#so i guess it looks different on their faces lol

[flowrmoth]

tumblr decided to fuck with me today and post this while unfinished 2 TIMES. like okay girl I'm working on it jeez ✋🙄 tumblr sub!ellie enjoyer #confirmed.

this was supposed to be a short blurb but as usual i got carried away cus it was too fun to write lol. sub!ellie has been plaguing my mind I'M SICK (ovulating), enjoy. also @hypnagogics thank u tvin for the idea and encouragement

warnings: smutty smut smut, bottom sub!ellie yum, praise, use of sex toy, written at like 1 am excuse any grammar mistakes

MDNI!!!

"What the fuck are those?"

A mysterious black box sits in between your red-headed friend and you, perched on top of the couch you're both currently lounging on. You've been busy these past couple of days, to say the least, after discovering a certain shop on your patrol. The lone mall you came across outside of town was surely filled to the brim with supplies, you thought as you entered, exploring different stores and rooms when something bright colorful and caught your eye.

A neon pink sign reading "Lovehoney" flickered above a shop you've never seen before; it looked half-empty, with just a few lonely mannequins posing in the window, their bodies clad in nothing but mismatched, lacy underwear. Intriguing.

You swore you would only take one, maybe two...fuck it, three. Oh, but the rainbow one is so pretty. Whatever. You honestly did not know how it happened, but that day you carried home at least 5 sex toys. They were all different sizes, shapes, colors, intended for different purposes. Obviously, you picked up a stack of batteries you found behind a counter, hidden away behind some dirty magazines (you took those too), and a harness, just in case. Okay fine, some lingerie as well.

In that box, which your dear friend Ellie was looking at and referring to, were those exact sex toys. You try not to laugh as you look at her confused face, snickering at her question.

"Els, seriously? You don't know what these are?" you ask her, holding up a purple vibrator.

"Yes, seriously. I-I mean, I have a few guesses, but..." Ellie says, pink blush evident on her cheeks, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip in curiosity.

"What are they, hm?" you tease her, finding this a little too funny.

"...sex toys of some kind?"

"Bingo! Look how many I managed to snag, and they all work!" You happily say, gesturing at the bundle in front of you. Well, what else were you supposed to do in your free time? Of course you tested out every single one.

"They all...work?" she breathed out.

Shit, did you say that out-loud? You tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you look away, putting the toy back into the box. "Yeah... Yeah, they work...pretty well. I mean, don't worry! They're all thoroughly washed." Seriously?

A pause ensues and you think you fucked this up. Great, Ellie's gonna think you're a fucking weirdo now. Seriously, who shows their friend their sex toys? Weirdos probably, that's who.

Just before you were about to spew an array of apologies, your eyes suddenly snap to the girls hand as she slowly picks up a pink vibrator, a big, microphone shaped thing, and examines it, curious eyes flickering over the plastic. Okay, you're good. She doesn't hate you.

"I've never even fucking seen one of these. Jesus, how does— how does it work?" the cute furrow of her brows makes you smile as her hands spin the toy around, tracing the small buttons on the side.

"You're really asking me?"

Ellie scoffs, putting her hands up in defense. "What the fuck do I know? Just...never seen one before, so..."

God, she was cute, and clueless. You've never seen her this flustered, she even refuses to make eye contact.

You scoot closer to her, positioning your hands on her shaky ones as you place her finger on the 'ON' button.

"You press this and," she presses it lightly and the toy starts to buzz, which adorably startles her, "it does that, but here you can change the intensity. See?" You move her finger down, pushing it a couple of times to show her all of the different settings.

Hot, short breaths fan the side of your face and you can see in her gaze that she's intrigued, likely curious to what it would feel like. Before you catch yourself, you blurt out, "You can borrow it, ya know?"

Another pause.

"Sorry, I—"

"No, no, that's—"

Ellie sighs, furrowing her face as she feigns nonchalance, "I was gonna say it's not— you don't have to... I mean, I don't even fucking know how to use the thing, so... Like, the fuck do you even do with it, I don't—" she stops, looking at the pink toy again, "Whatever, just, yeah." She swiftly places it back in the box and scratches her neck, red cheeks and wide eyes.

Oh.

You think for a second.

Well, a friend would explain it to her; the placement, speed and all that. But, a very good friend would offer to show her, right? That's just what good, amazing friends do. Exactly. Definitely not because you've been absolutely dying to fuck her for months now, somehow always missing the chance to make a move. This was your in.

Fuck it.

"Uh, want me to show you?"

Beads of sweat gather at the nape of your neck, while sharp breaths brush against it in quick succession. Red hair tickles your cheek and your shoulder burns hot from the girl in front of you, her weak, warm body slumped on your chest.

"Oh, fu— fuck." Ellie rasps, her moans whiny and a bit shy as she gets used to the foreign feeling on her lower half.

Your hand sneaks its way under her shirt, quick fingers finding her pink, pebbled nipples, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. In the other hand, the pink vibrator buzzes softly against the girls clothed core as you hold it in place, slowly trailing it up and down.

"Feels good?" you whisper into her ear and she nods, more eager than ever.

"Y-yeah, yeah, feels good." she's breathy and fidgety, but most of all, wet.

Wet, wet, wet. Fucking soaked. So much so, that you can hear it, even with the toy pressed up against her damp boxers, the color turning a few shades darker.

So, you press a bit harder, just to see her squirm in your hold, her tattooed hand coming up to squeeze your bare thigh and legs spreading a bit farther apart.

"Holy shit, please—"

"Please what, hm?"

God, were you enjoying this. Seeing the girl who half of fucking Jackson was afraid of, melt like absolute putty in your hands. Hearing her moans and pleas, feeling her warm touch on your skin, it was almost enough to send you over the edge. You would've never guessed she was a beggar, though, that was a nice surprise.

You smile into her hair, kissing her shiny temple. "Please what? Use your words." And she barely returns a coherent moan back. You already got her falling apart and you just started.

Ellie squeezes your thigh once more, bucking up her shaky hips off of the couch, "Can I take them off? Please? Please, please, please." The tip of her nose nuzzles your neck, the slightest touch sending shivers down your spine. Her desperation only fuels you more.

You chuckle. Oh, you were gonna ruin her.

"Only good girls get what they want, are you a good girl, hm?"

The toy trails up and down, pausing just where she needs you the most before continuing its path to her aching hole. It pushes and prods until her pretty moans slip past her swollen lips, getting muffled in the skin of your neck. You stop, lifting up the buzzing vibrator, just to drop it down again when you see her writhe beneath you.

"Yes, fuck, I'm being good, I swear!" Ellie mutters out and you can hear the slight hesitation in her trembling voice, this not being her usual role in the bedroom. Only a few have made it to this stage, her usual strong and somewhat quiet demeanour showing a totally different side to her.

But this, this side she doesn't let out often. This was absolutely different than any other hook up she's ever had. Hell, even Ellie herself wouldn't have guessed this is where she would end up tonight — on her friends worn-down couch practically, no, full on begging to get properly fucked.

A soft kiss is placed on your neck, just below your ear, your skin tingling from the sudden contact. She follows it by placing a few more sloppy ones, quivering moans slipping out in between. This was some sort of Ellie's way of bribing you, telling you to just take off her sticky undergarments and let her feel everything, she's been good so far, right? She deserves her reward.

"Please—" Ellie whimpers, so softly, so desperately that you barely catch it. You figure she's had enough.

"You can take 'em off. Slowly." You steadily take the toy off of her, a translucent string of slick sticking to it as you lift it up.

Holy fuck.

She was absolutely killing you.

Ellie nods, inserting her clammy hands into the waistband of her black boxers, slowly and painfully sliding them down her trembling legs. She returns to her position, thighs open so wide she would be embarrassed if she wasn't so fucking turned on. You take this as an invitation to continue and you place the pink vibrator just above her sensitive bud, testing out if she's ready as you massage her skin.

"That's it, good girl. You're being so good for me right now. You ready?" Fuck, you're shaking just as much as her and you're not even the one being touched.

"I'm-I'm ready. Mhm!" Ellie's almost unintelligible, babbling into your neck as she cranes her head to see your hand working its magic as it inches down.

As per her request, you lower the toy on her clit, starting off with small circles as you let her get used to the intense feeling. Ellie groans out, relieved that you finally let her have it. Finally, she feels the full effect of the pink toy that's been teasing her for the past half an hour. She's surprised she even lasted that long.

"Fuuuuu— Feels so good. Don't stop, please! Don't stop, holy shit—"

The sounds that fill the room are obscene, dirty, so fucking filthy. Wet squelches, whiny groans and curses fill up your ears and you swear you can feel everything you're giving her, almost on the edge yourself.

The vibrator continues to buzz deliciously against her swollen clit as you run your hand down her heated body, occasionally stopping to grope at her pretty tits and feel her quiver and babble in your hold. You can sense that she's close, needing that one final push.

"You close, hm? You gonna be good and come for me?"

Ellie, as good as ever, nods at your questions, eager to finally feel her release. As much as she was impatient, she wouldn't have it any other way.

No one else but you.

Her hips rock against your hand as you match up her speed, her pace messy and faltering as she chases her long-awaited high. Her breathing picks up and she moans louder than before, so near her peak it's almost painful — almost like she's waiting for your much needed approval.

"You can come, baby." You nod, voice hushed as you watch her with blown out pupils.

And she does, she comes so hard she could swear she's in another dimension. The orgasm hits Ellie hard and fast, her moans chocked up and high-pitched, plump lips open and brows creased — you could come just from the sight. Her weak hands grip your own, pale knuckles turning a shade lighter from the tight hold she has on you.

You, of course, talk her through it. "Good girl. My good girl. You did so well, you know that?"

After a string of curses and a couple of seconds later, Ellie comes down from her high, instinctively closing her trembling thighs around the vibrator placed between her legs and panting as she wipes the shiny sweat off her forehead.

"Holy fucking shit. That was— Fuck..." She pants, still meekly holding your thigh with one hand as she pushes the toy away from her, her aching pussy still overly sensitive for more. As much as you would love to overstimulate her, you decide to save that for another time, another lesson perhaps.

"Good? Bad? Never again?" You chuckle softly, feeling satisfied with yourself as you caress her auburn hair, weak fingers threading through her damp locks.

Ellie lets out a breathy laugh, "It was amazing, never felt anything like it. Shit."

A few moments of silence pass as you lay in each others arms, simply enjoying the presence of the other. Your sticky limbs tangled and your bodies sweaty as you match your breathing to Ellie's, cheek pressed on the top of her head.

"You know," you whisper in her ear, "you were being such a good girl, I'm up for some more..."

You were in for a long night.

[thebreakfastgenie]

#honestly it might help some of you to read bigoted ramblings#because so many of you waste a lot of time anxious and arguing about beliefs that these people don’t even have#if you’re going to be anxious anyway you might as well know what they’re actually saying @femalegothic

Yeah I originally included that qualification because of the timing of when I made this post, I didn't want people to assume I was validating the conservatives having meltdowns because people they hate didn't want to talk to them. But I think you're right.

Obviously there's a limit to it, there's a point at which it becomes unhealthy, and that point is different for everyone. But I have been worried for a while about the culture on tumblr that creates a belief that seeing even one bigoted post will trigger an intense meltdown in a marginalized person. I think the "I am actually shaking" and cry-typing posts of yesteryear were so popular because tumblr gave people the idea that that's how they were supposed to react. I think there's also an element of tumblr only being able to take bigotry seriously if it does a certain amount of tangible "harm," which on tumblr looks like provoking an extreme distress reaction in an individual. Bigotry does do harm, including to physical health, but it's generally cumulative exposure that does it. Most people are not going to fall apart if they see one bigoted post, and anyone who is needs to get help coping with it because it's an unfortunate part of the world we live in.

So in some ways you have to pretend this stuff just doesn't exist, except not really, because you still have to care about social justice. So you're supposed to feel righteous anger at theoretical bigots, without ever engaging on any level with the real ones.

These twin expectations create this paralyzing environment of fear. People are scared of things that are not actually happening. People are making up guys to be mad at and, I think more harmfully, afraid of. It's not pretending to be oppressed, a lot of these people face real oppression, they're just guessing at what that oppression looks like. There's absolutely no good in that! And sometimes the real bigotry is just so stupid that it's actually not as bad as what your anxious brain can conjure up. Sometimes it just takes the sting out of it to see what absurd things grown adults actually believe.

And of course it's a cliche, but if you want to do something about it you have to know what you're fighting. It's a lot easier to combat bigotry if you know what people are actually saying and what they actually believe. Even if you're not going to convince the bigots, you need to know what arguments they're using to try to radicalize regular people so you can counter them.

So yeah it would do a lot of you some good to read the bigoted ramblings a little bit I was just trying to put forth the most basic possible baby step of readings things you disagree with because I wasn't sure how much tumblr could handle, lol.

I really think a lot of you need to read things you disagree with more. Not bigoted ramblings but just opinions you don't agree with. So many people on tumblr are terrified of seeing a take they don't like about their favorite show, let alone anything serious. I think it comes from a lack of confidence and security in your own opinions and that leaves you vulnerable to manipulation. Reading an opinion you don't agree with should help you articulate your own opinion and why you believe what you do, which strengthens your position.

[suempu]

caleb blurbs because this text has me twirling my hair

-> minor spoilers for his interactions, jealousy (is it really a surprise atp lol), he's a bit petty, typical yandere caleb -> no pronouns used for the reader, not proofread (scratches head)

<3

yeah you might think he’s some kind of mean hard dom 24/7 (and he’s definitely capable of that based on the situation) but first and foremost, all he wants is to good for you.

caleb’s always been a giver. he’s someone you’ve relied on ever since you were both young and he’d be damned if you ever stopped coming to him for help.

he wants to drink your tears, eat your skin, and live from each beat and pump of your heart. everything about you consumes him, you're his entire world— of course he'd do anything and everything for you.

from every miniscule muscle twitch of your face, he can read and dissect whatever you're feeling and thinking. he prides himself in knowing about your wants and needs.

so how would he feel when he finds you strolling around Linkon with what looks like if a bunny grew human legs. he feels a twitch in his eye.

or when he hears your heartfelt laughter in Meows Cafe with a suspicious looking man with platinum hair, who looks far too serious to be caught in such a cutesy place. his hand curls into a knuckle, eager to interrupt your outing where it not for the look of your face. and for the fact that he died.

it happens numerous times, different occasions of him spotting you in the most random locations. his squad member talking about a recent gallery of her favorite artist, caleb's about to tell her off about work until he catches the sight of your figure on the photo of her phone.

caleb's shaking his head with a frown. he's gone. he's been dead for a year... and he finds out you've been frolicking the fields with these men. holding hands with these people as if his fake body wasn't buried deep into the ground of the cemetery you visit each week.

post homecoming wings, he's crashing the party no matter the place and time. he keeps up the charming and boyish, childhood best friend act and tries to compete with the others. he does not give a fuck, he'll do what it takes to make you realize that he's much more capable than your replacements.

"oh, and who might this be?" his smile is so shiny and bright as if his chest isn't bubbling with anger. caleb traps you with a side hug, arms resting against your shoulder. "don't remember you introducing this face to me yet, sweets."

you'd have to drag him away after that, nagging when you get home that he couldn't just try and intimidate every person he sees you hang out with.

he's crossing his arms, watching you pace around your apartment with a sour look on your face. he only smiles condescendingly.

"come on, they aren't even all that. its not that big of a deal, pip. if he can't handle it then.... i guess he's just not good for you."

he's gonna downplay shit while wearing the most trustworthy smile ever and you're not stupid enough to believe half of the stuff he's saying, leading to squabbles.

but if caleb's being honest... he loves that you're fighting back. it reminds him of your childhood arguments and he's relishing in every moment he can spend with you.

he's too proud and sure that your rightful place is in his arms. he's not even worried that you're defying him. that's how big his head is, he's not even worried. (spoiler, he is very worried.)

"hey, come over to mine, i cooked your favorite ;)"

throughout the meal, he'll act like a mom chastising your boyfriends. always criticizing them, questioning their motives. you huff and puff, defending your... friends(?) with a determined look on your face.

caleb reaches a hand out and wipes the corner of your lip. "got a lil somethin' there, sweets." he murmurs before licking his finger off, maintaining eye contact. "they take care of you right?" he half chuckles— half scoffs. "bet they don't even know how you like your food prepared." "caleb..."

but no matter, he'll let you spread your wings, run around with these boys to god knows where. he'll cement his place in your life, being with you ever since you've been kids, and the heavens will have to drag his bones to get him away from you.

you'll understand soon enough that in the end— its always and only going to be him.

[that-one-ostrich-friend]

I saw your post about still wanting requests, so here is one. Sirius Black and fem!reader with the prompt 7. “Have some fun for once!” and angst. They’re out of Hogwarts already. Reader is introverted and scared of what others will think if she does something that puts attention on her, even the smallest things. When Sirius and their other friends want to do something one day, she’s inclined to say no to. And then he says the prompt and it actually hurts her because she knows that she should be more fun (of course she doesn’t need to be, but she feels like it). And then fluff. They’re not a couple yet, but Sirius is in love with her and she also with him

Fun

sirius black x reader - fun

word count: 1.5k

summary: y/n already struggles with feeling like she isn’t/can’t have fun so when a certain someone pressures her, she breaks down

warnings: allusions to social anxiety

a/n: since i have chronic social anxiety and depression…this was based on an interaction i’ve had with a past bf before i had meds lol

     The flat was dimly lit when Sirius Black knocked on the door. He rocked on his heels, hands in his pockets, trying to shake the jittery excitement coursing through him. Sirius wasn’t one for nerves—confidence practically radiated off him—but this was different. It wasn’t just another party tonight. It was an opportunity to convince her to step out of her comfort zone.

     Y/N opened the door after a moment, her eyes widening at the sight of him. She looked as she always did—quietly beautiful, her gaze gentle but guarded, like she wasn’t sure if she should invite him in or continue standing in the doorway.

     “Evening,” Sirius said, his trademark grin spreading across his face. He leaned casually against the doorframe, though inside, his heart was doing an impatient drumbeat.

     “Sirius,” Y/N greeted softly, her voice just above a whisper. “What… brings you here?”

     “Well, I was just in the neighborhood,” Sirius began, clearly lying, “and I thought, you know, maybe I’d check in on my favorite recluse.”

     Her lips twitched at the corners—a tiny smile, but one that quickly faded as she stepped aside to let him in. Sirius strode into the small, cozy flat, glancing around at the stacks of books, the neatly arranged furniture, and the single cup of tea abandoned on the coffee table. It was so her. Warm, quiet, and comforting.

     “Let me guess,” he said, turning to face her. “You were planning to spend the night with that thrilling book, weren’t you?” He gestured toward the novel sitting on the armrest of the couch.

     Y/N crossed her arms, her gaze flickering to the book and then back to him. “Is that a problem?”

     “Not at all,” Sirius replied, though his grin widened. “But I’ve got a better idea.”

     She tilted her head, already wary. “What kind of idea?”

     “A party.”

     Her face fell immediately. “Oh.”

     “Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that,” Sirius said, stepping closer to her. “It’s going to be fun. James and Remus are coming, and so’s Lily. You’ll know people there. It’s not like I’m dragging you to some den of strangers.”

     Y/N hesitated, her fingers twisting the hem of her sweater. “I don’t know, Sirius…”

     “You don’t know?” He raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “What’s there to not know? You get dressed up, we go there, we have a laugh, and you get to see just how terrible James is at dancing. It’s a win-win!”

     “I just…” she started, then trailed off, her words faltering. “I’m not really good at… parties. Or crowds. Or… people.”

     Sirius sighed, though not unkindly. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and looked at her with those piercing gray eyes. “Y/N, you’re brilliant. You know that, right? You’re smart, you’re kind, and I swear you’re funny when you let yourself relax.”

     She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I just don’t think tonight’s the right night.”

     “Why not?”

     “I just…” Y/N fumbled for an excuse, her mind racing. “I’m tired. And I’ve got work in the morning. And—”

     “And nothing,” Sirius interrupted, his grin returning. “You’re always tired, you always have work, and yet you somehow manage to keep a perfectly tidy flat and read a hundred books a year. You’ve got time for this.”

     “Sirius—”

     “Have some fun for once!” he teased, throwing his hands up. “You can’t stay cooped up in here forever, you know.”

     That did it.

     The teasing lilt in his voice, the casual way he brushed off her hesitations—it hit a nerve she hadn’t realized was so raw. Y/N blinked, her throat tightening as her chest grew heavy. I’m trying, she thought, though the words didn’t come out right away.

     Her hands clenched at her sides as tears stung the corners of her eyes. She hated this. Hated how easily her emotions betrayed her. Hated how hard it was to just… be normal.

     Sirius noticed the shift immediately. His teasing smirk faded as he took a step closer to her, concern etched across his face.

     “Y/N?”

     “I’m trying,” she managed to say, her voice cracking slightly. She quickly turned her head, brushing away the tears that had escaped before he could see them.

     “Woah, woah—hey.” Sirius’s voice softened as he reached for her, his hands landing gently on her shoulders. “I was just joking. I didn’t mean it like that.”

     She didn’t respond, keeping her gaze fixed somewhere over his shoulder.

     “You’re fun,” he said earnestly, his grip tightening just slightly. “You know that, right? You’re so much fun.”

     Before she could protest, he pulled her into a hug.

     Sirius held her tightly, his arms wrapping around her in a comforting embrace. He felt her shoulders tremble, the weight of her sobs pressing against him, and he wished he could take it all away—every ounce of self-doubt, every bit of pain that made her feel so small.

     "I’m so sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity. "I didn’t mean to upset you. I shouldn’t have said that."

     His hand moved to the back of her head, gently holding her there as he whispered the words over and over again. "I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m really sorry."

     Y/N didn’t speak at first, the tears flowing freely now, staining his shirt. She wasn’t sure why the sudden vulnerability felt so heavy—why his words, meant in jest, had caused such an emotional response. Maybe it was the fact that she already felt invisible in the world, like she was always the one standing in the background, watching others live their lives. And now here was Sirius, someone she admired and trusted, someone who had been nothing but kind to her, inadvertently reminding her that she couldn’t just be a part of it all.

     The gentle, rhythmic pressure of his hand on her back was the only thing that kept her grounded as she let out a shaky breath. It felt both comforting and overwhelming, and as much as she wanted to pull away, part of her needed the closeness.

     Sirius pulled back just a little, enough to see her face. His hands gently cupped her cheeks, his thumb swiping across the dampness beneath her eyes. His gaze softened as he wiped the tears away, his heart aching at the sight of her so fragile, so open in front of him.

     "Hey," he whispered, his voice almost a soft rasp. "You don’t have to cry."

     She shook her head, not trusting her voice yet. Sirius gave her a small, understanding smile and let his hand fall to his side.

    "You know we don’t have to go to that party, right?" he said quietly, looking at her with such earnestness that she felt the weight of his words. "If you don’t want to, we won’t."

     Y/N glanced up at him, her eyes still red from crying but clearer now, as though she was coming back to herself. There was something in his gaze, something soft and patient, that made her believe him. He wouldn’t force her to go. He wouldn’t push her to do anything she didn’t want to do.

     She took a steadying breath, then nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "I... I want you to stay here. If you’re okay with that."

    Sirius’s heart swelled at her words, a warm feeling flooding through him. He smiled, a genuine, relieved smile that lit up his face. He reached up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

     "I would love that," he said, his voice full of affection. "I’ll stay as long as you want. We can do whatever you feel like doing—no crowds, no parties, just us."

     She met his gaze, a small but grateful smile tugging at her lips, and for the first time that evening, she felt a sense of calm settle over her.

     Sirius stepped back. "So, what do you say? You still up for tea and a good book, or is there something else you’d rather do?"

     Y/N wiped her face with the back of her hand, chuckling softly despite herself. "Tea sounds perfect."

     "Tea it is," Sirius said, his voice light and teasing once more, though the care behind it was unmistakable.

     As they moved toward the kitchen, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a weight lift off her shoulders. It wasn’t just about the party or the social expectations. It was about being seen, about having someone there who genuinely cared.

     Sirius may have teased her about stepping out of her comfort zone, but in that moment, she felt like she was exactly where she needed to be—with him, in her space, free to be herself.

[jesterberries]

thought i would draw my Other favorite fact from the Q&A bc i think it is so so funny

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[astranauticus]

Director of the False Last Act

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pages from trying to keep a little sketchbook-scrapbook type thing going for two weeks lol. I gave myself specific rules in hopes they might all end up more cohesive/consistent seeming, but alas, scribbly chaos reigns, it seems

[redgearsmovin]

movering

[unnonexistence]

ok there was a poll going around a while ago about whether you think your 5-year-old self would recognize you, and I'm curious:

[sysig]

maybe... snufmin of some description for requestober

Day 18 - They're gossiping about you

[hrzwrm]

absolutely nothing behind the eyes <3

[slavhew]

orange

[skitskatdacat63]

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[liquidstar]

wanted to post the royals and co. as a set for reference, though the only new things here are the king+queen and koe's updated design :p also most of them didn't get little infoboxes so those will be a first under the cut here ^_^

Name: Andromeda (Andy)

Name origin: The Andromeda Galaxy, named for the mythical princess

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 20

Title: Heir apparent

Weapon: Flamberge (Same as her mom's)

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: She wants to go on adventures someday, and make a lot of friends, and be normal. So please drop the "Your highness" and call her Andy!

Name: Cepheus

Name origin: The constellation Cepheus, the king

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 54

Title: King

Weapon: Scepter

Ethos (Power): Authority (The ability to control people’s actions through his words, but not their minds)

Flaw power is based on: His controlling and paranoid nature

Notes: He prefers not to use his ability unless it seems necessary, but ends will justify the means.

Name: Cassiopeia

Name origin: The constellation Cassiopeia, the queen

Pronouns: She/her

Age: -

Title: Queen

Weapon: Flamberge

Ethos (Power): Alis (The ability to generate wings)

Flaw power is based on: Her overconfidence in her own abilities, ironically like a completely different winged mythological figure...

Notes: Before being the Queen, she was the Hero.

Name: Koeia/Koe

Name origin: The star Koeia, whose name literally means "Star"

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 20

Title: Maid/Andromeda's lady in waiting

Weapon: Twin Sickles

Ethos (Power): Blessing (She can make others more powerful through cheering them on)

Flaw power is based on: Her Obsequiousness

Notes: She assures you her devotion to the princess is strictly for non-homosexual reasons

Name: Perseus/Percy

Name origin: The constellation Perseus, the hero

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 21

Title: 1st Knight/Andromeda's personal guard

Weapon: Harpē sword

Ethos (Power): Divine swordstrike (An all-powerful swing of the sword with no limit)

Flaw power is based on: His incredible arrogance and show-offishness

Notes: He assures you that his showy devotion to the princess is as heterosexual as it seems. Also he's the cousin Io from Nova Stella

Name: Ursa

Name origin: Ursa major, the big dipper.

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 38

Title: Major

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): Bear-handed (Her claws are unbreakable and can slice through any material)

Flaw power is based on: Her hyper-diligence. Her ruthless devotion and adherence. Literally nothing could ever stand in her way.

Notes: She’s the mama bear of Kochab (Ursa minor) from the timber scouts

[quilleth]

Ok the CC is pretty!! I have a bit of a hard time with the triangle slider things, especially for the body shape but I like the variety of options! I also appreciate the built in name generator because i had no ideas for one xD

Anyway here's my rook Lilya Ingellvar :3

And i struggled to get close to how my Inquisitor looks compared to the screenshots of her from inquisition, but she's been through a lot of shit so it's ok she's not as cute xD And at least she can finally have floofy hair like was always meant to!