#still need to work on him a bit personality wise since he and my Edge is hella alike still

[the-s1lly-corner]

Their ideal partners

Silly little hcs because ive been thinking what each of the lads look for in a s/o

Slenderman;

Given I'm aiming for the "he's been observing humans for centuries and has grown used to their antics," vibe with him, I feel like he'd like someone who keeps him guessing

Nothing TOO crazy, because he can be irritable, but if you intrigue him he'll definitely stay around

Does he have any peculiar icks? Tastes?

Can't stand messy people... doesn't mind if its unorganized, or a chaotic system, but if you live in muck it's a deal breaker

Doesn't care what you look like, or what gender you are; he sees beyond that because, again, ancient being that's been watching humans for a long time.. kinda desensitized to that sort of thing

Laughing Jack;

He WANTS someone who can match his energy; but he NEEDS someone who can mellow him out

As much as I hate the "I can fix/change him" thing (well I dont HATE it, it really matters on execution and all), Jack needs someone who can make him chill out a bit

Icks? You know those people who kill the energy in a room? Like total buzzkill + downers? He doesnt like those. Not like the "he hates depressed people" way, obviously, but in the way that

Okay so idk if this is just a me thing but I come across a lot of people who do it on purpose for attention/quirkiness, those are the kinds of people he doesnt like

Like slenderman, he doesnt really care what you look like; bros gonna slip himself around you like a snake (affectionately)

Eyeless Jack;

Right off the bat he needs someone who's understanding

It ain't easy being a cursed man who's forced to eat human meat

Someone who's willing to listen to what happened to him, and help him see the brighter side of things

Basically a "storm cloud x sunshine" ship dynamic

Icks? As long as you're not too chaotic or hyper he's fine with it; Jack is more quiet and reserved energy wise, stress tends to make the curses symptoms worse

Prefers short people; he himself is also short (I hc hes about 5'5), and he's a lil insecure, but he's not totally opposed to dating taller people

Masky;

Writing for specifically masky for this one instead of the usual tim, hope that's alright!! I just wanna flesh out him n hoodie more

Bro is kinda..... whouf... rough around the edges; kinda feral

Not like FERAL feral, but this is the kind of dude who tunnels on someone during his work and wont be afraid to body slam into stuff full speed/force

So naturally, he gets hurt a lot. So a caring and soft partner is an immediate go to; especially since in my hc/au tim still exists, just as a different.. persona? Headspace? I really dont know the correct terms <\3

He likes observing as well, but he'll occasionally join in on whatever activity you're doing!!

Icks? Loud people... I would say spontaneous people as well, but considering my take on him, he kinda falls into a softcore version of that category

Hoodie;

Very similar to masky, but also not... between the two hes more.. calm and calculating; whereas Masky tends to dive straight in, in most cases

Should not that neither of them verbally speak; so they both need a partner who's fine with physical touch since that's one of their main ways of communicating/showing affection

Especially with hoodie; dude always has a hand on you and guiding you in some way

Unlike all the others, hoodie does not have ANY preferences for partners. Doesn't matter the personality, body type, and he doesnt have many icks

Like

Probably doesnt like arrogance, kinda just annoys him.... but hey, makes his.. job.. easier

[puppie-b0y]

Stepbro!Charlie Walker

A/N- As a wise man once said- "OH MY DAYS, DONT CHAT TO ME❌️❌️❌️" Bro I've been thinking about this all fucking day and I need to write it out into the world. Is this what you came to my account for? Probably not, but it's what you're gonna get✨️🤭😍

WARNINGS - Stepcest, perv!Charlie, Stepbrother!Charlie, somnophilia, knives, dub con, throatfucking, possesiveness, throatpie, dacryphilia, knife kink if you squint, mentions of breeding at the end and overall just him being a gross loser...

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who wasn't all that thrilled to meet you when his dad announces that him, his girlfriend, you and Charlie were to have dinner together so his son could meet the woman he'd been seeing and her daughter

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who immediately had his eyes on you as soon as you walked into the restaurant. Jesus, she's fucking gorgeous He thought. As his dad waves you and your mother over to the table, his stomach drops.

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who was obsessed with you from the start. The way you were quiet and awkward the first couple of times you had met. The way you always wore cute skirts and low-cut tops. Even when you were just wearing jeans and a t-shirt, the jeans hugged your hips so perfectly, the shirt oversized and baggy, making him wonder how big one of his shirts would be on you.

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who makes it his mission to get close to you and earn your trust just so he can finally feel you against him. "I'm a hugger" was his excuse. But in the back of his mind, he knows he only does it to feel your tits pressed up against his chest and your arms tangled around his neck.

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who starts acting really weird once you guys get closer. Always so possessive when you start talking about your friend a little too politely. He's just protective of his stepsister, what else can you say? Although, it does get a bit weirder when he starts calling you his one day...

-Stepbro!Charlie, who rolls his eyes at whatever new date you're talking about and pushes you against a wall, grabbing your face harshly in his hand, making you look at him. "Your fucking mine, okay? Hey, don't look away. Look at me. You're mine. You don't need those other people, okay?" His voice whiny, but strikingly scary.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who knows you've been avoiding him ever since that little incident. Always making plans or taking extra shifts at work just so you didn't have to be at home with him. Of course, he couldn't stand that. He had to fix it.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who walks past you in the hallway, the two of you home alone. He notices you trying not to make eye contact and ignore him and he fucking hates it.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who pushes you against the wall once again, yelling at you, his voice still desperate, and yet still all the more frightening. "Is this because of what I said last week?" You can try to push him off of you, but he'll just pin your hands to the wall by your wrists and put his knee between your legs. "Just because you stop talking to me doesn't mean I don't stay updated on you." He smiles dont at you, his eyes softening."You haven't said anything to mom or dad about any more dates. Every time you go out, it's for work or a 'personal shopping trip.' You know you're mine."

-Stepbro!Charlie, who teases you when he gets the chance. You're wearing a skirt? Oh, you can bet on him bending you over the kitchen counter, grabbing the edge of your panties and snapping them against your ass, chuckling as you let out a little yelp. You aren't wearing a bra? He's lifting up your shirt and pinching your nipples, occasionally sucking on then for a short amount of time before he hears someone walking into the room.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who sets up cameras in your room, watching you when you don't even know it. Seeing you watch the horror movies he recommended to you, seeing you talk to your friend about how "Ghostface is definitely some hot, good-looking guy" and "Pretty people are always the most fucked up and weird", seeing you touch yourself while you watch hard-core, perverted porn. Fuck, what would you say if you knew? You'd probably be so fucking embarrassed.. so fucking adorable. And that's why he now needs you to know.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who waits for your guys' parents to leave for a date, excited for when they're gone. Five minutes after you hear the front door close, you get out of the shower, walking out of the bathroom and to your room naked, thinking you were alone. He sneaks into your room shortly after you and sees you facing away from the door, trying to pick out clothes. You bend over to look the your bottom dresser drawer and he sees just how pretty you pussy looks. He needs to fuck you. Now.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who, despite knowing how gross and wrong it is, puts on his Ghostface costume one night, planning to use you. He sneaks into your room once again while you're asleep and puts his hand over your mouth, a knife at your throat. "If you make a sound, I'll fucking kill you. God, you're just too pretty, huh?" He moves his hand from over your mouth and moves the black robes a bit, his bare cock now showing. "Here, I'll help you stay quiet." While positioning his tip at your lips. A few tears run down your cheeks. And you know what this gross, perverted fucker does? He wipes your tears with cock and forces your mouth open with his thumb. "Shhh, don't cry, it's okay, put my cock in your mouth and it'll be over soon, alright?" Slowly thrusting himself halfway into your mouth.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who watches you reluctantly suck on the tip for a few seconds before moving your head up so his cock went down your throat. It honestly shocked him. You had a knife pressing at your throat and a serial killer who broke into your home asking you to suck him off and you quickly obeyed. Just like that. His stepsister was that much of a slut. And God, was she fucking good at it. Taking his whole length down her throat, sometimes holding it there for quite a long time, closing her eyes. He wanted to take this chance. He finally had the chance to take off the mask and wait for you to open your eyes and look up at him once again, only to see that it was your stepbrother the whole time.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who isn't a fucking pussy. Throwing the knife down on your bed, along with the mask. ...okay maybe he was a bit of a pussy. He debates putting it back on and hurrying this up, realizing it might not be the best idea. But before he can decide anything, you look up at him, still deepthroating his cock and he sees your eyes widen and you gag a bit, pulling off and breathing heavily. He covers your mouth again "If- If you scream, I- I'll tell mom and dad all the weird stuff you've let me do to these past couple of months, I'll tell your friends." He slowly moves his hand away, praying you accept this. "Please, just let me keep going."

-Stepbro!Charlie, who is absolutely terrified right now. If you scream, he'd have to kill you, but if you didn't... if you let this happen, you'd be just as gross, just as sick and perverted as he is. ...but I guess we already kinda knew that, didn't we? As you take his cock in your hand and kiss the tip, you hear something you never thought you'd hear. He fucking whimpers.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who ends up getting too needy, grabbing your hair and very roughly gently fucking your mouth. Whining and and throwing his head back, closing his eyes as he feels his cock twitch. You moan at the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat and that sends him over the edge.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who slams into your throat one last time, thrusting deeper than he ever has before and cums down your throat, not paying any attention his the way you're gagging around him and aggressively gripping his thigh and your sheets, eyes watering.

-Stepbro!Charlie who decides you had enough and laughs as he cleans himself up, leaning down to kiss you and speaking softly "Good girl, just remember, don't tell mom or dad or I'll have to hurt you, okay?" Leaving you in your bed, confused, tired, and wet.

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-Stepbro!Charlie, who decides that wasn't enough and he needs to breed you :)

[chaoticgoodthief]

Redraw Time :D

So... It's been a while since I drew this. And... I gave into the siren call to do a redraw of my voice designs!

Alright, starting off with a major design change. Went with something a bit more abstract that I really think better captures "submission". Harsh edges (almost like broken glass) since no matter how weak-willed he is, he can and will still be a major threat against you.

Oh my gosh I am SO HAPPY with my Paranoid redraw I cannot begin to articulate how much I adore this new version compared to the last. Would have included a bit more blood, but... yeah I'm happy I went without. Because a) my hands already hurt and b) eh probably would have not looked that good anyway.

Poor, well-intentioned Smitten. He wants so badly to be human, to be the noble prince sweeping the princess off her feet. Such a shame he's doomed to be the monster no matter how hard he tries.

Another major design change, this time less abstract! Tried to keep the same animalistic look to him (Wide eyes, ear tufts looking like rabbit ears) but a lot more humanoid and mobile (my boy is fleeing) than before. Originally, I was trying to shape this into a Paranoid design, but I think Hunted fits it much better.

Often I see people giving Hero the knight in shining armour treatment. Which, honestly, fair. He is Hero after all. But look me in my digital eyes and tell me Stubborn isn't rocking the look. Dented armour and tattered cloak to add a bit of flavour. He's not just ready for battle. He is the battle.

Alright, I gave into masked Opportunist. What can I say? He is rocking the mask + suit combo. Inspiration for his mask comes mainly from bird-themed masquerade masks. One of the few designs that I actually kept the wings, mainly becuase they're just too him to leave out.

Not much changes with Cheated, mainly just changing his facial expression to better fit his personality and getting him mobile. Yes, I know he's literally just wearing bandages. Laugh all you want, but it's pretty convenient when you're getting turned into bird mâché.

Once again, not much changes needed for Cold. Just a bit of changing the placement of the string, a little additional violence (as a treat) and a few other minor aesthetic details to spruce up his Look TM.

Same general expression, but a lot of changes design-wise. Tried to include as many curving, amlost question-mark shapes in as I could and I think I'm happy with how it turned out. Also yes, he's literally leaving no stone unturned.

Hey come back here I haven't finished your backround yet- Oh well whatever guess I'll just get started then. Only voice other than Smitten with a brightly coloured outfit, a face that makes it hard to tell whether he's grinning or has downcast eyes, jester outfit because why not?

Alright, I lied. Hero still gets a bit of knight in the design of his ear tufts. Tried to keep with a more simplistic, abstract design while still adding a lot more of a Friend TM vibe that I think really worked out quite well.

Extra fun facts:

All the counterpart voices have the same arm markings! Spikes for Broken and Stubborn. Chain-like loops for Paranoid and Cold. Daggers/Blades for Smitten and Skeptic. Arrowheads for Hunted and Opportunist. Wavy lines for Cheated and Contrarian.

Counterpart voices also have the same ear tufts, some of them are just hidden from sight. Yes, this means that Opportunist's "ear tufts" are actually just part of his mask. He has the bunny ears too >:3

[cicerenella]

are there any other nations you'd pair feli with besides ludwig? bro has a rich, widely respected cultural history and a friendly easy-going personality to boot- hes definitely getting his pick of the lot!

also i was wondering how you see spamano. is romano prickly and reluctant to openly show he cares too much about antonio like in canon? and does antonio still keep a watchful eye over him?

I do ship him with other nations! the first that comes to my mind is...France, lol. I am a sucker to enemies to rivals to lovers that still kinda despise eachother, and they PERFECTLY embody this kind of dynamic.

Really, I can't even begin to explain all the historical drama that ties these two. I should provably do a separate post about it lol, but just so you know, it's a continuous streak of alliances and wars and occupations and stuff. (And a side note, Italy is almost the same age as France in my canon. There's no chibitalia thing since history wise makes NO SENSE.)

Another ship that I really like with North Italy is with Prussia, although I still need to touch on their relationship on a more historical level. I think they look cute together and their personalities actually match really well! it's even implied slightly in canon? I don't remember well, but anyways it seems feli REALLY likes the germanics since he's always in their business.

Now, onto the spamano stuff. I want to make VEERY clear that I really DO NOT like the idea of chibiromano at all. Romano during the spanish occupation already had 1200 years of history and a culture OF HIS OWN. He was a kingdom, and definitely not a kid! He was roughly around Spain's age.

If you want to know what is their relationship like, it really depends on the time period. Today, their relationship would be great. Romano would still be grouchy towards Antonio, but I don't like how the fandom makes him a complete asshole towards him. It is really inaccurate, because Southern Italians (especially us neapolitans) literally ADORE Spain. Many of us emigrate to Madrid and Barcellona for employment. Romano is a bit rough around the edges, but he isn't afraid to show Antonio that he cares lol.

And I think Antonio does keep an eye on Romano too. although again, it really depends in what time of history we are talking to. Because let's just say that their relationship wasn't always good...and there's a few good reasons for that!

(Side Note: I am currently working on a post explaining the "historical" side of Spamano. Would you guys be interested in a post about it? They had quite the...tumultuous relationship starting from the XIV century, and I would love to share some history about Southern Italy! There's a lot of misconception in hetalia actually-)

[charaunderwood]

Hello!

My turn now! Kingdom hearts for the fandom ask game! :)

alright bitches let's gooooo

my favorite female character

gotta give that to my girl Namine!! shes my second favorite in the series for the angsty tragic vibes. Incase you can't tell by the character I've based my entire blog off of I really enjoy those vibes lmao. also she has the best hair out of everyone (I tend to be a huge sucker for blondes and the hair over the shoulder is just really cool)

my favorite male character

cmon. do I even need to answer this one? At this current moment, Vanitas might just be the most important fictional character to me personally of all time. which is honestly kind of embarrassing to say considering on the surface he's literally an edgy version of the main character but just everything about him and his story hits me so hard in a way I can't even describe right now. so yeah. it's Vanitas.

my favorite book/season/etc

like you said, since this is a game series I'll just put my favorite game here. I've only ever actually beaten KH1 (I'll get to the rest eventually don't judge me-) and I think just looking at the rest of the series that would have to be my favorite gameplay wise, tho of course I still don't have the best grasp on that lmao. but then story wise by favorite would have to go to BBS. but then as a meddling of both gameplay and story I think my favorite would have to go to KH3 so....idk. one of those three depending on the day.

my favorite episode (if its a tv show)

obviously it's not a tv show but I think this would be a fun place to ask "what's your favorite world?" so i'm gonna do that instead. so if we're including all worlds in the series it would have to go to KH1 Hollow Bastion no contest, but if we only include Disney worlds, I think I would have to give that one to Symphony of Sorcery in DDD.

my favorite cast member

so i'm just gonna say my favorite voice actor for this one and i think i'd have to give that to Jesse McCartney for his work as Roxas and Ven. I think the voice he gives them suits their design perfectly and I adore hearing the slight distinction in their voices, with Roxas's having a bit of a harder edge while Ven's is slightly higher and softer, it just really works to highlight their different personalities despite looking the same. I also love the energy that Haley Joel Osment always brings to Sora and Vanitas (although DDD Sora can be a bit rough to listen to at times and KH3 Vantias is uh...quite the divisive performance lmao)

my favorite ship

gotta go Soriku for that one, their dynamic is just so well fleshed out and cute for me to NOT adore it. although I just wanna say here that I think the dynamic between Sora and Namine is really underrated and a romantic dynamic between the two of them filled with angst and apologizing and all that jazz could be really interesting if written well. or hell even just some more stuff focusing on their platonic dynamic. just more of them in general please.

a character I'd die defending

obvioulsy would pick Vanitas here as I think a lot of his actions, while horrible, are very forgivable and defendable when given the full context. also I defend Ven a lot since people very often say he's an incredibly boring character and while I completely understand that since I think a lot of his really interesting potential is very underexplored at this point I'm also like booo! hiss!! spray bottle!!!! stay away from my son >:(

a character I just can't sympathize with

Ansem the Wise and fully grown old man Xehanort for that one. while I do think that people give ATW shit a bit too often and blame him for stuff that he technically shouldn't be blamed for, he was still a massive racist dickhead that ruined the lives of so many people around him for his own selfish reasons. plus, like many others, I really didn't like how when he came back in KH3 he just accepted the apology Ienzo gave him even though Ienzo really shouldn't be taking blame for the stuff that happened when he was still a literal fucking child but, whatever I guess. I also just don't really like the fact that he comes back from being dead after KH2 at all but that's a whole other conversation

and then for Xehanort, I'm sorry but the things he experienced in DR do not in the slightest excuse the horrific stuff that he does in the current times. I understand that the things he and Eraqus when through in Dark Road were extremely traumatic and it is fine for them to still be haunted by those things even into their 80s, but for Xehanort to still be enacting on that trauma well after 60 years later, yeah that's just unacceptable. Even though he has some valid points he is still harming the lives of children for no good reason and is possibly trying to destroy the world which is obviously awful. and that's not even taking into account all the other bad shit he does like possibly torturing people like Subject X for his experiments during his time as an apprentice and him abusing both Ven and Vanitas physically and emotionally to "make them stronger." also just to be clear, I have a hard time empathizing with Eraqus as well since his trauma from DR also does not excuse the shit he pulled in BBS, but I at least respect his ability to own up to his mistakes before he dies and when he comes back in KH3, even if I still think its bullshit that he didn't give Terra any sort of apology. (sorry for how long that one was good lord)

a character I grew to love

this might surprise the people but I actually wasn't the number 1 Vanitas fan right from the start. crazy I know but when I was first getting into the series I just thought he was okay. one of the better villains but just mediocre otherwise. but then one day he just.....clicked with me, and I really couldn't tell you why. he just did and now he's my favorite son :)))

my anti otp

so besides the creepy and uh...not legal ones, i'd say a sort of shipping hot take of mine is that I don't really like any romantic pair among the sea salt trio. I really do understand the appeal Roxas and Xion in a romantic light (and I am usually also a SUCKER for a blonde and black haired pairing) but they're just so sibling coded for me that I just can't get behind it.

anyway thanks for the ask!! sorry I probably yapped more than I needed to lmao <3

[harper-dearest]

Here's another vid with voice headcanons, except it's just Edge, another oc of mine named Jake and Taylor. This was before I decided Edge needed a sister

Slight info on Edge, Cliff and Jake below the cut

So, first I made Edge. He started off as a drabble design in PLP, and I decided to make his name and surname common nouns, hence the name Edge Price.

I then realized how much he looked like Simon Petrikov. I then later realized he could pass for a Petrigrof fankid, so that became his gag and what his design was based off (he gets a hair color change to look more like Betty's, since his hair here and in the previous video is much too pink-ish)

So yeah, more than Simon, I based him a lot on Betty design and slightly personality-wise.

Enough about his design tho, let's get to a bit more of his lore.

To summarize it, he's the Larry Needlemeyer/Miss Rabbit of the Papa Louie restaurants (i.e. he works at every damn one alongside the other two canon chefs who he lets keep most of the money out of pity). Because of his financial issues, he eventually sold his heart in return for a sum of money large enough to keep him sustained and indulge a tiny bit. He has a "two sizes too small"-esque tattoo on his chest where his heart used to be. He has a robot heart now.

Cliff Price became a thing after I decided that it'd be nice for Edge to have a sister that looked opposite to him but still resembled their fanon parents. (Edge has Simon's skin, Simon's hair cut, Betty's eyes and Betty's hair color, Cliff has Betty's skin, Betty's hair cut, Simon's eyes and Simon's hair color)

Edge's shifts at every restaurant are split into weeks, and Cliff likes to tag along with him to jog around the town they're in and saying hi to the locals. Unlike Edge, who's a bit more on the shy and quiet side, Cliff is very sociable.

I don't have a lot of lore for her yet, so have a few funny things abt her.

Cliff once ran up to Duke Gotcha while he was live on the news, hugged (i.e. nearly strangled) him while waving at the camera and ruffling Duke's hair.

Cliff is an athlete, and her favourite things to do are jogging and hand-to-hand combat. Regarded as one of the strongest people in the Flipverse for her addiction to working out, Edge changed her contact name to "Donkey Kong," in part because of how extroverted, loud and unhinged she can be. She has no idea about this.

And last, but not least, Phineas Jacob "Jake" Cody.

Jake is an art major in college and a big heavy metal and rock fan. They're Edge's roommate in Tastyville, they also occasionally tag along whenever Edge travels and whenever they do go with him, they bring their electric guitar.

Some of their favourite bands are Los Prisioneros, Nirvana, Café Tacvba, Metallica, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Los Tres and Depeche Mode. They also listen to Scarlett and the Shakers (hc these guys sound like Led Zeppelin)

Another random headcanon is that they gets along with Chuck. One time, they went with Edge to his shift at Starlight City for the Wingeria and they saw Chuck wearing a shirt that said "fome" (fome is a chilean synonym for boring, also the name of a Los Tres album), so they were like "holy shit u listen to los tres??" and Chuck was like "holy shit yes" (chuck, among others like treble and rudy, looks like the kinda guy to like chilean rock bands leave me and my silly headcanons alone–)

Yeah anyways that's it yippiee

[fandom-trash-xl]

Just for reference, who are all of your Frieza Race OCs (if you have multiple)?

I actually do have a decent handful of Frieza Race OCs (though I mainly refer to the species as a whole as Ice Demons or Arcosians in my fics, though I'll refer to them as Frieza's Race just as a general term because everyone has different headcanons for the name). Most of them are female Arcosians and whether or not females exist in the species is debated- personally, my headcanon is wavering a bit in terms of the biology and I may shuffle things but I often needed a defined biological divide for some narrative choices to work in some of my current fic canons.

Anyway, I digress... These are my present OCs in order of creation:

Note, I do consider Kuriza to be half an OC to me since a lot of his character is up to interpretation.

Perma is my oldest Ice Demon OC, dating back to when I still called them "Icejins", though you may see her mentioned in some of my older stuff as Subzero or Zero. She's my Xenoverse CaC and her concept started out as a Frit (Frost x Hit) kiddo! Her design, from what I recall off hand, featured a lot of purple, blue-gray, indigo, etc, basically a color hodge-podge of her two dads. She has the Cooler mask because there wasn't a mouth option I really vibed with, so I just headcanoned it as her allergy mask- she's allergic to dust and you bet there's going to be a lot of that on Time Patrol missions. Later on I may adjust some of her colors if I plan to draw her in full color. Her name's a pun on "permafrost".

As much as I don't want to include him, I have to for the sake of being thorough... Lord Shiver. Shiver sucks. Not saying he's a poorly done OC, he was literally written to be a terrible person. He's Frost's mafia boss father in "Shattered Ice" and he's not really depicted in a good light. He's got blue-gray colorations but I never really plotted out how it looks.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Frost's parentage, we have his mother, Realis. Her name's a pun on "aurora borealis", mainly because my original name concept for Frieza's mother in a fic that never got fully fleshed out was "Aurore" and I wanted the two to match. Essentially, she's part of Shiver's harem (again, reiterating, Shiver was not designed to be a good person), but she gets a bit more elevated privilege on account of being the one gal in the posse "lucky" (read: "unfortunate") enough to be the mother of his child. I think this was the first time I used the idea of little gem "freckles" on the cheeks in my female Arcosian designs (though it started as diamonds and switched to four-pointed stars). She was originally designed with gray scales and cyan gems, though design colorations can change I suppose...

Another one of my big fic OCs is Frigid. I gave Hit a little secretary for his business office and then just sort of ran with it; writing her into the fic was originally to tie into a certain plot point that I won't spoil if you're not caught up on "Shattered Ice", but I enjoy her and I'm surprised I haven't drawn her much. Plus, Hit shipping bonus!! Honestly, I would say more, but she's best experienced within the fic itself. Design-wise, she's got gray scales and turquoise gems.

And then there's also Algid, another one from "Shattered Ice" and another member of Shiver's little posse... She's a bit of a lovesick little yes-woman when it comes to her boss, but she's got some edge to her. Again, description probably isn't doing her much justice, so she's best read in fic. She's got more of a reddish color palette- reason why? I originally intended for her to have a pretty much identically designed Universe 7 parallel that would have been Kuriza's mentioned-only late mother, the red contributing to his maroon gems. I didn't want a good character name and color palette to be wasted completely on a briefly mentioned character- and here we are now, the original U7 Algid not even coming into fruition (totally not because I forgot that part in my notes while writing "Love Like You"...).

[machinesandman]

It was another cold evening. Winter had taken hold of the shanty town, leaving piles of dusty snow along the road. There wasn't much along the lines of holiday spirit when making his way back to his workshop Mongoose would see a brightly lit wreath hanging from his door.

Upon closer look it was made from various broken weapons covered in an ungodly amount of glitter. Proudly at its center was a wooden goose that looked like it would be more at home in the mid century abode of a little old lady. If he looked closer still he'd notice that the broken weapons fragments were from Mavericks that tried to be cute and swindle the old reploid.

It would be a wonder how she managed to get into his workshop without tripping the alarms but there she was, reclining in his seat while sipping on a glass of eggnog.

"You really are a lucky one Goose. Santa brought you the gift of me this Christmas."

"Merry Christmas!"

To be out even in the coldest of weather wasn't something out of the norm, after all, Mortar Mongoose was a man of keeping his word. And nothing would slow him down from doing work, collecting goods, running his stall far from here, nor helping places in the Shanty Town. He had just finished working with The Black Armored Cryptid to get a warming center running, with defenses installed. He was after all a weapons expert and Ex-Hunter. Wise and experienced.

Not much out here for spirit of the holiday's really, with people trying to get their lives back together. The pathways and narrow streets lined with snow and empty of most patrons, while his armor and heavy steps crunched the white powder down, clanking gently against exposed concrete. Breath puffing out before his muzzle with each warm exhale of cycled breath. Lost deep in thought for a time... That is, until he got to his hide out home and workshop. Blinking a few confused times at the sight of something on his door- was that a god damn wreath?

Vibrantly colored, little glowing lights brightening it up. He had to look closer. Where did this come from? Who would have the damn balls to put that on his door- oh... Ooohh, that was a goose. Very old fashioned really, but it gave him the answer he needed. No one else called him Goose, nor made the damn bird jokes except one. This was only made more obvious with the deeper inspection of just what sort of components were put into this home made design. Broken bits of metal and colored armor, parts of what had once been distinct busters, basic models, and then modified weaponry from a few rather irritating Mav's he'd already put on a personal black list. Covered in a nearly cursed amount of glitter and sparkles.

A soft chuckle escaped the old Reploid. How cute... Yeah, he'd let it stay there. Double checking to make sure it wouldn't fell off from weather or anything else, before he finally unlocked and entered his abode. Removing the warmer armor sections with a flicker of light. Door kicked closed with an amused huff, his large form walking carefully through the entrance hall and into the proper work shop home.

Only to find none other than the culprit herself! Triage, that old Robot Master now working with him, having somehow bypassed his security once again. To take a seat in his own god damn chair.

"..." One blink. And then a loud snort of amusement. Of course she god damn would! Not only was she absolutely dangerous, having basically clearly taken down those other Mavericks, or at least stolen their arms (literally), she was matching his sass as always, taking first move. "Hah, well, maybe I should thank Santa for this Foxy gift them. Or be scared since you so easily get around all my security." He joked. It'd keep just about anyone out. But by Robot Master standards, that was clearly lacking. "Better think of something for you soon then, eh?"

The designer moved closer then, letting all his armor fanish to leave him in the casuals he liked to lounge in. Still large in design, but far less sharp edges and bulk. One clawed hand reaching down to gently take hold of Triage around the waist, lift her- being mindful of the eggnog to not spill- and sat down in the work chair himself. Immediately placing Triage in his lap there after. Like a response and a power move. "Check, Tri." He teased, letting himself lean back and both arms behind his head. Let her get comfy, he was warm, and he knew she enjoyed his fluff at times.

"Merry Christmas, Triage Woman. I'll enjoy this gift thoroughly."

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Shadow in Prime

REALLY like his new voice direction, his VA did a very good job! As for his characterization? Ehhhhhh I think I'll need to see him a bit more in future episodes to really make up my mind, it's definitely not *bad* definitely better than his boost era iterations for sure but it's still not exactly where I'd personally want him to be - which is fine! Again it isn't completely intolerable just a few rough edges that could easily be worked a bit but still it isn't nearly as bad as it could've been but obviously could be better.

Bonus thought on the whole canon controversy needs discussing in another post I'll probably make after a few more rewatches and wait for more episode drops but tldr on how I feel about it right now purposefully taking certain official statements with a pinch of salt and disregarding a few things that says Prime is directly happening in the main game universe:

Multiverses is a canon thing in sonic, therefore Prime *is* canon but it's just a different universe that's a parallel that loosely follows the main game canon and takes different approaches and liberties with certain things, that's my personal headcanon on why Sonic and a few other characters are a bit different personality wise compared to their main game counterparts because their characters developed slightly differently than the other - otherwise certain things relating to character growth and development wouldn't make sense. So with that thought being said no matter what they do with Shadow in Prime I can personally justify that it's just how he is in the Prime universe and his character development just isn't exactly how is was in main game canon - this is how I came around to Boom!Shadow that's just how he is in that universe, as long as that influence doesn't negatively effect his main characterization in the main game canon which me and a lot of the fandom mostly focus on then it's whatever.

(Important note since it's currently setting twitter on fire rn the exact same thing can be said about Sonic as well. Personally I like bimbo sonic 🤷🏻‍♂️)

[hannahsmusings]

Jackson

It’s okay not to know what’s happening next, you can only control the person you are and the choices you make. Everything else will just happen. *smiles softly and sees the determination in your voice as you talk about losing her, knowing there was some big decisions to make if that were the case, not wanting to push you into anything but always planning to be there for you* She doesn’t make you different, she makes you you. *reaches over and rubs your back fondly* This is who you are, who you have been since you were a boy. Your father pushed you to hide these parts but they’re there, they’re you. *goes back to the stove with a fond smile as I flip a pancake, chuckling a little at your question, finding you so endearing* I think she’ll love them. She’s got a sweet tooth just like you. - Bonnie

*Jackson nodded along to Bonnie’s words even though they did not always ring true for him, in his position and with the status that he had, he did know what was happening next at all times and he was able to control other people around him, it was the life of being a business mogul, he didn’t work in maybes and what ifs, he worked in cold hard facts and statistics, so this whole ‘what will be will be’ thing was really hard for him, but he was willing to try if it meant getting to keep you, he was willing to do anything to keep you by his side, wanting to be that balanced guy that you deserved* *Jackson’s entire face flushed at Bonnie’s next words about this just being who he was fundamentally, Jackson not even thinking that could be the case, he had forgotten who he actually was before the world of finance and business made him cold, before his father kicked him out of his childhood home at far too young an age, before he was taught to be someone else entirely* *Jackson could kind of remember that boy, how he smiled a lot and how he actually had fun and had an imagination, how he loved sweets like chocolate chip pancakes and macarons, how he at one point loved reading fiction and playing video games at his friend’s houses because god forbid his father let him have a console, he had small visions of that boy from time to time but it felt like imposter syndrome, it felt like a different lifetime, a past life, but now hearing Bonnie say that, he could feel that young boy in him just dying to come out, he was realizing he was actually desperate to feel something again and you were helping him do that, you weren’t actually changing him, you were just helping him become a better man* You are too wise, Bonnie… need to give you a proper bonus. *Jackson smiled at her, his eyes crinkling just a bit at the edges, a proper smile, before turning and focusing on the coffees while he and Bonnie finished up with breakfast* *he watched as Bonnie plated  everything onto a tray, before they bickered quietly over who would bring it up since Bonnie always wanted to help but Jackson wanted to do it, him finally winning out and ignoring her small little tuts as he carried the tray out of the kitchen, not looking back at her so he doesn’t see the huge proud smile that was on her face as she watched him* *he walked upstairs to the guest room where you were asleep, pushing the door open with his foot softly, poking his head in first to see if you were stirring yet or not*

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*feels hope for you for the first time in a long time, smiling warmly and cocking a brow as you mention a raise* You’ve been saying that for awhile young man, I’m still waiting...*teases before throwing you a playful wink and reaching up to stroke your cheek fondly* So proud of you, everyday. *grins, finishing up the pancakes and plating them up for you before I help you set up on the tray, playfully bickering but liking that you wanted to, knowing I would leave you both to it as I knew something was building and I wanted to give you the room to explore it with her* - Bonnie

*my sleep hadn’t been as settled and peaceful after you left, like my body knew you weren’t there, subconsciously reaching out to your side of the bed as it searches for you to be close, breathing soft and even and eyes still closed as the morning light streams through the curtains and warms the skin of my shoulders that were exposed by the shirt falling slightly* *my legs were twisted in the blankets as my soft curls fanned out around my head, body slowly rising and falling with my slow breathing, lips slightly pouted and brows slightly furrowed in your absence* *doesn’t hear you as you quietly come in*

[ancientfrozenglaciershark]

how did mika and chris meet in your au, and what does chris look like? i am Very Intrigued by this au and cannot wait to see where it goes!

I am so glad you like it!!! and over the moon that you asked about it :’) (oh my, i did not mean for this to be so long, it could have been 5 sentences…) (i got carried AWAY during this haha) (i hope you like a little bit of angst :D)(dont worry there will first be 12 pages of fluff haha)

They first met at a night festival, in the Fire Nation. Mika travels a lot for Avatar duties, Chris is a nomadic teacher, spreading wisdom and such from the Northern Air Temple, spending a few months or a year in each village/city, working with children there. Mika was at the festival mainly to study the music, also learn about the culture, it was his first time in that village. Chris was teaching in that village. Mika was wearing a very beautiful mask, he didn’t want people to recognize him, and sitting on the edge of a fountain, admiring the statue, and bending a little bit of the water to the sound of the music. Chris was sitting on the other side of the court yard, drawing(he likes to draw) the scene before him(the the fountain and people celebrating all around) in charcoal. He smiled because the masked man sitting on the edge with a stream of water dancing beside him was a perfect addition to his sketch. As he drew, he watched Mika sway to the music and he admired his mask and pretty clothes, his long silky hair. He had thought drawing him would be enough to appreciate the beauty of the scene, but, no, he needed to meet him. He introduced himself. Mika was flustered at first, but the endearing drawing and Chris’s kind eyes warmed him up fast. Chris was immediately taken by Mika’s eyes and soft voice. Chris is a great conversationalist and they started talking. They quickly bonded over a love for music, Chris plays a few instruments himself. Chris offered to take him around the festival and explain some of the elements of the culture, since it was Mika’s first time here, Mika said yes. They soon ended up at a tea shop, they found they have many things in common. The same favorite tea for starters. Chris talked about the Northern Air Temples and Mika revealed that he has spent some time there. His extensive knowledge and adoration for the culture had Chris’s heart in his throat. Mika still had not revealed who he is. He liked someone seeing him for who he is rather than his title. He has always felt different and odd and like people maybe only love him because he is the Avatar, people around him have shown disinterest in his personal hobbies. But Chris was hanging on to every word of his rambling, and responding passionately. (And he seemed very smart, Mika liked that) He just wanted to keep enjoying that night the way it was. Chris didn’t mind that his new friend, who was passionate but soft spoken, wise but curious, was as wearing a mask. It let him focus on his soft brown eyes and long dark eyelashes, and on his lips. Chris offered to take him on a ride on his flying bison. They admired the lights of the festival below and stars above. They talked about many things. They talked about the stars and Mika started going on about the meanings and constellations from every culture he has studied(a lot). Chris leaned in and they kissed. Chris had fallen fast. He believed he had found the one that night. They stayed together until dawn, talking and laughing and kissing a few more times, enjoying the end of the festivities. They ended up getting breakfast together. They then parted, but they agreed to meet again that night. During the day, Mika received word that he was needed in the Earth Kingdom. He knew he must go. He made a hard decision. He could have left a message for Chris, and come back. But he thought about how he would have to eventually reveal to Chris who he is. He just didn’t want to do that. Chris had also mentioned, in their hours of talking, that he eventually wanted a small, secluded home in the mountains of the Northern Air Temples, that he wanted a simple life. That moment, Mika knew that Chris could never have that with him. And a part of him just wanted to cherish that night for what it was. It was Perfect. Everything would change if he found out who Mika was. Chris wouldn’t want that burden. The responsibility of the Avatar, and being close to the Avatar was not something anyone would desire, he thought. He left. He tried to bury the regret.

Chris waited at the fountain. And waited. His heart stung more and more with every hour that passed. When it was clear that Mika wasn’t coming, he was absolutely devastated. Heart broken. He was worried too. He didn’t know if Mika was okay or not. For days he kept coming back to the spot that they had planned on meeting, but Mika never returned. His heart was broken. For months he thought about him and prayed and longed to see him again. Eventually he left that village and set out to Ba Sing Se, to teach there. He never stopped thinking about his mystery angel.

About a year and a half later, Chris was invited to a birthday celebration for a new friend of his. She was a noblewomen of the city. (Chris makes plenty of friends where ever he travels to because he is a very compassionate, personable being (much like IRL)) It was going to be a large, expensive party, taking place at her palace. She had many notable, powerful friends. Even the Avatar was said to be attending.

ugh i could write so much more after this but I’m going to leave you on a cliffhanger! sorry<3 if you wanna know, let me know!!

About Chris’s appearance, I bet you’re wondering if Chris is bald cause he’s from an Air Nation, hahaha, he is not! (not sure if this fits with ATLA canon but he had to keep the curls:) He has curls maybe a little longer then he’s been letting them grow IRL, pushed back. He is usually clean shaven. Though he got very scruffy after he was initially ghosted by Mika, haha. They also were 25(Chris) and 23(Mika) when they first met. He wears typical Air nation clothing, on the more formal side, he likes to look nice. But yeah typical Chris appearance, pointy ears, lots of eye crinkles, dimples, big guy, 6’3” 230lbs, lots of muscle under his soft airbender exterior :)

i drew a little sketch for you! i haven’t drawn much of this AU but now i am definitely going to make more, thank you, anon, for the encouragement!

[ambroziadelphine]

Madara in the real world: Chapter 2

Prologue Chapter 1

I had just finished my shoot and I was tired as fuck. I had two new bad dragon toys to review, one of them is now my new favorites, but they took about 2 hours to film the whole thing so now, I just needed to edit it and post it within the next few days. I'm glad my upload schedule wasn't messed up, its a pain to have to make up for a missing day. I cleaned up the room after a bit of just calming down, putting on a fresh pair of red shorts and a black sports bra before walking out of the room and into the hallway. I locked the door behind me and walked to my room, seeing Madara sat on one side of my bed, his nose in the Naruto Shippuden books making me smirk.

"I'm surprised you haven't gone to your room yet." I said, stretching as I threw on an oversized shirt.

"I have. Are those clothes meant to be mine?" He asked making me pause.

"They were originally my dads. We can go shopping for your own clothes soon if you'd like." I suggested, sitting on the edge of my bed as I looked at him.

"It would be wise, seeing as we do not know how to get me back." He said, his eyes trained on the book in front of him. I nodded and looked around in thought before I stood up. "Tell me what you do." He said making me blink in surprise.

"Pardon?" I asked, seeing him set the book down in his lap before he looked at me, though he seemed to falter for a split second at the sight of me.

"I'd rather know what you do then not know. I don't see how I can trust you if I don't know what exactly you are doing in your study." He said, his gaze narrowed as he looked at me with a stern expression. I sighed and chuckled.

"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you." I chuckled, sitting back down. "I make adult entertainment videos." I said, seeing him look at me questioningly making me sigh, a slight blush coming upon my cheeks.

"I.. do not follow." He said making my blush darken.

"I make.. sexual, videos.. Content specifically for adults due to the fact I am usually, well.. naked in them.." I said, avoiding his eyes as I felt my face burn.

"So, you're a prostitute?" He asked making me laugh before I covered my mouth.

"Sorry, I've just never been called that before." I said, laughing slightly before I shook my head. "But no, people are not paying me to have sex with them. I make videos by myself and people pay me if they want to see more, or want 'personalized' videos. They can only look at me." I explained, seeing him nod, a slight blush on his own cheeks.

"So.. you're study is..?" He trailed off, trying to find the right word making me sigh.

"It has all my toys and lingerie in there, as well as a bed for obvious reasons." I said, crossing my legs as he raised an eye brow.

"Toys?" He asked hesitantly making me grin.

"You don't think I just use my hands, do you?" I teased, seeing his face turn bright red as he looked away.

"Now I see why you have it locked.." He muttered making me chuckle.

"Its pretty ironic really, since I'm still technically a virgin." I said, chuckling as I got up, walking out of the room and downstairs to grab a water bottle. Madara looking slightly puzzled when I came back up from my quick trip.

"How did you.. start, making these adult videos?" He asked when I entered the room again. "If you've never, had sex.. how did you start this?" He asked making me sigh.

"Long story short, I didn't want to have a job that directly deals with people, where I could make my own schedule and I found this to work. It got me through college debt free so I can't complain. I've got it better then a lot of people in this field and I'm glad about that." I said, shrugging as he seemed to nod, his face deep in thought as his brows furrowed.

"Do you ever regret it?" He asked, glancing at me hesitantly.

"Why should I?" I questioned back, seeing him open his mouth only to close it again. "Besides, I've never been interested in having sexual relations with a man thus far unless they're fictional. If I'm happy where I am, why should I regret it?" I asked, seeing him to be at what seemed like a loss for words.

"Wait.. what do you mean, 'unless they're fictional'?" He asked making me grin cheekily.

"I think that's enough questions for tonight." I said standing up with my hands on my hips. "Unless you plan on sleeping in here, I'm kicking you to you're own room." I said, seeing him narrow his eyes at me.

"Answer my question." He demanded making me grin smugly.

"Why? You want to know if I'd sleep with you?" I teased, his face flushing red as he grew defensive as he stood up.

"Don't flatter yourself. I am a god compared to you." He said, crossing his arms making me chuckle walking up to him and poking his chest.

"I don't know if you're a god or not, but you do have the body of one." I laughed, seeing him huff making me lightly pat his crossed arms. "Don't worry, Madara, I'd do whatever you wanted, if you asked." I said with a grin, watching as he started to choke slightly, rushing out of the room as I chuckled. 

I quickly realized he'd left the books on my bed in his haste making me shake my head lightly. I set the few books in a stack on my night stand, leaving my door unlocked incase he wants to get them later. I walked downstairs and let Seth out for a quick potty break before bed, standing out on my back porch with a sigh, watching as the sun set in the horizon. I leaned against the railing surrounding my back deck, feeling eyes on me as I looked up over my shoulder, spotting Madara's retreating form from the window making me grin, rolling my eyes.

"Seth, come on!" I called, chuckling as I saw the ball of black headed straight for the door which I swiftly opened before he crashed into it. "Careful buddy, you can't go diving through glass." I laughed, locking the patio door and heading upstairs with him hot on my tail. I paused at Madara's door and gave a soft knock. 

"Goodnight, Madara." I called, not waiting for a response before heading into my room and cuddling up in my covers, Seth burrowing under the blankets to curl up by my feet. I sighed happily, drifting off to sleep as my door creaked open quietly, Madara swiftly grabbing the books before making his way out, pausing at the door momentarily as he looked back at my sleeping figure.

"Goodnight.. Alex." He muttered, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

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I woke up the next morning at 7 to Seth jumping on my stomach making me groan, rolling over as I clutched the area.

"Seth.. Why.." I gasped, the dog still trying to jump all over me. "Alright! Alright! Do you want outside or not?!" I yelled, the dog leaping off the bed and skidding on the hard wood down the hall as I huffed, throwing the covers off and throwing on a random hoodie and my Karuma slippers. I made my sleepy way down the stairs, passing Madara as he exited the bathroom, I gave a sleepy wave and headed to the patio door, opening it and walking out into the cold morning air. I frowned a bit as I heard a distinct crunch under my feet as I stepped on the grass, looking down to see a thick layer of frost everywhere which Seth was currently covering himself in.

"It got cold fast." I muttered, hugging my sweater closer to myself as I walked into the kitchen briefly to start the coffee maker. I returned to the door not even a minute later and stood there watching Seth and the surrounding area for a moment, it was nice out again other then the cold; maybe a little more cloudy. I called Seth back in after he finished his business, making myself a coffee as Madara came down in the pair of sweatpants and plain grey sweater I had brought out for him. It wasn't much but would do for now.

"Do you want to go and get clothes for yourself today? I've got a lot of editing to do so I'll need to know how to space out my time accordingly." I said, turning to him as I sipped my coffee. He stared at me a moment and nodded.

"Yes, though I am unsure how to feel about this worlds choices in clothing." He said, looking down at himself making me smirk.

"You look good to me." I said, giving a teasing wink before I turned to look out the window. "We've got the whole day really, so you can take a bit of time choosing what you want." I said, walking past him up to my room.

"Where are you going?" He asked me making me turn to him and raise an eyebrow.

"Don't think I wear this little clothing out in public. Well, not unless I'm trying to impress anyone." I said with a chuckle, taking a little extra effort to sway my hips up the steps to go change. I wonder if he'd snap with enough teasing. I really am asking for it, aren't I? I washed my face, did some makeup and went to my room to change, taking a few moments before finally piecing together the outfit I wanted.

I figured, if I got the courage, maybe I could tease him considering this is quite the short skirt. I had my black cat backpack with me, my wallet and extra items inside as I walked back down the stairs.

"I'm ready when you are." I said, looking around for Madara, doing a full turn around as I tried to find him, suddenly feeling him behind me making me stiffen slightly.

"You're not trying to impress someone?" He asked, his voice sounded a little amused making me grin.

"Nope. I just like to look nice for myself." I said, walking out into the garage and pressing the unlock button on my car keys. I opened the door as Madara stood in front of the car, staring at it hesitantly.

"What.. is this?" He asked making me pause.

"Right, they don't have cars in Naruto when you're there." I said, walking over to him. "This is called a car. Its a machine that's used for transportation, I control it because I'm the only one of us that knows how, and I drive us to wherever we need to go." I explained as I opened his door for him, letting him look around as he cautiously sat inside. I walked over to my side, reaching over my shoulder for my seatbelt and clicking it in place, turning to Madara as he attempted to copy my movements only for it to get stuck as he pulled it out too far that the child lock turned on. 

"Here, let me." I said, chuckling as I grabbed his hand before he yanked it too hard in frustration. I fixed it and buckled him in as he looked away from me.

"I could have done it." He muttered making me laugh.

"Without breaking it? I doubt that." I said making him huff. "Oh, stop pouting. you look like a kicked puppy." I chuckled, starting the car as I pressed a button on my keychain to open the garage, driving out of the garage and closing the door behind me. 

[personamaiden]

Sorting Pokemon Characters with the SSS

Here's all my current typings for Pokemon using my SSS system. Some characters like Max and May, etc are missing, since I don't remember/haven't seen the season yet, they'll be added when said seasons filter in to Pokemon TV.

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Ash - Gryffindor

Ash is pretty stereotypical Gryffindor. Bold and reckless and not afraid to charge into a situation, which has gotten him out of trouble as much as it's gotten him into it.

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Brock - Hufflepuff

Just as Ash is a stereotypical Gryffindor, Brock is just as much the stereotypical Hufflepuff. Loyal to his friends and Pokemon, caring about seeing people and Pokemon's needs met, tending to everyone and everything, even once having to be forced to lay down when sick by his Pokemon.

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Misty - Ravenclaw

Misty is quite a bit of a hatstall, having actually a fairly even mix of traits of all the houses, Ravenclaw and Slytherin ended up just barely edging out on top, Misty's personally doesn't really seem to lend it's self well to Slytherin, so I've put her in Ravenclaw, but trait wise, she might actually fit any of these houses.

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Jessie - Gryffindor

Jessie is a clear Gryffindor, despite being easily the harshest member of Team Rocket, she has a lot of Gryffindor traits, being quite bold, rash, ect.

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James - Slytherin

Again, a bit of a hatstall, this time between Hufflepuff and Slytherin, it honestly depends which version of James your getting to see in the moment, as a part of Team Rocket (especially when around Jessie and Meowth), he is way more Slytherin, being very goal focused and ambitious to catching Pikachu and farthing Team Rocket's goals (the later especially in 5th gen season of the anime). But, has also shown a huge amount of care and concern to his Pokemon , Jessie, Meowth, even others outside of Team Rocket, especially when left to his own devices away from Team Rocket. I put him in Slytherin though, because despite the caring and loyalty in his personality, he's still quite ambitious and determined, in a way the makes me think he's a better fit for Slytherin, as he repeatedly always comes back the Team Rocket ish goals, and determination to catch Pikachu, even with many opportunities to leave.

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Meowth - Slytherin

Meowth very much has the cleverness, determination, pride and ambition of a Slytherin, easily being the most cunning and even determined of Team Rocket, considering he taught himself to speak in human language, despite the difficultly.

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Dawn - Slytherin

Dawn is so focused on her goals for being a coordinator, and her ambition to be like her mother, has loyalty to her friends and Pokemon, and is great at coming up with moves for her contests.

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Cilan - Ravenclaw

Cilan is a hatstall between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, however given Cilan's inclination to learn about everything of interest to him (people, Pokemon, trains, detective work, etc), and a clear curiosity of many things, I think he better fits Ravenclaw, but he does have many of the Hufflepuff qualities as well, much in the manor of Brock.

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Bianca - Gryffindor

She is such a Gryffindor, being rash, quick to jump at things (with little regard to anything else), and adventurous that she stood out as a clear Gryffindor, even though her Hufflepuff traits were almost as high.

[messedupessy]

KAW KAW CROW IS FINALLY HERE (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ❤

Gods this has taken such a long flipping time to finish, I don’t even remember when I started on this but it’s prolly been like  year or something, give or take fifty feet, as he won like a poll I made over on twitter on whose ref I would draw like ages ago, but he is finally done and I am very happy with how he turned out! While the like basic appearance have stayed pretty much the same as it was from the start, so did I have to remake how he looked awhile back because it was just such a mess and he looks so flipping better now!

Anyway so this is Crow, my Seafell Papyrus, who I am going to give some personality info about real soon, I just want to gush a bit more about his design as I am very happy with it xD because before he had like the red scarf thing and a belt on the outside of the jacket, and just so many other things that just didn’t make sense or look good and I am all what were I thinking back then, but that’s like the fun thing to like sit down and redo it, to update it and see how much better I gotten at designing these characters, and just fuck I am so stupidly happy with how he looks, as he is just so stupidly handsome haha! xD

Also the no bullet hole i the skull comment on the ref, it’s because all of my other pirate boys got holes in their skulls, but Crow does not as he died before any so called bullets was needed, so his skull is whole. 

But, time for some proper info and personality thingies down below, also some suggestive things just so ya know but nothing overly detailed, and as a bonus furthest down I put the old design of his outfit for ya all to see, so enjoy!

Crow is only 23, making him the second youngest out of all my skeleton boys.

He is also the second skeleton who is completely gay, who is only interested in one gender, as usually I make them skeletons bi/pan, but with Crow here it just felt right to make him homosexual only, and also gay pirates was very much a very big thing so pfft. So alas you simping peeps out there who aien’t male, he a man only guy.

He is a former pirate, after dying to only then wake up as a cursed skeleton, he finally had the chance to start anew and live his life how he always have wanted away from piracy, although he is a pirate hunter, bit of a vigilante, now instead so still is doing things related to piracy. But he never wanted to be a pirate, but thanks to been the literal son of a very powerful and feared pirate captain, he didn’t have much choice, as there was no way a proper navy or any other law following group would want to take him in.

His crew is a mix of human and monsters, most which are former pirates which he has taken under his wing. One of them are Seafell Undyne aka Fin, who gave him that lovely scar over his face before he succeeded in besting her and get her to join his crew, she is now his right hand woman and second in command.

He is extremely hard working, a bit of a workaholic like all my UF papyruses is, one way or the other, he works hard to keep his crew safe, to hunt down pirates who truly deserves to be hunted down, but he is way better at not working himself to the bone like Edge do, but there are times when he ends up working himself way too hard and into exhaustion. 

His goal is to find his father who is the reason to him and his brother dying and getting cursed, to destroy the artifact that is the cause and probably end killing his father as well. He is a bit revenge seeking when it comes to his father but not so much that he would put his crew in unnecessary risk, the safety of his crew is very important to him.

Very calm and collected, in control, great tactician, shit at naming things, loves to read and to play chess. Greatly cares about the people who works for him and have their safety and well being as the most important thing, a very just man who even though he had a pirate upbringing and been living as such for most of his life, so will he always go out of his way to make sure no innocent people ends up hurt and so on.

But he will break laws time to time if it is needed, not something he likes but sometimes some laws and rules needs to be broken so to do the right thing.

A very busy and driven man, but who will still always make sure that his crew is well taken care of and got all that they need, who often puts others before himself but not so much that he ends up suffering.  

He is polite, a gentleman, he will always give people a second chance because everyone can change if they are given the chance and got the will to do so.  

A bit of a accidental flirt at times, he is a bit dense when it comes to romance and to his own feelings towards someone he is actually crushing on. Mistake what he feels as friendship for awhile before he is able to figure it out, and if he ends up crushing on someone in his crew he will do his best to keep these feelings for himself, as he will fear that since he is the captain that would put the person in a very awkward position since he is their superior, and he just do not want to pressure someone to accept his feelings just because he is their boss. 

He later loses his leg as he saves one of his crew members, from getting crushes by a heavy object falling down, which would had killed his crewmate but which only cost him his leg. As Crow is willing to get hurt, to disregard his own health, to save one of his crew members, since a leg is less important than a life.

He’s a romantic, he loves been taken care of, to have his control taken away and get ordered around by the man he loves. He is a total sub at heart, something he tries to keep hidden as he worries he will lose the respect of his crew if it comes out that their captain likes to be ordered around and not in charge in the bedroom/in a relationship, in truth his crew already know but it’s not their business and they still respect him so much, but he don’t know that they do. 

He have had partners in the past before dying and becoming a skeleton, so he aien’t no virgin. 

And that’s all I’mma share about him for now, need to write info and so on down a bit better so some of the things above might end up changing a bit, might end up editing the text above, but for now it will do yes.

And as a bonus here have the old design of his outfit since there is such a difference to his new one but yet still allot of it is the same haha

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Roses and Wine

I got bored and decided to write this. Might expand on this later on

Yandere (?) Fatui harbingers x servant! Reader x possible traveller?

Nsfw, perv touching, innuendos.

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It has been a very long time since you've seen another person that isn't a Fatui staff or the Harbingers themselves.

Your short skirt is distracting to the other agent that dares to stare at your semi exposed behind that Sandrone had dressed you in.

"More wine, my Lords and Ladies?" Asking them as a cold bottle of red wine rests in your embrace. Pressing up against your chest. Even though you're living in this frigid winter for a long time, thanks for Il Dottore's vials. It's still so cold for you, and like the snow, the Harbingers themselves are just as ruthless.

Pierro gestures for another cup, nodding and blood colored liquid streams out and fills the crystal wine glass.

"Nya-!?" A pathetic cry left your mouth when you felt your exposed butt cheek smacked by someone. You had spilled a drop of wine out of fright.

"Wow comrade, even after all that work. You still attend with us here." It was Tartaglia groping you, your abused body started to squirm. The marionette glared at him from her robotic seat.

"L- lord Tartaglia, please we're in public!" Trying to reason is like talking to a brick wall.

Soft moans can be heard while his gloved hand went beyond your ass, probably squeezing him with your thighs alone.

You dare not plead for help, lest you want them to think of it the other way. "Tch, alright, which one of you came in her and didn't even bother to clean her up?" The youngest harbinger scowled and inserted his hand further in, gaining another melodious groan from your lips.

" You seemed awfully compliant today, Balladeer." Grinned the wise doctor.

" Pipe your mouth bird face, that woman's too troublesome to begin with." Scaramouche couldn't stop staring earlier at your writhing figure, more or less staring at the bottle between your chest.

You couldn't drop it, or else they'll use that as an excuse to punish you. Since you're next to the first Harbinger, you could feel his gaze the most even though he only has one eye.

"C'mere, lil cutie." The ginger haired teen pulled you to his lap, his hands touching you all over. Taking away the booze from your possession.

"What a child, playing with food." Sandrone seems disgusted but her eyes are trained on your legs that stretch and curl up when the 11th harbinger gets more risqué.

"____!" That booming voice could be recognized anywhere. You jumped out of the battle lusted man and peered over the balcony. There could only be one person who'd use your actual name in this world.

Far below where blood is spilled for the audience's pleasure and boast of glory. There's the traveller with a rusty, blood-soaked sword in hand with no flying companion to be seen.

The brandish and clashing of steel rang with such zeal throughout the arena. "Traveller!" Finally, a friendly face.

"Traveller, look out!" You moved a bit over the edge, letting your feet be slightly off the floor. Giving an eyeful

Unbeknownst to you, there are whispers amongst the dreadful social elites while keeping an eye on the gorgeous view in front of them. Saying that whoever defeated the traveller will have you for tonight in Pucinella's words, trying to wingman you with the other Harbingers.

No hesitation, Arlecchino, Childe and Capitano jumped down to the battlefield. Weapons ready, and thirst for the foreigner's blood.

Spooked by both of them, causing you to nearly fall if it weren't for Pantalone pulling you close to him.

"Careful little pearl, you'll get hurt." Face against his chest.

" I'll enjoy you serving me tonight with a new bottle of wine I purchased a week ago." He mumbled into your ear. Knowing him, it's probably spiked for you to consume.

" I am in dire need of a new assistant for my current research." The doctor merely chuckles, thinking of all the expressions the servant could make every time he injects needles and serums into her bloodstream. "Try not to eat any cheese, little mouse. My experiment could be ruined with it."

"Hmm… how about this, all of us join forces, it's a win-win." Columbina suggested, yawning.

" For once I agree with damselette, it's rather foolish of us to be against one another… " Pierro agreed.

" Mmph, this will be worth it then." Scaramouche tossed his hat away.

"get fucked!" - Scribe

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Would you write a fluff/nsfw Druig imagine where he keeps getting cockblocked by the other Eternals leaving him grumpy and pouty so the reader cheers him up?

The Pay Off (Druig x AFAB! reader) xxx fic

I love this idea holy shit-

Druig is such a brat- love him.

Warnings for this fic: Honorific pet names, very slight degradation since it's mostly fluffy, General suggestive content, that leads to playful (though still rough bc it’s Druig) oral sex, (male receiving).

Also side note- I know the gender of the reader isn't specified, I'm going to stick to using they/them, but the reader will be AFAB. When it comes to NSFW, I generally pick AFAB unless specified other wise.

If a submission doesn't include the preferred gender of the reader, I will always default to gender neutral.

(Also to the submitter, sorry it took so long to get this done, my schools been kicking my ass.)

Once again, if you see any formatting/grammatical errors, please let me know!

Enjoy <3

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You loved your family, truly, you did. But sometimes, spending an eternity cramped in a ship with ten other supernatural beings, made things a little...crowded.

Especially, when dating one of, if not, the horniest person on ship, required that you have some privacy.

Really, you and Druig had become commendable when it came to sneaking away from the group unnoticed. Usually, privacy wasn’t an issue, and though keeping your relationship a secret was a little difficult, it wasn’t impossible.

Though, every upside has it’s downs, and for you and Druig, there were three specific instances that broke the camels back. 

The first time, hadn’t been that bad.

The air in Druig’s chambers was hot, the only sound audible, being your mutual groans of euphoria 

Earlier in the day, the boys had decided to go hit up a local tavern for some drinks, and though you were invited, you respectfully declined in favor of finishing a mundane project you had started a few weeks ago. But as the moments of Druig’s absence progressed, so did your need. 

You simply couldn’t help yourself, you had been working for hours, and you were just so pent up and bored. So of course all it had took, was the sight of Druig, bloodied and ragged coming back from some random bar fight to send you over the edge.

So now here you were, riding him. Nails digging into his shoulders, his teeth sunk into your neck, and the bed beneath you slamming against the wall from the ferocity at which both of you were paced.

“Fukin’ ‘ell... you take me so well, darling.”

You were both so close, Druig’s cock had just reached the perfect angle, and your voice was beginning to become hoarse from all your screams of pleasure. And so of course, just as Druig’s fingers had grazed your clit, and just as your eyes had begun to roll back into you head, reality had to come and throw a cold bucket of water over the both of you.

BANG, BANG, BANG.

As the sound of a hand harshly slamming against the door reached both of your ears, you all but squealed, and literally fell off of him. You quickly covered yourself with the blanket, and Druig, still hadn’t moved. Sitting up right, hands still in the same positon, he looked ready to murder whoever was on the other side of that door.

“WHAT?!” He barked. 

“Druuuuiiig, Ajax needs you.” It was Sprite, of course it had to be Sprite. 

Her childlike voice, muffled through the door, couldn’t have turned you both off faster. Druig slowly closed his eyes, and breathed in. His fist closing, and his knuckles beginning to turn white. You bit down on your bottom lip to resist smiling. You slowly crawled over to him, and as you dragged a hand up his bare chest you whispered, “You’d better go see what she needs.” He glared at you, and tensed his jaw.

After a minute of fumbling around to get clothed, all while grumbling and cursing, he had promptly opened and slammed the door behind him.

You desperately tried not to laugh too hard as you overheard Druig and Sprite on the other side of the door.

“The fuck’s got you so pissed?”

“Sprite, if you don't shut the fuck up I might actually strangle you.”

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The second time, had been a little more annoying.

Druig had just slammed you against your wall, your legs circled around his waist, his hand fisting your hair as your lips locked in a malleable heat. Druig pulled back for a second to remove his shirt, and you promptly followed. You started to whine in need as he kissed down your chest, crotch grinding against yours in a delicious friction. As his wandering hands groped and messaged all your crevices, you became hungry, and needy for more.

“Druig” you whined breathlessly, “Stop teasing...” 

He grinned up at you, mouth open about to reply, and it was then, that the delightful symphony of disruption sang it’s tune.

“Y/N! CAN I BORROW YOUR CONDITIONER? IKIRAS KEEPS STEALING MINE AND THIS HAIR DOESN’T JUST FIX ITSELF!”

Kingo’s voice penetrated your senses, and you groaned, both of you.

His fists pounded against the door, and it was then that you unwillingly tapped Druig’s shoulders to let you down. As your feet reached the floor, he rested his forehead against yours and glared. “Don’t you dare open that door.” You sighed, and pecked his lips. 

“You know he won’t go away easily love.” You replied, putting your shirt back on. 

Druig’s mouth twitched, “Fine, then I’ll just kill him.” You snorted. 

Finally you swung your door open.

Though your shirt was on backwards, your hair was out of place, and you were visibly disheveled, Kingo seemed to not notice. You raised an eyebrow, “Is this completely necessary? I’m kind of busy right now.” Kingo gasped as though you had just offended him to the very core. “Y/N... do you have any idea how crucial moisturizing is to my routine? Do you WANT me to go bald?!”

You groaned, “Hold on... give me a minute.”

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The third time, had been the the worst by far.

“Ah, Dru- fuck... just like that.”

Your head crooned back against the headboard, your bottom lip captured by your teeth. Druig didn’t respond, he was to busy giving you the most mind-blowing head of your entire, eternal, life.

Druig’s fingers dug into your thighs, and as his mouth drove into your cunt, he had no issue holding you down anytime you bucked against his face. When you tried to close your thighs out of instinct, his nails dug into your skin, and the look in his eyes was enough to force you to comply as he tongue-fucked you harder. One hand firmly in his hair, another clasped around your bed frame in an attempt you keep you upright, you didn’t know how much longer you’d last.

Then, you heard your door slam open. You gasped, and shoved Druig’s head underneath your duvet, smoothing the surface in an attempt to look natural, all while a chorus of,

“FUCK, SHIT, FUCK-”

sounded underneath your breath.

Sersi was already talking when she waltzed into your room unbothered, with absolutely no regard for privacy. 

“God... Thena really gets on my nerves sometimes, don’t get me wrong I love, her but she can just be so-”

Squeak.

Your hand flew to your mouth, and you tried to keep your eyes not so wide, as a small kitten lick to your core from Druig sent your composure out the window. Sersi stopped, and as she regarded you, her eyebrows stitched in confusion.

“What’s got you all out of place?” You coughed, and clasped your sheets in a white knuckle grip.

“Ah... I’m just... not feeling well...” You mentally kicked yourself.

Sersi raised an eyebrow, “Not feeling well-” “YEP.” you interrupted as you felt a small pinch to your ass. You kicked Druig underneath the covers, hard. “In fact, I actually just puked a few minutes ago.” 

Sersi’s face twisted in disgust. “Oh.” You bit the inside of your cheek. “Yeah, I would actually leave now if you don’t want to catch whatever I have.”

You held your breath as Sersi ticked her jaw suspiciously at you. Finally, she shrugged. “Alright,” She hummed, turning on her feet. “Feel better soon love.”

You sighed when you heard the door click shut.

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In the weeks following those incidents, Druig’s terrifying aura had been amped up to an eleven. Anytime Druig would walk into a room, he would find someway to make everyone miserable. The others were frankly getting annoyed, you on the other hand, found it quite amusing. To think, that a man who could be an absolute teddy bear in your arms could be such a monster after going to long without an orgasm. It was comical, for someone who considered himself a brat tamer, he sure new how to flip the switch. 

Still you weren't much better, you were just as put out as he was, and you almost felt sympathy for the poor man. Which is why, when the others had all decided to visit a festival that came to town, you had promptly sent Druig a mental signal to decline. He most likely would’ve anyway, but the smile on your face when you said you’d have other things to be doing irked him.

“Just what are you planning you little minx?”

You didn’t reply to the mental message Druig sent you, instead you flat out ignored him for the rest of the day until everyone had set foot out of that ship. Everyone, but you, and Druig.

Poor, impossibly horny, Druig.

That night Druig had been reading when you sent a message straight to his mind.

“Come find me...”

He smirked as he approached your room, he had an inkling where this was going.

And when he opened to door, he was not disappointed. 

There you sat, sprawled out on your bed, in a lacy little red two piece. Druig had to refrain himself from breaking the doorknob.

You smirked when you saw him enter, and as he closed the door behind him, you uncrossed you legs and leaned back.

“There you are, I’ve been waiting...”

Druig rotated his jaw, and maintained eye contact as he started to shed his shirt. “I believe you’re the one who’s been avoiding me, darling.”

As he approached you, you grinned. He came to a stop in front of you, and placed a hand underneath your jaw, tilting your head, your half lidded gaze meeting his own dark one. “Trust me, what I have in store for you will make up for that.”

You trailed a hand up his thigh, and stood up slowly. “My poor baby, you’ve been so pent up haven’t you?” You murmured, lips ghosting over his. It was then, you leaned against him, and scoured your mouth over the shell of his ear. “Sit down my love, let me take care of you...”

Druig waisted no time complying. You watched as he took a seat on the edge of your bed, and spread out his legs. Sat up straight, powerfully. Even when he was about to receive, he would always find a way to be in control. 

As you sunk to your knees in front of him, he felt his cock hardening in his pants. The sight of you gazing up at him from below your lashes, chest exposed, and lips parted, was enough to get him going.

You began to smile as you slowly rubbed both hands up and down his thighs, and when you finally grazed his crotch, Druig’s eyes narrowed at you. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here, wouldn’t wanna have to punish such a good girl now would I?” You smiled innocently, “No, of course not.”

It was then, you unzipped his pants, and pulled his underwear to the side. His cock sprang free, and you licked your lips at the sight of it. You took him in one of your hands, though your fingers could barely close around the base. You then leaned forward, and blew on the tip. He gripped the sheets.

You began placing soft kisses up and down his length, hand messaging his base. Finally when you reached where his cock met his balls, you looked up at him and licked all the way up. You did so a few more times, until you reached the tip once more, and finally, took him in your mouth.

“Fuck...”

Druig groaned as the velvet walls of your mouth hallowed around his shaft. Even though this was nothing you hadn’t done before, you still had to take a moment to breathe in through your nose, resisting the urge to gag. Then, you began to bob up and down his cock, with a rhythmic pace. 

Soon enough you were humming around his dick as you took him in and out, over and over again. He threw his head back as you began sucking his cock and messaging his balls in tandem. His hand shot out to close in your hair, not even bothering to give a warning as he started to shove your head up and down his length, fucking your face.

“God... look at you, you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth, bet it must be difficult not being able so fucking whiney, huh?”

Still, you did whine as tears began to stream down your face, you looked up at him, and winked, causing him to only fuck your throat harder. Your hands still inclosed around his balls, you could feel them tightening, he was close.

His hips bucked up more, and he threw his head back in pleasure as your spit dribbled down his cock. It was then, when he looked down and made eye contact with your teary gaze, was he pushed over the edge. 

You felt his salty cum spill into your mouth, and you happily swallowed all of it as he pulled out of you mouth. You rested your head against one of his thighs, panting. He heaved in out in the same fashion. He gazed at you with a lazy smirk, and you were rewarded with a hand petting your head softly, as you smiled lovingly up at your partner. 

He sighed, “That’s what I call fucking pay off.”

3/13/22