#so i need to redo his sheet

[bl4z3-qwer]

I will update this one day

(Spamton - Jevil)

– – – – – SCANGEL J. – – – – –

THE BIGGER AND BETTER!!

Though, he's still a little bit "shaky."

Cut his strings and let him free!

[shirogane-oushirou]

weekday outfits VS. couch lounging weekend outfits

some outfits ehe i want to lounge w him so so badly right neow....

i recently got some new shirts and i had to try them in my mom's closet bc i don't have any mirrors right now kJNADSKJ, and while i was in there i took a good look at myself and realized i REALLY wanted to do a proper body size / shape / height comparison pic, both as practice and bc i wanted to really see how much shorter ren would be to me :3

He Is No Longer 5'7". I Have Officially Stolen 4 Inches From Him. RIP Taller Skinny Ren.

[capricioussun]

Oh yeah meant to say in the tags but forgor: even tho Void can't actually cry very easily, whenever he's experiencing strong negative emotions that aren't anger, his markings look fairly similar to tear stains or running makeup

[morb1dcan1d]

I think this design will stick for a while,, I hope so at least

Ref sheet version below:

[cannedbabs]

Rbti rewrite post :] (was gonna be more but I’ve had an eventful day.. will say later ofc)

Closeup of KCB, some more evolution of lore, and my day below cut!

((If I had the choice to redo this bug piece it would be to turn off his glowy eyes. Plot reasons. Also sorry I only ever post sketches, I fear if I do more it’ll sap my energy to get content out at ALL so))

I will say the plot has been wavering a LOT! I’ve been talking with some of my irl friends (all of them have lovely story writing or creative backgrounds which is amazing) and so it’s being patched significantly. Still not 100% finished, that’s why I haven’t made an entire lore post yet!! There’s a lot of loose ends and placement that needs to be figured out. But I feel like it’s only appropriate to state some at least :] you guys have given me amazing feedback and showed interest and I can’t thank you enough!

The “big bad” has been juggled around. I do like BEV, her motives are a little grey and need to be strung together accurately and cohesively. I also don’t want a twist villain, as much as that’s amazing I am not trying to rewrite WIR. Turbo in himself is a “big bad”, always will be, he’s the worst of the worst and completely irredeemable, that’s why the writing is so hard. “How do you put in a big bad that has to contest with one of the worst characters of all time?”

My answer is to make BEV solely target Turbo, and in turn it’s a domino effect for everyone, but then that makes this rewrite a little more Turbo centric than I wanted ((granted it IS because of my bias, but even then I realize he is NOT the main character of the previous movie))

These are out loud thoughts tho!! Def the story is gonna take a route where it’s more Ralph vs(?) Vanellope, where they realize their goals don’t really align but are trying to keep it from the other person (kinda like RBTI actually! But not as ‘drama needs to get in the way to actually make an issue’). Ralph is gonna be taking BEV’s side and Vanellope will be taking Turbo’s side, at least that’s the concept for now!

Talking about my day will be super short. Basically I showed my friend group (who doesn’t have the turbo autism I do, but Turbo has become such a referenced joke in my group. Instead of saying ‘this is my hyperfixation’ we say ‘This is my turbo’) the entire 2hr analysis video (thank you Randomalistic :]) and they loved it! Sat through it all front to back!! And I’m having a sleep over w them tomorrow and having a DnD session yippee!! But that’s the only reason why I’m posting this and not accumulating more for a bigger post.

I AM planning on working on ref sheets and even stuff like a ref sheet for their chat bubbles since they’re all different :] idk this became a super long ramble post idk have some funny WIR-related Jack box things my friend group made you earned it

[spicyicetea]

So I got the new Pokemon DLC for Christmas and I’m on a big Pokemon kick currently so I’m going to give a gift to my fellow Pokémon lovers. Now I’m more well known for Yandere work but I also do love doing more soft romantic stuff. It heals my traumatised self. So I’ve decided to go through all Pokémon games I’ve played and write romantic and yandere sfw+slight Nsfw headcannons for every character I personally like. [No DLC content because I haven’t played any of them yet]. If there are any characters I haven’t done that anyone wants, either comment or request and I can add it onto this post. Merry late Christmas!

As mentioned before, these posts will contain NSFW topics like violence and sexual references, so if you’re triggered by these topic please be careful. The reader in this is also a Fem reader, I can redo this post for a Masc or GN reader if wanted but I’m writing it as Fem currently is just easiest for me. I don’t describe appearance like skin colour or hair but I do write the Y/N with a curvy figure in mind (I can’t help myself, I love thick thighs IM SORRY-)

Kanto

Red

Ah the original silent protagonist. I love this man so much, even more after his cameo is Sun and Moon. I’m not sure what it is about him but he has this strange allure to him, although I doubt that’s a unique opinion on silent characters. Anyway, onto the headcannons.

This is almost a given with the silent types but I feel like he is an amazing listener, only ever nodding to show he’s still listening or giving small “mhms”

You’re probably the only one he comfortably talks to other than Blue.

In public he likes holding your hand, he often communicates through squeezing your hand or fiddling with your fingers.

Psychic boyfriend No.1

This man can just tell what you need, when you need it. Whether it’s comfort cuddles after a bad day of for period troubles.

Speaking of period troubles, this man not only will buy you whatever you need, he’ll wash the sheets, run you a bath and let you use him as a personal heater.

Yandere + NSFW

This man doesn’t open up to people easily yet you made him fall apart.

You made him stutter, drop things and slip up in battles when you cheered for him, he’s whipped.

You were the only woman that’s ever caught his attention and you aren’t leaving him anytime soon.

So get used to him possessively having a hand on you at all times, glaring daggers at any other person you pay attention to.

He’s a very private person so isn’t one to leave marks on you openly, but he does take great pleasure in leaving dark marks on your thighs.

Speaking of thighs… he’s a giver, do what you want with that.

Blue

Ah the smug bastard rival, and I promise you… he’s still insufferable, but in a loving way.

Bullies you playfully. A day doesn’t go by where he doesn’t mess up your hair and trip you up.

But he loves you truly.

You could not have asked for a more cuddly man, I didn’t expect to have this headcannon but I imagine this man is very eager to stay cuddled up to you as much as possible.

Although he talks a lot and loves it when you compliment him, I also think he’s a good listener, but like I’m a hype man way.

He’ll sit by the bathroom door while you’re in the bath letting you vent about anything you want just egging you on. “Wow she sounds like a bitch-“

A man who loves PDA, it’s his favourite way of staking his claim on your beautiful self.

Yandere + NSFW

Has dated his fair share of girls, but he wants you so bad.

He will fight for you, no matter what. This man will abuse whatever position he has to impress you. A relative of the professor’s, ex Champion, and a gym leader. He will do whatever he can to have you.

He is incredibly touchy, the moment other people aren’t looking, his hands are under your shirt. Nibbling your neck and kissing your earlobes. Actually he’d do that even with people watching,

Although he’d be mighty mad if someone watched your gorgeous body, he might even hurt someone.

Brock

This man is underrated.

The most loveable family man you’ll ever meet.

He loves to cook for you. Everyday. Please let this man make you breakfast in bed.

In fact no, he wants you to cook with him. All romantic. His chest to your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ears while you chop up vegetables.

If you get along with his siblings, he will propose to you on the spot.

Very openly affectionate, but never goes further than a hug in public… ok maybe you can get a kiss on the cheek.

Yandere + NSFW

This man has a breeding kink… you can’t change my mind.

He wants a nice big family and the idea of you, heavy and round with his baby. Not to mention how your… other assets will change.

Will happily suffocate in your tits, and if you’re pregnant, he will help relieve any discomfort you have.

If another man hurt you in any way, he’s going to go… missing. He’d break a man in half over his knee for you, and his Onix is very strong.

Lance

Am I the only one who would smash? Yes? No? Alrighty-

He’s always hits me as a someone who likes spending time with his lover in silence.

Not opposed to PDA but gets worried about his fans potentially harassing you, let’s you borrow his dragonite to escort you between towns.

Away from the public and just with his friends (elite four mainly) he loves to have you by his side, often whispering things about his day to you, information he only shares with you.

Also a man who is very hot, like he’s warm constantly, will be the best snuggler when it’s cold.

Yandere + NSFW

Originally I thought this man would be rather… vanilla but I feel like he’d be into wax play. I can’t explain it, but I can picture him loving to spill wax all over your tits.

For the more yandere side of things, he’s the strongest dragon trainer in Kanto. He will use his influence to make himself your only option, not that you’d realise, he’s not an idiot.

Giovanni

BARK BARK BARK GRRR MAFIA DADDY-

Your relationship is hidden very well from most people, you don’t get to villain status with a clean record and no enemies.

Despite that, you love a life of luxury baby.

He loves nothing more than to pamper you. His beautiful girl sat on his lap, with her hair all done up and nails all pretty. Now that’s the life.

Yandere + NSFW

I think he has great Yandere potential.

You sat comfortably on his lap in his office, his hands trailing comfortably under your skirt.

He loves watching you squirm as his fingers traces tight circles- well that’s all you get for now.

As I mentioned before, I believe he’d default to yandere to be honest.

He would not hesitate to kidnap but I like the idea that he’d try and woo you first. Dinner dates… wine… murdering his competitors.

Yeah, he’d be a yandere.

Johto

(I’m ashamed to admit I’ve never played these ones so I have no significant opinion on any of the characters)

Hoenn

Steven

This is just a crow in a human form, mr I love shiny rocks (me fr fr)

His love language is most definitely gift giving. Your shared house is littered with crystals and shiny things he’s found over his travels.

He loves to press kisses all over your fingers, buying you as many rings as possible for you and him to match. If he buys himself a new ring you’re getting one too.

Loves showing you off to the elite four, and begs that his dad approves. Not that he needs his approval but it’d be awkward if he didn’t.

Yandere + NSFW

Possessive as fuck.

You ain’t getting away from him easily. He will track you down as long as he needs to before you calm down and quit running away.

Loves pampering you once you behave though.

He kisses up your legs to your thighs, such passionate loving words followed by the mantra of “dirty girl” and “slut”

Maxie

Ok all the villains just radiate Yandere energy- so they’re all gonna be pure yandere + NSFW warning

This man doesn’t have it in him to kidnap someone… oh wait that’s a lie.

When he met you that all changed

He needs you, he would hurt anyone to get you to himself.

He’d leave dark bites on your neck, massaging your hips to tangle you together.

Another man I think would be into wax play, also a corruption kink. (No I won’t elaborate)

Archie

Big brute of a man… he’s going to make you beg for his mercy.

He loves holding you in his lap, cradling you delicately while he peppers kisses along your neck.

Will bite you, this man is a shark and will leave slightly bloody bite marks all over your body.

This man eats pussy for breakfast, you will never not cum first, a truly good man.

He is far more eager to kill a man to prove his love for you than he should be.

Sinnoh

I’ll be honest I tried to but I’m tired and I’m just going to be writing Yandere and NSFW headcannons. I’m sorry people-

Barry

This boy is so happy to finally have met someone who loves him… you’re not allowed to leave, he’ll cry.

For some reason I see this mans as wanting a family… he wants to be a more present father than his own.

Not one to leave marks on you but will beg you to stay home so he can cuddle and pamper you all day.

When he eventually takes over the battle frontier (he so would you can’t tell em otherwise) he will use that position to “protect you”.

Cyrus

Ah yes, the cold emotionless man who falls for a sweet woman and kills all competition… I approve!

PDA? Who is that? The most you’ll get from him is his hand on your shoulder moment before he orders team galactic to handle someone who was making moves on you.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. You’re the only woman he could ever love.

He lays awkwardly in bed but melts when your head rests on his chest, that was when the yandere switch flipped and he locked you in his apartment.

At least the man lays some good pipe, also this man has a bondage kink cause I said so.

Unova

Elesa

You think that the world won’t notice the famous model and gym leader with a girl on her arm. You’re going to end up centre of the Unova news for the next month.

She loves this though, now everyone knows you belong to her, and anyone who ignores that will just get zapped.

Prepare to share clothes, and prepare for her to watch you undress, she can’t help herself.

The woman loves to zap you, just lightly though, you’ll live… and probably cum.

Emmett + Ingo

Yes you get both, these two are a package deal ok?

Now… prepare to never leave their sight.

They want you at every battle, cheering them on, cuddling with the Joltiks or napping in their office using their coats as blankets.

Now… ok these two are kinky. They just are-

Ingo is 100% a family man, big breeding kink.

I think Emmett is more, adventurous, bondage and impact play seems right in my opinion.

Love to… “threaten” to throw people on the tracks when they flirt with you.

N

Aww what a sweet little thing, come and give me a hug- now time to hide you away where no one can ever see you again!

Honestly, he probably fell for you after seeing your relationship with your Pokemon. Almost every Pokemon you see likes you.

He’s very possessive over you. It’s no secret that he was raised in an incredibly unhealthy way, so he can’t exactly discern between inappropriate and appropriate behaviour in pursuing his courtship with you.

Now onto more NSFW art themes, he 100% praises you constantly and makes sure you’re tended to first. Often ends up super pent up because he wants to take care of you but sometimes go so far and overstimulates you. Don’t worry, the aftercare is amazing though.

Ghetsis

. . . Bastard

I’m only including this mother fucker because he’s so evil he’d be one of the most extreme Yanderes out of all of them. And because if still smash because I’m sinful-

The moment he sees you and falls for you, you can bet you’re getting kidnapped, sorry you just are.

I would bet money that he is the most possessive out of all of them but, and hear me out, would also be kinda attentive?

I can totally picture him being cold and accidentally upsetting you only to spend the rest of the next day showering you on gifts.

You’d also be seen as a god to the rest of team plasma, so enjoy being worshipped.

Oh and NSFW… spanking, degrading and tying you up, enjoy

Colress

Ah yes, my adorable scientist that I think is a kinky motherfucker-

He would make a collar to track you when you leave his side, he isn’t too keen on the idea of locking you insider after all.

Wouldn’t kidnap you but would murder the competitors.

Anyway onto the kinks I think would suit him…

He’d 100% make different types of vibrators so he can cuff you to the bed and watch you squirm. Considered making you a ball gag but he gets off on your moans, that does mean he ends up edging you before fucking you himself.

Kalos

Lysandre

Sugar daddy

I could leave that like that but fine fine I’ll feed you horny bastards.

He parades you around more than any of the others, always making sure you’re wearing the finest clothes. Usually also wearing his jacket, he can’t stand gawkers staring. Admiring your beauty he can handle, but staring at his woman is punishable by a flamethrower.

You live the luxury life. Fancy bath soaps and massages. Cafe trips daily so he can make sure you’re eating well. Sex in the back of his car in secluded car parks when you’ve been misbehaving at dinner.

He’s a rough lover but amazing with aftercare, so there’s that.

Alola

Nanu

Dilf energy… and I’m hungry for it I’ll be honest.

So tired, but you give him energy. Energy to do crime to keep you to himself but still energy. But hey why argue, you get to cuddle his cats all day.

Also, if you’re a trainer that has cat Pokemon… he’d probably marry you. Proposal on sight. Already on one knee.

He isn’t very openly affectionate but as long as no one is around he’ll always have an arm around your waist. You’re well protected.

Another man that I believe would make sure you cum first every time. Just make sure you have a warm bath after for your back, he hits me as a rough lover.

Guzma

Oh you poor girl… not because he’s going to treat you bad but he’s obsessed.

You’re probably kidnapped by team skull but you had no idea it was a kidnapping, it was more of a scooby-doo chase.

Yeah you now have like 50 babies to care for but don’t worry, big sis Plumeria and your new husband will help you. What you don’t remember getting married? Oh silly, you belonged to him the moment your eyes met.

He’s very inexperienced with relationships so give him a little time to learn. He’s a fast learner in bed so he won’t leave you unsatisfied. Will pamper you anyway he can.

Oh and have mercy on this man… don’t wear his clothes, he can’t handle it.

Hisui

Volo

Little shit… he’s going to try and use anything he can to claim you.

Whether that be advances in front of people to scare them off and stake his claim over you.

He does have a decently good reputation so no one would expect him to be dangerous, so you’re kinda fucked, Cyllene would protect you if she needed to though.

He talks down to you all the time, you’re not his equal, you are his property in his eyes.

Adaman

This man is smitten. No more smooth and confident Adaman, this man is a stuttering mess.

He wants to marry you so badly, please let this man marry you… and then put a baby in you but marriage first.

This man gives you jewellery, clothes, helps you befriend Pokémon or catch them depending on which method you prefer.

Cuddler, he will snuggle and cuddle as long as you want, so what he has duties? His pretty little wife wants his attention and you will get it.

Irida

Had noooo idea how to handle her feelings. Probably started as a childish crush at first but it developed into something much more.

She wants to spend the rest of her life with you by her side.

Glares at everyone who speaks to you, even people from her clan. She’s very jealous very easily.

But she loves you, and will let you spend unsupervised time with some people she trusts… only her Wardens, although she doesn’t trust Ingo as much as she doesn’t know him as well, not with you at least.

Warden Ingo

Dilf energy again

His memory may be strange and shaky but he remembers how to treat a woman he loves. Remembers things Elesa told him and Emmet, although to him it’s more echos of voices he thinks he knows.

He loves cuddling up to you while watching the newly hatched sneasels learn how to live. Although this does awaken a want for family he forgot he had.

He isn’t the most trusting person, but he is a good judge of character… and has gotten into a fistfight with Volo when he hit on you. Blood was drawn.

He throws a good punch, but would never hurt you, he adores you, you make him feel good in a familiar way.

Anyway you freaks want NSFW- this man lives up in the mountains, them rough hands can do wonders. And he loves making you feel good, people pleaser but only for you.

Paldea

Arven

Aw what a sweet boy, who will strangle anyone who tries to take you from him.

This boy lost both his parents and nearly lost his best friend/dog… he is terrified he’ll lose you too.

He cooks he cleans and then makes sure to rub your back and give you love so you’ll love him back

Please give this boy some affection or the boys around you will pay the price of you don’t.

Professor Sada

Mommy?

This woman is feral, not only did she basically throw you over her shoulder when she met you but you never don’t have bite marks all over your skin. It’s her way of telling everyone your hers.

I feel she’d give more freedom than Turo, only if Robo Sada was with you for safety… and to break the arms of whoever looked at you the way she did.

Also this woman is a mosterous pussy devouring fiend, don’t argue, you know I’m right.

Professor Turo

Oh daddy Turo- criminally underrated daddy let alone Yandere daddy.

I feel like Turo most definitely would have kept you locked down in his lab with him, convincing you that you help him with his research. I mean… he isn’t wrong, you motivate him to keep going.

However girl has needs and he often get consumed by his work. It wasn’t until he caught you handling problems yourself on your shared bed that he decided robo Turo should take over his research a little bit more.

It’d be a shame if you fell in love with a toy he so kindly made for you than him himself.

Larry

Ah my favourite ordinary business man… I’m so normal about him.

He is very normal about you too, except the fact that he has pocketed any handkerchief you’ve used while eating with him.

Oh and many dates that are just trying new food, oh and bird watching.

Again, call me weird but I think this man wants a family, total breeding kink.

Also I feel like he likes a rather feminine woman, not in the frilly skirt way but in the way of “I don’t N E E D a man but I like you”. You like him, right?

Rika

M m mommy?

Dominatrix… owns a whip… bondage. ANYWAY-

Not above using their position as elite four to scare off competition and keeping you in line.

Oh don’t cry, you won’t escape anyways.

She only uses PDA to send a message to other women or men, “hands off”

Jacq

Teach me about biology bb-

ANYWAY… loves to discover new Pokémon with you.

Will happily teach you about your favourite Pokémon for your attention.

Please don’t look away, he’ll have a breakdown.

Miriam

Ah cute little nurse… she has access to so many dangerous drugs.

She will scream and cry if you choose someone else, don’t do it, she’s an ugly cryer.

She loves to give you “check ups” when no one is looking.

On a side note, don’t you know that orgasms are good for your health? You didn’t? Oh silly let Miriam help you out, her fingers can work wonders.

THIS TOOK FOREVER…

But it was worth it enjoy animals. I want to get more serious with Pokemon x reader writing so I hope some people enjoy this… I’m never doing this big of a post again… this was meant to be a Christmas post- way to many bloody tags to add :,)

[rallamajoop]

The Complete Guide to Eye Colour In Resident Evil 7

An addendum to my guide to eye colour in RE8: here's everyone from RE7 too! Getting close-ups of these was way harder than for RE8, because RE7 does not come with a model viewer, so I'm stuck using in-game screenshots and promotional images.

Once again, we'll start with the cheat-sheet version:

The whole Baker family: Blue (except when...) Mia: Brown (FOR NOW) Eveline: Green Alan: Hazel/green Deputy OneSceneWonder: Brown Chris: Hazel/brown (FOR NOW) Clancy, Andre and Peter: Brown Ethan: Still hazel

But it can never just be that simple, can it? So, further notes below.

The Baker Family

The Baker family all have blue-grey eyes. In fact, post-infection, they all have the exact same blue eyes (see top line in comparisons below). You could maybe put this down to genetics for Zoe and Lucas, but when Jack and Marguerite have the same eyes as each other too, that's when you start wondering just how many backwater-hillbilly-stereotypes are in play here.

Mind you, they do have slightly different eyes in the pre-mould flashback that is the Daughters DLC, which you can see in the second row above. All are brighter blues, pre-infection, and Jack gets smaller pupils while Lucas gets a slightly larger iris (Zoe gets nothing, as she's the viewpoint PC and we're not redoing her face if you're not going to see it). So maybe we can hope there's some genetic diversity in the Baker-clan (renders of their eyes in their actual faces also look a little more distinct, but maybe that's a lighting thing). Either way, the Bakers = blue eyes! Got it!

And then we meet Uncle Joe in the other DLC who... has hazel eyes?

IDEK, maybe Uncle Joe's real dad was a different mailman.

Once we get deeper into mould-monster territory though, things do get a little more interesting.

Both Marguerite and Lucas appear with much creepier whitened eyes later in the game ‒ Marguerite's during her boss-fight transformation. Lucas, however, remains steadfastly human-shaped throughout the main campaign, but his eyes are whitened in his video message to Ethan, and in his (pre-monstrous transformation) DLC appearances too. Jack, by contrast, doesn't seem to get new eye textures even after blowing off the top of his own head, or in the boss fight that follows (monster!Jack from the fight in the boat house has completely different eyes, of course, and more of them). Mia, too, has her own set of creepy-alternate-mould-monster-eyes, but they're completely different again.

So what's the internal logic here? I could speculate that Lucas' eyes-only transformation is a sign he's in control of himself in a way Jack and Marguerite aren't, but it doesn't quite add up. If anything, those eyes make more sense as something Lucas was given because we never see him transform like Marguerite, or blow pieces of himself away like Jack: Lucas may look human, but the eyes are there to remind us he's not. There'll always be some details that end up being more about effective storytelling than cohesive lore.

Interestingly, though they don't appear in the game, there are also promotional pics of all four members of the Baker family with glowing white/silver eyes, which are definitely a supernatural feature. It's tempting to try and associate the effect with Rose's glowing eyes from the Shadows of Rose DLC, or perhaps even the general pale-grey-eyes of Miranda and the Lords (more on both in my post on eyes in RE8). But that's territory that really needs its own post or we'll be here all day.

Clancy, Andre and Peter

These are the three ill-fated crew of the Sewer Gators tape you'll encounter early in the game. You may notice Peter (rightmost in the pic above) seems to have even more dilated pupils than the majority of the cast. Amusing as it might be to theorise that he's just on drugs or something, I think there is an explanation: the closest shot we see of his face (and the first shot of the tape) is a close-up into a camera while the team is outside in the dark. His pupils would naturally be dilated in this sort of environment.

So why aren't Andre's dilated too? Well, the closest look we get at his eyes (also pictured) are the final shot of the tape, where he's already dead, and his eyes are covered by a red film. Medical plausibility aside, dilated pupils presumably didn't add to the effect here, so Andre gets regular pupils.

Speaking of assets, there is actually one photo of the three of them in the game, from the pamphlet you can find in their van at the start. You can even almost make out Clancy's face!

Clancy's own eyes are their whole own kettle of worms, but we'll get to that below.

Chris Redfield

Is an odd one: I can't share an eye-texture asset for Chris, because he doesn't actually have a character model at all in the main RE7 title. And explaining that one is gonna take some context.

While RE8 renders nearly all cutscenes using in-game models, RE7 stores far more of its major cutscenes pre-rendered in .wmv format. The opening is pre-rendered, video messages from Mia and Lucas are pre-rendered ‒ even the big moment when Eveline blows out the windows of the tanker and throws Mia into the river is pre-rendered. Not all cutscenes work this way, but basically anything that would require loading a lot of assets that aren't needed in gameplay (eg. the view of the river and tanker for outside) seems to have been pre-rendered as a video instead.

And since Chris' only scene in all of RE7 is in the pre-rendered ending sequence, he doesn't have a model at all (or at least, I couldn't find it). We do see Chris in openings and endings of the Not a Hero DLC as well, and the End of Zoe ‒ but these too are just .wmv files, presumably for all the same reasons.

Now, obviously, Chris is also playable in the DLC, so he does have a character model there. But we still don't get eye textures for him for a couple of reasons: firstly, he wears a face-concealing mask that only comes off for opening/ending cutscenes. But even without it, we might just hit other weirdness surrounding player character models...

As I've already noted, both Chris and Mia get completely different new blue eyes in RE8, but back in RE7, Capcom seemed a little more aware that brown or hazel eyes were a real thing regular white people do have sometimes.

A note on player-character models

Although we mostly just see the hands of whoever we're playing as (usually Ethan), gameplay still uses a full-body model, presumably to aid in rendering dynamic shadows, and give enemies something to cover in blood. Things get weird around the character's head, which isn't actually visible so it can't get in the way of the camera floating inside it, but will still cast shadows and still has textures associated with it (though usually in much lower resolution than other models we'll actually get to see). There are three playable characters in RE7 proper: Ethan, Mia, and Clancy (from the video tapes) ‒ each with their own model and textures.

Ethan and Mia also have more detailed 3rd person models, since we see plenty of Mia playing as Ethan, and a little of Ethan playing as Mia (if only from behind).

Why does this matter? Well, distinct as the three PCs are otherwise, their player models all have the same eyes ‒ top row above shows Ethan, Mia and Clancy, in that order. And they look nothing like Ethan's and Mia's eyes have ever looked elsewhere, which you can see in the comparison below.

I mention this mostly because it's pretty easy to find Ethan's player-model in the game files, note those generic-hazel eye textures with it, and go, "hey, you got his eyes wrong!" But these aren't the same eyes that come with his higher-res texture, or the ones that were copied over into RE8. In fact, the existence of the player-character-default-eye-texture back in RE7 is one of the reasons why I do tend to take full-res Ethan's eyes as 'canon', even though we never see them in either game: someone took the time to repaint Ethan's eyes for his full-res model, and make them distinct from the low-res default used for everyone in 1st person mode. That at least suggests there was some real, intentional effort put into deciding what colour eyes Ethan was supposed to have.

This does leave poor Clancy in more ambiguous territory, however: as he's never seen by any other character, he has no high-res model, and thus no eyes but the default-hazel that Mia and Ethan are rendered with in that mode too. So is this to be taken as Clancy's official eye colour? It may as well be, I suppose. We see so little of Clancy in any form that I was genuinely surprised to find out his he's actually got a player model which is completely distinct from anyone else in the game, with curly greying hair, a neckbeard, and a baseball cap worn backwards.

Render by nightsatkendalls over on deviantart.

I do not have the skills to produce a render of this quality myself, but I can tell you that the cap he's wearing has the logo for the RE Engine on the front (the in-house game engine behind all the modern RE titles, and many other Capcom games).

You'll never see it in game, of course ‒ you'd need both a freecam mod and a mod to make his head visible. But it's there as a weird little easter-egg nonetheless.

Eveline

Eveline is perhaps the only character whose model may not have been updated at all for RE8, but given she's only a hallucination or ghost, that stands to reason. In RE7 though, she also appears as her aged 'grandma' self, who pops up around the house in her wheelchair looking spacey. Grandma-Eveline has two different eye texture assets ‒ one far more washed out than the other. There's next to no good official pictures of her, but fortunately, since she doesn't move around or attack you, she was one of the very few characters I was able to get a decent close-up shot off with the free camera mod. And inasmuch as you're ever in a position to look her in the eye in game, only the faded version of her eyes ever seems to show up. Is the clearer version actually used somewhere I didn't catch? I have no idea.

What really stands out about granny-Eveline's eyes, though, is that they don't look anything like her child-self's eyes do. Child-Eveline is basically the only character in either game with distinctly green eyes. But Granny's are hazel, and not even a particularly similar shade of hazel.

In fact, they look far more like the generic-default hazel of the player character textures than they do like her younger self. Close-up comparisons below.

You could speculate that it was deliberate that Granny-Eveline's eyes don't look anything like kid-Eveline's eyes to avoid tipping off the player that they're one and the same ‒ but realistically, no-one without free camera mods is ever going to get a good enough look at either of them to notice. And it's kind of a shame they didn't just take young-Eveline's eyes and apply the same kind of distortions they seem to have applied to the generic-hazel template to age them up ‒ that would've been a lovely, creepy little detail to find in these textures. But no, generic old hazel it is.

Then again, whatever the real logic at play, the fact Granny-Eveline's eyes are effectively a faded, distorted version of the very same eyes the player themselves never does get to see in the mirror is a pretty creepy idea itself. And intentional or not, that's what I've got to leave you with.

[valentine-cafe]

I wanna see some of your characters (*any* of your characters honestly, i'm not that picky and theyre all attractive anyway😍) and their first time bottoming for dom!top male reader because ive been going through that tag specifically and i would just love more of that typa content with your characterss

(Ps. Ive been reading your works for a while now and i gotta say im a huge fan)

. ˚◞♡ 𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆◞ ₊˚

𖹭. a selection of characters when you top them for the first time /top male!reader

꒰ EEE we’re so happy that you like our content! we wanted to write this with all the characters but who knows how long that would take us sobs - might redo this req in the future with even more! BUT YES MORE TOP MALE READER <3 . . . might have gone a bit wild with rishen 1311 ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ALESSIO 781 ꒱ is someone that people tend to forget is a switch. top-leaning, yes, but a switch no less. he’s gotta really trust you in order to let you take control though. but when you do? he makes you work for it. the first time you topped him was a late night in his apartment. both of you kissing and making out on the sofa after playing a few games. the last thing he expected was for you to actually fight him for dominance. it was thrilling - but what was even more thrilling was when you won.

admittedly he was a little nervous. it was so new. seeing the cocky merc now gripping onto your arms and looking at you with those glassy emerald eyes of his. “stop if I tell you to - okay?”

but oh he wouldn’t even dream of telling you to stop. he was squirming and creaming everywhere by the time you fucked the bratiness out of him. which took quite a bit in all honesty.

but when you had him there. pinned to his bed and pounding into him from behind. so that all he could do was cling onto the sheets and let out all sorts of noises of pleasure. his deep voice now pitched. whiney.

“a-amor - d-dios amoorcittooo,” he whines out as you milk another orgasm out of him. all while he whimpers for you to fill him up again. splutters about being a good boy for you. it’s like a complete switch up when you get him under you — and the poor thing cums like a fountain.

he wants you to manhandle him. to be rough. mean. put him in his place and make him feel vulnerable — because he let you. and he wants you to fuck him until he’s on a verge of tears. might as well make the most of it, yeah?

mercenary x reader, antihero x reader, enigma x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHIMA 781 ꒱ would be quite the surprise for you as well. one would think that someone of her demeanour is a top dom, right? she’s a switch — she can quickly flip between being the mommy making you hump her high heel or the pillow princess.

listen, she also needs some taking care of. especially with how hard she works. so when you offered to top for the first time she wasn’t too opposed. doesn’t mean she didn’t make you work for it a little.

she can be a brat too — but one who backs off immediately when they know they’ve met their match. needless to say, when you had her bouncing on your dick and digging her black nails down your shoulders and back, she had long since given in.

“f-fuck - fuck anh doll - please - please can’tcantt-” she’d bury her face into your neck to try and hide her noises. you’d have to stop her from rolling her hips down and trying to please you instead. murmuring to her ear about how tonight was about her.

you’d push her into the pillow eventually. letting her rest comfortably while you did the work. being mindful of how overstimulated she can get and making sure to eat her out nice and slowly when it was all over. all so she could gasp into the air about how perfect you were while clinging onto your hair and whimpering.

scientist x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN 209 ꒱ is another switch but god is this man a brat. he’s awful. riling you up in so many different ways because he wants to see just how far he can push you. because he’s in for it. whatever your kink is — so is his. he’ll go to the extremes and he wants to know just how far you go too.

so imagine his surprise when you pinned him over his examination table. pushing the dress he’d worn for work up and spanking his red-laced ass. how you tied his hands behind his back with his lab coat. pushing into him without a care and rutting his poor, bratty hole until he was creaming all over.

he’s sensitive. beyond sensitive. by the second climax he’d be whining for you. spluttering out apologies and trying to earn your favour. if only to grin at you all tiredly and splutter out a firm no when you asked if he was “really sorry?”

strap his wrists down to that examination table and make him fuck his hips back into you. make him work for it as he cries and whines to cum. because here's a beautiful thing about the scientist - he can’t make himself cum.

“p-please- por favor p-porr favv- hngh b-baby I - I’ll be good pleaseplease hnnhh need t-to cum so bad.”

be rough with him. force him to his knees and fuck his throat. he’ll look at you with pretty maroon eyes and beg even more. all so that you can ram him on your cock again and make him squirt until he’s seeing stars. make him feel helpless. make him feel like all he’s good for is clenching around your dick and cumming all over himself. he’ll love you for it.

mad scientist x reader, moth-mantis-spider monster x reader, yandere x reader, villain x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ HAITĀO 99484 ꒱ is a bottom who was more than thrilled to have you top. he did inform you of his scoliosis before hand, reminding you that while he did have quite the stamina as a reaper, to just not overdo it because of the pains in his back.

as such you’d make sure to lay him back nice and comfortably. your first time with him was rather slow and tender. mostly because you were a little afraid of hurting him.

he’s whiney. vocal. making sure that you know just how much he’s enjoying it. the way he keeps pressing desperate little kisses down your throat and stirring his hips up into you tells you that he wants you to feel just as good.

might at one point beg to take a break just so he can suck you off for a bit. he loves the feeling of your hand in his hair and gently guiding him. and his mouth? fuck it was heaven, he definitely knows what’s doing.

would eventually offer to ride you after. which you were a little hesitant about because of his condition — but he assured you that he’d be fine. so the night would drone on with your back against the headboard and arms hooked around you. kissing and whining into each other’s mouths as he bounces at the pace you set for him.

“s-s’good gege - gege,” he whines, creaming all over your abdomen again as he rocks his hips sloppily. “m-more please - please gege, promise I won’t break, please?”

grim reaper x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ YIZÉ 9948E ꒱ is another switch who really loves the rough treatment. he really likes the fighting for dominance. however, he might find himself in some conditions where he just wishes to be pampered and taken care of.

your first time topping was the former. he’s a mercenary and a reaper — he had you pinned and taking his dick first - if only for the tables to be turned before he even knew it. slammed into the sheets and forced to stay still as you snatched a pair of handcuffs he always seems to keep in his drawer.

oh he loved the way you took charge. how you degraded him. bit into his neck and shoulders. spanked and clawed and made his eyes roll back as you pounded him into his own sheets.

all so that he was drooling. all so that he could barely whine out your name. and when you’d slow - thinking he had enough?

why he’d grunt at you to keep going. maybe even call you a bit of a coward.

“wh-what? done? can’t fuck me right yeah?” would quickly turn into a series of gasps and sobs and - “s-sorryssooryy b-baby sorry I’m sorry nhhgfuck fuck! please!”

hes’s a loud one. that much you’d garner. until you fucked his mind numb and he was left to aimlessly cling to you. begging you not to stop. . . even if he blacked out. he’s a wild.

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN 1311 ꒱ is a switch who just yearns to be taken care of. he wants it rough yeah, he’ll fight you for it a bit. but you know what? someone of his stressful work life and always having to be the one in control. . . he really wants to let go for someone.

he wants you to take it from him though. he doesn’t want you to be gentle — he’ll tell you that too. tell you that he wanted you to claw, and bite and take.

so when you yanked him by the hair and pushed him up against his desk - making him stand on his high heels as you leaned him over edge. pressing into his front and shoving your tongue down his throat. . . oh he was in heaven. how you gripped at his jaw and made him keep eye contact with you. ordered him too.

how you shoved his panties off to his thighs and mocked him for the lace. he’d be whining for you before you even put it in.

don’t expect him to be so pliant though. he’s got quite the sharp tongue. maybe he just likes the thought of riling you up too.

“that all you got?” “fuck hurry up.” just to see how he gets to you. but that would all fade the moment you’re fucking up into him. forcing his leaning body to steady itself on those high heels that are stained with the number of times both of you have come.

he’ll rake his nails down your shoulders. try to hold his sounds until you’re yanking him by the hair and encouraging him. make him ride you while you sit on his chair. fuck him until he’s squirming and telling you its too much. because it’s never too much. you can tell each time you try with withdraw and he instead pushes his hips down and forces his ass flush against your dick. squirming.

“f-fuck me - fuckmeeplease dios lo n-necesito tanto.” ( “god please I need it so bad” )

he’ll let you take him back to his apartment to go at it again. fuck him into his sofa, his bed, anywhere you want. he’s all yours. always. and god is he touch-starved enough to keep reminding you of that. even when he’s all covered in your cum.

assassin x reader, spy x reader, admiral x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ DENARA 9819 ꒱ is a bottom who really wants to make you feel good and might tire herself out in the process. she’s so used to pressure and having to perform well so during your first time topping her you had to quite literally pin her down and tell her to stop. tell her that you were gonna take care of her. that she needs to relax and just let you fuck her the way she wants.

and oh once you got that out of the way she was all over you. denara is a freak. you got a kink? sure, she’ll try it out. her only request is that you fuck her dumb and drooling.

she was so loud when you took control and drove her into the sheets. admittedly she kept whining about wanting to ride you so eventually you let it happen. pulled her onto your lap and bounced her on your cock. didn’t even give her a smidge of control. watching as her tits bounced and her thighs jiggled as she whined for you.

“b-baby babybabyyy y-you’re sosooo mean angh- mnhhhhgg-”

she wants you to be mean though. wants you to pull at her hair. smack her. grab her. anything you want. all so that she can look at you with her black eyes all teary and her make-up all messy.

will probably beg to suck at your dick so give her that at least. you’ll end up fucking her throat anyway and making her cum untouched. if only to flip her onto her tummy again and fuck her until she’s drooling and whining.

she’ll probably hump at your thigh somewhere through the night when it’s all over. just desperate for more.

sorcerer x reader, healer x reader

[bunnylovescat]

Modern AU - Tax Time, or Gentleman in the Streets, Freak in the (Excel) Sheets

Lan Wangji is an IRS auditor, recently transferred to the city. He’s sent to audit Lotus Piers Shipping after a few red flags were raised in their tax filings, his first audit in this city. When he arrives, he finds absolute chaos and gets annoyed about how little organization there is and how long it takes the receptionist to find the documents he needs. And then when he finds out there’s evidence of embezzlement and fraud…

Let’s just say he and Wei Wuxian don’t have the best of all meetings. It gets even worse when Jiang Cheng jumps in and blows up about it all because hey don’t talk to my brother like that, and brother why are you so stupid to fuck up the taxes like that.

(This involves LWJ using increasingly specific tax statutes and IRS internal rulings and the Jiang boys are just like…. Dude… touch grass…)

So Lan Wangji tells them everything they need to redo and what documents they need before giving them notice that he’ll be back in 90 days to go back over everything and if things aren’t like they were represented to the government and/or there hasn’t been an amended return filed things will not go well.

Meanwhile, LWJ and WWX keep bumping into each other… or rather LWJ keeps seeing WWX whenever he goes out into the city. Co-op owned farmers market? WWX haggling with old grannies and flirting with everyone as Wen Ning and Wen Yuan follow around behind him. Soup kitchen volunteer? WWX is kept on coffee refill duty, with Granny Wen and Uncle Four keeping a close eye on him to make sure he stays there.

Eventually LWJ is like. Sir, stalking me will not help your case. And WWX loses it laughing. LWJ has no idea how to deal with it so he just. Leaves his shopping basket in the middle of the Aldi to sit in his car and contemplate all the life choices that lead him here.

(Lots of internal screaming about the situation. Hot man is bad at tax and adulting is not the situation LWJ ever thought he’d be attracted to but here we are.)

Eventually it comes out that WWX and JC are essentially rebuilding Lotus Pier from the ground up after a family tragedy burned everything down and killed the rest of the family. So basically one business major with only two years of experience and one community college drop out with loads of customer service experience are trying to make a come back, despite other big corporations trying to make a move into their business.

(Looking at you Golden Carp Transport. Lots of shady there, and yet…)

The Wens were also left homeless from the fire, a huge, sprawling family from the northern part of the city, so WWX has essentially brought all of his second family in to help work it.

LWJ has a lightbulb moment and is like o. I fucked up. Hot man is bad at tax, but good at people.

JC is surprised when the Tax Man Cometh again, this time barging in, dropping a giant, color coded, tabbed, highlighted, and very detailed binder on his desk at 6 am, and being like. Here’s all the deductions to take, credits to take, and btw a list of clientele that are stuck in with Golden Carp hint hint nudge nudge, new customers do I have to literally hit you over the head with this or do you get it

JC, after his initial gtfo of my office moment, is like. Wait. What did my brother do to make you do this? What dirt does he have on you? Because pretty sure blackmailing a government official is very very illegal and legalities have not stopped him before.

LWJ has an immediate oh fuck, I’m being perceived moment and is just like. Tell your brother I did this and I will make you the most miserable of all people. And just … fucks off.

JC just groans and is like. How does my brother find these people? And gets to work.

When the 90 days are up, a different Lan comes by all smiley and tells them their refilling has been accepted and very well done on it. Meanwhile, WWX, who has very much been ‘Notice me Senpai’ every time he sees LWJ is like. What?

And LX gives him an updated version of, why does my brother like you again? He’s risking his employment for this?

So ofc the next time WWX sees LWJ he’s just like. I like you, I love you even though you’re a numbers nerd, please come home with me. And LWJ vows to make JC miserable, but later, after he shows WWX that he’s a freak both in excel sheets and in the bed sheets.

(This would involve a lot of math and accounting puns that WWX spent hours at work looking up on Google and trying out on the Lotus Pier accountant, who is just like. Sir. I’m trying to close the month and reconcile, I can’t read your brothers handwriting is this a 5 or an 8, please take your bad stand up else where.)

[pinkaditty]

Could we have some after-sex headcannons with Rook and MC? I feel like he's the type of guy to bathe in the afterglow

okok anon i know it's been like ten thousand years since i received this ask but please know i never forgot abt you and i love you for submitting an ask <3

cw: mention of sex, implied sexual encounters, implied and mentioned threesome, penetrative mention, and i think that's all!

a/n: woooooo answering asks!!! i will answer others in the coming weeks i PROMISE i see your asks and i will deliver! <3 my reqs are open so please feel free to ask me anything!!! :)

MINORS DNI AS USUAL! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY! PLEASE!

first off anon you're TOTALLY RIGHT Rook 1000% bathes in the afterglow and just lays there for a moment after his orgasm bc he always makes sure he's last, prioritizing your orgasm.

sometimes he doesn't even need to get off, fully satisfied after he's made you finish however many times you requested or he felt like doing

definitely is an aftercare person, but he's not immediate with it. he takes his time, slow and steady with it.

he'll kiss you a few times on your forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin, thanking you for the enjoyable time and experience

he'll hold you close too, regardless of how naked the two of you are. he's going to squeeze you flush against him.and y'all will just lay there for like. half an hour or something. he won't deprive you of aftercare too long.

then he'll get up for a while, and though you miss his warmth, he's running a warm bath for you so it won't be long.

once it's filled to the brim of warm water and all the right skin products to create the perfect bubble bath, he either walks you or carries you to the bath and gently places you in there.

no, he's not joining you, at least not immediately. he's bathing you. literally stroking his hands across every nook and cranny of your skin and I mean everywhere. Literally.

once he's bathed you, he might join you, happy to cuddle you in the warm water and wash your hair or have you bathe him in return.

maybe another round lol

after the bath, he picks you up out of there, dries you off, helps you with your hair before taking you back to his room and sitting you on a comfortable stool while he washes the sheets ofc and then makes his bed and puts you right back in the comfort of his sheets

bottom line he DOES NOT let you lift a finger lol like he's not gonna! not at all! even if he got his back blown out via pegging or fucking or what have you… he will not let you lift a finger. he's servicing you and that's that.

ok i want to entertain the possibility of Vil being present lol sooooo…

if you all had a threesome Vil is also helping pamper you except he absolutely joins you in the bath and the two of you wash each other as Rook helps wash your hair

Vil also is probably the fastest recovering and definitely will initiate a second round in the bath should he have both yours and Rook’s consent

he'll also go and run the bath if Rook is still cuddling you

he's just slightly more busybody not really his fault he'll still love to cuddle you

also after the bath he'll make sure to take you step by step through his skincare routine

maybe he'll practice makeup with you and Rook if you have the energy

if not he'll just cuddle with the two of you and either rest and enjoy each other's company or watch one of his father's movies or something like that

very pleasant experience either way

a/n: lol i might do this for other characters too bc this was kinda fun?? also im sorry if this like isn't up to par 😭😭 i am thinking about redoing it to be honestttt but just lmk if you'd like a redo im happy to oblige!

ofc as usual shameless bit that I love love loooooove reblogs, comments, and asks!! please let me know what you thought! I love to cater to you!

[skele-bunny]

Aether being rough with Phantom during his rut?

Oooo!!

CW - Dubcon (if you squint), breeding kink, cervix entering

Long post!

Aether is a big guy, both his muscle and fat, height, but he also knows he's a big guy. Maybe not the same as Mountain or even Omega, but still such a burning stretch for any partners. Thickness and length equally each other out, his tip always pressed near a certain spot that drives them crazy.

Phantom had been sleeping with Aether before waking up to his arm deathly tight around his stomach, his back soaked from how much Aether had been sweating, and growls in his ear. Just tapping Aether awake to try and figure out what's wrong.

The moment Aether opens his eyes, his scent fucking hits Phantom to the point he gets dizzy. Aether's eyes are locked onto him, watching as Phantom tries to sit up but the bigger Quint won't let him.

"A-Aeth, let me get Dew..." He's whining as Aether is sitting up some to drag Phantom more onto the bed. "I-I — Let me find Dew for you, okay? Yeah? He can help you."

Just down right ignored. Aether is making him dizzy, his smell... He can't focus. Phantom trying to clear his mind and whining as his night shirt is flipped up, Aether going straight to his tit to lick and bite of the perked bud. Other hand squeezing so tight, groping and massaging. Phantom is down right squirming, high pitched whines still leaving his throat, one hand starts pushing at Aether's shoulder and a deep growl makes him stop.

Just attacking Phantom's chest while readjusting between his legs, humping his boxers against Phantom's own. It's when Aether moves his mouth up to Phantom's neck to redo their bond that Phantom's mind shuts off. Aether smelling like strong sugar and static, Phantom now as lavender and metal.

That's all Aether needs. All he needs whatsoever.

He's ripping off Phantom's clothes, then his own boxers, kissing him and teeth claking, his cock erratically pressing around Phantom's folds and thighs. He's not too occupied about it. He knows he'll get it in a moment.

Claws digging into soft flesh, lifting Phantom's waist to position before sliding in. Poor Ant let's out a long moan, and despite all the slick that's started pouring from him, it still burns. Aether bottoms out and doesn't even give a second to adjust, rearing back and slamming forwards, and doing that makes their eyes widen—and Aether going faster.

Aether's tip head hits the rights spots, of course... But never the entrance to someone's cervix.

That 'bump' he keeps hitting is setting him off, growling louder and looking at Phantom as he's just in his own world. Eyes rolled back, moans so choppy, his tits just rocking with each movement.

"So fucking good." He feels like he can't breathe. "So tight for me."

Watching at his successor is grabbing the pillow under his head, nose scrunching as his cervix keeps getting abused. Every now and then Phantom will let out tiny "ow-"s in-between his moans and cries for more.

It's so fucking sloppy. Phantom's slick soaking the sheets under, most definitely getting to the mattress below. Aether is drooling with his mouth open, falling on Phantom's cheek and chest.

Aeth readjusting his grip from Tommy's hips to his thighs, taking a moment to stop and press his legs back until his knees are on his stomach. Aether mounting him fully, he's on his feet scrunched up, and as he pulls back and goes forward again, Phantom let's out a pure scream.

He's cumming, coating Aether's abdomen and soaking his cock that drips to his balls. Big guy's head successfully slamming past his cervix, but not too far, still allowing him to fuck this even tighter muscle with a clearer shot to his uterus.

"Aether— Aether—" His claws are digging at the others chest. "So deep— You're too deep— Oh fuck don't stop!"

Grabbing Phantom's face and forcing his jaw open just to spit in his mouth, fingers shoving down just to hear wet gurgles and gags from him. His knot is slowly growing, adding another stretch and burn with the new position.

"Gonna breed you." Is all Aether is able to say, fingers touching the back of Phantom's throat and watching as tears fall from both the extreme pleasure and the constant gagging he's been doing.

His knot finally starts latching and with another hard thrust, it's able to lock in; setting off another orgasm for Phantom. His uterus just gets fucking filled to the brim now that Aether has full access to it. Phantom's squirming, wiggling, unable to stop groaning as warmth floods him in a way it never has before. Aether pulling his fingers out of Phantom's mouth to hear his whines more clearly.

"Think it'll latch this time, hm? Don't you think so, bug?" He's laughing a little, feeling himself still scrunch and continue to flood Phantom.

Once he's done flooding the insides of his mate, Aether is slowly touching over his chest, his bottom lip, down to rubbing his clit with his thumb.

"So adorable... All mine."

His knot eventually deflates and he pulls out, seeing stringy blood mixed with both of their cum clinging to his dick. Aeth just laughs before flipping Phantom to his knees, shoving his head down and slamming forwards just to continue beating his cervix.

Bat is having the time of his life, letting himself be loud, eyes closed and drooling. Practically screaming Aether's name as his ass starts getting slapped, claws digging into his back and drawing blood. His tail is being held for grip so his body can't rock too much away from Aether.

Another orgasm is ripped out with a particularly hard yank to his tails base, and they're both settled in for a looooong while.

[shirogane-oushirou]

[little vent -- tldr definitely not gonna have the planned art ready for the renniversary lol.]

me: "oh hell yeah i'll have a dog-sitting "job" for the next few days, so i'll have plenty of time to work on the art leading up to friday :) "

the dogs: untrained, poorly behaved, require constant attention (not their fault but it's the reality of the situation)

so uh. i might have some simple chibi art for friday if i have enough energy between putting the dogs to bed and going to sleep hghghghgh ;;;;; i'll finish the more detailed pics as i have the time and energy :')

[celestiababie]

svt reaction to accidentally overstimulating you until you squirt

love ur stuff btw!

A/N: I'm going to assume that you meant this for svt since I pretty much only write for them at this point. If not, please send another specifying who it was for and I'll redo it. I didn't really edit this, so I'm sorry if it's shit. ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoy it!!! Feedback is appreciated!

Seungcheol: He'd instantly want to make you squirt again, but you'd make sure you had a breather before how tries again. Lowkey becomes obsessed with pushing you to your limits.

"Fuck Y/n, you're making such a mess for me, baby."

Jeonghan: Honestly, it would surprise him more than he'd care to admit. He was just focused on finger fucking you and didn't think he was doing anything extraordinary, but similar to Seungcheol...he'd want to see if you could do it again. Might become a menace in the process.

"You can do it again, right, angel? C'mon, give it to me." Ugh I can see the smirk on his face already.

Joshua: He'd honestly take a moment to process what just happened but would be so sweet if you got embarrassed because of what happened. He'd ask if it was too much and offer to change the sheets for you while you take a bath. But don't be fooled by his sweet response because he'd definitely bring it up again in innuendos and tease you for it in the future.

Jun: He isn't quite sure how it happened, but he seems like the kind of guy that would be into it already? But he just wouldn't mention it to you or try anything in particular to get you to squirt. But now that he knows it's possible...he'd ask to see if he can make you do it again.

Soonyoung: Gets really giddy over what just happened. So much so that he doesn't fully realize how spent you are and once he calms down a bit, he'd be rushing to give you the best aftercare in the entire world. Would be cuddling you and then all of a sudden ask you questions about it.

"Did you feel good?"

"It felt good, right?"

"We can do it again if you want."

Wonwoo: This man already researched and has the knowledge stored away in his brain somewhere. But, he would never intentionally try, he was just so lost in the look on your face and how much you were moaning that he wouldn't realize he was subconsciously doing those things he read about. If you were confused or embarrassed, he'd give you a brief (unnecessary) explanation as to why that happened. He'd be really into it and want to see if all the other methods he read about worked just as well.

Jihoon: Will write a song about wanting to drown in your love with the most innuendos you've ever seen. I'm kidding, mostly. No but in all seriousness, it would trigger a cockiness in him that would be so fucking attractive. Ugh whenever he felt like getting an ego boost from now on he'd just roll up his sleeves and finger fuck you until you're screaming his name and drenching his fingers.

Dokyeom: I see him as someone who's normally sweet and very intimate during bed so he would be so entranced in the feeling that he wouldn't realize he was overstimulating you until he felt an unfamiliar pressure around his cock that would force him to pull out and thus causing you to squirt. Man would be silent, wide eyed in SHOCK, but still so turned on and desperate to cum for you that he'd ask if you wanted to keep going.

Mingyu: He's very eager to please and often gets lost in the undeniably incredible feeling of making his favorite person feel good so I'm not surprised he overstimulates you fairly often. But when he makes you squirt for the first time, it would trigger the curious experimentalist in him. After you fall asleep (after much needed aftercare) he would be on his phone all night to look up more ways to make you squirt and tell you all about his findings in the morning with the most excited look on his face.

Minghao: I think he's very in tune with his body as well as his lover's body so I find it surprising if he accidentally overstimulated you...he's too aware for that...but he would caress your body after making you squirt, trying to calm your body and bring you back down to earth with him. He'd give you all the time you needed to stop shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure, whispering loving and soothing words throughout the entire time. I feel like he'd really be into observing what his partner looks like when they cum and after they cum.

Seungkwan: Tries to be nonchalant and act like what just happened didn't boost his ego massively but you could see him literally grinning to himself as he cleaned the sheets. Will definitely want to make you do it again another time but is slightly nervous he just got very lucky and won't be able to move his fingers the same way.

Vernon: "Oh wow." That's it. Kidding (not really) This man would be so frozen just staring at the mess while you tried to calm down. You'd finally noticed him staring and if you started apologizing it would immediately break him out of whatever spell he was under and he'd reassure you that he found it hot...like really hot. Kind of a new fetish for him.

Chan: Becomes an annoying menace who thinks he's a sex god, but it's okay because he's really hot when he's confident and feeling himself. Would tease you for it in the future and probably bring it up when you're being intimate.

"Wait, should we lay down a towel? You made such a mess last time, babe."

A fairly reasonable question, but the smirk he'd have on his face would reveal his true intentions.

[teeth--king]

Finished up this expression sheet for Elliot and I’m actually decently happy with it! It was really fun to play around with a new style and do multiple pieces in it! Have some beginning sketches of this style, I need to still get a clean full body piece of him(also need to draw Jasper in this style)

Might redo his neck tattoos so it can be done in a more consistent way. I like them there as it’s a fun character trait for him as a usually reserved character, but the design is getting a bit outdated and needs a clean up after all this time.

[lilmisshellfireswritingblog]

Good Luck, Babe Chapter 1: The Prophecy

Pairings: rockstar!Eddie x popstar!reader

Warnings: 18+, angst, regrets

Song Inspiration: The Prophecy by Taylor Swift

Two Years Later, 1989

The dim lights of the stage flicker briefly before the spotlight snaps on, revealing you standing alone at the center with your guitar, heart thudding heavily beneath your ribs. You stood in a long satin gown, hugging your curves perfectly. Your hair was down past your shoulders in gentle waves. Your makeup was perfectly crafted to enhance your features for the camera, a thick layer of maroon lipstick coating your lips. 

You felt like you were going to be sick. 

This wasn’t even your first time performing live. Your agent had gotten you several gigs throughout the Los Angeles area within the past year, causing your status in the music world to change. You were now the rising star. Eddie was the rockstar. 

The performance felt different. Today, you decided to share the song you wrote the day you had ended things with Eddie. Your agent thought it would make you relatable - that even the “most successful women experience heartbreak.” It sounded like a stupid idea but you didn’t question it. You had to follow directions, otherwise this career would lead you nowhere fast. 

The live audience’s applause fades into a sea of anticipation, hushed whispers floating around the venue. A single, pregnant moment of silence stretches and then you strum the first chord. The sound cuts through the air like a whisper only meant for the person listening most closely.

As you open your mouth, your voice is soft at first, laced with a haunting vulnerability that feels almost too raw for this stage. The words are familiar to you, but tonight, the story was theirs.

One, two, one, two, three, four Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle Oh, but it's gone againAnd it was written I got cursed like Eve got bitten Oh, was it punishment? Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't beg But I looked to the sky and said

The audience hangs on every syllable of the first verse, some nodding along, others lost in the sadness of your words. The pain is palpable in the way you sing. You don’t need to look out at the sea of faces to know that they sense it too—the ache of something that didn’t last, something broken, and something you’ll never truly get over.

You lift your head for a moment, letting the emotion settle in your chest before continuing onto the chorus.

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecy Don't want moneyJust someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo the prophecy?

You let the words carry themselves, the melody sweeping over you like a gentle tide, though it’s anything but gentle. The memories flood in—Eddie, with his wild hair and those wide, soulful eyes that always seemed to be a little lost, a little searching, as though they had too much weight for a person to carry. And yet, he did, didn't he? And so did you. Both of you, carrying your own separate burdens, your own separate traumas, trying to find something to hold onto in the aftermath of your shared chaos.

You remembered the nights where you’d be tangled in the sheets, laughing together, sharing kisses that would steal your breath away forever. The days where he would serenade you with some romantic metal song. The nights where his body was on yours and you were lost in the throes of passion that you never wanted to end.

Tears threatened your eyes but you looked up at the lights above you, begging them not to fall as you continued with the second verse. 

Cards on the tableMine play out like fools in a fable, ohIt was sinking in Slow is the quicksandPoison blood from the wound of the pricked handOh, still I dream of him

A slight tremor catches in your voice, but you catch it, steadying yourself as you press forward, no longer letting yourself falter. You continue into the chorus, looking out at the audience before carrying into the bridge. 

And I sound like an infant Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moon And I look unstable Gathered with a coven round a sorceress' table A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate No sign of soulmates I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

You continue to strum, repeating the chorus until it lead you right to the end of the song. Your voice softened, almost wavering as you finished the song.

The crowd is silent now, all eyes on you, some captivated by the rawness, others perhaps a little confused by the sadness in your tone. You know they don't know the backstory—not the one that’s still buried beneath your skin, raw and unhealed. They don’t know Eddie. The Eddie you knew, the one who loved you so fiercely, even when it felt like he couldn’t love himself. The Eddie who would hold you close, even when everything was falling apart around you. The Eddie who left. They knew Corroded Coffin Eddie. The face value Eddie that you had gotten to know toward the end of the relationship

The final verse hits and you feel a tightness in your chest as the words spill out, as though you're not singing for the audience anymore, but for the ghost of him you can never quite shake off. 

Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh But it's gone again Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't beg But I looked to the sky and said, "Please"

The final strum rings through the air, and the silence is deafening. A single beat passes before the crowd erupts into applause. It’s not the usual excitement—the kind that would accompany your faster, more energetic songs—but it’s appreciative, solemn, held in solidarity. They’ve felt what you’ve put into it and it’s more than enough.

You take a steadying breath, give a small nod of gratitude, and step back from the mic, the weight of the song still lingering in your chest like a stone. Waving to the audience, you step off the stage and sprinted into your green room where you then let the waterworks fall.

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The camera fades in from black and you stand next to the host, who is smiling at you with that practiced, warm smile, though there’s something cautious in his eyes. His tone is light, but it’s obvious he’s chosen his words carefully.

"That was... that was something, wow," the host begins, his voice full of admiration. "I think a lot of people were expecting something a little more upbeat tonight, but that song you just sang… Wow—that was raw. Deep. What was the inspiration behind it?"

You nod slowly, swallowing down the knot in your throat. It’s hard to talk about something so personal, even now, two years later. You’re not sure what else to say. You smile, but it’s small, and a little sad.

"I wrote it the day I… the day things ended," you begin, your voice steady but quiet, almost like you're speaking to yourself as much as to him. "It wasn’t exactly how we thought it would go, but I guess love never really works out the way we want it to, right? And sometimes, all you really need is just…someone there for you regardless of fame and money…”

The host raises his eyebrows slightly, clearly picking up on the unspoken weight of the words. "I mean, you’ve been through a lot of changes in the past couple of years. Moving from Hawkins to Los Angeles, the breakup, a new career in music. And the last time you performed…well you can say, The Prophecy, well, it’s a departure from what we’re used to hearing from you. Would you say that song represents where you are now?"

You pause, looking down at your hands, fingers still aching from the guitar strings. You don’t lie, but you also don’t quite tell the whole truth. They didn’t need to know the entire story.

"Yeah, I think so," you say, your voice lighter now, almost like you’re trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. "It’s... hard, but I think we all have those moments, right? Moments where things feel like they’re slipping through our fingers and all we can do is look ahead and hope for better and sometimes, that hope seems…hopeless.

The host smiles, though it’s gentle now, understanding in a way you don’t feel like explaining. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Well, whatever it means to you, The Prophecy is definitely striking a chord with people. And it’s clear from your performance tonight that you’ve poured a lot into your music. We’ll be keeping an eye on what you do next. I think you have a very successful career ahead of you.”

"Thanks," you say, offering a soft, sincere smile. You turn slightly to the side, pretending for just a moment that you’re not being watched, letting your gaze wander over the crowd again. You don't know what comes next—whether you'll ever be able to let go of the past—but you do know one thing: this is a story you can’t rewrite, no matter how much you want to. 

So you let it be.

Eddie’s POV

Eddie Munson sat in his living room, the lights low, his feet propped up on the coffee table. It was too quiet—he hadn’t expected this much silence tonight, especially not with the world buzzing over your performance. The night was stretching on and he’d been avoiding it for days, weeks, maybe longer. But here he was, leaning forward, eyes fixed on the screen, waiting for you.

He hadn’t heard from you in two years. That day, that awful, quiet moment when everything had shattered between you two—he’d left, he’d walked out, and it had never felt so final. And even now, two years later, when he thought he had it all figured out, when he convinced himself that he was better off being out of your life, he still couldn’t stop caring. He still couldn’t stop wondering what you were doing, how you were feeling, what you thought of him now.

He didn’t want to know, but then again, he couldn’t help it. He never could when it came to you.

He never stopped loving you. 

Tonight, you were performing live. He’d heard the rumors about your new album, heard whispers about how raw it was, how it was a departure from your initial singles. He didn’t want to listen, didn’t want to know what kind of songs you’d written about your new life, your new lovers, your new world. But there was this… gnawing curiosity he couldn’t ignore. So here he was, watching you on TV, his hands clenched tight in his lap.

The lights on the stage dimmed, and the camera panned over the crowd. And there you were.

You were standing alone at the center of the stage, holding your guitar, your hair falling just right over your shoulders, the spotlight casting shadows over your face. Eddie's heart skipped a beat. You looked as beautiful as ever but tonight there was something different. Something... heavy about the way you stood there. He couldn’t put his finger on it. You weren’t smiling the way you usually did, not the way you used to when you'd lock eyes with him in a crowd. This was different.

You strummed the first chord, slow and deliberate. Eddie could hear the way the note rang out, its sound long and lonely in the empty space. It was the kind of music that made your chest tighten, made the room feel smaller, colder.

And then you sang.

His breath caught in his throat. There was a rawness to your voice—something that felt like a plea, but more like a warning.

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecyDon't want money Just someone who wants my company

Eddie’s heart skipped. The lyrics cut through the air like a blade. There was something painfully familiar about them, and for a moment, he was almost paralyzed by the feeling that this was something written for him. His fingers twitched in his lap, and he leaned forward. What were you saying? Why did it feel like you were speaking directly to him through the TV screen, even after all this time?

He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew. He knew what this song was about.

The moment you’d ended things—the moment you had made the decision to walk away and let him go because it was "better for him”—he could almost hear your thoughts in the song. And now, you were telling the world that love wasn’t enough to save either of you. That it couldn’t have been. He’d been so sure of it then. So certain that giving you what you wanted would protect you from the mess he actually was. 

And now you were telling everyone.

Eddie’s eyes darted to the screen, the tears of frustration and regret gathering in his throat.

Slow is the quicksand Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand Oh, still I dream of him

He winced. These lines—these words—felt like something from the deepest parts of your soul that was still broken despite the breakup being your idea. He thought leaving you would make everything better, but it hadn’t. The silence after the breakup had been unbearable. And now, two years later, it was still echoing in his mind like a drumbeat that wouldn’t stop.

He should have called that day he left. He should have fought. 

He should have stayed. 

But the worst part? The part that really hurt was how much he could feel the love you’d once had for him in every note you sang. He could hear it in the tenderness of your voice, the way you struggled not to break. You didn’t hate him.

You still loved him.

And that realization, the weight of it, almost knocked him off his feet. How could you still have feelings for him? How could you—after everything he’d done? After he made you feel like you were just on the sidelines. 

Hell, you were his world. This world of music didn’t feel whole without you. It only felt good when you were there, supporting him, loving him…

The song went on, and Eddie couldn’t look away. You sang with so much intensity, every word wrapped up in pain. The Prophecy wasn’t just about what had happened—it was about you begging to change the past. 

But even statues crumble if they're made to waitI'm so afraid I sealed my fateNo sign of soulmatesI'm just a paperweight in shades of greigeSpending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

The word prophecy hit Eddie like a hammer. He could see you standing there, delivering the song with such conviction, as if you knew the future, as if you had seen it all unfold. Maybe you had. Maybe you’d known all along that you two were always destined to fall apart. 

But Eddie wasn’t sure if he believed that. He wasn’t sure if he could believe that.

He watched as you went through the final verse, your voice trembling at the edges as you sang. Hearing your pain made Eddie feel sick to his stomach. You had probably seen the tabloids, the gossip columns. How could he be so stupid? 

He squeezed his eyes shut. How could I have done that to you? 

Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh But it's gone again Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't begBut I looked to the sky and said, "Please"

The song wrapped up, the final notes hanging in the air like a heavy mist. Eddie sat in stunned silence, his heart pounding, his palms clammy. The crowd’s applause echoed in his ears, but all he could hear was the song. Your song. You had written this song out of the pain of that day. He just knew. 

Eddie was a wreck. There was no other way to put it.

The interview came next, but Eddie barely heard the host’s questions. He watched you speak, your voice calm but guarded, like you were still protecting a part of yourself. When you talked about the song, about letting go, about the way things had turned out, Eddie’s chest tightened.

He felt the weight of it all—the loss, the love, the regret—all pressing down on him. Letting go… it was clear that you’d done it. And maybe, just maybe, that was the hardest part of all.

He wanted to reach through the screen and tell you—tell you that he’d made a mistake, that he should have fought harder or postponed the tour. That he hadn’t meant to hurt you. That he hadn’t known how badly he was breaking something that was so fragile, so precious.

As the interview wrapped up and the screen went to black, Eddie sat there, completely still. His hands were shaking, his heart raw. 

He had to change things. He had to tell her that he still loved her, even after all this time. 

Here you were, begging someone to change the prophecy and he knew it had to be him. 

He had to fight to change the prophecy.

[lillaydee]

Uncoupled - November

Roommate! Joel Miller / Reader

Two people leaving their marriages ended up going through the mandatory one year separation together before filing for divorce.

Nothing could possibly happen in a year, right?

WARNINGS: Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Ellie & Joel Bonding (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), No age gap, Roommate Joel, Teacher Joel, Handyman Joel, Insecure Joel, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning.

SERIES MASTER LIST

October Part 2

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‘You went and got yourself a family?’

‘It’s only been four months.’

‘We’re not even divorced yet, Joel’

‘What the fuck were you thinking?’

‘How could you do this to me? To us?’

You saw his laugh-filled face turn. “Everything okay?”

He showed you his phone, annoyance all over his previously happy face. Get your phone, he said.

You went into your bedroom where your phone was charging. It was dangerously low on battery, having taken pictures and videos of Ellie all night long. You unlocked it, seeing the torrent of messages from Max. “Joel,” you called. He immediately came over. You sat on your bed, him next to you, looking at the texts together.

They’re basically the same texts. The two pictures, and one-sentenced questions and insults thrown your way, questioning how you could move on so quickly, and of all the people in this world, why did it have to be Joel? What did Joel have that he didn’t? Why would you play happy family with Joel and not him?

You just felt tired. You dropped onto your back, laying in your bed staring at the ceiling. Joel laid on his belly next to you, fingers nudging your elbow, asking you what you were thinking about.

“Don’t you find it odd? They didn’t want us. I firmly believe Max hated me. No sane person would treat someone they loved the way Max treated me. We made things easy for them. We left. They’re free to be together. I don’t even check on him anymore. I don’t care, I genuinely don’t care what happens to him anymore. And yet, a couple of innocent pictures like that came out, and they flip out, cry victim. Why are we doing this to them? Us? We are the bad people now?”

He sighed, playing with a loose strand of thread on your t-shirt. “I have a feeling she will show up soon. Either at school or somewhere she knows I might be at. I know you don’t want to know what’s going on with Max, but Jen moved in with him. Tommy told me. She called one of the contractors he worked with for a quote. She wanted to redo his house.”

You scoffed. “Good luck with that, Jen. Max hates change. Flowers on the table needed to be of a specific type on specific days. Bathrooms needed to be cleaned a certain way. Everything needed to be just so. You have no idea how liberating it was to just wake up in the morning and leave and not worry about changing the sheets first. Can you imagine what he would have said if I even suggested we knock a fucking wall down?”

Joel didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, his chin in the crook of his elbows.

“Then again,” you sighed, “Maybe he loves her enough to not make her do all that. Maybe he loves her enough to let her knock the whole fucking house down and rebuild from scratch. Maybe he made me do all those things to force himself to love me. Maybe I’m so ugly to him, so unlovable, he needed the house to be fucking perfect to even stand to look at me. Jen’s gorgeous, so maybe he didn’t need her to do all that cause unlike with me, he can stand to look at her, maybe he is actually in love with her.”

You didn’t know where that came from, but your tears came pouring out, and you turned away from Joel to face the pillows, covered your face with one and just sobbed. You felt him hug you from behind.

“You are not unlovable. You are beautiful, inside and out. I can tell you right now, you are so much more beautiful than Jen will ever be, and Max is an idiot for treating you like that.”

You turned in his arms, looking up at him, your face splotchy with snot and tears. “You really think so?” you asked, your chest heaving from your sobs.

“Of course, you are perfect. Any man worth his salt would be lucky to have you. And Max is not worth a grain,” he wiped the snot and tears off your face with his bare hand, kissing the top of your head.

As touched as you were by his coaxing, your face just contorted into an ugly sob again, and you buried your face in his chest, sobbing again. “Thank you Joel, I’m so lucky I have you in my life. You’re a Godsend. The best friend anyone could ever hope for.”

He rubbed your back, telling you everything will be okay. He continued doing so until you calmed down, which was a lot easier, you found, with his arms surrounding you. His body was warm, his voice and touches soothing, his scent calming.

“Jen is an idiot of gigantic proportions for ever treating you the way she did. If I had someone like you for a husband, I would never let you go. You’re so nice, Joel. You will make some very lucky lady very happy one day, and I just know that she would be a hundred times more of a woman than Jen would ever be, cause that’s what you deserve. A good, beautiful woman with the heart of gold. Cause you are a good, beautiful man with a heart of gold yourself, and you deserved someone who will love you for who you are and appreciate everything you have to offer.”

He smiled at you, mouthing thank you, hugging you one more time.

He left your room when you fell asleep, making sure there was a pillow under your head and covering you with a blanket. He laid on his too small princess bed as he always did, thinking about what you said to him.

He’s a good man. He deserved someone good. Someone who appreciated him.

You also called him ‘the best friend anyone could ever hope for’.

He had been telling himself all the fantasies he had of being a family with you and Ellie was a projection of his fantasy, one that happened simply because he was finally living in a place where he was welcomed, liked, and appreciated, unlike his marital home. He didn’t really have any feelings for you, he was in fantasy land.

But now he knew it didn’t matter if the feelings he may or may not have for you was real.

You didn’t feel the same way.

But he’s telling himself he didn’t mind. He’ll keep telling himself that. He wanted you and Ellie in his life, so he will be your best friend forever, because that’s clearly what you needed from him. He’ll give it to you, even if you found someone, even if it hurt.

He’ll take whatever form of you he could get.

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You were just leaving the bakery to pick Ellie up from school when the front door jingled. Must be Frank’s 3.00pm appointment, you thought. You quickly tidied up the table a bit, refilled and turned on the diffuser for the clients, and grabbed your coat from the hook. Frank came in, looking a bit hesitant, telling you the clients wanted to see you instead of him.

“Why? You’re the cake master. I just bake them, you decorate them.”

“It’s Jen and Max.”

Fuck. Me.

“There’s something else.”

“What now?”

“The appointment…” he sighed, “It’s for an engagement cake.”

You rolled your eyes. “Send them in in 2 minutes.”

You called Joel. “I need your help,” you told him. “Can you pick up Ellie and bring her here? Straight into my office. And don’t react negatively. You’ll see why.”

The awesome man that he was, he just said okay and hung up. You hung your coat back up and waited in your office.

After your talk that Halloween night you and Joel made the decision to ignore the loving couple’s harassment of the two of you. Tell them nothing, say nothing, give them nothing. Responding would give them satisfaction. Giving them any form of answer would give them satisfaction. A peace of mind. Nope. They cheated on the two of you. They had their peace of mind then. This time, you two get to have the peace of mind. It’s your time. Not theirs. The world doesn’t revolve around what Jen and Max needed. Maybe sometimes, it should revolve around you and Joel.

Frank knocked twice and opened the door to your office. You stood up, a huge smile on your face.

“Hi Max,” you said, giving him a quick peck on his cheek, “Hi, I’m Lily, I think we met like what… five years ago? We were both newlyweds then, weren’t we?” You took Jen’s hand in yours, shaking it gently. You went back to your seat, offering them to take a seat in front of you.

They looked like they were caught off-guard. But they did sit down. You opened your sketch book and pushed the iPad towards them, pictures upon pictures of cakes of various designs and colours on them.

“Now, as I understand it, you’re interested in ordering a cake?”

Max cleared his throat, having been stunned into silence by your friendliness. “Yes, an engagement cake, actually.”

“Oh… for the two of you?”

Jen looked smug, lifting her left hand, a giant diamond adorning her ring finger.

“Oh, wow,” you cooed, “Congratulations! You must be very happy!”

They smiled, albeit a little uncomfortably, Jen offering her hand to Max, who didn’t notice, until you pointed it out. He reluctantly took it, kissing it once and looking back at you, a forced smile on his face.

“So,” you said, scrolling through the iPad, “Generally, engagement cakes are a bit simpler than wedding ones, but you have so many choices to choose from. Prices and prep time would differ according to size and design, obviously. When will you be needing the cake?”

Max looked at Jen, who sat up a bit straight and told you in seven days. You tapped on the iPad, put on your best thinking face and told them you might not have the time to complete an elaborate cake for them by then, but perhaps a simple one?

The two of them were really weirded out, you could tell. You clicked on a simple cake and showed them the picture, telling them you could probably get something like that ready in the time they needed it, or, at best… you swiped a few times and showed them another one, a little bit more elaborate but still a simple one, nonetheless.

Just then, the front door jingled, and Ellie’s shrill voice came calling. Her footsteps coming closer and closer, followed by a pair of heavier ones, telling her to slow down. The door to your office burst open, and Ellie came flying in, giving you a hug. Joel followed, carrying her jacket in his hand.

“Lily, sorry, she wouldn’t stop… oh, hi. What are you two doing here?” Joel came inside, walking over to you, bending down and giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “Hello,” he said to you.

You smiled sweetly at him. “They’re here to look at engagement cakes, they’re engaged!”

“Oh, really? Congratulations!” he offered a hand to Max, and went over to kiss Jen on the cheek, cooing at the gigantic rock she had on her finger. He came back round and unwrapped Ellie from you, asking you if it’s okay for him to maybe give her a sweet treat? You told him there are some caramel puddings out front, warning Ellie she could only have one! The little girl bargained for three, but Joel lifted her up by her middle and carried her out like a piece of board, reiterating one! She squealed with laughter as he closed the door behind him, giving you a wink as he did so.

“Sorry about that,” you told them. “So, what do we think? Simple cake enough?”

They just looked very uncomfortable, looking at each other, their faces so tightly wound you thought they might actually just start screaming at you. But Max just stood up and said they’ll have to think about it, telling Jen to get up and putting his coat back on.

“Well, let me know if you change your mind!” you chirped. Jen looked like she wanted to slap you in the face. But you just smiled ever so sweetly at her, congratulating her again. Max barked her name at her, and she turned and followed him out.

You went out with them, Joel helping Ellie open the pudding he had taken out of the fridge and handing her a spoon on one of the tables. The bakery was empty, save for a couple customers buying some pastries, the lunch rush long over, and the next rush won’t be happening until five. You sat down with them, handing Joel a bottle of water and Ellie a juice box, as Max and Jen left. You thanked them for coming, waving them goodbye. Joel tipped an imaginary hat at them, also with a smile on his face. Ellie, though, waited until they left and blew a raspberry at the door.

You could see from your periphery that they were still in front of the door, having a heated discussion with each other. You mumbled this information to Joel, who nodded and said he will keep on smiling, wiping some pudding off Ellie’s face before sticking the straw of the juice box into it.  

Sure enough, within minutes, the door jingled again, the two of them coming back in, this time with an angry look on their faces. You straightaway asked Tess to take Ellie to your office, asking them what you could do for them, have they decided on what cake they wanted?

“Oh stop it, Lily. You can drop the act now.”

“What act, Max?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Jen spat out. “We know you guys are just waiting to come crawling back to us.”

“Were we?” Joel asked you. You shrugged. That’s news to you.

Max took a deep breath, ran his hand through his hair and sat down in front of you and Joel.

“I don’t get it. Why are you two leaving us?”

“Oh God, are we back here again?”

“Seriously. What happened? You were more than happy with our arrangement and then poof, you were gone. No explanation, just… packed up and left.”

“Max,” Joel started, lacing his own fingers together in front of him on the table, “Generally, people don’t like it when their spouses cheated on them, or treated them horribly.”

“But we didn’t cheat!” Jen defended. “We had an open relationship. You knew this. You agreed to it!”

“No… you two had an open relationship. We didn’t.” You were just fed up at this point. “And just so you know, we were never happy with the arrangement. And let’s not pretend that you were just starting a relationship after said arrangement. You’d been cheating on us for years!”

“What we don’t get is,” Joel said, “Why are you two so insistent on us going back to you? You hated us. Treated us like second class citizens in our own homes. Openly bragged about how much you loved each other. Now, you can finally be together, for real, heck, you are engaged now, you finally got someone who’s of your own class, Jen, why would you want a pauper like me back? Or what was it you called me? A cuck, yes, that was it.”

You blood boiled when you heard that. “She called you what?”

Joel raised his eyebrows at you. You snapped your head at Jen, and she took a step back as if you had just slapped her.

“You called him a cuck? Why? Because he was gentle with you? Because he didn’t beat the living shit out of you for treating him like trash?”

She didn’t say anything.

“Are you seriously defending him right now?” Max piped up.

“Maybe if you had defended her, if you had tried to treat her right, build her up instead of push her down, she wouldn’t have left.”

Max stared at Joel, seething, but knew he couldn’t say anything back to him.

“Look, just leave. You’re engaged, you’re happy, let us be happy. In eight months, this will all be over, and we don’t have to see each other anymore. You went through the last few years avoiding us at all costs, going so far as kicking us out of our bedrooms. So why beg us to stay now? Just live your lives, the ones you had always dreamed of. Leave us be.”

“Really, congratulations on your engagement, we are happy for you. But we left for a reason, we are not going back. We are happy now. We respect each other, treat each other right, so go, live your lives. Without us.” Joel really sounded tired right now.

Max stood up, shaking his head.

“No, we have eight months. We’re not giving up. We will get back together Lily. We were together for 15 years. You don’t just throw that away.”

“No, you threw that away, the moment you decided you were too good for me. I was too shabby for you. Too fat, too ugly, too domestic, nothing I ever did was good enough, so maybe I had enough and grew a spine, and now that I stood up for myself you didn’t like that? Well too bad.”

“You two just moved on, in four months you just moved on, got yourselves a family and moved on. Who does that?” Jen shook her head.

“Is that so weird? You two moved on while you were still married,” Joel reminded her.

“Exactly, we are still married, Joel, and you two went ahead and played happy family together. Gigi told me you pick up her child from school? You’re playing Daddy now?”

“So what if I am, Jen? Is the idea of me being so happy so bad for you? Let’s face it. The two of you don’t want us back because you love us, you want us back because there’s no one for you to bully anymore, to let your frustrations out on anymore, to be smug at anymore. You two deserve each other. And we sincerely wish you all the happiness in the world. Now, please leave, I need to get Ellie home.”

You stood up, Joel immediately pulling you to his side.

The two looked at each other, looked at you and Joel, and finally left.

Your hands were shaking. Joel pulled you into a hug, telling you they were gone, don’t worry, he won’t let them bother you anymore. You let him hold you, silently crying into his chest, letting him stroke your hair.

By the time you pulled yourself off him, you saw that his own eyes were red. Despite the emotions the two of you went through just then, you two felt completely calm now. You sat back down, your hands in each other’s, taking deep long breaths, nodding at each other, glad you each had the other for support at times like that.

No words were needed between the two of you. Both of you knew exactly what the other was feeling. Both of you going through the exact same turmoil inside.

Behind the swinging doors leading to the back of the bakery, Tess and Frank quietly watched the two of you calm each other down. They looked at each other, a plan hatching in their heads. Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Synchronized nods were shared.

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“Hey, so this weekend? The long weekend? I was thinking – Andy and I are going to visit her folks at the ranch. Can we take Ellie with us? She would love it there. It’s so beautiful. Her folks have been dying to meet her. She would love all the horses and animals there.”

You and Joel looked at each other. He had brought up the idea to take Ellie to the zoo that weekend, but the idea of her being at a ranch sounded more interesting, and she would really love that rather than spend three days at home doing nothing else. But you didn’t know if you were ready to be separated from her for three whole days.

“Erm, I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to impose…”

“You’re not,” Andy quickly countered. “My parents have been begging me to bring her. We don’t have kids, my brothers live so far away, and my sister’s kids are all too grown or too uninterested in the ranch, so… they’re really excited to have her over. Please?”

“You need to ask her…”

“Ellie, would you like to come with me and Andy to the ranch this weekend? We can play with horses! There are donkeys too!”

“Really? Please Beans? Please Joel? Can I go?”

Before you knew it, it was Thursday evening, and Ellie was waiting by the door with her small suitcase, excited to go play with horses and donkeys and alpacas at Andy’s parents’ ranch. You and Joel watched helplessly as Tess lugged the suitcase onto the bed of her truck, Andy strapping Ellie in the back seat. The little girl was practically vibrating with excitement, squirming away from the super tight hugs you and Joel gave her. You somehow managed to control your emotions until they drove out of sight before crying your eyes out, Joel soothing you, he himself holding back tears at the prospect of not seeing the little girl for three days.

Dinner was a quiet affair that night, ordering Chinese and eating in front of the TV, both of you just picking at your food, wondering what Ellie was doing at that very moment. Tess had officially banned you from calling anymore that night, telling you she will send pictures and you were allowed one Facetime a day. No more. Even Joel got yelled at when he tried to call instead – she said you were banned, not him. Turned out, that meant him too.

By 9pm, you couldn’t take it anymore. You told Joel you needed a distraction. He needed to entertain you for three days so you don’t spend them weeping over Ellie having fun at the ranch. Joel smiled, okay, what do you want to do?

You gave him a cheeky smile.

**********

When Sunday evening came, the two of you waited at the door as Tess drove up, arms around each other, telling Ellie you had some good news for her. Tess and Andy looked elated. “It worked!” Andy told Tess.

“Come on, we’ll tell you out back,” you said, as Joel lifted Ellie up and brought her inside. Tess and Andy quickly followed, Andy Facetiming Frank for the big reveal. “I think it worked! They said they had some good news to tell Ellie!” she told him. Frank squealed into the phone, calling for Bill to come join the Facetime. Tess already had Maria and Tommy on Facetime too, telling them to be quiet.

They went out back, phones out to record this historic moment for Maria, Tommy, Frank and a very grumpy Bill to see.

The backyard looked different. There were planter boxes along the fence, a firepit freshly dug and put in, and the old furniture had been spruced up and painted. And the big reveal, there was a swing set for Ellie, who screamed with joy, immediately squirming to get down from Joel’s arms, climbing on to the set to take her first ride, you pushing her gently from behind. Higher Beans, higher!

Tess walked up to Joel. This was what the two of you did for three days?

“Yeah, isn’t it great?” Joel said, his phone out, recording the moment.

Tess went back to Andy and Facetime Frank, Maria and Tommy, all five of them looking like Christmas was cancelled. Only Bill seemed unphased.

“The fuck?” Tommy said, “Three days alone, don’t go out on a date or anything, go build a fucking backyard!”

“I know right? Who does that?”

“I told you,” Bill said. “Leave them be. It’ll happen.”

“Were we wrong? Do they not like each other like that?”

But looking at Joel’s face as he recorded you and Ellie, the six of them knew they were on the right track. And seeing the way you looked at Joel as you pushed Ellie on the swing, they knew they were definitely not wrong.

They just needed to try again, harder this time.

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December Part 1