#poofy hair? check

[underthebluerain]

Fashion of the Continent: Toussaint (insp)

A beautiful fairytale-esque land of enchanting atmosphere, inhabited by noble ladies and knights errant. Yet Toussaint's culture of courtly love and chivalric virtues may hide something darker.

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

One Piece Fighting Game AU

this au is inpired by the song Heart Attack by Chuu

hope you enjoy the designs i created most of them in a 2 hr long manic episode of just nonstop designing.

More designs of the vinsmoke sibs, the donquixote brothers, Hancock, Bonney, and Kuma

ASL dialogue video

some lore ive cooked up for it and design explainations:

preface: sorry this is so much writing and im not going to grammar check it cuz aint no body got time for that.

The world of this au is like pokemon with different gyms you can fight through and beat, there's a big league of pro fighters, and there are schools for teaching you to be a better fighter.

The school our main cast goes to is called the Doki-Doki Battle Academy and it's principle is currently Crocodile. It's previous principle was Nefertari Cobra, but maybe something nefarious happened to give crocodile the spot who knowwsssss~

Doki-Doki Battle Academy (DDBA) hosts many tournaments in their school stadium throughout the school year. The tournies act as tests for the students who are taking that field of study. There are other fields the school offers though, such as weapon crafting, medical staffing, and managing. Though, if the students in those fields with so learn fighting on the side that is also accepted.

In the Pro Fighting world, there are typically pro-league teams such as the Red Hairs and The Beasts. These teams have different levels to it such as Little Leagues (for younger fighters), Minor leagues (for adults on a regional level), and Major leagues (for profighting at a national level). You can also go solo though, much like Mihawk does.

The power system in this AU is pretty simple, different color of auras do different things, but the complexities happen when you start using the different auras in tandem. I might explain it more in depth in a different post, but i dont really know what to explain about it. mostly because i dont know everything about it, myself, yet lol

-----design talk now yippeeee-----

Luffy: i tried to make him very simple protagonist vibes, play into the genre a bit. i incorporated hearts into his design in his hat, his shirt, his arm bands, and his pants poofies. His hat was given him as a sign of love, his shirt is from his school and he loves his school, his arm bands are on his arms and he uses his arms to show his love by fighting or by hugging, and his pants arent scuffed or anything so the heart puffs on his knees protects them from getting damaged (his love protects him)

Sabo: Tried to give him a more mysterious vibe with that peacoat and hat that shadows his face. I incorporated hearts into his design in his eyepatch, his vest buttons, and his boots. His heart eyepatch covers up that nasty scar, so he's distracting himself from his past pain by focusing on his love, the buttons on his vest/hearts on his boots are more or less hidden most of the time so he tends to hide his love but when he lets his guard down (when the boot is rolled down) you can see his love plainly.

Ace: Now, i dont know if Ace will die in this au or not, but in canon, he expresses his love through his torso area, i.e. tattoo on his arm and back and also that Certain Moment, so thats where i put a big ol' heart on him. His pants are also ripped in a shape of a heart but its kinda hard to see, but its meant to symbolize how the damage he takes is his love.

Nami: All the orange in her design is in heart shapes or the shapes of tangerines, thats where her love is. I also made nami's staff a curtain rod. She uses the rod to produce wind when she summons water and then manipulates it to heat it up or cool it down. i tried to add little details like that and the bandages on her torso to show that although she's outwardly clean, she's still scrappy. Nami is in the managerial pathway at the DDBA.

Zoro: I didnt make him quite as bright or vibrant as the others, i kinda just tried to make him Just A Guy. Except for his Swords. His Swords are special, so theyre bright and saturated. I roughed him up, a bit, not too much. i made his varsity jacket be ripped open so it looks like the heart on the front was broken because zoro is very broken hearted.

Sanji: I made him look like a wannabe princely character. Very cheesy, gaudy charm. I made the hearts of his design (on his boots) look like they're sewn up. So at some point his heart was broken, but he's healing them by stitching them up with love.

Robin: The hearts in her design are hard to make out because she is hiding her love. The pink of her lacey undershirt is where the heart is and its being protected by a dark over layer. The many belts in her design, however, are meant to look like shatters in that protective layer. This is meant to represent how even though she's strongly protecting herself, that strength is still weak without any outside help. Robin uses her multiplication abilities to simply multiply the shape of her arms like how she does in canon.

Chopper: His hearts are on his viles and his hat, love was given to him when he was given that hat, and he shows his love by making his healing potions. On another note though, chopper is a Transtormationalist, which is basically the zoan fruits of this world. His model is the Reindeer and his body has naturally started morphing into that form, too. Chopper is in the medical program at the DDBA

Usopp: Usopp's hearts on his pants patches signifies the new loves he’s accepted into his once lonely life. He fights with his sling shot and his ammo is seeds he's found savaging through forests or just growing himself. the white and grey auras he commands lessen the air resistance of his projectiles and makes them go a lot faster, and once they hit their target, he makes the plant grow super quickly, like how it does in canon post-ts.

Franky: Franky's hearts are everywhere and they're bright. he doesn't hide his love and he's built love for himself to wear on his person. Franky is one of the weapon masters at the school and he's a SUUUUPER cool teacher.

Brook: the hearts in his design are his Afro and his bag. I think i read somewhere that brook has kept his Afro so that Laboon can recognize him when he sees him again and that is just so loving to me so his Afro is in the shape of a heart. His bag is also in the shape of a heart, but the bag is being weighed down by whatever he's carrying inside of it, signifying the burden of the love he carries.

Jinbei: Jinbei is a Transtormationalist, Model: Whale Shark. the heart in his design is the tattoo on his chest for his old team. He's the driver of Luffy's bus and if you do enough dialogue options with him instead of skipping the bus cut-scenes, you get the option to battle Jinbei. If you do, he takes off his jacket revealing the pro-league he used to be in and then he decimates you. it is impossible to win the battle.

Koala: the colors i used for her are peachy colors, signifying what a peach she is :)))) her goggles and the buttons on her suspenders are the hearts on her design, signifying how her love is looking out for others and how love keeps herself up.

Vivi: Her hair is a big ol heart but its upsidedow, signifying how the love she feels often makes her look at things incorrectly. Also the rips in her tights are hearts, much like ace's are. the damage she takes is how she shows her love.

Crocodile: his hook is a heart, he loves fighting. i like the idea that when a student needs a text book and and asks him for one, he gives it to them by spearing a hole through one he has in his coat and handing it to the student who has to just live with a textbook with a big-ass hole through it.

Perona: the hearts in her design are on her sleeves and on her hat. The joke about the sleeves is that she wears her heart on her sleeves. but the hat, its meant to look like more or less a cage for the heart, her love is what traps her.

Mihawk: his hearts are on his weapons, he fucking loves fighting.

Shanks: The hearts in his design are only on his torso area, the locket around his neck and the deep unbuttoned shirt makes it look like there's a heart in the negative space, and the heart patch on his jacket, the loss of his arm and the lack of something there is symbolic for the love he has given.

imma be real, i didnt put that much thought in the heart positionings for yamato buggy or law. I kinda was swept up in Hot Man, Pathetic Man, and Hot Pathetic Man.

Uta: she's based off of Cupid, so she doesn't have any hearts really in her design but her whole persona is based off of a symbol of love and how it can turn malicious.

also in general, the shines on people's hair are meant to look like a heart-rate monitor's peaks and troughs. And the shading i did just by drawing all the shading then desaturating that area

WOWEE that's a lot of designing wtf was i on when i did all this.

if you got to the end, thank you so very much for reading! i hope you enjoyed my ramblings :)

again, there is more to come with this AU so Stay Tuned, Folks!!!!!!!!!!

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Pathetic House

Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Back in the light world, the empire is still causing trouble for Hometown, and Undyne tries to stand up to it! She instead has an unexpected run-in with Alphys, and gets a reminder of past mistakes...

Yaaay, finally got another comic out! I wanted to tackle a scene that was a bit shorter and simpler, and check in on some more of Hometown's residents! What might happen to them when Kris gets back is anyone's guess!...

Alt text for this comic is under the read more:

Page 1

Panel 1 - Full body shot of a Hometown resident - the little goblin character dancing in the rain, but now presented as a human with poofy hair and a small hat. They happily splash around in a muddy puddle around one of Hometown’s streets, kicking up water. 

Panel 2 - Inset panel as the teen is startled out of their splashing, eyes wide, with a sudden yell from off-panel: “HEY!”

Panel 3 - They turn around fast to see Undyne approaching them. She’s a tall human with her red hair tied back, dressed in boots, a sensible work skirt and vest, and arm guards. She strides purposefully towards the teen.

Panel 4 - Over-the-shoulder shot of Undyne as she looks down at the teen. They pull their hands together, looking a little nervous. “O-officer Undyne! I was just having a bit of fun here… Good rain last night…”

Panel 5 - Mid shot of Undyne as she raises up a hand reassuringly, and says, “Hey, you’re not in trouble! But that rain’s flooded some of the torn up road here…you’re gonna twist an ankle!”

Panel 6 - Undyne kneels down more to the teen’s level and points ahead. She says, “Just head up to the town square. It’s safer to jump around there.” The rain-loving teen immediately dashes off in the direction she points. “Oh great! Thanks, Undyne!” They say, waving at her.

Panel 7 - Small closeup panel as Undyne watches them go, smiling…

Panel 8 - Her smile then vanishes as she hears a THUNK sound from offscreen. She glances to her left with an annoyed expression.

Page 2

Panel 1 - She turns and looks at the source of the sound. Undyne stands in the foreground, while ahead, two empire solders dressed in armor are facing an old, dilapidated house with a broken window. An old skeleton of a large tree looms nearby. One of the soldiers laughs and throws a rock at the old house.

Panel 2 - Closer shot of the two soldiers, still both laughing. Another one, the larger of the two, holds up another rock…

Panel 3 - And throws it at the house again. It knocks off the old building’s side with a loud THUNK!

Panel 4 - Closeup on Undyne as she yells angrily at them: “HEY!!”

Panel 5 - Wide shot as Undyne marches purposefully towards the two soldiers. The scene is framed by overgrown grasses and shrubbery. “What do you think you’re doing?!” she says as she strides towards them.

The larger soldier replies, “What concern is it of yours?” Panel 6 - Undyne holds out one hand towards the old house, still annoyed. “Hometown is *my* jurisdiction, and you’re bothering the Ghost Cousins! So yeah, *my* concern!”

Panel 7 - Medium shot of the larger soldier, who just looks back at Undyne. “‘Ghost Cousins’?” he says, incredulous.

Page 3 

Panel 1 - A mostly empty panel, except for Undyne, who holds up one finger to explain. “Yeah, Nap Spook, Mettle Tom, and Mad Muse! They all died years ago, and this house is *their* spot. It’s rude to pester him!”

In the background are images of the three ghosts she’s mentioned: Nap Spook, a light blue ghost with curly hair that looks withdrawn and sleepy. Mettle Tom, who resembles Mettaton, with their fancy clothes and hair flip. However, here they don’t have their usual bombastic flair, and appear more withdrawn. The last one, Mad Muse, appears as a more furious poltergeist, with flaming hair. 

Panel 2 - Medium shot of the two empire soldiers. The skinnier one leans into the larger, and says to him, “Angel, they were right…these folks are *so* superstitious.”

The larger soldier addresses Undyne: “You lot believe in haunted houses?”

Panel 3 - Undyne faces the two soldiers as the larger one waves to him. “Well, we’re going to take care of this one for you.”

“What?!” Undyne says, not liking where this is going.

Panel 4 - Upshot of the old ghost house. It’s looking pretty unkempt and worn down, with the old tree looming overhead. Offscreen, the soldier says, “This dilapidated old place needs to be torn down. It’s taking up space that could go to much better use.”

Panel 5 - Medium shot of Undyne as she gestures angrily back at the house. “The Ghost Cousins have a right to *their* house!” she says, insistent. 

Page 4

Panel 1 - Medium shot as Undyne faces down the two soldiers, all three of them framed by the haunted house in the background. “You empire jerks think you can just show up and push us around?! This town is my home, and my charge!” she says, pointing a finger in the face of the closest soldier. “I’m not gonna let you tell *us* how we should use our own land!”

Panel 2 - Medium shot of the two soldiers, neither of which seem worried by her threat. The skinny one holds up his hands in mock worry, and says, “Oooh, such a big, *scary* threat from the backwater guard!”

The larger one grins and says, “A direct request from the Knight to your Mayor should be sufficient to get this place demolished.”

Panel 3 - Undyne doesn’t seem impressed by the threat either. She sneers back at them, “Need your stupid boss to tell you *how* to push us around?”

Panel 4 - Full body shot of the three still standing in front of the ghost house. “Tch…should’ve expected that from creeps like *you*,” she says, still pointing.

The larger soldier raises an arm to hold back the thinner one from moving forward, looking aggravated. The soldier says, “Unlike superstitious bumpkins like you, the Knight knows how to properly *run* things. How to keep this country in order.”

Page 5

Panel 1 - Single shot of the larger soldier, who continues with a sneer: “And we’ll *all* be better off once your backwater town realizes that and starts *contributing* to the empire.”

Panel 2 - Closeup shot on Undyne as she narrows her eyes and grimaces. This definitely pissed her off.

Panel 3 - Undyne gets up in the soldier’s face, clearly raring for a fight. “How about your big, holy Knight comes down here, and I’ll *contribute* a few good punches to their face!” The soldier stands stalwart against her threat.

Panel 4 - Even though Undyne is close in on him, he just smiles at this suggestion. “Ha! You, actually fight the *Knight*? I’d like to see you try!”

Panel 5 - Medium shot as Undyne spins on her heel and begins to march off as the two soldiers look on. “Then how ‘bout I drag them down here for you to see!” she says, and turns to go and do just that–

Panel 6 - Only to suddenly run head-on into Alphys coming in from the other direction. The soldiers watch as the two collide, sending Alphys’ books and papers flying–

Panel 7 - Alphys and Undyne both fall to the ground from the force of the sudden impact, and land in the mud with a splash. Alphys’ papers scatter everywhere.

Page 6

Panel 1 - Medium shot of the two soldiers as they burst into uproarious laughter. The thinner one slaps his knee, and the larger one throws his head back to guffaw at the two of them.

Panel 2 - Alphys and Undyne are still trying to collect themselves in the mud as the two soldiers walk past them and head back towards town. While the thinner one keeps laughing, the larger one ways to them and says, “Good luck with that, bumpkin!”

Panel 3 - Undyne quickly stands up in the foreground, while below her, Alphys quickly scrambles to get to her feet and pick up her dropped books and papers. There’s mud all over her coat. “O-ohmygosh, I’m s-SO sorry, Undyne! I didn’t see you there…” she stammers.

Panel 4 - Wider shot as Undyne helps Alphys retrieve her dropped papers. “Ngggah, it’s fine. I just can’t stand those weasely empire creeps,” she says, glaring in the direction where the soldiers disappeared. 

Alphys sadly agrees, “T-they really won’t l-leave us alone, huh…”

Panel 5 - The two are now fully back on their feet. Undyne hands the remaining lost books and papers over to Alphys, who takes them back into her arms. “T-T-thanks, Undyne!” she says, blushing noticeably. 

Panel 6 - Over-the-shoulder shot of Alphys as she holds tight onto her books. Ahead of her, Undyne reaches behind her head and offers an awkward smile back. “Yeah, it’s…no big deal,” she says.

Page 7

Panel 1 - Wide shot of Alphys and Undyne standing by the ghost house. It still seems forgotten and dilapidated in the background, but the two are now focused on each other. “So, what’re you up to by the ghost house, anyway?” Undyne asks.

Alphys replies, “Oh, I-I just wanted a bit of moody reading atmosphere!”

Panel 2 - Medium shot of Alphys as she holds out one of her books, admiring the title. “I got a new fantasy story, a-and I’m excited to give it a read…”

Panel 3 - Medium shot of Undyne as she smiles, and gestures towards Alphys’ book. “Nice that you got the time to dig into it right away!”

Panel 4 - Alphys’ face drops a little, and she hugs the books to her again. “W-well, I haven’t had as many kids to tutor these days.”

Panel 5 - Shot of the two women standing together, although Alphys is now turned away, lost in an upsetting thought. “Usually on Tuesdays, I gave Kris some tutoring, b-but…they ran off last fall, so…” At the name, Undyne suddenly starts. 

Panel 6 - Focus on Undyne as she looks away, her expression guilty and perhaps regretful. In the background in grayscale, there is a memory of Toriel and Asgore sacrificing Kris to the demon prince…Undyne was also present, wearing a fish mask.

Page 8 

Panel 1 - Closeup on Alphys as she continues: “I-I can’t imagine them r-running out on the Dreemurrs! Especially Azzy! So…m-maybe it was m-me…they j-just got so sick of how I taught things, t-they had to escape it…” Alphys looks sad and self-depreciating, somehow only thinking of how this might be her fault.

Panel 2 - Medium shot as Undyne puts a reassuring hand on Alphys’ shoulder, causing Alphys to look back up at her. “Hey, don’t talk like that! I don’t think that would’ve been it…” Undyne says.

Panel 3 - “I’m sure your teaching is great!” Undyne says, and tries to give her an encouraging smile.

Panel 4 - Alphys looks up at her with admiration, taking her encouragement to heart. “G-gosh, that’s nice of you to say! And uh…”

Panel 5 - “Whatever those soldier creeps might’ve said to you, I k-know *you’re* a better peacekeeper than they’ll ever be!” Alphys continues in a wide shot of the two. Undyne keeps her hand on Alphys’ shoulder. 

Panel 6 - Closeup on Undyne’s unsure expression…unlike Alphys, she can’t really take the encouragement to heart. With what she’s participated in, she doesn’t know how good of a peacekeeper she really is now.

Page 9

Panel 1 - Still, Undyne is determined to put on a good face for this woman who’s clearly pining for her. In a medium shot, she gestures to herself with a big smile. “At least for this town, I’m gonna do whatever I can!” Alphys looks up at her with admiration and fondness.

Panel 2 - Wide shot of the ghost house, old tree and surrounding mud-speckled road. Undyne leads Alphys away from town, and more towards the gloomy old forests surrounding them. “And for you, let’s find you that perfect mood spot!” she says. 

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Begging for anything with aizawa pls and thanks <3 maybeee with him using his scarf involved haha

Caught!

Tags: Aizawa x fem!Reader, enemies to… lovers?, smut, nsfw, bondage, use of pet names like princess, mdni

Synopsis: You’re in the league of villains, and Aizawa manages to catch you! You’re in for it now.

An: Thank you for the request! Sorry it took me so long. NO proofreading 😔

"Did you really think you could outrun me?" Shouta's gravely voice sounded through the alleyway. Your body was currently trapped. He had you completely wrapped up with that damn scarf of his. No matter which way you thrashed, you couldn't get out.

"I was just hoping to outlast you!" You shout back, feigning confidence. In reality, your heart was pounding anxiously in your chest. You kept replaying the memory of you getting caught over and over in your head.

Shigaraki and the others just... left you completely behind. You were nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter. The slaughter just happened to be Shouta Aizawa, a notable underground pro who also teaches at U.A.. Just your luck.

His footsteps sounded through the alleyway. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The small amount of light from the streetlamp allowed for you to admire his face from the ground. His longer dark hair was tied back into a short poofy ponytail, and his glasses must've gotten knocked off at some point during the pursuit.

His tired eyes wandered over your body as you laid helplessly at his feet. His irises were glowing red, effectively wiping you of your quirk. You looked too damn soft to be a villain, but he wasn't going to underestimate someone after seeing Toga.

"You got a name, princess?" He asked before nudging your side with his boot, making you squirm away from him.

"Why would I tell you that?" You immediately spat with a defiant pout.

"You got entirely too much mouth on ya." He retorts with a small smirk. Suddenly, your body is rapidly rolling around as the scarf unravels from your midsection. He's quick to grab each ends, and he yanks the rope taut, binding your wrists together above your head. "I'm tryin' to do you a favor, so don't push your luck."

Your body feels more free, even if you're basically just as trapped as before. Though, you're finally able to breathe freely now without the scarf restraining you tightly.

"Oh, and how should I say thank you?" You ask sarcastically, expecting for him to just get irritated with you again.

Aizawa takes a few more steps forward, and he crouches down to your level on the ground. Tilting his head to the side slightly, "I can think of a few ways, but I bet you wouldn't like those."

He's a flirt???

Your eyes immediately widen in response, and you can feel the heat rushing your cheeks. It's a pretty well known fact that Aizawa is a bit of a heartthrob, but he's too unapproachable to even consider. Shigaraki would kill you if he knew that you were considering sleeping with the enemy, but he basically left you to die. So, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.

"Why are you so sure that I wouldn't?" You ask as you try to lean up against your restraints. He pulls them tighter, knocking you back against the concrete.

"A young pretty thing like you? You're just hoping to find an opening and get away." He muses as his eyes look your body up and down, shamelessly checking you out while you can't do a damn thing about it.

A small huff escapes your lips, causing him to chuckle endearingly. He finds your continued defiance to be rather amusing and cute.

"Then... don't give me an opening." You respond, giving him your most innocent smile that you could muster.

"Oh princess, are you asking me to keep you tied down..?"

You let out a shaky breath, and you reluctantly nod your head. Your thighs squish together tightly, trying to ease the warm ache that started to form between your legs.

"Ask nicely, and I'll consider it." He demands, keeping that cocky smirk on his face. The TV debuts never show this side of him. He's always portrayed as some strict stick in the mud, but right now, he was something completely different.

"Asshole-" You scoff before the scarf is yanked tightly, forcing your arms up higher. A pained whine sounds from your mouth, and you squeeze your eyes shut as he toys with you like prey.

"Now princess, I know you're a villain, but come on now... That's not very nice." He's being completely condescending, but for whatever reason, it makes your entrance clench around air, begging to be filled up by him.

"Please... keep me.. tied up-" You quietly ask, avoiding eye contact with him out of sheer embarrassment.

"You just want me to keep you tied up..? Nothing else-?" He prompts, and one of his fingers trails up your arm slowly, up towards the scarf wrapped tightly around your wrists.

"No- I.... ugh!" You exasperate in a bratty scoff. "I want you to keep me tied while.. you..." His finger slips beneath the binding, making sure he's not cutting off your circulation before he trails his finger back down your other arm.

"While I... what, princess? Spit it out. I'm on the clock, you know."

"... while you fuck me." You finally add, tilting your head away from his impregnable stare.

"Goood~" He purrs before tilting your chin back towards him. "Now, say it all together."

"That's not-" He gives you a challenging gaze, telling you that he's finished arguing. "I want you to keep me tied up while you fuck me..." His stare continues, waiting for you to tack on the 'nice' portion. "...Please."

"Was that so hard?" He asks as his hand dips between your thighs. His hand palmed at your wet cunt through the thin fabric of your pants.

"Mmn... no.." Your murmur softly. Your back arches up off the concrete, and your part your thighs slightly for him.

"Just like a damn cat. So mean and defensive until someone pets ya the right way." He muses before his fingers find the waistband of your pants. With a firm tug, you're left without pants or panties.

"Wait.. ngh... not in the alley-" Your whines fall on deaf ears as Shouta already has his head between your thighs, helping himself to your arousal.

His scruffy facial hair tickles your soft skin as he's gently kissing and biting on your thighs. Your body involuntarily squirms with each time he clamps his teeth over your flesh. "F-fuck.. ah.." It feels like heaven when his tongue finally reaches your core.

"Mmnn~ well, at least one part of ya is sweet." He muses with a grin before flattening his tongue out and lapping at your dripping cunt. His hands are tightly forcing your thighs apart, not allowing you to shy away from him at all. You could feel the imprints of his fingers being bruised into your legs. A mark of him to carry along with you.

Your hands tug against the restraints with a quiet whine as he plunges his tongue in and out of your tight entrance. It feels like he's a starved man, and you're his only source of substance to keep him alive. "F-fuuck~ Shouta.." You breathlessly whisper while your hips are subtly moving along with his tongue.

His hands slide up, and he gropes on the flesh of your ass, pulling you down harder onto his tongue. It forces him deeper into your arousal. You're practically dripping all over his nose and chin, and he lets out a grunt of approval.

"Thaaat's it, princess. Didn't think you'd be moaning a hero's name, now did ya?" He taunts as he sits up. His hands slide his belt off with ease, tossing it over to the side.

"Debatable.." You murmur lowly as your eyes fixate on his pants sliding down. He has a darkly colored happy trail that goes down to where his pubic hair. His cock is then unsheathed from his boxers.

"I see you still have that mouth on you. Guess I'm going to have to fuck it out of you." He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly before he positions himself right between your thighs.

Your eyes are still glued on his length. He was big, but he was mostly girthy. His tip is swollen and red, with a line of pre-cum dripping down all from eating you out. His hand wraps around his fat length, and he fists at his length a few good times before guiding it towards your entrance.

"Wandering eyes..." He muses lowly, catching your attention. Your eyes meet his, and he gives you a small smile. "What were you looking at?"

"Uh... you.." You softly respond, feeling embarrassed that he caught you literally drooling over his cock.

"Yeah? What for?"

"I didn't know how it was gonna fit-" You start to say, but you were rudely cut off by him forcing his round tip past the ring of muscle. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you pulled harshly against the scarf.

He almost feels bad when he sees your cute face scrunched up in obvious discomfort. "You can handle it." He states bluntly before he eases his hips out, stretching the ring of muscle to fit around him. He then pushes right back in. Your wet heat coats him in a way that causes him to growl.

"Mmm.. if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're... hah.. enjoying this." He points out as his face hovers yours. His hands are planted against the ground at either side of you, holding him up above you. Your legs instinctively hike around his waist.

"Ngh..." You can't even find it in you to deny him right now. The stretch feels painful in the best way possible. You need him right now. "F-feels good~"

"Oh..? Want me to keep going then?" He asks, once again making you embarrassingly admit to wanting his cock.

"Yes... p-please Shouta.." You whine, wrapping your legs around him as if that'd stop him from leaving.

"Good girl. I'll reward you now." He praises before starting to move his hips. Your gummy walls squeeze around him, almost sucking him in with each thrust.

"Mmngh~ yes-!... right there, fuck." Your a noisy thing when you're getting dicked down, aren't you?

"Princess, don't make me gag you with my scarf." He mumbles in your ear lowly before letting out a low grown in tandem with his thrust. "G-gotta be quiet. Don't want the... mmph!... media coming out here, do you?"

You quickly shake your head no, and he gives you a small chuckle. He doesn't drill into you, instead he's slow and purposeful. He makes each thrust count as he slams into your sweet spot at a perfect tempo.

He presses small kisses along your cheek and jaw. "Bein' such a good girl for me.." He praises lowly as one of his hands snake down and starts to rub small circles on your clit.

"Hah~" You gasp as you tilt your head back. You can feel the white hot pleasure start to coil in your stomach, and your heart starts to pound in your chest. "G-gonna... gonna come.." You warn quietly as your eyes squint shut.

"Yeeaahh, that's it.... come on my cock , 's okay." He gives you permission, and immediately, he can feel you spasming around him. "Fuuck, good girl. Did so good..." He praises, and he keeps up his punishing rhythm.

"Sh-... Shouta~" You whine as you look back up at him. Your poor cute face is all fucked out. He knows your arms have to be sore from being kept above your head this entire time.

"What is it, princess?" He asks you knowingly. He already knows what you're wanting of him, but he's a fan of making you say it.

"P-please.. come inside me.."

"I've given you s'much already, and you want more? He taunts as his cock continues to fill you completely. His tip kissing your womb sloppily as he's just leaking pre-cum into you. Sopping wet noises fill the alley every time he moves. So much for being discreet.

"M-more!" You mindlessly whine in agreement. How could he deny you when you're so cute and stupid? His jaw tightens, and he begins to absolutely bully his way inside you, chasing after his own orgasm simply because you asked him so nicely.

His knees scraped against the pavement beneath your two, and his grunts were becoming more growl like and shaky. "You want more? C'mere." He demands lowly before unbinding your hands. He scoops you into his arms, and pulls you up and down along his length, practically using you as his own little toy.

Your arms immediately wrap around his neck, and you hold on for dear life as he literally knocks the breath out of you with each brutal thrust. Your mind is practically spinning, and before you know it, you're gushing around him once again.

"You just can't help yourself, can you?" He taunts before he bites down onto your shoulder. His heavy balls are slapping against the flesh of your ass with each delicious plap noise. "Fuck. Gonna fill my good girl up." He groans lowly as his arms begin to shake.

His cock flexes with each pump of cum he spurts into you. For a moment, everything is quiet. The sound of both of you trying to catch your breaths fill the air before he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.

"You don't gotta tell me your name... Do you have somewhere safe to go tonight... away from those assholes?" He asks you quietly before he gently lays you back against the concrete. His cock slides out of you, unleashing a pool of mixed fluids down your ass.

"I... not really..." You answer hesitantly. You didn't exactly have a place to call home except for the league of villains' base. It's not like you expected them to practically sacrifice you.

"You'll sleep at mine tonight." He leaves no room for argument as he gets himself back dressed. He even starts to put your pants back onto your legs for you. "If you try anything, I'll tie you up and do this to you all over again."

You let out a small amused laugh. "Don't threaten me with a good time, eraser."

[sojumamii]

༊*·˚puppy love༊*·˚

summary: a first grade mission goes awry when megumi gets hits by a curses' attack that....turned him into a puppy?! now you, your friends and gojo are tasked with turning him back before it's too late!

tags: megumi fushiguro x f! reader, established relationship in-universe setting, fluff, crack, slice of life. snippy clingy puppy megumi, gojo's grubby hands.

warnings: swearing. unedited.

pt.1 pt.2

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stupid fucking curse 

stupid fucking itadori

stupid fucking kugisaki

stupid fucking GOJO

are all the thoughts rapid cycling through megumi's brain as he watches the three pairs eyes looking down at him, their statures intimidatingly big and tall from where he stands on the floor. the room is now suddenly bigger than he remembers just five minutes ago, all he can see at eye level are the ankles of every single person on his current hit list.

"ah! what the hell happened to fushiguro?!" yuji yells in panic as he looks down at megumi in confused panic.

the immature snickering coming from gojo and nobara explodes into a burst of rambunctious laughter, nearly falling over as they choke on air.

gojo clutches his stomach as he points down at megumi, teasingly cooing,"wow megumi thanks for taking one for the team!" he crouches down to take a closer look at megumi's new...fluffy appearance.

in front of the trio is a small tiny fluffy ball of black fur, a tiny snout nose, and two wide dark navy eyes that contain the coldest glare a puppy can hold. the toy pomeranian is an exact canine counterpart to their beloved brooding friend and student.

"oh crap...how the hell are we gonna explain this one to (y/n)?!" Yuuji mutters in shock.

"oh my god, the curse got turned into one of those yappy little mutts oh this is gold!" nobara wipes a tear from her glittery brown eyes as her laughter begins to fade out.

megumi growls and barks as he rushes to nip gojo and nobara's legs in retaliation. 

"agh! you bratty little rat! i'll knock you across the room with my hammer if you do that again" the auburn haired girl shrieks, gritting her teeth, matching the ferocious expression on puppy megumi's boxy little face

"aww! meguuuuuumi you're just the cutest little thing c'mere!~" gojo coos mischievously as he reaches down for the poofy puppy

megumi yaps, running away from gojo's chasing hands, running through yuji's legs and circling around them in increasing panic and speed as gojo chuckles devilishly.

yuji grows dizzy following megumi's movements, he sighs to himself as he focuses on his movements before darting his hands out and snatching megumi away. megumi gives fight and thrashes in his arms growling before his new little body grows limp, his pink tongue hanging out his mouth as he pants in exhaustion.

yuji coos and scratches the top of his head,"alright you gotta calm down now fushiguro." he says as he strokes megumi's soft fur

megumi huffs as if saying,'how can you expect me to be calm?!'

gojo chuckles before picking up his phone to dial ijichi,"we should head back to the school, we'll take him to shoko to get him checked out, and in the meantime i'll see if yaga or nanami can find out any information about that curse," he says walking over to yuji and bending forward to be face to face with his now-canine student.

"and oh by the way," he looks up to yuuji's hazel eyes,"i won't be the one explaining to our sweet little angel what happened to her boyfriend, i'm sure you guys got that covered," he smirks before reaching a sneaky hand to scratch megumi's ears, earning him a growl and snap of megumi's teeth. he quickly retracts his hand,"okay okay geez..." 

megumi sighs in his head, mentally wondering how you're doing as today was your long overdue and well deserved day off from missions. he wonders if you're having a better day either doing nothing or cleaning your dorm like said you would

he lets out a groan that in his new form comes out as a sad little puppy whimper when he thinks about how the hell is he gonna explain this new predicament to you...and if he can ever break the curse....

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"Ahh~ it's so clean in here finally!" you happily sigh to yourself taking in the sight of your now neat and tidy dorm room, having been a tornado of clothes, books, and empty beverage bottles due to back to back missions and the never ending cycle of classes. the soft sounds of your favorite music plays in the background and the cozy warmth of the fairy lights adds a more relaxed welcoming atmosphere to your room.

rarely do you ever spend time in here even on your days off or after said missions and classes.

opting to give into megumi's not-so subtle ways of you making you sleep and stay in his own dorm room, which he's progressively losing good excuses just making random nonsense that makes you laugh and wonder why your pretty boy keeps trying to make up excuses when you'd never say no.

'don't you just prefer the direct my room faces? the sun isn't blinding you first thing in the morning?' (you have curtains)

'my water pressure is better' (the dormitories at jujutsu tech have the same exact showers)

your delicate face unconsciously smiles brightly at the thought of your stoic little lover boy, you fondly stare the photo of the two of you on your most recent date at a bookstore-coffee shop that had just opened.(well it was supposed to be a date but yuji and nobara crashed it) 

you clip it onto the wall above your desk, adorned with string lights along with other photos of megumi and yourself, and many with yuji, nobara, and gojo...and a cute one you goaded nanami into.

looking at the photo it reminds you that your friends and teacher should in fact be back soon...and that you actually haven't heard from megumi since he texted you that he got to the mission sight. you can't help but to worry but as if right on cue there's a knock on your door.

you squeal beaming with excitement as you skip to open the door

only to reveal

nothing?

huh?!

you look out left right frantically and confused as to who was just at your door.

did you miss megumi that badly you imagined he knocked?

you're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear a little bark, surprised you look around for the source of the sound until you hear it again.

you look down and see a fluffy ball of black fur, wagging it's tail and running in  tiny circles and yipping for your attention.

you coo and crouch down to scoop up the palm sized creature,"hey little guy, whatcha doin out here?"

it responds excitedly jumping into your hands and sniffing and licking your face affectionately. you giggle and pull it away from your face,"alright alright i get it you're cute but where'd you come from?" you ask as if it can respond.

when you stare at it face to face for a few seconds...the dog feels familiar...in a weird way, even the way it's eyes stare back at you feels almost human...

you did love to joke that if megumi had a dog form it would not be like  the beautiful  wolfy appearance of his divine dogs, but the form of a snappy little pomeranian with his hair and sassy attitude. it almost feels like divine intervention that a yippy pomeranian showed up at your door when you started miss and worry about your boyfriend. was this little guy a gift? no, megumi said his shikigami were the closest things to pets you could have....or maybe this is one the staffs' pet? or maybe just a stray...? 

 then you start to think a little too hard...

bringing the puppy that's still happily wagging it's tail in your hands up to your face you let out a sigh,"You know you kind of remind me of my boyfriend, he's got hair and lashes  just like you-no.no.no. it can't be?" you shake your head in disbelief there's no way this dog is megumi fushiguro himself. the dogs yips as if it to say yes.

'it is me damn it!' megumi thinks to himself as he huffs in your arms, he feels a little off balance as you stand up with him and listens to you mutter different possibilities to yourself.

you perk up and gasp when you realize something off about it and bring the puppy back up to your face to interrogate megumi some more.

"hey! you have cursed energy! are you someone's shikigami? is this how they're getting rid of me?" you step out into the hallway, your senses on high alert but there's no sign of a curse user anywhere.

you gasp again- that's megumi's cursed energy signature.

"oh my god-! gumi?!" you ask incredulously, raising him up in the air in front of you. he huffs in confirmation, his little body having grown tired from his efforts of trying to communicate. man being in such a small body is tiring...

"ah crap she figured it out!" you hear yuuji's panicked voice say from behind you.

"damn it...we're really in for it now!" nobara cuts in like clockwork.

you slowly turn around, staring at them in wide eyed disbelief,"what the hell happened out there? how did megumi get like this?" you're asking but there's a snippy essence in your tone that feels like you're being rhetorical. like you're scolding all three of them (mostly nobara and yuuji, you feel bad scolding megumi right now, I mean, look at that little face)

you hug megumi to your chest, stroking his fur comfortingly,"aw my poor gumi, don't worry we'll figure out how to change you back," you smile reassuringly,"if it's any consolation you're even cuter as a puppy..."

he grunts and petulantly tucks himself into your neck, his wet nose pressed your warm skin he seeks your scent and presence. he lets out a soft huff once he gets comfortable, his little body now limp and relaxed as he succumbs to slumber in your arms. 

your heart squeezes in both fondness and worry. this whole situation while unexpected and slightly worrisome, is rather comedic. much to his dismay, a snippy little pomeranian is what you often compare him to, and now like a metaphorical prophecy: he is one.

you look at the disaster twins, remarking their nervous smiles you playfully roll your eyes and chuckle,”look lets get him to shoko, you’ll explain everything there.” you direct them both, leading the way to the infirmary. after a minute you halt your steps, sharply turning to your classmates,”wait a second,” you look around,”where the hell is gojo?” 

yuji and nobara avoid your eyes stupidly whistling and kicking rocks, wincing when you growl and stomp angrily toward the infirmary.

“stupid white haired bastard good for nothing guardian blindfolded idiot…” you grumble angrily.

the disaster twins sigh, also cursing gojo for leaving them to deal with your reaction to megumi’s predicament. they follow after you, heads down like scolded toddlers.

“not fair that fushiguro gets to be cute and nap…” yuji whines

nobara nods,” y’know i used to wonder how fushiguro bagged someone as good and pretty as (y/n) of all people…but after seeing her temper…they’re made for each other.

though you’re ahead of them, your heightened senses allow you to hear nobara’s words, filling you with warmth and a soft smile gracing your delciate features as you look down at the sleeping puppy in your arms, kissing the top of his head.

“she’s right gumi…we really are. you'll be back before you know it."

to be continued….

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RAAAAH second (and last.) fic of 2024 and it’s a series! First fic was published on here back at the end of May which is crazy that much time has passed since then! “always a brat” was a spur of the moment drabble and I had no idea it was going to get the love and traction it did, which I am grateful for and  very touched! thank you to everyone who supported it, and I hope you like this new installment! 

Happy New Year! May you have an even better 2025!

-v

[sleepy-grav3]

The Moon Child - Part 1

Part 2

A/n: There's a bunch of batfam adoptions, let's switch it up a bit.

Summary Background info: Danny died fully to the GIW. His class noticed when Danny disappeared and think his parents killed him. The city now believes he lives among the stars. On the same day Danny died, however, the moon was smashed to bits and rained down asteroids into the ocean and land of Earth. The Lanterns replace it with a new moon. The ocean life believes that the moon's spirit will not like being replaced.

Tw: Bad parents, depression, dissociation, vivisection scars, past death, discrimination, angst, hurt/comfort

Danny is a full ghost and looks like a child because that's all his core can expend; Danny becomes a moon spirit. Aquaman/Arthur is the movie version, the fun upbeat guy, not the serious one.

The Moon Child Part 1 - Strong Beliefs Come to Life

When the moon was destroyed, the Lanterns had agreed to send over a new one to make sure the Earth didn't destroy itself without the Moon to guide the oceans. It wasn't difficult to get one, though it was a lot of paperwork.

But when it was done, the Justice League thought that was it. Batman, being the paranoid man he was, demanded those with cities near a beach and Aquaman to report regularly about any changes in the ocean with the new moon while he checks other things that would be affected by it. They didn't bother to argue, as their luck always had it that peace was never a lasting thing. So the extra precaution was fine, but they didn't think anything of it after a few weeks of nothing happening.

The ocean life thought otherwise. Unlike the beings on land, who worship the sun, the beings in the ocean believed in the moon. Legends, myths, and many beliefs surrounding the moon's corpse that had mostly fell in their waters had risen.

The Moon is not meant to be replaced

The Moon is not like the others

The Moon will believe we did not care

The Moon will return and haunt these waters

-

Cries echoed in the dark of night. Moonstones guided the way to the origin of said sobs that were as powerful as the sirens' voice. Yet what the sirens attracted was lust, not melancholy.

Those who followed them would begin to see a dim light grow brighter and brighter, but never irritate. Instead, it would bring a wave of sorrowful tranquility.

When they reached the origin, they would see a small child holding their tail that faded in solidity. Their hair as white as how the moon used to be. Their skin as pale as a human who had died in freezing temperatures. And their eyes a beautiful silver that matched the stones that trailed away from them.

They wore loose and poofy at the bottom pants that matched a dark night sky and a translucent veil that had constellations move around the dark blue fabric. His upper body was bare, and he covered it with the veil, which darkened when wrapped to shield his body from being seen. (think Egyptian dancer)

And that's when the creatures of the ocean had a realization. Their deity was too kind to exact revenge for the blasphemy. Their pain was not one to simply end in an instant.

The Moon has returned, and they are not angered.

They thought they were replaceable, disposable. As if they never mattered.

The Moon has returned to world that acted ungrateful for what they had done to protect it. To a world who simply replaced them for another.

They felt like all they did was for nothing. Like nothing they had done ever mattered in the end.

The Moon did not have a welcomed return. And they decided to express it alone, as if nobody would care to comfort them.

-

Arthur never believed in ghosts. Not until now as he gazed upon the spirit of the moon who had taken the form of a small child with a wisp for a tail and was crying moonstones.

The seafolk had all voiced their guilt on how they cursed at the humans and aliens, speaking how the spirit of the moon would enact their revenge. They felt guilty that they had ever thought their deity would ever stoop as low as those disgraceful humans. For their deity was kind. They were perfect. And they always looked after them when they could, even appearing in the day no matter how much strength it took.

The Ocean was meant to be the Moon's temple.

And as the King of the Ocean, it was his duty to take in the Moon and shelter them in their time of need.

"Child."

The child jumped, turning with wide, teary eyes at him. Arthur smiled gently.

"Greetings. I've heard that you've been here for a while now. It... it must've hurt badly."

The child seemed to have a flash of pain from the memory alone, tightening their arms around their wispy tail.

"What they did to you was unacceptable and inhumane. You were alive and looking after so many who could not save themselves."

More stones splashed into the water.

"You saved them, save everyone and they repaid that by hurting you. Killing you. Attempting to end you. It was a crime and yet... yet they got off light. It was a crime and they thought nothing of it."

The spirit relaxed, eyes gazing at him in disbelief and awe.

"I'm sorry we weren't able to save you. I'm sorry I couldn't prevent such a blasphemous act."

They smiled softly at him and let go of their tail, flying over to him.

"I'm still here." Their voice echoed. "I can still protect everyone."

Arthur took a breath and reached his hand out, placing it on the child's head.

"Please, let me do the protecting this time."

The child of the moon teared up once more, smile now shaky.

"Okay." They whispered. "I'll trust you."

And with that, the child shined just a bit more brightly before their form retreated into a spherical oval with the New Moon glyph floating inside. He cupped his hands together, letting the moonstone with the height of 2 quarters and the width and depth of 1 descend into them. Upon observation, he noticed the moon glyph shift to always present itself in the direction of those who gazed upon them.

"I have to report this to the league." Arthur thought, worried about what they'd do if they discover the spirit on their own.

-

Pain, that was all he felt. Even after his core had been carved and crushed, he still felt the excruciating agony of it. And now he revived again, feeling the aftershocks, the phantom pains.

His core was straining itself to even let him stay out of it, willing him to retreat. But he couldn't risk being found. He couldn't risk a curious person deciding to carve him again.

That was... until this man came. A hero, one that ruled over the oceans and seas, came to him and apologized for not saving him. someone who wasn't even close to him, who shouldn't have even known about him, had felt guilty about his death. And he stayed and he begged for him to come with him. He bled out the promise of safety. Of recognition. He... wanted to protect Danny.

A hero who protected the beings of his waters wanted to protect him, a ghost.

Danny was starting to think humans really were inferior to other beings. Be it aliens... or seafolk. Atlanteans. Ha! To think an Atlantean cared more about him, who was a half human and human ghost, than a human ever could.

It hurt.

It hurt to think about.

But it hurt more to try to reject it. So, he accepted that this stranger, this hero who probably didn't even believe he could exist, was willing to protect him like nobody ever had. Like nobody ever could. Like nobody ever would.

His core will be safe with him. He will be safe with him.

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A/n: Well... that was a thing. Poor Danny.... He was never actually acknowledged. But oh well. The next one's about him meeting the family and getting coddled.

Also, if you're thinking about the movie's Aquaman having a baby... well he's dead. Black Manta killed him through suffocation or whatever like the wiki says. So that's why he wasn't mentioned.

Part 2

[evilminji]

I just Literally Galaxy Brained :D???

Oh? My? God?

So here I am, on a Star Wars kick, when I Ponder my beloved Danny Phantom. As ya do! Who? I wonder? Could I mix into the star wars universe?

WHEN IT HITS ME.

You know who LOVES kids? Just... will Burn Down Planets for this kid they literally JUST met? Mandolorians. Know where you can find a SHIT ton of those, genetically? The GAR!

Those are CLONES, baby! WE got a Clone! She's feisty and adorable! Smol! Bites! Got them big ol tooka eyes and itty bitty hands! Likes to fly, explore, and fight! She's BASICALLY born for this!

Tell me they would collectively look at this tiny feral child, with her poofy lil hair and chubby cheeks, fangy lil grin and biting tendcy, and go "is BABY!" Come on, tell me. I'll call you a liar.

And you KNOW the Force and Ectoplasm are probably messy EXs. Dani could TOTALLY use they "why should you allow me in? .....because they're not the boss of you" argument to GREAT effect.

Here, Skywalker. Kenobi. Watch this mysterious child... foooooor.... uh, Reasons! Yes. I, the Force, definitely have valid reasons for doing this! I am NOT just being a petty bitch! #SoundsLegit

But? Gasp! The child is a Cadet?! A BABY Clone! Of WHO? A legendary warrior king, from what context they can gather. Made by his enemy. Sent to kill him. Forgiven then adopted. Ooooh, lots of life lessons there. Clone rights and forgiveness and such.

But more IMPORTANTLY, to the GAR?

BABY CLONE! Is BABY!!!

We are ALL Buir now! All of us. Biggest family in the galaxy. Dani is cool with it, congrats New Fenton's! On the Be-Fenton-ing! Tremble in FEAR, scrubs! It's OUR HOUSE NOW!! Mwahahahaha! *cackles from her perch on top of a table*

But... wait... what is that glowing stuff that you're getting low on?

Oh? This? New beloved Highly Unhinged Jedi Friends and Clone Dads? Oh it's just my LIFE SAVING MEDICINE that I NEED TO LIVE that I never told you about! :D

*horrified silence*

*PANIC*

It's okay. It's OKAY! Everybody STOP SCREAMING! W-well just reverse engineer... *machine makes the equivalent of a Dunno noise* FUCK! Okay! New plan! Dani, sweetie, lil warrior, what do you remember about your medicine? What does it DO, exactly?

Unstable clone.

Okay! Okay, that's a start! THEY are stable clones. Right? Right!

.........r-right? Are... are they SURE? Cause, I mean, it's ONE thing when it's just THEIR health on the line... but when it's their YOUNGLING? Their lil tooka Dani? Their ade? Are they SURE? How sure. Bet HER life on it sure?

....no. No they are not. They don't trust the long necks NEARLY that much. Time do do a DEEP deep scan. Best they can find. They got to make SURE. Boba might be the only STABLE clone... assuming the sleemo even told the truth about that.

And? They LEARN some stuff.

Like about the chip in their head's. Supposedly an "inhibitor chip". Sends Skywalker into a karking rage, cause that looks a whole lot like a slave chip to HIM. Dani says they can CHECK. Then doesn't wait for an answer as she sticks her HAND into someone's head to just... pluck it out. Hand it over to be sliced.

Dani, sweetie, c-can you do that for the rest of us? Sure!

But! The race is ON. To either figure out how to contact the original, stabilize Dani, or synthesize Ectoplasm in a universe that DOES NOT HAVE IT. All while unknowingly? Absolutely Fenton CURB STOMPING Ancient Sith Plans into oblivion.

As is the Fenton Way.

This IS The Way~☆

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @the-witchhunter @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation @legitimatesatanspawn @lolottes @spidori

[yanderecrazysie]

Crimson Crown (Yandere Azul)

Title: Crimson Crown

Pairings: Yandere! Azul Ashengrotto x F! Reader

AU: My Fantasy AU

WARNINGS: yandere themes, murder, swearing

Note: Please do not ask for a part 2. This is a standalone. 

It all started at the annual Drowned Waltz. 

You were the black sheep of your family, always playing with magic and learning new spells despite your father’s outspoken distaste of such things. It was common knowledge that, despite you being the older twin and destined for the throne, that your sister, Lenna, was much more suited for the role of queen.

But tonight, you would be the most important member of your family. Men would swarm you, asking for a dance, hoping to catch the future queen’s eye and be wed to you someday. You had your pick of Octanivelle’s best.

You could hardly wait.

Your maid tightened your corset until you could barely breathe, then pulled your dress over your head. It was a poofy, gaudy thing- one you’d normally never wear, but for tonight, you would make an exception. At the very least, it matched the silvery tail that took the place of your legs.

A pearl necklace was placed around your neck as the finishing touch, before the maid started on your hair. Minutes later, your hair was braided beautifully and makeup applied flawlessly. 

“Thank you,” you said to the maid, checking yourself out in the mirror. Everything had to be perfect.

The poofy dress matched your pink, fish-like tail’s shimmering scales. You tried to smooth the dress a little- it was so constricting and uncomfortable- but it did no good. Anyways, tonight was not about comfort.

“Your Highness, it’s time,” the voice of a royal guard reached your ears. You exhaled softly and opened the door. 

His voice seemed more clipped and formal than usual. As the two of you glided down the hallway, you considered asking him why, but you arrived at the grand hall too quickly for you to gather up the courage.

The grand hall was filled with merpeople. From the ceiling hung chandeliers with bewitched fire flickering on the candles. Different colored jellyfish floated up to the ceiling, casting spotlights from between their tentacles.

As expected, everyone turned to you as you walked in. For a moment, there was silence, then the merpeople erupted into applause. You curtsied and glided over to your father, head held high.

Lenna, your younger twin sister, floated near the far wall, graceful as always, light blonde hair perfectly braided, and her sapphire tail far more striking than your own muted pink scales. But tonight, it didn’t matter that Lenna was far better than you in nearly every way. She could glimmer all she wanted- she was merely a royal accessory tonight.

Tonight, you were the crown jewel.

“Your Highness,” a deep voice called out to you. You turned to face a tall, handsome man with dark hair. 

“Hello,” you said coolly.

He smiled, “May I have the honor of having the first dance with you?” You recognized him as a businessman, a very successful one at that.

“You may.”

The crowd parted as you and the stranger made your way to the center. Music began to play and the two of you began to dance. He was only the first- many men clamored to ask for your attention as soon as the song was over. You danced and danced, wondering with each man if he’d be the one you’d spend the rest of your life with.

Finally, the king called for attention. You drifted away from your current partner and looked up at your father. He looked frailer than ever before, standing over the balcony while gripping it tightly to stand.

“Now, as you all know, I have not much time left on Wonderland,” the crowd let out sad sounds, “But I worried about our future too much to leave it as it is.”

Suddenly, you had a bad feeling about where this was going.

“I spoke to the priest and he advised me that ‘the eldest sibling does not matter in the case of twins’. Therefore, I do not have to choose (Y/n) as the next queen.”

The silence was deafening. Your heart was beating so loudly that you were sure everyone could hear it.

“Lenna will be our next queen!”

Your world was falling apart. You wished the ground would swallow you up so that you would not see your sister’s smug grin nor the way the crowd rushed to surround her. No one seemed to care that you were breaking into pieces.

You turned and swam over to the wall, sliding down into a seated position and burying your face into your hands. No one cared enough to see you crying, they were too busy congratulating the new crown princess.

The music started back up, drowning out your hiccupping sobs. You knew your father disliked your love for magic and that Lenna was more traditionally princess-y… but for him to drop this on you?

It felt like a betrayal from the only family member you had even the slightest love for.

“May I have this dance?” came a smooth voice.

Slowly, you took your hands off your undoubtedly puffy face and looked up. A man with white hair and beautiful eyes held out his hand to you. His face showed no pity for you, just simple interest.

“I think you may have just arrived,” you said, forcing the sadness out of your voice, “You’re looking for my sister, Lenna.”

“No, I don’t think I am,” he replied with a small laugh. You put your hand in his and allowed him to pull you to your feet, “You’re the princess who likes magic, correct?”

Your eyes lit up, “Y-yes, I love magic. I’ve learned nearly every spell in the books I have.”

“Well, I have just the thing for you then,” he smiled, “Jade, please fetch the spellbook.”

You watched as a mer-eel swam out of the grand hall, sharp-toothed grin on his lips. You were confused, excited, and still miserable.

“May I have this dance?” he asked once more.

You peeked at your sister, surrounded by men, and nodded. You didn’t want to be alone.

The two of you danced through several songs, asking things about each other the whole time, until you felt as though you knew him very well. Azul Ashengrotto, owner of the Mostro Cafe chain. Why on earth he felt like giving you attention you couldn’t understand.

The clock struck midnight, signaling the end of the Drowned Waltz with its chimes. Azul gently raised your hand to his lips and laid a gentle kiss on the back. “It’s rare that I meet someone who doesn’t say something about my mer-form.”

“Huh?” you looked down at the black-and-purple tentacles, “Oh! I think octopi are cool.”

“Do you?” Azul sounded amused as he gently cupped your chin in one hand, “I think you’re even cooler than I imagined.” 

The mer-eel handed over a large black spellbook with a tattered cover. You took it, surprised by how heavy it was.

“I believe you’ll find some use in this,” Azul said with a smile, removing his hand from your face and turning to walk away, “And I believe we’ll be seeing each other very soon.”

“Goodbye,” you said with a wave.

As soon as he and the other guests left, you turned to glare at your father. To think that you had been looking for ways to magically heal him! How could he betray you like this?

You were distracted for too long- Lenna slammed her shoulder into yours and leered at you, “Poor baby, not even your own father thinks you’re good enough. How pathetic.”

You turned your lips up into a sneer, “Go fuck yourself.”

“I won’t need to- men are already lining up to f-”

You stormed past your sister, heading to the library. No one ever went there except you. It was your private room to practice magic or read, all alone- the way you liked it.

Slamming the library door in anger, you walked over to the nearest desk and placed the new spellbook on it. You opened it gently so that the tattered cover wouldn’t come off completely. 

Immediately, your excitement piqued. You had never seen any of these spells! This must be a more advanced spellbook! You flipped through the pages, not sure what to try first. 

A healing spell caught your eye. You ran to the window and grabbed a wilting flower’s pot. This would be your guinea pig.

You read through the spell instructions and were confused. It said to get something alive as well as injured. Shrugging it off, you grabbed a flower pot with a perfectly healthy flower. Then, you read the incantation, pointing your hand at the wilting flower.

Immediately, tendrils of red shot from your hand. One tendril encased the healthy flower, while the other swallowed up the wilting flower. In front of your eyes, the healthy flower slowly became wilty and the wilted flower began to perk up.

You swallowed heavily. Red magic… the magic forbidden by Wonderland entirely. It was no wonder it was forbidden. In order to heal the wilted flower it killed the healthy one. You reached a hand out and touched the petals of the once-blooming flower and it crumbled to dust.

Still, this was magic you hadn’t learned yet. What was the harm in learning the spells, as long as you never planned to use them on a person? 

Inspired by this thought, you flipped the book open to a random page. An explosive spell that seemed simple enough… 

A half hour passed with you experimenting with spells. You were so engrossed in the book that you didn’t notice the red, transparent figure forming next to you.

“I see you like my spells,” an echo-y voice said.

You jumped and spun around, “A-Azul?”

“Don’t look so afraid,” he chuckled, “I’m here to help you.”

Hours went by as Azul showed you how to use red magic. You improved with practice and with each spell, Azul seemed to grow clearer and less transparent.

“You’re a natural,” he purred, “Much more talented than your sister.”

You stiffened at the mention of Lenna, your fists clenching. Lenna the perfect princess. Lenna who could do no wrong. Yet, Azul wasn’t praising her.

He was praising you.

“You’re right,” you said slowly, “Lenna could never do this.”

Azul’s lips curled into a smirk, “No, she couldn’t.”

He leaned in close to your ear and in a deep whisper he asked, “Do you want to see something special?

“Special?” 

“Come with me.”

His hand seized your wrist and he pulled you through the open window. The two of you swam up to the shore, changing into your human forms. Azul whispered a levitation spell and the two of you floated to the top of a watchtower. 

“What-” Azul placed a hand over your mouth, cutting you off. You looked at him questioningly.

He pointed to the other side of the tower, where Lenna stood with her back to you. Your smile turned into a grimace. Azul smiled down at you and said, with the utmost calm…

“Push her.”

You stared at him in shock. Push her? Push your sister? There was no way you could do that!

“Don’t you want your rightful spot as queen? Push her!”

Lenna didn’t seem to hear Azul’s voice, but you knew she would be able to hear yours if you dared to speak.

You crept closer to Lenna, who remained with her back towards you. Could you really do it? Could you kill your sister?

“Do it,” Azul hissed, “Do it for us.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, before opening them again with determination. You shot forward, your hands landing on Lenna’s back. You pushed with all your might.

She had no time to react, plummeting to the ground below with a short, cut off scream. You heard the sound of her body hitting the ground below and knew that you would hear that splat in your head for the rest of your life.

Azul’s arms wrapped around you. “You did well.” He pulled you into a kiss and, despite your mixed feelings of what just transpired, you melted into it. 

—-------------------------

You watched as the royal guards lowered the second coffin into the grave. Your father had died, probably from the shock of learning the crown princess had died. 

A bittersweet ceremony would take place later. You would be crowned queen. It was all you ever wanted, especially with Azul by your side.

The more you used red magic, the clearer his form became. Soon, he was no longer transparent at all. He stood beside you at the funeral and, later, during your coronation.

“Finally,” he breathed, “You’re exactly where you belong.”

You touched the crown on your head with reverence. 

“You owe me,” Azul said suddenly, “You will choose me to be wed to.”

You blinked in surprise. Of course, you were already in love with Azul, but to get married? You weren’t sure you were ready for that.

Before you could protest, Azul’s hands curled around your shoulders, fingernails biting into your skin. “You belong to me. I made you queen, you will make me king.” His eyes were crazed, “I love you, you know.”

You looked down at your tail. He loved you? Did you really feel that strongly for him?

“Marry me or I’ll tell everyone how Lenna died,” Azul snapped. Then, as though he regretted saying that, he said softly, “It’s okay, I know you’re nervous. It’s normal to be nervous. But I’ll take such good care of you.”

You swallowed back your doubts and nodded. 

You loved him too, didn’t you?

Then why did it feel like you were selling your soul to the devil?

[marzipanandminutiae]

Ranking My Childhood Barbies: Mid-Millennial Edition

I was born in 1993, near a turning point in Barbie styles- from the enormous sparkly eyes and poofy skirts of the 1980s and 1990s to the sleek, sophisticated look of the early 2000s. I was also VERY MUCH not a Barbie kid in the classic sense- I did not have a passion for fashion until I discovered fashion pre-1918 as a teenager. My heart sang for American Girl dolls and every princess and nominally historical fashion doll it could find. If the Haunted Beauty line had dropped in 2001, I would have lost my 8-year-old mind. Which means my nostalgia may be a little to the side of everyone else's, so join me for a walk down memory lane as I rank every non-Disney fashion doll I owned in my childhood. Because I'm 32 and still not over dolls. also bored.

(I'm including release years, but most of these I had a year or longer after they came out)

13. Vols Cheerleader Barbie (1999)

I grew up just outside of Nashville and I won this as a family Easter egg hunt prize when I was...like 7, I think? I knew the prize was a doll. I did not know it was a Sports Doll. My disappointment was immeasurable and my Easter was ruined.

12. Ruffle Fun Barbie (1994)

She was my reward for being toilet trained when I was 2 or 3, and I am told I selected her myself. What tiny Marzi was thinking, I will never know. But she was the first, and that counts for something.

(the "fun" was that the ruffle could go on the neckline or the hem of her dress. truly minutes of mind-blowing play, there)

11. Barbie Sweet treats (1998)

She wasn't a princess or a historical lady, and that lost her Many Points. But she came with fun tiny accessories- I thiiiiink you were supposed to use her "cake molds" as cookie cutters and there was a recipe? I never did, though -and had a very pretty face. Not ideal, but not the worst either.

When I was diagnosed with tourette syndrome at age 7, I remarked that the electrodes they stuck on my head looked like "Barbie spoons." I meant the spoons from this set. Somehow that's a bit emotional to think about.

10. Hula Hair Barbie (1996)

Why did I want this Barbie? DID I want this Barbie? How did she enter my life? No idea. Maybe she always existed at the bottom of the plastic bin in my closet, legs splayed and missing her tinsel skirt, never getting played with. She had pretty hair, which I did like, and at least had a dress-type outfit?

9. Olympic Skater Barbie (1997)

Definitely Not Tara Lipinski Barbie! I loved her extra articulation and sparkly costume. Short skirts lost points for me, but she was An Athlete. She had to be safe on the ice. Babby Marzi understood and respected this. (Also there was a Ken. I did not want the Ken. I had zero Kens, actually. Make of that what you will.)

8. Jewelry Fun- My First Barbie (1996)

Now we're getting into the heavy hitters. Long hair? Check. Pink dress with gauzy off-shoulder sleeves? Check. CROWN (that I could never make stay on)? Big Check. She was not my first- Ruffle Fun Nighmarescape up there took that prize -but she was an early favorite. However, short dress and molded-on shoes? Come on. Amateur hour, Barbie!

7. Princess Barbie (1997)

Yes, she was a princess. But I only got her because my friend had her and I was following the crowd. I called her Purple Princess Barbie for years, and really wasn't overly fond of her. Something about the obvious lipstick and very tanned skin + platinum hair on an obviously white doll made me think of a teacher or a news anchor. Not a princess at all.

"I only got her because Maddy had her," I thought. "that was dumb. I should have gotten a doll I wanted on my own." And a valuable lesson was learned that day.

6. Crystal Jubilee Barbie (1999)

My grandma got her for me as a New Millennium holiday gift, and I thought she was the meanest-looking doll I'd ever seen (until Bratz came along). She was beautiful, yes, but it was the cold beauty of an iceberg or a diamond. She reminded me of Meredith in the Parent trap. I could see her marrying some poor little girl's daddy and getting her shipped off to boarding school. My friend Kiyo genuinely convinced me that this doll was out to kill me in my sleep, and only my other dolls were protecting me from such a horrible fate.

...but like, pretty dress and prettier tiara. Also in hindsight, her face isn't even that mean. Come on, babby me!

5. Butterfly Princess Barbie (1994)

the magnetic rose wand made the sparkly butterflies on her huge also sparkly ball gown flutter

are you not enchanted

4. teen Skipper Fashion Party (2000)

"why is a modern fashion doll so high on the list?"

oh ye of little knowledge. this was not teen Skipper Fashion Party. this...was Nikki

I first saw this doll at a friend's house and I was ENAMORED. her knowing aquamarine eyes. her long, soft hair. her blend of sweetness and strength. Liberated from her Fashion Junji Ito outfit, she could be the perfect warrior priestess of the moon goddess, or a princess who rode dragons (and also had fancy ball gowns sometimes), or a sorceress deep in the mystical forest of the Fair Folk. She had PROMISE. So I got her at FAO Schwarz here in Boston while visiting my sister at college, and a doll love for the ages was born

...until I cut all her hair off and drew black eyeliner and lipstick on her in my 12-year-old Pop Punk phase. Oops.

3. Barbie Princess of the Nile (2001)

my only non-Disney fashion doll of color growning up, and I'm not proud of that, but in my defense I was scared of taking a doll that a little Black or Latina or Asian girl might need to feel Seen. (probably because my mother explained Black Barbies in catalogues as "for little Black girls to have dolls like them," meaning no harm by it). but I guess I figured there weren't any little Ancient Egyptian girls around, so it was fine

besides, Ancient Egypt was so cool! and she was so Shiny! and her hair was all tiny braids, like Brandy the Objectively Prettiest Cinderella! Historically accurate she was not, but she was close enough for me to fawn over.

2. Children's Collector Series Rapunzel Barbie (1997)

that bitch in the pink dress can step off. Movie or no movie, this is the superior Rapunzel Barbie. Fight me. Look at her sweet face. Look at her gown that shimmers as if made of moonlight. Look at her bold divergence from 1990s Barbie's All Pink Always color scheme. I saw this exact photo in a catalogue and fell madly in love. She is still at my parents' house. I still love her dearly. I still get annoyed that even other Millennials only remember the pink-dress movie-having Rapunzel Barbie.

the gold-tinsel-crossed undersleeves. I'll be in the corner sobbing with inexpressible joy.

Princess of Ireland Barbie (2002)

this is not a stock Princess of Ireland Barbie

this is MY Princess of Ireland Barbie (her name is Joan)

with the custom porcelain BJD I had made of her, because I ADORE PRINCESS OF IRELAND BARBIE

this doll was a revelation. for starters, I'd never had a pale white doll before. white Barbies always tended to be tanned, which I thought was kind of weird- my mom and sister weren't tanned. It made sense that my Esmeralda doll and Egyptian Barbie were tan-skinned, because I knew about pretty ladies with naturally dark skin, but not my many blue-eyed blonde Barbies. Joan had this amazing ivory skin, which contrasted gorgeously with her deep red hair and lips. I used to pretend she was actually made of ivory, with emerald eyes and ruby lips (ignore the doll logistics there)

also, cape???? she had a velvet cape??? C A P E. I loved that cape.

I didn't know what "Mackie Face" meant yet, but I loved her intelligent closed-mouth smile; she seemed to have a more interesting expression than the then-common toothy Barbie grin

Joan was the star of my childhood Barbies, and she still has a hold on me even now- with her crown fallen off, her shoes missing, and glue leaking through her rooting holes and making her hair all gummy

[munsonfamilyband]

(Not) Getting Married Today

I posted about this idea I had based on the song Getting Married Today from the 2018 London cast of Company last week and I finally had the motivation to write it up.

This is going to actually be a submission for @stmarchmm for day 14: second chance romance (and sort of day 24: arranged marriage/bond of convenience).

As this is also a songfic, it may help to look at the lyrics and/or listen to the song especially since the vibe of the song is pretty consistent with Steve's emotional state for most of this fic.

Bless this day Pinnacle of Joy Boy unites with boy The heart leaps up to behold This golden day

The singing echoed out from the church hall into the "bridal suite". Just calling it that almost made Steve laugh. The "suite" was just a back room that had been repurposed for him to get ready before his wedding. It smelled like moth balls and the chair he was sitting in was barely better than a folding metal one. It's all so sad that he would laugh if it weren't for two important details.

His mother was currently standing directly behind him, pinning his hair into place. And, more importantly:

He's barely avoiding a full blown panic attack (which is being held back by his mother's oppressive presence and his heart breaking).

The conflicting emotions on his face must have shown somewhat, because his mother stopped what she was doing suddenly and placed the hair pins in her hand on the table in front of Steve. She then carefully leaned in to press her cheek to Steve's in a half-decent attempt at compassion.

"I know you're nervous, so was I on my wedding day. But when you get to the end of that aisle all the nerves will fall away and all you'll have to do is say 'I do' to Paul and then you two can live your lives together. Today is for you, Stevie. Paul is going to cherish and keep you, forever."

Steve gave her a small smile that even he could tell was barely more than a grimace. He knew she was trying to be comforting but all he could focus on was his panic. He needed to be alone, and soon, or he was going to lose it. "Thanks, mom. I'm sure I'll be fine once the ceremony starts."

She gave him a smile and a quick kiss to the cheek before straightening up and resuming her work on his hair.

Thankfully, she finished quickly and pinned his veil in place before stepping back and helping him stand to go over to the standing mirror that had been brought in. His mother was practically beaming at him from her reflection but Steve could hardly recognize himself.

His mother had insisted that he just had to follow the current trends for omega wedding fashion so he's in a dress with too much lace and sleeves that are too puffy. It has a high collar made of, of course, more lace and he lost count of the number of layers in the skirt. Sure, the dress is nice and it fits him well but it's definitely not what he had pictured for his wedding day. At least he was able to convince his mom to let him pick the veil and hairpiece. So, instead of the giant poofy veil and tiara his mother wanted, he was wearing a simple veil with a thin lace trim and a simple flower crown that El had made from fabric flowers. Even his scent had been smothered in perfumes courtesy of his mother. Her joy was only grating on his already fraying nerves with every second, so he forced his best smile and made eye contact with her in the mirror. "Thanks for helping me get ready. Do you think you could go check on everything out there and give me a bit to myself?"

She smiled somehow wider and gave his shoulders a squeeze. "Of course, sweetie. Your father will come get you when it's time to go. I'll see you out there." And with one last kiss to his cheek, she was leaving and shutting the door behind her.

A beat.

A deep breath.

And Steve was rushing over to lock the door, pressing his back against it as if angry Russians were going to try to break it down. He took two gasping breaths before he was off, pacing the small jail cell room.

"Okay, Steve, you can do this. You can go out there and get married. You asked for this." As he paced, he caught his own gaze in the standing mirror and he stopped, staring at himself. Could he really do this? Sure, he agreed to it but only because of, well...

Following the Spring Break from Hell in '86 Steve found himself in a whirlwind relationship with one Eddie Munson.

Steve from before the Upside Down could have never imagined the future Steve was now experiencing but that Steve was an idiot. Eddie is everything he had ever wanted in a mate but could never quite put in words.

He's kind to a fault, cares about his family with his whole self, and he truly understands Steve in a way that no one but Robin ever had. Not to mention he was gorgeous and he smelled like heaven - campfire smoke and fresh cut grass with bits of cinnamon and pine. The first time Steve realized his nest had taken on scents other than his, and how well they meshed with his own lilac, lemongrass, sage and summer rain, he didn't stop purring for hours.

Everything was perfect for once in his life. The Upside Down was gone, everyone was back in Hawkins and closer than ever, and he was well on the way to courting with his dream alpha. But then, his heat was late.

Steve tried not to panic, it didn't mean he was pregnant. His doctor had said that going off suppressants and the sudden lack of stress in his life could mess with his schedule. But then it didn't come after a week. Then two weeks. And halfway to three weeks, Eddie asked about his heat and Steve broke down crying.

Once Eddie calmed Steve down enough, he called Robin and told her they would be picking her up. Eddie drove them to the pharmacy, bought a couple pregnancy tests - and ran into Joyce while there who said to try one now and then again the next week in case it's a false result - and picked Robin up on the way back to Steve's house. They both sat with him for the 10 minutes and then they both held him when nothing turned blue. And sure enough his heat came a few days later, which he spent at Eddie's place.

Unfortunately, when Steve got back a few days later he walked into the house only to be confronted by both of his parents standing next to the dining room table. And on top of that table was the remnants of the pregnancy test packaging.

It was a screaming match between him and his parents, his father red in the face and his mother sobbing loudly. It only ended when his father scruffed him and dragged him to his room, locking Steve inside. As he banged on his door, screaming for his dad to let him out, he heard the front door slam and a car leaving the driveway.

His father never did tell him what he did that day, though Steve had his own ideas. He tried to not linger on those ideas, they just made it harder.

After that day, Eddie stopped contacting Steve completely. The one time Steve tried to call him his father stole the phone before he could even get a full word out.

He got sick after that, and it only got better when his mother finally agreed to let him see Robin, but the message was clear to both of them. The only way Robin would be allowed to see Steve was if neither of them mentioned Eddie.

Slowly he got better, but the rejection sickness never fully went away. His mother kept trying to set him up with people and he kept refusing until 1991, when the loneliness and desire for a family won out over the betrayal. He agreed to meet someone.

And now he was supposed to be marrying him. By all meanings of the word, Paul was an excellent alpha. He was gentle if sometimes too quiet, handsome even if he didn't have the big brown eyes in Steve's dreams, and he smelled nice enough but in the end it came down to the fact that he deserved more than Steve.

Maybe he could go out there and just say, "Pardon me, is everybody here? Because if everybody's here, I want to thank you all for coming to wedding, I'd appreciate your going even more. I mean, you must have lots of better things to do, and not a word of this to Paul, remember Paul, you know, the man I'm gonna marry, but I'm not, because I wouldn't ruin anyone as wonderful as he is, but I thank you all for the gifts and the flowers, thank you all, now it's back to the showers, don't tell Paul but I'm not getting married today-" He cut off with a gasp for air, having just worked himself to near hyperventilation.

Just as he was about to try the little speech again he heard the music from the church again followed by a knock on the door.

"Steven, it's time to go," his father's voice came from the other side of the door.

Steve took one last look in the mirror and took a deep breath, pushing his shoulder back and stabilizing himself. "I'm coming." As he unlocked and opened the door, he could have sworn he caught a whiff of pine and cinnamon before it was gone.

Bless this day Opposite of joy Boy gets yoked to boy The heart sinks down and feels dead This dreadful day

Steve felt like he was watching from outside of his body as he was escorted down the aisle by his father and he lifted the veil over Steve's head, only coming back to himself when Robin stepped up to take his bouquet with a sad smile and a quick squeeze of his hand.

Steve returned the smile and turned to face Paul. Paul looked so happy and it just made Steve feel worse but it was as if his feet had turned to lead and his mouth had been cemented shut. He barely heard the vicar speaking but as Paul started his vows he tried to focus except he suddenly caught that same scent again. He could feel someone staring at him and he had to just take a quick look, just to convince himself he's imagining things. It'll be fast, just a scan of the pews and he'll be able to get back to his weddi-

Halfway through his scan, Steve felt the world stop rotating. He was there. Eddie was there, at the very back of the church.

He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest and just staring directly at Steve. He looked, well, he looked good. His hair was still the same, long wild curls, but it looked healthier and he had grown a beard. He was wearing all an all black suit and he skipped the tie, instead leaving the top few buttons of the dress shirt undone.

Steve could have sworn he wasn't even breathing, just making eye contact with Eddie for the first time in 6 years. He looked so different but Steve still felt the exact same feelings surging up to the surface, almost dizzy with it and-

"Steve."

He blinked rapidly and turned to face Paul who had just whispered his name and quickly realized that he was supposed to say his vows. Almost without his control, Steve glanced back at Eddie, noticing that he had stopped leaning against the back wall, his arms no longer crossed over his chest.

"I'm not getting married," Steve whispered, not even aware he had said it outloud until Paul called his name again.

The world started spinning again and Steve remembered where he was, what was happening. He made eye contact with his parents, glanced back at Robin, then turned to Paul fully.

Steve whispered a quick, "I'm so sorry," to Paul before he turned to the gathered crowd. "Thank you all for coming but I'm not getting married today. Listen, everybody, look, I don't know what you're waiting for, a wedding, what's a wedding? A prehistoric ritual where everybody promises fidelity forever, which is followed by a honeymoon, where suddenly he'll realize he's saddled with a nut, and wanna kill me like he should-" The crowd gasps, but all Steve notices is Eddie taking a single slow step forward. "So listen, thanks a bunch but I'm not getting married. Go have brunch, but I'm not getting married. You've been grand, but I'm not getting married. Don't just stand there I'm not getting married today!" Steve did recognize that he's seemingly falling apart at the altar, but no one was moving and he needed them to understand.

"Go, can't you go? Why is nobody listening? Goodbye, go and cry at some other person's wake. If you're quick, for a kick, you could pick up a christening, but please, on my knees, there's a human life at stake! Listen everybody, I'm afraid you didn't hear, or do you want to see a crazy person fall apart in front of you, it isn't only Paul who may be ruining his life! I'm not well, so I'm not getting married." At that point Steve was pulling pins from his own hair and just tossing them to the floor, desperate to get the veil off his head. "You've been swell, but I'm not getting married. Clear the hall 'cause I'm not getting married. Thank you all, but I'm not getting married. Look, you know I adore you all but why watch me die when I'm only being nice? So take back the cake, burn the shoes, and boil the rice." He finally got his veil free and threw it aside, quickly followed by the shoes he kicked off before moving on to the too tight collar of the dress.

"Look I think I'm gonna faint, so if you wanna see me faint, I'll do it happily, but wouldn't it be funnier to go and watch a funeral? So thank you all for the twenty seven dinner plates, and thirty seven salad bowls, and forty seven picture frames and fifty seven candleholders, but I'm not getting married!" With a gasp he finally gets the buttons undone on the collar. "See? I'm not getting married. No, I'm not getting married today."

When he finishes he's breathing heavily, chest heaving with each breath as he looks around the room. He sees Eddie starting to walk toward him just as people start standing and shouting in the pews, slowing him down. Steve makes eye contact with his dad who is nearly purple with rage and quickly averts his attention to Paul, grabbing one of his hands in two of his own.

"Paul, I'm so sorry to do this, but I can't marry you. You deserve someone who truly can love you, but that isn't me. I wish I could explain it all to you now but I need to run before my father gets to me."

Paul stares back at him and Steve watches some kind of understanding flash across his face. "Go, I'll try to slow him down. Whatever you're looking for, I hope you find it."

Steve grabbed Paul's hand tight in his, "Thank you thank you thank you. Hopefully we can talk at some point so I can explain everything." With one last squeeze of Paul's hand, Steve pivots and starts to run, grabbing his skirts in one hand and Robin's hand in the other.

They crash through the side door of the church into a side hallway and Robin takes the lead, guiding them through the back halls to an exit door and suddenly Steve is gasping in the fresh air, feet stinging as he steps on the concrete.

"I can't believe you actually did that! Steve! What was that back there, I thought you were okay with marrying Paul, what change-" Robin's nervous rambling was cut off sharply by a new voice and a wave of smoke and cinnamon.

"Stevie?"

Steve had been bent at the waist, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath but that one word had him standing up so quickly he nearly fell over, only staying upright by Robin grabbing his arm.

But there was Eddie, only a few feet away. His eyes big and brown, his hair ruffling with the light breeze, and god, had Steve missed him so much.

"Eddie. It's really you." That got Eddie to crack a smile, his dimple popping up on his cheek. They seemed to be moving together like magnets, slow steps toward each other until they were breathing the same air.

"Hi, sweetheart. I've missed you."

Steve didn't even bother responding, he just jumped at Eddie, finally able to kiss his alpha for the first time in years. And with that one kiss, being back in Eddie's arms once again, Steve felt his broken heart finally weave itself back together.

Eddie drove the three of them to get all of Steve's important things and then Wendy's. A few months later they get married in a small ceremony and Steve gets to wear the dress of his dreams. They have all of their chosen family present and they eat cake and dance barefoot. The Steve of a few months prior couldn't see a future this full of joy.

And there it is! Hopefully it's coherent, this kind of exploded out of my brain. I also want to make sure everyone knows that Steve did meet up with Paul a couple weeks after the wedding the didn't happen. They sat down and Steve explained the whole history with his parents and Eddie, then Paul gets to meet Eddie and after some awkwardness and hurt feelings they ended up being friends. Paul does go to Steve and Eddie's wedding reception (he said it was too soon to go to the ceremony which Steve fully understood) and a couple years down the road, the Munson's get to attend Paul's wedding to a sweet girl who is a much better match for him.

I did want to include some visuals for Steve's two wedding dresses because I have very specific vibes in mind for both.

This one is almost identical to how I picture the one he's wearing for most of the fic, the only difference is the veil/headpiece are the pictures on the right.

THIS DRESS!! This is what he wears for his and Eddie's wedding, except it doesn't have the higher neckline. Steve's just has the ruffles as the neckline (anything above the red line in the image to the right is gone in Steve's dress).

[plussizefantasia]

CozyTober Day 10: Unsanctioned Halloween Party

Tony Stark x wife!reader, with a healthy dose of Iron dad thrown in

WC: 1.1k

a/n: This one kind of got away from me and I left the end kinda open in case I want to come back someday but I like how it turned out. Reblog if you liked it and Day 11 should be out in a little bit (i'm working on it as we speak)!

You used to think that couples' costumes were cheesy and unoriginal. Then you started dating Tony, who could sell a hair dryer to a bald man and suddenly you were wearing couple’s costumes every year. You two had gotten to the point that you felt the need to one-up your own costumes every year because literally nobody else was on your level. This Halloween you had gone to the ‘Stark Spook Spectular’ together as Beetlejuice and Lydia, you in the poofy red dress and Tony in the classic black and white suit and crazy wig.

You had partied the night away with your friends, danced, drank, and did some truly epic karaoke. When the clock struck 1:00 am you bid your goodbyes and had a car drive the two of you to your brownstone home a couple blocks away. 

“Wonder what Pete’s up to?” Tony spoke into your hair as the two of you leaned into each other in the backseat.

“He said he was gonna go to Ned’s and watch some scary movies while eating his body weight in candy.” You think back to the conversation you had had with your non-quite son earlier that day when he had stopped by after school.

“Good. Normal kid stuff.” Tony replied pulling out his phone. He had a habit of doing that when the two of you were on the way home. He would check in on the security system from his phone, you supposed it was so he could be ready for any situation he might walk into.

You weren’t expecting his shout of “What the shit.” and the way he suddenly sat up and more-or-less launched you up into the air. 

His small mutter of apology was quickly overshadowed by Tony shoving his phone in your face, the live feed of your living room displayed on the screen.

There, in plain view of the camera was Peter Parker, frantically trying to keep the nearly 200 hundred teenagers that filled your house from destroying the place. It would be adorable the way he threw coasters down and pushed shoes off your coffee table if you weren’t so pissed that the kid had thrown a party in your absence.

It wasn’t long before you turned the corner onto your street and could see and hear the damage for yourself. Lights strobed out of your windows and you could hear the music that was blaring even in the car with the windows rolled up and down the street. 

The car slowed to a stop in front of your house and you jumped out of the back, not even waiting until the wheels stopped rolling. Tony paid the driver and raced after you entering the front door only seconds after you did.

The music while appropriately themed for a Halloween was about 15 dB too loud and drowned out whatever your husband was trying to tell you.

You wove through the throngs of teens, glaring at any who dared to make eye contact with you and tried to make your way to the access panel in the kitchen. The only physical interface for FRIDAY is on the first floor. A few buttons later the music stopped. 

Shouts of confusion and anger were heard but none really registered in your mind. A frantic Spider-boy slid around the corner and into view, his arms laden with empty bottles and glasses.

“Hey, who touched-” He stopped. His face drained of color and he froze right where he was. 

You cocked your hip out and put on your strongest don’t you dare face. You ran your tongue across your front teeth and tsked at him which was enough to startle him from the “freeze” state he had succumbed to.

‘Mr and Mrs. Stark!” You didn’t even notice Tony was standing behind you, his own dad-face activated and in full force. “I-I can explain.”

“Don’t.” You put your hand up. “Even bother.”

You took the deepest breath in the history of deep breaths. “If you do not live here you have ten seconds to get out.” Nobody moved. 

“Ten. Nine.” Tony started counting behind you and every single person in the house jumped into motion. 

Teens spilled out into your front yard and you’re even sure you say some start to climb out of windows, too afraid that they would still be within the walls when Iron Man reached zero.

You waited for the house to empty, dead-eyeing kids as they walked past you, before turning back to a pale-looking Peter. Still standing in the same spot and with arms still full of trash. 

“Here is what is going to happen. We-” you motion at Tony and yourself “are going to go upstairs and change out of our costumes. You are going to clean however much you can during that time and then we are going to talk about this.” 

“Don’t leave, I know where you live.” Tony tossed his way before ushering you up the stairs and into your room. He helped you unzip your dress and you took his wig off for him.

“Is it bad that I’m kind of happy?” He spoke up.

“Only if it’s bad that I am too.” You responded. “Why are you happy?” You ask him.

“I just get so worried about the kid, I mean he’s so smart and he’s got the whole world on his shoulders. I just wish he’d loosed up sometimes.” Tony spoke with a rare vulnerability in his voice. “What about you?” he asked back, “Why are you happy.”

“Well, I know that we’re not his parents, I know that. But it’s kinda nice to have these normal moments ya know? It feels like tonight, we’re not owners of a multi-billion dollar cooperation and celebrities and spies and superheroes and all of the million things we are every other day. It just feels like we’re Mr. and Mrs. Stark, and our son has just thrown an illicit party while we were gone and it’s all just so very… normal.” 

During your rant, you slowly walked across the room so that you were standing behind Tony. You wrapped your arms around his middle and rested your forehead on his back. 

“I think-” you paused, “I think it’s okay that we’re happy, as long as we don’t tell Peter.”

Tony’s frame shook as he laughed and you could feel the slight tension he was carrying bleed out of him.

“We better get down there, kid’s probably freaking himself out way more than we ever could.”  Tony moved you in front of him and kissed you softly. “Ready to go be the most normal non-parent parents in the world?” 

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.” You nodded and said deadpanned. Breaking moments after into a small fit of giggles that had your husband smiling at you with love in his eyes.

[everestgale]

I decided to draw some of my favorite voice designs made by other people, and right now, the victim is Cold by @disarraydoodlez! I'm obsessed with his long hair and poofy feather-sleeves, love him dearly, please check out the original design here!

...but also

It's a staple in his wardrobe.

[thebitsandblurbs]

Just You & Me

Prompt: FemFilipina!Reader x Jack Abbot - The Part 2 to "Just You"

Warning: Depression, Trauma, Mental Breakdown, Amputation

Author's Note: "Just You" Part 2 Boogaloo- here we go folks

An arm. A whole fucking arm gone like that.

They had tried to save it- building bone from scratch, supporting it with metal and pins but infection. It spread like wildfire.

For a day, you refused the surgery but when it got to intense and you could barely anchor yourself to reality, it was time.

You understood the how, but you couldn't bear with the why. Why couldn't they save it? Why couldn't they have tried harder? Why did you have to go out on that day of all days? Why did it have to be you?

Sore fingers find their way to the rugged incision along the side of your head. Along with the severe trauma to your arm, your head had hit the wall far too hard for anyone's liking. The brain bleed was substantial, and Jack feared you wouldn't have woken up.

The first few days he spent at your bedside, just staring. He wasn't able to breathe until he saw you move. Eating was second thought- hell, Robby had to get him to shower at some point.

The door opens, and Jack peers in. His hair is messy, a little poofy from the humidity. He has some flowers for you- tulips this time. "Hey, I- uh- wanted to check in on you." The old flowers were tossed into the trash. "How are you feeling?"

Your left hand shakes as you give him a thumbs up. Even that slight movement had you exhausted.

"Yea, I feel that," he pulls up a chair, "how's speech going?"

Blue eyes bore into your's, and that was it. You haven't spoken since you woke up, and when you did, it was gibberish. It took you several moment to comprehend what he had asked before you gave him another thumbs up.

You wanted to tell him that you wanted to do more than just sit in an hospital. To be outside, to see people. You wanted to be reminded that you were than just a incacitated person in a bed. To be so close to fresh air, but held from it- it wad maddening.

Suddenly your chest felt tight, tears welled up in your eyes. That frustration- the one that's been growing since you woke up- its tight finally broke. Like your body, your mind gave way.

Your fist curl, knuckles digging into the hospital bedding. Head low, eyes touch, lips pressed tightly- a faint whimper barely emanates.

"Y/N, hey- no. Don't-" Jack climbed into your bed, wrapping his entire body in your's as you curl in on yourself. "Please, please. We'll be okay- just you and me, okay? It's just you and me."

Part 1: Just You

[krashlite]

BigB concepts!

as always, design notes under the cut ehehe

Animal: Deer

FACE/HEAD

the lower part of his face/head is a little narrower than the upper part to try and match the head shape of a deer

^^^ same reason for his nose and mouth being lower on his face

that being said, this is a bit of a wonky head shape so I had his hair and beard even out his silhouette a little

his half mustache(?) is meant to look like the lil markings deer typically have around their nose

I gave him some cornrows in the shape of antlers! They're bleached but not toned because I thought the brassier color looked a bit closer to actual antlers (but might mess with them being lighter)

his facial cues are a bit different! He usually only moves one part of his face at a time (so Just his eyes or Just his eyebrows or Just his mouth). His pupils are where most of his expression comes from

similar thing with his ears! Except with his ears being expressive, I thought it would be fun to give him a series of "how?? are you doing that??" traits that are subtle, but definitely there. Most people can't consciously move their ears, but in an animated or cartoonish setting it's not something you notice right away

BODY TYPE

smaller torso, slightly wider abdomen. I wanted him to have smaller limbs in comparison to his body (again for that deer imagery) so him having a liiiittle bit of a tummy hopefully accomplishes this

his joints are a little more exaggerated on his knees, wrists, and ankles (but this isn't seen that often)

much smaller hands in comparison to other characters to try and match hoof proportions

does have a bit of a longer neck but this isn't seen as much

CLOTHES

Business casual except it's been shifted slightly to the left so it's odd, but not off-putting. On paper he has the most normal outfit of the people around him, but he's done it in the most confusing way possible

his button-up has these really poofy sleeves that don't match the size of the shirt so it doesn't bunch up under his vest like you'd expect it to

cookie button!

one of his socks is folded down?? This is something he intentionally did????

he has capris and the zipper? fly? is off-center

his jeans also don't actually have pockets, it's the fake pockets that a lot of women's jeans have

his shoes are shaped in a way that he can do pointe- was originally just going to have him walk on his toes (because hooves are technically toes) but I think this is funnier because when and why did he learn this and how is he able to do it so casually

also at first glance he's wearing dress shoes but they're closer to sandals

his watch isn't a watch at all, it's a compass with clock markings (I may or may not have pulled this from one piece). Someone asks him for directions and he checks the time or they ask for the time and he checks his watch and shrugs

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Anne is busy checking her taxes when she felt two pairs of hands playing with her hair

Anne: Girls, my hair is not a stress toy!

Marcy and Sasha: It’s so poofy!

Anne: I’m doing taxes!

She knows tax season is stressful for them but it's distracting when they play with her hair while she's trying to do hers

[frogemeat]

Wow, I haven’t posted anything in like, forever, but here’s a questionable sketch of Mafia!Stan.

I was inspired by @babyblankyerror ‘s Mafia Stan fic which you should 100% check out!! The long hair is from me lol I love Stan with long poofy hair! Stan being a mafia boss who’s trying to connect with the twins and being really awkward at it despite being this big scary guy is absolutely adorable.