#the pic order is a little odd

[jedi-starbird]

Alpha-17 and Obi-Wan being friends (derogatory) on 17's part and friends (threatening) on Obi-Wan's part is such an underrated dynamic

They could be so funny and terrifying, like Obi-Wan went through a soul shredding experience with Alpha-17 as his only company. They're friends because what else are you gonna be after you witness each other at absolute rock bottom from torture.

It's like 'dog put in cage of cheetah who's threatening to go crazy', except the dog is a grizzly bear and also threatening to go crazy.

Emotional support trooper except the trooper in question has never done any sort of supporting in his life and is actively an emotional distress trooper to a great number of the CC batch.

I want them texting everyday, I want Obi-Wan mailing handmade BFF bracelets to Alpha and Alpha sending pics back of him flipping off the camera but still wearing them, I want Alpha using Obi-Wan to keep track of and occasionally terrorize his cadets, I want 17 ending problems in the GAR (like Krell) before they begin because Obi-Wan has him shipped out on a personal transport at the first opportunity, decked out with slug-throwers Obi-Wan got him for his decant-day.

Natborn officers think this is all just an odd indulgence of General Kenobi, the Vode, however, correctly identify it as a goddamn threat and their danger assessment of Obi-Wan ticks up significantly.

When Alpha arrives on Kamino, Shaak Ti presses a shiny new comm into his hand. It has the Jedi Order symbol painted onto it alongside a smiley face sticker, and it pings immediately with a new message: Hello! I hope you're settling in well!

Alpha stares at the message, stares at the singular contact named 'OWK' and then stares Shaak Ti in the eye as he pitches the comm straight into the ocean. Shaak Ti's serene smile only grows larger as she calmly reaches into her robes and pulls out an identical comm, only this one has a frowny face sticker, and presses it into his hand. It lights up: I'm afraid we've bonded, Alpha :). Alpha shuts it off and pockets it with resignation.

Cody arrives on Alpha-17's personal recommendation.

A-17: He's the most difficult little bastard I have. You're perfect for each other. OWK: Thank you, he's very handsome :3 A-17: No. Stop.

The first thing he asks once he gets comfortable is who his general is texting so much that has him swinging his legs and twirling his hair. Cody assumes it's Anakin, given they seem joint at the hip anyway, but little does he know Obi-Wan's ability to consistently have the Weirdest Relationships Ever.

"Oh, it's Alpha-17, I understand you're familiar with each other?" Hmm. OK. Cody.exe is experiencing a processing error, please hold. He exits the room instead of answering. The next day he peeks over the General's shoulder when he's texting and sees walls of rambling messages from Obi-Wan. Alpha-17 replies every hour with a single text: Lose this number. Obi-Wan giggles. "He's so funny." he says.

When Obi-Wan meets the rest of the CC batch, Cody makes sure to stand perfectly angled so that he can record the reactions when his general cuts off their introductions with "Oh, no need, Alpha-17's told me all about you." It's always immediate FEAR.JPG followed by a slow spiral of What The Fuck.

What do you mean by that General. What does that mean Cody. What do you mean they text. No. Cody. What the fuck is happening, Cody. Alpha-17 doesn't have friends he has enemies and enemies he tolerates enough not to shoot on sight.

OWK: Wolffe reached for his vambrace? when I mentioned you A-17: That's where he keeps his spare knife. OWK: Hm that does explain the way he eyed me up, ambitious. A-17: Clearly not enough, he should have followed through. I taught them better.

[lionhanie]

leehan as your boyfriend! ♡

established relationship, PURE fluff, leehan x reader, leehan is IN LOVE with you, also not proofread LOL!!!!!!!

word count: ~800 i think lol

warnings: none

a/n: i can't lie this whole thing was sooo self indulgent i just love him so bad #GUILTY!

literally does everything in his power to make you smile and feel good... #1 boyfriend in the world i fear!

he must have the ability to read the minds of the people he loves bc he just knows what you need all the time

...or rather than this, all of his opinions and preferences become whatever you like! (without complaint ofc, because he’s okay with anything as long as you’re satisfied)

this makes me think he’s rlly big on quality time because he seems like the type of bf to be content with just. whatever! as long as you’re there ^_^

quite literally only has eyes for you

he doesn’t really *intend* to do this, but it is so difficult for him to focus on anyone else if he has *you* there with him

everyone will always complain when they hangout with just you two bc they will always end up feeling like a third wheel :skull: 

even if you try to tease him for literally adoring you 24/7 he wouldn’t even be flustered or embarrassed. he would just nod and smile in agreeance U_U

he’ll always go out of his way to compliment you too, telling you how cute you look or how good you are at doing something. he gets a little shy every time you compliment him, but he always recovers by turning the praise back to you

even though he isn’t the best texter, i imagine he would put in extra effort to keep you updated throughout the day-- especially if it's hard to spend a lot of time together in person

you're just going about your day at school/work and you hear a notification on your phone... it's leehan sending you like 10 different angles of the new friends he got for his fish tank

or it's one of his selfies that are either 1) blurry, 2) crop out like 80% of his face, 3) at an unnatural selfie angle, or 4) all of the above. regardless, he's still your handsome boyfriend & looks amazing in every pic he sends

unironically i think he would be a DRY texter LMFAO but the way he communicates is kind of endearing. rather than sending messages, he def has a concerningly large album of reaction pics he uses for every possible situation (including ones he made himself using pics of you & the members)

dates with him are SO fun.

again, he doesn't really care too much about what you two do as long as he gets to spend time together... he's just down to try Anything and Everything so you guys never really run out of things to do together

being so eager to try new activities, i can 100% see him suggesting the most obscure data ideas & being so genuinely excited to do it no matter how odd it may seem given the context

cause Boy wdym you think fishing in a river at 12am is a fun idea for a date... it’s not necessarily like you were going to say no .... but also… this isn’t a common date activity, right?

i think he loves staying in with you the most….. sleepover!!! :3

especially after you both had tiring days; spending a night in with each other never fails to recharge you both!

ordering any food you want (he isn’t planning on eating much, so he’d rather get something you’re craving) ((after a couple bites he sits back and watches you eat w/ the biggest grin on his face))

but i think the absolute BEST part of the night is when the two of you are side by side at the bathroom counter doing a Twelve Step Skincare Routine that leehan made himself

and you’re giggling the whole time bc he takes his skincare SERIOUSLY. (that one mf who don’t play about his skincare bye)

i think he’d be super attentive, but silently though

you’d never know he’s constantly keeping track of your reactions to certain things, your different routines, your food preferences, the types of clothes you like

Ok in theory it /sounds/ creepy but he just puts in the effort to observe the way you like to do things so he can help you whenever you need it

IMAGINE you’re running late & you can’t find your phone /again/ and you’re lowkey freaking out because you Need To Leave Now but leehan just steadies you and hands you your phone

and ur kind of in awe ??? i've been looking for this for ten minutes now... How Do you have this …?

he just shrugs and explains “you always leave it underneath the blanket when you make the bed so i figured it might be there again" and motions for you to hurry before you’re late

or maybe you’re feeling under the weather & you ask him to make you a hot drink to help soothe your throat and he comes back with a mug of tea made EXACTLY how you make it for yourself

you're pleasantly surprised upon taking your first sip because …you don’t recall ever telling him how you like your tea? 

then he's sitting there with stars in his eyes and saying “i made it properly, right? :3” (clearly very proud of himself bc he remembered how you like it)

doesn't seem like the type to be too extra when it comes to PDA. if anything, he prefers small and/or secret interactions in public (it feels more intimate if only you guys know what's happening)

head pats. that’s it. he thinks the way you literally melt whenever he pats your head is the most endearing thing ever, so he'll save it /specifically/ when you're out w/ a group of people because he loves seeing you so flustered afterwards

keeping a hand on the small of your back or resting his arm on the back of your chair when you're sitting next to each other

holding your hand in his under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze as the two of you continue to talk with the others at the table

at the end of the day... he just loves you so dearly & couldn't be happier knowing that he can call you his, and you can call him yours :,)

© lionhanie 2024 ; all rights reserved!

[ultram0th]

December 15: Nick Urankar

00 │ 01 │ 02 │ 03 │ 04 │ 05 │ 06 │ 07 │ 08 │ 09 │ 10 │ 11 │ 12 │ 13 │ 14 │ 15

Fitness entrepreneur Nick Urankar frowned as he examined himself in the mirror. From another’s perspective, the man’s body appeared to be blessed with plump muscle that he’d diligently worked hard for. His cut-off t-shirt showcased his chiseled abs, the fabric ending just below his impressive pectorals. Nick was a hunk, through and through.

Still, that beard-framed frown was ever-present as he studied his muscled form in the mirror.

The source of his annoyance was a stupid comment from some anonymous user on Instagram.

Nick was in the process of trying to gain new subscriptions to his fitness programs come New Years, which was when the fitness community would usually experience a boom in followers. He’s opted to go the family man route, which was something he’d often do in his regular posts.

Ultimately, Nick had decided to post a picture of himself shirtless, showing off his rock hard chest muscles with the caption: “New Dad Bod!”

It had worked initially, and Nick had seen a plethora of new subscriptions piling in at a rapid rate from dads who wanted to trim a little belly fat. However, there was one comment under the pic that had stuck out to Nick: “That’s NOT a dad bod! 👿”

It was a simple comment that should’ve been nothing at all, yet, Nick couldn’t deny the irritation that bubbled up in his gut over it. The influencer had tried his best to ignore it, but obviously since he was still thinking about it, it’d clearly annoyed him.

“‘Dad Bod’,” Nick snorted as he rolled his eyes, imagining the type of body that the anon must’ve been referring to: big belly and saggy pecs. That wasn’t the type of dad bod that Nick wanted to have, hence his bulky form.

The hunk finished up his night route before lying down, trying to force the odd comment out of his brain. As he lied down in bed, a strange tingling sensation broke out over the muscle dad’s body and he could hear the springs in the mattress groaning more than usual…

Nick’s morning alarm beeped, letting the influencer know that it was time to get up and get ready for his morning stream. The stud liked to post his Sunday morning workouts on his socials, which served to act as advertisements for his workout routines.

Nick threw the covers off of himself and sat up in bed, rubbing at his tired eyes. The man felt a lot more tired this morning, and he scratched at his belly absent-mindedly as he let out a loud belch. He stood up and began to waddle towards the bathroom, unaware of the jiggling feeling that was emanating from his torso as he moved. He entered the bathroom and turned on the light, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull at what he saw.

“Fuck!” Nick cried out as his eyes honed in on the massive belly that was attached to him.

Standing to the side, Nick bore a profile of someone who was not active in CrossFit, but who instead would often lounge on the couch and drink beer all day. His gut was massive! It protruded far out in front of him, and when he moved the slightest bit, Nick’s new big belly would jiggle and bounce incessantly, illustrating that it was mostly fat. Worse was that his chilled pecs had puffed out too and they sagged a little more than they should’ve, coming to rest atop the man’s new belly. 

As Nick poked and prodded his larger form, the stud noticed that the rest of his toned muscles looked puffy now. There was still some muscle evident on his frame, but they were all now covered by a thick layer of fat that obscured their contours. Even his face looked rounder, his cheek bones hidden by the new roundness quality.

Out of shock, Nick waddled over to the scale in his bathroom and stood on top of it. He inwardly winced as he had to look over his cresting gut in order to gawk at the red numbers on the scale: 301 lbs. A total gain of nearly eighty pounds of what seemed to be pure fat, with most of it on his gut.

In his shock, Nick couldn’t help but grab at his gut with both of his shaky hands, giving it a rough shake. He felt the blood drain from his face as his new belly jiggled like crazy, a far cry from his previously flat, chiseled abdominals.

“Now that’s a dad bod!” he heard his deep voice exclaim, almost proudly.

The influencer jerked back in surprise at his words, noticing for the first time that he’d been smirking during his entire inspection. His cocky grin bore a proud aura that only grew as the inflated man rubbed his new gut lovingly.

The inflated influencer felt his legs propel him forward on their own accord, moving as if they had a mind of their own. His beefier arms reached out and grabbed his phone, setting it up onto its tripod as he started to record.

The altered Nick felt humiliated as he saw his phone live recording him, showing his larger new dad bod on display for his thousands of followers to see. However, despite his inner panic, the hunk only continued to smile widely at the camera.

“Good morning everyone,” the beefy dad bodded man greeted his followers, rubbing his belly lovingly. “I thought that this would be a good time to give you all a check in on my hot dad bod.”

The stud felt himself continue to rub his bigger belly, making the rotund gut shake like a beach ball in front of him with every movement. Nick screamed on the inside, but was powerless to do anything besides show off his inflated, beefy form. His abs and muscles were completely shrouded by the thick fat that he was showing off, the cocky smile on his round face indicating that he loved every bit of it.

“This is what a real dad bod looks like,” Nick heard himself say, immediately thinking back tot he obscure comment that he’d read the other day. He looked down at his big belly and gave it another shake, knowing that the mysterious comment must’ve been behind his recent transformation.

The influencer with the big dad bod continued to show off his girthy frame, beyond humiliated, yet smiling widely the entire time.

[blackknight-kai]

wukong reminds me of that “hey babe your parcel arrived i think it’s that top you ordered” “oh show me it?” and then he sends a pic of himself wearing his partner’s shirt (that he is ruining and stretching it)

LMFAO YES! I love this type of wavelength XD! I hope you dont mind (if you do I can rework it!!! Just let me know🙏) but I’ll use my own AU for this because it fits so well with my modern Pro Fighter x Fem Writer Reader AU that I’ve been writing. This was a quick one so I hope it comes out okay!!!!

It would be at a time in the future AFTER the fic is over where they live together and Reader is on a little trip doing a few book signings in some big cities - Wukong had to stay home because he had some important Matches coming up that he couldnt take time off for.

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You’d had a fairly busy day signing your latest novel release for your fans. This was the 2nd city out of 4 you were visiting for this little campaign of yours and while you loved every second of it, you really miss your bed. And your monkey. So while you sit tiredly in the back seat of an Uber taking you back to your hotel your thoughts shift to your boyfriend.

With a little start you realize you had forgotten to text him back! He’d sent you a text earlier today but you had just started the signing and didn’t have time to respond. Quickly you open your phone and smile as you always do opening the message chain between the two of you.

Cheeky Monkey 🧡: Hey Peaches, I think the shirt you ordered arrived today

Followed by a little monkey sticker with its long arms in the shape of a heart. Fond warmth bubbles up inside you and you text him back.

You: Really? Took long enough! Send me a pic I wanna see it!

To your disappointment it goes unread even after you arrive at your hotel. With a little shrug you figure he’s probably finishing up training, it is about that time for him anyway. Setting your things down you pull out some pajamas and clean underwear deciding to take a quick shower before bed. Once done you climb into bed with your phone and laptop, there’s still no reply but the message has been read at least so hopefully he’s either on his way home to your shared apartment or just taking a shower of his own before replying.

To pass the time you start looking over your professional writing account on Instaglamour. Liking and resharing the pictures of you with fans that you had been tagged in and uploading a few of your own. It puts a smile on your face to know you’ve come so far from the struggling writer you used to be, now being blessed with having such a wonderful fan base.

You’re distracted though when your phone pings next to you and glancing at the name you grin widely your heart skipping a little beat like it always does at seeing Wukongs name on your screen.

Opening the message though is a whole other story.

Cheeky Monkey 🧡: image.307

Cheeky Monkey 🧡: I think it looks pretty, dont you?

Wukong had sent a selfie, he’s standing in front of your floor length mirror with a claw tipped hand resting on his cocked hip. His furry tail is curled up adorably behind him in his usual expression of ‘I’m being cheeky and I know it’. He’s grinning saucily at his phone and you cannot help but burst out into a loud full on belly laugh. The mischievous monkey is wearing your admittedly frilly peach colored shirt and his boxers. His fur is sticking up at odd angles and looks messy as it spills out over the collar and sleeve openings, showing he obviously struggled to get it on. The fur is extra soft and poofy looking as he’d obviously just gotten out of the shower and used the fully body blow dryer that most homes and apartments come with, apparently he hadn’t bothered brushing it. The poor shirt is stretched to max over his lithe but muscular chest, it looks like its ready to pop off his body honestly if he shifts just right, and you have to laugh at how his pecs are slightly pushed together making them look a little plumper than usual from the tight material.

He looks absolutely ridiculous and as much as you want to be mad at him for clearly ruining the shirt, you cant. It’s just too damn funny looking and your heart just finds his silly behavior endearing, you’ll definitely make him buy you a new one but for now as you cackle you send him little laughing emojis back.

It’s not even a minute later that he is video calling you and you immediately fall into another round of laughing as his pouting furry face comes into view and you see hes still wearing the too tight ruined shirt. Wukong scoffs and you can hear the clear offense in his voice as he demands you to tell him how pretty he is because you obviously dont appreciate him dressing up for you.

God you love your silly monkey.

[girlyhornywriter]

Encouraged to grow [Part 1]

You never thought of yourself as a feedee, or a gainer, or anything like that. You've always been a little bit on the softer side though, and when you started posting your nudes online, you were surprised by how many guys and girls liked the way your belly had a little roundness to it, and your thighs jiggled a little whenever you took a step. You weren't even chubby, you were just a little bit soft... But it was enough to get the attention of a whole community you didn't even know existed.

Posting nudes was too much fun for you to stop. Something about knowing random people on the internet are cumming over your pics pushes your buttons in just the right way. Maybe it's your submissive nature and your love of serving, or maybe it's all the nice comments you get. Either way, you were loving all of the attention you were getting whenever you'd post pics of yourself in nothing but a bra and panties. Even if some of the comments were a little odd, it didn't bother you. So what if some people were telling you how much they'd love to feed you and stuff you? They still thought you were adorable, and that was all you needed to hear.

Maybe indifference is a bit of a stretch to describe how you felt about those comments. There was definitely something more there. Curiosity? Excitement? You didn't really see the appeal of being stuffed so full of food that you struggle to stand up afterwards... But the thought of someone doing it TO you, and being proud of you for it, and wanting you to show it off, and calling you a good girl for it... That *did* sound pretty fun.

You ignored all those comments for a long time, but eventually, you just had to sate your curiosity. What kind of reaction would you get from those guys and girls if you played into their fantasies a little? You wouldn't do anything crazy. Just... An extra-large meal before you take your latest set of nudes. Let them see some extra bloating around your midriff, maybe they'll like it? It'd just be a little fun, a little teasing, and maybe they'll give you a little more praise for it.

The whole time you were eating, you were imagining the reactions you'd get from your audience. How they're going to call you a good girl, how proud they're going to be of you, how much they're going to beg you to do it again... You had this warm, excited feeling inside you the whole time you were eating, and somehow, you think it made your appetite even bigger. You'd already eaten the whole take-out meal you'd ordered, and you thought that'd already be too much for you to handle... But now you were sitting in front of your freezer, spooning out some ice-cream for dessert, your belly feeling so heavy and full and yet that warm, excited feeling just getting stronger and stronger. Your panties were getting damp with your pent-up excitement, and the ice-cream tasted even better than you remember it.

By the time you finished, you were so full that you didn't want to move from your place on the kitchen floor, with your back up against the freezer. Your gut was big and full in your lap, pushing over the waistband of your panties by at least an inch more than you were used to. Taking it in one hand, you started squeezing your bloated stomach, thinking about how much you'd stuffed it with, and feeling so proud of yourself. You took your latest pics right then and there, captioning them everything you'd eaten that night, and then dragged yourself to bed to sleep off your huge meal.

When you woke up the next morning, your phone was abuzz with notifications. Everywhere you'd posted your latest pics, there were dozens of comments from people who couldn't believe what they were seeing - you'd made a complete pig of yourself, and they were absolutely loving it. You stroked yourself as you read through their comments and DMs, your mind flooded with their praise, and feeling so proud of yourself. You're such a good girl, you're so obedient and happy to serve, you love being goon fuel, you...

...are a greedy, fat pig?

For some reason, those comments were the ones that pushed you over the edge and made you cum harder than you ever have before. The praise felt so good to read, knowing you've been so well-behaved and that your stuffing was appreciated... But the teasing? That was another level, you never thought you'd want to be called a gluttonous hog but now that you had a dozen insults like that flooding your inbox, you realised just how much it turned you on. They were right - you had been so greedy, you didn't need to have dessert, you just wanted to be so stuffed that you could barely stand up. And it had felt so good, hadn't it?

You eventually got up from bed, after spending an embarrassing amount of time in horny bliss, scrolling through your inbox and comments. You thought about weighing yourself, but dismissed the idea. You weren't going to gain a bunch of weight just because you'd stuffed yourself one time. Though you'd be lying if you said the thought of that number going up by a couple of pounds didn't make your panties bulge from your excitement... It was still a silly thought. Fantasies were fun, but the reality was that you weren't going to get fat just because you over-indulged once. It was just a new kink you didn't realise you had, but it wasn't going to affect your life. Maybe every now and then, you'd treat yourself like that, and get some more of that delicious teasing, but that's probably where it would end.

You pushed the thoughts out of your head and went to the kitchen to make breakfast, cleaning up the mess you'd left behind last night and feeling slightly ashamed of the number of empty food containers that ended up in the garbage. When you were finished, you got started on breakfast. Usually you were happy with cereal, but this morning, you decided to have something a little more substantial and made yourself an omelette. It didn't consciously register with you, but despite the huge meal you'd had the night before, reading all of those texts and comments had left you absolutely famished, and the omelette was only the beginning...

[justastraymoa]

Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 20 Finale

Masterlist

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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I was vibrating with excitement and nerves. I wasn't going on stage, but I would be in backstage videos and photos, so I did get mild hair and makeup. The outfit they put me in matched my boys perfectly.

I was sitting in a green room with my Omegas going to and fro around me. Doing their own things to get ready both mentally and physically. Stretching, warming up, snacking, resting, chatting, and joking around. I was flushed with joy and having a blast.

I snapped photos and little videos on my phone and tablet cameras. They weren't nearly as good as my usual, but I still wanted to document and remember this day. This first concert with my Omegas. How much fun we were having even while everyone worked so hard. It was worth documenting, even at lower quality than usual.

We all quieted down when there was a knock on the door. Like we wanted to keep our joy and chaos for ourselves. Even if there was a backstage talker camera going around.

"Oh great! Thank you so much!" I heard Chris exclaim happily to the person at the door. It's his Australian accent that catches my attention since most the crew were still Korean speaking.

HE clicked the door shut again, a plain brown handled shopping bag in his hand. His eyes searched for and found me and he baby step beelined for me. I was sitting on a chair, Ayen sitting between my legs. The odd walk caught several others attention.

Lino straightened. "Did it arrive?" Chan nodded. "Just in time!" Lino sounded as excited as Chan looked. I was even more confused.

"What came?" I asked. I didn't know anyone ordered anything. Was it a food delivery?

Chan handed me the bag. "We got you something. I wasn't sure if it would be done before the concert started." He looked a little nervous now as all eight of them stopped what they were doing to watch me open my surprise.

Giving them one last suspicious look, I peeked into the bag, only to gasp in absolute shock. Slowly, reverently, I reached inside and pulled out my previously broken camera.

She looked better than she had in years, and I took great pride in taking care of her. Brand new shiny casing, broken lens and buttons replaced and policed enough to sparkle. Even the strap, which had been wearing down in some spots was reweaved and stitched. I was in awe.

"This is far too much! How did you even find someone to fix this in just a day?" My hands shook as I smoothed my fingers over the camera in worship. This was beyond anything I ever dared to even think about hoping for.

"We all pitched in. And manager found the camera shop." Lino said.

"It was worth every penny just to see this look on your face." Minnie teased with a small, sweet smile on his lips.

"We know how much the camera means to you. How much photography means." Ayen started, patting my thigh. He was twisted oddly in order to watch me. And you are so good at it. Honestly, your work is better than some of the big-name photographers to have worked with.

I half smiled at him. "Hardly but thank you. Thank you all so much." I bit my lip to keep from tearing up. "I am so glad I became your Alpha. Even if I was terrified through most of our journey so far."

"There is a catch to this gift, though." Felix announced.

"What's that?"

"You have to take our social media photos for the tour. We have a higher standard now that we have posted your photos." Hyunjin answered.

I huffed out a laugh, eyes tearing up, and nodded with a wobbly smile. "Of course. I'll be glad to." I whispered wetly.

"And y/n?" Han prompted.

I hummed in question, waiting for his answer expectantly.

"We are really glad you're our Alpha too. Our Unwilling Alpha. Perfect in every way." Bin answered.

~Fin~

A/N: Originally, I had the intention of writing the entire concert of their first stop on the mini tour. However, this organically came out, and it just felt like the ending as I was writing it. And I'm all for listening to my writing. It sometimes knows more than I do. So, it's short, but it feels like a natural ending to me, and hopefully to you too.

Thank you for riding this roller coaster with me, and I really hope you enjoyed this short little goofy take on A/B/O dynamics.

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[skitskatdacat63]

Womanizer to Womanized 🙏

I know it would literally never happen, but whenever the speculation of who the next James Bond will be comes up, I can only think about how I would sell my soul to get a butch lesbian James Bond 😣

[izasbjdphoto]

A Breakdown of my New Impldoll 1/4 Plump Body (with a MNF Alicia head)

So I've had this body since April, as I ordered right at the release of the Impldoll 1/4 Plump body in real skin back in January/February 2024 to make use of the event to get extra hands and feet. I also got the Susu head, but I split it off with @poupeesdecirque (who made an amazing modded hybrid out of it) as I didn't need it.

I had intended at first to hybrid my DiM Gayane on the body, but then I realized that despite all the annoyance I had with her default body, I didn't see her as super curvy... So I decided to put my Fairyland MNF Alicia on it.

Here she is once I got her a dress. There is nothing slim about this body, so don't even bother getting her slim mini clothes, they will not fit. The dress is intended for Iplehouse JID girls with the glamour bust (my girl has the large bust), but I do think she can share shoes with MNFs from what I've noticed, as mine is wearing her old MNF sized shoes easily.

I'm gonna post the nude doll body pics under the read more cut:

Let's take a brief look at the body upon opening it. Look, no flat butt!! I gotta say, the level of detail on this body is insane. Like the detailing along the areola and the finger knuckles are beautifully done.

The one thing I am a little confused on is that her groin lacks all definition. It's just an odd choice with such a body, as she has even defined knuckles on her toes, but they haven't put anything there for girl dolls since the SGB Star Body, that one didn't have any crotch detailing.

Oh well, not much I can do about that other than mod it myself. But since my girl doesn't go commando, I don't care enough to add the detailing myself.

Now let's compare the Fairyland MNF A-Line girl body to the Impldoll 1/4 plump body. The Impldoll body is a good bit taller and thicker!

I took off the S-Hook and put a 3D Printed neck key on it as the neck would be way too short with just a washer. MNFs have really thick necks on top, so there is gapping, but it's no noticeable one the wig is on. Let's get a good turnaround view:

In the side and back view the gapping his more noticeable, but she stands solid. I did wire her arms legs as she liked to kick herself, but now she is great.

Impldoll even sent her with some coated wire to install as the owner. I used aluminum wire from my own stock as the Impldoll one was a titch too weak and thin to hold up against the elastic.

She sits easily on her legs, and can easily sit with her knees raised to her chest. The engineering is really nice on this aesthetic body, and Impldoll provides a lot of colors to choose from.

But do keep in mind any non "standard" colors (color matching and darker resins) there will be a good several month delay in getting your order. They mentioned this on their Instagram recently as people got worried about waiting 6+ months for dolls that others received within 3 or less months (I ordered a standard color, so it was fast).

I'll end the post with a small resin comparison. I have many other normal skins I can compare, to Impldoll real skin, such as DV normal pink and normal (yellow toned), 2D Doll normal yellow, DFA normal pink, TD Doll normal pink, etc... so just let me know if you want a resin comparison and I will do so.

Thanks for looking!

[aoioozora]

Simon.

Part 5

Chapters Masterlist

Character: Simon Riley / Ghost Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au

Note: Enjoy Simon being a gentleman in this part 😉. I can't find a nice pic to post here so maybe I'll skip that. Anyway, just wanted to let y'all know that in this fic, reader is 25 years old and Simon is 28.

“I hate to sail on this rotten tub, leave her Johnny, leave- oi, ye cannae be serious. Take off that mask!”

Johnny's singing was interrupted by Simon, who was just entering his living room, dressed and ready to leave to meet ____. He looked at the agitated Johnny, who was now sitting up straight on the couch. 

“What d'you mean?” Simon asked, pretending not to have understood or heard his friend. 

“The maaask. Take it off,” Johnny ordered, gesticulating wildly, “Why'd ye want tae wear it if ye showed yer face to her already?”

Simon rolled his eyes, now taking off the mask, making Johnny smile. He settled back on the couch comfortably. “That's more like it. Oh, also… Catch.” Johnny stuffed his hand in his pocket and threw something at Simon, which he caught. 

It was a condom. 

“Johnny! I don't fucking need this!” Simon roared, throwing back the contraceptive, which hit his friend in the face and fell on his lap. 

“Ye don't? So yer gonna rrrrrawdog her then, are ye, ye animal?” Johnny smirked, clearly trying to annoy Simon, especially by rolling his r's more than usual.

“Johnny…” Simon's voice lowered to a threatening growl. 

The room thundered with Johnny's laughter; having known Simon too long, he wasn't threatened by him, but he relented regardless, not wanting him to be in a bad mood before meeting his crush. “Okay, okay, if ye have nae use for a condom, I have something better for ye.” He beckoned his friend to sit with him on the couch. 

“This better be good.” Simon narrowed his eyes, noting a mischievous glint in his best friend's eyes as he sat down. 

“She's an author, yeah? Those book lassies will love this. I'll tell ye.” 

In the meantime, Simon's crush found herself in front of her mirror getting dolled up by her best friend, Lindsey, who turned the bathroom into a university lecture hall. 

“Tell you what, babe,” said she as she very lightly brushed some blush on her friend's cheeks, “Boys will never make the first move, yeah? So you have to openly flirt with them, right? You literally have to hold up a sign at them telling them you're interested.” 

____ tried to chuckle, but Lindsey lightly slapped her shoulder. “Don't move yet,” she ordered, throwing her long, curly red hair over her shoulder. 

Lindsey finished up the simple, natural looking makeup look and spritzed some setting spray on her friend's face. ____ still didn't dare move, because Lindsey was checking for any mistakes, scanning with her big green eyes. A bit of an odd thing to do, especially after putting the setting spray. 

“Lovely!” she exclaimed, slamming down the can of setting spray on the bathroom counter, “Now you can move.” 

While ____ admired herself and Lindsey's makeup skills in the mirror, Lindsey watched, her smile slowly disappearing; her shoulders slumped slightly as she moved behind her friend, giving her a worried look in the mirror. 

“What's wrong, Linny?” she asked, noticing the look. 

“This Simon guy… Is he really good?” Lindsey whispered, lightly squeezing the other's shoulders while glancing at the phone on the bathroom counter. “He's not like the other guy, right?” 

____’s brows furrowed slightly. She placed her hand over Lindsey's and squeezed it. “Don't worry, Simon's nice, and we're actually a lot closer in age, if that's what worries you.” 

Lindsey was relieved about the smaller age gap, but didn't look completely convinced. She said, “He's nice so far. You do know that a crush is a lack of information, right?” 

The only infuriating thing about Lindsey was how she could get a little too realistic. 

____ sighed. “Linny, that's the whole reason why I'm going to hang out with him: to find out if he's better than nice.”

Lindsey huffed, but nodded anyway. “Okay, but if anything happens, you know who to call.” 

“You worry too much.” 

“Because you're literally so hopeless when it comes to men.” Lindsey let out a chuckle as she lovingly wrapped her arms around her friend's neck and gave her a back hug. ____ leaned into it, grateful for the concern of her ever worrying friend. 

It was soon time to leave. The two ladies headed downstairs to the entrance of the building, where ____ was to wait for Simon to pick her up. Since Lindsey had other plans, she couldn't wait with her friend, and had to go. 

And so did ____ wait by herself, watching the cars go by on the glistening, wet streets. The night air was cold from an earlier rain, and the jacket in her hands seemed to be calling her to wear it and feel warm. 

“I hope he won't find it weird if I wear his jacket,” she thought as she put the garment on after much mental debate. The warmth immediately silenced her thoughts, and she just decided to enjoy it while it lasted. 

Before long, Simon pulled up to the entrance, but the pillion was occupied by an unfamiliar man with a cheeky smile and a short, dark brown mohawk. As he got off, he whispered something to Simon and then turned around. The man grinned at the waiting lady and then walked off. She, confused, returned the gesture with a little smile of her own and then walked up to Simon. 

“Who was that?” she asked as soon as she was near the motorcycle. 

“Don't mind him. He's my friend, Johnny. I had to drop him off around here since he had some stuff to do, so…” he shrugged. “Were you waiting long?” 

She smiled. “Not at all. I came out just five minutes ago.” 

“Brilliant,” he said with a nod and then took notice of her outfit. “You're wearing my jacket,” he observed, sounding amused. 

She noticed his cheeks going up from behind his mask; a smile. “Uh, yeah,” she answered, blushing a little, “I'm sorry, I felt a little cold so I put it on.” 

“No worries.” His voice mellowed as he stared at her, taking in the sight of her in his jacket, “Keep it on. You look good in it.” 

“Thanks,” she grinned, now taking hold of his shoulder as she got up on the pillion. 

Johnny was in the distance, watching the two with wide smiles. He even managed to secretly snap a few photos of them as they talked so that he could tease Simon with it later. 

“Hey you! Delete that picture right now!” a high pitched voice ordered behind Johnny, making him flinch in surprise. 

He immediately turned around, but saw nobody. But when he looked down, he saw a little lady in front of him, arms crossed and staring at him with furrowed brows. 

Johnny, for a moment, was taken in by her beauty. Her pale face was dotted with red freckles, more intense on her cheeks, and her hair was a deep red like the color of the setting sun, loosely coiled like curled satin ribbons. Her flashing eyes were a light green, the color of grass reflecting evening sunlight.

It took a moment for him to regain himself, and when he did, he cleared his throat, saying, “Lassie, that's my friend there,” he answered, pointing to Simon, “I'm gonna tease him with this photo. I'm no’ gonna delete it.” 

“And that girl with him is my friend,” she declared, “And I don't really trust that guy she's going out with today.” 

Johnny wasn't sure what prompted her to say that, but his eyebrows rose with intrigue anyway.

“Small world,” he remarked and then put forward a proposal with a wide grin, “Tell ye wit, wee lassie, we can dae something together. Let's both stalk them. Ye get to see my lad Simon in a good light, and I get to take some candids of them, yeah? Wit dae ye think?” He opened both his hands out to her and batted his eyelids, hoping she would accept. 

“No!” she exclaimed, crossing her arms, “It's not good to stalk.” 

Johnny groaned. “But dinnae ye want tae see if Simon is good for yer best friend? This is a win-win situation! I can show ye all his good points!” 

“You're only saying that because you're his friend,” she challenged. 

“No, no, listen here lassie,” he waved his hand, now meeting her eye, “I've known Simon since we were wee lads. I know everything about him, and I can assure ye that he's good. Let him have a chance, won't ye?”

The little lady paused. Was she going to trust him? While she wanted her friend to be happy, she didn't want to sabotage her friend's chances with her crush because of her incessant worrying. 

Johnny could see her mental debate and smirked at how funny her thoughtful face looked; it was a sneer with furrowed brows, while her fingers tapped over her crossed arms. She eventually relented. 

“Perfect! Now we go stalk them.” He held out his hand to her. “By the way, I'm John, or Johnny.”

She cautiously took his hand and shook it, answering, “Lindsey.” 

Simon and ____ already reached the restaurant they decided to have dinner in. He led her to a quieter part of the establishment where they could chat in peace, and just as she was about to pull out her chair to sit, he held out his hand to stop her. 

“Allow me,” he smiled and pulled out the chair for her. 

Her face glowed with joy and excitement at this display of chivalry as she sat down. Her reaction made him smirk to himself, mentally thanking Johnny for this important tip. 

“You're such a gentleman,” she praised, smiling widely as she watched him take his seat opposite to her, “I know we're in the age of the strong, independent woman, but wow, it's actually really nice to be treated like this.”

Her blushes were encouragement enough, and he smiled. 

“Thank you, I try,” he bragged. “Do you normally like this sort of thing? Or do you like it from me?” he asked with a chuckle, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. 

She laughed, not yet willing to admit that she liked it especially from him. She answered, “I like it generally. It’s just nice to know that someone is thoughtful enough to do a gesture like that, you know? Even though it was the standard back in the day.”

Simon took mental note of that. 

Any further conversation was interrupted when a waiter brought them two menus and glasses of water. While the two pored over the laminated card to decide what to get, the lady was momentarily distracted by the sight of the man in front of her. 

He wore a black button up shirt, the sleeves of which were rolled up his thick forearm, the rest of it tightening around his flexed biceps; the unbuttoned collar displayed his neck and a metal chain underneath, which made her wonder what was dangling at the end of it. He wore blue chinos, and black sneakers. It was the best casual outfit he could put together with Johnny's help. 

The outfit, in addition to his handsome, unobscured face was a treat to sore eyes. She couldn't help but allow her eye to linger on the curious scar on his cheek, and to wonder about the cause of it. 

Simon noticed her gaze and he met her eyes with a cheeky smile. “You're staring,” he told her. 

One corner of her lip tugged upwards in a sheepish smirk. “I was just thinking your outfit looks really nice.” 

“Thank you, I try,” he echoed his earlier line with a smirk and a proud shrug, but really, he would've been hopeless without Johnny giving him such meticulous advice on the basic rules of dressing well. “You look nice too,” he decided to turn the tables on her, “Especially wearing that.” He pointed at his jacket that she was still wearing. 

She blushed at that. “I can't take it off. It's nice and toasty in here.” 

“I don't mind you wearing it for the rest of the evening, so long as you give it back later. It's my favourite.” 

She grinned. “I'll take good care of it.” 

The waiter came by again, and the two placed an order for a 12 inch pizza to share and some drinks.

Small talk was made, until it led to the topic of her novel. 

“I only just finished reading Firefly Trails a couple days ago and I must say that you're a brilliant author,” Simon praised, “I could not have expected a plot twist when Adelheid was betrayed by Elystran just to get a hold of the magical fireflies.”

The lady snorted proudly and jokingly patted herself on the back. “You can count on me to make a good plot twist.” 

“No, but seriously. I really didn't see it coming,” Simon leaned forward slightly with eagerness twinkling in his dark eyes, “You see a friend betraying someone all the time in the media, yeah? But this one was so unexpected, especially when Elystran stole the bottle of captive fireflies from Adelheid. It's really awful how he had no remorse in potentially letting her die without a cure for her disease, just so he could save the kingdom he was going to rule. He was a very convincing actor.”

She found herself gazing at him as he went on with his long winded speech about Elystran, the anti-hero of her novel, who pretended to be Adelheid's close ally. It was heartwarming to her to see his enthusiasm for her work, but she also wondered if he resonated with Elystran in some way. 

Simon's pale face was a little pink with exertion after the speech and he finally sat back, tugging at his collar and flapping his shirt. “A bit hot in here, innit?” he asked. 

“The air con is working just fine. I think it's because of your passionate speech that you're feeling so hot,” she said with a grin. 

Simon's pink face turned a hint more pink at the observation. He was usually reserved with people he knew a little less, but he hadn't realised how passionate and talkative he had gotten about a fictional character. He could attest this to the fact that she wrote so well as to stir his normally taciturn feelings. Art never stirred his soul, but if hers did, he was damned. 

He nodded, admitting, “Well, it was because you write so well. Anyone who doesn't talk so passionately about it is missing a few bolts.”

The high regard in the compliment made her giggle. She rested her chin on her hand and looked teasingly at him, saying, “So, you told me that you're getting more into reading thanks to Firefly Trails.” 

“I never wanted to be a reader, but it's all your fault now that you're turning me into one.” Simon unconsciously mirrored her as he smirked, returning her look with his playful sarcasm.

“I'm honored,” she grinned at him, “Do you want recommendations for more books?” 

Simon pulled out his phone and opened the notes app. He handed the phone to her. “Fill my cup, darling.”

A wide smile graced her face as she excitedly snatched the phone and started typing away her list of recommended books. Simon watched her with wonder, smiling at her enthusiasm. He was truly interested in reading now, thanks to her, and to see her so excited about suggesting him more made him feel loved, in a way. 

And the love of a woman was truly something different, even if it was just platonic. 

He sighed as he stared at her, at how focused she was on typing out the list. When he thought of it, he couldn't really remember if he had a normal friendship with anyone of the opposite sex before, all thanks to his unhappy, troubled youth. 

“By the way, Simon,” she called, now lifting her eyes from his phone, only to be met with his thoughtful thousand yard stare directed at her.

“Simonnnn, can you hear me?” she called again, snapping a finger in his face. 

“Huh?” he blinked. “Oh, fuck. Sorry, I was just thinking of something.” 

“It's alright,” she smiled, wondering what his stare meant. She asked, “I was wondering why you call me darling and love so often.” 

His eyes rolled off elsewhere as he tried to think of an answer that wouldn't give away what he felt for her. “Well,” he began, voice quivering slightly, “It's just something I call the women in my life, yeah? Female friends and maybe family members. I think it’s also a British thing.” He shrugged. 

It was only the partial truth. 

“Hmm. I see,” she nodded, her eyes still glued to the phone. As she moved her hand to get a sip of the water, her finger accidentally swiped to the home screen of his phone, and she couldn't figure out where to go back to the notes app. The little mishap allowed her to take notice of his phone background, which was a closeup photo of a German Shepherd looking directly at the camera with its large, inquisitive eyes. She gave him his phone back, asking him to help her get back to the notes app. 

“I just happened to see your home screen. Is that dog yours?” she asked as he gave the phone back to her, now displaying the notes app. 

“My uncle's.”

“He's beautiful. What's his name?” she questioned, now getting back to typing out the book list. 

“It's a female. Her name’s Riley.”

“Riley! Like your surname?” 

“Yeah. I found her starved and thrown in a dumpster as a puppy, and I called my uncle to help me get her out. He adopted her and named her after me,” he said with a chuckle. 

She smiled as she finished typing out the list and handed the phone back to him. “That's really nice, and really strange too, because my ex has a female German Shepherd named Riley too.”

Simon raised a brow as he took the phone and glanced at the list before keeping the device aside. “Chalk that off as a coincidence. I guess many people have German Shepherds named Riley. The name is quite common… I think,” he said. But the mention of the ex intrigued him. “You mentioned your ex. So, you've dated before, then?” he asked directly but casually, hoping he wasn't being too nosy. 

She shrugged. “Yeah, one guy.” 

“What happened with your ex, if you don't mind me asking?”

He saw that she stiffened slightly and looked away for a moment, clearly looking uncomfortable. He was so close to backing off when she answered him, “Well…” she paused to suck in a sharp breath through her teeth, “He was an older guy, and I happened to keep bumping into him at my local grocery store.”

He raised a brow, first of all at the fact that she dated someone older, and second of all, she met him at the grocery store, the least romantic place to find a boyfriend. But he didn't say anything and listened anyway. 

“The first time we met, he mistook me for an employee and asked me where he could find the dog food,” she chuckled, “He was new to the area and didn't know where to find it in the grocery store, and I was also wearing something similar to the uniform of the store employees.”

“So you two hit it off then?” 

“Yeah, after that, we'd have small talk, and he was actually quite charming. He asked me out on a date, we liked each other, and then we dated for two months.”

“Hm, that's not very long, innit?” he murmured, “How old were both of you?” 

“I was nineteen and he was thirty-five.” 

“Holy fuck,” his eyes widened slightly, “Nineteen? That's really young.” He then paused to count, “And you guys had a sixteen year age gap.”

Her cheeks warmed with embarrassment. “Yeah, I know, it's crazy.” 

“You prefer older blokes then?” asked Simon, fiddling with his fingers as he leaned forward on the table, hoping she would refute it. 

“Well no, but I was…” she sighed, “I was trying to figure out what sort of man I liked.” 

“And your first choice was an older man,” he thought to himself, but didn't say it out loud. “Wasn't that potentially dangerous though? Sure, you weren't a minor, but you were still young.” 

She sighed again, but heavier this time. “Yeah, it kind of messed me up a little.” 

“It did? How?” 

She told him about how he could get a little demanding when it came to spending time with him, as she was a budding author at the time, and was busy with writing a good piece that was worth publishing. 

“Of course, even though I was busy, I tried my best to spend time with him. But he just wasn't satisfied. And since I lived at the dorm in uni, I had a curfew, but he would disregard it completely and beg me to stay and spend the night with him, when I wasn't comfortable with it yet. Thanks to that, just being around him ramped up my anxiety, and our relationship that was once enjoyable wasn't anymore.”

Simon felt tempted to ask if she had done anything intimate with her ex, but bit back, not wanting to come off as rude and intrusive. He listened with narrowed eyes and keen earnestness. “And so you broke up then?” he asked. 

“Yeah, and it surprisingly went well. Both of us mutually agreed that the relationship wouldn't work out, and we parted ways.” She paused for a long time and Simon didn't break her spell of silence, sensing a struggle in her to say the next words. She finally continued, “I thought that that was the end of it, but lately he's been calling me again, asking me if we could get back together.” 

Simon raised a brow again. “What? How daft is he? He has no shame groveling back to you.”

“Yeah… I spoke to him once to clearly tell him I wasn't interested anymore, but I don't think he understands.” 

As if on cue, her phone started ringing. When she checked who was calling, she recognized the unsaved number immediately, having seen it several times. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, feeling the same old anxious feeling rise from her chest to constrict her throat. “It's him,” she said, her voice quivering. 

Simon held out his hand. “I'll speak to him.” 

“Are you sure?” she asked frantically. 

“I'm sure. Give it here before he cuts it,” he urged. 

She hastily placed the ringing phone in his hand and he immediately picked it up. 

“Hello, mate. ____’s boyfriend here. What do you want with my missus?” he asked calmly. 

There was a brief silence. 

“Simon?” asked the deep, rumbling, yet gentle voice on the other side. 

The colour drained from Simon's face as he recognized the voice he knew and loved. 

“Uncle John?” 

Plot twist?

End of Part 5.

Part 6

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I'm making a taglist btw. Leave a comment if you want to be included!

[nmoroder]

Ok so remember how i talked about that modern meurcliff AU where Meursault is the bartender swinging around a stool right? Here's more.

A couple of words for context: so Meursault is indeed the bartender and Ishmael is his superior and the bar's owner and also the cook in said bar. Like, you can not only order drinks but also some snacks along with it with the exception of sea food - the only ones you can get are those you don't need to cook, like dried squid and that sorta stuff (even though she's at odds with those too but tolerates them). She's also infinitely lonely and traumatized by her past experience as she lost a lot of friends and colleagues when the ship she worked at sank, leaving little survivors behind.

Sometimes she asks Meursault to sing something for her and he obeys. There's a piano in the bar and he sometimes also plays for guests but most of them note how soulless his music may sound even though he's just rehearsing what he learned. For Ishmael though, it's a refreshing thing like putting your head in the freezer and trying to calm your thoughts because they're not going anywhere simply because music feels sobering. So she does sometimes go out of her usual detachment like the first pic shows.

Of Ryoshu and Greg there's not much to say now (the AU's pretty new haha its like a draft yet) but they're basically the tattoo master plus florist pair. Not romantically though, they're pals but their shops are still next to each other. Usually their interaction is to borrow sigarettes from each other at the end of the day, but on a serious note Gregor's getting a tattoo removed at her shop - something from his good hand, a tattoo that was forced onto him in unknown circumstances but Ryoshu doesn't ask and just does what she can as a master. The first thing she suggested though was to get rid of that arm and get the second bionic one but Greg politely refused. Ryoshu by the way despite being a tattoo master has no tattoos yet - she's still in search of a perfect art piece that she can engrave upon her own skin.

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Men with Stuffed Animals

Requested: No

Warnings: Surprisingly no for once!

A/N: Big buff men with the soft plushies they deserve. Also, not an X Reader (Sorry)

Ghost

Ghost owns a singular plushie that, for some reason, just sits comfortably on a pillow beside his head. He doesn’t hug it, squeeze it, or generally show it any kind of love except for making sure it’s constantly in the same position and never falls on the floor. Sometimes he’ll get sentimental enough that he’ll tuck it in, thinking himself ridiculous the whole time. It was a gift from Tommy’s kid some odd years ago because the kid saw it in the store and had to get it for him cause “it matches your mask, Uncle Si!”

Soap

Soap seems like the type of guy to be really into Squishmallows and the like. Not a huge collection but he won’t deny himself the opportunity to buy one or two every once and a while if he finds some he finds particularly cute. That being said, he does have a favorite plushie that he cuddles up with when he’s watching a movie or tv show and it’s the most unrealistic dinosaur plushie and it’s chubby as hell and he loves it and has named it Bunty.

König

König has a great fondness for plushies but not any confidence to actually order any. He has one though! A little palm sized mouse that he keeps on him at all times, calling it his pocket plushie. He’s constantly fiddling with it when he’s anxious or nervous or upset so it’s soft fur has worn down a bit but he loves it all the same and wouldn’t trade it for another plushie if his life depended on it.

Alejandro

Listen. I know IN MY SOUL that this man has had approximately ONE plushie that he has ever cared for in his entire life and it is the most crusty, beat up, love filled thing you have ever seen in your entire life and it’s like one hug away from being just a string. This man has had this plushie since the day he was born and he ain’t never letting it go. Anyone who says anything about it gets kicked to the curb. It’s probably a dog and since I can’t find a good quality pic of the kind of nasty ass, over hugged, washed maybe thrice in his entire lifetime, plushie that I imagine when I think of Alejandro, have this random puppy plushie that I saw and thought he might like.

[ihavethedreamies]

Rough Love | Easy to Expert (3 v4) [NSFW]

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Han Jisung (Han) - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~3.2k

Dom!Han/Switch!Felix/Sub!Reader (AFAB)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Kinda Fluff

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Multiple Partners, Slight M/M (Kiss), Oral (M! and F! Receiving/Anal), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It)

Author's Note: Um…yeah this spiraled out of control. I am writing these in…descending/devolving order so the further I go the more intense these will get…so its only up (or down depending on how you see it) from here.

Edit (8/25/24): I changed the text/chat pictures to just text.

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"Your favorite color is red, right?" Felix asks out of nowhere. Jisung looks over at him, then back to the screen. An odd thing to ask while gaming…He’s now curious and pauses the game, setting the controller down.

"Why?"

"It is right?" Felix asks again and Jisung nods, suspicious. Felix hums and types something into his phone that lays on the couch out of view of the other.

"Why?" He reiterates.

"I needs to tell (Y/N) what color to gets." Is all Felix says.

"Why?" Jisung repeats. Felix is asking casually…too casually. When Felix doesn’t answer, Jisung lunges over him to grab his phone and the other guy yells in protest, trying to wrestle him away. Unfortunately for your boyfriend, Jisung is stronger and manages to get away with the phone. Felix flops onto the couch, glaring at the other as he scrolls through the phone.

☀️: They have animals, but I don't think anyone anywhere makes a Quokka set. 🐤: Is there like a chipmunk or a squirrel? ☀️: No... There’s a set of mouse ears but they go with a Minnie Mouse set. 🐤: What do they have? ☀️: Fox, Dog, Cat, Rabbit, Horse, Cow... 🐤: Seriously, they have a cow set? 🐤: Okay. Do they have anything normal there or do you have to go to a different store? ☀️: No I can find something here...

Jisung scowls at the conversation and keeps reading.

☀️: No I can find something here... ☀️: What's his favorite color? 🐤: Red

Three little dots bounce as you type, and he waits nervously for what you might be saying.

🐤: Red ☀️: Red is popular. There’s silk, lace, fishnet, leather...

What? Jisung is starting to put pieces together but is still confused. It doesn’t make sense.

"What the fuck is this?" Jisung holds Felix's phone up to him and your boyfriend scrambles off the couch to grab the device. He looks at your newest message.

~

You’re looking over the choices, feeling the different materials of the different sets. You glance back at your phone, the dots popping up to show Felix is typing.

🐤: Pictures?

You huff and sneak a pic of the display. Luckily the store is sorted by color, so the whole display is just lingerie sets in red.

~

"What is happening?" Jisung mumbles and opens his mouth to shout, and Felix waves his hand to calls him over. He does so hesitantly, and your boyfriend shows him the picture you sent. His face blossoms red, and he gapes.

"W-what?"

"Which do you like, on her?" Felix asks and his friend flinches back.

"What, why?"

"She picked you for a threesome." Felix shrugs. He isn’t dumb, he knows his friend will most likely agree. On the off chance he doesn’t, Felix can pick instead.

"A threesome!?" Jisung nearly screams and the other man shushes him.

"Yeah. You in?"

"WHAT!?" The other man is trying to wrap his head around what is happening.

"You. In?"

"OF COURSE. Give me the phone!" Jisung shouts and yoinks the device from Felix, looking at the picture.

"Tell her to get the one on the top rack, second to last." He shoves the phone back to his friend who laughs and relays the message.

🐤: Pictures? ☀️: Attachment Loading 🔄 ☀️: Attachment Sent 🔗 🐤: ✅ 🐤: He's in 🐤: Get the one with the black

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You look at your phone and smile, feeling giddy. Unfortunately for you though you can’t reach the one he picked so you have to signal to an employee. She stands on her tips toes and gets it down for you and you hold it up to make sure it’s the right size.

"You need to try it on?" The worker asks and you shake your head.

"No, I've gotten this brand, so I know it’s right." You hook the hanger on your arm and go to look at the thigh-highs and garters. You look at the tag and it gives you the set number and you pick out the matching accessories.

"Your man sure is lucky." The worker coos as you put the items on the counter to pay. You pull out the card from your bag, it actually has Felix's name on it.

"Oh, he gave you his card?" She teases and you shake your head.

"Just for this. He's getting his friend to pay him back after." You realize what you let slip but try to play it off.

"His friend, hm?" She just smirks, not pressing and you’re grateful. You leave the establishment and start back to your apartment. By the time you get home and have gotten all ready, the boys should be arriving.

True to your estimate, as you’re straightening the thigh-highs you have on, the door dings as Felix keys in the code.

"You were all ready for this before I agreed?" You hear Jisung as they walk in.

"I knows you would." You can hear Felix too and know he shrugs with his statement. You adjust your headband; it’s round black ears with red ribbons. Closest you could get to a Quokka. The actual lingerie is a red bra with black frills and the panties are crotchless, also with black frills. The thigh highs are black tight fishnet with red bows hiding the little lines of rubber that holds them up. Your nails are painted every other, red and black, to match. Felix told you to wear the red liquid lipstick he got, but you’re worried about getting it off since it’s advertised to last 48 hours. A little ridiculous, who would need it on that long? The final touch is the butt plug you have to slide in yourself. There wasn’t a matching tail to go with your set to add to the silicone plug, so you just got a simple black tail similar to a cat's. The only piece you already had is the black silk choker Felix got you some time back, a tag hanging off of it with his name on it. They’re both giddy to see you all dressed up, Jisung even more so. He’s still buzzing with the thrill of learning his friend's girlfriend wants to fuck him too. For some reason, it makes it even better that Felix is involved too. That’s something to think about later.

"Love?"

"Ready!" you call back and bounce a bit on your toes, waiting for them both to come in. You’re a bit shocked when Jisung comes in first, expecting Felix to lead the way.

"Fuck, sweetheart~" He groans. He still has his coat on even, and he very quickly sheds it, throwing it to the ground. He’s…eager, to say the least. Every item of clothing he removes he does so aggressively. You’re too busy watching him to see Felix come in behind him. He sneaks past him against the wall and his fingers brush over your lower back as he passes, heading to the nightstand. The original plan was for you to start by helping Jisung undress, but he’s moving fast. He unties his scarf, nearly choking himself in the process of taking it off. A button pops off his shirt as he nearly rips it open, and your mouth waters when he gets his tank top off as well. His tiny little waist and broad shoulders matched with his muscular arms and defined veins are delicious. He looks so good; you made a good choice.

"J-Ji-" You try to slow him down, coming forward to lay your hands on him. When you get close enough, he pulls you to him and you yelp. Your bare stomach presses to his, and you can feel his hard cock straining against his jeans. Before you can say another word, his lips sealed over yours, swallowing your squeak. Felix don’t say anything, or move to stop him, so you relax. His hands wander your form, and he groans as his hand rubs over your butt, and lightly tugs at the tail of your plug. You squeak again and stumble, resting your hands on the waist band of his pants to steady yourself.

"Slow down, Ji." Felix comes up behind you and you pull back, gasping for breath and Jisung stares you down. His eyes are practically on fire, and you jump, startled when Felix's cold hands come to rest on your waist above where Jisung is fondling the flesh of your butt. Your boyfriend starts to kiss along the side of your neck and over your shoulder. You whimper, trying to tilt your head to allow him better access, but the other man descends to the other side and lays searing kisses there himself. Jisung's are rougher and he nibbles and sucks, Felix is licking your skin more.

"Felix? The rules?" You prompt and he grunts, grinding his own hard on into the cleft of your ass, pressing against the plug. You huff and Jisung's hands move from your butt, one going to the back of your head, pulling you back into a kiss. You feel his arm brush your side, and he hooks his finger into the belt loop of Felix's jeans and pulls him to grind into you again. As Jisung wrestled his tongue with yours, Felix's hand buries under your panties and strokes two fingers through your slick folds. The speed and intensity are already making your head swim, you have to steady yourself again with your hand on Jisung's chest. You whine when he pulls away and he lets you go, stepping back so he can remove his pants. Your hand goes behind you to palm Felix's bulge as he fucks two of his fingers into you, pressing against your back wall to nudge the plug. Your focus goes back to the other man as his pants fall and he smirks as you watch intently. His fingers slowly hook in the waist band of his tight black boxer briefs, pulls it up and over the tip of himself and let the garment fall. You nearly gasp. He’s the same length as your boyfriend, but thicker. Your mouth waters and your cunt clenches around Felix's fingers. He smirks against your neck and as he removes his digits, he swirls them around your clit.

"Go." He lightly smacks your butt, and you scurry forward to kneel before Jisung. You marvel at his dick; he’s so pretty in so many ways. As you reach to wrap your hand around him, he notices Felix fiddling with his phone and you yipe when the toy flares to life, buzzing inside you. Felix still has not stated the rules, and you think he might have mentioned them earlier to Jisung. Though, since the other man immediately shoved his tongue in your mouth, you aren’t sure.

"Don't worry, love. I won't let him do anything you don't like." Felix assures and you nod back at him, looking up at Jisung nervously. You know the two are close, but there’s something else flittering in the air. You’re used to cute, soft little Jisung, a sweet smiling Quokka. This is almost a different man; there’s a dark blaze in his eyes and an extremely cocky grin spreads over his face.

"Open up, sweetheart." His thumb strokes your bottom lip, and you remove your hand from the base of his cock, your fingers couldn’t even touch.

"F-Felix?" you call out, still looking up at Jisung.

"I'm okay with it, love." He answers and so you opens your mouth wide, tongue out. The man before you huffs, smug, then his hand digs into your hair and he fucks his fat cock into your hot, wet mouth, and down your throat. You whimper as your nose hits his groin. He smirks down at you, your eyes already watering and looking up at him wide.

"Here, 'Lix." He motions to your boyfriend who sidles up to you both and you feel him kneel behind you. One hand wraps softly around your throat; it’s bulging with his friend’s length buried in it. He can tell you’re needing air and nods to Jisung who pulls his hips back, and you suck in air harshly through your nose when you finally can.

"That's her limit." Felix tells Jisung who hums and then he starts to fuck your face. You try not to moan too much, but your jaw aches in the best way. Felix grinds his still covered hard-on into your backside, holding your head in place for Jisung, his other hand rubbing over your stomach.

"Good girl, love." He coos in your ear and a tear flows over your cheek, face red. He allows you to breathe every so often, but your vision still spots, more from ecstasy than lack of air. You aren’t sure why your normally, still soft, dominant boyfriend is letting his friend take control. You’re far from complaining, however.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetheart." Jisung grunts and he pulls out further and you suck in air and Felix nods for him to go ahead, so he buries his cock as deep as he can and cums. You swallow over and over, gagging slightly as he pumps the hot and thick substance into you. Your cunt clenches, and Felix smiles to himself that you don’t cum yourself. You always do with him. When the other man pulls out, you fall back into your boyfriend, panting. Jisung's dick is still half-hard, drool and cum dripping from him and down your chin.

"Hm, so good, (Y/N)." He smirks and you flinch a bit when Felix's hand on your throat moves to wipe the fluid from your bottom lip. You’re even more shocked when he sucks it off his thumb himself.

"You like Ji's cock, love?" You nod in response, and you stand up at your boyfriend's prompting. Jisung snaps his fingers, and Felix pulls something from his pocket and tosses it to him. It’s a green lubrication bottle, melon flavored. He looks over the label and you shuffle nervously before Felix leads you to the bed. Instead of having you lay on your back at the end of the bed, Jisung follows and lays on his back in the middle of the bed. Felix has you lean over, and you whine as he pulls the still buzzing plug out.

"Come here, sweetheart." Jisung calls. Looking at your boyfriend, he nods, and go to literally sit on his face. Facing toward Felix still, Jisung smirks and squeezes a glob of gel straight onto your pucker, rubbing it around then into you. It makes you mewl, and he tosses the bottle down the bed, then his hands grabs your hips, arms around your upper thighs.

"Ah!" You squeal when he pulls you down on him, his tongue thrusting into your hole. His tongue is even more dexterous than Felix's and longer too. You whimper when he moves your hips himself, letting his tongue flick over your clit. He licks through your folds, then his tongue slid into your cunt, before going back to your ass. You finally look up at your boyfriend. He’s finally removed his pants and is standing at the end of the bed, stroking his cock. When your eyes meets, he joins you two on the bed, then stands on the mattress so your face is level with his cock. You whine and obediently open your mouth so Felix can slide in. Your eyes rolls at the familiar taste, and he smirks and starts thrusting. With Jisung's tongue in your ass and Felix's cock in your mouth, your poor little pussy is feeling quite empty. When your boyfriend pulls back, you whimper, and he huffs a laugh.

"Move down, sweetheart." Jisung gets you off his face and you shuffle down as Felix sits on the bed himself. He shifts and settles himself between Jisung's legs, their cocks nearly brushing each other so they’re in the right spots. You see where it’s heading and are a bit nervous. You’re used to Felix inside your ass, and Jisung is thicker by a good bit. It’s hard for you to wrap your head around what you see as a submissive move on Felix's part to Jisung.

"Can you take both at the same time?" Felix asks and you nod nervously, willing to try though.

"Good girl, sweetheart." Jisung coos and wraps his hands around your upper waist, your boyfriend’s on your lower hips. They help you adjust, Felix kissing over your upper chest and the other man sucking hickeys over your shoulder blades. Your skin is on fire already, so when the heads of their cocks both press at both your entrances, it’s likes falling in lava. You let out a high-pitched moan, nearly squealing as they fill you, inch by inch. They’re about the same length, but Jisung's thicker cock spreading you at the same time as your boyfriend's cock fills your cunt, is overwhelming. They let you adjust after burying to the hilt, each one has a leg draped over the other's hip to be close enough for the position to work. Because you’re shorter than them both, you’re all about level and you shiver, trying to get used to being so incredibly full. Jisung shifts and you squeak, his hand sneaking past your peripheral sight. You think he’s going to wrap his hand around your throat, pull you to him, but it instead goes to the back of Felix's head. You blink and gasp when Felix moves at Jisung's behest. Your boyfriend thrusts into you, and you fall forward onto his chest. You tip your head to watch as Jisung pulls Felix closer, then seals his lips to the other man's. Your walls clench at the sight, kind of in shock. Felix is a bit surprised as well, but he just rolls with it. You wonder if your boyfriend is like this with any of the other boys, or just Jisung. When the one behind you lets Felix go, he nips the other's lower lip. Felix pants, burying his head in your neck, moaning softly. He’s never been so submissive before and you both gasp when Jisung jumps his hips up, thrusting into you hard.

"Kay, 'Lix." He nods and lays back more so he can leverage off the bed with his back presses into the mattress. Felix's hips are forced up along with Jisung's with each trust, and he more grinds into you than anything, letting his friend do more of the work. Without both of them holding you, you’d have fallen, your body shaking and weak as they fuck the sense out of you. Everything burns in the best way, and you feel tears flow down your cheeks as you whimper over and over.

"J-Jisung!" Felix grunts and you can feel his cock twitch, signifying he’s close.

"Hold on, 'Lix." His friend groans, his hips pumping harder, and you hiccup, trying to catch your breath.

"Okay, cum." Jisung orders, and you aren’t sure if he’s talking to Felix or you, but all three of you fall apart together. Your insides fills with heat, so much that it spurts around the edge of where their cocks meets you, making a sticky mess. Both you and Felix fall, boneless, him on the bed and you on top of him. Jisung chuckles, sitting up and you whine as he withdraws from you. He smiles at the sight of you two and Felix strokes your hair as you pant on top of him.

"Didn’t know you’re so rough, Ji~" You mewl as he gets off the bed. He huffs, amused, and Felix mumbles into your ear, "neither did I.”

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Clown Town

GHB x lowblood!Reader

Content Warnings: Violence, murder mention, blood, use of y/n, distantquest ghb (my pookie)

Notes: this one is the most cringe out of all of my re-uploads but after this it'll all be fresh content!!! currently working on a Spider-man Noir oneshot

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"Welcome to the Dark(ish) Carnival!"

The purple-coloured banner hanging above your head made you chuckle slightly under your breath. Your eyes glanced slowly around the circus tents in front of you.

You had never been one to interact with purplebloods, really. They'd naturally cull you on sight. However, a kindly clown preacher (cleacher) had directed you to this extravagant event. Despite how odd they had acted, their words were in no way malicious. They didn't seem like they were directing you towards a lowblood culling fair or anything.

The scenery surrounding you was precisely what you were expecting from the clown caste. Balloons, rides, tents, and the occasional splatter of blood. You tried your best to pay it no mind. However, if this is the place you were to die, it wouldn't really surprise you.

The trolls attending the carnival were mostly highbloods, really no castes lower than jade. You began to regret your decision to investigate the odd circus. This location was a one-way ticket to your burgundy blood splattered on the ground.

Whispering voices surrounded you as the carnival patrons noticed the lowblood attendee. You tried walking a little faster as you felt eyes gazing from every direction. This was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.

Though you were in no immediate danger, you found yourself taking cover behind a particularly large tent. While you sat down, you mentally reprimanded yourself for blindly trusting the preacher, despite their caste's violent reputation. Of course they had invited you, the highbloods needed someone culled for entertainment. Your bloodpusher rattled in your ribcage at an alarming frequency as you tried to catch your breath.

"hey. little motherfucker."

You nearly passed out from the shock as you heard a gravelly, masculine voice right next to you. Your body trembled and you refused to turn to look at whoever it was for fear of what you might see.

"i know you FUCKIN' HEARD ME. come on and LOOK AT ME." his voice raised to a slight growl and you felt a large hand grab your wrist.

There was no resisting now. You slowly turned your gaze towards whoever it was.

There stood a purpleblood, unsurprisingly. He was a young adult, seemingly much taller and heavyweight than most trolls of his age. He towered over you with a height almost as tall as a full-grown fuschia.

"what's your NAME, MOTHERFUCKER?" his eyes narrowed, any emotion hidden inside them indescernible.

Your quaking form refused to settle as you stared up at him. Refusing to answer would result in death, you realized. "[Y/n]," you managed to choke out, trying not to make direct eye contact.

"you're a TINY MOTHERFUCKIN' RUSTY," he mused, crossing his arms lazily. "what brings you here, other than to GET YOUR ASS CULLED?"

You couldn't determine whether he was being sincere or aggressive. The way he spoke really seemed to indicate both, honestly. "I... was invited. B-by a preacher I listened to on the street."

The clown paused for a moment, his gaze tinted with mild curiosity. "you here to listen to the WICKED WORD?"

You nodded quickly. Perhaps he would be less inclined to beat your skull in with those juggling pins on his belt if he knew you were curious about his religion.

Silently, he lifted you up and set you back onto your feet, his eyebrow quirked with intrigue and his lips curled into a malicious grin. "follow me," he ordered, pulling you by your hand into the tent.

The large tent was separated into two parts. Passing by earlier, you had caught a glimpse of the first area, a large theater-like room, presumably for sermons. Now, you were being led (or really dragged) into a smaller area, set up like a dressing room.

A framed image on a table held a picture of your new companion dressed in more formal attire.

Wait. What was the sign on his chest in the portrait?

...Capricorn.

Only one purpleblood held such an iconic symbol. Your stomach backflipped as you realized who was holding on to your wrist. Surely nothing good could come of this.

The Grand Highblood led you to a small couch, releasing his grip on your wrist and pulling up a chair for him to sit on so he could face you. You tentatively sat on the couch, not willing to refuse the words of such an important (and violent) clown.

"do you KNOW WHO I AM?" he asked coolly.

You nodded quickly. "You... you're the Grand Highblood," you mumbled, shock seeping into your voice.

"yeah. just call me GHB."

You dipped your head, acknowledging the order. You locked eyes with him for a moment before turning your gaze to the ground.

GHB took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look him in his eyes. He regarded you carefully, taking in your features. After a moment of you squirming in his grasp, he released you, leaning back in his seat nonchalantly.

"not many rusties like yourself take up the MOTHERFUCKIN' COURAGE to WALK UP IN THIS PLACE," he commented, sounding mildly impressed with your bravery. You mumbled your thanks.

A second of silence passed before GHB spoke up again. "hey. y'know i ain't gonna cull you, right?" his words were somewhat gentle and you mustered up the courage to look him in the eyes again. He was... being sincere. You smiled sheepishly, dipping your head in thanks to his mercy.

The edges of his lips curled into a smirk. "you're a SPECIAL LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER, THOUGH. so don't think you're goin' back to a life that's ANY SEMBLANCE OF NORMAL AFTER THIS."

GHB's words confused you. What exactly was he implying with that statement?

"what i mean is i WANT YOU TO STAY HERE," he rumbled, taking your face in his hand again. "a freaky little BURGUNDY LIKE YOU is too fuckin' special to just up n' forget about." He inched his face closer to yours, and you felt your cheeks immediately flush a deep red.

Your flustered reaction made GHB grin with satisfaction and he closed the gap between your faces, kissing you roughly.

He placed his hands on your waist, slipping a hand under your shirt, earning a shocked squeak from you. After a moment, he pulled away, his eyes narrowed and a smug grin on his lips. Your face was still deep red, and you couldn't bring yourself to speak. Though... if he had done something you hadn't liked, you would've tried your luck escaping. It did feel nice.

GHB stood from his seat, gazing down at you fondly. "now then, little rusty. i have a SWEET-ASS SERMON TO PREACH. don't you go anywhere."

with that, he slipped out of the changing room into the main area, leaving you shocked on the couch.

You let your muscles relax after a moment, leaning into the plush cushions with your mind swimming with a thousand thoughts.

Only one thought remained dominant in the cacophony.

Thank gog for that clown preacher.

[pheonixxfoxx]

Let's Have Those Flashy Goodies!!

There will actually be a couple of collection update entries over the next few days. Not only did the EMS package from Japan arrive, but so did a couple of other fun orders. Prefer to not cram it all into one massive post! *lol* Not really sure if the framed picture is an official licensed product? At the end of the day, it truly doesn't matter. I love it and really want this as eye candy on my wall.

Clearly, a decision was made to open and display the birthday acrylic diorama stand. Figured why not, since the pieces were already loose?!

The wallet shown in the first pic, was taken out of the plastic packaging. I wanted to show off a certain sexy Jolly Roger on the back. Truth be told, this wallet was purchased with one of my Buggy ita bags in mind anyway.

Since learning of ARS, I really wanted a graded 10 slab by them. Really love how they present a card with an engraved metal plaque at the bottom. Looks very clean in my humble opinion, the laminated certificate is a nice touch too.

The odd bottle, lying on its side, above the plush, is actually a food spice! Would be cool to obtain another one and try it out sometime. Okay, so my mind is being silly. It looks like the Buggy postcard is going to bite the bum of the beanbag plushie. *lol*

Yes, the Buggy Stampede figure was unboxed and is now proudly on display. He's just way to hot and flashy to leave packed away. *grins*

This amazing figure was a pain in the rump to photograph. He just needed to be at the right angle. Admittedly, I was not a fan of the little beanbag plush before. However, my mind has now been changed. Beanbag Buggy there is too cute for words and more are now needed. There must be an army of them in my possession!! *inserts evil laughter*

Puma and One Piece did a 4 Emperors collaboration. These shoes were not only snagged for a very reasonable price but were brand spanking new! They have now since been worn by yours truly.

Anyone hesitant about buying these shoes, I'd highly recommend them. There are fun details, such as Buggy's Jolly Roger.

The shirt here was found in a nice sized lot of goodies; the same lot contained the pin set pictured in the third photo above.

Of course, if it didn't feature my handsome genius jester, I wouldn't have been as interested in purchasing it. *lol*

So, this jar was a rather odd and random find. It actually comes with a dessert inside. Shame that I can't try said tastiness, but just owning the container is more than enough for me.

There was one other item in the box, but a photo won't be shown, as I'm rather upset. The seller pulled a bait and switch, sending a fake! What was this item? Sadly, the Buggy Manga TCG card. Something that is rather expensive, but I found what I thought was a not so perfect one for cheaper. All the photos the seller supplied were of a legit card too! What arrived in my hands is not…I truly hate people! The sleazy seller needs to die flashily!! *grumbles* I've been trying to get a refund through Buyee. It's looking like a chargeback may have to be filed, which will get me banned from the middleman service.

[hiraunia]

With the final chapter of TCWKTM by @crinklytinfoil upcoming I have decided to celebrate with more doodles. YAY!

(Did I say upcoming, I meant release. Apperently I posted this 3 minutes after the last chapter updated)

I don't know why I have decided that Shrike always wears those night vision goggles(?) now but they look cool at least(GOD I LOVE THEM).

I think I've finally gotten a hang of Dani's hairstyle for my design which is a blessing because in order from the easiest to hardest hair texture to draw is Coily>Straight>Locs>Wavy>Braids>Curly with a jump of times 4 from braids to curly(My hubris for giving Cyan short curly hair has and will continue to keep biting me in the ass).

Speaking of Cyan, I've also updated him. He always has eye bags now cause he feels tired now, more so than the start of the fic at least. Since, unless I've missed something, he's still wearing Black's suit I felt I should make it a part of his outfit. One of the issues I was having when I drew him though was that we still call him Cyan but he wasn't wearing cyan anymore which is an issue when I read the story but when I drew him it just felt odd. My solution to that hangup of mine was to keep the suit and belt black’s but give him the gloves and boots so there's at least some cyan still on him since I don't think it was ever stated that Johnny cut those off, there wouldn't be a reason to and they would fit him better than Johnny's anyways. He also isn’t wearing his backpack thing or helmet(not that I ever drew anyone with theirs anyways) since I figured they probably lost it or some shit. In this pic no one is wearing theirs but that’s just because I wanted them to look like they were chilling, Cyan straight up doesn’t have his.

Funnily enough this is the one that took the least amount of time to make, I started it yesterday and finished it like now though I do attribute that to a stroke of sudden inspiration that I was able to draw in my sketchbook so honestly most of the work was the coloring.

Drawing these guys just kinda being silly is so fun it's unfair, especially Purple. This man has done so much bullshit, I should shoot him on sight but the moment I pick up my pen he appears, the motherfucker! A pretty fun aspect of these purple are, as you can see, he's using Grey's skin. While I'm pretty sure in the story he looks the exact same I figured it would be more fun for drawing purposes to mix the two of them together to create some distinction rather than just drawing Grey with a purple suit.

My design for Grey had him as average height but more stout(at least comparatively for my artstyle) while Purple was a little more scrawny and tall which worked well for what I wanted to do. His bangs are center parted when Grey's bangs are gathered in the center. Also I drew their expressions differently, when it's Purple I draw his more bitter/sour, I decided that most of his expressions are squinty and tend to furrow the brows while Grey's are more, I'm not sure how to put it, genuine?

As you can probably tell I really enjoy trying to come up with the character's designs myself but I know when to throw in the towel and admit someone did better than me. I tried to come up with a design for Olive/Finch myself but I just could not come up with one I liked even equally let alone more than @krysmcscience 's design. They really captured their energy well so I’m just using theirs.

Ayy, I drew my take on good old Johnny boy. I think I did a pretty good job making him look older without him becoming a mass of wrinkles.

Drawing Flayer's ship was pretty fun, I've been trying to draw backgrounds and objects more so it was good practice. We obviously don't know what it actually looks like yet other than it is made of flesh and metal so I definitely had to just make shit up. For these bitches sake I hope it's bigger than what I designed because it is going to suck otherwise. Just as I'm typing this I kinda already wanna redesign it though.

I went for something more simple based of the premise that ships are complicated and difficult to make; the whole thing is kinda supposed to look like the flesh is doing a lot of the work to keep it together to compensate for a lack of technical knowledge and skill but just now I remembered that Flayer was the head of the mechanics so she almost certainly has more than enough knowledge and experience to make a good ship on her own even without the flesh. Oh well, I can redesign it when we learn more. I'm keeping its face though, the face was a completely but incredibly happy accident.

Also, I find it interesting that the Imposter’s missions are usually about them destroying biomechanical technology but one of Flayer's named imposter abilities is to use her genetic material to create machinery that fuses artificial and organic material.

Bounus Doodles!

I'm pretty sure these were all drawn sometime before the new year but they were all I had and I didn't want to post one image of doodles so enjoy them now.

While I am still proud of Brown and Devon making out I think my favorite doodle here is Cyan and his judgmental ass face. Why is he staring at Finch like, he is not in any position to but judging like that.

I also borrowed Kry's designs for Red and Umber, I couldn't help myself for Umber, it was just too perfect!

Not sure how I feel about my take on Skeld!White(Finnegan I CANT-). I'm not sure if it's just I'm so used to seeing Kry's design that anything else feels weird or just that I made him too baby faced and princessy. I tend to draw men that are very pretty and feminine so I think I went overboard when I tried my hand since he was usually described similar to how I would normally design a man.

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Hi! I'm starting my annual tradition of rewatching random Gilmore Girls episodes and would love to hear your favorite and least favorite GG couples! In order if you want to make it more of a challenge :) I love your backdrop pic and am guessing you're an LL fan?!

Hey! Thank you for the ask! Love that you’re doing a random ep rewatch! I’ve been itching to rewatch Gilmore and now that it’s December, going to watch all the winter episodes before hitting the Christmas ones closer to the holidays!

I’ve actually just posted an ask where I ranked all the relationships in the show, so I’ll tell you my favourites and least favs for both Lorelai and Rory, and tell you why.

Starting off with Lorelai because you very much guessed right. Luke and Lorelai have a choke hold over my heart like nothing else has. On my first watch of the show it was (and frankly still is) the otp I cared about the most. They have their issues (and I wished ASP would have actually helped them grow from their mistakes but let me not get into it), but I think ultimately they just work so well for each other!

Going onto least fav, there is no surprise that it’s Lorelai and Chris. He just.. idk as much as he says he knows her, he doesn’t fit in her life anymore. Even when they got married he felt like such an odd element in her life. He doesn’t work for what she’s built for herself. Nor does he ever care about his daughter in the way that he should. And don’t get me started on the fact this man just throws money (once he finally has it lol) at things like being rich is what makes a good man/partner/father.

Okay.. moving on to our favourite bookworm, Rory! And.. this on is a little tricky because I’m kind of in between. I do have a favourite tho, that being Rory and Jess. There is just too much chemistry not to be them. The way they have so much in common but are different enough that they learn from each other and make one another better. That shit is just beautiful! I wished that we could have seen more of them and we were definitely robbed of seeing more of their relationship even when they were in a relationship. Which makes the ship a little sad because a lot of it tends to be my mind thinking about what could have been if the show had let us see these two be together once Jess and Rory had grown. They have so much potential, so much that could have been and in mind he is ultimately her endgame. He’s able to ground her into reality and remind her what she can’t see or believe in, and she reminds him that he’s someone worthy to love, someone who is more than he and others think of himself. Ugh they’re just so good.

But then come my close first, Rory and Logan.. I can’t deny that they have chemistry and they have such great moments. I don’t think he’s the best boyfriend.. frankly none of them are they all need to be better, but again, that can probably be said about every character. They’re all very humanly flawed, and that’s not a bad thing at all. What we get with Logan that we don’t with Jess is time. We have time to see Logan develop, to change, to be someone that Rory could be with in their relationship. We see them live together, to fight for each other. He helps bring her out of her shell, showed her that there was more to the world then sitting back and watching it. But there are times where I do think that as much as he tried he doesn’t really know her. He tends to give Rory the choice to do what she wants but then also pulls her in the direction he wants more often than not.

Anyway, both Jess and Logan have their issues. So does Rory for that matter. But ultimately I think Jess grows up and becomes someone consistently better, whereas as much as he tries, Logan ends up repeating the same mistakes more often than not.

For the least fav you can easily guess that it’s Dean. Season one Rory and Dean had some cute moments. And I can forgive him for the ‘I love you’ break up because they were young teenagers, and as Lorelai says when it comes to matters of the heart it all comes out in moron. But once Jess is in the picture the writers really threw Dean under the bus and made him an ew character 😅😅 and it very much make me not like him.

So that’s probably more detail than you were looking for but I had fun diving into it, so thank you again for the ask!

I’d love to hear your thoughts too!