#the eye tattoos are like peacock feathers

[occudo]

Hi!!!!!! I love your AUs, I just binge read them!!!!!!! I love how you draw Georgie, Melanie and Gerry in particular!

I wanted to ask, in the Magus AU, what happened to Mary? And Eric? Did something similar to the Gertrude Still Lives AU happen?

Also all the details in their clothes (in the Magus AU) are stunning! Is there a particular reason why Gerry's outfits are always This Is A Titties Out kind of outfit?

Unfortunately, this AU is more like the canon than GiSA with the Keay family, except Mary wasn't a proper witch- no titles, no school, -just her trying (and failing) with magic. So no Eric in this one :/

I just think it fits this AU more.

For your outfit question: Does the Sun need a particular reason to shine?

It's also a power move, showing off his eye tattoos.

[bamfwizard]

in honor of the birthday of the lady himself, "elements of juno that I headcanon or would draw in my version"

-chronic sweatpants wearer unless it's nureyev's turn to choose his outfit (they probably have one day, called something dumb like Fancy Friday, where Juno gives Nureyev permission to choose his outfit. it evolved into him taking the opportunity to style his hair, do his makeup, etc. Juno is content because it makes nureyev absolutely ecstatic)

-peacock feathers and motifs everywhere (probably a peacock feather patch on his boots)

-oh yeah, boots. big doc marten ass boots. chunky fucks. multiple pairs in diff colors. roses/dahlias on one of em

-mercury alchemical symbol earring on one ear, just because I've seen an earring like that and want to buy it because it's peak nonbinary fashion

-prefers minimalist or simpler clothes because he isn't much for receiving gifts, but most of his wardrobe just kinda.....appears there. it's obviously from nureyev. like, he knows that. a lot of it is more expensive than one would expect but he knows it's stolen and for some reason that comforts him?

-dresses whenever a heist or job allows for it. prefers sleeker, form-fitting ones that drive nureyev INSAAAANE

-curves curves ass ass so much ass and curves hips and booty just so absolutely hhhhgggg

-heels but never over 4 inches because he'd trip

-a few faded but very fashionable tattoos, most recently a tiny rabbit on his ankle

-GOLD EYE SHADOW EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME ALL OF IT HHHHH

-rita and him dyed the tips of their hair magenta at the end of s2 because FRIENDSSS

[tinydeskwriter]

Grammy Night 23’

"I feel like I'm going to burst the seams of the dress."  Y/n commented looking at herself in the mirror as Lamby's assistant finished zipping her dress, her breasts were almost bursting out of it, a beautiful creation made of Swarovski silver crystals.

 “Darling, you are going to be the hottest woman on that carpet.”  Her husband’s stylist praised her  bringing in his hand the fishnet mask with crystals that would go over her eyes and dyed peacock feathers that went on the back of her head. “See if the crystals will get in the way of you seeing.”

“Honey Baby, how do I look?” Y/n turned to see her husband walking into the room, she knew what he would wear, she had seen the sketches but it was another thing to see the final result.  Harry looked hot as hell, the colorful crystal patchwork jumpsuit couldn't be more perfect on him, it showed his chiseled body, the tattoos,  the fantastic chest his fans—and wife—are crazy about, all the hair, the lonely curl... Harry just smiled, the answer to his question was clear in the way his wife stared at him.  "See people, that's why we have three kids."  He joked pointing to his wife,  causing their team to laugh.  “You are a vision Honey.” He said pecking her on the lips, hands going to her waist. “My favorite MILF.” He whispers, kissing her neck.

“Says the man who half the internet calls ‘’Daddy’” She teases.

“Having my kids did good to you.”  He jokes staring at his wife's cleavage. 

Y/n just rolls her eyes, a smile still in her face. 

“Darling, Sue, sorry to interrupt your dirty talk,  but it’s frosting time, and then you guys are good to go.” Lambert came their way with a jewelry tray.  

Before Lamby could start helping Y/n with the pieces of jewelry they'd selected at Tiffany's in NYC the week before, H interrupted him, pulling a chain from his pocket.  

“You don't have to wear it today, I bought it as a push present and also celebrate my Grammy nominations, I wouldn't be here today without you, My Love.”  The chain was white gold, delicate with colored stones, and a teardrop diamond the same color as her engagement ring held by a fig.

The woman was speechless, looking from the necklace to her lover of more than a decade.  It was a substantial gift, but Harry had always been generous, and he enjoyed spoiling her since they’re teens and couldn’t afford diamonds. She just turned around, allowing him to fasten the jewel around her neck.  She ran her hand over the diamond, it was the exact same color as her engagement ring—a fancy green diamond almost the same color of her husbands eyes—.

“My Love… this is beautiful, thank you so much.” She turned around, taking his face between her hands and kissing him passionately, trying to express through the kiss all her love for him.

Harry smiled into the kiss, his hands tightening on her hips.

Jeff came in at that exact moment to inform them that the car was already waiting to take them from the Chateau to the Crypto.com Arena. 

Lambert and his assistant quickly help Y/n put on all the jewelry Tiffany had borrowed them, the Edwardian choker, which complemented the necklace Harry had given her, a mishmash of earrings—a massive chandelier, followed by a dainty stud, and diamond hoops—in all of her ear piercings, a beautiful Art Deco bracelet mixed with the colorful collection of  tennis bracelets Y/n wore to mark every Mother's Day since the birth of her eldest son. 

On her fingers she preferred to go with her usual rings. 

 Her engagement ring and wedding band were the only rings on her left hand.  While on the right she wore the same 'S' as H on her little finger, a delicate 'H' in colored diamonds, infinity bands of different stones, and a vintage solitaire on her index finger—a Christmas present the kids had picked out with Grandma Anne —.

Lambert's assistant helped her on with her shoes—high-heeled Mary Janes from Gucci—while she was held by both Harrys to keep her balance.

As they were rushed to the car by Jeff, Y/n remembered to turn around and ask someone to remember to pack her breast pump along with the rest of their outfits.

In the car, to try and ease Harry's anxiety, they video-phoned the children—who were being watched by Gemma and Anne—Primrose answered their grandmother's cell phone, dressed in a bear onesies that made her look like a teddy bear, showing the TV room to her parents and the snacks gran-gran made, auntie Gemma sitting in the couch  with a sleeping  baby Bluebell, the three months old dressed just like her big sister.  Otto was in the bathroom according to Prim who was chattering non-stop making Harry smile more relaxed.

It always warmed Y/n’s heart that nothing could make H as happy and relaxed as their babies. 

They said goodbye to their daughter when the car stopped in front of the arena, Y/n handing over the phone to Jeff to keep. Harry get out of the car first and waits in the doorway to help his wife out and supports her from behind as they make the slightly uneven path between the car and the carpet, his right hand firmly on her right while his left hand was firmly on her hip, and she held his wrist for more balance.  The couple made their way under the screams of fans and the flash of cameras.

It was only when they were already at a certain point on the carpet that Harry placed himself next to his wife and the two started to walk hand in hand.  They stops for photos along the way, but don't do any interviews, heading straight for the cocktail area. The couple interacted with acquaintances and friends, especially those they hadn't seen in a while. The last two and a half years have been crazy, Fine Line, Covid 19, quarantine with two young children, Pleasing, Harry filming and premieres, Harry’s House, Love on Tour and a new baby.  They were busy and it seemed like they rarely had time for their friends, as all their free time was being spent with the little  family they had created together. 

Both changed clothes in Harry's designated dressing room before heading to their seats—crystal outfits were cute but impractical when you have to sit for hours, Harry donned a Gucci suit costume made for him, while Y/n wore a silver sequin  Markarian gown matching Harry's shirt. The couple certainly looks gorgeous, always matching theirs outfits in subtle ways.

They have their hands clasped together, she holding his hands so he wouldn’t pick on his cuticles, Harry is quieter than usual allowing Y/n to take the lead and interact with other people—which, having been married to him for nearly eight years, and knowing him since she was born, she could tell it was a sign of nervousness. 

She whispered to him how amazing the album was and that he didn't need the validation that it was a little golden gramophone for the world to know that.

Nervousness turns to euphoria when Harry becomes the first winner of the night, taking the award for best pop album. 

Y/n didn't even hear Jennifer Lopez's introductory speech, her eyes focused on Harry's handsome profile.  

Y/n is the first to his feet when he hears Harry's name being screamed by J.Lo, applauding his husband energetically, the smile on Harry's face is blinding, he takes his wife's face between his hands and kisses her, before continuing to be hugged and greeted by people around the table and nearby. She has tears in her eyes, which the cameras make a point of showing when they zoom in on her at the exact moment when Harry on stage dedicates the award to his wife for being his muse and inspiration.

One of the highlights of the night for the couple was without a doubt the fact that Y/n had been invited to present the performance of 'As It Was'.  

In a gold-metal mesh top and long skirt, showing off her midriff, the woman who had become famous at fifteen as Harry Styles' 'best friend' took the stage flanked by her two eldest children, seven-year-old Otto, dressed in a pink suit and beige turtleneck by Gucci and a crochet daisy bucket hat covering his curls, and adorable four-year-old Primrose, twining with her brother in a blue Gucci suit, her curls adorned by a huge crystal bow.

“Many of you fell in love with the next artist to perform here tonight in 2011 when he became one of the members of one of the biggest boy bands in history, he has been delivering hits ever since, amassing fans around the world, and delighting hearts with his music, he is an icon, a sex symbol, and one of the greatest musicians of our time, but for us he is simply the greatest husband and father, it is with immense pleasure that I am here tonight, with our two eldest children, to introduce one of the most authentic, generous, kind artists on the planet, the love of my existence, here, to delight us with his Grammy-nominated song 'As It Was', my husband and father of my children,” She lowered the microphone, allowing the two children to squeal excitedly into the device, “Harry Styles!”  

And for the first time in a live performance Primrose was present to say the already famous: ‘Come on Daddy! We wanna say good night to you!' driving the audience crazy.

Y/n and the kids made their way to their table dancing to her husband’s song, the mother of three splitting her attention between walking in her heels and looking where the kids were going, Otto made a short stop dancing with Taylor Swift, and saying something to her that made the singer throw her head back laughing. Y/n greeted Taylor with kisses on the cheek before redirecting her son to their table.  

An extra chair was brought over for Otto—who was at the next table greeting Lizzo and Adele.

Prim sat in Harry's chair waiting for daddy, and Y/n wouldn't even insist that the little girl sit on her lap, as she knew she couldn't compete with her husband when it came to their children. When they least expected it, Harry was back, in his Gucci suit—and not in what Otto was referring to as ‘daddy bedazzled Chewbacca costume’.

"Surprise!"  Y/n sings to her husband as he lifts their daughter up, making the little girl giggle, and sat with her on his lap, kissing their daughter's cheek, and fist bumping their son.

It was a surprise she had been planning for over a week, at times she was afraid someone would let it out, especially Prim, who was known in the family for not being able to keep secrets—just like her daddy.

“Thank you, Honey Baby.” He thanked his wife with a peck, his whole face lit up with the appearance of the children. “You look godly.” Harry  complimented her, eyes roaming all over the outfit, he knew what a big step it was for his wife to wear something so daring after three pregnancies, despite her beautiful body—especially in his eyes—Y/n was insecure about her stretch marks.

“Thank you, my life.” She pulled his hand to hers and kissed the back of his hand. 

They watched the awards half-heartedly, at every turn Otto and Prim brought their parents' attention to them with funny anecdotes, and Y/n was having to keep a hand on their son's shoulder to make sure the boy didn't wander off. The family of four cheered when Lizzo was announced as the winner of Song of the Year, Otto ran with open arms to the honorary auntie congratulating her for the award, he didn't even care that 'daddy' had lost, auntie Lizzo had won! 

With every moment that passed, anxiety rose, Y/n was confident in her husband’s album—the album she had inspired—, while Harry was sure Album of the Year was between Beyonce and Bad Bunny. 

She shook Harry's hand as Noah Trevor took the stage to announce the final awards of the night, asking fans of the nominees to join him, when the comedian asked Harry's fan to read the name on the envelope, Harry broke down with gratefulness, disbelieve, joy…

 Prim clung to her father's neck screaming that he had won. 

 Y/n stood up applauding her husband, Otto hugging his mother's hips showing his father’s  twin smile, dimples and all. 

 Harry got to his feet after composing himself, smiling Primrose hanging on his neck with  her legs curled around his hips. 

Harry kissed his wife with a huge smile, ruffled his son's curls, hugged Jeff, Tyler and Tom, Lizzo, who filmed everything excited.  The singer took the stage with his children and their two producers, he put Prim on the floor so he could hug his fan and accept his award, Primrose and Otto hugging him on either side.

“Shit…well, shit.”  He looked at his children. “Sorry kids.”

H was speechless, Y/n could see it from a distance.

Jeff wrapped a arm around her when she started to tear up. 

Harry was so humbled and grateful, and this was such a huge moment in his career, and she was so proud of the man she had married.  The boy from Holmes Chapel who worked in a bakery and always came to pick her up with cupcakes in his hands and flowers he had picked from the neighbor's garden. Her husband was a three times Grammy Award winner, and he had just owned the biggest award of the night.  

The woman frowned as she heard people in the audience yelling negativity at her husband, how Beyonce should have won and some yelling at him to get off the stage. 

 This was his moment, it wasn't his choice to win, two thousand of his peers had voted and chosen him, chosen Harry's House as the best Album. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but you don't have to be an asshole. 

 Treat People With Kindness. 

 She was happy to see Beyonce, Taylor Swift, Shania, Lizzo, H.E.R and Adele giving him a standing ovation, and hearing his shaken speech.  

He once again dedicated it to her and their kids, calling them ‘his home’. Y/n quickly joined her husband backstage, arms going around Harrys’s neck, as his hands found her hips. The couple smiled at each other before kissing passionately, his team applauding the moment. 

“I’am so proud of you, My Life.” She held his face in her hands. “You did it! You put out an amazing album, delivered a killer tour, 2022 was your year, and you deserved that Album of the Year award!” She states brushing his nose with hers, a huge smile on her face before kissing him again.

[ventitititi]

Pact mark headcanons

Aka how i picture the brothers pact marks + their locations

I'm putting these ones more as tattoos, while I'm thinking the mark itself would be like a magic circle hidden within the tattoo

Lucifer

I think lucifers pact mark would appear in a peacock feather across your ribs, winding from near your armpit to the front bottom of your ribcage

I think the sigil containg the pact mark itself would be purple (his game color is red, but the color associated with the sin of pride is purple) and in the center eye of the feather (the yellow part)

Mammon

I think mammons has a couple location possibilities but, ultimately, would show up on your shoulder blade.

I think his would be a feather that has like ravens breaking off of it with his sigil being a yellow hidden in a ravens claws

Leviathan

I think leviathans mark would appear on your forearm, in the shape of a snake curled around it (possibly decorated with some flowers)

His pact mark would be green and hidden in one of the snakes eyes :)

Satan

I think satans would appear on the shoulder/upper arm on the opposite side of leviathans. For design i think it'd feature a wolf, in a full body design down your arm balancing a moon on its nose. The moon would be a crescent, but appear like a full moon at first glance because satanas sigil/circle is nestled inside it. Predictably his sigil is red.

Asmodeus

His would show up on your thigh, a scorpion nestled among flowers, the details spanning from your lower hip to mid thigh. His sigil would be in the center of a flower beside the scorpion in a dark pink or blue color.

Beel

I think his would show up on the front of your throat as a fly, rather small in design with his sigil in orange between its antenna.

Belphie

I think belphies would appear on the nape of your neck in a small design of a bear surrounded by stars. His sigil would be above the bear and look like a moon, in dark blue or a shade of purple.

[sweetbunpura]

Host's new tattoos; Scarabia and Pomefiore

On their other leg up to the knee, a golden viper weaves around and covers up a multitude of stab marks with it's fangs about to close around the neck of an albino peacock with golden feathers, both of the creatures red eyes disguising more bullet wounds.

Their neck has three very thin and faded linear scars which now bloomed into three beautiful kinds of plants to designed to look like floral chokers, a small lilac apple blossom clipping with an apple growing in the center, a bunch of white chrysanthemums woven around a wooden arrow and a golden flower crown made up of indigo zinnias and foxgloves, all of them curling around their neck.

(You would not BELIEVE how long it took me to realise I could use the flowers in their Bloombrooms while writing Pomefiores...)

More tattoos!

(There, there)

[prettylittledollswork]

Pact Marks<3

summery: where the demon brothers pact marks are n how they would kiss it/why they would kiss it ig?? idk how to explain this help. i did this based off of their animals btw also i kept it simple

genre: fluff

tw: not proof read, i wrote this within a hour and right before bed + i posted it a day after so SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE!! i would write indivual fanfics for this but i'm literally so sleepy rn

i didn't expect so many people wanting this?? also english isnt my first language, please be nice!! on some, i used their animals as ref cause i couldnt genuiely think of anything

Extra info - the pact mark swould be faint to the naked eye but to the owner of the pact marks, oh boy.. They see it clearer than day.

Lucifer - As the eldest and the avatar of delight, I feel like his pact mark would sit on the very top, the highest mark on your frame. Maybe a touch pattern of a peacock's feather on your forehead or a diamond shape much like his nested on your forehead. He would leave quick but warm kiss on it before you go to school or while your sleeping. Lucifer loves kissing you here because demons are tall, way taller than an average human. He doesn't have to bend over a lot and can just kiss you quickly and lovingly.

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Mammon - For Mammon, there are multiple viable locations. The again of your hand or on your spine. The back of your hand would be a raven feather, it's darkish. But, on sunny days, it'd shine like gold. On your backbone, it would withal be a raven feather however the little strands of the feather are composed of sharp claws in case you appearance proximately. Mammon would kiss the back of your hand and hold it regularly as it just offers him a warm feeling while he's contacting his pact mark. He would kiss your spine to make you flustered, as an instance when you're showering together or your changing. The cool contact of his lips sends shivers down your spine.

Leviathan - His would be on your neck, a serpent. Like a choker but within the shape of a snake. It wraps around your neck consummately, the head nesting at the middle of your neck and the tail either exactly ceasing at its mouth or the top overlapping the tail. Leviathan adores it when you let him burrow his head in your neck and pepper short kisses as you spoon him.

Satan - Satans pact mark is 100% on your coller bones. You can not convince me in any other case. if you asked him, "whats your favored a part of me?" He'd say coller bones. His pact mark is long and simple nearly like whilst your looking at someone read a book and you see squiggly traces on that book. however, his pact mark has some vines coming out then and there. each hazard he gets, he's going to kiss your collarbones. He loves your coller bones for no apparent reason. (He's just weird like that btw)

Asmodeus - Either a womb tattoo or a tramp stamp. He would path kisses from the womb to your lips or kiss your the tramp stamp similar to Mammon, to tease you. Asmodeus will put his hand ontop of his percent mark to experience the warm temperature of it. With the mark to your womb, he'd lay his head there as you read a book or play some games on your DDD.

Beelzebub - I feel like it'd be near your lips or at the tip of your tongue. Additionally maybe to your arm. A tree connecting a number of your tastebuds with the branches to spreading out to either side, it is now not tiny however not honestly massive either. it's at the tip of your tongue, he loves kissing you and sucking your tongue. On your arm it's a tree too but larger than the one on your tongue and it has a little fly next to it.

Belphegor - i'm sorry but i have no idea about him LMAO i think his would be on your cheek or your chest. Where he can lazily kiss in his sleep or before his sleep.

[dent-de-leon]

The Plank King always greets the Mighty Nein with open arms, welcomes them with a banquet and lavish gifts and nights of drunken revelry, song and dance and stories shared of all their grand adventures. Every occasion is a celebration, another chance to witness and learn--to reconnect, reconcile with all the tangled threads of lives past and present.

But when Caleb Widogast visits, a certain anticipation hangs in the air, electric and kinetic. Kingsley's heart always raced the first time he caught a glimpse--the scent of fire and brimstone, Widogast descending in a flash of light and sparks, touching back down to earth on the runes he inscribed years ago. "Just in case," he'd murmured, the score of Kingsley's own blood hunter scars and reckless deaths left unsaid--

Kingsley rushing to embrace him with roaring laughter and affectionate warmth, cradling his cheek in his hand, reaching up to press a kiss to his forehead.

Kingsley wanting to spoil and pamper his Magician--shining pearls of every color, the prettiest the sea has to offer. Amber jewelry and shimmering trinkets. Arcane relics that still call to him like a siren song, treasures he gladly gives away. Anything to see that smile again.

King always covering his skin--something he never cared for in previous lives--making sure his crew never saw the countless scars or stunningly vibrant tattoos, the stories of other lives. Tealeaf baring all of himself to Caleb, trusting his Magician enough to let him run his fingertips over swirling peacock feathers with a quiet reverence. Pressing gentle kisses to the fatal scars he still carries.

Kingsley daring to ask, when the mood strikes. When he's had too much wine and Caleb smiles softly under the moonlight, the dreams and scattered memories still lingering. "What was I--he--like? What did you like? What did you hate? What do you see when you look at me?" A part of him too eager, longing to learn.

But Caleb is always happy to indulge him. He's open, genuine; he answers each of Tealeaf's questions with attentive care, offers warm reassurance with every flicker of regret in his searching gaze.

A part of King knows Caleb was the one who begged for his shattered shard of a soul to return to this plane first--who limped to his side still bloodied and betrayed, cradled him in his arms and willed him to return to life all the same. There's a kind of strange comfort in that, an unbreakable trust.

He thinks it was foolish, of course. That the thing that tried to kill them all should have been left to rot, and the Nein were all mad for risking their own skin to try and bring him back. They should have run. They should have run right from the start, leave well enough alone--and a part of him still hates that they didn't.

The worst nightmares are the ones where Joy and his Magician are still lying lifeless, their Eyes burning bright.

But Caleb Widogast had dared to reach for his fractured soul all the same, this little fragment of a piece. He's not sure he can ever thank him for that, if he could ever be deserving of that. But he wants to be. Wants the way he wants to lose himself at sea and never feel Empty, embrace that tender touch of softness and light.

Tealeaf melting in Caleb's arms when he holds him close and calls him Circus Man again. Fractured memories spilling over, making his heart ache until every fear is banished with a tender forehead kiss.

[libraryleopard]

The Spear Cuts Through Water main character descriptions for @aroaessidhe

Generally: world/characters seem to be inspired by pre-colonial Filipino society ("lola" is Tagalog for "grandmother" and she's from the unnamed "Old Country" where Keema and Jun's story takes place)

Keema

"Young man" (exact age not given)

Missing his left arm

Taller than Jun

"His body like that of a young panther's, slight but powerful, with eyes that bounced light like polished knives"

Wears a knife strapped to his thigh with a cord and sheath ("deep blue stone, with a hilt made of black leather and threads of colorful string")

Wears skirts

Jun

"Young man" (exact age also not given)

Shorter than Keema

Wears a wooden laughing demon mask, then switches it out for a wooden smiling fox mask

Red peacock tattoo on face (Red Peacocks are described as having "sharp cheeks and hungry eyes framed by a red beak and feather")

"When Jun touched the tattoo on his face that would never go away, and which would forever mark him as an outsider. Tears beading along the rain on his cheeks as he tried to scrub it off his skin, before Keema gripped his wrist and pulled his hand away, and gently licked the red-roughed skin of his cheeks and his brow."

"By the delicate glow, Keema saw Jun's face in full for the fist time since the start of their journey. It was an unexpected face. Not because of the peacock tattoo; Keema had already suspected his identity, if not outright then ambiently, like an itch without a name or location, until suddenly there it was. The unexpected quality was more from the delicacy of his features. The small, slightly upturned nose. The tapered chin. The eyes that reminded him of broken porcelain. This delicacy of his offset by certain scars, like the one that split the rightmost part of his bottom lip, and the hook scar on his left eyebrow. A fainter scar that ran down his neck. A chunk of his right ear, the lobe, missing. A body that had seen battle."

Shaved head

Wears a jerkin and trousers (pants are specifically "black and loose," rolled up to the shins with a cord in the hemline pulled tight because they're too large)

Sun freckles on his nose

Bonus: the spear

"You know it well; the blood-rent tint of the wood; the red tassel that chokes the gleaming and deadly point; the strange grooves and etchings that travel the length of the weapon in esoteric patterns."

[erigold13261]

“Failed Revolution”

Got an ask about their designs and decided to draw everyone!

Ask and notes on designs under the cut.

B2J: May lost her right arm so she uses a fuzzy sock to keep it warm. She has gained quite a collection of socks. She also cut her hair in solidarity with Zuke who had most of his hair cut off for head surgery, which is where he got the head scar from.

Zuke can’t close his left hand at all because of tendon damage. He also can’t walk long distances without a cane, which he could only afford a pretty cheap one but it gets the job done.

Tatiana/Kliff/West: Not much changes with their designs. Tatiana is just a bit more skinny, Kliff has a few white hairs, and West is a bit more unkempt (I also didn’t want to draw the pattern on his coat so yeah).

West also hasn’t found time to redo his henna tattoos so those are all gone right now. Plus he wears shoes a bit more.

DJSS: Still debating if Nova works for NSR at this moment, but whether they do or don’t, they aren’t dressing to impress anymore. Losing a lot of motivation, he just puts on one of his DJSS jackets that was defective and had no space designs to it (but still looks like his show jacket). His arms are also more noodle-y because he doesn’t try to keep them firm anymore. Space dust seeps out of the small cracks that have yet to be fully healed on his head. Because of this, no color is in their head, but it all seeps outside into the air.

Sayu (and Crew): Sayu is much more simple, both for animation sake and to ease the people of Vinyl City of her roboticness. She is also much smaller when she is out in the real world as a hologram. Tila, Remi, and Dodo all have longer hair (Dodo less so, but it’s still longer). Tila wears a long dress that she puts her jacket from canon over. Remi isn’t out publicly as transmasc yet but he doesn’t wear any kinds of dresses or skirts even though people around him expect him to. Not much changes for Dodo and Sofa except Dodo has a cybernetic voice/neck while Sofa is a bit more skinny because of an eating disorder/forced dieting from family.

Yinu and Mama: (I know it’s out of order, but I wanted to keep Neon+1010 next to each other). No longer are these two wearing any kind of red. Mama wears yellow to represent her keeping Yinu in her heart but also the flower lace shows how delicate their relationship is right now. Yinu on the other hand wears yellow and a full suit to be closer to her dad while avoiding any reds to stay away from her mother. Both of them have rooted hair, with Yinu’s roots being more wilted stems while Mama’s are just full on roots. Yinu still has a few flowers hanging onto her hair, but they lose petals a lot and will one day fully fall off if she doesn’t get some help in her life.

1010 and Neon: 1010 all have the same body with the same while lights. The only difference are the ties they wear and their heads. They have fully metal hair. Blue does not wear any sunglasses. Neon has a human head and does not wear his fluff unless going somewhere that might rain or get a bit chilly. He does not wear his medals, but does wear his wedding ring on a necklace under his sweater. He also doesn’t wear too much colors because he doesn’t see the point in it since he works with a lot of oily/messy machines (it’s easier to take off a jacket than de-oil-stain a sweater).

Eve: Eve still bases a lot of her outfit on Zuke like she originally did, but now she also bases it off of Tatiana. She tries to hide her red/pinkish skin under henna, mirrors, and crystals. She keeps illusion eyes out to help her keep watch of things around her. The peacock feathers and skirt are supposed to kinda look like a wedding dress, or the very least a fancy ball gown, to show she is married to her job (and to the ideas of people she has in her head). Also the glitter/stars on her skirt is mainly to piss off Nova (especially if he quit/was fired) because this is her way of saying she is better than him, as I feel the two’s relationship has gotten sour over the years.

[obey-moi]

Nearly forgot I have art of my MC, Herbert. Here are his “pact outfits”, which I was inspired by a friend.

Since Herb loves tattoos, I decided to give him specialized tattoos instead of sigils, along with their sin symbols. Like, sigils all over the back are sexy as hell, but it just ain’t Herbie. I headcanon that you can only use one of the pact powers at a time, for a limited time. But you can summon the outfit whenever lol. (I enlisted the help of Shoplook to create these outfits)

Lucifer: A peacock feather on the back of his neck. Being “stiff-necked” means being stubborn or too prideful about something. The special power he gets is the resistance to weak curses. After activating the pact, the curse can be dispelled. If it’s too powerful for him to dispel, he’ll have to go to Lucifer or even Diavolo.

The outfit is supposed to be professional and give Herbert a sense of confidence.

Mammon: A crow with a glittering marble in its beak, on the palm of his right (dominant) hand. You’re likely to grab things with your dominant palm. It’s canon that all pact-holders with Mammon have incredible luck. But I also think that he’s got increased skill in sleight of hand. DEX +5 lol.

Every bit of this outfit should exude luxury and wealth. Herb is also wearing the special earring Mammon gives in that one Devilgram.

Leviathan: A white and peach-coloured snake, crawling through the ear and to the eye. Things we see, and things we hear, we often experience envy. Envy clouds our judgment and twists our perception. With Levi’s pact power, Herbert can summon a weak, mini Lotan (Levi calls him “Chibitan”), who does all the water magic for him. Chibitan can’t flood an area like the main Lotan can do, but he can create water out of the vapors in the air, boil water, freeze water....... If you know anything about D&D, Chibitan knows all the water/ice-based cantrips and level 1 spells. (I like to think that if it’s a spell in D&D, it’s a spell in Obey Me lol).

I wanted to give Herbert a cosplay-look to him, something Levi would fawn over, lol.

Satan: A unicorn surrounded by thorny roses, on the back of his right (dominant) hand. When you strike someone, you usually punch or backhand them (ignore open-palm smacks). His pact power utilizes strong emotions to buff him in different ways (think MP100, where you experience 100% sadness, or 100% happiness, etc). Happiness bolsters his offensive magical ability, sadness makes his curses stronger, anger boosts his speed and physical strength, fear gives him a higher constitution and defense, and love gives him the ability to heal.

I honestly didn’t know what to do here. Satan has no style, but he has the grace to make up for it. I think when I imagine wrath, I imagine the punk movement. Does that make sense?

Asmodeus: A scorpion surrounded by pink roses, on his left hip/thigh. Hahahahaha it’s on his most sensitive area lmao. (Asmo hates that it’s a scorpion hhhhhh bugs!) This pact grants him the ability to charm anyone and anything (to an extent). He isn’t as good as Asmo, but Herb can at least calm others’ emotions and befriend them. Herb would most likely use this on animals.

SEX APPEAL SEX APPEAL SEX APPEAL. At first, Herb just feels so exposed in this fit, but he kind of gets used to it over time. Kind of.

Beelzebub: A lion skull framed with triangles and teeth, in between his ribcage. Pretty obvious why I put it there. This pact makes Herbert the APEX PREDATOR. He can amplify his senses, speed, strength, and endurance. The pact can also give him the ability to see in the dark and reduce any brightness around him. He can’t eat like Beel, but he can fucking HUNT. Also, thanks to the canonical fact that Beel’s pact gives MC the ability to “conjure large gusts of wind”, Herb can use that to hide his scent.

Something sporty and energetic. Not exactly hunting attire, but this is “Fantasy Demon Land”, let me dress him in something a lil’ slutty okay...?

Belphegor: A fox sleeping in its den beneath a tree, on his left shin/ankle. When you’re being slothful, you’re fairly immobilized, so you don’t really get up and walk around. Herbert can use this pact to create a “telepathic” bond with someone he’s familiar with from far distances, in a similar sense to Beel and Bel’s twin telepathy, where instead of reading minds, he can feel another person’s emotional and physical experiences. He can also send similar feelings to others he’s bonded with, which is handy whenever he’s in danger.

Silk, plush, baggy, everything to make him comfy. Sometimes he wears these as regular PJs for when he wants to sleep in.

[ask-calico-jack]

I'm glad your "free rides" tattoo actually does say that. Even the incorrect ones probably just say something like "choose one of these designs" or "no refunds".

(One of my tattoos eternally bugs me a bit because it's just slightly wrong but I might be seeing it wrong: it's a peacock, and he's meant to be staring at his feather train with a look of "what the actual fuck is that" but to my eyes he turned out looking too calm. Can't decide whether it's worth getting his eye redone to stare wider, as he does look pretty classy as-is - he just doesn't quite convey the intended message of "bodies do some weird shit sometimes".)

Knowing the people that did my tattoos they said something like "Stanley Wuz Here" or "blowjobs: 20 Doubloons"

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Edge of Seventeen - An Angel Reyes/OC Story.

So then, guys! I did promise that if I finished the second chapter, you’d get the first. I did, so here you are! Please do remember to leave that vital feedback and give me a reblog, help your struggling authors as once again, visibility has dipped so low across many of the fandoms, and without your help, our content gets lost in the void. And now, onto the show! 

Words - 3,259

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Song reference - Edge of Seventeen by Lilith Czar. Whenever Bella is performing, Lilith is basically the music and voice claim - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWW7_v8HRYc&list=RDAWW7_v8HRYc&start_radio=1

“Hello, everybody,” the singer began, taking the microphone after she and her band had walked onstage at The Blue Banana, a live music bar in downtown Santo Padre. 

“Hey, that chick sounds weird! Yo, honey! What’s up with that voice, huh?”

Bella raised an eyebrow, shielding her eyes from the bright stage lighting beaming onto her, looking in the direction the drunk heckler from the crowd had hollered from. “I’m British, darling. Ain’t you ever heard a British person before? Silly twat.”  

Bishop and Angel almost choked on their beers, hearing her refer to him as such.  

“Why does swearing always sound so much more effective when British people do it?” Bishop laughed, shaking his head.  

“Right?” Angel agreed, amused.  

“Anyway,” Bella continued, “before the rude, bald fella over yonder interrupted me, I was about to say, we’re Heavenly Creature, and we’re gonna play you a few songs. Enjoy.”

The club then filled with the opening bars of a song Bishop recognised instantly, nodding his head, thinking it was a very, very brave choice to cover something so iconic.  

“I’ll give her props before she’s even started,” he shouted, pointing at the stage. “Not many people out there would have the balls to cover Stevie Nicks.”

“Who?” Angel shouted back, Bishop rolling his eyes, about to chastise him for not knowing who the iconic vocalist originally from Fleetwood Mac was, when up on stage, the girl opened her mouth, drew a breath, and...

“Just like the white winged dove, sings a song, sounds like she’s singing, ooh baby, ooh, said ooh.”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” One line, and he was bowled over by the huge, powerful voice that came from the diminutive blonde.  

“Oh, shit! I know this, man! I just didn’t know the chick’s name who sang it!” Angel piped up, falling silent thereafter, stunned by the power of the vocalist onstage. Her voice was all sultry smoke, and sounded like it belonged to a woman of greater age, Angel thinking that she couldn’t have been much older than twenty. He stood, utterly awestruck at her voice, staring slightly open mouthed as he watched her stalk the stage, exuding confidence, engaging the crowd who all cheered their approval, absolutely fixated on her.  

If Courtney Love and Axl Rose had conceived a bastard lovechild and made Stevie Nicks the godmother, the girl onstage would have been that offspring. She moved in a feline glide, but with attitude, the personification of a boho, rock n’ roll girl, Angel moving through the crowd, past where a few other guys from the club stood, pulled in by her. God, she was stunning.  

Her golden blonde hair fell in waves down her back, a smattering of random tattoos etched across her lithe, lightly tanned skin, green eyes shining out through smudgy eyeliner. The way she was dressed, too, her whole aesthetic screamed effortlessly cool, with her many earrings, feathers, hoops and crucifixes littering her ears, pendants strung around her neck, multiple bracelets and rings, piercings in her septum and nostril, wearing a black silk top that hung off her, revealing a peacock print bra beneath, and a pair of tiny denim shorts.  

Yep. Angel approved. His dick even more so.  

But his ears? Oh. His ears were in love. Her voice was incredible. Like, how was this chick not famous already? In fact, how were the whole band not out there touring, he wondered, rather than playing this tiny little hole in the wall? They were incredibly talented, exuding confidence beyond their tender years, looking more at home up on a stage than some seasoned performers did after decades in the music industry. The girl, though? She stole the show, shined like a supernova, her voice astounding just about every last person in the room.  

“Thank you, you’re very kind,” she spoke softly after the song had finished, smiling widely at the huge round of applause they received. Oh, she was even prettier when she smiled, Angel feeling his heart do a little somersault. He was not leaving that venue without her phone number, he decided right there and then. Despite the words delivered after his brother had moved to his side, attracting his attention with a soft elbow to his arm.  

“She’s too young for you, man.”  

Angel snorted. “Says he who dated an eighteen-year-old how long ago?”

EZ dropped his head, laughing. “We don’t speak of Gaby.”  

“Sorry.” Of course, his brother had been somewhat brooding over his most recent breakup, Gaby moving to Lodi to pursue a nursing career without him the previous year. While mindful, his apology lasted all of five seconds, though. “But for real! She was eighteen, and you were thirty!”

“And that girl up there is probably about her age, and you’re pushing thirty-seven.”

Angel took another swig of beer, trying not to grin so widely. “And what of it?”

“Twelve years is better than an eighteen-year age gap, man,” EZ shrugged, entertained by his brother's tight lipped expression.  

“I’ll let her be the judge of that,” he vouched, gesturing towards the stage, the band playing one of their own songs that he hadn’t caught the name of, but was enjoying immensely. “Besides, ain’t this all a bit premature? I ain’t even met the girl yet and you’re there, yacking on about age gaps.” Angel shook his head, sinking the rest of his beer.  

“Yeah,” EZ began, his grin widening. “She’ll probably take one look at you and tell you to find somebody your own age.” Angel mouthed a few cuss words in his direction, turning his attention back to the stage. 

Sadly, the show was over after another three songs, the next band coming on after a brief pause, Heavenly Creature clearing away their instruments and equipment. The girl then vanished, but Angel kept one eye on the room for the next half hour, waiting for her to surface. When she did, he noticed her over by the bar, excusing himself to his brothers and heading over.  

As he approached, he saw she was standing with a guy, but from her face and her body language, didn’t look like she was at all comfortable with it.  

“Look, I’m not interested, alright?” Angel heard her say when he was within earshot.  

“Oh, come on, darlin’. Just let me get you a drink,” he continued, stepping closer to her, the girl taking a step away to put some distance between them, her eyes peeling through the room, obviously looking for any of the three guys who were in her band to come to her aid, as the man before her certainly wasn’t getting the message. He would, though.  

“Hey, we got a problem here?” Angel asked, moving to her side, giving the guy a look that clearly stated, fuck around and find out.

“Who the fuck are you?” he demanded, Angel turning to the girl and winking in a ‘go along with it’ kind of way before draping an arm around her shoulders.  

“Her boyfriend.”

The guy quickly did the math. Six feet three inches and nearly two hundred pounds of outlaw weren’t worth messing with. “Sorry, dude.”  

“Yeah, you wanna be,” Angel snorted. “If I see you sniffing around my girl again, your bitch ass is gonna need a damned good dentist, homie.” The man retreated at speed, Angel turning to the girl with a smile, stepping back out of her space respectfully.  

“Thank you!” she breathed, relief flooding her. Who’d have thought that it would have been one of the scariest looking guys in the whole bar to be the one with the most chivalry? She then looked up at him properly. Ooooh. Not so scary. In fact, quite the opposite. ‘Blimey, that’s a helluva sexy man!’ she thought, offering her hand forth. “I’m Bella, by the way.”

He took her hand, shaking it, his eyes focusing in on hers. He’d never witnessed a shade of green so pretty before. “Angel.”

“Oh, what a gorgeous name!” she cried. Not many guys were called Angel where she was from. In fact, she could wager that probably none would be found within the London borough of Hammersmith. “Gorgeous name for a gorgeous fella.”  

Her wink had him beaming, dropping his head for a second, having to gather himself. Angel knew he was attractive, his success rate with women was one hundred percent, but god, there she was, the loveliest thing in the entire establishment, and she was flirting with him.  

“Oh, so she’s flirty?” he observed.  

Bella grasped the straws of her drink between her teeth, sipping on it slowly. Just watching that action made something very pleasant run through him. “She is,” she confirmed, placing a hand on his arm. They were like steel. Wow. “When she sees something she likes, she goes right on after it, too.”  

Again, she reduced him to grinning like a simpleton, bowled over at her confidence. “You’ve got some serious game, you know, girl. You’re kinda denting mine a little here, shit!”

Her laugh was raucous, a booming chuckle, like if someone wrote the words ‘ha ha ha ha’ down on a piece of paper and then enchanted them to play aloud. He loved it. “Tell you what, then, shall I shut the fuck up and let you continue?”  

He nodded at her glass. “You want another drink in there?”  

“Thanks, that’d be lovely.” Oh, her accent. Fucking adorable! “Just a Coke too, please. Full disclosure, I’m not old enough to drink yet. I’m only eighteen! That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”  

He looked her up and down a few times, a glimmer of lust running through him. “Absolutely not.” He then winked, Bella feeling her insides soar. He was the hottest guy in there, and he was interested in her. Elated didn’t quite cut it, but she kept her poise, her effortless cool, that very thing that had attracted Angel in the first place. Well, not just that.  

“I gotta say it, your voice is fucking amazing,” he began, before ordering their drinks when the bartender came to a stop in front of him. “How long you been singing for?”

“Since I could speak, pretty much. My mum used to play me music while she was pregnant, and she always said that even my first wails as a newborn were tuneful. I’ve always loved it, found an affinity with it,” she explained, taking the tall glass he passed to her with a smile and a thank you. “I wanna go for a smoke, you coming?”

He quickly paid for the round, following her through the club, going out of the side exit and finding all the tables full, so choosing a space atop the wall bordering the seating section from the parking lot. “So, how long you been living out here for, and what brought you here from the UK? You’re the first British person I’ve ever met. Your accent is amazing.”

She was about to pull her own cigarettes from her bag, Angel there with his first, handing one to her. “Thank you.” He was so attentive, and she really liked that, liked that the space was filled with beautiful women, yet the only person he was looking at was her. “As for how long and why, well, my mum is a botanist, and she got a job as chief researcher at UCSD, so we moved out here six months ago.”

“And you got a band together already?” Angel stated with surprise. “You don’t waste any time, huh?”

“Nah, I don’t. I want something, I got right after it, like I said.” Her eyes gave him another appreciative sweep. “But yeah, the guys are all on my college course. I’m studying for a BA in music, at the same college mum works at.” She lived and breathed her passion; Angel appreciated that very much. “So, how about you? What do you do, apart from being a member of an MC?”  

“I work at a scrap yard about two miles from here, Romero Brothers. I’ve been there for about as long as I’ve been in the club.” Bella didn’t really know much about motorcycle clubs, other than the whispered talk that they were mostly criminals. She set that to the back of her mind, though, instead asking him more questions about his life.  

They were vastly different people, Bella learning that Angel had been born to Marisol and Felipe Reyes, a week early on December 2nd, 1985, surprised that he was thirty-six. She’d thought about twenty-nine or thirty, although their vast age difference didn’t put her off at all. He confessed to being a bit of a tearaway through his adolescent years, which had lead him into somewhat of a bad boy existence (she sensed there was much beneath the surface that he wouldn’t reveal to someone he’d only just met) his life marred with the tragedy of his mother being murdered, and a sometimes rocky relationship with his father, mainly brought on by Angel’s feelings of inadequacy in comparison to his golden child of a younger brother, who he stated was his best friend now, having ironed out his jealousy issues.  

“See, I never had any of that,” Bella began, tucking her hair behind her ear, managing to tangle it in one of her many earrings, Angel assisting unravel it from the lone peacock feather sitting through the same hole as one of her big, silver hoops. Just the feel of his warm hands against her neck gave her a little pleasant tingle, the same thing flowing through Angel, her scent catching under his nose. She smelled like apples, and he couldn’t get enough of it.  

“There, all untangled,” he spoke once he’d finished, letting his hand linger against her neck as they shared a weighted gaze.  

She bit the corner of her lip, looking down for a second, his stare suddenly a little overpowering. He radiated bad boy energy, charm, confidence and something else a little dangerous, and hell, it pulled her in so strongly. Angel, he was the real deal. Bella had never been around men like him before, and she found him extremely intoxicating. She cleared her throat, sipping her drink. “Anyway, as I was saying.” As she was saying, before she felt herself be pulled into the void of dark, delicious energy that was the huge biker sitting beside her. “I didn’t have any of that, because I’m an only child, and it’s been just me and mum for a really long time now.”

Angel managed to pull himself back out of the daze he’d slipped into, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and capture her pretty lips in a kiss. “Your dad not around?”

A little flicker of sadness flashed across her face, her smile bittersweet as she remembered him. Nick Thorpe, aka the best daddy in the world. “Not anymore. He died when I was seven. Brain haemorrhage while he was at work. He was there one minute and gone the next. It was a big shock, especially for my mum. They’d been together since they were fifteen.”

“Shit,” he lamented, reaching to squeeze her hand, her delicate fingers grasping back. “I’m sorry, Bella. Damn, that’s rough.”

She nodded, swallowing back a little lump in her throat. Lord, how she still missed her dad so much. “It is, he was such an amazing person. If he taught me one thing, it was to always live life to the fullest, go after what you want, because tomorrow isn’t promised to any of us. Him passing at just thirty-two years old is testament to that.”

Angel admired that tremendously, loving her zest for life, her determination, how she’d turned something so saddening into the driving force to reach out and take whatever she wanted as hers. He’d been the exact opposite. “So, you take life by the balls then, so to speak?”

Bella couldn’t help herself. “Among other things.” she muttered, sipping her drink, Angel snort laughing.  

“You’re so bad,” he laughed.  

“I am,” she confirmed. “I’m a little bit naughty.”

“A little bit?” he exclaimed, giving her a playful shove. Just the hard bulk of him hitting her slender arm made her quiver. God. ‘I bet he’s so strong. I wonder what he looks like without a shirt on? Bloody hell! I bet he’s even more jacked than he looks’ she thought to herself.  

They sat there talking happily, their flirting playful, until one of the guys from the band called out for her. “B! Come on, we’re heading off.”

“Ahhh, shit,” she lamented, standing up. “I gotta go, or I’ll miss my ride.”  

He couldn’t let that slip by. “You got another one right here, whenever you want it.” The way his eyes flitted down to his crotch and then back at her sparked her laughter, that booming ‘ha ha ha ha’ all over again, Bella feeling herself blush.  

“And you say I’m bad, Angel?” she cried, poking him in the chest with her fingers.

“Yeah, ‘cuz you are,” he attested, taking her hands in his, stepping a little closer to her, feeling that tingly rush of reciprocated attraction as she let go of his grasp, draping her arms around his neck, his hands clutching her narrow waist. “Real bad,” he confirmed, leaning closer. “And I really like it.”  

They fell into a kiss, Bella pressing herself against him, her heart thundering. Oh, how he kissed her, how he smelled, how hard his chest felt against hers. That was it, she was hooked.  

“Bella! Come on, bro! Put the big dude down!”  

“Ian, quit being a fucking impatient wanker!” she broke away to yell at him, Angel laughing, returning his lips to hers. The way she hummed softly as they kissed, even her hums carried a tune, and it pulled him in so much, he didn’t really want to let her go again. God, she was cute.  

“Bella, van is leaving in sixty seconds with or without you. I’m on curfew!” Ian shouted again, Bella rolling her eyes.  

“So, can I get your number before you go?” Angel asked, watching her nod.

“I don’t remember it off by heart yet, hold on.” Pulling her iPhone from her little black suede bag that had multiple long tassels almost trailing to the floor, she scrolled through and found it, Angel copying it down. “So, it was nice meeting you, Angel. I hope you’ll call.”

“I will. You can count on that.” Another quick kiss and she was out of there, running over to the van, her friends exasperated with her tardiness, Angel waving goodbye as they drove past, grinning to himself as he returned his phone to his pocket.  

That night, once he arrived home, he thought about sending her a text, but decided to leave it, not wanting to come off as too eager. Instead, he found her band’s Instagram page, with a link to their Soundcloud account, too. Scrolling through, he clicked play, sitting back on his couch and hearing her voice all over again, singing the first song he’d heard her sing.  

‘Just like the white winged dove, sings a song, sounds like she’s singing, ooh baby, ooh, said ooh.’

Oh yeah. Angel Reyes knew when he’d been seduced by the song of a siren. He played that same track on repeat five times before he went to bed, pulled in a little further by Bella’s voice every time. Edge of Seventeen had suddenly become his new favourite song, but only when she was the one singing it.

[autistic-sidestep]

ok so (ye old rambling in dani's server) i got inspired by the explanation on this fanart to look at maybe incorporating nazars (these things 🧿) into argos' design (symbolically) cos it's a really good fit?

so i hc sura had a nazar bracelet/pendant they were gifted or maybe found itself (its regene tats also feature eyes.) and immediately post hb ricardo would wear it almost daily to keep sura closer. (maybe eventually getting a very small tattoo...... 👀)

as for the argos suit, the nazar's outer ring isn't always that shade of dark blue and have different meanings too. maybe it can be part of the panoptes' (argos' crew in the mob boss route, or for anarchist path) callsign to denote territory or a calling card called the apotropaion (Something that wards off evil; an amulet or magic charm) - cos it works as a warning sign when it's cracked (and yknow how sidestep is associated with broken mirrors/glass/shards), AND as a pun cos... -paion is almost like paon, french for peacock

something something peacock feathers and eyespots meant to deter predators through intimidation, and the feathers resemble the evil eye. and. dual-edgedness superstition around it of both bad and good luck (varies between cultures)

and also something abt peacock feathers onstage and theatre superstition cos we can't forget sura is a dramatic fuck

also the eyes around the heartbreak site in the patreon story!!! it's all connected babey,,,,

it's about the Eyes 🤌

[mytraumanarrative]

My First Love - 2014-2016

Written March 17, 2024

Around the same time, whether in class or also rugby, I met Mikaela. Mikaela stood same as me about 5’5” but pear-shaped with mosquito bite breasts and thighs that could kill a man. Her long, brunette hair was always up in the messiest bun, almost too messy, revealing her large gauged earlobes. To this day, she had some of the most beautiful, baby blue eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. Mikaela was a crass only child from California who’s loving parents were still married. If I recall correctly, she did technically have a half sister who was much older than her, but she was raised and still acted like an only child. She was also younger than most of us freshman. My first notable memory of Mikaela is the team wishing her a happy 18th birthday at practice one September evening. She had a long, colorful peacock feather tattooed across her forearm, and that somehow stands out to me still as a worthy symbol of her personality. Mikaela was loud and confident and swore like a sailor. She was also very experienced at rugby. Though I found this endearing and immediately attractive, as a freshman, her confidence in the game didn’t sit right with some of the other girls; it read as arrogance. 

Caylee, Mikaela, and I quickly became inseparable. Attending classes and practice together, studying and laughing late into the night. It was the first time in my life I felt like I had a core group of girls that did everything together and that was a really good feeling. I remember one late night, we were probably supposed to be studying but had reached the goofy point of the evening where nothing makes sense and every small thing sends the whole room into a laughing fit. There were two other girls with us, the five of us crammed into Caylee‘s dorm room; one on the beanbag chair, one on the floor, Caylee at her desk, and Mikaela and I perched on Caylee‘s lofted twin bed. 

I was caught off guard when Mikaela initiated some play fighting and pinned me down on the bed! I wasn’t used to being physical like that. Being raised in the church gave me a warped sense of acceptable touch and body space. Once in middle school, a friend and I had to use a practice room (basically a small closet with a piano) to complete a school project. Later in high school, we both came out as gay, but at the time being a seemingly straight boy and straight girl in a small room alone gave me a sense of inherent wrongness, intense guilt, and panic that we might “get caught.” I remember, noticing my friend didn’t share the same fear. This is the first time I realized that I viewed closeness differently than some. 

So Mikaela has me pinned on the bed, and there’s a moment where the joke was over and releasing me would have been organic. But for a few moments longer than was natural, she held me there, my body beneath hers, our eyes locked, playful smiles remaining on us both. It was quick but it was significant. And just as quickly, she let me free. As I picked myself up, I awkwardly chuckled and looked around the room to see if our moment had been as private as I hoped it had. She hid it well at the time, but later in life, Caylee would tell me it had not. I felt both embarrassed and enthralled. The kicker here is that Mikaela was self-proclaimed 100% straight. Having played rugby for much of her life and being, well, her, she had been assumed gay more than once, which bothered her. But that sustained eye contact with my breasts pressed beneath hers was not heterosexual behavior, to say the least.

As a young lesbian, chasing straight girls is inherently exciting. I think we grow out of it as we age (thank god) but being someone’s gay awakening feels like a badge of honor, a queer ego boost. And the heartbreak that comes from chasing straight girls feels more like an inevitable, impersonal heartbreak. Maybe that’s somehow easier to face. For the next few months life went on and Mikaela and I built a genuine friendship. I felt truly honored. My flirtations continued, testing the limits of just how blatantly I could hit on her before the gay panic took us both. It was a subtle exhilaration. But now she was on her own journey of self discovery, one that couldn’t be rushed. I shook up every piece of her sexuality which she had so vehemently defended, and that’s a scary thing. It takes time. 

One late night after studying in Mikaela‘s dorm (or drinking, or both), we decided it was best I stay the night instead of walking back to my dorm across campus. Her roommate was almost never home which meant there was a spare bed available. Yet we still chose to share her twin mattress. We started out butt-to-butt and with casual shifts, as if to innocently find a comfortable position, we found ourselves facing one another, her arm under my neck. My heart was racing and I could feel and hear my breath quicken. I wondered if she noticed and if she felt the same way. I don’t remember who made the first move, but suddenly we were kissing. Slow at first, but soon exploding into sloppy, teeth-knocking, moaning kisses. I still remember what it felt like to be on top of her. I had wanted this for so long, and it was truly an honor to be her first in this way, in this body. I also gave her her first orgasm! As she had only ever slept with mediocre, cis men, she had never had one before. As she got close, her moaning turned to panicked laughter which she later told me was because she thought she was either going to piss or die. The next morning I snuck out down the back stairwell. We were so loud that her dorm hall mates would tease her for the foreseeable future all the while never knowing it was me, not even when I moved into the room across from hers in the coming weeks. This was somewhere near finals week and leading into Christmas break. For a while we didn’t talk about it much except for checking in. “I hope that was okay!” “It was more than okay.” And in the best way, nothing changed between us. She went home for the three weeks of Christmas break while I stayed in our college town for most of the holidays. 

Throughout this time, my pursuit of Sara continued. Sara had an on-again off-again girlfriend, a sorority sister of hers who would frequently break it off, or was too afraid to commit, or some other reason Sara would come up with in the moment to make sense of things when I would ask. Which I did ask that one night in January when she came back from Christmas break a few days early. This was the first night we had sex.

Over Christmas break I moved dorms to be closer to Mikaela, across the hall and over one. (Gay.) we were still “just friends” but the feelings were there. Sara and I sat on my lofted twin bed, much like the one that Michaela had tackled me on that one night. I don’t remember how it got started, but I remember the lights were so bright, and neither of us took our shirts off. It was honestly pretty awkward and weird. Afterward, she left. For a bit we didn’t talk much after that. My feelings for Mikaela had started to pick up and her interest in me was becoming more obvious. When it came down to it, between that drive to heal Sara and the genuine desire to be loved by Mikaela, who I still believe truly saw me, my heart won. 

Mikaela and I started dating shortly after that at the end of January 2015. We were so in love. Near Valentine’s Day, she came out to her parents. She was so afraid but she did it anyway, for me, for us. Her parents were accepting which was not a surprise, but still a huge relief. If this ever becomes more than a nameless, faceless blog on a rapidly declining social media site, Mikaela will get more than one chapter. Mikaela deserves her own damn book. We dated for only a year and a half, living together for the better part of it. The end of it was ugly. We made many mistakes that, in hindsight, I believe contributed to our demise.

One of those mistakes being living together so soon. We had signed a lease as friends before we became more. Actually, we signed a lease with Caylee but when Caylee‘s parents found out Mikaela and I were gay, they told her that they wouldn’t help pay for her portion of the rent if she lived with us. So she didn’t. At the time this felt unforgivable and ended our friendship. But of course as I write this now at age 27, I understand. The summer before we moved in together I went to California to stay with Mikaela and her parents for three months (another mistake). I didn’t like her mom and I pitied her dad, and I put Mikaela right in the middle of it. During that time, Mikaela went on a three week backpacking trip around Europe with her cousin. I was jealous, I was insecure, and I was needy. I wasn’t fair and she wasn’t nice.

Mikaela and I fought a lot throughout our time together but I still think of her so fondly. We yelled, drank, partied, studied, played house, argued, sang at the top of our lungs, traveled, fucked. Fucked a lot. All of it hard and all of it good. We were so young, barely 18 and 19, and having our first taste of real independence. Mikaela had her flaws too. She was rude to my mom, had a temper, held a grudge, didn’t mind leaving a big mess for waitstaff at restaurants, didn’t put her grocery cart back. She had a hard time sharing. When we lived together, she made us all buy our own spices. We had three of everything each with our initials on the caps. I, on the other hand, was far too eager to play house and operate as one collective human. This was also around the time my anxiety started to get really bad. Textbook anxious attachment anyone?! I cried a lot, guilt-tripped, sought attention in childish ways, picked fights, and didn’t advocate for my needs by any remotely healthy manner. We were both just so young with so much growth to do and no idea how. 

But we were truly-deeply-madly in love, and I will always think of her in this way. Mikaela lives on the opposite side of the country now with a long-term boyfriend. I wish now that I could be her friend. Maybe if we had met at a different time in our lives, or if our paths ever cross again (though I am polyamorous and she is not), things might have been different for us. Nonetheless I will always be grateful for the time we had and I wish her all the best.

Another one of my fatal mistakes with Mikaela was my never ending ties with Sara. Unlike me, Mikaela saw right through Sara and didn’t put up with any of her manipulative bullshit. We were all rugby teammates, so Sara was inevitably still around, and even though I didn’t believe I had feelings for her, my obsession with rescuing her had a death grip on me. The cycle would go like this: Sara and I start talking, she guilt trips me for choosing Mikaela, she makes it about her “not being enough,” I play savior and try to convince her she is good enough, I get mad/Mikaela gets mad, Mikaela says “I told you so,” I block Sara. But I always end up unblocking her and starting the cycle again. So much so that I begin hiding it from Mikaela. Only sometimes, not always. Because at the time, I had convinced myself that I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Because “I don’t actually have feelings for her!” And maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, but looking back whatever those feelings were, it certainly wasn’t love. Instead it was some sort of desperation, born from some sort of savior complex, fueled by some very strategic moves on her part. But whatever it was, hiding it was wrong and I knew it.



[dent-de-leon]

Thinking about animated Mighty Nein again, and—I want to see that moment when we get a glimpse of all of Molly’s tattoos and scars for the first time. And in the campaign that’s the bathhouse, when Molly is at his most comfortable, the Nine Eyes hidden away in the coils of a snake and vibrant feathers. Lucien’s scars never mattered to him, and it’s really only the tattoos that the rest of the party are interested in.

But then there’s also that one moment very early on that always stuck with me, in episode 2. When Caleb just looks at Molly and says softly, “You have a lot of scars.” Because he knows what that’s like, of course he knows. And Molly can see the bandages Caleb always keeps his arms and past wrapped up in.

I think it really says something about Molly. Not only that he brushes off the comment so easily--"That's a very funny story, actually"--but the fact that he doesn't mention Caleb's own scars. He knows what it's like to run and hide, desperate to leave the past behind. And he understands Caleb's pain, more than either of them could ever know. Missing memories. The fire. Their scars and ghosts that won't let them go--

Thinking of Molly just relaxing in the bathhouse, perfectly content, indulging in the warmth and comfort and luxury. The rest of the Nein admiring his tattoos, the flashy peacock feathers and delicate flowers, a beautiful moon shining beside the sun. The eerie red Eyes. But then maybe there's a moment when Caleb's gaze drifts to Molly's scars, to the signs of a harrowing past that he'll always carry. And he realizes they aren't so different after all--

[ferinehuntressmoved]

☾ *  ― Baroness Caitlyn has a meeting with Chem Baron Finn, and it doesn't go according to his plan.

The Baroness sat in her little coffee shop, in the far corner of a plush dark blue leather seat. Her legs crossed, as her finger tapped lightly against the back of the seat. She didn't need a shower of gold, or people around her to elude the sense of power she displayed. Her arms spread out like a pair of wings, and the tapping of metal talons on her pointer finger displays her predatory nature despite her origins in Piltovan blood. Most people were completely unaware of her Ionian history, and she liked to keep it that way. However, her face displayed a fashion of boredom, her lips pursed with eyes narrowed on the preening yellow jacket of the chem-baron before her. "Bold, Finn, marching into my territory as if you own the place,"

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A tilt of her head came just slightly as she watched Finn's walk. Heavy steps, stretching out his legs like a false predator. Stretching out his jacket like peacock feathers as he settled down in a chair across from Caitlyn and she pointed her finger. "Close enough," She threatened a hint of danger on the tip of her tongue. The false bravado of the man came with a smile as he leaned forward, arms against his knees as he twisted the lighter in his hand. A slickjaw, golden lines to enhance his 'display' of his power. Even his tattoos meant to give him a bigger display of danger yet a peacock's feathers, like his markings, were all display and no action. Every mark meant to make him look dangerous. The tattoo of kill emboldened on his chest, the hyena on his neck. She wondered if Finn realized that Male hyenas had absolutely no power. Male hyenas were hated by the females, and the females were often aggressive and cruel to males. A male hyena can not dominate a female hyena, and she had no problem displaying that here in this moment.

"I think, you and I should have a talk, Caitlyn," Immediately Caitlyn's hair prickled against the back of her neck as she grabbed her cane and pressed it up against Finn's chest.

"Baroness. Make the mistake again to informally calling me by my name again, and I'll carve it into your chest," Caitlyn threatened, refusing to get on friendly terms with the prick. Finn let out a chuckle, as if amused by her behavior yet Caitlyn knew she had power in this room; Finn's arrogance could only go so far to protect him. He was on her territory, she could easily kill him right now for walking into her place without a formal invitation. However, he had a use, one that she would not take away from Silco. Finn was the garbage boy, and she enjoyed the amusement of watching him clean up the messes. "I would prefer to be on friendly terms, you and I have a lot in common; despite your unfortunate origin," Low blow. Caitlyn just smiled as she crossed her legs, bouncing her foot lightly.

"Speak plainly, Finn, I do not have time for flamboyant conversations," She spoke, another couple of taps from her talon pointer finger. A quiet yet subtle threat. Finn waved his hand a little annoyed but leaned back up and gave a nod. "I'm offering a hand of partnership. You never know when things change down here, Baroness, in a brief span of hours, the change of leadership can happen," Caitlyn didn't react, but she could tell Finn trying to make her fearful, cornered, perhaps trying to make her desperate to seek out partnerships. If she did that, it would continue to make her look weak. Unlike Finn, Caitlyn knew she held more power than what Finn knew. Picking up a cigarette, he placed it in his mouth and lit the end of it, taking his time. "You would do well to have me as an ally, rather than an enemy,"

A little smile touched Caitlyn's lips as she tilted her head. "Feeling threatened?" Caitlyn quieted, letting Finn pause as he pulled the cigarette from his lips. "What do you imply, Baroness," Caitlyn gave a small shrug as she stood up, the heels of her boots clicking against the ground as everyone went silent in the cafe. The barista behind the counter stopped cleaning the cup and took a step back, a couple in the corner froze mid-eating a cupcake and eyes on Caitlyn. The entire room silent and focused on the Chem-Baroness. Power eluded from her walk, slow and steady as she started to walk around Finn and she placed a hand on his shoulder, digging her talon pointer finger against him. "I'm implying that you are the one looking for allies, not me," She whispered and leaned over his shoulder, leaning closer toward his exposed neck and a whisper in his ear.

Finn tensed under her hands and growled, and all Caitlyn could do was smile. "Be careful what you say, your actions speak more than your words, Finn. I don't need you, and you should count yourself lucky that I don't rip out your throat right now. Now, on the term of allies," Caitlyn said, letting go of his shoulder and walking the rest of the way around him, stalking him like a wolf as she was back in front of him. "I'll send a message your way if I ever need your services. But next time you want to speak, you better send a runner. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to kill you. In fact, I know a couple of people who would quite enjoy to feast on your blood," Caitlyn spoke and before Finn could speak Caitlyn lifted her hand to stop him.

"Leave. We're through. Take your ruffled feathers and get out of my territory before I unleash my people on you," Caitlyn demanded, her icy blue eyes narrowed on him as Finn let out a growl before laughing.

"Big mistake, Baroness. Remember, you need friends down here, we all know a Piltie can't make it in these harsh streets," Caitlyn allowed a cruel smile to touch her lips.

"Oh Finn, it's cute when you try to scare me. You have nothing to say that I haven't heard already. Now tuck your pretty little feathers and go on," She said, as she saw the disgruntled look in the chem-baron as he walked out of the cafe. Caitlyn turned toward one of her henchmen and tilted her head. "Make sure he leaves, I don't want to see him in our streets without invitation," Caitlyn said, as the brawler of a man tipped his head and immediately walked out with three others behind him. A little soft sigh left her lips as she walked to the counter and the barista had already made up a cup of chai for her. Taking it, she took a sip and sat back down on her couch. "He's getting scared, he's going to make a move," She whispered to herself and smirked. She wondered what had set him off to start looking for allies. She would have to tell Silco about this, she would be sure he would find the information most illuminating.