#tall and classy probably with a suit

[hislittlestar]

How Lord Lucifer Appears to Me

I’ve created this collage to illustrate how Lord Lucifer presents his appearance in my mind’s eye. This is completely UPG, as he is known for being a shapeshifter and will show himself differently depending on the practitioner. He even changes his appearance to me on occasion.

The first time I saw him he had black hair instead of blonde. He was also… naked. He told me that the reason he was nude was to prove to me that my seeing him wasn’t just my imagination, as I would’ve never imagined seeing a deity for the first time without clothing. This was honestly a great point and also kinda funny. He has a great sense of humor.

From my collage you can probably tell he’s absolutely stunning and hot as Hell (pun intended). Though these pictures don’t nearly do him justice. I’ve heard there’s only one portrait of him to capture his true beauty, which is located in his estate in Hell. I simply cannot accurately convey how damn fine this deity is. Both he and Aphrodite represent Venus, which is the planet associated with beauty.

While he exudes a very masculine presence for me, I’d say his face is a bit androgynous. It’s really pretty with some softer features, nice cheekbones, and a strong jawline. His eyes are these captivating glowing balls of light, like tiny suns. He tends to have a sort of signature smirk on his lips. He’s got long golden blonde hair that’s slightly wavy and ends below his shoulders. He’s muscular, but not overly muscular. He’s tall but not too tall, maybe six feet? He may present shorter to me for my sake since I’m short.

He occasionally wears white and golden armor with intricate patterns of dragon scales and crow feathers. He also sometimes has either two or six large feathery wings that appear as either gold, white, or black. When he’s not in armor, he wears stylish clothing fit for a classy emperor like him. Lots of suits, especially older style suits like Victorian era fashion. Most recently, I saw him in a black silk robe showing his muscular chest hehe.

His voice is smooth and seductive with a hint of a British accent. It’s masculine and low, but not too deep. He’s eloquently spoken and tends to use older English. He enjoys flirting with me and then watching me get flustered. He has an aura brimming with confidence and charm. He’s kind, patient, refined, caring, protective, gentle, warm, wise, perceptive, chivalrous, and easygoing, while still expecting the respect and dignity that he deserves as an emperor.

As for actually physically seeing him, he sometimes appears as a momentary golden sparkle of light in my peripheral vision. The only time I’ve heard him with my ears is one time I heard him chuckling behind me.

Personality-wise Sylus from Love and Deepspace always reminds me of him. As for his appearance, I’d say he looks sort of like Alucard from Castlevania, but Alucard’s nose is a little too thin.

Hopefully with this post others can envision the beauty of my divine partner. My asks are open if anybody has questions. Ave Lucifer ♡

[welcometothehornyjail]

NANAMI.

I remember someone sent in a DYB about how bland Nanami was and I am just so baffled. Like, have you LOOKED at him?!

Tall, broad, great face, great voice, WEARS A SUIT. My fellow humans, a well-tailored suit is to women as lingerie is to men. And Nanami doesn't go for those cheap ass TGIF casual suits, he sports the whole package (with tie).

And he has a package in the package. Nice ass too. We've all seen Mod use the GIFs of him wrapping his tie around his hands, which really does it for me but the one where he picks the dude up by the hair? I nearly drool on my keyboard with that one.

The man is rough-sex coded. Classy on the streets, beast in the sheets. He's observant, he'll see what every little thing he does or says actually does to you. Every twitch you have, every cross of your legs, every swallowed moan, the gnawing of your lower lip, the lustful gazes.

He sees it all and he knows how to exploit it all. He'd be a second rate sorcerer if he didn't know how to exploit what he observes. And if his battles are any indicator, the man has stamina. Sure, he never smiles and he's very serious but that just means he'll take pleasuring you seriously.

That man is not walking away from a night of pile-driving you into oblivion without some intense aftercare to boot. He'll have you screaming in ecstasy to the point he probably has noise complaints from his nightly escapades. He may look bland on the outside but that man hides a wild beast inside and this kitty cat is willing to take the risk of hospitalization to go overtime with that man in the sack.

He just oozes raw sex appeal.

Horny Jail's Anonymous Thirsties

Please remember this is a confessional series; you may interact however you like, but you must always maintain respectfulness and civility with the confessor.

The Nanami fans are going to eat this one up. Since you wrote that much, I'll add both GIFs

[lokidjarin-7567]

Kinktober Day 6: One Night Stand

Nanami Kento x you

Contents: fem!reader x Nanami (JJK), honestly not very kinky and I actually hate this and it’s barely edited but here it is

W/C: 3k

So I think this is overthought and overworked and mostly just nonsense but I love this man and my brain ran away with me, I’ll make it up with filth soon don’t worry <3

Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3

You couldn’t place your finger on why, but the moment you laid your eyes on the man at the bar, you were drawn to him.

He had a certain presence around him, commanding. He was attractive, obviously, with neat, parted blonde hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He was tall too, and well built - a fact you could ascertain even though he was wearing a perfectly tailored pinstripe suit. Honestly, everything about him seemed perfect to the point of obsession - his tie knotted impeccably, the pin exactly straight and his shirt tucked neatly, even though it was long after the usual 9-5 hours.

But he looked tired. Drooping eyes with dark bags under them, and he hadn’t lifted his gaze from the glass of bourbon nestled in his hand except to ask the bartender for a refill. He seemed powerful and stoic, and he looked very much like you wanted to be alone. But just in case he didn’t, maybe you should give him an option…

You finished your drink, grabbing your things from the small corner booth to perch at the bar. You were only a few stools away now, but you were too nervous to speak to him directly, opting instead to order a drink from the bartender. The same as always: a martini, gin, dry, twist. The only ‘classy’ cocktail you could stomach. He nodded at you, moving to make it, and you watched, only drawn away for a moment to check yourself in your compact. You would probably have to freshen up after this drink but your make up was still relatively intact - one of the few perks of working an office job for years.

You put your purse away, looking up to see the bartender placing down your drink… that was wrong. It had an olive. You hate olives. You glanced up, not wanting to complain, only to see that he had his back to you. And there was no way in hell you were going to try and get his attention…

“Excuse me, Sir…” you heard a smooth voice say, and saw the man beside you lift his arm to beckon the barkeep back. “She ordered a twist, not an olive.” He was blunt in the way he spoke, but not rude. Commanding and polite. And he had noticed your order, noticed you. It made you blush.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. I’ll remake it right away.”

“Thank you.” He replied, smiling wordlessly at you as he continued to drink.

“Thank you,” you managed to choke out, forcing yourself to ignore the anxiety ringing in the back of your mind, “I never would’ve asked.”

“It’s not a problem.” You smiled again, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going, but to your surprise, he was the one who continued, “I’m Nanami, by the way.” You introduced yourself just as your fresh drink was served. You thanked the bartender while he apologised profusely, although you couldn’t help but notice that he was aiming most of his regrets at Nanami.

“I haven’t seen you here before.” He muttered once the barkeep had gone, his eyes never wavering from yours.

“No, it’s my first visit here. My office just moved location to a few streets down, so I figured I would test some of the bars in the area.” You paused, cautious of how fast you were talking. Relax. “Do you come here often?” He nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

“Depends on how late I’m working, but at least weekly.”

“What do you do?”

You hadn’t realised how close you had moved to him until your knee hit his while you were listening to him talk. You must have been leaning in subconsciously, mesmerised by him, but by the smirk on his lips halfway through his sentence, he didn’t mind.

“Sorry, I’ve been going on… I have a lot of enthusiasm for anything besides my work…”

“What’s your plan then? If you don’t enjoy your work, what are you aiming for at the end of it?” He cocked his head at the candour of your question, a more serious expression falling over his face.

“I… I want a house by the beach. A life without working hours. Or maybe just a job that… makes a difference. A real difference to real people, not just to the top 1%. I don’t really mind beyond that.” He sighed, finishing his drink quietly. You could see a lot of yourself reflected in his attitude. You wanted nothing more than to escape the routine, the boredom of it all, the constant feeling of worthlessness you were burdened with from working in finance. You just wanted something outside of that monotony. Outside of the greyscale.

He laughed humourlessly, placing his empty glass on the bar.

“Sorry, I ruined the mood.”

“No, no, I was just… well, I was just thinking about how nice that sounded.” You smiled at him, but it took a moment to realise that your hand had fallen to his thigh. You blushed, embarrassed, starting to remove it but he stopped you, his own hand falling on top of yours. Cold, but not uncomfortably so, his long fingers wrapping around your palm, thumb drawing lazy circle on your wrist.

“Did you maybe want to grab another drink at mine? It’s only a few streets away and the bar’s closing soon…”

“I’d love to.”

It had started raining, and you hadn’t brought a jacket with you. Luckily, you didn't mind the rain, a fact he seemed appalled by when you walked straight out into it without batting an eye. He didn’t have much of a choice but to follow, your hand still wrapped in his. You were both soaking by the time you reached the lobby of his apartment building, dripping in the elevator as you made your way up the many floors. You watched the number tick up hand in hand, your head rested gently on his shoulder. It would’ve been a good time to kiss him, but something stopped you. Something told you if you kissed him now, the night would end. You would fuck and fall asleep in each other’s arms and then you would never talk again. You didn’t want that. You found him fascinating, and as much as you wanted to fuck him, you weren’t ready for the night to be over.

His apartment was gorgeous - panoramic views of the city, minimal but tasteful furnishings, and a beautiful floor-to-ceiling book shelf full to the brim of classic literature. You made a beeline for it as soon as you had removed your shoes, the first time since you left the bar that you had let go of his hand, although it somehow felt colder now it was gone. You recognised a few titles, running your fingers over the spines as you read the names to yourself, marvelling at the perfectly alphabetised collection.

“I don’t know why I keep buying them - I haven’t had a chance to read them all yet. Not enough time.” He had moved beside you, arm touching yours with a warmth you hadn’t expected. He had taken off his suit jacket, his shirt almost completely dry beneath it, a welcome feeling next to your bare arms.

“I’ll help you.” You mused quietly, “We can divide and conquer.” He smiled at that warmly, his eyes seeming to brighten with it. After a blissful second, he seemed to come to his senses, tearing his eyes away from you and sighing in a way that suggested frustration with himself.

“Oh I’m sorry, you’re soaked through, let me get you a towel…” Before you could object he had rushed away, and taken his warmth with him, but he had left you smiling like a school girl.

After you had dried off just enough to not drip rainwater all over his floor, he offered you a drink. You accepted gratefully, and he motioned you to his sofa. You sat at the far end, curling your legs up so you could face him. There was something hypnotic about the way he moved. It was almost lyrical, the fluidity of his arms as he reached to grab a pair of tumblers from his cupboard, the ease with which he opened the scotch bottle, the ever so slight strain of his shirt buttons as he walked. He handed you the drink, fingers brushing slightly, and you thanked him, taking a sip and nestling it carefully in your palm. He had sat close to you, achingly close, the side of his thigh pressed tightly against your shins. It was comforting.

You couldn’t help but watch as he got comfortable in his own home, removing his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves, meticulously intruding and folding his tie, placing it carefully on the table next to the cufflinks, undoing just his top shirt button, allowing you to steal a glance at his collarbone and the hollow of his neck. You wanted nothing more than to run your tongue across the pale skin there, hear his groan into your ear…

You snapped out of your daydream when he started to talk, taking a sip of scotch to wake yourself up.

“I’m glad you moved to sit at the bar tonight.” You nearly spit out your drink.

“How do you…” You hadn't seen him look up from his drink once all evening, so you weren't sure when he had time to notice you…

“I saw you come in.” You laughed in disbelief, a playful smile falling across your lips, but he looked serious. “You looked tired. Frustrated. You were squinting at your phone and nearly bumped into three people on your way to a booth.” Jesus, he really had noticed you. “And then you put your phone away, and I could see your whole body visibly relax. You were just watching people, looking at the world go by. I couldn't tell, but I thought you might've been…”

“What?” You whispered, whole body tense as you listened to him speak about you in such vivid clarity.

“Sad. You looked sad, at the lives other people seemed to have. The joy. Not jealous, just… resigned to the fact you don’t have that.” God, he was good. You chuckled without warmth, casting your eyes away from his and to your drink.

“You should be a shrink, you know…”

“No I just… I know that look.” You smiled, tucking your legs up to your chest and draping your arm across the back of the sofa. He wrapped his arm around your legs in a way that seemed instinctive, natural even, pulling you into his chest just a little bit, just enough to feel that gorgeous warmth emanating from him again. “So, what does your future look like? Away from a corporate life?” He echoed your earlier question, and you thought for a moment, gazing into his eyes, hoping for some inspiration.

“A cottage in the countryside, maybe in a historic village somewhere. A sprawling garden with runner ducks and cats and fruit trees. A vintage sewing machine and a record player and a library.” You paused, taking a sip of your drink to try and pull yourself away from your imaginary life before you got too attached. “I just want my future to be something… relaxing, and beautiful. Something or somewhere I can be content. And if I have to work, let it be somewhere I can make a difference. Even if I’m not happy, as long as I’m making a difference...” He began to run his fingers across your thigh in slow circles, his deep brown eyes scanning your face with an intensity you’d never seen before. It was… recognition. Acknowledgment.

“To being content… or making a difference.” he muttered, raising his glass to you, and you repeated the toast, lightly touching the rim to his before finishing the last of it.

You had just started to talk about something trivial when he noticed you shivering. You honestly hadn't even realised, so hypnotised by him that you didn't quite feel real, your body taking over while your mind just let itself admire him. His hand slipped over yours, a concerned look crossing his face.

“You’re freezing.”

“I’m fine, really…”

“No, you’re shivering. Let me get you a blanket or…”

“Or…” you paused, placing down your glass and allowing your now free hand to fall to his chest, “maybe you’ll could think of a creative way to warm me up…” His whole demeanour shifted, the worry replaced with a dark expression, a smirk falling to his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…” You muttered in response, stretching your leg across his laps and shifting your hips so you were straddling him, lips now only inches from his. “I heard it’s always best to take off wet clothes…” Your lack of recent flirting practice was showing, and you almost cringed at your own awful line, but the noise was stifled in your throat as he firmly pulled your lips to his. He breathed up into you, needy hands in your hair and teeth catching your lips as you smiled against him, settling your hips onto his lap. It didn't take long for his hands to fall to your waist, squeezing the soft flesh there in a way that made you whine, grinding down onto him ever so slightly.

“God, been thinking about this since I saw you walk into tonight…” he breathed against your collarbone, pressing a sloppy kiss there as you tried to catch your breath. You ran your nails through his hair as he did, and his teeth caught you, biting down and sucking in a deliciously painful way that was sure to leave a mark. It made your hips buck even more, so sensitive after making yourself wait longer than you ever would have for a one night stand, and you could feel him growing hard against you now. He pulled off your soaking top, leaving you in your bra and skirt as your fingers fell to his shirt buttons, deftly undoing them and running your hands over the broad expanse of muscle there. You needed him closer, but even as you pulled his chest against you, it wasn't enough. You needed him inside you.

“You look perfect like this…” he muttered, hands falling to your hips and rocking you back and forth against his length, your core throbbing, and you were already panting with need.

“Nanami…” You could already barely speak, wound up from hours of tension and obsession, needing release, needing something to alleviate the aching that was threatening to tear through you. “I…” The words didn't come, so you moved your hands to his trousers instead, trying to undo the button there but they were shaking. He caught what you were trying to say quickly, gently moving your hands and doing it himself, pulling himself from his boxers. He was bigger than you expected, the tip pink and leaking as it bounced against his stomach. You were impatient, not wanting to undress any more, setting yourself up perfectly above him and pulling your panties to the side. Your core was soaking, so ready for him, but his hands on your hips paused you. One trailed up to your face, holding you by the chin and pulling your lips to his.

“That’s better…” he whispered before releasing you, letting your forehead fall to his before you finally sunk down onto his cock. You both groaned with the feeling, your open mouths meeting briefly as you took more of him into you. The stretch was painful, but in such a perfect way it didn’t matter, and as your lips parted, your breathing got heavy in the small space between you. Your hips met his, and you moaned, feeling so completely and perfectly full. The hands that had settled on your hips moved to your ass and began to guide you up and down, gripping tight as you slowly lifted yourself off, savouring the feeling of him dragging inside your walls. Your arms draped around his neck, pulling him closer as you rode him until you were breathless, your sweat and pants filling the air between you. You were getting close quickly, the angle he was hitting mixed with the way your sensitive clit was grinding against him with every thrust. He was marking you now, hard love bites across your chest that made you whine, the sting delicious, and your hips started to stutter.

“I… oh fuck… I’m close Nanami.” It was electric, every single time he touched you sending you to new level of pleasure and you couldn’t help but moan unabashedly.

“Mhm… I’m close too…. never wanted anything… more than this… fuck…” His ramblings against your chest was enough to send you over the edge, blinding pleasure washing over you in waves as you felt him reach his peak too, hot seed filling you as you tried to catch your breath, body falling limp against his shoulder.

You showered together. Talked some more. Had another drink. Fucked again. He ate you out until you were writhing on the bed, screaming his name. Then you fell asleep with his arm wound tightly around your waist.

You woke up before him. Quietly collected your things and slipped out.

You wanted to leave your number. You really did. But even though you’d only met him a few hours ago, you knew he was the only thing that could keep you in the city. After everything you spoke about, everything you dreamed about with him the night before, you were done with the city. You needed out. You wanted back to your old life.

You had been offered a position at your alma mater a few months back. It was dangerous to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer, so you had declined, but you knew now this way of living was much more deadly.

Maybe that was the reason you had been drawn to him. Maybe he was the push you needed to finally be who you were.

[immoralimmortals]

Akatsuki members as perfumes i own

I couldn't sleep last night because I am haunted by visions that are so very specific to me and my needs. These are all indie company perfumes currently available for purchase or seasonally available. I am a creature of my senses, and therefore I am not bound only with the curse of associating music with characters, but also scents.

Pain: The People You Love Become Ghosts Inside You from Death & Floral

Description: Heavenly musk, lingering funeral flowers, cold scent of vanilla in an empty corridor, handprints on a foggy window

This is a scent known by its fans to invoke deep emotion. It has funeral lillies to a T. The title is the main reason for my choice, though I can imagine him smelling like this. It's the definition of cold and formal, like the corpses he drags to do his bidding.

🥀

Konan: Mnemophilia from Nui Cobalt Designs

Description: Stately gardenia, antique sandalwood, Florentine iris, pearl musk, jasmine absolute, neroli, and liquidambar.

This is a scent which contains notes I have not experienced anywhere else. It is like...you took the idea of a mirror and gave it a smell? It is pristine, classy, and oh so very melancholy. It makes me thoughtful, it reminds me of glass or crystal. Another "cold" scent, similar to Pain's but more of a sister than an imitation of it. Less about death and more about memory, as the name entails.

I also considered Billet Doux from Possets, which is meant to evoke a perfume-stained love letter. Also very clean and classy, but actually brings the impression of paper and ink. Also noticeably a lot sweeter than Mnemophilia! Perhaps more for her when she was young and in love.

📷

Obito: The Emperor of Ice Cream from The Strange South

Description: Limp flowers on a windowsill, strawberry ice cream, tobacco leaves, tonka, and a dribble of young blood.

Saccharine with something to hide. The blood note on its own (i was able to try it) is actually very fruity, like strawberry. I think the visualization of dripping blood and strawberry syrup being the same is wonderful. The tobacco comes through as the scent fades, becoming more mature over time.

👑

Zetsu: A Roll in the Hay from Alkemia

Description: dried hay, fresh green grass, early summer wildflower honey, vanilla grass, vanilla leaf, and wild poppy.

This one really just smells authentically like true to life hay. I can't wear it all the time but it's so, so distinct when I do. It's a scent for when I want to imagine I'm all alone, deep in a field of tall, dried grass. The only thing is that it is probably far too innocent for him. He would not *want* to smell like this.

But I do. Because it's great.

...Okay he'd actually smell like Esprit de la Terre from Alkemia which smells like pine trees, but I don't like pine trees! I'm going to make him suffer and smell like vanilla.

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Hidan: Damned Nightfall from Death & Floral

This scent is fucking purple lmao. The violets are a little powdery, like the visage of something pure, and the rest is DARK. It clings to my skin with those deep resins first and foremost like incense being burned. Despite all the food notes, not one lick of sweetness, frankly not a bit of edibility. This is a badass vibe like a jaguar hunting in the dark. It bites if I put too much on.

Description: the deepest and darkest amber blended with violets, black labdanum, vanilla absolute, espresso absolute, fresh cocoa beans, and honey

There are scents that exist that mean to invoke the smell of blood, but none of them are real enough to suit him. However, the metallic nature of Scythe from Possets is very impressive and real with a suitable name for the Jashinist.

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Kakuzu: JFK and Jackie from Possets

First and foremost, this scent is old school. The leather reminds me of what Kakuzu's skin may be like; I read a fic way back describing his earth grudge causing it to have that kind of texture. Perhaps this is what he'd smell like if you somehow convinced him to give you a hug. You know. Somehow.

Description: A snap of the finest leather, a bit of oakmoss, combined with tabac blonde essence, a whiff of tea, and the warmth of silk. 

There are scents that smell like money, but I do not actually like the scent of money. I'm sorry Kakuzu.

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Deidara: Morton Salt Girl from Death & Floral

I know salt doesn't smell. I know it doesn't. But this is what salt smells like. If you ever get opportunity to try this, do it. It's so unique. I think this would be a wonderful scent to imagine for his clay; it is so distinctly earthy, and the salty aspect reminds me of smelling playdoh as a kid (and putting it into my mouth).

Description: yellow musk, salt, and rain on concrete.

🧂

Sasori: Forbidden Library from Nui Cobalt

This is what his puppets smell like. It's what they smell like! I do not make the rules! It is deep, it is softly masculine, it is beautifully woody. This is the phantom that haunts the abandoned castle library, who crawls out of the ancient tome in your fingers.

Description: The vanillic scent of aging paper infused with ceremonial incense, venerable bookshelves of black oak and sweet himalayan cedarwood, a hint of mossy stone, and an undercurrent of faded suede.

Bonus points: this is one of the few perfumes I reach for on the weekly. It's so, so pleasant.

📜

Kisame: Two Cups of Tea, a Monsoon, Me and You from Death & Floral

Description: rain on cracked soil, wet creosote, a swelling monsoon, desert cedar, black tea. 

I am one of the only people that seem to take this as floral. The storm is there, it is humid and sticky and moist like rain in the summer, but I distinctly get flowers behind it all. I think it suits him. (And it is one of few aquatic scents that don't smell like laundry to me nor like cut grass).

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Itachi: Ghostfire from Alkemia

Has the distinct impression of paleness against a night sky, like a star or a will-o-wisp. It's a strange but haunting combo of melting candle wax and melon. There is a sugared and floral version of this scent called Foxfire, which perhaps encapsulates him before everything went downhill.

Description: A luminous attraction of ethereal white ambers. Hauntingly beautiful.

Another Alkemia scent is Burning Roses, which is exactly what it says on the tin but with the unfortunate addition of labdanum, which this iteration of hates my skin chemistry with a passion. Oh, what could have been...

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[seeingteacupsindragons]

I keep thinking about this photo and the way Miyoshi characterized them with their new, modern outfits so well.

Miyoshi has talked actually quite a bit about the character designs for the characters in this series, and it's very obvious how much thought and care was put into each of them--to the point of having Billy designed before chapter one.

And I think that's really reflective here, even in these normally impossible outfit choices.

Let's start with Louis: He's the only brother wearing color (blue jacket, orangey-brown boots), as William and Albert are both in head-to-toe neutrals. Louis has a lot of that, too, but Louis has this thing going on where...none...of his clothes...quite...go...together.

He's wearing what looks to be joggers??? With a very nice ribbed turtleneck sweater. Just wildly clashing formality levels here. And a nice hooded duffle jacket, which falls in a weird formality level between those two extremes and doesn't quite work with the turtleneck. A hooded jacket and turtleneck is, ah, not what one would consider a particularly "fashionable" choice. And then's he wearing what looks like hiking work boots. Those are not fashion boots, either, and they're not sneakers.

My point is, what even is this combo? He looks like he got dressed in the first things his hands grabbed out of the closet and then shoved the only pair of shoes by the door on his feet on his way out of the door--his pants are tucked into them, but lazily. The shoes have fake elastic laces, which look childish and are also lazy. He does not care.

And Louis has never been one for looks over practicality: he scarred his own face because it was expedient and useful. And yet there's a pop of color and life to him that his brothers and their mental issues don't quite have. A childishness to the rushed mismatch of things and the most casual clothes any of the brothers have.

William will be quicker, mostly because I already talked about the fact that's he's dressed like a beatnik, a subculture known for its focus on art, anti-commercialism, and equality. So. Yeah.

But William also looks a little like Louis in that he probably doesn't care much about his appearance: he probably has a closet just full of all black clothing he can always match and a neutral, plain trench with no adornment.

He's also dressed to attract as little attention as possible. He's attractive, of course, and his clothes look nice and fit well. But they're incredibly unremarkable, with no accessories or styling to them. No sparks of bright colors. Just there, fitting in, going unnoticed, much like his regular ol' suit in the main canon. If he dressed like Louis, it would attract attention by being different so he puts a little more effort in.

And last, Albert. Albert is the only one of his brothers wearing accessories: that scarf is a fashion scarf, not a functional one (for all that it seems a little chilly, as they're all wearing coats over what appear to be sweaters). He has gloves. I think I've seen those fashion booties in the Women's department. His collar is popped and his pants are cuffed.

But none of those are flashy, expensive accessories. He's not got a 2k dollar watch or cufflinks or furs or even any color. He's in neutrals just like William, and his clothes are rather plain. But the focus with him is on the way he wears them: he's put effort into the scarf and gloves and making sure those very closely fitting pants go OVER the boots and then cuffed them to show off the boots even though they don't appear long enough to need the cuffing for height (and he's mfing tall, like, finding pants for those legs must be hard enough). He looks nice, he looks fashionable and neat and well-cared for...but he doesn't look like a dandy. He's not trying to peacock around. It's a very subtle, classy way to look well-dressed without feeling like a misuse of funds or rubbing it in anyone's face.

None of Louis's items of clothing go together, but it's all very practical and it functions, and that's what matters, right?

All of William's clothing goes together because he bought the blandest items possible because he doesn't want to think about himself or have other people think about him. He's busy thinking about Math and Sherlock.

Albert wants to be classy and subtly fashionable without being an ostentatious asshole.

And it all just works really for their personalities, and I just love the attention and care put into things like that to make sure you can really feel and recognize the characters from a glance (like when Miyoshi was discussing the importance of giving William and Sherlock such distinct silhouettes despite being the same size and width).

It's a lot of work, and work well done, so I want to appreciate it all with you.

[noforkingclue]

Kisses (James 'Spider' Webb x OC x River Cartwright)

Summary: The Park always have the best Christmas parties. Unfortunately this year, not everyone agrees

Slow Horses tag list: @cillmequick

There was always something to say about Service Christmas parties. The job was fucking serious which meant that people always needed to unwind. As such, the parties were always fucking great. Good food, an open bar and for once, some time to really let your hair down and forget about the seriousness of the job for one night.

River was standing to the side, observing the crowd. He took a sip of his pint, savouring the taste. It was a good beer, probably for some poncy microbrewery that knew how to keep its mouth shut about who it was supplying for. He has put a lot of thought into his outfit. Smart but still with a hint of casualness about it. No tie and the top couple of buttons of his shirt were undone. After all, Becca wasn’t overly impressed by flashy displays of wealth. Yes, he was well paid but there was no need to flaunt it in people’s faces. Unlike another person he knew… He grinned to himself as he spotted a familiar glimpse of red hair and downed his pint, pushing his way through the crowd.

James was on the other side of the room to River. He sipped his whiskey and winced at the taste. He wasn’t usually a whiskey person but he wanted something that made him seem… classy. Tailored suited and handmade shoes. Even though this was a party there was no need to slob it up so his tie remained on and his shirt fully done up. After all, you never knew when you might be called back to duty. This might be a party and yes, it was slightly more relaxed, but still you needed to be on your guard. He took another sip of his whiskey and walked around the outskirts of the party, trying to find his friend. He relaxed as he saw the comforting sight of Rebecca’s red hair and made his way towards her.

Rebecca broke off from the middle of the group feeling pleasantly buzzed. She finished the rest of her drink and made her way over to the buffet table. The Service always put on a good show at these sorts of things. No expense paid after all. She got to the table and looked around for something to eat. Just then a hand landed on her shoulder. She looked up at as the person said,

“Mistletoe.”

“Oh.” Rebbeca glanced up and felt her cheeks get hot, “right.”

“It is tradition after all. Do you mind…”

“Not at all. Just like you said, it’s tradition.”

Surprisingly rough hands cupped her cheeks as he leant in and pressed his lips against hers. Rebecca could faintly hear drunken whoops of joy around them.

River froze at what he saw. Of course the cunt would use mistletoe to get what he wanted. River couldn’t see the face of who Becca was kissing but he could see the familiar blonde hair to know that it was Spider. Damn cunt. Of course he’d take advantage of her like that. Not giving her any choice and playing on tradition to manipulate her into kissing him. River could feel the unfamiliar coil of jealousy in the pit of his stomach. He needed some air.

James froze when he saw Rebecca under the mistletoe kissing someone else. And he knew exactly who that person was. River fucking Cartwright. Only he’d be the type of person to get someone under the mistletoe just to kiss them. Couldn’t Cartwright see that Rebecca wasn’t interested in him in that way? But oh no, Cartwright couldn’t bare not to be Rebecca’s favourite. Cartwright wasn’t even interested in Rebecca until he found out that James was. James turned on his heel and marched outside. He needed some fresh air to clear his mind.

Rebecca broke the kiss and looked up at the agent. Tall (well, everyone was tall compared to her), handsome, blonde. Fuck, was everyone agent in Service blonde? She’d seen him around and thought his name was Harry. Yes, definitely Harry. She remembered him getting some files from Molly. Harry smiled down at her.

“Happy Christmas.” he said

“Happy Christmas.” she replied

James let out a sigh of relief as he finally left the party. The cold December air was surprisingly refreshing although, being in the middle of London, it was hardly fresh.

“Satisfied?”

He looked over sharply at the familiar voice. River was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and glaring at him. James gave River a cold look and took another sip of whiskey. He made sure not to wince at the taste. He couldn’t let River see him wince at something as simple as the taste of whiskey. River pushed himself off the wall and slowly made his way towards Spider. They were the only two out there. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying the open bar to want to go outside in the cold.

“It was a dirty and low move, even for you.” said River

“What the fuck are you talking about?” asked Spider, “think you’ve had a bit too much to drink, mate.”

“You and Bec- Rebecca.”

“What about us.”

“Under the mistletoe. Couldn’t even find the balls to kiss her without resorting to that.”

“What the fuck do you mean? It was you who-”

River and Spider made eye contact and came to the same conclusion. Spider groaned and ran a hand through his hair and gave River a disgusted look. River looked slightly guilty for a fraction of a second before he masked it again.

“So,” River said after a tense couple of seconds, “what are we going to do about this.”

“You mean, work together?”

Spider wrinkled his nose at the thought and River shared his sentiments. However, he was able to mask his feelings better. Spider was never going to make it as an agent if he couldn’t even do that.

“Well,” said River, “I do have one idea.”

“Only one? Slacking there Cartwright.”

“Fuck off.”

*

Rebecca grimaced when she saw the email in the New Year when she came back from leave. She looked over at Molly as she wheeled past her.

“Since when did mistletoe become banned?” She asked

“Apparently people complained to HR,” said Molly as she handed Rebbeca some files, “now back to work.”

As Rebecca turned back to her work Molly watched her intently.

“And seeing you certainly enjoyed yourself under it, I can only wonder who would do that.” Molly said under her breath

[astroyongie]

Waiting for gfriend members ideal type 😩

Gfriend Ideal Types

Sowon

Her ideal type is someone who is physically well arranged

like someone who dressed well and classy

(mostly like suits and bottom ups)

she is most attracted to people that have that rich kind of vibe

her ideal type is probably someone older than her

with well arranged hair

a fair skin

strong bone structures

someone that is stable in their life

her ideal life is someone with a big career status

probably blue money as well

someone who's personality is mature and reliable

someone she can lay on

so basically it gives daddy vibes in a sense ?

her ideal type will take care of her in all areas of her life

Yerin

In Yerin's case we are in a different partner

yet they till share some traits with Sowon's

Yerin's ideal type is someone who is very family oriented

someone who sees her as wife material

that isnt around to play and actually takes their role seriously

Yerin's ideal is someone tall

that is reassuring

and vibes that paternal vibe as well

yet someone that can be sensitive

there' sth need of having an emotional connection between the two

her ideal type loves children

and they are good at communicating their needs

and understand her on the emotional level

physically her ideal type is someone who has a strong chest

(they need to beeenchhhh)

and is mor eon the Lean type

Eunha

in her case, her ideal type is someone who is very talkative

someoen who knows how to use their words

a flirty person

someone sociable that her friends and family will like

her ideal type is someone who is always the life of the party

Eunha like people who are versatile

and can adapt to any situation outside

they are someone she can rely on when her batteries are out

physically her partner has strong arms

she probably is into people who are muscular

who go to the gym

someone that cares about what other people say and think

and thus put work on themselves in a way

(which in my opinion isnt the best thing but it's according to her chart)

Yuju

Yuju's ideal type is the secretive and emo type

someone with a more dark energy

someone she "can fix" in a sense

her ideal type is the sexy type

with dark long hair

with a strong gaze

cat like or foxy depending not her likings

she is into people that are sensual when they walk

when they talk

that gives assuring energy

her ideal type is someone possessive

someone that will take care of her and will show passion

because emotional connection is super important to her

physically someoen who has a big booty will do

she isnt much into physical features as long as the person has the vibe

yet she might prefer sharp features

SinB

In SinB's case her ideal type is someone funny

someoen lighthearted

who has a big gentle smile

a strong neck

a very sweet voice, something that can smooth her

her ideal type is tall

physically strong

masculine energy in a sense

someone who eats well

who is balanced in their life

her ideal type might also be someoen who has a good work

so professional success, career and financial background are things to take into consideration for her ideal partner

she is also more into the sensual type

but like cute sensual? a little mix of the two

but overall someoen who is fair and balanced

who loves the good things and the little pleasures of life

Umji

this girl is into rock stars

mostly her ideal type is the type of people everyone turn their head to

someone who is naturally handsome

who steals the spotlight whenever they are

someone with luxurious hair and deep gaze

if they have a big chest that's defintily a plus

Umnji's ideal type is probably someone that shares her job

so someone that works inside the industry as well

her ideal is someone she can laugh with

who has a great sense of humor

who is jovial and just has a overall bubbly personality

they still need to be protective over them

and gossip with her about people's life

she wants a partner for life

a friend

a friend with whom she can share passion with

[darcydarlingdabbles]

🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 1

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��The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra

🎙️ “Ah, such a timeless classic, don’t you think, my darlings? There’s something irresistible about the way one looks when they’re completely unaware of their effect on others. Tonight, we’ll witness a little magic unfold, where eyes meet, and the world tilts on its axis. Now, sit back and let the music take you to the night where everything changed...” 🎙️

🎶Someday, when I’m awfully low.

When the world is cold. I will feel a glow.

Just thinking of you. And the way you look tonight. 🎶

The scent of cigarette smoke and gasoline clung to Lucifer’s leather jacket as he tried to blend into the shadows at the corner of The Red Horizion’s bar.

Red velvet ropes and crystal chandeliers were a far cry from the bloody trenches that still haunted his dreams. But he was used to taking odd jobs…and fancy-ass supper clubs paid in steak.

Which would be worth all every sideways glance he was getting in the meantime.

Lucifer's well-worn clothes, inked hands, and scuffed boots stood out like oil stains on silk among the tailored suits and cocktail dresses. He tried to comb some order into his blonde hair, forever tousled by the wind that rolled through it whenever he got on his bike.

The alpha might not be tall and imposing, but he was strong for his size. He could hold his own.

And the stares and murmurs from the elegant crowd prickled at his nerves.

With a sigh, Lucifer rolled up his sleeve, revealing the intricate black tattoos snaking from elbow to fingertip. That usually kept the hostile looks at bay—for fear that their disapproving stares lead to meeting the eyes of the disreputable drifter in their midst.

As a plate of medium-rare steak appeared, the alpha’s stomach growled.

“Your place always this hopping?" Lucifer observed, cutting into his meal.

Peter, the host and seemingly reluctant fulfillment of the chef’s work arrangement with the head chef, shrugged. "Friday nights at the classiest place in town, you know how it is, sir."

Lucifer didn't, not really.

He’d been out of touch with the classy parts of the world since the war—and being dishonorably discharged meant he wasn’t likely to find his way back in to any pearly gates any time soon. And Peter seemed to know it.

But the alpha grunted in agreement anyway, focusing on his food as the booths and the dance floor filled.

Lucifer found himself considering a hasty retreat. He was about to ask the preppy little beta host if he could wrap it up to go, when the entrance doors swung open.

And a vision in red entered the room.

🎶Tearin' my fear apart

Touches my foolish heart🎶

Lucifer couldn't tear his eyes away. all thoughts of leaving evaporating like mist in the morning sun.

The newcomer cut a striking figure, lithe and graceful with an air of refined elegance. Bright hazel eyes sparkled behind round glasses that framed by a face dancing on the edge between masculine and feminine.

A practiced smile played on his lips as he approached the coat check.

Lucifer's nostrils flared instinctively, but from this distance, he couldn't discern if the stranger was a beta or an alpha.

As the man removed his overcoat, Lucifer's eyes widened. Shamelessly taking in every slender curve and line.

Beneath was an ensemble of deep crimson button down and jet black vest, tailored to perfection and utterly eye-catching. It was a bold choice, especially if...

Could this man be an omega?

The blonde alpha dismissed the idea with a snort, before taking up his brandy and having another gulp.

Omegas favored pastels and softness, and males were more than rare.

Probably just some dandy alpha trying to make a statement. Not that it mattered to him—he'd gladly tumble into bed with anyone if they looked like that.

The alpha shook his head, transfixed.

Lost in his appreciation, Lucifer forgot himself. He knew he was staring, his gaze lingering far too long to be polite.

He silently prayed he wouldn't get caught ogling the beautiful man like some kind of creep. But luck was not on his side tonight.

As if feeling the weight of Lucifer's stare, the stranger turned. Hazel eyes, bright behind round glasses, locked with Lucifer's own.

🎵 Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm

And your cheeks so soft🎵

Lucifer's heart stuttered in his chest. Embarrassment heated his cheeks at being caught red-handed. He braced himself for a scowl, a glare, any sign of the man's displeasure with his uncouth leering.

Instead, to his shock, the stranger's practiced smile melted into something warm and inviting. Brownish [ink lips curled at the corners, transforming that polite expression into a grin just this side of wicked.

Lucifer's mouth went dry. wondering if those lips tasted as sweet as they looked.

A melody soared in Lucifer's mind, drowning out the chatter of the supper club. Leaving nothing behind but this resplendent stranger.

🎶There is nothing for me but to love you.

And the way you look tonight.🎶

The spell was shattered as abruptly as it had begun.

A smarmy-looking alpha stepped between them, effectively blocking Lucifer's view. Irritation flared, hot and sharp, in the biker’s gut. He barely resisted the urge to grab the interloper by the collar and yank him out of the way.

But then Lucifer heard it—that name, even spoken in the alpha's oily voice.

"Alastor, there you are!" The man boomed, grating on every nerve the blonde.

Alastor.

Lucifer rolled the name around on his tongue, savoring the way it tasted in his mouth. It suited the red-clad man perfectly—unusual, memorable, with a hint of some old world charm.

Just like Alastor himself.

Lucifer’s annoyance melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through his chest.

The greasy-haired man placed a possessive hand on the small of Alastor's back.

It was subtle, blink and Lucifer would have missed the way Alastor's nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the touch.

"I have a reservation," the alpha announced loudly to the host. "For Vox. The best table in the house, of course."

The alpha was clearly showing off, staking his claim on Alastor in front of everyone.

Lucifer rolled his golden eyes. Subtle as a brick to the face, that one. Might as well try to mount his date in front of everyone—though from the look on Alastor’s face, he’d sooner kill Vox.

As the leaned back from the host’s stand, Alastor's face smoothed into a pleasant mask.

The transformation was flawless, like unpleasant expressions never marred his perfectly bronze face.

Lucifer smirked. It seemed Alastor was less than impressed by his date's bravado.

The pair made to move towards their table, and Lucifer couldn't help but smirk as he observed their awkward dance.

"After you," Alastor said, his voice melodious despite the hint of sarcasm Lucifer detected.

Vox missed the nuance entirely, striding forward with a self-satisfied grin. Apparently, his alpha ego apparently too fragile to let Alastor walk in front. Alastor followed docilely enough.

Maybe Lucifer was projecting. As soon as the alpha's back was turned, Alastor's eyes rolled skyward in exasperation, rewarding the watching alpha with a little chuckle.

🎶And that laugh that wrinkles your nose

It touches my foolish heart🎵

Lucifer tried to drop his eyes as Alastor glided past, his lithe form was drawing every gaze in the room. This Vox guy really shoulda walked behind him, cause damn that ass on him—

—the drifter's nostrils flared, suddenly overwhelmed by a scent so intoxicating it made his head spin.

Sweet, alluring, and unmistakably unclaimed omega.

With a hint of something deliciously bitter. Like black coffee.

"Oh dear," Lucifer muttered to himself as his mouth watered.

Hazel eyes met gold once more as Alastor walked by.

One perfect eyebrow arched, a silent challenge, and Lucifer felt his cheeks grow warm. Caught staring like some lecherous alpha - how embarrassing.

He ducked his head, abashed. But then Alastor laughed

A musical sound that sent shivers down the alpha’s spine, and all was forgiven. Perhaps Lucifer’s interest wasn't entirely unwelcome after all.

Though it wasn’t hard to be more interesting than the omegas proper and pompous date.

🎶With each word your tenderness grows

And that laugh wrinkles your nose.🎶

Vox's grating voice cut through the moment. "Alastor! What's the holdup?"

Alastor's smile never faltered, but Lucifer caught a flicker of annoyance in those captivating eyes.

"Coming, dear," he called back sweetly.

As Alastor sauntered away, Lucifer released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Well," he murmured to himself, "this night just got a whole lot more interesting."

From his spot at the bar, Lucifer had a clear view of Vox and Alastor's table. He tried not to stare but found his gaze drawn back to the couple again and again.

It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion.

Hell, he needed to get outta here before he got himself into trouble.

Instead, The blonde alpha focused in to try to hear them across the room.

"What can I get for you folks?" The waiter's voice drifted over.

"I'll have a whiskey rye, please," Alastor replied, his tone smooth as silk.

Vox's hand shot up, cutting off the waiter. "No, no. He'll have a strawberry daiquiri. That's more suitable for an omega, isn't it, doll?"

Lucifer watched as Alastor's eyebrows shot up, a flash of indignation crossing his features. It was gone in an instant, replaced by a practiced smile, but Lucifer had caught it.

"Of course, darling," Alastor acquiesced, his voice syrupy sweet. "Whatever you think is best."

“Unbelievable” Lucifer snorted into his drink.

As the waiter scurried away, Lucifer found himself settling deeper into his barstool. He should leave, he knew that. But the tension radiating from that booth was palpable, and he couldn't resist seeing how this trainwreck of a date would unfold.

🎵Lovely, never, never change

Keep that breathless charm

Won't you please arrange it?🎶

His eyes drifted back to Alastor, noting the tight set of the omega's shoulders beneath his crimson blouse. Even from this distance, Lucifer could practically feel the waves of irritation rolling off him.

The blonde alpha shook his head.

Vox was either oblivious or uncaring, completely blind to the omega's growing irritation.

This date was doomed before it even began.

Maybe, just maybe, Lucifer would get his chance to chat with Alastor after all.

He settled back against the bar, content to watch and wait for the date to go down like the Titanic—he'd be ready to swoop in with the lifeboat.

One way or another, he was determined to get to know the captivating omega in red.

🎶Cause I love you

Just the way you look tonight🎵

🎙️ "Ah, that old black magic... it has a way of drawing people in, doesn’t it? The spell is cast, and the night is only beginning. Stay tuned for Glen Miller’s ‘That Old Black Magic’ next—it’s bound to be enchanting."

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[zeltqz]

gonna yap for nothing but why do you think there is no criminal + black mmc romance novels? like not about how violence is bad and dark romance is problematic but girlies love “he only is soft for her and he is a serial killer with aspd yet he did this that for her” reading. and what makes difference when a black man lets say came from gang culture do same things? others sells drgs and guns and do stuff too. is it bein classy w they are italian n wear suits n play old money lmao

Gonna be real I never thought about this before and when you word it like this I’m probably gonna make the biggest reach and say it’s cuz of racism. There’s no difference from a man in the mafia vs a dude from the hood in a gang aside from the fact one is seen is ghetto and one is seen as like professional businessman type shit. You know?

Me personally I’ll read anything. Why I love Tokyo revengers lmao. I love all that gang stuff. But there is a clear double standard and it’s because of racism

And there’s a lack of black mcs anywhere tbh. That’s why x black reader exists, to try give us some clear representation. Because growing up reading fics I always hated it when I was reading a fic and they always threw in some shit like “he Ran his fingers through your straight hair” or “you blushed a hot red” and i was like oh okay

It just ruins the experience for me because now I know this wasn’t meant for me, which makes it so annoying because it’s supposed to be a READER fic as in any details on appearance shouldn’t exist.

I try to keep my stories as unambiguous as possible and so far I think I’m doing a good job. Unless I get a request asking for chubby reader, or tall reader, then I leave details out.

[jpriest85-blog]

I fell in love with @pdrrook Perfumare VN and IFs. While I'm still looking forward to seeing the rest of the story in Perfumare: Amalgam. I also got excited learning about the sequel Perfumare: Amalgam and came up with some concept art and info for my Shapeshifter MC, Gloria Jardin. I'm kind of jumping the gun ik, but I couldn't help it! I'm not sure how things will play out for Gloria, so I'll probably wind up having multiple routes saved like I did for my Allure MC, Liz Morren. Here's my info for Gloria so far. I'll probably wind up changing things once the sequel is officially released.

Name: Gloria Jardin

Animal form: Swan

Pronouns: she/her

Preferences: Bisexual

Birthday: January 24th

Height: 5ft10”/177.8cms

Appearance: A tall ethnically mixed woman, in her late twenties with a chestnut complexion and a dancer's build. A square shaped face with a cleft chin, full mouth and brown almond shaped eyes, her natural hair is black and coily, but as a Shapeshifter she can change her hair and eye color whenever it suits her mood. As does her fashion sense, and she's collected a pretty eclectic wardrobe over the years, depending on her mood and the occasion. From sleek suites paired with colorful avant-garde accessories to more theatrical clubbing outfits that could rival a Las Vegas show girls costume. Although she usually wears some sort of accessory or stylistic touch that has feathers or resembles swans.

Notable Features: A little gap in her front teeth, and long toned legs.

Personality: Gloria comes across as a classy, confident, intelligent and vibrant woman. Although it would surprise people to learn she went through an “ugly duckling” phase as a child. Considering the expectations put on her by her family growing up, she always felt like she never quite fit. In a way her childhood was similar to Laurent's trying so hard to be the “dutiful child ” to meet expectations and approval, and yet she was miserable. Although being away from her family ment Gloria finally got a chance to do things for herself and learn who she was as a person. Discovering she was Tier 4 Shape Shifter was kind of a relief actually. Well mostly she's still under watch from the government considering higher tier Shapeshifter's can potentially impersonate important people like government officials ect.

Although despite the fact that her gift is often associated with subterfuge and misdirection, Gloria herself tends to be a pretty honest person. She's wasted so much of her childhood trying to be what others wanted her to be, and it made her miserable. She's done with that bs, and she's not going to apologize for existing anymore! Although she does have enough class to recognize and apologize if she hurts someone. Even unintentionally by saying something thoughtless or blunt. Also, she still keeps enough social etiquette to show restraint when necessary. Although this does make her appreciate the fact she can take an animal from more. For Gloria, being able to turn into a Swan is cathartic, as she's not bound by the same rules as polite society if even for a little bit. She can fly, swim, and even bite people who piss her off.

Many people are often surprised to learn that she's friends with Alois Becker aka Marco and considers him like family. While Gloria did have a party girl phase and often went out dancing with Marco, she usually tries to keep him from doing anything too reckless that could get him seriously hurt. Although Gloria is fully capable of causing her share of havoc, she just prefers to be more discreet by Shape shifting into her swan form. While swans are very elegant and graceful birds, they have a huge wingspan and have been known to bite, so she can still do some serious damage if so inclined.

Thankfully, she's usually not as aggressive and reckless as Marco, although she sometimes feels more like an older sister/ young stepmother just trying to keep him from accidently getting himself killed. Although Marco will sometimes complain about Gloria becoming less “fun” as they've gotten older he appreciates the fact she cares enough to try, and the fact she's the only person who's always honest with him. Even though it means he usually gets roasted for being an idiot.

Headcanons & Additional info

Her name is a reference to a brand of perfumes, specifically Gloria Vanderbilt's Jardin à New York, which has a Swan debossed on the bottle. 

When it comes to her personal scent preferences, Gloria likes to use classic floral perfumes, particularly ones that smell like Gardenia.

Her Swan form is based on Mute Swans. Although she has been known to also take the form of Cygnet, since baby swans are so cute and fluffy. Perfect for when she wants others to lower their guard or needs to squeeze into smaller spaces. 

Gloria has always been fond of dancing and even took ballet lessons for many years. It's actually how she first met and befriended Alois/Marco. They were enrolled in the same dance class and performed well together when partners. Even during Gloria's party girl phase, she often helped choreographed dance routines for the clubs that made them both the life of the party. 

This also unfortunately fed into some of those “gold digger” rumors about her. Alois/Marco always likes to make an entrance, and what better way to ensure an audience than to show up with a tall, gorgeous woman who could pass for a model. Even though he only sees Gloria as a friend and sister figure, he's more than happy to play wingman, and likewise, Gloria is sociable enough to introduce him to actual super models. He can also act as protection in case drunken creeps try to hit on Gloria and don't take rejection well, which is sadly often. Alois/Marco's efforts to keep Gloria safe wind up unintentionally damaging her social reputation. Since many of these creeps also come from well-off families and don't get the fact that Gloria prefers Alois/Marco's company because he's her friend and respects her personal boundaries. They just assume she's only with him because he's got more money and/or his family owns the club.

Since Shapeshifters often have to thoroughly study an animal before they can take its shape, Gloria winds up developing an interest in swans and other birds. She has become a bit of an amateur Ornithologist and can even accurately mimic bird calls.

Gloria also has a love of learning and academics and in addition to being taught French by her family, she's become fluent in speaking, reading and writing many classical languages as well; Arabic, Chinese, Greek, Latin and Sanskrit.

She probably winds up getting a job in an academic field, which can be exciting for Gloria because she gets to learn so many new and fascinating things and earn new doctorates. It also means she struggles to be taken seriously since she's a lot younger than others in her field, not to mention it's difficult to get resources for research unless she's studying a subject that already has government funding, or wealthy patrons deem profitable. Not to mention her reputation for honesty means she often butts heads with higher ups on things like censorship and propaganda. 

[ilikekidsshows]

Just in case the huge dragons on the sleeves and shirt weren't clue enough, they bring back the Purple Dragons leitmotif

Yeah yeah yeah

Purple Dragons, the only way they're still a threat is if the Turtles are crippled

They wear matching outfits, they're like the goon squad of the goon squad

When Hun told them yakuza are classy because they wear suits, this is not what he had in mind

Okay, so Casey is me

*laugh*

"I bet they don't even know who Casey Jones is, they're so out of the loop"

"Casey, don't antagonize the goons with guns pointed at us"

He just admitted they're the loser squad and Hun is just calling literally everyone

They probably stole bikes before this

Hun just kept them around for the nostalgia of bike thieving, that's his childhood

Hun stole his first bike when he was a 6 foot 6 tall 100 pound eight-year-old

[megaderping]

Tokyo was quite the lively place. The crowds, always a current of people moving to and fro. The trains roaring through tunnels, ferrying people about. City lights shone so bright that you could barely see the stars, and in such a densely packed population, crime naturally followed. That was how Naoto Shirogane, the Detective Prince, found himself seated at a comfortable, red booth at a polished, black table, with little plates of sushi whizzing by on a looping conveyor belt.

One would be forgiven for finding him unusual, particularly in the field of private investigation. At a mere 152 centimeters, he had hardly the most imposing stature, though his cold, grey eyes and perpetual poker face made up for it, in his humble opinion. Short blue hair, matched with a blue cap atop his head, a blue blazer over a collared white shirt, teal plaid pants, and black dress shoes provided a coordinated, professional appearance to offset any assumptions about his temperament based on age.

But for once, Naoto sat not alone after an arduous mission, nor with his grandfather. Across the table, a tall, slender woman with long, silver hair rested her hands on the table and watched Naoto with the faintest ghost of a smile. She wore a black dress suit and slacks, and her black turtleneck and high heels completed her polished and professional appearance. Upon taking a plate of salmon nigiri, she carefully seized a piece in her chopsticks and dipped it in soy sauce with a level of poise that matched her classy style and cool demeanor.

This woman, Sae Niijima, was the eldest daughter of Officer Akihiro Niijima, who the Shiroganes had recently partnered with to tackle an insidious trafficking case in the Shinjuku ward. With the case wrapped with a neat little bow, Sae had invited Naoto out for a celebratory meal. It was honestly surprising, given the way that most adults viewed him as useful only until he played his part, then cast him back into the proverbial playpen until they had a use for him again.

Sae chuckled. "Feeling introspective?"

"Ah… my apologies, Sae-san." He bowed his head, then fetched a plate with some unagi as a palate cleanser. The heat and light seasoning on the eel kept it distinct from the otherwise cold selections. "Thank you again for having me." Read from the Beginning | Full Chapter

-- The special Naoto interlude for my Persona 4 Akechi AU! I used he/him pronouns for Naoto due to Naoto's current masc persona, but tbh my approach to Naoto's gender is honestly more "Gender is Detective" at the end of the day. So probably something NB-adjacent? And certainly queer in some capacity. Next chapter drops in a few hours, bringing us back to Akechi's POV!

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Headcanons for my One Piece hotties: What their bedrooms look like

Kizaru✨

His bedroom would have a custom bed that would be over ten feet tall to fit this guy. He likes warm colors so dark mahogany wood furniture and cream bedding and curtains. He’d have large walk in closet for all his fabulous suits.

Akainu🌋

He would have a modern Japanese style bedroom, he doesn’t like to hurt his back by sleeping on the floor so he does have a custom made bed. He keeps the colors neutral and even has a plant that he grew himself in his bedroom. The doors of his bedroom open to face the garden.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He’d have a dark green themed bedroom which has dark wooden floors and furniture. He does have a few plants in his bedroom and the room is well lit because he needs a lot of sunlight in the mornings to feel like himself.

Fujitora 🐅

He has a pretty simple bedroom as he doesn’t see the need to have anything extravagant as long as it’s comfortable that’s all the matters to him. He does prefer a simple Japanese style bedroom.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He favored a dark and sexy bedroom with large windows that look out at the desert. He has a walk in closet attached to his room which

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

His bedroom would definitely be having the beautiful ocean view and a balcony where he could sit out and watch the sunset. He likes warm colors throughout his home. His bedding is of the finest quality and he has a little wine cellar tucked away there too.

Benn Beckman 🔫

He likes a simple and clean bedroom with light colors and wooden floors. He likes that he has a view of the countryside from his bedroom and it puts him in a real good mood when he wakes up.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He has a bedroom with high ceilings for obvious reasons and a very cozy bed so when he lay on it, it feels like a marshmallow (probably made out of it too). He likes a blend of light and dark colors with large windows so that his room is brightly lit.

Killer🔪

He likes a simple and rustic style bedroom with warm colors that isn’t too much for him to deal with. He just wants to rest there and then he leaves so he doesn’t put too much effort into making it too special.

Kaido🐉

He likes something simple but still a little bit classy with high ceilings. He never really had much luxury in his life so he does enjoy having that when he goes to rest if he can make it to his room at the very least. He wanted strong wood floors and huge bed that could handle his weight. He didn’t care for the coyotes as long as he had a balcony to step out on, it was fine.

King👑

He would have a bedroom that was dark and sexy (like him omg King) with selected artworks that he found when he travelled to different lands. The bedding needs to be high quality so that they don’t hurt his sensitive wings and fire proof too. He has a bookshelf with several books that he’s currently reading.

Queen👑

He would have a bedroom that is comfortable for the ladies and himself. He definitely would have a jacuzzi to entertain his company when he has them around. He likes dark colors and super comfy blankets.

Izou🔫🔫

He likes a simple and elegant room with a feminine touch to it. He definitely has a walk in closet where he stores all his beautiful kimonos and make up. He has several floor length mirrors in his room so that he can see himself in different angles.

Dragon D Monkey🐉🐒

He wanted something that still had quite a bit of light coming in and a comfortable bed that doesn’t hurt his bad. He likes neutral colors that don’t stand out too much. He also has some chairs in there so that he could sit and read from time to time.

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I'm biased, but my theory is that the settings person is just the narrator being masochistic again.

I would like nothing more than for the Narrator to be happy, but he keeps making it so I have to hurt him to progress. I'm literally trying to do everything right, but noooo. I gotta experience how the devs "ruined" the game. I gotta read the bad reviews with him, gotta press the skip button...

Bruh I'll sit in the Zen room for 20 hours for him but I honestly think he's just enjoying himself.

[idv-news-boi]

-> Laurence's Journal Entry at the Manor {Part 1}

Note// How is everyday at the manor like with Laurence.

Day 1 {First Day in the Outcast Club-}

Hey James! I'm going to call you James rather than journal- you're my pal! You keep secrets for me afterall~

Today,,, I have the vision that coming to the manor will be worth it. There wasn't regret in leaving the Dyanthus Republic into a mysterious world of button eyes and black voids watching you through the windows,,, and heard you through the walls.

I admit, i do miss home... So I sang my heart's out with a crazy song to cheer me up! Akihiko was looking at me silly the entire carriage ride lol-

Met the Mr. Embalmer himself! Despite being quiet, he is very polite and welcoming. He even helps a little with Akihiko's luggages- it seems my partner made a new friend~ ;)

Someone just called me hot- Well, from an anonymous letter at my room when I was trying to set things up- probably saw me from afar while I was walking around the halls-

Day 2 {Suddenly I was called a Bill Cypher 2.0}

I was just giving with my radio cast microphone until suddenly, 3 figures(a dirty blonde man with glasses, some guy holding a telephone, and the illuminati???) Appeared in my studio and told me to join them to take over a universe while calling me a loser??? What the???

Also, some German gentleman with a classy suit appeared after-heard he's married which is unfortunate since he's hot/ih

But at the end, turns out it's just a dream,,, And that's why I couldn't sleep at that night after-

Ended up drinking a coffee mug as I check on some inbox questions about my and Akihiko's arrival and other things we're going to do at the manor- We both officially have the declaration to name our News Program "The Oletus Times"~!

Day 3 {This Room isn't Yassified Enough!}

Morning James! Setting up everything before taking tours around the manor was a bit complicated- I didn't expect any luxury while in my stay- but gosh,,,- The room is even more dusty! How do these people allow this 'hospitality'? Killing them with disease intentionally? Oh naw!

I don't care whatever the baron says- I'm remodeling and cleaning my room with my style! Secrets on how i got the materials? Oh, a master doesn't tell their secrets~

Akihiko must have thought the same when he first saw his room- So he moved to my room to share it, used his room as our studio - and took a whole 6 hours to finish the extensive replacing and decorating much modern stuff,,,

Aki and I almost got into a short argument whether Modern Jazz style or Westernized Japanese should be the theme of the room- we ended up making the room go half-and-half,,,- I mean, it actually worked at the end surprising. I like how there's different aesthetics in a same room! X'D

As we were remodeling of course, we also got some room service to send us some food meals while we work- it wasn't that bad,,, but not as great as the hamburgers and the coleslaw salad chef Palacios usually makes at my favorite diner!

Day 4 {A Productive Tour With Angeline!} @askthepianist

Oh gosh, Jim,,, I met a tall woman,,, A pretty nice one!!! (Pinned profile picture of Angeline from the manor's survivor files)

I started my first routine interviews that i will do everyday- going around and talk with survivors and hunters to get to know them while still getting lost in this maze-

Nonetheless, I was saved by the pianist from at least being able to know where the kitchen is(Akihiko keeps asking if there's a kitchen around to make mochis-) and now i know where the garden Ms. Woods usually works on! Heard a little bird that the senior Gardener is bringing a new stash of flower beds today~!

What a savior,,, What else can I do if i couldn't receive such help? I learned so many things today!

Day 5 {Nice Artists, Very Familiar Ones...} @idv-artists-trio

Good Evening, James! Just met a group of fellow teammates - i notice that they often stay together, it turns out they're artists! Artist squad hehe~ Rosie may be quiet, but she's very kind and cute! (^-^

Meeting Angel is another advantage to know that i won't be wearing rags for long- I'll be sure to pay him back somehow for his generosity~!

Not going to lie, Kitty resembles so much of the Head Officer Police at home- even she speaks without not having the word "meow" in every sentence!

Only 3 if them seem familiar, the only one that i don't seem to seeing somewhere is Eiji- but he does remind me of Head Shrine Maiden Ivory!

Day 6 {A Sweet Welcome Gift} @ask-idv-baker

My my, Jim! Guess what? I met one of Angel's other artist friends, Beth Anastazja,,,!!! Isn't she adorable???(Pinned profile pic of Beth from the manor's survivor files)

She appeared at our door and gave us a lot of baked goods~! Akihiko couldn't get used to receiving such generous gifts! But he seems to be more happier today after that (^-^

Hope that the cute Baker gets to have everything she needs to fulfill,,,-

Day 7 {Thrilling Game? I'm here to work hard- but i also play hard~!} @ask-idv-thrillseeker

Hey Jim! GUESS WHAT??? The manor's host allowed me to take part in the game at least once in a while! Of course, he still wants me alive- but is not like i get killed that easily~!

I also met a cool, but also hot huntress by the name of Cleo in my first match- (pinned profile pic of Cleo from the manor's hunter files)

It was a bit amusing to see her shocked reaction when i didn't hesitate in oblige her offer to stop decoding in return of her not hunting me- I mean, I'll rather receive a bonk from my teammates rather than get terrorshocked-

I'll keep a reminder to myself in inviting her to dinner,,, If she considers my offer to,,, send me into the basement ~ ❤️/ih

Day 8 {Is that King Kong but Spider,,,????}

Jim! You have no idea what just happened- I just saw a huge spider looking creature creeping on the huge window from the matching room??? Where did that come from...? Impressive,,, 🤔

I might probably start some ghost hunting research around the manor too- is it just me or I just saw a ghost appeared right next to me on the broken chair of the table... It disappears in one blink of an eye!

Day 9 {Met a guitarist- Also a Young Lady that i May or May not Adopt-} @janetheguitarist

I was doing my usual routine, but is this time talking to a young guitarist with a student uniform(?) (Pinned profile pic of Jane from the manor's survivor files)

Also a lil girl that looks like a princess,,,- how precious,,, (Pinned profile pic of Elise,,, the manor's survivor files are also missing some blanks)

Day 10 { What a Lovely Surprise,,, How Enticing ~} @idv-ask-snakecharmer

James? I met a handsome Snakecharmer- I call him Prince now,,, (Pinned post of Amar in the manor's survivor files)

I like his sweet advances while he was using his mother tongue- I didn't even expected him to kiss my hand I-????

Not sure why, but I still played along and got him flustered as well- uno reverse card, hehe~❤️

Sad that he couldn't stay long enough- but he did left me with a nice kiss~ ;)