#tasting room redesign

[constructiondesignbuildtips]

5 Tips for Winery Renovations: Boost Your Vineyard’s Success

Introduction to Winery Renovations Why Renovate? Winery renovations are a great way to keep your vineyard fresh and appealing. Renovations can attract more visitors, make wine production smoother, and even boost your sales. Whether you want to update old equipment, redesign your tasting room, or make your winery more eco-friendly, renovating can bring new life to your business. Planning Your…

[kieren-fucking-walker]

Me, looking at home decor knowing I have expensive taste in wallpaper: oh wow that's nice! It's.... Oh I have expensive expensive taste in wallpaper.

[pearlywritings]

'Mom' to his 'Dad'

synopsis: just a collective bulleted drabble of all the thoughts I had about raising Yanqing together with Jing Yuan (yet somehow not being married (yet))

pairing: Jing Yuan x fem!reader

tw: fluff, domestic fluff, modern AU, CEO!Jing Yuan (because why not), dad!Jing Yuan, adopted son!Yanqing, from co-parenting to dating, from friends to lovers

word count: 1.8k+ words

CEO!Jing Yuan who looks hella fine in any clothes, but especially good in gray and carmine red suits. Who absolutely hates wearing ties, but has zero complaint when you, after staying the night before, wrap one around his neck. He feels soft when you lecture him, but in the end say he looks good, smoothing the lapels of his jacket, making sure his appearance is intact before turning around and hurrying to check on Yanqing’s preparations for school.

CEO!Jing Yuan who is a great leader, a nice boss and obviously a great catch, but who also hasn’t shown any interest in any suitor who’s attempted to woo him in the last decade. And he is 33 already. There have been many gossips swirling in the company, most potent about you and him, rumored to be in a secret relationship and raising a kid together. Well… they are not wrong on the second part.

CEO!Jing Yuan who after the passing of his two friends took their eight-year old son under his wing. Who had never dealt with children, especially this young, but who was lucky enough to have you - a dear friend since university, now a coworker, understanding and compassionate enough to leave your house at 3am to drive all the way to his residence after just one frantic call.

CEO!Jing Yuan who will never forget that night - you, running into the house after he let you in, with hair still messy and clearly first clothes you dug from the closet thrown on you. You looked like a cute ruffled sparrow, which quickly transformed into a mother hen when he better explained his troubles about a little kid - now his adopted son - and how he couldn’t get him to fall asleep at the new place. You too didn’t know much about handling children, but you were willing to try and the white-haired man couldn’t ask for more. Both called off work the next day.

CEO!Jing Yuan who since then has a room in his house that belongs to you - over the years it got filled with your personal things, redesigned (twice!) to your tastes, and has been occupied over the years for almost half of each passing week.

CEO!Jing Yuan who adores Yanqing - the boy proved to be feisty, but at the same time he was very sweet and nice to have around. Jing Yuan didn’t think twice about adopting the little guy the moment he learnt of his friends’ passing, turning from a godfather to just a father. He, obviously, didn’t force Yanqing to call him dad, making up his mind that even if it never happens - it’s totally fine. Due to the age the boy could understand why his parents weren’t there and Jing Yuan was making all he could to give him a good life, a normal life. He was so lucky that you tugged along.

CEO!Jing Yuan who almost cried when Yanqing absentmindedly called him ‘dad’. The ten-year old didn’t even notice it, but to the man it meant the world. He spammed you with messages, all in caps and with weeping emojis, and felt his heart about to combust when you sent him a response full of excitement, congratulating him. And then messaged about how you wished to hear the boy call him dad the next time you were around. Damn, he wished so too.

CEO!Jing Yuan, who loves having you around. He melts when he returns to the living room after going to refill the snack bowl only to see Yanqing cuddled closely to you, staring at the screen with his head tucked under your chin. His lips tug into a wide smile when the boy asks you if you can be the one to get him from school tomorrow instead of Jing Yuan’s personal driver (and you always say ‘yes’, even if it means you’ll sacrifice your lunch break). A pleasant shiver runs down both his and the boy’s backs when you walk into Yanqing’s room to check on the two doing homework and gently scratch their heads. Jing Yuan loves the domestic life the two of you created.

CEO!Jing Yuan, who encouraged his son when a couple of years later he wondered if it’s okay if he started calling you ‘mom’. The man told him to approach you the next time you were staying over and ask your opinion on the matter. Which the boy did, shyly reaching out for your hand and when you gave it to him with a smile, dropped a bomb. Jing Yuan remembers the slight hesitation flashing in your eyes, how you lifted him and got him into your lap to be on the same eye level with him.

“Baby, are you sure?”

“Mhm. You’ve always been there. You raise me. And I really love you and want you to be my mom.”

“Even if I am not your father’s wife?”

“Maybe you should become her? But either way, yes.”

CEO!Jing Yuan who now can’t get the boy’s words out of his head. Yanqing is right - you’ve always been there. For them both. His, no, your son is thirteen now - meaning that for five years you’ve helped your friend raise the boy - you were not obligated to be there for his special events, you weren’t paid to take days off and sit with him when he was sick, no one asked you to kiss his forehead and tuck him into bed, there were no rules that said that you have to share his hobbies… Yet, you did. Always. And the man has always been very aware of that, but only his son’s words seem to open his eyes - both of you are his parents. Maybe it’s a shame you are not spouses.

CEO!Jing Yuan who feels kind of bad - you’ve spent 5 years of your life being a family to Yanqing and, admittedly, the man himself. You’ve given up searching for a partner, starting a family of your own just to make sure that the kid who has no relation to you grows healthy and happy. He can’t help but love and appreciate you.

CEO!Jing Yuan who finds out that you’ve been having similar thoughts about him after that conversation with your son. He really didn’t mean to overhear, he just wanted to drop by your office at the beginning of the break and offer to go get lunch together, only to stop at the mention of his name that passed through the door. Apparently, you sought advice from Yukong - the head of the logistics department, a fellow mother and one of the few who knew what your family dynamic was really like. You are concerned that you took the place that wasn’t meant to you - you worry that Yanqing got attached to you so strongly that should Jing Yuan start seeing someone, the boy would be too stubborn to accept.

CEO!Jing Yuan, whose heart skips a beat, when the teal-haired woman asks you, why you are not entertaining the possibility that you can be the one the man seeks a relationship with. The same heart drops into his stomach when you sigh and tell her of him never showing interest. Things seem platonic to you. Well, not to your coworkers, it appears.

CEO!Jing Yuan and you, who freeze in your seats, when at the end of the meeting a new secretary of the man asks if ‘Mrs Jing will also attend the event’ hosted by one of the company’s biggest clients. Confused, you look at your friend, who's equally stunned (but secretly, realizing what kind of mistake it is, fights back a tiny spark of delight). It turns out that the secretary thought the two of you were husband and wife and for that reason gave you the man’s last name. If it’s not the sign, then what is?

CEO!Jing Yuan who goes clothes shopping with you - because you both indeed are going to be at the event and the man insists the two of you buy something matching. When you ask why, he slyly smiles and promises that it’s his way of ‘showing interest’. At first you don’t get it. But when your cheeks heat up he knows the message is clear to you. You do call him a scoundrel and he heartily laughs at that, but you still reach out to his hand and he readily interlocks your fingers.

CEO!Jing Yuan who notices you getting flirtier, one time in particular not leaving his mind. He was comfortably sitting on the sofa, having everything he needed to push through the last bits of work he had decided to take home (‘everything’ being just his laptop and a mug of steaming tea). That’s when you approached him from the back, laying your palms on top of his shoulders, gently kneading the tense muscles, working a low appreciative grunt out of his throat.

“Yuan?”

“Mmm?”

“You look stressed,” fingers dug a little rougher into his flesh and the man groaned, shoulder flinching. Only for his whole body to go rigid when your voice fanned right against his ear, ”I know how to fix it.”

And then you innocently proposed to go to the gym together once he’d be done. Honestly? For a stunt like that Jing Yuan wanted to bite you.

CEO!Jing Yuan who does get his teeth onto you as you are trying to escape the trap of his arms after waking up from the cute cuddling session with Yanqing. Only for the boy to be gone upon your awakening (and you hear some shuffling in the kitchen) and a very hot man - your friend? boss?? unofficial-but-everyone-thinks-you-are-together lover??? - pressing your back into his chest with arms firmly circling your waist. When you attempt to move away, he suddenly surges forward and clamps his mouth onto the exposed juncture between your neck and shoulder. And nibbles.

“Jing Yuan!”

“Hufshf,” he mumbles into your skin, before releasing it and burying his face into your neck. “Don’t shout, you’ll alert Yanqing, and I want some more time with you.”

“...why?”

“Why?” He muses, and you feel a smile pressed to the back of your neck. “Because I think we’d make great as a couple.”

CEO!Jing Yuan who comes to an agreement with you that for the longest time it felt like the two of you were indeed a married couple. You share a place, you do most domestic things together, you go to places together, you raise a son together. And together you come to a conclusion that courting is due.

CEO!Jing Yuan who absolutely shares Yanqing’s sweet anticipation for when you will be able to legally adopt him. Which means - marrying his father (just let this man put a ring on your finger already).

[simphornies]

Artistic desire [Husk x Shy!Reader] Fluff

A/N: This was a request sent by a lovely follower. I'm not particularly good at writing shy characters but I did my best. Hopefully this suits your taste.

Word count: 3.4k (3,481)

Warnings: none unless you count mentions of mommy and daddy issues

You were a bit of a social recluse. Your parents fucked off and died somewhere in one of the seven rings when you were a teenager and since everything is basically free, besides drugs and sex, you just stayed in your parents’ manor. The only person that really checked up on you everyday was Charlie. You crossed paths when you were younger, rode through the emo phase together and now you’re both older.

Before her hotel opened up, she was eager to tell you of all the plans. Every. Single. Plan. Of course, you didn’t mind the chatter through the phone. You enjoyed something that filled up the empty halls in your home. You helped her redesign a bit but after a while, you were in a pit of…the opposite of an art block?

You spent every waking moment, painting and creating art. If you thanked your demon parents for anything, it’d be the part where their powers passed onto you naturally. Your mother was a beautiful muse, perfection in keeping everything aesthetically pleasing. Your father painted his muse at every given moment. You didn’t necessarily hate them per-say but you sure as hell didn’t love them. The moment you kept something out of place, an inch off the center, your mother scrambled to fix it.

She didn’t yell or bother with correcting you, she would just obsess with the finer details. Your father never stepped up for anything other than painting. Hell forbid you switch up his paints and he’d be locked in his room all day. Finishing piece after piece.

You didn’t take after any of their obsessive traits. Instead you embraced the messy lines, the off-centered pieces. You embraced the imperfection and impurities that came with hell itself.

And that is exactly how you ended up in Charlie’s Hazbin Hotel. She convinced you to take your artistic abilities to brighten the place up. With the surprising help of Alastor, you chose compromise on the color palette. The fabrics, the decor, the lights, the curtains, the rugs. It was all your choosing. And when Alastor decided to phase in a bar with Husk included, the odd placement of green itched your brain in a good way.

The bar wasn’t the only thing that got you going. A surge of inspiration waved through your entire being the moment you saw him. The moment you heard his voice you wanted to capture it in art. There wasn’t a passing day where you didn’t sit at his bar, eagerly waiting for his next story.

At first, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you considering how well you got along with Alastor. But that opinion quickly faded the more you hung around him. Every time he’d tell a story, he noticed you always doodling in delight, listening to every detail. You didn’t participate in conversations much but he could tell you were listening to the whole thing. Your legitimate interest in his stories warmed his heart a little bit more than he’d ever admit. He soon realized that you two were probably the most sane demons in the entirety of the hotel.

“The usual?” He asks. You nod and continue to fill your sketchbook with drawings, the act visible to him by the way your eyes shine. He poured three glasses for you both. One glass of whiskey for him, a glass of champagne for you, and one of your old paint cups with water. He handed you your drink in a champagne glass and your cup next to your sketchbook. Last time he handed that to you, you accidentally drank the paint water.

You quietly thank him as you gleefully kick your feet in the empty space under you. The chairs hoisted you up enough for you to not touch the floor when you sat, something he found admirable. He hummed as he cleans a couple of glasses left over from when Angel was drinking.

Oh how he wished to take a peek at your drawings. He would never try to ask, he learned from one of your small conversations together that you said it’s like a diary. And he’d be damned if he pried into that. The only time he’ll ever get any information from people is when they’re absolutely fucked up wasted. He watched as your face was unbelievably close to the book, the sound of your pencil against the paper was soothing to him. Oddly enough, it was never complete without it.

“Hey, Y/N? Could you do me a big big big favor? Pretty please?” Charlie speaks up, breaking the silence between you two. He sighs and starts to stock up his shelves knowing that you were probably going to get hoisted away now. He feels the weird shift in his chest that made him realize he was actually in love with you this whole time.

“Yes, Charlie?” You looked up at her as you put your pencil down. “What can I do to help?” Your voice was smooth jazz to his ears. He wanted to hear you speak more. And he hated when other demons talked to him. But your voice. He’d fight in a war with the exorcists to hear you speak to him more. He secretly wished you said his name instead.

She gives you a guilty grin, “So, I was trying to make a sign for Sir Pentious and well…”

“It looks a little bit like vomit!” Nifty chimed in, unashamed.

Charlie laughed nervously, “I may have chosen the wrong green…Would you mind, helping me out?”

You smile, “Of course.” You get up, following Charlie and Vaggie to the opposite side of the lobby to give aid in their color struggles.

Nifty continued her cleaning and while she did, she realized that you had left your sketchbook wide open. Of course, as it is in Nifty’s nature, she snatches the book off of the bar’s countertop, just out of Husk’s view and takes a look at the page it was open to. She gasps and runs over to Angel and Alastor, eager to show her finds.

“My my. What a wonderful find you’ve got there, Nifty.” Alastor grins. He was not much of a lover but he sure as hell enjoyed seeing his little pet get flustered. And perhaps he’s been more tolerant lately so he figured he can have a bit of happiness in this hotel.

“Oh. My. Fuck.” Angel stares at the sketches you have of Husk. The two pages were filled with him and just him. Him cleaning the glasses, him fixing his hate, him with his wings out. Some were obvious direct sketches from his day-to-day life but the others were all from your mind. There was one of him in a fancy suit. One with his hair slicked back the way he briefly mentioned it during his stories of being an overlord. Angel stares at the page a bit longer before looking over at Alastor who shared his mischievous grin.

While you were painting the sign with Vaggie, Charlie is pulled to the side by Alastor. “Charlie, my dear. You would say that you are a lover girl at heart, would you not?” He asks.

“Uhm. Yes. Yes I am, Alastor.” She answers with confusion in her voice, “Why?”

“Why, Nifty had some groundbreaking finds just a moment ago that I believe I should be sharing with you.” He smiles widely as Angel hands her the open sketchbook.

“Somebody,” he whispers, “Got a little thing for Whiskers~”

Charlie takes one long look at the page and was about to start squealing in delight until Alastor puts a finger up to her lips. “Ah ah, my dear. Now’s not the time for that. Wouldn’t it be best that you talk about this with her in private.” He suggested.

“You’re right! Ohhhh my gosh! This is amazing!” She grins, “I’ve known her in all my years here in hell and I have not seen her take a liking to anybody. I’ll definitely talk about it with her!”

-----------------

The sign for Sir Pentious was up in congratulations for his arrival and his development. Everyone was cheering him on by the bar. You scout around for your sketchbook, swearing you left it by Husk. He wouldn’t be the type of guy to take personal things like that.

Just as you were about to ask him where it was, Charlie quickly drags you into a spare room, filled with excitement. Excitement that drove you a bit nervous.

“Charlie? Is there anything you need me to do here?” You ask, scanning the empty room around you.

She simply could not contain her excitement. “It’s come to my attention that you, my lovely lovely friend, may have a teeny tiny crush on someone.”

Oh fuck.

“Haaaa. What?” You ask, trying to contain your composure. “I don’t like anybody. That’s funny. Hah hahhh…” You nervously laughed.

Just then, Charlie hands you your sketchbook. “Nifty found it and well…you left it open to your most recent sketches…of Husk!” She squeals.

Your face turns a bright red as you swiped the sketchbook out of her hands. “Charlie! Oh fuck, please don’t tell me you told him.” You were every shade of red possible in hell out of sheer embarrassment.

“Of course not! I wouldn’t take that adorable opportunity away from you and him!” She hugs her shorter friend, “So. Tell me all about it! When did it start? When did you know?” She gasps in excitement as she thought of more questions to bombard you with, “Why? How did you find out? What do you like most about him?”

“W-well I…” You stutter, hugging your sketchbook close, “I’m not sure when but I just know that, these last couple of weeks he’s been…um…you know. Kind of inspiration? My…muse. If you will.”

Charlie loved your answers and continued to ask more questions. “So when are you going to tell him?” She gasps, “Oh my gosh—You guys should totally go on a date!”

“A DATE?” You choke, “Fucking hell—Charlie. I cannot bring myself to do that. You’re the only person I can talk to without stuttering too much and you want me to go on a date with the very demon I like?”

The answer was yes and before you know it, you and Husk are getting pushed out of the hotel with a pile of cash in both of your guys’ hands, courtesy of Charlie. She somehow got you both into matching outfits. A dress with hearts on the collar with a white and red pearly necklace to match. Husk was somehow, probably by Alastor, shoved into his overlord suit and tie.

“You motherfuckers better not fuck up my bar! I worked all day to keep shit organized!” He yelled at the closed door, “I’m talking about you, Angel Dust!” He scoffed and fixed his sleeves.

You couldn’t bear to look dead at him. You safely got peeks from your peripheral. On one of your attempts, the two of you made eye contact for a brief second. You immediately looked away, muttering an apology under your breath.

“Are you gonna stand there staring at nothing or are we going?” He elbowed you gently.

“Oh! U-Uh. I’m not quite sure…where we have to go.” You admitted.

He rolls his eyes, “Thrown into battle blind, huh?” He chuckled before moving in front of you, “Take my hand. Can’t have other demons fucking with our artist.”

You look at him, memorizing the way his grin sat on his face. A light blush forms across your cheeks as you take his hand. He walks with you down the city and into the nearest fancy club in your area.

“Ah. I think this is gonna be a little…”

“You scared?” He grins, “You’ll be fine. You’re with me. I’ll fuck shit up if I need to.” He flashed you his playing cards, edges as sharp as can be.

You sigh and nod, walking in with him. He sat you down at a quieter side, as quiet as a famous club can be. You both share a bottle of whiskey, your sudden interest shocking him.

“You know, that art thing you do is mesmerizing.” Why did he have to bring that up now? You internally groaned. “It’s like magic whenever you put whatever’s in that brain on paper.” He stirs his drink with a claw, looking at you. You swear you see a bit of sparkle in his usual dull eyes.

“Th-thanks, Husk.” You stutter. The way his name came out of you warmed him up more than his drink. He wanted you to say it again so badly. "I’ve seen you do magic too y’know.” As much as he paid attention to your work, so did you. You have endless sketches of him playing with cards, fucking around with Angel’s hand with a smooth move so quick one could barely catch it without attentive eyes.

“Ohhh,” He leans in a bit, a teasing grin plastered on his face, “So you watch me that close, huh?”

You choke on your drink, spitting a bit out, “Wh-what! No.”

He chuckles a bit, leaning back, “Cut the act, Y/N.” He closed his eyes, putting his glass up to his lips, “Alastor told me already. And Nifty. And Angel. And Charlie, you know she can’t keep a secret well.”

You were a mess. They told him and they didn’t tell you that they told him? You’re definitely messing with their rooms later. But how much did they tell him? You can’t pinpoint it. “I-” You coughed, trying to clear up your throat from your near death experience via literal drowning in alcohol. “I can’t help that you’re just…nice to draw.”

You turn away, a bit ashamed and definitely flustered. He was quiet, watching you intently as he sipped on his drink. “I like drawing anything I like.”

Now it was his turn to choke a bit but you didn’t catch it. He wiped his mouth, “So you like me then, right?”

You turn to face him not expecting his face to be so close to yours. A little shift and you two would fall into a kiss. You weren’t able to read his face well. He had a blank expression. You stare at him, face red.

“It’s okay, fucker. You know how it is,” He elbows you, laughing a bit before grabbing your hand to drag you out of the club. “I’m the bartender that knows everything about everybody.”

He rarely used his wings, unwilling to accept his demon form. But tonight, he stretched his wings out. “What’re you-”

“Do you trust me, Y/N?” He looks at you over his shoulder, holding your hand a little tighter. You nod in response.

Without a second thought, he pulled you close to him, hugging you to his chest. You blinked and you were off the ground, soaring through the air. He held you close, careful to not let you fall.

“I want you to see something. Something I doubt anyone’s ever shown you.” He keeps his head up, unaware of how starstruck you’re looking at him. You were also too scared to look anywhere else.

He flies as high as he can, stopping at a certain point before holding you in his arms in a bridal style way. “Look around, Y/N. Take it all in.” He speaks softly. You look around and from where you guys are, you can see the entire Pentagram City. Your eyes are filled with a breathtaking view of the city you grew up in. He smiles at the sight of your interest, “As much as I fucking hate this place. It’s not bad when you can’t hear the chaos going on down there from up here.”

“It’s beautiful. I…I have to paint this.” You state, wishing you had your book with you. You rest your head on his chest. After a while you feel him fly towards a high point at the edge of the city, landing on a mountain. He doesn’t let you down as soon he lands though, he didn’t want to ruin your adoring looks at the view.

Your face is lit up with admiration, you feel at peace. It was quiet but a soothing kind of quiet. Your ears caught onto a different sound while you rested on his chest. Is he purring?

You look up at him, “Thanks for the ride, Husk.” Smiling warmly, you cupped his face in your hand. You swear you felt him lean into it. He puts you down gently before putting his hand over yours, returning your warm smile. “Can I ask you a question?”

He purrs softly, the vibrations reverberating on your hand. He nods. “Is it okay I…pet you a bit. You’re just so fluffy.” He went from looking at you with his eyes half shut to wide open, in disbelief. “I-It’s for my art! My drawings.” You laugh nervously, “You know…reference…” It was half a lie, which he is aware of, you actually do want to capture his soft looking fur in your drawings but wanted to know exactly how dense or fluffy it is.

He laughs, closing his eyes as he sat on the ground with you following after him, “You’re lucky I like you, Y/N. Go for it.”

He hated when people treated him like a cat but for you, he’d make an exception. He’d make multiple exceptions for you. You begin to stroke the top of his head, making sure you remember how it feels in your palms in case you never get the chance to do this again. His purring grew louder as he leaned into your touch.

You began to pet his cheeks, getting a closer look at his face, taking in every detail. From his heart shaped nose, to the way his eyebrows fluffed out of his face. He slowly opened his eyes, peeking at you. You were too mesmerized by how unbearably handsome he is to see him inching closer.

He grabs your hand on his cheek, “I could kiss you right now.” He could what? Before you got a chance to react he pulled you into him, his lips crashing on yours. You yelp before giving in and melting into him. The kiss didn’t last too long but it felt like hours.

You stared at him as longingly as you did dumbfounded. “Look, babe, I notice everything about you. Everything you do.” He holds your head in his hands. “I see the way you light up when Charlie brings you paintings. How you paint with that focused look. You’re one of, if not, the only demon with sense in that hotel and respect my boundaries. You’ve never pushed my buttons once. And I truly, truly appreciate it.”

You lean into his hold, holding his face in return, “I understand you a lot more than you think, Husk. I know it’s silly but I find comfort in you. I love the way your voice sounds. I love watching your magic tricks. I love the way you effortlessly make a drink without even looking. And I love the way you fight. You fill me with so much artistic desire and you get me out of the toughest art blocks out there.”

“And you help me stay calm when everybody gets on my nerves. I’ll take a fight on for you any day, babe.” He rests his forehead on yours, “Who would’ve thought my cold little heart could be warmed up in hell of all places, huh?”

He shifts and rests his head on your lap as you continue to pet him, humming softly as you did.

"And who would've thought I'd be able to get the grumpy bartender to purr in my lap?"

You two enjoyed the rest of your night together. He actually stole a bottle for you two and you both drank the night away.

.

.

.

“You think Y/N’s ruffling his feathers? If you know what I mean.” Angel laughs followed by a quick slap on the back by Vaggie. “Ow! It was just a joke. God, tits.”

“Oh I believe Husk is having a wonderful night.” Alastor grins, aware of what the soul he owns has done, “And might I say, he is quite the charmer. Truly a hidden gem. Under all that gruff he is but a little kitten.” He hummed, teleporting away into his tower.

Charlie was so excited and had set up a congratulations sign on the wall for when you two return. She was happy her dear friend finally found comfort in somebody.

[pompadorbz]

FINALLY FINISHED MY QPHIL 3.0 DESIGN HOORAY (cant wait to. redesign it again in like 3 months.) (CHECK UNDER THE CUT FOR MY SILLY DESIGN NOTES!!)

I think I said this before but i so. SO BADLY wanted him to have a sleep theme since I always loved how his presence on the island was kinda up in the air. Is it a dream? Is it not? When he goes between the island and hardcore is that change really happening? Who knows.

The idea of making his usual outfit more like a housecoat was super appealing to me, so I opted for this open housecoat look with really heavy frills which were super fun to figure out, and I knew from pretty early on that I wanted to give him a quilt pattern SOMEWHERE on his design, so I thought the inside of the coat would do nicely for a sorta "default state". It also meant I could attribute meaning to the symbols and colours I used. wink nudge.

He has a more subtle angel theme, like with the mobile on his walking stick being a halo with the wing placement further emphasizing this, as well as just his generally lighter colour scheme. When I say sleep was his theme I almost more-so imagine it as like. The feeling of waking up in the morning where you're mostly refreshed but still a LITTLE drowsy. Lots of very spring-y, morning colours.

Just some other quick notes, I always really liked the mod in the server where you could have the crows perch on your shoulder and follow cuz of the lantern, so I thought it'd be fun if I made it so brian just straight up WAS the lantern. So I made him look like one of those wall outlet nightlights!! The backpack being kinda cat shaped was COMPLETELY unintentional but a very welcome result. Missa backpack is real.

As for the alternate outfits, I have a bolas one, as well as an ender king one since I deemed those two the most important. For the ender king I weirdly don't have many notes, like it's fairly straightforward (Save for the elephant in the room but now I'm gonna keep my secrets on why that's a thing). The Quilt design is supposed to be a lighter, easier-on-the-eyes version of the no texture pattern, and I imagine that all the goop and gunk on Phil is hidden under the coat. I imagine it'd look fairly similar to canon so just like. imagine it for now. Might draw it one day. MAYBE. There's some tiny additional colour symbolism but I'll hold my tongue on that and let you guys draw your own conclusions there. I WILL say, however, that instead of his theme being sleep, his theme is "nightmare" (and also kinda sleepwalking since both fit).

The Bolas design was SUPER fun to work with. For starters I wanted the three designs to be in three different states. One with the coat, one with the coat reversed, and one without the coat entirely. Since I wanted to do the checker pattern thing with the possession design, having the sleeveless bolas design worked really well for the shape I landed on, even if it wasn't conventional. and SPEAKING of non-conventional design choices, I decided to go against the usual plague doctor + gas mask fusion design. Which might be controversial... But god. The moment I thought of his mask being a falconry hood, the idea just wouldn't leave my mind. Because of this, the full mask is kinda separated into two parts. The eye mask which kinda also mirrors his usual sleep mask, and the gas mask itself (I kept it in a beak shape since it'd feel odd if i made it any other shape for phil, lol). When designing the whole thing I kept thinking about more apocalypse setting clothing. Like mad max. Or the one gag from that one spongebob movie. Lots of leather. And of course, to match the other sleep themes, the Bolas outfit's theme is "fever dream", although its a bit more subtle. It's easily the weirdest design, The pops of green were simultaneously in reference to the friendship emerald... As well as... Well, the green chain right below the chain on the sickness themed design was probably the most tasteful way I could've chosen to get across vomit without it being too on the nose. (also sidenote, I had a few friends compare bolas phil to... a fly. Which wasn't intentional but it's kinda funny that the guy designed after fever dreams looks a little bit like a bug.) Ok thats it for design commentary I'm gonna go to bedge nyow.

[halfway-house-in-hell]

alastor redesign

click for higher quality (and also to see his antlers tumblr cut them off 😢)

ramblings under the cut!!

-alastor was a famous radio presenter in the 1930's. he was also a serial killer and a cannibal, who died in 1939.

-he wished to be famous in his life, but he could not safely become a tv show host or a movie star because of the racism of the time, so he chose to hide behind radio instead, never showing his face. he was quite poor in his youth and so became obsessed with eating, which led to him becoming a cannibal. he is always hungry. hungry for fame, hungry for power, hungry for flesh.

-he died of starvation. he was chasing a victim through the woods when his foot got caught in a bear trap. he was stuck there for 3 days before succumbing to his injuries. (thats why hes so alarmingly skinny)

-his reputation as a serial killer preceded him when he arrived in hell. major evils dying is always a big event, and he used this to gain power

-he now sits as a major overlord - but none of his empire is real. he doesn't have any major powers, and has lied his way to the top by implying that he has more power than he is letting on. he doesn't.

-he discovers Charlie's hotel through her tv show last-ditch pitch (same as the pilot, except ive now decided that that interview cost them the last of their hotel money, so the stakes to find an investor were higher). he decides to sponsor Charlie's hotel because he wants POWER, real substantial power to ensure his throne of lies is safe, and he figures manipulating Lucifer's weak daughter is the easiest way to get that power.

-he is immediately overbearingly friendly to her, which valtiel & the other guests find suspicious. he begins bending the hotel to his whims, making it more suited to his tastes.

-he has large amounts of money and a popular radio show, which he uses to fund and advertise the hotel

-he tends to disappear when fights start

-his best friend is nifty. they have a very strong bond. he often communicates her worries for her, and in return she spies on the guests for him. he doesn't even own her soul they're just buddies

-he's still aroace but not bc he only cares about himself. thats stupid

-he is intentionally mysterious and speaks in riddles & lotts of 1930s slang

-he is firmly still in the 1930s, to an unusual extent. he has all the dated ideas and mannerisms of the 30's, refusing to become more modern.

-his room in the hotel is entirely monochrome

-he shares Charlie's love of musicals, and often encourages her to sing. whether his like of them is genuine or an act is unclear

-ok thats it thanks for reading

[miheartsedthings]

NEW NSFW Alphabet ~ Headcanon~ Billy Hargrove

Minors DNI

SO, I've taken the liberty of changing this up a bit. I've redesignated some of these letters because I think we've all seen the old ones so many times. Also, I think these changes could be more interesting for Billy in particular. Mind you not All of these are different, just some.

Enjoy

A- Aftercare (What is he like right after sex?)

Billy is attentive. He knows how rough he can be so after he's calmed down, he takes care to make sure you're okay. This can look like verbal check ins or bringing you water and towels. He'll make sure you're safe and comfortable.

B- Body Count

Billy gets around. He stopped counting after 30.

C- Cum

Billy likes it inside you. Rather that be your mouth or elsewhere, he likes the idea of the essence of himself being in you. On your chest is a close second.

D- Dirty Talk

Billy is big on dirty talk. He gets really into it and can't help telling you how good you feel and giving orders (stroke that c*ck, baby). He has no problem telling you what he plans to do to you.

E- Easy (Does he play hard to get?)

Billy is usually easy. The only exception is if you're desperate. Then, he'll tease you, making you beg and tell him how badly you want him.

F- Fight

Arguments with Billy don't typically turn into sex, believe it or not. When he's actually angry, Billy doesn't feel safe, and if he doesn't feel safe he's not getting aroused. He's much more likely to say something to embarrass you and then storm off.

G- "Good Girl"

Sex being one of the few times he can be openly affectionate, Billy showers you with praise. He's a big fan of telling you what you're good at, how nice you taste, how good you're doing. Etc.

He likes when you tell him how he's making you feel, and he LOVES to hear you say you're all his.

H- Hickey

YES, he loves giving you hickeys, all over your body but especially in places where people can see them. When you give him a hickey he wears it like a badge of honor. (Side note, this just gave me an idea for a story 😘)

I- Intimacy

Billy really enjoys intimacy and feeling loved by you, he just has trouble verbalizing it. He expresses love physically, he wants to touch and kiss and fondle you to show his affections. He's also slower to anger with you and will show up around you.

You know how cats pretend they don't care about you and then just "happen" to be in the same room as you all the time? Yeah, that's Billy. He just happens to show up to parties you're attending, even parties you're throwing that he wasn't invited to.

He crashed a wedding you attended because he heard you didn't have a plus one.

J- Jealous

Does it even need to be said? Billy will get jealous if your gaze lingers on a poster too long. He's a walking nightmare to any guy who looks your way. He's your scary dog privilege.

When he gets jealous there's a 50/50 chance that he's just as mad at you as the other person. Sometimes he views you as too innocent to notice other people lusting after you. At other times he accuses you of having a wandering eye.

It takes a long time to talk him out of his jealousy, but it always comes back to reminding him that he's good enough and you aren't going anywhere. After a jealous episode he's usually feeling vulnerable. Kisses help.

K- Kick (Something he's always kicking himself for)

Billy regrets the times you've seen him lose control of his anger. He wishes he could've been better when you met so you didn't have to see any of that and he could've avoided hurting you. Now that he's growing he just wishes he could've been a better man for you in the beginning.

L- Location

Billy is fond of car sex. He likes to get you in the backseat and put down a towel to protect the seats. He also likes to get you alone at a party with the music to cover the sounds.

M- Motivation

Billy gets turned on easily. He loves when you try to flirt with him, even if you're bad at it. If you're bad at it then he just teases you about your crumby game and watches you get flustered which he finds extremely cute.

He loves you in skirts and halter tops. He loves seeing you naked in his leather jacket. He'll pretty much f*ck you at the drop of a hat.

N- No

No scat, no golden showers, no sounding.

O- Oral

Billy is a big fan. BIG BIG fan of oral, both giving and receiving. In a way he's more proud of his skills with his tongue than with his stick. In a way it feels like more of an accomplishment to know how to use just your mouth and fingers to get someone off.

P- Position

His favorite position is cowgirl, believe it or not. (More on this later) A close second is having you flat on your stomach. He likes to have you like that with an arm around your neck, mostly because it quickly overwhelms you and he loves seeing you like that.

Q- Quickie

Billy is down for a quickie in theory. In practice he's more likely to just make you late to wherever you're supposed to be.

R- Risk

Billy likes a healthy level of risk. Like I mentioned he likes having sex at parties, but he'll also sneak into a bar or restaurant bathroom with you. Back row at a movie theater is a fun one.

S- Sloppy

Billy gets sloppy sometimes, maybe if he's drunk. He likes fingering you when you're really wet.

T- Time

Billy likes sex pretty much whenever, but his FAVORITE time is the middle of the night. If you find yourself up late with him you're going to get your cheeks clapped. This is also true if he wakes up in the middle of the night. And don't let there be a thunderstorm, Lord help you.

U- Unfair

Billy likes to tease you, fluster you, overwhelm you, make you say please, make you say exactly what you want before he gives it to you. Jerk.

V- Volume

Billy isn't shy about his sounds, he'll let you and the people next door know how he's feeling.

W- Weakness

When you ride him he falls to pieces, (see, told you we'd come back to it.) particularly when you get up on your feet and squat down on him. Combine that with a hand around his throat and he's done for.

X- Xenial (Is he hospitable?)

Billy wants you to feel safe and comfortable when you're with him. At first, he doesn't know how to go about it besides having stereotypical "girl" stuff around.

He also mistakes looking out for you and "keeping you safe" for being bossy. He'll try to tell you who to hang out with, how much to drink, and where to go because he wants to take care of you. Needless to say this causes problems.

At the end of the day, if you need anything all you have to do is ask.

Y- Yearning

Billy has a high sex drive, but it doesn't have to be penetration every time. He likes all kinds of sexual behavior and will thoroughly enjoy it every time.

Z- Zone

Billy wants above all else to just share space with you. It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, as long as you're safe and happy it's the perfect place for him.

Thanks for reading 😘

[allykatsart]

Secretive Moth

Usually, Hazbin redesigns aren't my cup of tea. I feel it's a bit much for me to claim I know how to make a design 'better'? I do, however, feel like Vaggie's design could have used another pass.

Gonna talk more about it under the cut but essentially, Vaggie doesn't have a bad design! This is just my design for the Fallen Emily AU! I needed a reference for poses/design so I didn't forget anything.

Fallen Emily AU

Commission Me!

Ok so! I am a huge art nerd and am gonna be art nerding here for a bit! I'll talk about my issues with Vaggie's cannon design and then go into my reasoning for the changes I made.

My Issues

This list won't be long, don't worry, and I understand there's nuance and room for interpretation (and that mine isn't perfect either).

I dislike her hair as is. It does evoke the shape and feel of moth wings, but it swallows her silhouette & makes the bow on her hair look like an afterthought.

I also dislike the thigh highs. Yes I know they're sexy, yes I know they go with the arm sleeve things. However they make the arms and legs a bit busy for my taste, especially with the hair coming down to her legs. (I also just prefer her without sleeves but that's a minor thing)

However, I like most other elements! Her hair stripe is a cool detail, her skin color is really pretty/compliments her, and her skirt fits her better than pants do! She looks a little out of place among the cast but that seems intentional. Her design also hints to what she truly is, especially with the x over her eye!

My Changes

The biggest thing you'll notice is that I gave her a coat. This had two reasons to it. Firstly, for story reasons, I wanted to give her something like a blanket to comfort her. Secondly, I wanted to keep the moth wing silhouette, but reduce it from the original. The coat is kind of like a pair of fake wings.

Color wise, I brought the blue/white from her thigh highs to the coat and I made the red a bit cooler. This is so she can stand a bit in contrast with Charlie, who's a warmer red/yellow. It's also to imply she's covering up some of her impulsiveness and passion with logic and a cool head. (Also cause blue gay x red gay)

Her hair, I tied back (Like in the finale) and made it more curved. Kinda to imply a softer personality despite the harsh edges. In shape language terms, I tried to include all three, with the coat being more square, the body being more sharp, and the hair being more curved.

Speaking of body, I also changed her body type. Not much but enough to where I'd consider her chubby. I really like the redesigns that do this and I feel it'd help bring some variety to the lineup of twinks lol

[aroacewxs]

i'd like to bring attention to the chicken robot rui has had since the beginning of time

this little guy has accompanied our purple friend since his guerrilla gig days. he and rui go WAY BACK. rui keeps it in a cage hanging from his work room ceiling which i find absolutely ridiculous i almost lost my shit the first time i noticed it just. Hanging. Watching.

The Bird Knows Of Your Misdoings

you can also see it in miku's curtain call event 3*. hiding. watching. observing. peeking through the shadows

anyways this show bird was revamped during phoenix to help tsukasa train for his role as rio

and yup. still in a cage, just in case if you were wondering

ft. a glimpse of kamishiro rui being absolutely miserable

okay but surely. SURELY. we have not heard of the chicken since, right? there's no way they would be this consistent in including this SINGLE ROBOT every other time!

or is there.

yup, just as 3rd anniv rolled around and the new wxs redesigns were released (it was during this time i reached Peak Crazy), i noticed something incredibly familiar about the bird rui was holding in his hand and typed "rui's room project sekai" into my google search engine with rapid fingers to double check. and indeed. it's the same goddamn bird.

he was cruel to turn away from the camera and leave rui fanartists starved but merciful enough to free the Bird from its cage and allow it a taste of the spotlight. how considerate of my son

i just thought it was funny, Okay. he and that chicken robo have been through thick and thin together. they are the textbook definition of friendship, i fear

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Going on the Diner with the Hazbin Redesign gang!!

Art Collab with @dnpanimationstudioclone @p0rk-guts @braveboiart @theloganator101 and drawing nifty for @hotter-than-hell-rewrite on Discord!!

Thank you for the art collab!

How they end up at the restaurant.

Angelo felt hungry when he walked down the street he wanted to buy food but Charlene got the cash as he groaned that he accidentally left a wallet in his room as he see a chimera girl who wore a red suit and kinda resembles Charlene as he asked the girl.

“Heya missy ya got cash on ya?”

“Why of course,why?”

“I’m hungry.”

“Oh well wanna grab a bite at the restaurant?”

“Hell yeah!”

They both go in the restaurant as they go to the table as they all sitting down with a stranger that look very familiar to Angelo friends they all ordered a food as they ate their food and have a conversation with eachother.

Angelo secretly steal everyone food as he ordered another one.

Charlotte is impressed about the taste of the spaghetti and Vox stared at Angelo is confusion.

Alastor struggled with a register and Sir pentious is measuring his parfait.

After he left the restaurant he says goodbye to the strangers that look familiar to his friends as Charlene found him she grabbed his hands and take him back to the Inn.

Charlotte exit the restaurant door as she see a blonde curly hair girl with a halo and wore a pink dress she squinted her eyes that girl looks very familiar as she shrugged off.

✨👇Art progress drawing from the server👇✨

[keirawantstocry]

tubbo goodnight kisses....

i think they would get increasingly worse with doing normal couple things with tubbo like giving him flowers or dragging him to one of their houses to sleep in bed with them every night. one of them is redesigning a room in their house probably fit's and they start asking him what he thinks of certain furniture or wallpaper and he gets really confused because he hasn't realized he moved in with them a month ago

-🐍

helloooo anon i dont think ive had the pleasure of writing for. welcome :)

Tubbo cocked his head in confusion at the figure outside his door. “Pac?” 

The man in question grinned at him before holding out the bouquet of small white flowers. “For you!” 

Tubbo took them gently looking at the flowers in confusion before looking back up at Pac. “What are they?” 

“They're called baby's breath.” 

Tubbo laughed. “What a strange name.” 

Pac shrugged. “Pretty though right?” 

Tubbo nodded and murmured a sound of assent. 

Pac smiled a wicked grin. “Not as pretty as you.” With a wink he skipped off leaving Tubbo alone in his doorway, face flushed and jaw gaping. 

-

Fit would show up at all hours of the night, collapsing onto his bed and pulling Tubbo into his arms. Tubbo always squirmed, squinted at him and bitched. But the truth was he enjoyed it. It felt safe in Fit's arms and he hated being alone in a cold bed. 

Sometimes Pac would join them. Curl up on Tubbo's other side and interlock their fingers. 

He didn't know how to feel when he woke up and their fingers were still loosely entangled. 

And sometimes Pac came on his own. Pac was… more eager than Fit. Grabbing at Tubbo's waist and he came up behind him. Curling on top of him like a wet cat with sad puppy eyes. He could get anything with those eyes and he certainly tried. Fit evidently had more will because Tubbo knew the taste and shape of Pac's lips before the warrior did. 

-

“What's your favorite color?” Fit asked as he stared at the blank wall of the new room the three of them were decorating. 

“Uhhh, blue I guess.” 

Pac smiled at that as Fit nodded. 

The next time Tubbo visited the room was painted blue. A picture of Sunny was on the wall. There was a bed big enough for three people. They all started to sleep there. Out of mere coincidence of course. Right? he thought one night as he listened to their soft snores, their arms around him. Why would they make this room specifically for him? That'd be downright ridiculous. 

[wyfy-meltdown]

I did it again!!! Meet my second PMMM OC: Shinoha Murofushi!

More info below the cut *⁠.⁠✧

Basic Info:

Name: Shinoha Murofushi

Age: 16

Height: 5'6

Wish: "'My ultimate dream could come true'... If that's really the case then, I want to get revenge on those bastards!"

Weapon: Dual Swords

Power: The ability to release attacks used against her back at an enemy*

Soul Gem: Bellflower (*also somewhat looks like a skull) located below the chest, with scales on the bottom of the soul gem

Witch: Nemesis

*She can only absorb attacks that have hit her, and will take damage from anything that hits her. She can store damage for as long as she wants, but when she releases it, every attack she's stores gets released at once. However the attack affected her is how it will affect the target she releases on: Ex. Someone punches her causing a bloody nose, Shinoha releases her damage, and the puncher gains a bloody nose and the pain that caused the bloody nose. Ex2. Someone breaks her arm with a baseball bat, Shinoha releases her damage, and the batter gains a broken arm and the pain of a baseball bat to the arm.

Personality:

She's incredibly standoffish and tries her best to be alone at all times. She rarely leaves her room, and hates going to school. She's quick to judge and mistrust others, and it's incredibly hard for her to lower her guard. She's learned to cut her own hair (due to avoiding leaving the house) and while she has exceptional talent doing so, she has no interest in being a hairdresser. She rarely sleeps, and is always tired. She maintains a perfect poker face, but struggles with violent thoughts and self-loathing: becoming a magical girl has given her an outlet for her struggles, although she gets very brutal in fights. Her favorite food is seafood, and she can't stand the taste of sweet things. Despite her dark thoughts, she's very meek, and seldom voices her opinions and feelings. If she's got a problem with someone, they likely don't know until it's too late. Her downbeat nature means she doesn't have many hobbies; she spends most of her time on her phone, and is a closet idol fanatic.

Design Breakdown:

This design was a challenge and a pain. I struggled A LOT to incorporate her "revenge" wish and find a good theming for it, but all I could really work with was "greek goddess Nemesis" (justice/law/punishment theme). I managed to fit in some wing-like shapes (skirt, swords) but I don't know if it's obvious enough(?) Her hair-circle is meant to look like a halo (angel of punishment theme) but I'm not sure if it just looks like a random circle or an actual halo. I included bellflower motifs because... I have no real reason; nice concept, but I can't draw bellflowers well. Her colour palette was the most difficult part (theming second) because no colours fit her??? I don't know how to describe it, but no colours worked right with her personality (not even black or white). I settled on green with grey hair, but it'll probably change if I ever draw her again. I fear her design is a little to "fantasy" not enough "magical girl" (but that might just be my "ruffles/pink" brainrot). I tried really hard to give her a should cloak, then a caplet, and finally I gave up and just went with the sleeves.

Overall: she was a struggle, and I don't think I got across my theming and motifs well. I might try to redesign her in the future, but for now I'm content with this: I think it's good for my current skill level and her current concept.

Trivia:

She didn't believe in magical girls at all, but after much pestering convincing from Komoe, she unseriously made a wish before becoming a magical girl

Her damage absorbing ability causes her to intentionally endanger herself in fights against witches (possible concept)

Originally her plan was to kill her bullies, but she instead opted to use her power to curse them

She would've liked to be the brooding loner type of magical girl, but Komoe had other plans

She has a mini fridge in her room and it's her favorite thing in the world

It's always dark in her room, so she can see well in the dark (potential plot point later[?])

She's a big fan of spy, action, and mystery movies; and has some form of online review blog

She has a mannequin in her room she vents her frustrations and feelings to (she strongly dislikes showing emotions in public and/or around others)

As much as she's tried to fight it, Komoe often comes to her house with groceries, grief seeds, gifts, and other things to give to Shinoha

Although she was initially very unhappy about becoming a magical girl (she kinda became a magical girl on accident), she's slowly learning to embrace her magical girl persona (and becoming more deranged in the process!)

She named her magical girl swords after her two favorite idols, and has begun a personal sword collection (a goal Komoe helped her set was to eventually forge a sword herself)

She once drank a small bottle of vanilla extract without batting an eye (it was dark, she was tired and didn't feel like reading)

She punts around Inkyuu like a ball

[poppuppink]

If the Joestars only knew that Dio could cry with just your dismissive touch, they would've thought it was the work of an enemy stand on the vampire; they thought wrong

With all the rooms that stayed empty throughout Dio's domain, your room was right beside his. Though he wanted you to sleep with him, the vein growing by your tense jaw said otherwise. Even with your rooms separated by the wall, his room was always silent, not even the fancies of his wine or cutlery gave the slightest hint of a life in the next room over. Dio simply wished to hear you more than he could hear himself. When he finally gained your permission to move your room from the hallway to right next to his, it was as if his servants could see a dog's excitement resonate in their master.

Dio ordered for all objects in his room to be redesigned to fit his taste for you. His glasses for wine were accompanied with heavy coasters, his floor was matted with thicker gold cloth, and even his own bed frame was devoid of all sound. You, didn't know this, so you couldn't relax with the thought that Dio could easily use his vampire enhanced hearing to intrigue himself.

Dio did however, make his presence clear when he exited the room. His footsteps at night would always lead to your door as the light from the hallway enters the room, so does Dio enter your bed. It didn't bother you that he entered you room without your consent, you were more upset that he only disturbed you only at night. His hands would only loom over your body, barely touching you unless you moved otherwise. If you were too tired to stay on guard at night, your body would move to him for warmth, due to the lack of sunlight in the morning to heat up the room.

The room was decorated by your own hands and the help of Dio himself. Never in his wildest dreams would he allow anyone else to help you besides him, he would always comment how it was useless to make anyone incompetent to make your place as comfortable as he can. You didn't care with how much time he decided to have with you instead of his plan to get rid of the Joestars, even Vanilla Ice and Enyaba would try to contact Dio that he hasn't asked for wine or sent a minion out to do his bidding in a while.

In the morning when you start to wake, you'd be held in a tight grip with Dio's embrace on your hips and his head resting on your stomach. Dio would be relaxed, heavy in his slumber. His servants would alert Dio about the possibility of sun rays in his vicinity, only your room was granted that feature. Yet Dio slept, even a bit of drool could be felt with the warmth of his breath touching your stomach. It is only when you say his name with annoyance and your hand patting his arms will he rub his head against you with the slight whisper for five more minutes.

During meal time, you'd be sat on your chair with Dio's large throne scooted as close as it can be to yours. Both of his hands hold your waist in a loose embrace, his head resting on your shoulder. You eat your meal naturally, as if he was never there, the glare from the old hag and Vanilla ice could start a fire on your head.

Dio soon regains himself to sit upright and stare at you as you eat. His meal that smells of Iron and fresh meat doesn't even tingle his mouth, his eyes only drinking you. You gave him an unimpressed glance as he only but pushes your elbow time to time, small bits of your food dropping onto his arm still slung on your lap. One of his servants place a pack of tissues by his side, his head never even trying to even catch sight of you. Dio looks expectantly at you with the same mischief a cat would have.

"You dirtied yourself on purpose, clean yourself up, you sewer rat!" You all but said in pure annoyance to his face as you went to grab for your wine to drink

Dio only took this opportunity to use his dirty arm to take the glass away from you. He grins as you glare at him, he hands it to his stand as he blocks your vision with the spreading breakfast on his forearm.

"I was tired my dear, it is only natural for one to be given some slack." His grin only grows wider as he sees the twitch in your gritted teeth

"Besides, my dear, my arm has decided to occupy itself elsewhere." He waves his arm mockingly in front of you, "Can I not ask you to help me this once, were you not the same person to spill it on me?"

You take a glance at his arm around you then back to his cheeky smile. Out of all the people under his thumb, to all the ladies he impregnated, and even his own stand; he chose you to aid him. You sigh and grabbed the tissues on the table, the nosy eyes of Dio's followers all wanted to punish you and yet knew better than to do so. Your hand slide the tissue down from his bicep to his ring bracelets, taking only a line of spilled soup within the tissue. You then grab Dio's hand encasing your lap behind you, and removed it from you. Placing the tissues in his hand, you stand up from your seat.

"We're literally older than normal people, you brat. Did you never learn how to clean yourself?" You quip as you exit the dining room

In a few seconds, you hear the chairs squeak and Dio is suddenly by your side, talking your ear off about anything that comes to his mind to try and make you laugh. No one in this world would believe he would decide to act like this with anyone who isn't him, well, they were wrong

Apparently, not all people got the hint, that you were off limit for reasons. A group of three people, Dio's servants, decided to teach you the true reason why their master is feared.

They planned to showcase you one of Dio's acts of his worst side, feeding time. A small knock on your door led you to the servants leading you to Dio's throne room.

Dio needed to feed at times, everyday. He doesn't want to do so, when you're nearby, so he has an isolated location for it. In this room, he lured the stupid to come inside; to wait, then strike. He doesn't follow on the rules of those cheesy vampire acts in media, but he does enjoy the practice of it onto you

To hold someone in such an intimate embrace for the purpose of living, to Dio, is something to be reckoned with

"Master Dio?"

Dio sat in the dark, awaiting for this foolish human to come closer, he beckons

"Come closer" He demands in his low and cold voice

This person was one of the witnesses to the fiasco his enemies brewed. She saw things that weren't meant for mortal eyes.

So here she stands, in Dio's gaze, living her last moments in front of this monster

"Master, why have you called me?" She tenses in the cold air, her body sweating to this unknown danger

Dio doesn't say anything, rather, he makes himself visible to her. His figure showcased his broad body to the woman before him, his steps slow and calculated. You could assume, he was here to do a crime.

Dio's hands snake around the woman, she didn't even notice the same serpent eyes grazing her neck. He holds her with a strong grip, but just enough to still be intimate. It's the calm before the storm for her, but, it is not just her to experience that

You walked to the door and intend to open it immediately, but your guts tell you otherwise. Just what was this feeling of dread? It was Dio, a man who lives up to a God, but not to work as worse as the Devil.

So you stop. You stop and use your senses to the extreme, maybe you could get a hint on what to expect before you inside. Then, you hear it.

A blood curdling scream erupts from the room. Your hair stands on edge as it silences itself before it could reach a few seconds to echo.

"What?" You question to yourself

You look around to ask the servants, but they disappear just as fast as shadows leave the night. The door creaks the slightest for you to notice inside. What lies behind it was Dio feeding on the woman in an animalistic position.

His head deeply dug into the crook of her neck, his hands grip on her wrist and waist, and the woman all but stares right at you. You could only look back at the scene, the sweat dripping on your forehead pushes you to blink, to breathe; to do something.

You weren't a vampire, but you were aware of their existence even as you were an immortal person. What you weren't aware of, was that Dio was one of those creatures as well.

Vampires were not your enemies, but they were always hungry to the point of destruction. All they would love, would not live long. All that they were, was food to them, nothing more.

Dio in his frenzy to drink the woman dry, never noticed your presence. His mind fuzzy from the hunger and his pleasure. It grows worse when all that was left, was the skin and clothes clutching the bones of nothing.

He breathes out a sigh of satisfaction and cleans up afterwards. It was messy at times when he needs to clench himself, but he always composed himself before meeting you. Your face with pure disgust at his filth, was Dio's nightmare.

You, on the other hand, was hold up in your room. The clenched bedsheets in your hands and your tense form was a statement of your fear. Were you kept here for not the love of Dio, but just an emergency meal for that beast?

You planned to not find out. In a state of confusion from this discovery, your feet led you to the door. Nothing but the exit of this place was your only concern, you lived long enough to know when was the time to move.

As you reach out to open the door, Dio stands before you. His smile intoxicated your senses with relief, but your guts scream at you to leave him and run.

Yet, you stay still. Eyes looking at you with glee to worry, Dio raises a hand to your cheek. You all but avoid it, something you never did, no matter how much you hated him.

Dio scrunches his brows as your form passes by his through the door. His eyes follow after you with his head confused on your actions. It took him a few seconds to follow afterwards to be right beside you, but the distance between you two felt like worlds apart.

[cheemscakecat]

MLP Redesigns/Rewrite Pt 3: Pinkie Pie

Pinkie Pie’s real name is Pink Granite, but she grew to prefer the nickname. Rock Ponies are similar to Mennonites in that they are somewhat closed off from the rest of Equestria, while still being open to new technology and respecting ponies with differing beliefs. They do not in fact eat the rocks.

Diamond Dogs live in mountains and hills that are rocky. There are two main hostile groups that trade with each other: those in the gem-mining territory that need slaves, and those in Rock pony territory who hunt for new slaves to sell. They have no interest in regular rock and minerals, just kidnapping the ponies in exchange for gems.

This has been a terrible problem for Rock ponies for a few generations, so they’ve been very stringent about coat color and hair color. Rock Ponies try to keep dull colors in the gene pool for the camouflage; Diamond Dogs are bad at seeing dull colors, hypersensitive to bright colors, and use their dog pheromones to locate each other.

Pinkie’s parents were advised to send her to one of the regular pony villages when she was a filly. It was common practice to send brightly colored Rock Ponies to the safe areas of Equestria where Diamond Dogs didn’t dare hunt new victims. The mountains and hills were on the edge of Celestia’s jurisdiction and Diamond Dogs could easily chock up disappearances to Rock Ponies getting lost or injured in the dangerous mines.

Pinkie’s parents didn’t want to separate her from her siblings or them, so they tried to keep her at the farm. Other families kept their foals from playing with her because her red hair was essentially a beacon for slavers, and anyone too close would get snatched too.

Eventually the slavers did find Pinkie and snatch her when she veered a bit too far away from her Mom’s line of sight. They had her in chains that were a bit too big, but very very heavy for a foal, so she didn’t think she could slip out.

They hadn’t gotten very far when Rainbow Dash’s first sonic rainboom went off, temporarily blinding the dogs with the colors they were so sensitive to. This was also when Pinkie discovered that laughing and getting energized was a great way to get your heart pumping and slip out of heavy bonds.

She managed to get back home without getting recaptured, and her parents decided to send her to Ponyville to apprentice at the bakery.

The good news was that Pinkie didn’t see color as a curse; it literally saved her from a life of servitude. She didn’t resent the Cakes or other ponies that lived in safety and without the need to worry about color. Pinkie instead kept headfirst into learning the history and culture of Equestria, and tasting every colorful crop that was too risky to grow back on the farm.

She sent jams, jellies, preserves and pickles to the farm in dull paper to make it look like rocks. She learned to make pound cake and flavored bread that would last long enough to make the trip.

The bad news was that nearly getting kidnapped and enslaved left Pinkie with trauma and a very overactive version of the Rock Pony 6th sense. She hates being alone for very long and usually fills a room with conversation or music because silence unsettles her.

She had a panic attack when she found out Rarity got kidnapped and was unable to go with the rest of the mane 6 to rescue her.

You can probably imagine that getting her cutie mark snatched by Starlight and locked in the indoctrination shed was a deeply triggering experience, even with the rest of her friends there for moral support. Before she even got off the train her 6th sense was giving her the urge to bolt as far as possible from the cult, before they even knew something was off.

Rainbow Dash took on the role of the hopeful friend and the one trying to lift everyone’s spirits. Pinkie became abnormally quiet and wouldn’t look at or speak to the cult members who came to check on them. She did join Applejack in tearing the indoctrination books and posters to shreds though.

Pinkie hung close to Rainbow Dash when they were left alone by the cult, but usually shrank down in the far corner of the room, ears and tail twitching whenever they appeared. Rainbow, Twilight and Rarity were the ones most effectively communicating with the cult members; Applejack was the most furious and least approachable outside of Fluttershy’s sickness.

Surprisingly, it was not Applejack who spit on Starlight and slammed the door in her face during her one and only empty speech at the indoctrination shed; it was a seething Pinkie Pie. A group of cultists saw Starlight’s benevolent leader mask slip for a minute before she managed to put the act back on.

Pinkie Pie loved color and always felt a little out of place with her dull, granite colored pelt. Her new form was the most colorful out of the group, and gave her more durability and chaotic magic. Pinkie understandably was not cut out for dismantling the Diamond Dog slave empire, which is why Rarity was sent instead.

Pinkie instead became the pony envoy to the Yak kingdom, [which is not characterized the same way as before] and began introducing both ponies and Yaks to each others’ cultures.

In the age of Draqonequus, several powerful species predated the rise of Horse and Pony-kind. The Draqonequus, who were similar to dragon/goat hybrids, the Manticores, the Dragons, and the Goats. Yaks did not have magic, and thus were at a disadvantage compared to other species.

Manticores and Dragons lived in warrior cultures with a disdain for weaker species that lacked magic or strength. Manticores were like Spartans, brutal and harsh on their own kind, much less those seen as weak. Their cruelty bred the perfect conditions for Tirek the Magic-Glutton. Yaks had no magic for the monster to eat, so he left them alone. Dragons were like Vikings if they were stuck navigating warmer areas because of their cold blood. The Yaks were far more endangered by Dragons than Manticores, and took to settling in the coldest parts of the world to avoid them. This did not mean that Manticores other than Tirek left them alone, however.

Manticores used to invade Yak settlements to use them as unwilling training dummies. They made it a tradition for the new child recruits to start their training by attacking the Yaks. The goal was more to overpower them and grow desensitized to attacking another village, but that didn’t mean there weren’t casualties.

By the time Discord became the sole user of the Elements of Harmony, the Yaks had grown very distrustful of strangers and tried desperately to become aggressive enough to drive off the Manticores. It took some time for Discord’s funny and friendly attitude to penetrate the generational fear of outside species.

Once Discord was able to befriend the Yaks, he decided to help them enchant their borders to block any Manticores from stepping foot in their land.

But as the world shifted and Horses and Ponies became more and more prominent, Discord grew to resent them and the elements. He sealed the Yak kingdom off from the rest of the world entirely, just to keep the Horses and Ponies from doing anything to outdo the Yaks or outlive them. This seal lasted as long as any of Celestia’s ever did; 1000 years.

This meant that there was a huge language barrier when the seal was undone and new diseases were introduced from the outside world. The Prince and his attendants went to get help, and were sent to Ponyville to talk to Zecora and avoid the city’s larger pool of germs.

It was a very stressful time, being around the strange people that the hero of old was angry with, and knowing that they had magic and flight. Some ponies spoke with too many words [Twilight] some had thick accents [Applejack] and they all spoke too fast. Zecora, while not rhyming every sentence, still had a poetic way of talking with similes and metaphors.

Ponies had wildly different sounding words and sayings that the Yaks had no context for. The Pegasi had different body language from other ponies and that made them the most stressful Ponies to deal with. The journey was terribly long and the people were sick.

But at the bakery, which served the Prince and his men their rations, there was a very funny Pony with no magic and no wings. The ancestors had documented their time with the strange and funny hero that kept the Manticores away. Their culture had grown to see laughter and fun as something sacred, something that would bless their people and keep them safe.

Envoy Pinkie Pie introduced the Yaks to all the different foods she could think of. New songs and new jokes and new pranks. Her chaos magic and durability could protect her if something did attack, but they were mainly for entertainment and surviving the larger Yaks if they got overexcited, fell, or pranked too hard.

Having an earth pony come to teach them about the outside world was less stressful than a being meant to have magic. She didn’t expect them to learn magic or integrate it into their work and infrastructure. She used her hooves for most things and the chaos magic for entertainment rather than anything serious, like Twilight would have.

The Yaks didn’t change much outside of visiting other nations and making more food from across Equestria. They had no need to learn magic or defend themselves, and if that were to change, the immortal Princesses and the Hero of old would be there to help. Thankfully the 1000 years of Discord being a legend established a friendlier attitude before anyone made contact. Although it did make them pretty cunning pranksters.

[ufonaut]

What are your favorite JSA designs ?

that's a very broad question given that you didn't specify which incarnation of the jsa but i'll go with a random assortment of some of my favorite members from all over :)

alan scott

there's just no beating paul reinman as far as i'm concerned! a couple designs have come close (paul smith in the golden age 1993 and eduardo barreto in all-american comics 1999 as well as mikel janin's current work on justice society of america 2022 all come to mind) but mr reinman had it all figured out all the way back in comic cavalcade 1942. the ideal alan is old hollywood handsome and just about the biggest guy in the room at all times but with rounded edges too, the kinda physique born out of physical work during his years on the railroad and later maintained by the starheart. james robinson certainly isn't wrong when he says "no one else's that tall" in tga '93 #2!

jay garrick

in contrast to alan, jay's gotta be all thin and lanky (and relatively short although he doesn't quite look it) and john byrne's the man for the job through his jsa arc in wonder woman 1987 #130-133. diego olortegui's work on jay garrick: the flash 2023 is also entirely ideal to me -- that's the jay i know and love!

jonathan law

the fantastic tarantula costume from all-star squadron is already a redesign of his original 1940s costume (which was a bit too kirby-era sandman for everybody's taste) but the gunfighter-esque look paul smith gave him in the golden age 1993 is beyond anything. so good it's unreal.

rex tyler

peter snejbjerg's hourman. perfection. something wildly deeply charming to me about the clean lines and the manic energy of his three-issue appearance in starman 1994 #77-79, perfectly in character for my ol' pal rexy. there's plenty of great hourmen out there, this one's mine :)

ted knight

it's not even worth pretending anyone has ever topped emil gershwin's work on starman or ever will. my god, it's extraordinary. it's something else entirely. emil's brief run on adventure comics 1938 was utter perfection, and that's saying something considering he followed jack burnley whose work on ted was already gorgeous!

johnny quick

mort meskin's sense of motion, his lithe lean playful impossibly dynamic johnny quick... that's the stuff of legends. it doesn't get better than meskin on more fun comics 1936, and the classics are classics for a reason.

jim corrigan

i mean, jim aparo's hard boiled detective throughout wrath of the spectre 1988. what else is there to say!

[sugar-phoenix]

unfinished rought unedited short story about vampires

alright so the winning vote out of the polls was "yes" so I'm deciding to post my unfinished short story draft here because I'm too impatient to wait until i finish it to post it

My new roommate is a vampire.

How do I know this? Simple.

Johnny Robert-Mulligan told me, about a week after he moved in.

“Now you seem like a respectable man, Daniel, so I'll tell you straight up: I'm a vampire.”

I nodded, thinking that he was joking or high or something.

“I will be having blood packets delivered to me each week. You need not make dinner for two. And don't invite your friends over on nights of full moons unless you want them to be sucked dry.”

We stared at each other for a moment. It was then that I realized that he was being completely serious. And then, he laughed, quite loudly, which scared the wits out of me.

“I'm just kidding, of course,” he said, chuckling.

“Oh, thank God. I thought you were actually a vampire there for a moment.”

“No I am, I am a vampire. I was joking about the full moon thing. That's a werewolf thing, not a vampire thing.”

I only stared at him in shock again.

“Oh, don't tell me you believe in werewolves? Those are completely made up.”

“Well,” I responded, “until five minutes ago I didn't think of the possibility of either vampires or werewolves being real.”

And thus began our odd friendship, of which I learned a great deal about vampires. As it turned out, vampires were a lot less untouchable than I had previously thought.

“Is it true that vampires die from a stake to the heart?” I asked one lazy Sunday afternoon, while we were watching the game. The ads were rolling, and I was eager to take this chance to ask my new roommate more about himself.

“Technically speaking, a stake to the heart could kill anything. You could also kill me by stabbing me, shooting me, running me over, throwing me off a cliff,” Johnny proceeded to count off his fingers. “Anything that would kill you would kill me.”

“Oh, I see. I guess that makes sense.”

“We're not immortal either,” he added, taking a sip out of his Coke can. Although soda did nothing for him in terms of sugar intake or energy, he told me that he had gotten quite hooked on the taste.

“You aren't?”

“No, we're just extremely long lived. I think my great grandfather lived for almost 600 years.”

I let that sink in.

“How old are you, Johnny?”

“I think I'm turning 197 this year.”

I turned to look at him.

“That would mean you've lived through both of the World Wars.”

“Oh yes, I did. I don't remember anything though, I was too young. You see, vampires only reach adulthood at around 150 years of age.” He took another sip of his soda. “You know, come to think of it, my parents might have stolen blood from the opposing sides to keep us fed. I think there was a movement or something. ‘Make The Nazis Paler’ and all that.”

“I see.”

And then the ad roll finished, and we were back to watching the game.

 I neglected to mention that Johnny was roommates with me because we were both enrolled in a local college. I was undertaking my bachelor’s in graphic design, which meant that I was more often than not buried under design projects, the likes of which could run from posters to redesigning entire corporations. Thusly, I would often have myself shut in my room during the busier weeks, specifically midterms and finals.

Johnny told me that he hadn’t decided what his major was, and that he was simply experiencing what college was like. He doubted that he’d have a use for it, to which he told me his mother disagreed, since he would at least need to take a job of some sort and make money, but what was the use if it was only going to last him so long and in about 300 years it would probably become obsolete?

I only nodded and hummed to his explanation. I didn’t quite like thinking about these things. Everything seemed so impermanent when you were a vampire, and as a relatively short-lived human, it was creepy to think about.

Thankfully, Johnny got along quite well with my friends. He didn’t have any friends of his own, which I thought was strange, but it’s possible that he drove them away with his casual talk of things that happened long ago. If you didn’t know he was a vampire you’d probably think he was a freakish nerd of some sort. But because Johnny was my roommate, and because he got along with my friends, they were apt to invite him along with me whenever they had parties.

It was at one of these house parties that Johnny met Cynthia. She was a psych student, and she often twirled her hair around her finger like as if she could will it to curl just by doing so. She always had one or two girlfriends around that she talked to, and rarely did she talk to anyone outside of them. But for whatever reason, she caught Johnny’s eye.

“I think she’s a vampire,” he said to me one day, as I was trying to work with the pressure-cooker in our kitchen.

“Yeah?”  The contraption hissed steam at me, and I prayed it wouldn’t take my eye out. “What gave you that idea?”

“I think—no, I know she’s a vampire. She’s got that quality about her.”

“What quality?”

“Vampire quality. You know, we can sense each other out.”

“I see.” I didn’t particularly believe him, but I wasn’t going to say that either. What do I know, perhaps vampires did have a sixth sense for each other, and perhaps this was what was happening, rather than my initial theory that Johnny had a big fat crush on Cynthia and was secretly hoping she was just like him. Of course, I kept all this to myself.

“Go and speak to her then,” I said.

“What? No. Women must be approached carefully, Daniel, otherwise you risk spooking them away.”

“You speak as though they’re skittish deer. I think you’re just scared of talking to her.”

“Scared? No. I’m simply being strategic.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Strategic, scared. Either way, you haven’t talked to her yet.”

“I will talk to her. Soon. Next chance I get. I plan on it.” I nodded, gingerly lifting the lid of the pressure cooker to reveal the pasta and sauce within.

divider by cafekitsune!