#the outfits especially are fun to make up

[stranger224]

Candice read and reread the tumblr post trying to commit it to memory. She was an aspiring writer and fetish writing seemed like a good way to practice her skills. This post had some very good advice for outlining a story “Give the character a name that can change with them into their final persona” Candice couldn’t help but laugh If I was the main character of a story my name would change to Candi with a heart over the I.

”If changing their mentality or identity, the way they speak can change to reflect that” “Candi is a bimbo name so Candi would talk in the third person with lots of like and sing-songiness” Candice thought feeling a warm pressure and weight filling her breasts 

“Make a choice whether they are aware of the changes or not” Knowing what was happening seemed scary to Candi. Candi thought it would be better if Candi didn’t know what was going on.

“Memories being misremembered then re-remembered if their past is changed” This  one Candi didn’t like. How was Candi supposed to know if Candi’s past had changed? That’s what pictures were for to help member stuff and Candi’s pictures were making her a lot of money these days before she had gotten her girls inflated her pictures hadn’t been popular now she couldn’t print them fast enough

Pick a catalyst for the transformation that adds to the story or theme. Pick a what now? The big words were making Candi’s head hurt and she struggled to sound out the words on the screen. Part of her wanted to go back to scrolling for cute guys but she wanted to get to the end of the post then move on in peace

Willing participant or helpless victim can both be fun, but have some reason behind why they're doing it or why it's happening to them “Either one works for Candi especially if it’s that hunky guy from the last post. Candi’ be his willing victim any day.” The hand not holding her phone meandered between her legs massaging her clit lazily. 

Altering the past can manifest in the present with physical changes, personality changes, career changes, relationship changes. Messing with time is dangerous and fun  Candi’s hand picked up speed rubbing furiously at her moisteing clit. Her breast swelled further filling with silicone. Her ass bubbling out to a sexy peach. Her legs strengthened as her college writing classes were overwritten to dance classes that landed her a job at the local strip club.

If you're using a picture to go with your story, try picking one before committing to changes so you don't end up hunting for an obscure perfect photo for four hours Candi’s thumb slipped off the post flinging her gaze further down her feed. Her eyes landed on a blond bimbo in a pink bodycon dress. Before she could stop an orgasm crashed over her body stiffening and shaking as her outfit shifted and morphed to match the picture smirking back at her from the screen.

Breathing heavy from her orgasm, Candi tried to find the post again to finish reading it but it was no use the post was lost in the abyss of the internet. Candi didn’t mind though reading about sex didn’t interest her anymore. Now her life was all about performing it. Sliding on her plastic heels Candice closed her laptop and her old life before Candi opened front door to embrace her new one.

If you want to do your own transformation, here are things you can consider. Transformation tropes if you will! You don't need them all, but they're things to keep in mind.

Give the character a name that can be transformed with them into their final persona

If changing their mentality or identity, the way they speak can change to reflect that

Make a choice whether they are aware of the changes or not

Memories being misremembered then reremembered if their past is changed

Clothes suddenly not fitting right but they don't recognize it's because their body changed

Pick a catalyst for the transformation that adds to the story or theme

Willing participant or helpless victim can both be fun, but have some reason behind why they're doing it or why it's happening to them

Altering the past can manifest in the present with physical changes, personality changes, career changes, relationship changes. Messing with time is dangerous and fun

If you're using a picture to go with your story, try picking one before committing to changes so you don't end up hunting for an obscure perfect photo for four hours

Not all changes are magical and immediate. You can get a lot of value with a slow transformation over a long period, especially if there is conditioning involved

Feel free to reblog with your own tips! Anyway, happy writing!

[elodieunderglass]

does killie ever make his own clothes? I know he has zero imagination but he also likes to be dapper and can't buy off the rack so maybe it would force his hand? is derek crafty enough to help him / make clothes for him?

I love that everyone looks at Killie and goes, that little fuck needs a fibercraft hobby. I find this surprising! What is it about his having zero imagination that makes us want to see him sew? Much to ponder.

We did have fun as a joke rotating him in the Great British Sewing Bee but I don’t think he did very well, even if a sewing machine is a horse. And he might take up unnecessarily aggressive quilting in retirement in a sort of multidimensional chess battle with his enemies and rivals in the quaint Cotswold village of his retirement.

He definitely outsources a lot of emotional labour to his tailor. He does not mind paying a professional for their expertise, and mostly lacks the vocabulary to describe what he wants, from colour palettes (he seems to be a Deep Autumn??) to the precise degree of sluttiness of his waistcoats (somehow managing to have them be sluttier as part of a layered outfit than his completely see-through white base layers that genuinely do show nipple.) so what exactly would make him try his own?

I think ultimately it’s more fun and interesting to ask “what would MAKE a character do this” than to say he wouldn’t. I cannot imagine him being good at it or doing it willingly BUT it would be fun to force him into a position where he had to try.

I don’t see Derek as especially crafty but he probably has more of the qualities of someone who takes pleasure in it, where with Killie everything would be this FIGHT FOR HIS LIFE. Again, what would make him do it?

Maybe some kind of costumes…?

[fandomfablesunleashed]

Tangled lives: Chapter Three

Law x reader (she/her)

Chapter three of Tangled lives

Words (for this chapter): 4k

Notes: A slightly longer one this time, with a brief mention of Shachi and Penguin being together. I don’t really ship them, but it fit well in this story—especially since I initially hadn’t planned on including Bepo. For a moment, I even considered making him Law’s big-ass dog, lol. In the end, though, I included a bit of their friendship, so having them all together felt important to me. Anyway, things are about to get a bit fluffy before the angst arrives.

Hope you enjoy <3

You got yourself a date. After getting ready, you stepped out of your room to find Law in the living room, engrossed as usual in a medical book. At the sound of your footsteps, he looked up, his piercing gaze scanned your outfit. As always, his face gave nothing away, leaving you unsure whether to feel flattered or offended.

“Um, I got a date,” you blurted out, immediately regretting it. Why did you even tell him? You swore you saw him scoff for a split second before his expression returned to its usual neutral mask. Great. Now you were certain you should be offended. Sure, you weren’t the hottest person in the world, but the idea of someone finding you date-worthy couldn’t be that perplexing.

“Have fun,” he said, flipping a page. And just like that, you lost his attention.

“Thanks.” You yanked your bag over your shoulder and strode toward the door, leaving the apartment.

The date turned out to be horrendous. 

The guy took you to a bar—a place you never would’ve chosen—and the evening only went downhill from there. He was loud, misogynistic, and overly confident that he’d be spending the night with you. As he rambled on, you were desperately searching for a way to escape, ideally alone and as quickly as possible.

While racking your brain for an excuse, you spotted a familiar face. You blinked, not quite sure if you were seeing things correctly. There, of all places, was your roommate. You definitely hadn’t intended to run into him here. For a moment, you wondered if he was stalking you, but no, that was ridiculous. He wasn’t alone, either; he was with three other guys, laughing and chatting as they entered. Law seemed as surprised to see you, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. This bar was the last place anyone would expect for a date.

You finally concocted an excuse to flee, but the guy insisted on driving you home. Anxiety tightened your chest. You didn’t want him knowing where you lived, and the thought of being trapped in a car with him made you uneasy. As you both stood to leave—him looking thrilled that the date was moving forward—you made a hasty decision.

You darted over to Law and his friends. Without giving him a chance to react, you leaned in and whispered, “Please help me get rid of that guy.”

If you startled him, he didn't show it. His sharp eyes darted past you to the man lingering by the door, clearly waiting.

“Sure,” he replied, his tone effortlessly indifferent, as he gestured for you to join his group.

You could’ve hugged him. Quickly, you turned and called back to your so-called date, “Actually, I ran into a friend. I’ll just stay here for a while, and he will drive me home. Thanks, though!” You didn’t give him time to argue, sliding into the seat next to Law.

Unfortunately, he didn’t let go, weaving through the crowd toward your table. He was furious, his cheeks flushed—not just from anger, but likely from all the drinks he’d downed earlier.

“Hey!” he yelled, standing a little too close for comfort. “What the hell was that? You think you can just ditch me?” he yelled at you.

You froze, your breath catching. The sudden confrontation had your stomach twisting. Before you could even respond, Law slowly stood up, his chair scraping the floor.

The guy’s bravado faltered as Law loomed over him.

“You’ve got about five seconds to walk away,” Law said. If you thought him to be cold before, it was nothing compared to how icy he sounded now. “Or we’re going to have a very different kind of conversation.” 

The man bristled, puffing out his chest like a cornered animal trying to seem bigger. “What, you think you can just threaten me?” He jabbed a finger toward you. “She’s my date. She should be leaving with me instead of being a fucking bit—”

Before he could finish, Law’s hand shot out, grabbing the guy’s wrist in an iron grip. He didn’t squeeze, but the implied strength made the man wince.

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Law warned, his tone so calm it was terrifying. His gaze never wavered, pinning the man in place like a predator toying with prey. “Let me make this crystal clear: she’s not yours. And if you don’t leave her alone, you’ll regret it.”

The guy’s face paled. He yanked his arm free, stumbling back a step. “Fine!” he spat, glaring at you one last time. “She’s not worth it anyway.”

As he stormed off, one of Law's friends let out a low whistle. “Man, you’ve still got it, Law. Scary as hell.”

Law sat back down as if nothing had happened, brushing his hands off casually. “Idiot,” he muttered, reaching for his drink.

You exhaled, the tension in your shoulders releasing. “Thanks,” you said quietly, feeling a little shaky.

He didn’t even look at you.  Instead, he stared at his drink, his fingers gripping the glass. “Next time, pick a better date.”

“I—” Your voice wavered slightly. You knew deep down it wasn’t your fault that the guy turned out to be a complete jerk, yet Law’s comment irked you. For a moment, you felt the impulse to snap back at him, to lash out in frustration, but you suppressed it. He wasn’t the one you were furious with, and he had basically saved your ass. Still, you felt the need to explain yourself.   “He didn’t seem that bad when I met him… but he got worse with alcohol.”

Law finally glanced at you. There was something in his gaze—was it concern?—but it was gone before you could be sure. He didn't speak right away, taking his time to finish his drink, as if contemplating something before speaking.

“It’s not your fault, just be careful in the future.”

His words were simple, but there was a softness to them, an unexpected gentleness that caught your attention. His friends, who had been silent until now, instantly backed him up, calling the guy a jackass and assuring you that you were better off without such people in your life. While their words did offer some comfort, your mind couldn’t help but linger on what Law had said. Or, more accurately, how he’d said it. There was a sincerity to his tone, a calmness that felt different from the usual detached way he carried himself. It was almost as if he meant it, not just as a passing remark, but as a reminder, something deeper, like he truly wanted you to be okay. 

You nodded, feeling the last of your nerves start to fade as you settled into the chair. “I think I’ll wait for a moment to make sure he’s really gone… then I’ll leave you all alone.” 

“You don’t have to leave. Stay.” Law leaned back, his arms crossing over his chest, as if he was completely unfazed by the situation. “You’ve already made yourself comfortable.”

You blinked, taken aback by his words. “Wait… what?”

“I said stay. I’m not going to throw you out just because you think you’re interrupting something.” He paused, then gave a small nod toward his friends. “Actually… you should meet them.”

A little confused, but intrigued, you looked around the table. The one who whistled before was the first to react, leaning in with a grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear.

“I’m Shachi!” he announced loudly, raising his glass in a mock toast. He winked, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his infectious energy.

Bepo, sitting next to Shachi, smiled warmly at you. “Bepo,” he said kindly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Penguin,” the last one said, his voice low but friendly. “Nice to meet you, too.”

You nodded in greeting, feeling a little more at ease. Law’s friends seemed… surprisingly normal. 

“These idiots are my friends,” Law offered with a slight smirk, rolling his eyes as if they were more trouble than they were worth. “They’re not so bad once you get to know them.”

Shachi laughed. “Speak for yourself, Law! I’m a joy to be around.”

Bepo chuckled, while Penguin shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“I guess I’ll stick around, then,” you said, giving Law a grateful look. “It’s… nice to meet you all. Thanks for letting me crash your night.” You looked around at Law’s friends, who seemed so natural together, and curiosity got the better of you.

“So, how long have you guys known each other?” you asked, genuinely interested.

“Forever,” Shachi declared, his arms stretching out dramatically. “Since we were kids. We’ve been through thick and thin together.”

You thought for a moment. “What started it all, then? How’d you all meet?”

Shachi and Penguin exchanged a quick glance before they both burst out laughing.

“Well, you know,” Shachi said, “it all started with me and Penguin giving Bepo a hard time.” His grin was mischievous, and you could see a teasing glint in his eyes. “We were just kids, picking on him for fun. But honestly, Bepo was an easy target back then.”

Bepo scratched the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed. “I wasn’t exactly capable of standing up for myself back then. I was too shy… and kind of clumsy,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

Penguin chimed in. “To be fair, Bepo’s still kind of clumsy,” he teased with a smirk. “But that’s why we love him.”

Bepo rolled his eyes but didn’t look offended.

“So what? You guys were bullies?”

Penguin leaned forward. “Kind of, yeah. We weren’t exactly… kind to him. I mean, we didn’t know any better. But that all changed when Law stepped in.”

You did not expect that kind of backstory, and it only deepened your curiosity about your peculiar roommate. He had remained quiet throughout the conversation, yet his silence spoke volumes, leaving you eager to uncover more about him.

Shachi grinned, obviously remembering the moment. “Oh, it was glorious. We were giving Bepo a hard time, and then out of nowhere, Law showed up and beat us up so easily.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “He didn’t even hesitate.”

You didn't think Law was capable of such fierce protectiveness, especially given how distant he usually seemed.  Although, with how he protected you today without any hesitation, you shouldn't be so surprised.

“Yeah, that was impressive,” Penguin laughed. “After that, we couldn’t really mess with Bepo anymore. And honestly, after a while, we all just… stuck together.”

“That’s… kind of sweet, in a way,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips. “I guess I was wrong about you, Law. I didn’t expect you to have such a soft spot for people.”

Law raised an eyebrow, his expression not changing much, but there was something hiding in his eyes. “I’m not soft,” he muttered, though you could tell he was trying not to smile at the teasing.

Shachi leaned back in his chair, his smile growing. “Sure, Law. You’re as tough as they come.”

Bepo quickly added, his tone so sincere that you could tell right away how much he respected Law. “You’ve always been there for us, even when we didn’t deserve it. That’s just how you are.”

Penguin nodded. “And we’re all the better for it.”

“Don’t let him fool you,” Shachi said with a glance toward Law. “He may act all cold and calculating, but he’s the first one to jump in when we need him.”

“Okay, okay,” Law interjected. “Enough with the compliments.”

As the night went on, you found yourself truly enjoying their company. It was clear that there was genuine affection and respect among them all. You felt a little out of place, but also… strangely comfortable. This group had a way of making you feel like you belonged, even if you were still trying to figure out where you fit in.

More than anything, you couldn’t help but notice how much more at ease Law seemed with his friends. You had learned more about him than you ever expected, and you knew that there was still so much more to figure out. If only he would let you do just that. For now, you shifted your focus to his friends, hoping they might offer a glimpse into the enigma that was Law. You didn’t have to wait long.

“Hey, Captain,” Bepo said casually, tossing a half-smile Law’s way. “Want another drink?”

Well, that caught your attention. You looked over at Law, who stiffened, his eyes narrowing. You expected him to snap at Bepo, but instead, there was an almost imperceptible flush on his cheeks as he muttered, “I’ve told you a thousand times, don’t call me that when others are around.”

You tilted your head, intrigued. “Captain?”

The way Bepo and the others laughed confirmed that there was a story behind this. Shachi, unable to contain his grin, leaned toward you. “Oh, yeah. It’s a thing, all right. It goes way back.”

Penguin nodded with a smile. “When we were kids, we used to pretend to be pirates. And guess who was the captain?” He winked at Law, who was trying to hide his growing discomfort.

Law let out a groan and buried his face in his hands, clearly embarrassed. “I was young, okay?” he mumbled. “It was stupid.”

But his friends weren’t having any of it. Shachi grinned widely, clearly relishing the moment. “It wasn’t stupid! You were born to be the captain. You’d give orders like a real pirate—steering our ‘ship,’ commanding the crew. You were tough, no nonsense, all that.”

“And he would take it way too seriously,” Penguin added, laughing. “We’d get in trouble for doing stupid things. Law would go all ‘We’re pirates! Pirates don’t do that!’ It was ridiculous.”

The image they painted was delightful. From how cool and collected Law presented himself to you, it seemed almost impossible to picture him as a small child, playing pretend games with his friends. The contrast was so stark that it left you fascinated, and you found yourself wanting to hear more about his childhood. Yet, from everything you had gathered about Law so far, you reminded yourself that it was best not to pry too much, too soon.

With that thought in mind, you decided to ease into the conversation. “I can’t believe you guys still call him that,” you said, your eyes twinkling with amusement as you glanced at Law, who was now glaring at them. 

Shachi shrugged. “It stuck, didn’t it? We all grew up, but we’ve been calling him Captain ever since. Besides, we’re all still his crew.”

Penguin grinned. “The Captain’s crew never abandons ship, right, Captain?”

Law’s expression softened for just a moment, and you caught a glimpse of something warmer in his eyes, before he cleared his throat and pushed the moment aside. “Enough of this,” he said, his tone commanding but not harsh. There was no real bite to his words, no anger behind them—an attempt to regain control of the conversation, to push the brief vulnerability back into the recesses where he felt most comfortable.

You smiled to yourself, realizing exactly how much these little moments revealed about Law. He might act cold and distant to most people, but to his friends, he was their captain, their protector—whether he liked it or not. And you had a feeling that he did. You could only hope one day he might regard you as one as well.

“I think it suits you,” you teased, nudging him lightly. “Captain.”

“You really think so, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said with a grin. “You’ve got that ‘I’m in charge’ vibe going on.”

You might have been teasing, but there was an undeniable truth in your words. Law had a presence about him, an unspoken authority that seemed to radiate from every part of him. It wasn’t something he had to assert loudly or forcefully; it was simply there, a quiet confidence that drew people’s attention and commanded respect.

Shachi let out a loud laugh. “See? Even she gets it. You’re stuck with it, Captain.”

Law leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “Great. I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

The way he said it was half-amused, half-defeated, but it only made him appear more endearing. You wouldn't dare to call him that out loud. Not yet, at least.

“Nope,” Bepo said. “You’re our Captain for life.” 

The words were delivered with a kind of light-hearted finality, as if there were no debate in the matter, as if Law’s role wasn’t just a title—it was a bond between all of them.

“In alternate universes too,” Shachi added.

The mention of alternate realities sent the group into a lively debate about the multiverse, alternate versions of themselves, and the strange possibilities that could exist in parallel worlds. 

Law got as passionate about it as he did when dissing medical dramas on TV, and you were once again reminded how much you liked that side of him. The fact that he was apparently a nerd only sparked your interest in him even more, and you couldn’t believe there was ever a time when he had scared you off.

As the conversation shifted again, you couldn’t help but feel that the day had completely turned around. What started as an uncomfortable date had blossomed into an unexpected, light-hearted evening with new friends. And through all the teasing and laughter, you saw a side of Law that you hadn’t expected: a guy who cared deeply, maybe more than he let on, and who was just trying to navigate the world the best way he knew how.

You noticed the occasional glance he’d throw your way when he thought you weren’t looking. It was as if he was silently checking on you, making sure you were okay. It felt… nice. You couldn’t deny that a small part of you appreciated the subtle attention.

You were starting to see him in a new light, one that made him way more approachable. 

Eventually, the night started to wind down. The lively chatter began to quieten, and the group started getting ready to leave. You stood up, stretching as you gathered your things, knowing that it was time to head back to the apartment.

“It was fun having you around,” Shachi said, flashing a cheeky grin. “Maybe next time, we can share more embarrassing stories about our dear Captain.”

Penguin chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t let him scare you off.”

Bepo gave you a kind smile. “Take care, and thanks for keeping him company,” he said quietly. “He needs that more than he’ll admit.”

You were about to ask more about what Bepo meant, but before you could get the words out, Law appeared beside you, cutting off the moment.

“Ready to go?” he asked

You nodded, giving the group a last smile and following Law out of the bar.

As you stepped out into the cool air, you pulled out your phone. “I’ll call us a ride,” you said, glancing up at him. “It’s the least I can do after… everything. I mean, you saved my ass back there, let me hang out with you all, and you paid for my drinks—even though I insisted on doing it myself.”

Law raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical, as if the idea didn’t quite sit right with him. “You don’t need to do that.”

“I know I don’t need to,” you replied, giving him a pointed look. “But I want to. You’ve already done enough tonight, and I feel like I should repay you somehow.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I told you, it’s not a big deal.”

“It is to me,” you countered, your tone firm. “You didn’t have to help me, but you did.”

For a moment, you thought he might argue further. But instead, he shrugged. “Fine. If it makes you feel better.”

You smiled, grateful he wasn’t going to fight you on it anymore. As you requested the ride, you noticed him watching you. It wasn’t an intimidating gaze, but rather something quieter—almost like he was sizing you up in a new way.

When you finished, you turned back to him. “It’ll be here soon.” 

The sound of the car pulling up broke the silence, and you gestured toward it. “Come on. Let’s get you home, Captain,” you teased, smirking as the nickname rolled off your tongue.

The ride was quiet at first, the low hum of the car engine filling the space between you. You peeked at Law, noticing how he leaned back in his seat, his sharp features relaxed but still carrying that faint edge of intensity.

“You okay?” you asked, keeping your voice low.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” His tone was even, but something in the way his fingers curled against his sleeve told a different story.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s not every day you play hero, save someone from a bad date, and let your friends roast you in front of them.”

The corner of his mouth twitched—barely—but you caught it. “They have a habit of oversharing.”

You chuckled. “I didn’t mind. Actually, I think it was kind of nice seeing that side of you. You’re usually so serious… it was refreshing.”

Law let out a quiet huff, turning his gaze back to the window. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Too late.”

As you stepped into your shared apartment, the familiar quiet greeted you. Law moved followed you inside with his usual composed efficiency, heading straight for his bedroom.

But the question that had been hanging in your mind refused to stay silent. Before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out.

“Why don’t you live with them anymore?”

Law paused his movement. There was a brief moment where his expression tightened, like he was weighing how to respond.

You pressed on, suddenly needing to understand. “I mean, from what I’ve learned tonight, you used to live with them, right? So, why were you looking for a place when we ended up as roommates?”

“Shachi and Penguin got together,” he answered, his voice calm but laced with a subtle undercurrent of emotion. “They’ve been a thing for a while now. They didn’t say anything, but… it felt like they needed their own space, you know?”

You nodded slowly, understanding what he meant.

“And Bepo…” Law continued, “He wanted to live with his girlfriend. He offered me a room, and so did Shachi and Penguin, but… He trailed off, glancing at you briefly before looking away.

“But you didn’t want to intrude,” you guessed. “I get it, you know. My former roommate and best friend moved out to live with her girlfriend, so I understand.”

“Exactly,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “They didn’t mind, but… I did. They’re all starting their own lives, and it just didn’t feel right. Plus,” he added, leaning forward, “I needed to be closer to the hospital for my residency anyway. It made sense to find my own place.”

You absorbed his words, feeling a newfound understanding for him. “That’s… really considerate of you.”

He gave a small shrug, brushing off the compliment. “It’s just practical.”

“Still,” you replied, stepping closer, “it says a lot about you. You care about them enough to step back and let them have what they need.”

Law’s lips twitched, but he didn’t respond right away. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes for a bit. “It’s what you do for people who matter.”

You smiled at that, finding his quiet loyalty unexpectedly admirable. “Well,” you said lightly, trying to shift the mood, “for what it’s worth, I’m glad you ended up here. Even if I’m probably not as entertaining as them.”

“You’re entertaining in your own way.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

For the first time since you’d known him, the apartment didn’t feel so quiet anymore. A soft smile curled on your lips. “Thanks again. Really. I’m glad you were there.”

His eyes pierced into yours, and he gave you a smirk. “Next time, call me sooner. I’ll take care of it.” with that, he pushed himself off the wall and moved to his bedroom. The sound of his footsteps seemed to echo in the room, and in that silence, you realized something—you fully believed that he would.

[dumbgoondog]

curse!yuji nsfw alphabet when??? :D???✨✨✨

Curse!Yuji NSFW Alphabet

Cw/Tw — light blood, humiliation, degradation, dub con + CNC, breeding kink if you squint, blood, implied cannibalism

Right now! It’s here!

(A)ftercare - Ever wanted to feel like royalty? Now’s ya chance. Body worship, through kisses, praise, massages, drinks, snacks, shows, etc

(B)ody Part - your heart, he doesn’t have one, his and Mahito’s theory is that’s what truly separates humans and curses. A lack of a heart.

(C)um - in you. In you please please please. It’s all he wants. He wants to fill you. Mouth, cunt, ass as long as it’s in you. Please.

(D)irty Secret - he wants to do curse on human roleplay. Dub-con roleplay, CNC roleplay. He’s a nasty vile curse taking advantage of you, or you can’t see him and don’t feel him fucking you. Somno, fucking you while you sleep, all of it. He feels so guilty about it and so ashamed but he’s super into it secretly.

(E)xperience - Very minimal, see there’s this girl he was with, it ended in such a massive mess. Mahito and Sukuna are still laughing about it like maniacs and he’s so embarrassed by it. The two never got to home base but he’s gotten some handfuls of tits and sucked off. Oh but he’s TOTALLY not a virgin, he’s so experienced and loves helping virgins pop the cherry cuz he loves the noises and- he’s lying.

(F)avorite Position - spooning, he loves being so pressed to you. And then passing out together after? Oh yeah

(G)oofy - yeah… he’s read so many fics and he tries to mimic them, but sometimes he’ll say something not sexy at all, and then he starts dripping cuz he realizes that was not sexy.

(H)air - messy like normal Yuji!

(I)ntimacy - he’s a dweeb as much as he’s a pervert. He loves picking you flowers, not buying but picking them! He loves wearing matching outfits, going out on ice cream dates, and making you food. If you wear lipstick and kiss him he won’t wash it off. He loves stealing hair ties and wearing them in his wrists too

(J)ack off - a lot. Like normal Yuji, it’s a lot.

(K)ink - Feet, he’s really into feet. Especially wearing socks, and having- NOT. No he makes fun of people who are into feet(sorry) he loves corruption play. Bimbofication, making the goodie two shoes into a whore, sorcerer on curse, hero and villain, evil and good. Making someone really proper into a total dumb pleasure drunk porn star. He loves taking photos of it allllll

(L)ocation - anywhere and everywhere, easy

(M)otivation - he’s an absolute DOG. It’s way too easy. Good luck telling tho cuz he hides it really well.

(N)o - no feet. He’s so sorry, it’s the dumb meme kink and it’s too funny.

(O)ral - oh yeah, slob on his shit, he’s got a hand in your hair and fuckin your mouth recording that as if he can see himself in the video. He loves watching you screw your eyes shut or when you look up at him, or the surprise on your face when his tentacle slides down your throat and you choke a bit.

(P)ace - stuttering fast and messy at first but once he’s locked in it’s any pace he wants. Fast and hard, slow and teasing, oh yeah.

(Q)uicky - please god please, he loves it, even if neither of you finish. Desperate quick reaches of pleasure before anything or when you have a time limit? God yeaaahhhh

(R)isk - he’s up to try almost anything! Except anything that makes you bleed. Once he smells your blood he might do something he regrets, but he has good self control luckily.

(S)tamina - a good deal! He’s a cum dumper, he’s kinda pathetic tho. We’re taking, first time he bottoms out he might cum. Dry humping? Oh he genuinely gets close. It’s embarrassing.

(T)oys - Unlike normal Yuji he watches streams of solo sessions, he loves watching people try to take really big toys. He loves watching people use non human shaped dildos. He’d love to get you a butt plug btw.

(U)nfair - god please tease him, watch his brain malfunction, and just turn off. Want to win an argument? Tease him. Want him to buy you something? Grind a bit. Sure he’ll get you back later but he’s so cute when he short circuits

(V)olume - Yap Yap Yap, “God- your pretty mouth on my cock- oh fuck that’s it, keep suckin baby.” Yap yap yap “smile for the camera, you look so gooo- ooo fuck-! Damn bitch you’re squeezin so tight-!” Yap yap yap

(W)ild Card - how opposed would you be if he found a cursed tool that could record himself and then both of you becoming porn stars together? Cuz he’d love that. Getting to fuck you while people watched, people seeing how good you are for him, how dumb on his dick you can become… oh yeah, he’s hard thinking about it.

(X)-ray - stupid boxers with stupid prints. Cheeto, Dr. Pepper, Pepsi, ramen, lightning McQueen, and human centipede(curse!Yuji like human centipede instead of human earthworm)

(Y)es - please let him go at it raw, no condom, please please please please. It feels different! Way better! He can’t feel you as good otherwise! He has good pull out game! Totally! He won’t push in balls deep! No no not him!

(Z)zz - cuddle up, watch a show, pull up the blankets, here are the snacks, nap time or goodnight!

[blakeswritingimagines]

Kink List With John Marino

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He is kind and loving, and makes sure you know how much he cares about you. He'll hold you close and tell you how good you have been, petting and softly caressing your body.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his strong thighs and muscular arms, being a proud athlete. Loves seeing you bounce on him and being able to hold you down with ease.

He loves your chest and thighs. Can't help but stare and make comments on the curves and fullness.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves watching cum go down your throat, especially if you swallow and make a show about it. He loves seeing your face covered in his cum, showing the result of his efforts. He loves getting as much out of you as possible.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a bit of an exhibitionist streak, and thinks about what it would be like to have you in a public space all the time. Wants to be able to take you outside in a park or a dressing room and just have his way with you for anyone to see.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's experienced, and is very confident in what he does. He knows how to make you squirm and beg, and takes pride in you being putty in his hands.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves any position where he can be in charge: missionary, cowgirl, and especially doggy style. He wants to see you on your hands and knees or on your back so he has a perfect view of his favorite parts of you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He loves to tease and joke around with you. A lot of the time, it's dirty, but sometimes it's just sweet. He's never completely serious while still being confident and commanding, knowing how to keep in control and how to get what he wants. Always keeps a lighthearted atmosphere.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's very well groomed, but not completely smooth: there's a bit of hair on him but he never gets to the scruff stage. It matches the rest of his body hair, a little more than you would expect from his face but not quite as wild as you would expect from his head, if that makes sense.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's very intimate and passionate, but not necessarily in a standard romantic way. He's not overly cheesy or sentimental, but he has deep feelings for you and shows his love in his own way. He's not afraid to call you pet names, but his love language is touch.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He knows what he likes. When you're not there, he jerks himself to pictures or videos of you, thinking about how you feel and what he wants to do to you. Usually has a little imagination, but if he's been away from you for a while, he'll put any videos you've made him good use.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He's a bit of control freak, and tends to take the lead. He likes being in charge, and you giving up control to him. He loves it when you wear outfits for him, and also love leaving marks on you to show who owns you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He is constantly thinking about how fun and risky it would be to do it in a public place, or even just a risky place. Loves the idea of just being in some secluded area where he can have his way with you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He can get going by simply looking at you, but he especially loves when you wear skimpy or nice outfits for him, and are obedient and eager to be toyed with. He enjoys when his favorite parts of you are emphasized by you, and especially when he can give you little rules and demands to follow.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't like when you don't listen to him, or try to take control. His only limits are things that would cause you more than a little pain, and other than that, you're fair game for him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves getting from you, and it's his favorite way to come. He likes you to swallow but doesn't expect you to. He doesn't think he's an expert, but definitely enjoys the control and sensation of you in his hands. He's not great at giving, but practices to be able to give you what you want.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on his mood. He can be rough, but usually is just very passionate and sensual. He likes to take his time with you, but if he needs you badly, he can be a bit rougher and faster, especially the longer he's gone without you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He prefers a longer session with you, but he's still not opposed to a good quickie when you need to get away from people. He wants to be very thorough and take you the proper way, and even if he just needs to have you quickly, he will make sure you still get everything you need. He always wants you to be satisfied, no matter how long you have.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He doesn't have any issues with trying new things, and enjoys a little risk. He's not necessarily into doing really risky things, but likes doing things that excite him. He will always try new things when it comes to you, and if he likes it, it is definitely a repeat performance.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go as many rounds as you want, with him being able to last at least as long as you need him to, if not longer. He has a lot of stamina from not only being an athlete, but having a need to please you as much as he possibly can.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He only has one toy, which is a remote control vibrator for you. He loves being in full control of you whenever he can, and loves to tease you with the toy whenever you're out, or whenever he wants to keep you on your toes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease, and does it constantly, and has a sadistic streak where he enjoys watching you squirm. When he doesn't have access to you, he loves to send you things or tell you little things that keep you desperate for him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not very loud, but he can't help himself from letting out a soft moan or whisper when you get him going, especially if you're in a public place. He usually has to muffle the sounds with his hand, or bite his lip to keep himself from making too much noise.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He has an obsession with your voice, and the way you say his name. It doesn't matter what you're doing, but hearing you moan his name or whimper it when he's giving you pleasure drives him wild in the best way.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's not too big, not too small, but he's definitely thick and knows how to use it. It's not too curved, and he keeps it clean, with a nice shape and his favorite part being the head.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It depends on when he's with you. When you're apart, it's not terrible, he can handle it without it being a constant issue. When you're apart, he handles it pretty well, usually satisfied with just fantasizing or with some help from you. But when you're together, his sex drive goes into overdrive, and he's a very eager, demanding, and impatient lover.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It really depends. If he's had a good night, either sleeping or just having a good time with you, he'll probably drift off pretty quickly, holding you close all night. If the night was especially long and eventful, it may take him a while to fall asleep, mostly thinking about how much he wants you.

[synthshenanigans]

remake of that one meme I saw

one with & without Soul's floaty arms

[literally only made this so that Darrell would be the "their lil dude" lol]

Isolated doodles below cos I liked em v

[art-from-the-juice-box]

gen loss dump part 2 :]

i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.

[deva-arts]

zomg... the girls! Sketched out! And a few characters I never showed designs for! haha! I keep thinking about the beach, so this is their swimwear.

I hope to make a full fledged drawing for all of them soon~ then the guys~~

Some newbies are: Aura (blue!) Katya (Gold!) and more of Verra (Green!) We'll eventually see more about them as I draw more things and doodles.

[zecoritheweirdone]

first art post of the new year!!! granted, i don't share my art here that much anyway, but– shhh.

hehehehhhooo,, here's something i've been working on for 'bout a month,, albeit not consecutively– took a few,, very very long breaks in between working on this,, but i managed to finish it in the end! am i satisfied with it? .......ehhhh? not completely, but if this took any longer, it might not have seen the light of day, so like. ¯\_(ツ)_/��.

anyway,, made a little poster for my favorite fic, tommyinnit's services for villains, vigilantes, and various other vagabonds, by @scorpionoesit!!! it's really really good,,, and i've always wanted to make more art for it,, so i decided– poster! at least,, that's what it's mean to resemble,,, dkdmkdmdkd.

i will freely admit,, i'm... not the biggest fan of the fan-made logo i tried to design for it,, feels a bit boring, and could definitely have used a bit more pizazz, something to make feel more like the fic itself(what does that mean? you figure that out),,,, but– again, steam was running low,, dkdnksjs. graphic design is my passion. i do also have other complaints, but i'm afraid i already punched my one-use self-critique card,, oh well,,, dkdnkxjdkd.

regardless,, even with the flaws only i can really see,, this still turned out pretty okay!! hope you enjoy it, mx. scorpio and mx. alibi!!! and i hope everyone else has a wonderful new year!!!!

[feliciadraws]

I might not be playing it, but since @mikanashii and I are both screaming about FFXIV right now, I had a go at designing my own would-be Warrior of Light character! And here she is! Her name is Lila Dawnefyre, and although she often gets mistaken for a spellcaster because of her glasses, she is actually a paladin! A native to Ul'Dah, while she's technically a squire, she still trains under the Sultansworn, in between being an adventurer of course. She's kind, sweet and breezy in nature, but on the battlefield she is an absolute lioness and never hesitates to protect her allies, and she can and will kick your butt if she needs to.

Oh and I also ship her with Haurchefant. Because of course I do.

[vamptastic]

I need to get into cosplay or drag or something because I really like some subtypes of women's fashion but I simply cannot wear any of it without feeling miserable. If I was dressed as a character or persona I don't think it'd bother me so much

[synthshenanigans]

a WIP of the recent fit that I hope I will finish later & color.

also smaller doodles i miiiiiiight do more with eventually?? v

[its-a-hil]

it's really been a long time since i've seen positivity about voting in local elections on here. which is quite demoralising

seeing ppl talk about an election as if it's all about the president or national politics makes me not want to vote, bc my vote for president absolutely cannot matter*

bc i do want to vote in local elections! im glad alsobrooks beat trone and i want her to beat hogan, i want school board members who are vocally against "parent choice" and cops in schools. i want state senators who will oppose highway construction and direct more funding to meaningful public services. i want politicians to be meaningfully held to account.

and i don't want to have a president who presided over a genocide.†

*i live in maryland. if you think a republican will win here you're way more of a doomer than i could ever be.

†this is all of them btw. and you know as well as i do that those that haven't will do so if they become president

[darkacademiaarchivist]

i think it's so cute how much we turned the barbie movie into an event to dress up and how much love and effort people are putting into concert outfits and how people make every day life more fun by celebrating mundane things it makes me really happy

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

I relate to kawaii fashion on a spiritual level I really do

[ladysophiebeckett]

her mom watched 'working girl' and it reminded her of lety but with a tropicana lime twist to make her pop.