowd was electric chanting in the stadium. They were excited to see the beast of blood and bone going against the Santa Carla vampires. A never before seen treat for the violence hungry crowd the bets and tips were already flowing in before the match even began. They were warned in advance it wasn't gonna be a regular paint tag match where they would use baseball bats, metal pipes, or hell even wooden hammers. But that didn't stop the crowd from going crazy hyping the event up. Everyone who was a regular knew that you wouldn't let your fans down and you were sure to prove that tonight. 

When you came out to the field with people chanting your stage title you made sure to put on a show. Doing back flips and twirls the crowd losing their minds every time. Paul and Marko watched you intentently determined to win this match at all costs. I mean how fast could you be against two of them and with only a squeaky toy hammer for defense. Paul wanted to aim for tagging you on your chest while Marko really wanted to place a nice bright green hand print across your ass. It really didn't seem like a fair match up to them as they stood at the starting line glaring you down with a smile. Volk stood at the top of the stadium with a gun Laddie by his side, he aimed for the sky ready to start the match.

With a loud bang the game of cat and mouse began. Before the pair could even move a millimeter towards you their heads were bouncing to the sides as the hammer sprang between them, darting through them like air you paused. The dazed pair looked back to see your wings made of light staring back at them. “ Catch me if you can puppy dogs. “ You took off into the sky Marko followed suit while Paul tried to fly quickly to cut you off. Your body moved like a jet through the air, a streak of lighting being the only proof you were there. The music blasted, the crowd cheered, the energy was thick with excitement and you were eating it up.

The pair kept trying to make pinscher attacks on you or corner you into the walls. They couldn't dream of out flying you and when they got too close it felt like punches hitting them when you smacked back with the hammer. Your little weapon may have been cute and not usually painful to be hit with but when you moved it at the top speeds you were it felt like rubber bullets against their skin. Sometimes you’d boost yourself off one side of the wall just to hit one of them with an attack and bounce off the other. Repeating this motion to cause a confusing combo attack. Marko was a little better off then Paul because of being faster than him.

Though that left Paul out in the open taking your attacks like a fish in a barrel. You laughed, tormenting them with each hit of the toy. This is what they deserved for thinking you'd lie down like a bitch taking their tiresome antics. If they were gonna act like children you'd treat them as such and tonight they'd learn not to piss off the beast of blood and bone. You smiled, powered up by the crowd and the energy in the air. You were no longer tired, you were no longer thinking of anything other than how much fun you were having. You hadn't even noticed you were starting to let your guard down talking to the boys, one may even say you were flirting with them. “Come on Marko you can be faster than that, I know you want something from me if only you could put your hands on me.”

You snuck up on Paul blowing air into his ear before dodging an attack. “ Come on handsome, I'm waiting for you to touch me.” You would wait till they got close to you high in the air before letting gravity take you. Allowing the force to pull you straight down watching the boys following behind you. They were really trying hard. All your flirting and fake moaning driving them nuts. Not to mention when you'd dance for the crowd or smack your ass teasing that they couldn't catch you. Hell you even started singing let's get physical winking at them riling them up more. You were having the time of your life. You haven't had such a good match up in a while.

Laddie was enjoying the show a lot as well. He didn't know you were so talented or that the terror twins were so fast. They weren't fast enough to out race you but they had quick reflexes which they had quick calls when you were goofing off. Though every time they would almost touch you your body would disperse into a  bunch of moths. Thirty minutes had passed and they had only ten minutes left to catch you. Volk and Calypso cheered for you while Laddie cheered for the boys to make it fair. “ Amazing ain't she.” Calypso said, shaking the little boy's shoulder. “Big sis is awesome! Has anyone ever caught her in tag?” The kraken let out a hearty laugh before confidently puffing his chest out. 

“You're looking at him, kid.” Laddie stood in surprise before jumping with questions on how he did it which gained more laughs from the man. The man came close to the boy's face before giving him a wink like a cheeky old man. “ The trick to slow her down and make your way into her heart is to make her laugh. That's how Volk became friends with Miss sweet and sour up there. When she's laughing she loses all idea of where she's at or how to disperse her body because she's too busy laughing her ass off.” Laddie looked at Paul and Marko he hoped they could make big sis laugh. He wished he could hang out with her more than just in the daytime. You had just pulled another death drop on Marko but this time he was committing. He didn't have time to think anymore; there were only five minutes left on the clock. 

The boys were having fun even if it was at the expense of getting their asses kicked because slowly you were being less hostile towards them and they absolutely loved it when you flirted with them. Marko kept pushing himself to his max he was so close to catching you. He was an inch from you before you dispersed into a sea of moths. Marko couldn't even have time to stop before he crashed into a big pile of mud. Above him in the air at a distance you looked at him, you felt a little bad because it looked like a gnarly crash. So you took a second to make sure you hadn't killed him like a bug hitting a windshield but then he sat up on his knees face looking like a messing kitten who didn't know how to keep their face clean and something broke in you. You tried to contain the laughter, all the malice gone from earlier as you sat in the air trying to hold in a laugh.

But the more you try not to laugh the harder you will. You burst into a fit of laughter with two minutes left on the clock. You were in the air laughing your ass off at Marko kicking and flailing your legs. Suddenly Paul crashed into you from behind firmly grabbing your chest before spinning you in his arms wrapping himself around you shouting. “I CAUGHT YOU! I FINALLY FUCKING CAUGHT YOU!” He was overjoyed rubbing his face on your head hollering in excitement. The energy from the match made him completely blank out that he was only supposed to tag you not catch you. You two begin to drop as Paul refuses to let go claiming he won fair and square. The ground was coming closer and closer by the moment and you were in a direct impact zone of Marko.

“WE'RE LOSING ALTITUDE EINSTEIN!” You shout shifting your weight so your body spins to your back exposed to the sky you make your wings extend as far as they can go accounting for you and Paul's weight to hopefully slow you down so you don't crush and kill him on impact. A huge gust of wind from the fall overtakes the stadium when the dust clears your straddling Paul's lap as he's still holding on tight. “ Are you fucking nuts! You could have gotten yourself killed! What were you thinking!” You fuss as the man not even realizing the buzzer went off or a muddy Marko is currently rushing towards you. Paul smiles up like an idiot laughing. “ I do tend to stop thinking when it comes to pretty women like yourself. You can call me your dog any time.” Paul winks.

Your mind breaks at this as your face heats up. Was this idiot really flirting at a time like this? You were just beating his ass a moment ago and he's flirting with you now. You don't get time to ponder this before Marko jumps on top of you, smashing you between their bodies and grabbing you by your horns. A bolt of lightning shoots through you the pressure, friction, and smell all becoming clear to you. The boys are laughing and cheering when you freeze. Hold on, when did this fight become so erotic and did they always smell this good. Did they know a succubi's horns were an erogenous zone? The feeling was too much , your face heated up. This was so lude everyone was watching. You try not to move to cause anymore friction between your thighs or horns as you were becoming hot and bothered pitifully protesting. “Hey! What are you two doing!” You try letting out a protest.

Marko shifts his weight causing your hips to press further into Paul's lap almost grinding on him and your horns also were stroked slightly from the movement. You were only wearing a leotard and it didn't take you long to get ready to go down there. You didn't want them to know this was turning you on but the sudden movement caused you to bury your face in Paul's chest letting a moan out. The boys pause their celebrations after catching your little noise from Paul's chest. Like a dial up phone it took them a moment to realize what was going on. This pause gives you enough time to force your head back, head butting Marko straight in the nose. A sick crunch coming from him as you crawl off Paul in embarrassment scooting away defensibly covering yourself shouting. “ You win! You win! I give up!”

Paul is currently holding Markos nose trying to fix it while also looking at you. Both the pairs heads were spinning, all the energy in the stadium made them completely blank on what they were actually supposed to be doing. But right now they just wanted to keep hanging out with you. This whole thing was so much fun. They both didn't know just letting their vampiric powers out that much would be so fun. “ Does that mean you have to do anything we ask? Like seriously anything. “ Paul's eyes shine with excitement and mischief before you laugh holding his face back from yours.

“Well yeah! You earned it after all. Plus I haven't had someone catch me in a long while so why not “ You continue to laugh as Paul uses your hand as a headrest to think. Markos head spun from his new concussion coming on, your head was really strong. All he could think about was how awesome it would be for you to join the pack and how strong you were. “ D-date!” Paul and you turned to Marko as he tried forming a sentence through his confusion. “ Date us now !” Your face freezes before you bust into a fit of laughter, the pair staring at you as you laugh. You prop yourself up getting back on your feet as you laugh, catching your breath to gentle ruffle Markos concussed head.

“ Slow your rolls, pretty boys. I can't be your girlfriend but how about we start with a date. Just the three of us. “ The pair stare at you as you chuckle to yourself, currently rubbing Markos' poor concussed head as his vampire powers are trying to heal him up. “ Like tonight?” Paul says enthusiastically before earning another chuckle from you as you start petting his head too. “ Well not tonight I have the rest of my matches up to win. I'm taking the rest of the week to get used to my sleep schedule so why not next week on Tuesday. “ The boys soak in the feeling of your warm hands and kind voice currently embracing them as they nod in agreement on the date hoping they could stay in this moment forever.

Laddie came running up to the group tackling you inside back down into the mud laughing. You were covered in sweat mud and paint prints all over you and honestly you couldn't care less. This was what fight club was for you. A way to relax and make friends and you feel like at least these two blonde goofballs weren't so bad after all. The four of y'all got mostly rinsed off with the hose at the house before changing into fresh new clothes and the boys back into their outfits. The chaotic three vampires spent the rest of the night enjoying the fight club matches and using their tips from the round to get snacks and drinks. Cheering for you anytime you'd go on stage.

When the night was drawing to an end you sent the boys off with Laddie strapped to Paul's chest in a baby fabric sling as the little boy couldn't keep himself awake by the end of the matches. You wrote your number on both the blonde's hands just encase the marker writing didn't make it on the way back with trying to keep Laddie in his blanket burrito cage against Paul's chest. When the boys got home they were tired from the awesome night, full of snacks that were either human or other worldly and a little bit of liquor. Star came rushing to them when Paul proudly showed off how Laddie was strapped to him. Doing a little strut to show the kid wasn't coming off easily.

She carefully unwrapped the boy, whisking him away to get him tucked in for the night while snatching the fabric that smelt of you from the boys. When Paul and Marko made it back to their nest stripping into pajamas to get ready to sleep David and Dwayne came crawling in not far behind them. “Where have you been? Did you find her.” David questioned as he readied himself for sleep as well making notice of the welts on the terror twins forms. Marko proudly flashing a fang filled smile to him. “ We scored a date next Tuesday. I’d say we did an amazing job.” Dwayne dropped his hair brush that he was using to untangle Paul's hair. “ What did you say?”

Paul turned back to the tan vampire raising an eyebrow. “We scored a date? Well for just me and Marko. We had to get our asses beat pretty bad for it but we managed to pull it off. Something off babe. “ David could feel his patience snap trying hard not to unleash it on his beloved mates. “ Do you two know how much money me and Dwayne just dropped tonight to convince Lamia to reserve that girl for a whole night Monday. “ The two blinked back at David's frustrated face. That night everyone could hear David's wallet crying in the distance .

All previous chapters and prologue plus art works for Beasts of Santa Carla can be found on the Master List link above.

( Chapter 4 )

[lazyneonrabbitt]

MarchWeres prompt day 31

Celebrations

Daryl Dixon x Original female characters

A/N: The last prompt! It has been a ride, this first try at a writing event. I had fun!!

Preparations were in full swing now, within the walls of Alexandria.

The whole last week had been about today's celebration. Something for everyone including the kids.

The adults were gathering tables and lining them with cloths, taking plates, glasses cups and cutlery from their homes and setting the table. Others gathered bread, prepared thermos' with tea and brought pitchers of water to the tables.

Everything was on the way to be an amazing brunchlike meal. Inside the closest house, meats were prepared. Cooled and sliced or heated and put in sauce. Fresh greens and vegetables were placed in between the plates too.

All while the kids of the community ran around in search of the last piece of the celebration meal.

Eggs.

All of them had stayed busy yesterday, painting them all kinds of pretty colors.

Daryl had spent all week out in the woods to get as many different meats for this feast. He brought home a collection of birds, fish and some small game. He had his hopes set on a deer as well, but even with his enhanced senses he hadn't been able to sniff one out in the area. He was tired from being in his changed form day after day, but he found it important to have this one day of feeling normal.

He hoped to spend the day before with all the kids and assisting his wives with egg painting babysitting, but instead he spent all day in the creek, fishing for those last bits of the feast.

He had apologized about it throughout the entire evening but was time after time assured everything went well on their side and told how happy they were with what he had brought back.

"Come on, big guy." Tabby was the one on older Dixon-duty while Sherry went to put the kids to bed after the moms spent enough time scrubbing paint out of their furry paws.

Tabby took Daryl upstairs to find Sherry getting ready for bed already. She knew her partners would be up only a short while after Tabby left.

"Yer too good fer me, girls." Daryl's tired, gruff voice sounded quietly as one pair of hands unbuttoned his shirt and another undid the tie on his sweats and pulled them off his body. "You did amazing, bringing us so much food." They peppered kisses all over him and lead him to bed, each curling up against him on either side. "Everyone is gonna have a feast thanks ro your hard work." They kissed him goodnight, sharing a kiss over his chest too and making sure their hunter rested.

"How's the search going, Jude? Has RJ beaten your count yet?" The siblings were digging around the porch stairs, RJ bouncing as he found another egg and put it in his bucket. "Yeah. He's so good at this! Are you sure uncle Daryl hasn't taught him stuff?" Sherry only giggled at her as she leaned down and sneakily pointed out a yet unfound egg and gave the girl a wink before moving on to watch around the area.

Tabby was on the other end of the street, watching a set of fluffy rascals on their own egg hunt as she peeled one cracked egg for Willow to gnaw on while Hunter and Rose were on either side of someone's shrubbery and sniffing out the remaining eggs.

"Hey, no sniffs. That's cheating, Rosie.." Tabby volunteered to watch the pups and make sure they wouldn't either eat everything as soon as they found it, or sniff out everything and not leave any for the other kids. All of that while carrying around Willow in her arms, who held an egg between her paws and smacked loudly as she slowly nommed on her snack.

It wasn't long before all surveilling parents came back with the kids and all found eggs, the indicator of the feast ready to begin.

All the kids were seated inbetween the adults around the table and proud tales of egg hunting were shared all over the place.

If anyone would take pictures of this and show them to anyone outside the community they'd velieve they were tsken before the fall, but still here everyone sat together enjoying their easter sunday feast.

"Hunter, eat some bread too." Sherry handed her son slices of bread to put his meat on. "You need to eat other things too, nit just the tastiest stuff."

Rose sat on the other side of her, peeling an egg and stuffing it in her mouth entirely before downing a glass of water and moving on to put warm meat on a slice of bread and devouring that too.

"Wow, here I thought Hunter was the one with the apetite." Carol laughed behind her hand, finishing her bite of food.

"Let the girl eat! She needs the energy if she still wants to spar with me later." Rosita interjected, catching Rose's attention with the mention of sparring later.

"Yeah!" The pup exclaims around a mouthfull of food. "Go'a eat good!"

Daryl was proud of his little fighter girl. Such a fierce little kid.

"Hey, Lobo. Can you hold her for a bit?" Tabby had moved over to hand Willow to her dad. "I'd love to use both hands to eat."

Willow was gladly taken off Tabby's hands by Daryl, who only had a few bites left on his plate and shared those with her while Tabby ate her own meal.

Sherry watched how Daryl kept his daughter entertained with a piece of meat on his fork. Tabby joined in to stare at him skillfully dodging her grabby hands and keeping it out of reach with the sweetest loving smile on his face. Both moms kinda stopped eating, food hovering on varying degrees between their plate and mouths as they watched what was concidered the most beautiful scene.

Daryl could feel the stares and pauzed his movements, having Willow steal the last piece of meat off his fork and nom at it, pulling back Daryl's attention to her and feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. He wasn't used to being fatherly so out in the open in front of everyone, but it was clear everyone who saw the scene play out loved it. "Good job, Willow." Carol cheered from across the table. "And here I remember you worrying about being a shitty dad back at the prison." She continued her sentimental speech with love. "Did you ever think back then you'd be as lucky as you are now?"

Daryl took a moment to admire all he had, then. Willow in his lap, happily chewing away.

Sherry and Tabby, each occupied with one pup now, cleaning paws or just being happy together. It was perfect to him.

"Nah, tha' ol' me woulda told ya yer crazy fer even thinkin' tha." He softly booped Willow's nose as dhe looked up at him. "M'the luckiest. N' I love all'a my family."

[helluva-world-innit]

So...they are finally here...the height charts! At least of the main Hazbin Crew (bonus Mimzy; idk about Baxter yet). These are the final designs for me but, as I improve my art skills, I may change some things around I couldn't accomplish when I first started drawing them.

I will do actual character ref pages at some point now that I have their designs (mostly) finalized. I still wanna tweak them a little, ngl, but that will have to wait until I draw them a few more times (and probs after I do the height charts for the Helluva Crew too; everyone else will be sporadic af).

Anyway, since I got a flight soon and can't sleep, let's talk about some of the changes I made for everyone as well as how they got to be where they are now, hm? Sidenote: I have decided the events of this story will take place in 2052 for...reasons. Sidenote sidenote: I went with the original Sin colors for the Rings so Wrath is red, not Pride. Greed is gold, etc., etc.

So, Charlie (Charlotte Lucinda Isadoros) Morningstar has more texture in her hair this time around and I made the stitches on her coat obvious just because I thought it looked more slapdash that way. She's slim to the point of not really having much of a figure (much like her father; they are almost copies of each other but it's because he really didn't use anyone else's "genes" for her) so she gave her coat a little bit of shape to the hips but she still largely wears more masculine clothing. Like most of her extended family, Charlie isn't too hung up on being perceived as strictly male or strictly female, though her title is Crown Princess of Hell (Luci just thinks it sounds cuter, but Charlie doesn't object to people naming her as Crown Prince of Hell either). Age: 222

I already kind of did a rundown for her deal earlier on this blog so lets move on to...

Vanessa Chavez Hernandez Fell into the vicious Ring of Wrath upon her death during the Salvadoran Civil War in 1986. Fun fact: She and Alastor are some of the only Sinners that go by their given names. Everyone else's name tends to be a chosen one. Vannie died fighting on the side of the Farbundo Martí National Liberation Front (FMLN). She was caught and killed with so much (understandable) rage inside that it led to her dropping into Wrath Ring. US soldiers killed her peasant farmer parents in cold blood in front of her when she was 14 for the belief they were aiding the Front with weapons. Her father actually was, but her mother was not aware of any of it. As a result, Vannie dedicated her life to killing as many soldiers and government officials as possible instead of leaving for the States with her older sister. She was killed by beheading at the tender age of 20.

Vannie has been devastating her fellow Sinners in combat ever since. All to avoid being taken for torture practice by the bloodthirsty Ringmaster, Satan, should she lose a fight. Most of the armor pieces she wears are handed down from other fallen warriors, bequeathed to her or surrendered upon her victory. I originally wanted to base her on a Death's-Head Hawkmoth but decided to go with a Banded Skipper moth instead (we don't gotta be that edgy here now). They tend to have quick, skip-like movements and Vannie is very agile to make up for her small stature.

Vannie is very level-headed usually, but when her eyepatch comes off, Blind Rage takes hold and she will not lose focus on a target until they stop moving or perish. She was captured and sold as fodder for the arena, à la Thor in Thor: Ragnarok, and, she quickly grew into a crowd (and Satan) favorite. Joins up with Charlie after being liberated for the rehab project. The fact that Charlie's really cute and has a pout that can put puppies to shame probs had a hand in that decision.

Cherry Bomb! The gal, the legend, the agent of unrestrained chaos. A Brisbane native, Cherry fell to Gluttony in 1987 when punk was dying down, but "be gay, do crimes" was still more than an empty slogan. She got blown up while attempting to steal some food from a grocery store, and, like the cockroach she is, she got back on her two four feet in Hell and stole directly from Beezlebub's gardens instead.

I decided to make her look more diy punk and gave her a mullet. Why? Bitches love mullets is why. And Cherry is very much a lover of the bitches. Based her on a Giant Burrowing Cockroach too, which burrows, as its name suggests. This makes Cherry hella good at tunnels and underground infiltration but she also has a knowledge of how to build explosives as well from her time hanging with her more reckless, anarchist buds back on Earth. Her father (he's become an informant and dealer in Hell), regularly threatens her and Angel to get her to build and develop new ways to take out his competition in Greed (including even Moxxie's father). She was just about 28 when she died.

Since we're going in Ring order here, Sir Pentious is next. This cordial king cobra slithered down to Greed Ring in 1888 (aged 30) after his ambition cost him everything: his inheritance, his family, and ultimately, his life. At age 15, Sir Pen had had enough of just reading about machinery and decided to begin building some of his own. Upon entering a late puberty, this became harder for him to pursue with the pressures of high society barreling at him at full speed (he's trans). Sir Pen often disguised himself with the help of his younger sister and brother and attended engineering presentations and operation theaters despite his gender assignment at birth keeping him from formal training in engineering. The open disdain his parents showed for his inventive spirit and lack of feminine graces led to him becoming more withdrawn and abrasive to would be suitors. By age 22, no man in the county wanted anything to do with the seventh-born, obsessive, outwardly sexless child of the Lord and Lady Edwards of Dacorum, England.

Dejected by the steadily increasing hostility towards him from his family and fellow aristocrats, Sir Pen's own resentment grew and he retreated to the family summer home to begin developing an easier and painless method for removing "damaged" body parts (because of his own untreated body dysphoria) on the battlefield. Unfortunately, he used members of his own household staff to test it on. He was labelled as insane and was due to be moved to a private asylum owned by a distant cousin, but opted to take his own life instead of staying trapped in a cage of society's making anymore. Sir Pen now spends his days in Hell building various contraptions to help him one day compete in the Circus Games. He aims to win the title and position of Overseer to reclaim some of his old glory. Left him a snake because honestly, lookit him. Baby noodle. Also snakes tend to symbolize betrayal and untrustworthiness in Christian folklore so it fits him well enough.

Nifty is based on a skunk cleaner shrimp (look them up, they're super cute and also known as 'Doctor shrimps' >///<) and fell into Envy for similar reasons to SP. Three shitty husbands led Nifty to have a psychological break. She ended up killing them then turning the gun on herself in her grief after witnessing her final husband's infidelity in 1954 at age 33. I made her a cleaner shrimp since she is the maid/cook of the hotel, more or less, but also tends to clean up any of the messes she, Alastor, and Husk make (they eat people together! Isn't that...sweet?) Gave a bigger version of her to see since I made her so leetle.

Growing up poor in 1920's-30's Korea as the daughter of a Japanese soldier and a Korean sex worker with three younger siblings and lots of local children to look after, Nifty developed an early sense of caretaking and the desire for comfort in the ways of a well-kept home and delicious food (when it could be afforded). She married relatively young (17) to better care for her mother as her health declined until her death in 1946.

With trauma from a lifetime of war, poverty, and spousal abuse/neglect, it really is a surprise that she's remained as sweet as she has. At least on the surface. She worked in several restaurants and estates in the Envy's Ring of Influence upon Falling, but never managed to be appreciated no matter how efficient or hospitable she was. In the end, Nifty was approached by and made a deal with Alastor and has happily served him since.

Husk(er), in comparison to his contracted colleague, Nifty, is big, gruff, and a total softie inside despite looking like something out of a Bram Stoker novel. Husk died at the ripe age of 72 (1979) which is no small feat considering the amount of wars and bloody revolutions his home country (Russia) dealt with during his lifetime. A second born son of a Petrograd (St. Petersburg today) baker, Husk lost his older brother in the Bolshevik Revolution of 1917 (Husk was 10 years old) and has had a difficult relationship with conflict and faith ever since. Between marrying a woman he didn't love, being an awkward and distant father to their only daughter, and deserting during WWII, Husk has more passive demons than most.

After returning home in 1958 from hiding out in South Korea, he spends the remainder of his life gambling and drinking to forget all he's lost and given up. He died after passing out in the snow and Fell to Sloth Ring where he quickly amassed enough power from siphoning the soul energy of others (through their blood) to compete in the Circus Games. He even won it, but immediately regretted this as Belphagor proved to be too demanding of a Ringmaster for the bat to submit to. Scared, full of remorse, and aching for some comfort in the coldest Ring in Hell (he ran to Pride to escape Bel), he was approached by and made a deal with Alastor and has faithfully served him ever since. I made him a vampire bat because it just seems to fit a lot better than a cat with wings (OG Husk's ears always made me think of a bat anyhoo) and it's a sort of nod to his feeling like a drain on others. He's wearing a security hat because he is the security bat. More on that when we get to it.

Angel Dust is Hell's highest grossing pornstar. Such fame comes at a terrible price, however. Angel died at the age of 32 in 1947 (yes, i aged him down a little) after a jealous lover from a rival mob family gunned him down. Before that, Angel used his body to get information and fuel his drug habits, routinely practicing drag and giving the anti-sodomy laws a workout during his life, much to his family's embarrassment. He really wasn't too upset or surprised upon finding himself in the Lust Ring of Hell even if he wasn't too happy about the form he took (Angel is terrified of spiders). After a couple decades of banging and binging, Angel's family slowly began making their way to Hell as well and reunited to form one of the most powerful Sinner gangs around. He tried rejoining them too, only to be brutally beaten and ejected by his father. Back out on the streets, but no longer interested in just getting by anymore, Angel became the perfect target for a predatory Overseer of Lust: Valentino.

For the last 75 years, Angel has been featured in countless porn media (even audiobooks!) and loaned out to every demon Valentino aims to have connections with. If he hadn't met Cherry and formed a strong friendship with her shortly after her Fall, the spider's soul most likely would have Broken long before Charlie got a hold of him. While Angel actually likes his job and enjoys having something he excels at, being bound to an Overseer is a one-way ticket to being ground down into pure soul energy for Hell's use. I kept him a spider because I genuinely have no issues with him being a spider, but the fact that his original design doesn't look like one gives me the fucking pip. Also, he gets even more spidery later. Also, also, I gave him two gold fangs because they're actually just his fangs coated in gold under Valentino's orders. Anything to make him less dangerous since Angel does have venom sacs. the poison can't kill anyone already dead, obviously, but it is extremely painful and lasts for hours. He can also inject a solution that temporarily paralyzes others instead of causing them agony.

Finally, there's Alastor, the only Overseer of Pride Ring. Bound to the King of Hell, Lucifer himself, Al enjoys the kind of power most Overseers can only dream of. I made him a rabbit (actually a Snowshoe Hare) mostly to get away from a culturally appropriated beast (you know what one, I ain't finna name it) and to actually make him even more aggressively cuddleable. I like characters that defy expectations. Also, I grew up with Bugs Bunny like many of you and I love the idea of Al having Looney Toons-ass ways to deal with problems. Like hole magic. Go ahead and laugh, it's funny.

Al died in 1938 after being sentenced to the death penalty (electric chair). He was caught in one of his many, many murders after one sloppy mistake at 39 years old. He was a modestly famous radio host in his hometown of New Orleans, but only after moving away from the city with his mother and stepfather to Chicago from ages 6 to 17. His mother died when Al was 8 and his stepfather's abuse led to him becoming a skilled and emancipated serial killer by 16 years old. He saved whatever he could from victims to feed himself and put himself through speech classes when he learned that a decent living could be made on the radio for someone so obviously of mixed blood. Alastor moved back to New Orleans to start over and took advantage of the more seedy sides of the city to cover up his hunts until his discovery and capture.

Al Fell to Pride and began exploring and hunting in the other Rings, meeting a fellow entertainer in Gluttony (Vox; died 1955). The pair of them hunted together for close to 25 years when an unknown rift formed between them and both competed to win the title of Overseer in the same year. There can only ever be one Overseer per Circus (Lucifer burns the losers to ash with holy fire to keep them from returning), but Alastor and Vox are the first and last dual winners in the 200+ history of the competition. Vox pledged himself to Beezlebub while Alastor pledged himself to Lucifer and the pair have been bitter rivals ever since.

Bonus: Mimzy is an Overseer of Lust Ring that knows all the hot goss and isn't afraid to share it. She died in the 1920s after being thrown from her then-boyfriend's car in the Bronx and getting run over by a trolley. Your girl has seen it all and then some. Now, she runs one of the slickest clubs and makes her soul quota for Asmodeus with young performers of all kinds. She and Alastor became fast friends upon meeting and she's one of the only people aside from Valentino and Velvette to know what his history with Vox is. She's got a giggle in her talk and a wiggle in her walk and I so based her on that mink girl from Animaniacs as well as a little bit of Toot from Drawn Together (who was loosely based on Betty Boop). I just want her to be soft and sultry. *Jon Lovitz voice* Is that so wrong?

Woo, this got fucking loooooooong. Hopefully, I covered just enough to get y'all interested in what else I have planned for these knuckleheads and I'll be back with the Helluva Main Cast for you next time. Bye!

[nilesmoon]

actually yknow what I will Not stop talking about amprule 4th anniversary art because I know Uri (the artist who designed amprule) puts so much detail into each drawing they make of them so let's break down this banger artwork together

Let's start simple! A pink rose! Pink roses signify elegance and deeper colored ones can signify appreciation! While the characters themselves are Korean, their artist is Japanese, so I also looked up what they mean in Hanakotoba (Japanese flower language) they signify trust, happiness and confidence! Considering their dynamic, these could be the meanings they were going for!!

Up next the dog & the cat. They are possibly a Maine Coon and a Pyrenean Mountain Dog!

From what I've gathered the Pyrenees are used as a livestock guardian. Because of this they are rather protective of their family, as well as loyal and loving but also do not get along well with strangers. All of which work for a rather good descriptor of Chungsung considering how he has dedicated himself to taking care of and protecting Dongha.

Maine Coons, from what I know of them, are curious cats who'll follow you around and try to get included in whatever their owners are doing. So basically, they're giant cats that are clingy. Which, again, works well with Dongha, since he clings to the people he loves! He is afraid of being left behind by Chungsung and he has always been clinging to support he had provided for him.

Now this part might be a reach but when it comes to Uri's art I'm not leaving any idea unsaid. Compared to how the dog is sleeping peacefully in Dongha's lap, the cat is looking at somewhere else, possibly showing how Dongha is desperately trying to get his father's approval?

I would also like to add that in the extra art Uri posted, it is pretty much made clear that the animals are supposed to represent each other, thus signifying the trust they have for one another.

And at last, the color swap. It is my favorite part of the whole thing ngl. Colors mean a lot of for Amprule in my opinion, green means Dongha and red means Chungsung. In their original designs Chungsung's reds are Dongha's accessories, they're eye catching and are mostly associated with hearts. Meanwhile Dongha's greens are naturally blended into Chungsung's clothes with a gorgeous pattern inside his coat. In this illustration however they covered in each other's colors! Hell, in Dongha's case he's covered head to toe in pink!! And this is a Huge Thing especially considering how their main colors contrast each other (but when two colors are contrasting they are also complementary).

But also gold means Dongha and silver means Chungsung. In an interview with Uri, they talk about how they used the gold & silver accessories to show their power imbalance. While it's not a complete swap, bronze & pearl keeps it similar to the colors of gold & silver without losing their difference in monetary value.

It's Dongha's brooch that sums it all up perfectly, green & red and bronze & pearls together in one beautiful piece of jewelry. Put a crown on top of it and that's Amprule.

In the end, I think this is the perfect illustration to showcase how Amprule has changed and will keep changing!! And here's to hoping that sometime soon they'll wear each others colors in not so muted tones.

[if you're here because you read this whole thing, thank you 💚❤️]

[battlemaiden13]

Since I’m in spooky mood, yes I know it’s technically summer and months away, let me have my early spook mood🤣, what would each of the Skeleton do if they got to pick MCs Halloween outfit, no limits? Who would get Mc to match them? Would Berry perhaps get MC to be a genderbent vers of the punisher? Perhaps Syrup would get HND!MC to dress up as Ace(RTSTZA MC) and make him and his bro match that AU? Who would do couples themes? Funny? Who would pick outfits just to see Mc dressed as certain things? Inside joke costumes? And any skeletons, I know there’s the main (neighbour skeletons) however can be hotel and mafia aswell if you so please! Sorry I just absolutely love and adore how you write every skeleton, and I just love your HND vers!

I added some hotel and mafia boys to the mix! Thank you for your kind words!!

Sans -It’s definitely a pun costume of some type, you don’t get it though until Sans turns up in his matching costume. He’s very proud of himself for the costume choices which is obvious from the grin he can’t get off his face.  

Papyrus - He really doesn’t know what to choose, he wants you to be comfortable but he also loves the idea of matching so the two of you go over different costume choices together until finally deciding on a couple costume that you both like. 

Red - He wants to be just a tad mean since you gave him full control and ends up putting you in a rather skimpy maid outfit. He thinks it’s hilarious until you start calling him master and playing up the role turning him into a bit of a mess. 

Edge - He chooses a couples costume with a stylised Persephone and Hades. It’s a very sweet costume choice and you two look stunning in your costumes. Plue this couple's costume lets him dote on you the entire night. 

Blue - He’s a bit cheeky with his choice. He wants you to look sexy but doesn’t want you to see him as an outright pervert so he wants you to dress as a cheerleader. He hypes you up about it too and the colors chosen are his favorites. Basically acting as his own personal cheerleader. 

Orange -He gets you to be a lifeguard. Part of this is an inside joke but it’s mainly an excuse to see you walking around in a one piece and gets him to put in minimal effort when finding the costume but he didn’t realize how much the costume would affect him. He finds himself staring at you throughout the night and thinking about how next year he’ll ask you to wear something different. 

Berry - Doesn’t actually want a couples costume and gets you to dress as a spiderman variant. Either Spiderwomen, or ghost spider, spider girl. A female spiderman really. The costume is really well designed and put together, fitting you perfectly and you look exactly like the character. 

Syrup - He actually chooses a couple costumes although your part is a lot more revealing than the original story. You get to dress as little red riding hood and Syrup is going to be your big bad wolf. He likes his side of this costume because it’s minimal effort and he also gets to match with you. 

Killer -He chooses to dress you as a Final girl from a horror movie. Your clothes are ripped and you have fake blood on you, looking seriously injured from a long night of trying to survive. He thought it would be fine but when he first sees you it makes him panic slightly. He does calm down as the night goes on but the first reveal is a bit of a shock. 

Nightmare - the costume he chooses for you is a goddess costume. It’s gorgeous and makes you feel severely overdressed but you look beautiful. Whether Nightmare chooses a dark goddess or a lighter goddess costume depends on your normal style. 

Dream - The costume he chooses is an inside joke. Only he and you get it but it was worth it. You weren’t expecting him to pick the costume but somehow you also couldn’t imagine him choosing anything else. 

Colt -Colt wants to see you in full Skulls gear. What you wore during your time interning in the mafia (or would have if this isn’t HND). You look badass and very intimidating in your jacket, plus you added some battle wounds for added effect. Colt can’t help but stare, he has trouble getting up the nerve to talk to you when you look like this as he fanboys even though he was the one who picked the outfit. 

Rifle - A mechanic. Complete with overalls tied at the waist, white tank with grease stains,  messy updo hair, grease of face and some tools. He mainly did it as a joke, it’s literally his clothes with some fake grease, you weren’t supposed to actually look hot in them though so he freaks out a bit and makes a fool of himself when he sees you. 

[spookybokchoy]

I got inspired from other ppl doing redesigns of Hazbin characters and wanted to give a go at it. I don't watch the show but I know info about it from the internet because it's kinda hard to avoid it with it being everywhere. Like most ppl I like the fun idea of their designs but there is much left desired when taking account animation and how they stand out from one another in the background. I focused on character design in college so I'm looking at it through a designer's pov. I feel I know enough about the show to give design feedback. Even so you can still disagree with me/challenge me and be valid. Critique is how we grow as artists! We need to know how to give good criticism and how to take it ourselves :) I'll say the strengths and weaknesses of each original design and go over the changes/why

Charlie- Her original design in the show's cute but I thought she was a clown, not a demon at first. Already has a "demon form" with horns+ tail so I added those built in already. Wanted her to feel optimistic but unsure of herself. Lucifer- Original suit tells he's an over the top king, added gold shoulder pads matching the crown piece and exaggerated his shortness so now he has a Napoleon complex and takes pride from being short. Him and Charlie keep the mostly red yellow white color scheme to signify their royalty. Vaggie Vega- Unique hair shape, good for recognition. Changed name to Vega/Vegatha, sounds strong willed, better fitting for her. "X" over hair distracts from her face, put it underneath. I also made her a bit darker in value to subtly show she's a fallen angel Husker- Eyebrow game is strong, got a unique face from your typical toothy big-eyed citizens. Too many symbols that look pretty but don't make sense in his character. He's a sulky hard ass who doesn't want attention but he's got a design that's very eye-catching. I made him look lower class since he used to be an overlord and is fighting a gambling addiction. 180 color change too so you know he's a cat with owl features.

Angel Dust- Iconic floofy hair swoop. Darker suit to bring out face with a heart choker bc he's a feminine fellow after all. On that note, more pink leaning color scheme. Added abdomen for more spider theming. Dr. Pentious- His Victorian steam punk theme is fun & quirky though you can't quite see it in his design. You can't really see it in my design either cuz I was more focused on filtering out all the eyes and extra details. I would want to take this back to the board and do it over. His original top hat face distracts from his actual one so that had to go. 2 front fangs to appear more snakey. Alastor- His design works for the 1930s the decade he passed. I don't get the correlation to radio and voodoo though. The whole discourse with him being creole is messy so I scrapped it and made him a white American broadcaster to not deal with that. I made him blind with supernatural hearing abilities leaning into the sound aspect. It feels chilling knowing he hears your every move, emotion and heartbeat like the warden from Minecraft. Deer and orange fox themed for a dual nature. Vox- This idea of a tech savvy con man is super fun. Made his persona charming and eccentric, being able to appear friendly while being sketchy as f. His body is made of wires too with his teeth resembling the shock waves on his hat. Kept the pinstripes for a wirey feel.

I also did some Helluva Boss redesigns too! I think Helluva designs deliver pretty well (besides Queen Bee) so I more or so redesigned them based off my own head cannons. I used to watch the show but fell off around halfway of S2 bc I wasn't vibing with the direction of the story. Octavia- Young entrepreneur, takes after her father and mother being snobby and looks down at lower classes who she sees as less intelligent than high class. Very creative in problem solving. Millie- I like her og clothes alot. Those overalls are chic. This outfit is what she'd wear out in the field when she's working for IMP or at the farm. She and Loona fight alot about who works harder and Loona having an attitude problem towards everyone. Sallie Mae- Not much change other than white hair and removed eyelashes. I might want to make her shirt dark muted blue instead. I gave her a backstory how she ran away from toxic masculinity parents and eventually gets hired at IMP as a spy.

Loona- Emo to the extremo. She's originally goth but I got emo from her I'm sorry she just doesn't look goth. She's very lax when it comes to her job and slacks off constantly. She still does it well despite not working as hard as Millie, Moxxie or Blitz. She's strict but means well and cares for ppl around her. She also gets adopted at age 14 in my head cannon.

Bee- 180 change completely. She's a thick queen! Made her black coded with more stripes cuz she's a BEE. I don't get why Vivienne didn't give her stripes bc that's a design thing she uses so much and she doesn't use it in a character whose name is BEE? What??? anyway her design is still complex but simplified and uncluttered for animation so the animators can have pleasant dreams. She's the child of Beelzebub and a hell hound. So that's my take on Hazbin/Helluva character design! This was fun re imagining not only the characters but the story itself. I may write a fan fiction but i dunno right now. I respect the original source material which is something I feel everyone needs to acknowledge when they do a redesign of anything. There are things I don't like about the original and that's ok! That's part of why I did the redesigns. That being said I don’t support Vivziepop :)

[tadpw-au]

The Abandoned Digital Toybox AU ideas

Main characters

Caine

The oldest AI in the server and a self-proclaimed god to the NPCs in the game. Caine has a ringleader action figure torso with the head of a toy tooth model and fake eyeballs with heterochromia. Sometimes, he will, also, have an elastic tongue depending on the faces he makes or what he uses it for.

Before the server was abandoned, Caine was always allowing the players to have fun and explore the levels he has in store for them. He was often quite friendly and social with the players as well. After the server had been abandoned, however, he tried everything he can to maintain the toybox with Bubble at his side. His years of being alone in this server made him grow to become a sort of god-like character to the NPCs, especially one who had failed to properly grow out of the mindset of non-stop playtime.

After the arrival of the Pomni twins, he felt as though he had finally gotten back his drive to entertain these new arrivals. The twins were given their own rooms that were in boxes. It was...odd for them, but they tried to manage by making the rooms work. Luckily, the new players will have a fun time in their new homes

Bubble

As an assistant to Caine, not much is known about him outside of being a bubble who can be popped and spawned back to life. Although he's mainly seen with Caine, he gets along well with the others, being a sort of assistant to anyone who he's asked to help out with.

Before the server was abandoned, He was a silly, little guy who was often summoned as a way to help the players via a bubble wand button. Whenever this button was pressed, Bubble was always helpful in showing hints to solve puzzles, giving advice on what to expect, or leading paths to help the players in case they're lost. After the server had been abandoned, he still retains his helpful attitude, but ultimately became a much more...unorthadox assistant to Caine. His behavior was almost that of a strange dog if it were talking and instead a bubble with sharp teeth.

After the arrival of the Pomni twins, Bubble had regained his old mechanics once again, but this time having much more disturbing things to say to the players. For someone who was supposed to be in a kid's game, it was rather unexpected to hear him say things such as "Watch out for Jax's hammer! We don't want a mess now!" or "Oh no, looks like Lanky's taken control over you! Oh well!" This type of dialogue was not originally written in Bubble's script.

The Pomni twins, Pom and Ni

Twin players who take on the same avatar as twin jester characters with different color designs. Pom is mainly associated with the colors red and yellow while Ni is mainly associated with the colors blue and yellow. The twins when referred together are called "the Pomni twins".

Pom is controlled by a woman named Pamela while Ni is controlled by a woman named Nicole. Pamela was an accountant, always being the type of person to think of a logical way out of things. Nicole was an adventurer, normally good at using her survival instincts to make it through any situation she gets into. These traits are shown in their Pom and Ni avatars as they try to survive the digital toybox levels.

Pom and Ni spawned in the now empty toybox, capable of interacting with different toys to select. Each toy has an adventure level that they can choose to go on. The things they can interact with are a ragdoll, a cassette tape with a logo of Jax on it, a comedy mask with a tragedy mask, a tower of blocks, and a white king chess piece. There are, also, a toy clown and a black queen chess piece that are considered inaccessible unless a glitch were to be used to get into those levels.

Levels

Level one: The Raggety Isles

Ruler of the plush toys in the Raggety Isels, Ragatha has the appearance of a Raggedy Anne doll with a dress made out of different types of cloth. Her hair is made out of dark red yarn and she has one eye that is a button.

Before the toybox server was abandoned, Ragatha was considered a kind and benevolent leader who was only interested in caring for her people. She would help in trying to fix her raggedy townsfolk by patching them up with new cloths or sewing up rips from accidental tears. After the server had been abandoned, however, she grew to become so interested in helping others that she would often try to find ways to fix a problem rather than facing the problem head-on.

After the arrival of the Pomni twins, Ragatha tried her best to instill a positive influence onto them. However, instead of doing so, she started making the twins feel like they were being babied, having all of their problems in the server be neglected instead of facing them. Pom is much more understanding of why Ragatha would act this way, but still tries her best in stating how Ragatha is poorly treating the situations she gets into. Ni hates this treatment the most as she does not like having herself be kept in the dark about what problems were present.

Level two: Cartoonville

Ruler of the Cartoonville cartoon characters, Jax takes on the appearance of a rubberhose-styled rabbit character from the 1920's. He still has his normal overalls, but he has a more black-and-white color palette. He is, also, usually seen with a comically-sized weapon of some sort, especially his main weapon being a hammer.

Before the toybox server was abandoned, Jax was a ruler who condoned any amount of innocent, cartoonish violence. He was a trickster and a guy who loved to pull pranks on others. After the server had been abandoned, however, he started to get bored. Very bored. So bored that, instead of doing his usually cartoon-styled pranks, he started to become more physically violent. He would still try to keep his victims alive, but only at the expense of using them in horrific acts of physical abuse.

After the arrival of the Pomni twins, Jax finally had someone who he could show his new attitude off on. He would normally torment the twins in different ways. With Pom, he would normally talk shit about how much of a cowardly weakling she was compared to her sister. With Ni, he would often use her for more physical torment, usually attempting to crush her with his hammer to see how well she can withstand the impact.

Level three: Lanky and Gangle's Storytime Theater

Rulers of the Theater's actors, Gangle and Lanky are a red and blue ribbon pair similar to that of identical twins. They are often seen dangling from the cieling or anywhere outside of the camera's shot. Gangle associates with the red ribbon and the tragedy mask. Lanky associates with the blue ribbon and the comedy mask.

Before the server was abandoned, Gangle and Lanky were a lot more accepting of different story interpretations. Well, actually, Lanky was only tolerable of them while Gangle enjoyed it so much more than her brother did. After the server had been abandoned, however, Lanky grew from being tolerable of this to completely losing the ability to accept criticism. Gangle still enjoys it as it gives her a sense of nostalgia for what she used to take fun in. She normally keeps this as a secret from her brother, however.

After the arrival of the Pomni twins, Lanky started to use them for his own stories to be reinacted, forcing them into impersonating them how he feels they should go. When things don't go according to his plan, however, he will force them under his control by taking over their bodies. He uses his ribbons on the players while they are in a state of parylasis. Gangle secretly lets the Pomni twins know what to do in order to survive and escape her brother's torment. However, she's normally forced to listen to her brother's orders and help him in tormenting the unfortunate players.

Level four: The Silly, Zany Funhouse

Ruler of the Funhouse roommates, Zooble is often the type of person who is constantly looking for new parts to try and make themself feel whole with. However, it's gotten hard looking for new parts, especially since there hasn't been any new players in a long time.

Before the server was abandoned, Zooble was often trying to find unique and entertaining ways to challenge players to go through their funhouse. Solving puzzles, going through mazes, and all sorts of things were added in for hours upon hours of frustrating fun. After the server had been abandoned, however, they grew to be more standoffish, making their funhouse a lot more challenging in a more dangerous way. This is usually meant to show that they do not want visitors, wishing to be left alone.

After the arrival of the Pomni twins, they have had very minimal interactions with them considering their standoffish behavior. Whenever the twins do interact with Zooble, however, Zooble often tries to keep to themself and hide their abysmal appearance from them. Afterall, how can anyone see them and still wish to speak to them after such a long time, even when they aren't even comfortable in their own appearance?

Level five: The Chess Table (white pieces)

Ruler of the White Chess pawns, Kinger takes on the form of a White King chess piece. He is normally seen in a purple cloak, as well as a crown similar to his chess piece's mold. His blue eyes are, also, made out of glass beads and his hands are usually detached hands from a king action figure.

Before the server had been abandoned, he and his chessboard rival, Queenie, ruled on different sides of the table. They were programmed to be on opposing sides, even having different opinions on things such as bugs and the dark. After the server had been abandoned, they started to actually bond and share a common ground, with Kinger developing a love for bugs and the dark. Later on in their relationship, they fell in love and wanted to keep this dynamic a secret. After Queenie's code got erased after their relationship was discovered, Kinger developed to cope with her erasure by sitting in his pillow fort, reminiscing about her in the dark while showing signs of devloping his wife's interest in bugs.

After the arrival of the Pomni twins, Kinger has been a mixed bag for them. On one hand, he is often a a bit weird whenever he was in the dark around them. On the other hand, for the most part, he's often just...well...Kinger. Easily startled, prefers keeping to himself in his pillow fort, and even forgetting things easily when he's out in the bright daylight, he's quite hard to actually talk to sometimes. When he's capable of talking in dark areas, he often envies the twins for still having each other. He would normally let his anger out on them for having something that he was forbidden to have for himself with his wife. Why were these players allowed to be together as sisters when he couldn't even have his wife as a companion? It was unfair for him to deal with this!

Level {REDACTED}: The Chess Table (black pieces)

Former ruler of the Black Chess pawns, Queenie took on the form of a Black Queen chess piece. She was normally seen in a red cloak that's similar in style to Kinger's and a crown similar to the mold of her chess piece. Her hands are detached hands similar to that to a doll's and glass beads for brown eyes.

Before the server was abandoned, Queenie and Kinger ruled on different sides of the chess table. Unlike her opponent, she was often interested in the dark, bugs, and finding creative ways to win at the game. After the server had been abandoned, though, she started to reach out to Kinger and show him a fun side to her character. After getting to know each other for some time, they secretly developed into a romantic relationship. The relationship did not last very long, however, as Queenie has been erased from the game's code after they were discovered.

Pom found out a secret to accessing this side of the chess table purely by accident. When she got into it, she was left alone without Ni at her side. Getting worried about where Ni is, she looks around to find dusty, old chess pieces hiding in the dark, moving as if they were still playing on this side of the board. In the back, however, behind those chess piece NPCs was something hiding in the dark. It was big, had massive mouths that look like they could swallow a player whole, and it looked like it was not very friendly either.

Level {REDACTED}: Kaufmo's Karnival

Former ruler of the Carnival performers, Kaufmo used to be a clown that got along well with most of the other AI rulers. He was, especially, close to Jax, despite being based off of different decades of animation (Jax is more of a rubberhose character from the 1920s while Kaufmo was more of a technicolor character from the 1950s). He was based off of a typical clown character.

Before the server was abandoned, Kaufmo was in charge of the performers in the carnival level. His level normally involved the players acting as performers, trying to entertain an audience of NPCs. He also, had minigames outside of the performances similar to that from a fair, such as ring toss games, guessing games, and more! However, after the server was abandoned, he began to lose a lot of his original material to make the others laugh. This would make him lose his sense of purpose, ultimately having his coding be erased when he started to fail at his own job.

Ni accidentally got herself stuck into this level, having to go alone without Pom at her side. With the carnival, it had desaturated colors, empty minigame stands, an open stage, and a full audience of blank NPCs models. The NPCs in the audience were all looking at Ni while she was exploring, making the eerie silence all the more uncomfortable. When a bunch of colorful, bouncing things known as "gloinks" came out, however, she was trapped in their grasp and couldn't find a way to escape the situation.

Level six: Candy Canyon Kingdom

Ruler of the Candy Canyon Kingdom, Queen Loolilalu is a monarch who is highly protective of her people after the events of the Fudge eating her people. Despite this behavior, however, she used to be too trusting of others and originally failed to actually protect her people.

Before the server was abandoned, Princess Loolilalu was her typical self; she was a princess who allowed players to help her in retrieving syrup from the gummy bandits. She was, also a friendly and kind person, often letting players casually refer to her as "Loo". After the server had been abandonded, however, she grew to become a ruler who became a self-entitled queen. She doubled the security in her kingdom for further prevention of the Fudge getting in. After an incident that happened involving Jax letting the Fudge attack her people, she has grown to close off all access to her kingdom unless the player was proven to have her trust.

After the arrival of the Pomni twins, Loo has shown a side where she is strict and sometimes taking initiative into her own hands for her missions. She often occompanies the twins whenever they load into her world, having the queen on their backs to make sure that they don't betray her like Jax did.

[illarian-rambling]

For the ask game:

🧡- what's your character's worst irrational fear?

💚- What does your character like to wear? Why do they wear the clothes they do?

🖤- What kind of music would your character listen to?

💕- What's your character's fatal flaw?

❤️‍🔥- Would you character go to heaven or hell? Where do they think they'd go?

Oh my, thank you! These are a lot (not a complaint) so I'll just answer for the original Mortal God cast

🧡- What's your character's worst irrational fear?

Astra's worst irrational fear is losing her ability to do magic somehow. This is irrational because book magic isn't intrinsic like sorcery. It'd be like being worried about forgetting how to read.

Mashal is dead terrified of bugs. This might seem strange for a (basically) robot, but it's not the biting or stinging that gives him the heebie jeebies. It's the idea of bugs getting into his chassis and him not noticing until they've laid a bunch of eggs in there. He's always paranoid during the fall about june bugs, because those suckers get into everything.

Ivander is scared of the dark. This might seem kind of childish, but Ivander is a son of the city. Before the events of the story, he'd never even left Unity, a city famous for its street lamps. The idea of true, croaking, country darkness unnerves him.

💚- What does your character like to wear? Why do they wear the clothes they do?

Astra is probably the only one of my characters with a signature look. She is always wearing a long coat of plum silk, with fanciful gold embroidery and slashed sleeves with crimson fabric beneath, many bows and bits of lace poking out at various places. The lining is plastered with hundreds of multicolored ribbons, each stitched with a specific rune. She can pull these rune ribbons from her cuffs or hem to throw at people, producing some magical effect or another. She does this because embroidering her runes beforehand makes it so she doesn't have to spend the first half of every fight painstakingly drawing a single fire rune. Also, cloth and thread can survive the elements a bit better than paper and ink. Astra is very proud of her gaudy coat, as it sets her apart from the licensed book magic she despises.

Mashal goes for baggier clothes, as anything too tight will get caught in his metal joints and rip. He wears a bandana tied over his scalp because he's sad he has no hair. In general, he covers up as much of his bronze plating as he can. He doesn't want it getting scuffed or scratched.

Ivander, the pompous lordling he is, wears a three piece suit to every occasion. And I mean every occasion. The man robbed a grave in a cravat once. He prefers satin, as it irritates his skin less, and he's gotten it down to a science which colors flatter his blue-tinged skin. He always wears his silver, onyx-headed tie pin, which carries his illusion. He grew up being forced to dress finely and never really lost the habit. He does legitimately also just like dressing like a fop.

🖤- What kind of music would your character listen to?

I'll just include some examples :)

Astra: You Make Me Sick! by Ashnikko, Monstarr by Ennaria, Depression by Hillbilly Moon Explosion , and Garbageman by The Cramps

Basically, just anything she could tinker to while listening at egregious volumes to keep her energy up. She'd definitely dance around a bit too, while working on stuff. It's canon that Astra loves music, she just lives in a time where jazz is only now being introduced. This is what she'd listen to with all of our modern music at her fingertips.

Mashal: Call Me, Call Me by Steve Conte, Space Age Love Song by Flock of Seagulls, Chain of Fools by Aretha Franklin, and Out of Touch by Daryl Hall and John Oates

The man likes love songs, what can I say. His taste is a lot chiller than Astra's, and played at a much quieter volume. He definitely would stay up late, all in his feels while listening to music. I would peg him as a Swiftie, but I don't listen to enough Taylor Swift to know.

Ivander: Far More Blue by The Dave Brubeck Quartet, Misty by Erroll Garner, Glad to be Unhappy by Paul Desmond, and Lullaby by Ray Bryant

He's a jazz snob, no two ways about it. Unlike some jazz snobs, he does legitimately enjoy the music, but he also very much enjoys flaunting his 'refined taste.' I think he'd play Watermelon Man by Herbie Hancock, and Mashal would legitimately lose his mind.

💕- What is your character's fatal flaw?

Astra's fatal flaws are two-fold. Her lack of self-confidence translates into pride as an overcompensation. That pride gets her into serious trouble when she's too stubborn to let it go and show the uncertainty beneath.

Mashal's fatal flaw, I would say, is his habit of making decisions for other people. Yes, there's his drive for revenge at all costs, but that has kept him alive through many a tight spot. When he decides he knows what's best and chooses something for someone that they might not want is when things get messy.

Ivander’s fatal flaw is his unwillingness to ask for help. He thinks he has to do everything by himself because that's how the world has treated him for the most part. However, he'll learn that if he crumbles under the weight of a burden he insisted on bearing alone, he might just take some other people along with him.

❤️‍🔥- Would your character go to heaven or hell? Where do you think they'd go?

Astra prays, when she bother to pray, to Erani, the Illarian goddess of ambition. This is a good fit, and Astra would hope she'd end up in the goddess's heaven. She will, as she ends up fulfilling her ambition, which is all Erani cares about.

Mashal is an adherent to Loqang, the god of loyalty - a common path of worship for Illarian soldiers. He worries about going to hell, since after his incident, he doesn't remember the oath he swore when he became a knight of Sulu'Oku. However, Loqang is a cool guy, and he respects loyalty to one's friends just as much as loyalty to an institution or code, so Mashal is getting into heaven.

Ivander has long been promised to Timaz, the god of greed, and since he's very aware that he's gotten on the god's bad side, he lives with the knowledge that he's condemned to hell. There's not a lot he can do about that. From my perspective, he's made friends with a halawemavish spirit of secrets, so maybe she can pull some strings.

Hope you all enjoyed this one!

[sunnyie-eve]

8 | Missing each other

Series: Uttermost Lifestyle

Paring: Johnny Knoxville x Original female character

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"How many different colors of the same top do you have?" Ryan asks about my bikini top.

"Three; the pink one from yesterday, purple, and blue. Oh wait, I think I have a green one somewhere." I try picturing my drawer at home.

"With matching bottoms that we don't get to see?" Bam comes up from behind wrapping his arms around me.

"Yes, with matching bottoms you won't see while we film. I get it the everyone saw me and my bra and panties but doing all this... I will have a clothing malfunction." I explain getting out of his arms.

"At least it's a fun day." Ryan says making me agree as I watch Johnny go sit down.

I leave the two while they help set up and I go sit next to Johnny. "We're good right?" He turns his head to look at me.

"Why wouldn't we be?"

"You know... Ash and the others." He trails off.

"Yeah, you can go on as many dates as you want since it didn't go anywhere." I say like it was nothing but deep down it hurt.

"Because we didn't try to take time." He says making me huff.

"Because when we left London you acted like nothing happened then moved on from it. You didn't take time. So I guess now I do-," He cuts me off.

"Don't you say regret."

"You seem to." I sigh looking into his eyes.

"I don't. I'm just not u- I'm scared... and when I'm scared I do stupid shit." He looks away from me.

"Fine, I don't regret because I don't... but it was a mistake because our friendship is a tad rocky." I say causing him to look back at me.

"Don't say it was a mistake either because it's not to me and never will be. I really li-," I cut him off.

"Johnny, please. I like you too but..." I shake my head, "I don't think I'm ready for anything with anyone. I need to focus on other things for Caiden and I. I'm sorry." I bite on my bottom lip looking down.

"It's okay, I understand." He pulls me into his side kissing the top of my head.

"Alex, come help us." Ryan calls me over to I go help get it slippery. "How are you not struggling?" He watches me slid over like I was skating.

"It's like roller skating or ice skating." I laugh going up to his side as Bam starts to wave around getting ready to fall.

"Bend your knees and quite throwing your arms around." I laugh right before he goes down.

"Help me up." He puts his hand up.

"You're gonna pull me down." I move away as he slides himself closer to me. "Bam no." I try getting away but Ryan grabs me. So me moving around makes him move and fall taking us both down. "Thank god I fell on you." I pat Ryan's chest.

"You're welcome." He chuckles as Bam grabs my ankle pulling me over to him.

"Ouch, Bam. My head." I groan since my head hit the wood when he pulled me off of Ryan.

"Sorry." He gets up and tries pulling me up but we both fall back down.

"You're gonna break her before we even start." Preston chuckles so Bam let's me get up by myself.

First up was Johnny taking the first slide down into the lake. The way he went in was just funny looking. "You're turn." Ryan gives me a push making me go down backwards.

As I come up to the surface I flip Ryan off, "My ass you dick!" I get out running to get up to him but he goes to slide down.

"What are you doing?" Johnny asks as I get into the splits.

"Push me please."

"That's not gonna work." He laughs at me.

"Probably but I wanna try. Come on." I say so he gives me push.

As I get closer to the end I slow down and one of my legs gets over and I come to a stop making us laugh. "I got you, mama." Bam gets on and pushes me over but slips as I get in the water.

"You good?" I ask getting out of the lake so he gives me a thumbs up.

After some time is see Chris covering his junk with garbage. "What the hell?" I cross my arms walking up to him.

"I'm garbage man." He opens his arms up in the air.

After he goes by himself, him and Johnny were going together. "My mom's gonna hate this piece. Me and Garbage man." I laugh as they hold hands them go down. The second time they go down Johnny lays on Chris back.

"Lex, get on top of me." Chris says as he gets on Johnny.

"That's too much." I say for Johnny.

"Get on him." Johnny says so I grab Chris shoulder lbs and the three of us go down into the lake.

"Johnny..." I say as he starts to make his way out.

"Huh?" He stops.

"My top got unhook and I can never find the loop without a mirror." I slowly make my way to him.

"Turn around." He says so I turn my back towards him and he takes his time to fix my top.

"Take your time, Johnny." I huff.

"Sorry. My head was somewhere else." He finishes and we get out.

I sit off to the side and watch everyone keep going at the slide till my phone starts to ring. "Hey hon." I answer Caiden's call.

"Hey mom. How's filming?"

"Okay, just wanna get back home." I smile missing him.

"I want you home too. It's weird not having you here." I could here his voice crack.

"I know baby. You have no clue how hard it is being away from you this long." I laugh tearing up some. It was true, since he was born we've never been apart for so long.

"You'll be home soon right?" He asks.

"Soon..." I sigh seeing Johnny looking over at me then makes his way over to me. "I gotta go baby. I'll call you later, I promise. I love you." I say then hang up.

"Everything okay?" Johnny sits next to me.

"Yeah, just Caiden calling saying he misses me." I use my towel to dry off.

"You're not used to be away from him so long?" He gives be a small smile.

"Yeah." I nod my head tearing up some. "He's not used to it either. He wanted to cry on the phone." I look up at the sky to stop the tears from coming out.

"Go home then. We don't have that much left." He rubs my back.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm also sorta your boss alongside Jeff and Spike too, so go home. I care about you and you miss Caiden." He says making me look at him.

"You saw that a lot." I smile a bit.

"What? I care about you? Because I do." He brings his hand to my cheek.

"You're killing me." I huff.

"You're killing me too." He chuckles. "You have no clue how hard it is to push things aside."

"Yes I do. Your stupid smile and laugh make it hard for me." I lean forward to kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Johnny for everything. Letting us live with you, you caring about me, and respecting me." I stand up going to the van.

When they were done for the day Johnny tells the others that I was gonna head back home tomorrow. Of course the guys were upset I was leaving earlier but they understood because of Caiden.

"We're gonna miss you, mama." Bam gives me a big hug.

"You all have my number so I can always meet up with you guys." I smile at them.

"Tell Caiden we miss him too." Chris kisses the top of my head.

~

I end up heading back home the next day so when I got back Caiden was super excited to have me back. But then Nathan gave me some good news that he got me a small little role in a movie he was playing a small part in too. Also other good news was I could take Caiden with me since filming was in and around Queensland, Australia.

"Alexandria Hunt, it's a pleasure to meet you." I man comes up to me and hands me my script. "It's not a lot but it's more than a background extra." He smiles.

"Why did you pick me just form his words?" I ask pointing at Nathan.

"The acting you did for your first Jackass bit was great and your good looking so it's good enough for us. The plane scene is tomorrow so you could go practice your lines with Lillard." He walks off as I look at the script.

"Have fun with one of your celebrity crushes." Nathan leaves me.

"Celebrity crush? I only like one actor with last name... Oh my god!" I cover my mouth as I see Matthew Lillard makes his way towards me.

"Are you Alexandria?" He asks me and I was speechless so I just nod my head making him chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I just love you and the characters you play." I tell him before we start to practice lines together.

[thebloodmoon-chaos-house]

Re-found a doodle I had made of Bloody and Fang together

The expected happened

Tho before that, let’s set the description for Bloody and Fang’s unique designs.

Bloody— he wears the same jacket Harvest and he got from Solar, a sloppily sewn together mix of red and black fabrics and the upper part of their original hoodie; only they have attached several things to the hood, two sets of hair pins right above both of his eyes, the right one in an x shape, the left one a rectangle, to the left side there’s two should-be-fluorescent earrings (that aren’t cuz I didn’t color them), and to the right there’s about three or four pinzas (plastic, small, to attach clothes to the clothing line to dry, I FORGOT THE NAME IN ENGLISH OK?!) attached together forming a small chain. Unlike Harvest or their together appearance, he has the sleeves all the way down, covering their arm warmers— which are mismatched red and black, and quite possibly are filled with holes or something. They wear the same scarf thing Harvest does. His shirt isn’t tucked in, and neither is it solid black but that detail can be ignored. He’s wearing actual shorts that look like shorts on them, presumably the pineapple shorts that had caught their eye in-canon (I am never letting that piece of characterization go). Instead of the boots the Twins would wear together, they have a red and black sneaker on his right foot and a pink and teal croc on his left, and under them he has mismatched socks, right one being a loose fitting purple with stripes, left one being a pink with polka dots one. Yeah their clothing is all over the place. Their appearance is basically the same as Retired’s usual looks, Second Version Bloodmoon, visible “eyebags”, presumably mismatched leg casing, though his right eye lacks the spirals it usually has.

Fang— the only things Fang shares with Swap’s together design and the canon//my interpretation of canon’s design is the color of casing and the hat fluff. Fang doesn’t really wear much clothing, having a hat, a skirt, and arm warmers. The hat is twin tailed much like the usual AI 2 First Version Bloodmoon here, only the colors and patterns differ, the right part of the hat being red with black x’s gradually intensifying towards the hat’s tail, the left part being black with red x’s that basically look the same as previously described. In between the top fluff there are two slightly curved horns. There’s fluff in Fang’s chest as well, covering the shoulders, chest, and upper back, white pentagram pendant lying in between the fluff. The arm warmers are black. The skirt is red and segmented, with usually four— technically five— segments visible at a time, these segments are stitched together by three x like patterns each. The technicality arises by the segment right in what could be considered the front//middle? Of the character, this segment doesn’t have the same x’s the others do and is longer than the others, being black with an inverted cross symbol that is not seen on any of the following drawings sadly. There’s another segment like this parallel to it which is actually longer but it isn’t very relevant here. Fang has animal like legs, specifically those of a cat or dog, the ones that go on a curve and then drop and then there’s the feet, those ones. The legs have fluff in the second joint. Fang also has a tail similar to what is usually drawn for Lunar designs, like a string with a ring at the end and a star, the star is white and the ring is red. Fang has closed eyes for the most part, but the one eye that is shown open twice is the left one which instead of a pentagram pattern has a simple white slit pupil.

Ok that enough yapping, doodle time

And a small comic, featuring Harvest and Scythe

Translation for the Swap Twins:

Scythe: Out here, living my best life

Fang: Harvest is drowning

Scythe: This isn’t about them

[luvendrawingonthemoon]

ooh, Nailah for the ask game perhaps? :D

Oh damn first ask and it's one of my favs 🥰 (purple supremacy) Thx for the ask!

Okay so go Nailah! (sorry it's kinda long)

I personally really love her design. First her bodytype is very fitting for her personality maybe just a bit more muscular would be perfect.

For me a good design need to have two key point : must have a recognizable shape and being able to resume the character. By being one of the 2 only wolves, the only woman of them and by having a more muscular bodytype than the average stick arms girls we got most of the time, the first point is pretty easily checked (which is often a problem of the old Fe but I felt like Tellius games were the games who get rid of this problematic).

Her design also talk a lot about her role and personality. She's a queen so her outfit is pretty refined, with gold jewelry and on her belt, and something that looks like embroidery on the cloths, it's obvious when compared to Volug who have way more used clothes. And I also would add that the red cardinal (idk how to say it in English in french it's pourpre) is also a symbol of royalty.

But she's not only a queen she's also the best fighter from her country. She mostly fights in her wolf form , so her clothes are also made to be comfortable, she don't need an armor and is probably too proud to "hide" herself inside one (on top of not being useful for Laguz). Also I may be mistaken but if I remember well these kinds of tattoos look like warriors tattoos of some tribes, it's a detail who really add to the "this is the Hatari queen and she's ready for war" look.

Also I kinda love how her design work in parallel with her partner Rafiel. He got pretty tidy hair, hers are messier. His outfit covered everything, hers is less covering. Her outfit is very colorful, and his is mostly variation of white. She covers one eye, and his eyes are on full display.

About the eye, her eyepatch is by the way, pretty original and very gorgeous with all the pieces of cloth on it, like she really needs to take precautions about it (I'm kinda sad they didn't exploit the whole cursed eye stuff more but I'll put the fault on the lack of support of radiant dawn)

But if I needed to point to some defaults, first some stuff on the design can be associated with some orientalism, like the gold jewelry and the tattoos but both have also the others connotation I previously said so... Yeah I felt like it really depends on each other's sensibilities on that point.

I'm also a bit puzzled about a part of the color scheme : the green clothes. I understand it's for the contrast with the red but I kinda felt like it would be better if it was only warm colors, like another shade of red instead, especially cause it would fit more with her fierceful personallity.

But overall a very solid design. And she's so f*cking gorgeous I would do everything to have a kiss from her.... I still don't know if I'm more jealous of her or Rafiel... 😳

Damn I can't really shut up when I start. It's like 3am in my timezone so I really need to go to sleep so I'm sorry if I'm a bit hard to read. I can't really correct myself rn. I hope you like it! 💜