#the textures and colors are ridiculously hard to get right

[dseval]

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[thehomophobe]

Cash. 

You need it. I need it. We all need it. 

"Money can't buy you happiness" is a term of phrase you hated the most, with "Money doesn't grow on trees" being second place. Without it, how the hell are you supposed to sleep in a bed, or eat, or bathed and clothed yourself. "Money can't buy happiness", whoever coined that phrase should go fuck themselves. 

Your kvetch muttered around your mind, fogging it like a thick cloud of black smoke. You thought the alcohol would clear it out, but it only made it worse. It added a flood to your brain, rocking it like a boat on a stormy day. Great, another bad decision added to your huge pile. First you lost your job, then your spouse, then your house. And now your only friend is a bottle of beer.

Can you do anything right in you life?

You walked along the dark streets of the city, sad, drunk, alone and with a limp. Why were you limping you dumb fuck? The city lights illuminated your path to nowhereville; colorful neons and sensual moods aided your blurry eyes down the sidewalk. Trash bags with rats feasting better than you add salt to your financial wound. Homeless men and women, obese and reedy, fall slump with slumber and sweet rum in their veins, your fellow comrades. Life and the concrete jungle were really fucking you this time, and you don't know the safe word to save yourself. You might as well find a (crusty) comfy dumpster to crawl in to sleep.     

"There’s a place you gotta be

A thousand leagues beneath the sea

And it’s waitin' over here for you and me"

Huh? Where's that music coming from? You followed the��sultry voice down the block, making sure you don't get hit by a car in the process, before tripping over a sewer grate and stumbling upon the biggest casino you've ever seen. Shimmering lights bedazzledu it like diamonds on a dress, neon signs signaling free drinks on tuesdays, ladies night on fridays, and winning big prizes. Dollars signs flashed in synchronized order, capturing your attention. The centerpiece was a giant orange sun with a wide (creepy) smile and rays spinning slowly like a clock. This place shined brighter than a star. 

"House of the Solar Eclipse." What a name. 

"Gonna take you for a ride

But first, you gotta come inside

Get ready for the party’s on tonight!"

You were never one for casinos. You tend to steer away from gambling as much as you can. While the thought of winning it big sounded exhilarating, there's also a chance of losing it all. The roll of a dice, the stroke of a lever, millions of dollars rewarding you for pushing some button. Life-changing, but incredibly risky.

In short terms, you hated leaving things to luck. 

...

Aw, the strobe lighting and cash register rings make you drool with desire. God are you desperate. You fiddled with your pocket, searching through hard balls of dust and crusty tissues. Until a starchy textures scratches your fingertips, you pull out the paper from your pocket. 

A single $1 bill.

George Washington's blank face stares at you, the crumples make him look more wrinkly than he is. Even he's displeased with your conundrum. Well you're not getting ridiculed by a old white man today, so you head inside with anxiety and a dollar bill.

So pack up, cash in

And get ready to begin

Toss the dice, once or twice

Baby, winning is no sin

So relax and just unwind

Leave your worries all behind

And get ready forthe party’s on tonight!

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Bright ceiling lights, velvet rug flooring, chandeliers, ritzy dresses, fresh tuxedos and the smell of cologne, smoke and whiskey attack your senses. Boy, was this place big. You were overwhelmed by the sudden change in light that your eyes unblur in lightning speed, causing your brain to shut off for a bit and then wake up. The haze of your mind clears to take it all in. You're starstruck. And underdressed god what the hell were you wearing? Maybe keep to the back slots to avoid unwanted attention.

Walking through the casino, you spot multiple card tables and roulette wheels occupied by wealthy patrons gaggled together like ants on sugar. Chips stacked up and lined with the perimeters of the tables. Chunky dice rolled along the mellow green of the craps tables; the crowd roars and pats the back of the winner. Men and women crowded the bar area, they kept the bartenders busy with constant orders the house's very own cocktail, the 'Jenna Sweet'. A simple mixture of Pineapple juice, Cranberry juice, Diet Cola, a pinch of rum and decent amount of Bacardi. It may not have been an attractive recipe to you, but it goes down a treat, especially when it could win you a fine prize. You spot a stage with glittery curtains and a mic for the singers acting like surprised guests for the establishment. Below it was the jazz band, conveying the instrumental of the song, working meticulously through their suits. You bumped into a fellow drunkard, though his was dressed better than you did--tux in all. You didn't feel like getting into a bar fight tonight so you excused yourself and passed by him, his stupor mumbled an apology. Hey at least he was nice.

Finally managing to get pass though the glitz & glamour, you meandered your way through the rows upon rows upon small clusters of slot machines, each screaming with flashing lights and oversaturated colors that could make an epileptic spaz out, all advertising how "you can win big tonight!" 

"$10,000, $20,000, $50,000, $100,000; all yours if you just sit on my lap and grope my stick." Well gee who wouldn't love to do that?

You did.

You wanted to do that.

So you settled at a slot far away from the center, trying to not draw any attention to your homely self.  Looking at the screen, the prize was about $5,000. At least, that's what you think. With the one dollar bill past you must've bestowed you, you pressed your luck. The three reels spin in accelerated motion, each symbol passing by in a blur. You swear if you lose your money right no-

Oh 50 bucks not bad. Let's have another go.

You pull the lever, which felt stale as it needed both hands to tow down. The little jingle of the machine played as you watched the reels rolls, the colors swirl with the white. $75, great! 

Hm...let's make it $100. You crank the slot again. 

...

$20. Come on, another try.

...

Ok back to $50. Another roll won't hurt.

...

$75.

...

$95.

...

$170. You should really stop now, but the big prize made your drool. You want more...a little more...

As you slowly sink into the state of gambling (and your delusions of grandeur), your money rose and sank like tidal waves. Time slowed with each pull of a lever, anticipation killed you over and over again. Every dollar spent either mattered to you or didn't. 

Maybe this was why you don't like gambling. 

Maybe you had an addiction.

...

Wait.

Wait!

WAIT!

$ BIG WIN $1,000 $

It ain't the jackpot, but it's better than $50. You should really stop now...

But...that prize...what are the chances...and even if you didn't get it, you can still win more...

Just one more pull, you'll put $200 in this time. 

...darn, 20 bucks. You put more in to see if you can get it back. 

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Time passed; it felt like molasses when really it was moving quickly. You sank into the cushion of the stool. God how long have you been here?  Whatever the time was, through the span of when you got here to now, you lost about $4,000. The closest you got to the big prize was that $1,000 you got before. And now you went from $1 to $0 in an instant. You rest your head onto the slot machine; the haze came back, along with a headache from all the flashing lights and colors. And it didn't help that you bought something to drink before you lost it all.

You didn't win big. You didn't win at all today. You should've left with that $1,000. Another bad decision, added to your collection.

"Poor dear...,"  A voice purred. "down on their luck..." Cool hands slither onto your shoulders, squeezing with slight pressure on your aches. "Looks like you need a pick-me-up." The hands press and massage the tender muscles of your aching back. Normally you wouldn't want a stranger touching you (and would bite back if someone had the balls to do so), but it felt so good...

You felt revitalized; revive and relieved from your headache. You stretch and moan in delight, god you needed that. The stranger kept going, seeming to be happy from your state. "That's it~. Feel that luck flowing in you." If luck means relief, you sure were feeling it. Their voice purrs, a siren's sonnet of sweet nothings slips through your ear. One hands slips from your shoulders, revealing a milky white arm with a cuff on their wrist. Their hand takes yours and places it on the lever.

"Come on, press your luck~."

Wait...? Are they bribing you to gamble? You don't have any money left. What the heck kind of scam is-

*Clink!*The jingle must've of played for 1 second before revealing a giant grinning face on screen.

 $ HUGE WIN $2,000 $

$2,000! How? Where? What?! The luck of the draw you guess. But you were sure you didn't have a dollar left. 

"My my~ what a surprise." The strange purred, their hand crawl back to you shoulders and continued kneading it. Their voice was silky and velvety like satin sheets on a luxurious bed. Utterly heavenly. "Keep going gorgeous~." You happily obliged to the stranger command as if they hypnotized you. The haze grew a little clearer, accompanied by the voice which acted like and dehumidifier and a motif for your gambling. You turned your head to look at the angel helping you but hand gently pushed you back to the screen. "Ah ah ah, eyes up front."

As the concubus deliciated you, you kept pulling the lever of the slot machine. The cash grew higher and higher. $2,500, $3,000, $4,750...

"CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU'RE A WINNER!!!"$5,000

Holy shit did you just win the jackpot?! Your eyes widen, the chips rolled out the slot with ease.

You won. You really won. 

You wanted to thank the nice stranger for helping; if it wasn't for them flipping your luck you wouldn't have won the big prize.

...

Hey where'd they go? Through the maze of slot machines, you couldn't see them. Weird, you didn't feel their hands slip from you when you won. First the luck boost, now they disappear. Was it God? Mother Nature? Lady Luck? (I think the alcohol's getting to your head). Whoever blessed you you thank them. you sat up from the stool, the sound of sweaty cloth peeling off the cushion disgusted you, and pocketed all your chips. You can cash it in at the corner.

*Moon's pov*

*A few minutes earlier

"My my~ what a surprise." Moon purred, his hands rub and cute patron's shoulders. A down-in-the-dumps homebody...with the lack of a true home and in need of some quick cash. Maybe he'll convince them to stay a while, if the pit boss doesn't catch him. He's surprised he stayed out here on the floor for so long. Hope Sun's keeping him entertained. Or at least busy.

Moon leaned closer to the patron's ear, hands soothingly rub against their upperback. "Keep going gorgeous." His vocal cords rumbled. With their drunken state (and probably high libido), the patron pulled the lever again. As the reels spin, Moon marveled the guest under his hypnosis, despite the raggedy clothes and awful scent of liquor, they looked lovely. A little freshing up would sure make a difference. Usually he would do this act on occasion like he's some children's mascot, which is not to far off from being the poster girl for the casino, but this guest was pretty cute. Weird thing to say to a potential hobo but still. The patron turned their head, wanting to face Moon, but he gently pushed a hand to stop them from peeing. "Ah ah ah, eyes up front." It's all part of the act after all, and Moon's giving the total package tonight.

More shoulder rubs and sweet nothings whispered into the ears of the patron, each moan arouses Moon and gently presses against the back of the stool with his lower half. The smooth black bunny suit felt tight and a little wet down on the crotch area, a small erection blooming from beneath. He tries to restraint himself from rutting the poor fool. How soft their curves would feel in his hands, how warm they would feel around his cock, how their voice would sound as they moaned his name...there were so many others and so many features of them all that Moon had used in his mind to please himself and ease his need over this week. He was tired of his boss, it's time to get a new--

"CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU'RE A WINNER!!!"$5,000

The wails and alarms of the slot machine snaps Moon from his sexual fantasies. Christ what has gotten into him? Was he drooling? Is there a wet spot on his suit? God he's sweating through this thing. How much time did he waste--

A firm hand grips his hip, latching tightly. A small and short exhale emitted from his lips, but he felt breathless.

"Shit!" Moon curse in his head. "I thought I had enough time to escape." The hand swiftly turns him around and walks him away from the patron, who current was in disbelief of their winnings. Moon looks back but that hand turned his sight away

."Naughty little bunny, leaving his little home when he's not supposed to." The voice tsked like a parent with their disobedient child. "I'd punished you properly, but your brother satisfied me enough." 

"What did you--?!"

"Let's get back to the loft, bunny."

Moon squirmed from their grasp, pulling away from their chest, "Get off--!" but they were stronger. An arm wrapped around his thin frame while its hand covered his mouth, muting him. The "lovely couple" waltz their way out of the floor and the upstairs to the loft.

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"Now you stay in there, I deal with you later." The pit boss hissed. Luckily for both of the brothers, Eclipse, the pit boss, has to deal with some "important business" with him, his goons, and the other mafias that decided to bombard him early tonight at the casino. Moon took off his heel and threw it at the door, sadly Eclipse closed it before the shoe hit him. Moon grumbled and huffed in defeat as he hobbled over to pick up his stiletto. It wasn't hard to move in the bunny suit, but it did chafe in areas he didn't want to get chafed. The fishnet stockings rise against the pallor of his thighs as his bent over; the slit creased. A lovely sight to see from behind. 

While Moon was busy with put his heel back on, Sun sat on the velvet couch quietly with a bottle in his hand, swirling the liquid inside. He must've wanted a nice drink before the chaos brewed into the lobby. He was always, as Eclipse says, the good twin: sweet, playful, obedient, dare to say pious despite the sinful attraction he brings upon the patrons of the pit. In both of the brothers minds, having Sun hold down the fort while Moon roamed around the casino for a bit was a good idea, even if it only lasted for a little while. His silence worried Moon; usually a casual remark would comment about the commotion right about now. What disgusting horrors fell upon his brother tonight?

"Did he--

""No, he didn't." Sun huffed "He wanted to, but he wanted the two-for-one special tonight. That's when he left. And I tried to stop him but...you know how he is." A leg crossed over the other, causing the fabric of the suit to bunch up again. In contrast to Moon's black bunny suit, Sun dressed himself in a ruby red bunny suit with no stockings to cover his thin legs. The ears were red and sticking upward, and a sparkly red bowtie contrasted Moon's black four-in-hand tie.

"Greedy fucker..." Moon hissed as he took a sit next to his brother. An open pack of cigarettes was laying on the table, lovely waiting for him like a temptress in erotic clothing. He took one and lit it with the convenient lighter next to the pack. A vice, but what else is he suppose to use to treat himself?

"Oh forget about, were they cute~?" Sun smiled cheekily.

"I didn't get the best look at them, but they looked so innocent and lonely." Moon took a drag before speaking again. "So I gave them a..."special" treatment tonight." 

"Lucky! They must've been drooling when they saw you." 

"They didn't. You know are whole act, if you look at the bunnies your luck will slip away."

"You sure that's not just Eclipse telling people to keep their eyes to themselves?"

"Oh no I'm positive about that." Moon took another drag from his cigarette. "What did he do to you?" He looked to his brother, who was currently pouring himself a glass. 

"He had guests over for a drink and wanted a plus one for tonight. I swear sometimes I think he's got a split personality. The moment he's got someone over he's the host with the most, but when they leave he's Al Capone without "his little friend"." Sun took the shot, the burning sensation pleasured him, more than anything Eclipse ever done. Any alcohol was better than what Eclipse could deliver. That pillow princess. "Say, where's the cutie now?"

"Don't know. Let's check." Moon got up from the couch--cigarette still in hand--and stepped toward the giant glass window behind them. The glass had just been clean a few days ago so the brothers can see the overview of the casino. 

They spot the willowy patron heading towards the exit, cash stash inside their long coat to avoid drawing any attention.

"There they go. Rich and pleased."

"Think they're gonna come back?"

"I'm sure of it."

[theoceantot]

Chapter 1

Cold

Thats how this small room always was. He didn't seem to care though he never cared how rancid the room smelled the bastard just took one smell in disgust and slammed the door behind him getting one of his employees to deep clean it so he could go in to torture the poor girl some more. 5 years ago Perse thought life was as worse as it could get. Being a runaway orphan from an abusive orphanage who constantly abused and ridiculed her for having autism. It wasn't even just the other kids that bullied her it was the staff too. Even going as far as too purposely slam doors and make her eat foods that made her sick. Especially Tomatoes. Perse couldn't stand them the texture the flavor EVERYTHING. Living on the streets seemed better. At least she stood a chance getting away from the abuse of she had places to run and wouldn't have to eat tomatoes and get constantly sick all the time. Things would be better. Thats what she thought anyway.

3 months after her escape she got really sick with the flu where she couldn't even move from the dirty alleyway she lived in. When Perse thought all hope was lost a tall man in a lab coat approached her offering her food and shelter a place she could recover from her illness. Nobody has ever been this kind to her in her life she had no idea of the sick and twisted intentions he had for her. At first he was kind. Of course thats how it almost always is with most abusers. Staying up late with her while she recovered and making her soup. Things were going well. Perse finally thought someone cared and loved about her. But it all changed when she fully recovered. She could remember laying on the floor coloring in a color book. Never being able to color growing up since the other kids would steal the crayons and rip up her colorings before she hardly even started.

The page she was coloring was almost done finally she'd have the satisfication and happiness of finally being able to finish a coloring even if it was done sloppily out of the lines. The sharp pain in her neck made the pink crayon drop from her hand. Looking up in horror she saw the man who saved her from the streets holding the needle in her neck. His eyes no longer held the care and compassion they did when he took care of her they now were stone cold like he wouldn't even care if he sliced her neck open. Perse awoke in a dirty room in what she guessed was the basement of his house. There was a dirty mattress in the left corner of the room and a foul smelling toilet on the right side.

"I almost forgot how foul it smelled in here"

He unlocked the door to her cell and roughly pulled her out and strapped her down to a table. Perse watched as he pulled out his phone and started talking to a man on the phone.

"Iv'e got the perfect test subject ready be here as soon as possible"

Perse couldn't help but start crying loudly. Which was met with a hard slap to the face.

"Lets make this clear. While you're here you shut your damn mouth. Don't scream, don't cry, don't make a damn sound or it will be so much more worse than you. Do you understand?" Perse nods while trying not to cry anymore.

She was 13 when this all started. Now she was 18 and has lost all hope. They injected her with so many different things shes lost count some made her have seizures while others caused her body to be in excruciating pain. Today she had enough of staying quiet she had to ask what shes been wondering all this time. Perse layed in the bed in her cell while the mad man was cleaning up his station mostly consisting of syringes and cleaning up the blood on the table you were always strapped too.

"W-why are you doing this to me" Perse said while shaking.

"Didn't I tell you never to say a word? But i suppose I can tell you since you've been such a good girl all these years"

He kneeled down in front of the cell.

"Im sure you know who batman is. Everyone whose anyone knows who that bastard is. The problem is that nobody has been able to take him down. But YOU my dear will. We're gonna give you so much power that you'll be able to walk the streets in his blood and Gotham will be ours for the taking! And if you even try to disobey we'll let the other villians have their fun with you"

So thats why they were doing this? Making her a weapon. It all made sense now. All the things they were injecting her with were supposed to make her stronger but it was just destroying her slowly.

"Get some rest darling you have a busy day tomorrow"

How right he was

The next day she was strapped down. The mad man and another scientist were in the room. He held a blue liquid in a syringe and injected it into her arm. Perse could'nt hold back her scream. Her eyes turned a light blue.

A cup full of water on the table levitated and shot through one of the assistants in the throat. Clutching his throat before he fell to the floor dead slipping on his own blood falling onto the mad man.

"THIS WASN'T APART OF THE PL-"

Water covered his head starting to drown him. He tried tearing the water bubble off but it was no use. He suffocated to death. Perse pulled on the metal cuffs with all of her strength and managed to pull them off. She quickly ran to the exit of the basement running into the door and breaking it. Whatever they injected her with caused her to have super strength and the ability to control water. She didn't believe this was enough to take down batman not in the slightest.

But now she didn't have to try to kill him. Perse was free and the only thing she can think to do is run. But in arkham city nowhere is safe. Right when she got out in the open streets Jokers gang surrounded her.

"Look what we have here. A cute little thing. Must be our lucky day"

"Wait why are her eyes turning blue? OH SHIT RUN!"

The men ran away as the water started surrounding her. She sent out water strikes to the men knocking the men into buildings. Some weren't as lucky and were sliced in half by how sharp the water was. Their guts scattered the streets leaving a horrified Perse.

'WHATS HAPPENING WHAT DO I DO'

Before she could run again someone kicked her in the back sending her flying. Perse let out a painful cry and looked up to see him. The Batman. As he held out a batarang getting closer to Perse her mind regressed. Really young. Confused of everything that was happening. Her mind, situation, and batman approaching her she did something she hasn't done in years. Cry.

"NO HURT IM SORRY DIDN'T MEANS ITS"

A female voice then yelled at Batman telling him to stop. It was Oracle.

"Batman don't hurt her shes not in the right state of mind"

"What do you mean Oracle?"

"Shes a little Bruce. It means shes in a younger headspace. By the way shes talking i'd say shes about two right now. I know she killed those people but I don't think she had any evil intent. Please trust me"

Batman had his doubts but he trusted in Barbra. He took off his belt and slowly walked towards her. Perse knew his belt had all of his weapons from what she saw on tv and how he took out the batarang from his belt.

"You're safe now im not gonna hurt you" Batman calmly said and kneeled down next to her. Perse didn't know why but he trusted him. All she wanted was protection someone who would love her unconditionally. And she felt that in him. She wasn't scared anymore but she still cried as she hugged him tight. Batman embraced her trying not to hug her too tight in case of frightening her.

"C-cold"

Perse started shivering in his hold. It made sense how she was so cold. it was almost winter and she was wearing this ripped up nightgown.

Batman took off his cape and wrapped her in it.

"Is that better?"

Perse nodded and hugged the cape tighter.

She was finally safe

[hellaverse-critical-confessions]

So I promised a background/minor character design appreciation post...

(Part one because this will likely get long)

Starting with the imps, due to the order in which characters of different species are presented on the wiki

Ah, Pringles. Of course. What a guy. He is very shaped. (Especially the hair and collar. I happen to be a sucker for male characters with that kinda "cat fluff" hairstyle.) Love the weird little cuff on his tail, it's so unnecessary but it fits. Dapper boy. Gotta love him

(As far as I can recall he gets bitches in Ozzie's, which, like, good for him!)

There's this kiddo from Loo Loo Land. I like her shapes as well, very exaggerated. As depicted here she kind of reminds me of some concept art girlies from the Art of Encanto book.

Actually, I think I have an image...

...I'm not the only one who sees it, right?

(Anyway, it's still available for free to view online. Very interesting stuff.)

Ahh... this guy. Or gal, actually. Turns out this is Skye Henwood's impsona, as well as my favorite character in Western Energy. Me and my friend were deadass ready to adopt her on sight. So tiny!! So shaped!! Look at that ridiculously huge bowtie. The littol suit. I want a pocket-sized imp now. Would carry them everywhere in my purse. Speaking of...

That's exactly what she did! Another crewsona (Sam Miller), and this design is incredibly slay. The feathers. The tail. Big, flowy, swooping shapes. (Not a big fan of the hands, though.) Very majestic creature overall.

Moving on to a few background Wrathians from Harvest Moon. She's a cutie. Not much else to be said. I like her outfit with the little boots and gloves as well as her pigtails.

I think these two could be related.

She looks so silly, I love her. Her hat and horns are disproportionately huge and it's precious.

Her name is Square, and she has major resting bitch face energy. I appreciate her instantly. (Long sleeved shirt + short shorts is a good combo.)

This guy from the Ozzie's elevator scene (Aspen) looks like he'd have quite the story to tell over a couple drinks of hard liquor. Slutty, but in a tired way. (A certain saxophonist cat from another piece of online media also fits that description.)

HER!! I love her so much. Everything about her honestly. The colors!! The legs!! The underbite!! She has no official name, but I call her Pomegranate. Or Pom for short. Got some of my own lore for her and everything.

Haven't watched Queen Bee, so I didn't get to see Dennis in action, but from this still alone I conclude that he's pretty cute. (However dude could use to pull up his pants.) Didn't really deserve to get yelled at, anyhow. Justice for Dennis!

Though I do have an old Dennis character, and he's a dick, so maybe Blitzo was on to something.

I like the girlie on the right too. Women with :3 smiles automatically win me over. The ripped pants and loose tank top go well together, and the splotch of magenta on the waist isn't obnoxious.

Mamma Mia, an imp with not purely and overwhelmingly red skin? What a spectacle. She looks way more like a black character than Velvette. And due to her subdued skin tone, the pink looks nice on her. (Which can't be said for Millie in one of the pieces of summer merch. Who thought pink on her was a good idea?!) Cool hair texture as well, feels very poofy.

Some bite-sized imp clowns from The Circus; their names are Eenie, Meenie, and Miney. How charming! Though, as I recall, doesn't that old children's rhyme go on to have four-

...Oh.

I think this might be Barbie Wire. We were never told explicitly, and she isn't even mentioned in the episode itself, but she looks closest to that design.

(Though I just noticed her horn stripes are too thick. Nevermind, then. Seems like she didn't even get that brief cameo in Blitzo's nearly episode-long childhood flashback despite being his twin sister, which should suggest that they were pretty close.)

I like this chick, though.

And that's it for now! Let me know if you'd like to see a part two though I might just go ahead and make it anyway

[movedtoferinehuntress]

☾ *  ――  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 ?

Simple premise. Give 5 (or more) headcanons about your muses' body. Hands, eyes, feet, birthmarks, tricks--anything!

➤ Calisthenics Toned, with a shapely hourglass frame and firmed abs, a picture of elegant beauty and lean prowess. Muscles of the lithe frame and elegant beauty, muscularly toned to handle stamina and quick movements rather than heavy-hitting hard shots. Each part of her body is framed specifically to climb and move swiftly. A woman of force, with wing-like movements, flying through the air in a swift run, angled to miss attacks as she shifts through the air. As if the muscles match the movement of the wind; Janna blessed.

➤ Heterochromia Eyes, Intense cerulean eyes, like looking into the depth of a crystal blue sea that you can easily get lost in. Intense, sharp, sometimes warm, and sometimes cold. Yet those who get close enough, who look deep enough into the eyes of her soul, will see her eyes are not perfectly blue. Like the ocean mixes with different colors, the waves of the ocean shift in her eyes. A mix of blue and a hint of teal green. A way to get lost in her eyes, the steady shifting ebb and flow of the ocean washing over you as she stares at you with her eyes.

➤ Hidden Scars, Scars of stories, scars of pain. Many lay hidden beneath clothing or gloves. Minor scars to severe scars, all laid bare upon her skin. But also hidden, providing a sense of cover from the prying eyes of Piltovan ridicule. fibrous hypertrophic scars, thick and raised, slightly off-colored from porcelain skin. Burn scars along her arms, skin stretched, and mixes of dark and light tones that shine yet a smooth texture. Star-laid scars from painful bullets, lingering around her body, speaking of violence and survival. Only visual to those she trusts, only known to those who know the struggles she's been through.

➤ Silver Streaked Hair, A history of stress, of struggle, of pain. Deep Prussian blue mixed with dark sapphire, hanging down to her shoulder blades. Long tressels of silky threads, with a soft volume that bounces around her skin and frames her face. Ascentuning her eyes, and yet the stress of silver peaks through. Chrome and White Smoke threads, growing around her bangs and barely around the top of her head, streaking underneath her hair. A sign of prestige to some, a sign of struggle to others. Toned between light and dark colors; and never hidden from view.

➤ Manicured Hands, Fingernails round, well-kept trimmed down, always lined with a shimmer of silver along the edge. However, shows of disinterest in keeping perfectly refined; receding cuticles, and cracked joints of constant wear of washing. Yet smooth from lotion, callous on the fingers soft from moisturizing. Faint freckles against the top of her palm, a light beauty mark against her wrist; mirrored on both sides. Dexterous, constant use, strong despite the delicate appearance. Used to fighting, handling a rifle, always busy, and never dulled. Ambidextrous, skilled, both hands well used and always ready; constantly moving at every turn. Faint scars against her right hand and her left inside palm.

➤ Amazonian Height, Alluring, six foot two, like a swan, beautiful and statuesque. A picture of finesse, sculpted like a statue. Intimidation in height, a picture of defined pliant feathered movements yet resilient muscle-bound legs and arms. Strong warrior-esque hunter, attractive and yet fierce. Femininity dances along her curves and yet clearly one to not be messed with. Like a swan of elegance yet wings of death, a panther of lithe yet powerful muscles. A woman not to be messed with.

➤ Porcelain Skintone, Ivory velvet skin, despite the constant sunlight the skin never tans, always burns. Returning to soft porcelain tone, shaped like an ivory statue. Smooth brush strokes, from her cheeks to her shoulders. Senna freckles dance across her nose and cheeks, lightly powdering her shoulders and breasts and dusting along her hands. Dusk rose silk areolas and nipples, pale ivory fingernails, and sandy-toned scars. Lightly framed with make-up to enhance, never caked or masked. Enhancing beauty, like black eyeliner along her eyes or a gentle brush of glossed chapstick. What is seen is what is true; like a preciously cared for temple, the skin well kept and smooth, yet also worn with scars and experience.

➤ Real Blue Shoulder Feathers, soft, unique, lightly graced over freckled shoulders. Burns underneath, sensitive and painful yet protected by the growing living feathers. Implanted by science, growing by natural life. Fluffing up when angry, sensitive to wind and temperature; ever present. Preening and cleaning, always soft; a protection in animal form.

➤ tagged by : @tricoloredillusion ➤ tagging : @vulpesse, @wolvensden, @decidentia (Vi), @independentzaun (Jinx), @misstantabismuses (Vi or Jinx), @ofwaterandfire (Vi or Viktor), @hemomania, @knightfeared (Jayce), @knightinsourarmor (Mel or Vi), @prtector, @angelicaaster, and anyone else who wants to <3

[taimio]

Master the Art of Growing Bell Peppers: Tips for a Healthy Harvest

Bell peppers are an incredibly versatile and nutritious vegetable containing high levels of vitamins C, B, A and E as well as folate, fiber and antioxidants. They come in a variety of colors, ranging from green to yellow, orange, and red, each with their own flavor, texture, and nutritional benefits. All colors can be cooked, eaten raw, and utilized in a variety of recipes. All in all, bell peppers are a healthy and colorful addition to any meal and/or diet. ```html

How to Grow Bell Peppers: Sweet Success in Every Bite

Growing bell peppers is like hosting a sophisticated dinner party in your garden. They’re vibrant, classy, and demand just the right ambiance to thrive. Trust me, once you get them right, they’ll become the VIP guests of your veggie patch.

Step 1: Choosing the Right Variety

Bell peppers come in a kaleidoscope of colors—green, red, yellow, orange, even purple! Personally, I started with red because they’re sweeter when fully ripened. *Pick a variety that excites you*—because enthusiasm, my friend, is half the battle.

Step 2: Timing is Everything

Here’s the deal: bell peppers are not fans of the cold. They’re tropical divas. Start your seeds indoors about 8-10 weeks before your last frost date. Trust me, I learned the hard way when I planted too early, only to have my seedlings sulk in the frost.

Step 3: Setting the Stage

Bell peppers are sunlight junkies. Plant them in a spot where they can soak up at least six hours of sun daily. *Rich, well-draining soil* is their red carpet—don’t skimp on the compost!

Step 4: The Care and Feeding of Your VIPs

Once planted, bell peppers are surprisingly low-maintenance, but they do have their quirks. Water deeply and consistently—no one likes a thirsty diva. I swear, *once I started mulching*, it was like flipping a switch. My peppers grew bigger, juicier, and happier.

“The secret to perfect bell peppers? Patience, sunshine, and a little bit of love. You can’t rush greatness.”

Step 5: Dealing with Drama

If pests or diseases show up, don’t panic. Use natural remedies where possible—neem oil and ladybugs are lifesavers. Personally, I’m all about prevention. Rotate your crops and space them well to keep the peace in your garden.

Step 6: Harvesting Your Hard Work

Timing your harvest is key. Green peppers are like teenagers—fine, but not quite mature. Let them ripen to their full color for maximum sweetness. When I waited for my red peppers to fully mature, it felt like a *chef’s kiss* moment.

Why Grow Bell Peppers? (Besides the Obvious)

Bell peppers are ridiculously versatile, from fajitas to fresh salads. Plus, they’re packed with vitamins A and C, which makes them as healthy as they are tasty. Growing them yourself? That’s next-level satisfaction.

Final Thoughts

Growing bell peppers is both an art and a science, but don’t overthink it. Start small, experiment, and enjoy the process. And if you’re ready to dive even deeper, check out my related guide for more tips and tricks.

Happy planting—you’ve got this!

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secret santa [eddie munson x reader]

A/n: this is 100% self indulgent. Don't ask me why I wrote this in the middle of summer.

Summary: you have to get Eddie a present for secret santa and Steve helps!! (FLUFF?) 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of shitty Christmases. I think this is it? It's just cute :)

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“Who’d you get?” Steve poked his head over your shoulder and sneaked a peek at the little piece of paper in your hand. “Eddie!?”

“Shhh!” you nudged him, “Keep quiet!”

“What are you gonna get him? A trident?”

Rolling your eyes at Steve, you folded the note and stuffed it in your pocket. 

“You know? Cause he’s a satanist?”

You blinked. “That is so wrong on so many- why am I even trying?”

“For someone with straight C’s, you know an awful lot about satanism.” Steve grinned, awfully close to your face. “Is that because you like him?”

“Don’t think I won’t slap you”

“Ok, ok, but seriously now, what are you gonna get him?”

“I don't know, something badass”

-

“A bat plushie, are you serious?” Steve scoffed and threw the toy back in the basket.

“Hey!” Without thinking twice, you picked it back up and petted its little head a few times. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just cranky because Nancy won’t take him back”

“That is absolutely not true-” Steve raised his voice as he pointed to the toy. “Don’t lie to him”

“Admit he’s a cutie” you grinned and brought the bat up to his face. “Say it”

Steve blinked in disbelief a few times and then stared at you as he spoke with not even a hint of a smile on his face. “Adorable”

“Was that so hard?” you giggled and moved along.

Moments later, something shiny caught your eye and you took off in that direction. Steve roamed around for a bit, catching up to you when your hands were almost already full.

“Are all of these for Eddie?” Steve gasped as he offered to help you carry them.

“No, don’t be ridiculous” you scoffed, “The Metallica shirt is for me”

“Yeah, no, of course, and the bunny ears are for Eddie”

“Yes” you nodded and at this point Steve was at a loss for words, confused out of his mind.

“...right”

“Right” you beamed, and started pointing at the stuff you were holding. “Ok, look what I have so far! This one right here is like a whole kit, but to be honest with you, I wanted it for the shampoo mostly. Like our hair textures are quite different, but I’m willing to bet heavy money on the fact that these right here will make his curls shine! And not to mention it’s the peach version which you can’t find anywhere! And also there’s a lipstick in there but its… not his color”

“Ok!” Steve laughed, “Shampoo and and a lipstick that’s not his color”

“... yeah and conditioner, 3 different masks, oil, leave-in cond-”

“Ok! Hair stuff, got it, what’s next?”

“Ok, so since that lipstick is a miss, I got him-”

“You got him one that’s his color?” Steve asked enthusiastically but you just squinted and rolled your eyes in confusion. 

“No, don’t be ridiculous. I got him eye liner”

Steve opened his mouth to speak but then changed his mind. He just… smiled, so you continued.

“Oh, this!” you said, picking up a vinyl. “Young Americans is such a great album, but it's so easily overlooked! People go from Ziggy Stardust straight to the Berlin era which is such a shame”

“I love David Bowie” Steve exclaimed, “But it doesn’t really seem like Eddie’s style”

“You never know,” you shrugged. “This album means a lot to me, maybe it’ll mean something to him too”

“Ok” he nodded, his attitude much calmer than before. “What else?”

You were about to grab the poster you just picked out and roll it out for Steve to see but then stopped. “Listen, I’m not dumb, ok? I know what you’re thinking. You think all of these are stupid, don’t you?”

“No! No! I’m so sorry if I made you believe that, it’s just that I- I don’t know, they don’t seem to be very… Eddie”

“I mean, I only got stuff he can use inside his room without anyone seeing. My ex boyfriend never wore anything I bought for him, like he used to say I had no sense of style whatsoever. It’s not like I believe him or something, but like… the shampoo? This poster? The plushie? The vinyl? All of these? Are just for him, no one has to see them, you know? And I think they’re really cute, I’d like to receive this… Am I being stupid?”

“No!” Steve jumped to stop you. He was confident, looking you dead in the eye, more honest and serious than before. “No, absolutely not. This is literally the best present in the world. No one could’ve come up with a better gift.”

“You really mean that?” 

“Absolutely!”

“Ok” you smiled weakly and grabbed a little black, shiny envelope. “Guess what’s in here?”

“Bobby pins?”

“Guitar picks!”

“Oh!” Stave laughed, “Ignore me, that was an obvious one”

“Yeah” you giggled along, “And they have little monkeys on them!”

“Of course they do” -

After paying for all the presents, you made your way to the car, stuffed them in the trunk and then returned for round two. It was Steve’s turn, and following your display of enthusiastic gift shopping, he was counting on you to do most of the work. And you happily did.

The next day at school, you were in your seat, leaning back as you watched your teacher call out names for the kids to come to the front and claim their gifts.

“Eddie Munson” she eventually said and the class went silent.

Your heart rate sped up. “Why isn’t he standing up?” you whispered to Steve who was sitting directly behind you.

“Do you want me to look?”

“No! He’ll know!”

“Eddie?” your teacher tried again.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry” Eddie eventually muttered and hurried to his feet. He clumsily rushed to the front of the class and stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on the big, pink, sparkly gift bag. “This one?”

“Well, it says Eddie Munson, doesn’t it? There’s a little heart beside the name, so unless you’re Eddie Munson without a little heart, then yes, Eddie, this one's for you”

“Ok, then” he smiled shyly and grabbed the bag with both hands, “Thank you”

“Merry Christmas, honey” she said and then resumed distributing the gifts.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I think my ears are melting”

“Aww” he chuckled, “Are you nervous?”

“Yes, I’m fucking nervous!” you snapped back.

“Do you want me to look? See what he’s doing?”

“Yeah” you nodded, “But don’t make it too obvious”

You’d never know how casually Steve turned around, but for whatever reason, you doubted that he had been even the tiniest bit subtle.

“He’s elbow deep inside that bag, Y/n!” Steve said with enthusiasm. “I think he loves it!”

“What if he’s disgusted and is just looking around hoping to find something that he doesn’t hate?”

“You’re being ridiculous!”

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

“As soon as the bell rings, I’m gonna need you to distract him, ok? So I can get out of here”

“How exactly do you want me to do that!?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Wrestle. Tackle him to the ground, figure something out. You fought demogorgons, Eddie’s not gonna be a problem for you”

Steve sighed loudly, but didn’t argue with you.

When the bell rang, you didn’t linger around to see how Steve chose to distract Eddie. All you knew was that it worked, as you were able to sprint out of that classroom and hide in the girls bathroom before the next class started - a class Eddie wasn’t in.

You didn’t really pay attention to anything that the teacher had said, instead just made up scenarios and thought of all the different things about your present that Eddie could possibly hate.

As soon as that class was over too, you stood up and left the building. Fairly sure there was no chance for Eddie to be already outside, you didn’t bother to hide or look around. You just walked down the main path, lost in thought, when you heard your name being called.

Before getting a chance to turn around you felt a gentle hand grab your elbow, and your breath stopped.

“Hey, Y/n, are you in a hurry?”

“No, yeah, yeah, no, I’m-” you mumbled and shook your head, “No, I’m not in a hurry, why? What’s up?”

“I blinked earlier and you were gone” Eddie chuckled, “I wanted to, I don’t know, it feels kinda weird getting this present. I feel like it’s not even for me”

“Why not?”

“No, no, no!” he jumped to reassure you, “I saw the little bat, he’s adorable, I know it’s for me… I’m just saying… I don’t know what I’m saying. Thank you!” He finally cleared his throat. “Thank you so much”

“You like it?” you asked, eyes open wide.

“Do I like- I love it, Y/n, it’s by far the best present I’ve ever gotten”

“Really, because-”

“Don’t bring up the fact that last year I didn’t get anything for secret santa-”

Your heart broke. “What do you mean? Why didn’t you get anything?”

“I don’t know” Eddie answered and shrugged, “It’s fine, I don’t mind but like that’s why I was so shocked when the teacher called my name”

“I’m sorry” you said softly, and looked into his eyes. “You should’ve gotten something!”

“I did!” Eddie exclaimed and pointed at the gift from you, “This makes up for every failed Christmas-”

“Failed Christmases!?” you whined. Your nose started to itch as tears built up in your eyes. “Do you really wanna make me cry right now?”

“No, no, no, never” he shook his head. “Don’t cry! It was just a joke!”

“I know it wasn’t, but I’m not gonna push you. Just… I’m sorry for all those things, and in case I managed to make this one eve the tiniest bit better, I’m really happy”

“You really did, thank you, sweetheart” Eddie grinned and opened his arms, “Can I hug you?”

“Yes” you laughed.

Eddie brought you against his chest in a sweet but firm embrace and when you pulled away, it seemed like he was about to say something. But he closed his mouth, waved his hand dismissively, and nodded towards his van.

“What?” you questioned, not moving an inch.

“Nothing!”

“It seemed like you were about to ask something. Is it about the hair products? There’s an instruction manual in there, in case-”

Eddie scratched the top of his head and avoided your eyes as a smile peaked at the corner of his lips. “It wasn’t about the hair things”

“Then?”

“I just… wanted to ask if you wanted to… maybe yeah, about the hair products. Like, maybe you wanted to come over? You could show me how to use them?”

“Oh!” you beamed, “Sure, yeah, I can do that”

“And the eyeliner! I always wanted to try it”

“Deal! Yes!”

After that, Eddie offered to drive, and as you made your way to his van, he started waving the bag around and sighed. “You know, this is the best present ever, but I hate that there isn’t something I can just, put on, I don’t know, wave around, like carry with me, so that everyone sees. Oh-” he belted, “The bunny ears!”

“Oh my god” you laughed out loud when you saw him put them on.

“How do I look?”

“Very… metal”

“Good” Eddie nodded and threw his arm around your shoulders. “I absolutely love them”

-

feedback makes my day? :) Thanks for reading!!!

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

ok could you write a SpencerxFem!Reader blurb where maybe reader has had a bad day so spencer comforts her calling her “pretty girl” in a non sexual super cuddly fluffy way? big fluff and cuddle fan :))

Here you go anon! Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 700

Reader: She/Her

CW: Vague depression symptoms (nothing severe or explicit), lots of cuddling and a ridiculous amount of Spencer calling you pretty girl (sorry I went a little overboard)

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His arms are the cure all. The way his hands brush your hair from your face is the best medicine. His breathing, steady and sure, can heal you from the inside out. You hardly remember the bus ride home or the walk from the bus stop to your apartment complex. But somehow, somehow you made it home and into Spencer’s arms.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” he says quietly, “we can just lay here and I’ll hold you,” he tells you, brushing your hair from your eyes.

He smiles sadly, kissing your forehead before leaning back into the soft couch. His legs wrap up with yours and your fingers lace together in a vice-like grip. Spencer holds you so close that you can feel his heartbeat in your back. It’s steady and anchors you into your little apartment.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, burrowing your face into his neck. He wears a soft cardigan and you can feel the texture of the fabric on your cheek, “I’m sorry I’m such a handful, Spence. You’ve been working so hard and then you have to come home to a weepy girlfriend,” you say, mumbling into his cardigan.

Spencer doesn’t say anything in return, making you think, for a second, that he must agree with you. But instead of untangling your limbs or asking you to give back all his stolen cardigans, he pulls you in closer.

“Don’t think for a second that you’re a burden, my love,” Spencer says, his voice firm, but kind, “you are the absolute love of my life. Holding you like this after a bad day, that’s my job. I want to do this, my pretty girl. I can’t thank you enough for letting me be the person that gets to hug and kiss you on the good days and hug and kiss you on the bad days,” Spencer tells you, his thumb sliding across your cheek to wipe fresh tears that fall.

You feel your stomach flip at the endearing term. You’ll always remember the first time that Spencer called you that, but since then, you’ve lost count. However, it never fails to remind you that Spencer is just as crazy about you as you are about him.

“You’re pretty perfect, Spencer Reid,” you tell him, kissing the corner of his mouth, that’s turned up into a smile, “I’m glad that whatever choices I made in my life it led me to you. And it’s hard for me some days— a lot of days,” you correct, “to know that there going to be happy days after months of hard ones,”

“I know, my pretty girl,” Spencer says, kissing your face all over in a quick session of countless kisses, “you were there— are there for me. After Tobias all those years ago, my mom and after prison. You were my light at the end of the dark days, so let me be yours, my love. Let me be there for you, Y/N,” Spencer says.

“I love you, Spence,” you say, turning around on the small couch to get comfortable, “and thank you for being you,”

“That’s all I know,” Spencer replies, kissing every beauty mark and spot on your face he can find, “and I’m making dinner tonight and doing the dishes. So that means my pretty girl, does” kiss, “lift a,” another kiss, “finger,” another kiss.

“Not yet,” you request, pulling the blanket down from the top of the couch, “I just want you to hold me a little longer,”

You try to spread the blanket evenly, but Spencer’s long legs stick out way past the tiny sofa comically. He wears two differently colored and patterned socks, one with Christmas Trees and the other with Jack-o-Lanterns. You smile at him, finding his long legs and mismatched socks ridiculously endearing.

“You sure, you’re comfy here, Spence?” you ask, knowing that having your feet stick out from the sofa like that can’t be very comfortable, “we can move if you’ll be more comfortable,” you offer.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be, than right here with my pretty girl,” Spencer says, holding you, as if it’s possible, tighter. And, like always, Spencer’s right, because there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

[shameboree]

hey kels i was scrolling through my dash and then i caught a glimpse of your new fallon drawing and i want you to know that i went absolutely buckwild and then i scrolled further to see the whole drawing and i'm pretty sure i squealed. kels ever since ive started following you and your art and fallon have slowly nestled yourself inside my brain its amazing how excited i get whenever u upload a new drawing. also ive noticed that i'm slowly but surely starting to sound more and more unhinged and wild like you. how the fuck do you have so much influence on me. 

ALSO i love the new fallon drawing!! you are so right blue gold and white are just her colours they fit her v well!! and i love how much texture you used throughout the whole drawing and her shoes are AWESOME!! also love the whole winter fairy-ish vibe <3

ALSO i was wondering if you could like sort of,, idk explain your drawing process on this drawing? like if you did the colouring first or the lineart and stuff bc i just love how it turned out and id love to try something similar!!

AW!!! i am so hype for my awful girl to be Enjoyed so much!! she is my favorite dressup doll i love to play barbies with her most of all heheh. also i am THRILLED that my Unhinged and Unwell nature have rubbed off on u. i know i am a Strong personality and it makes me V POLARIZING (i am either LOVED or LOATHED i havent met many ppl who are just like meh abt me. i am an Experience) and its always a DELIGHT when someone finds my feral animal traits endearing or positive and kind of picks up on them. i think because life is short that we should all be as bananas as we please at any point in time. PURE ID HERE BABY

AND TY TY!! my girl has a strong aesthetic and this piece kind of went a liiiiittle against some of that (its a lot of hard angles vs i normally give her a lot of ovals and rounded edges) but for the setting its appropriate bc im trying to give her a bit more of a """"harsh"""" or """"severe"""" vibe (like as harsh and severe as she can possibly look which isnt very). i LOVE to use texture brushes they are such an easy way to get out of drawing details myself because i am SO lazy!!

okay i “”answered”” this i GUESS technically because i typed words in response but its a whole lot of jack shit so like. here ya go. SORRY PAL. 

here are some more shoes as u can see i basically draw her in the same ones always except when i draw her in a plugsuit

OKAY THE DRAW IN QUESTION i kind of cheated on bc i literally just traced over one of my older draws i did for a very obscure au i made of who made me a princess (i am always doing such ridiculously niche shit i love to sit in my little sandbox and have no one else understand my barbie rps) BUT the process is the same as basically every draw i do like this. it is very simple so dont worry (or do, maybe)

i use 1-3 layers at a time and then immediately merge when i feel like im done and LIVE W MY MISTAKES if not!! anyway prepare to be massively underwhelmed heh

this is so funny i cant believe i literally traced my own drawing im a fuckin FRAUD im the laziest bitch i know. anyway. my sketches are way messier than this but it always starts out either scratch ass lines or color blocking w this bright ass magenta bc thats what feels right!!!!!!

HERES THE LAYERS I USED LOL i do all textures n shit as a clipping mask so actually i used 4 layers for this bc id set down one texture or pattern that was gonna overlap on a diff layer so i wouldnt have to work harder to erase and then BLINDLY MERGED to make things more difficult if actually i fucked up before that!!! work smarter not harder except when it is absolutely braindead to do otherwise is my motto

IF IM DOIN SMTH NICER like this then i usually make sure all my lines connect (this is also why i do a lot of angles and simple clear shapes when i draw) so i can set that layer as reference and USE THE FUCKING FILL TOOL BAYBEEEEE!!!!! this also makes it easier to fuck around with COLOR imho bc you can just rapidly swatch with zero efforts. i Love to take shortcuts. i Love to be lazy. i HIGHLY rec this, if i have colored smth that stays in the lines then its bc i connected the lineart and used the bucket fill underneath. if my lines dont connect sometimes ill make a temp line and erase after i filled. im dedicated. ALSO u can see here that my patterns layer is all overlapping and fucked up bc i didnt check and erase fully but i use p limited palettes in general so... IT DIDNT MATTER THIS TIME!!!!!!!!. 

anyway after all that i lock the lineart layer if i havent already and color some of the lines for some PIZAZZ. easy way to immediately fake effort i do love to do that

HERES AN ACTUALLY MESSY SKETCH:

 i do all of my fucking draws on the same canvas bc im a horrible little beast, so the only reason i didnt erase the sketch and use it for the colors layer was bc there were others on that layer already and i didnt wanna scoot them so i could cap the finished draw. i did NOT connect my lines for this one i colored like a toddler. who gives a shit we all die in the end anyway!!! 

YOU DIDNT ASK FOR THIS BUT LINELESS MY LOVE... i just color blocked for this one alas i do not have process caps, i will do that next time i draw i guess if anyone wants that!!? i typically only use a single layer for lineless- block out the shape, alpha lock, then color and carve from there. EASY PEASY!! ive shown it before but i spent all my formative draw years on v limited feature programs (mspaint, oekaki, TEGAKI MOST OF ALL) so i dont explore tools much and do what seems easiest and most intuitive to me... im sorry i dont have any sick tricks or real process i am but a feral little clown drawing in the DIRT. also here is the tegaki overlay i use whenever i am Blocked or fatigued w procreate layout. it makes me feel NOSTALGIC and INSPIRED so i do this instead of like, actually getting on tegs2

this ended up long as fuck and FOR WHAT?? its just 10 images and several paragraphs of “sorry im the laziest fucker ALIVE”

[12raben]

Les Très Riches Heures - Epic Dress Recolours

While browsing through the default database, I found some lovely defaults by asimplevampire. This is, where I came across the gorgeous Epic Sleeve Dress Mesh.

After some research I couldn’t find any more recolours for it, that’s why I decided to make some myself. And because I learned how the repository technique works, I dug deeper to find an age conversion for teens and elders. Sadly, the dress hasn’t been converted for elder females, but I found a topic at Garden of shadows, where AlmightyHat requested some mesh edits. One of them was the Padme Wedding gown. And this is where my confusion starts: As far as I can tell, the dress itself (without the epic sleeves) was uploaded at parsimonious (or a user with the same name?), then Godlimpingby added the sleeves and finally Gwenke made the changes AlmightyHat requested. Gwenke fixed some clipping issues of the sleeves, added morphs and also added a teen conversion. That topic has been inactive since 2014, so I hope, I don’t step on anyone’s toes, when I use the meshes Gwenke posted. I really want to give credit to the right people and hope I’m not over stepping my boundaries.

Well, where to look, when creating somewhat accurate clothing? Right: Medieval Art. One of the most well known pieces are the Très Riches Heures du Duc de Berry. And the miniatur for April (Avril) was the inspiration for the gowns. I didn’t make all of them (obviously), but man, how cool would it be to have those flowing robes for our male sims...? *dreamysigh* Ok. Let’s get started:

Part 1 - Les Très Riches Heures - Avril - Collar Dress

This one almost broke me. As soon as I started this project, I had the feeling, that I bit off more, than I can chew, because the details were pretty hard to get right. There is much going on on the chest and the mapping of the sleeves is... interesting. And did I mention, that I first started looking for the teen mesh, when I finished those colors? And that the textures for the mesh by Godlimpingby do not work on Gwenke’s edited mesh??? For the record: They don’t. A well. I think, I still got closely enough to like it. The dresses are available in everyday and formal category. They won’t show up on townies. I’m not that good with colors, so I hope, they don’t look too off. I like the original one the best, so I used it for the turn around picture:

This one was the first and as you can see, the teen dresses look exactly the same. All dresses will have stand-alone and repositored versions, more on that below.

Part 2 - Les Très Riches Heures - Avril - Corsage Coat

That one was much easier. I learned to use some more Gimp tools to get the drapery right. The original on the picture looked somewhat thicker, than the others, so I decided to turn it into flashy outerwear robes for noble ladies. The pink might be a little too bright, but I think it works in game. In the picture are only the ones for adults, but the one for teens look exactly the same. (I included a picture of the teen coats in the upload.) These are categorized as everyday and outerwear. I thought about, making it outerwear only, but this could be suitable for colder hemispheres, right? (By the way: This one looks especially good, when combined with Veil and Wimple.) Not townie-firendly. Anyway: Here it’s the pink glory from all sides:

I had to edit the sleeves multiple times and since the mapping is extraordinary, it had to be pixel perfect. And I had neighter the patience nor the time to make that happen. So, there are some dark spots on the right arm, but I think, it’s bearable.

Part 3 - Les Très Riches Heures - Avril - Off Shoulder Dress

There is a pattern, right? I started with the most ridiculous detail and slowly but surely wined myself down to this. But, when you look at the picture: The dress of the lady in the background is that simple. It’s categorized as casual and formal clothing and won’t spawn on townies.

And that should do the trick, right? Nope.

Since I lost my mind, when I discovered, that the textures of the original mesh do not work on the new one, I made some other recolors for the new mesh instead of fixing the old ones.

Bonus 1 - Epic Lady

I confused the lady dress with the camelot dress (both by sherabim), when naming the files, so in theory it should be named Epic Camelot (Which sounds like a cheap RPG). The waist was my biggest problem here. Do not look too closely, there is an edge in the texture.

These will show up in everyday and formal as well and not on townies.

Bonus 2 - 1400 Gown

Another instance for me to go nuts: I know, I modeled this dress after a picture, I found, when googling “medieval fashion” or “medieval gown” or something of that sort, but the link to the picture is dead. I would have loved to credit the original. It was a photo of a pretty brown haired woman. She had a big cross necklce and stood in a stone corridor. (I think, there were pillars in the background?) Ah, well. The joys of the internet... We are left with this simlish re-enactment.

The dresses are available as casual and formal wear. They do not show up on townies.

Phew. Enough is enough. I’ve been working on those on and off the last weeks and frankly: I’m sick and tired of it. lol

The textures aren’t perfect, they have some obvious flaws, but they show up correctly and look decent enough. (You have been warned.) With a mesh of that size, there is going to be clipping, but the poly-count is pretty low and it looks good imho. I will post more pictures of the dress in motion asap. Also to make up for the lack of better preview pictures. Posing sims is so tedious...

Boring, technical Information

Below you can find 2 links. One will be the separated dresses, so you can pick and choose the colours you want. The other one will lead to an archive with merged sets. Do you like all of the dresses above? Then get the merged files and plob them into your downloads folder. The only thing to consider is whether you want the teen dresses to be standalone or repositoried. This means: The standalone dresses will work on their own and do not require any other files. If you choose to get the repositoried ones (marked with “TxtRef” in the file name), you will need the dresses for adults, as they will provide the textures. Delete the ones you don’t want to have. They will overwrite each other, so there is no use in keeping them both. If you can’t stand my dramatic color choices (which is understandable), get the Single Files. Here you can pick and choose the ones you want. Same as above: Choose eighter repositoried or standalone teen dresses.

All files have been compressed, tool-tipped and dry washed. Preview pictures are included in the archive and files have been clearly named, just in case you don’t know, which ones are which. The required meshes are also included with thanks!

Credits

Yeah well, let’s go by alphabetical order(?):

Mesh:

Godlimpingby

Gwenke

Parsimonius

Textures:

Andavri

ChildOfAir aka princesspiratecat

Cynnix

Maya40

Morganna

Riekus13 

Sherabim

Download Links

Les Très Riches Heures - 12Raben - Single Files (SFS)

Les Très Riches Heures - 12Raben - Merged (SFS)

I hope, you like them! Happy simming!

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (4)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(people seem to like this for now but remember, no reblogs/comments then i’m gonna assume people lost interest. so show u enjoy this please!! <3 also someone drew fanart of Reader, check it out at the bottom! :3c)

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“Come ON Wilbur! Come with me to check out the huge village I found the other week!” shouted Tommy while making sure to get in his older brother’s way as much as possible. He figured if Wilbur was focused on him and not whatever ‘super important’ shit he was busy with then he’d join him.

Wilbur meanwhile was doing everything he could to sidestep and ignore said younger brother. Now usually he’d humor the much younger boy but Wilbur was sorta busy at the moment. There’s been murmurs of unrest within the L’manburg territory lately since new faces have joined their country. 

Apparently they weren’t happy about the fact that Wilbur was a self appointed president, and likened him to a dictator because of it since no one got a say in his leadership role. Which Wilbur thought was highly unfair. He’d fought tooth and nail for his country, so they could have and enjoy all the freedoms to do as they pleased without Dream and his cronies breathing down their necks.

Everything he did he did for his country. But he didn’t want them to see him as some unsympathetic tyrant who didn’t listen to his people. He’s not Dream, he actually listens when they speak, even when they say they don’t like his self appointed role as president. So yes, Wilbur was sort of busy with more important things than goofing off and finding some random village. But instead of snapping he just sighed and said,

“Tommy, I’m working. We’re supposed to be running a country, remember?”

The aforementioned boy let out an aggravated sigh, he knows they have a duty to L’Manburg, he’s not stupid! But he also knows they need to be allowed to have some fun now and again too! Or they’ll go crazy! And Tommy was sure Wilbur would go mad if he stayed cooped up inside all the time working! So this was his way of dragging his brother out for his own good.

But Wilbur was being especially stubborn (wonder where Tommy got it…) and was refusing to budge. 

“I don’t have time right now Tommy! Ask Tubbo or Fundy to tag along. I’m sure they’d love to go vandalize a village with you,” Wilbur distractedly said as he wrote down some notes in one of his books. 

Tommy was tired of fighting Wilbur on this and decided to hell with it, he’d just take the L this time. So he scoffed and said “Whatever” in the most pissed off teen voice he could physically summon and turned away from Wilbur and stormed out of the brunet president’s house, making sure to slam the wooden door as hard as he could on his way out. 

It seemed like all Wilbur did was mope around and WORK since they’d won independence from the Dream SMP. What the hell was the point of even FIGHTING for said freedom if Wilbur wasn’t even going to enjoy it?? 

Tommy pushed those thoughts away and went to search out Tubbo, he could always count on his best friend to follow him into some mischief! Unlike SOME people. And thankfully it didn’t take the rambunctious blond long to find his friend, and with a grin he ran and jumped on the shorter boy, making him yelp in shock and nearly fall. But then Tubbo saw who it was and started laughing and shoving the taller boy away half heartedly. But after goofing around a bit Tommy remembers why he’d searched out Tubbo in the first place.

“Oi Tubbo, come with me to this weird village I found the other week. I was gonna explore it when I found it but Wilbur said there was an emergency and I had to leave before I could,” he said as they both walked along the main path.

“Yeah sure, but why was it ‘weird’? Was it one of those ones that’s built somewhere stupid like half on a cliff?” Tubbo asked with a laugh. 

The two laughed and Tommy explained that the village just looked different? Like there was no cobble! Which was ridiculous because in his opinion that was the best part of villages was all the cobble buildings. Not that he was biased or anything like an American. 

But Tubbo just laughed and said sure, they could go check it out. He didn’t have anything else important to do today anyways. Tommy gave a triumphant ‘yeah!!’ because at least he got ONE of his friends to not be a total loser and go out to have some good old fashioned fun with him. 

Tubbo told him to lead the way so they were off.

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Many blocks away in your village you were getting out of your ‘shower’, which was really just a waterfall hidden by thick trees and hanging vines behind your temple home. But it was the best shower you’d ever used thanks to how the water fell over you in huge sheets. You’d honestly stay in it for hours if you didn’t hate being bored just standing there. But you did get bored, so you got out and began drying off.

Once you were dry you started getting dressed in your usual outfit, then once done you paused before reaching down to grab the newest item of your outfit..

Your mask.

...

After your… horn discovery the week before you’d just laid in bed all day for a couple days. Not leaving your temple for any reason, not even to shower or eat. You’d have been feeling worse if you’d actually needed food but thankfully you didn’t, so when you finally got your ass in gear and got up to bathe you only felt marginally like shit. At least you had until you went to go bathe…...

But on that first day up you’d just stared at yourself in the reflection of the water and sighed. You didn’t have the urge to cry anymore, so that was a good thing. But you also weren’t a fan of the new horns or glowing eyes you’d had since ending up here. You weren’t even sure what KIND of horns these were?? And… call you crazy but you SWEAR they were bigger than they were before your stint laying in bed..

They’d only been little nubs before, not even as big as your thumb! But now they were at least five inches long and sort of splitting at the tips? It looked weird and honestly felt even weirder what with that velvety texture covering them. You made the foolish mistake of grumbling to yourself, 

“Things couldn’t get weirder, right?”

And as if the universe heard you… you discovered a new ‘appendage’ on your body while you started to wash your body off. You’d been lost in thought, just scrubbing yourself with a soapy washcloth when you’d started reaching around to wash your back, your washcloth brushed against something protruding from the base of your spine, right above your ass. This time you didn’t start panicking, you think you were still worn out from the days previous, so instead of freaking out you just slowly craned your neck around to see if you could glimpse the...thing.

A tail. 

You blinked, shocked but also.. confused? What in the absolute fuck? Why? When?? This time there was no sobbing or breakdown, you were honestly just puzzled. Are you ever going to STOP growing animal traits or what? Under any other circumstances you might even call the tail cute. It was small, probably just smaller than your hand and about the same shape too. And the majority of the top of it was the same color as your hair, but the sides (and underside after you got curious enough to look under it) were a soft white. With how you were in water the tail looked rather unimpressive and you couldn’t identify what kind of tail it was, but if it was at all connected to the horns then maybe deer? Or caribou? Reindeer? The last two seemed more likely since those animals’ females actually grew antlers you think. 

Having to adjust to all this new shit practically every other day was giving you a headache. With a tired sigh you rubbed the area around the base of your antlers, soothed slightly by how the action dulled your headache. But you couldn’t ignore the issue at hand, so you swallowed down your unease and instead just decided since you couldn’t control these… unnatural features then.. well, you’d just cover them up or since that wasn’t possible for the horns now you’d just disguise them?

You’d been stumped for a while on how to even DO that but eventually you’d gone down to the village to feed the animals and you’d watched the armorer leave his house to get started working for the day. And you’d noticed the mask he wore pushed up on his forehead. That’s when the idea for a mask hit you. But you didn’t know how to make or even craft a mask, so you’d gone to the armorer and asked him about it. It was hard to grasp what he was saying clearly but after the months living with the villagers you’d picked up some stuff and could understand them some.

So you let him show you how to make a standard iron mask like his, though the first one he’d made hadn’t fit you in the end so he’d made a second after tweaking the size a bit so it’d fit your face right, since your face shapes weren’t the same. But you were thankful and said so after you put it on. Though the eye holes still revealed your eyes, which you didn’t like. You asked how hard it would be to put reflective lenses in them to prevent your eyes from being seen.

That question turned into the armorer calling over the cartographer, the stonemason, and the shepherd oddly enough to help him out. They were murmuring and crowding around the armorer’s workstation while you watched from the edge of the porch where you sat idly. You didn’t want to hover over them like some busybody, so you sat patiently to see what they came up with together. 

And after a while your patience was rewarded when they came over to show you the fruit of their collaboration. And it surprised you how gorgeous it was, which wasn’t fair since you had 4 skill masters working on it together for you.

The mask was actually very beautiful. 

It was a white half mask that only covered your eyes, forehead, and upper nose/cheeks but left the lower half of your face bare. And you think it was simply painted white because it felt about as heavy as iron, but the part that amazed you was how it almost looked Venetian in design. On the forehead of the mask was a golden sun, and golden floral swirls came from the corners of the mask and curled near the cheeks and sides of the sun on the forehead, making the mask look elegant and almost vintage.

But the best parts in your opinion were the glass lenses in the eye holes. They were reflective and the same colors as your banner! You don’t know how the villagers did it but the edges of the lens were a goldish orange and the color faded into a violet in the center. You worried you wouldn’t be able to see through them but when you put the mask on you realized the lens only gave things a VERY slight blue/grey tint. So slight in fact that you could fully ignore it if you wanted. 

And the second best part was some of the floral swirls actually swirled UP past the top edge of the mask and rested against your horns, giving the illusion that they were somehow part of the mask. Actually with the mask on you could almost trick yourself into thinking you were just wearing a cool looking Mardi Gras mask! 

You clapped your hands in glee and couldn’t help the excited sound you let out as you gushed and told them it was perfect! They all let out bashful happy murmurs and generally looked shyly pleased with your praise. You tried to give them each some emeralds but they refused to take them, grunting and shaking their heads each time you attempted to push the gems towards them. Eventually you gave up and resigned to accepting the mask as a gift, but you’d definitely do something nice for them later, to make up for their hard work.

…

You’d taken to wearing the mask at all times when not in the privacy of your temple. Which wasn’t very hard to get accustomed to. The mask was lightweight and the lenses honestly helped shield your eyes from the glare of the sun so win/win. And it also made your horns, in your opinion at least, less in your face. Which was good because they were definitely still growing. You could tell. And the split in the tip was now more pronounced, making you wonder if they were like… reindeer antlers? It would fit with the tail currently growing out the base of your spine, said tail that now looked REALLY like a fluffy little deer tail since the hair/fur on it had dried. 

One good thing was that your tail wasn’t long or huge and could actually be hidden relatively easily under a shawl you tied around your waist. So that was one less thing to worry about. Though your life would infinitely be easier if you didn’t have to deal with all this inhuman bullshit. But you supposed life wasn’t fair and expecting it to be was foolish. 

“At least I’m not part some weird animal like an aardvark or something…” you mumble to yourself, trying to view this whole thing in a ‘glass half full’ sort of way. 

You’d decided to relax and unwind from your recent discovery by just taking things easy for a while. First day since you got the mask and such you just chilled and started a small farm for yourself. You didn’t need the food but the process of building the farm and toiling the earth and then sowing the seeds was actually pretty therapeutic. The repetition of it all was pretty calming. Just you, your gardening tools, and the earth beneath your feet.

The days following were pretty much the same. You’d tend your garden first thing in the morning after your shower, then you’d go off to find something else easy to fill your time. You took up feeding the animals, making flower boxes and planters around the town to make it more colorful, potion brewing, and even fishing. Which was what you were doing right now actually.

You were sitting on the edge of the pond next to your temple, bare legs in the cool water and your back resting against the side of another grass block, an enchanted fishing rod you’d traded the town fisherman for sitting stuck in the ground next to you while you relaxed. The day was actually quite beautiful and nice. Sun streamed down over you from between the bamboo behind you, fluffy fat bees buzzed overhead as they hunted lazily for pollen, and you were close to dozing off.

“Hnn! Hnn! Hnnn!!”

At least you would have dozed off if you hadn’t heard one of the villagers sorta freaking out. You looked up and saw one of the farmers panickedly shuffling about at the top of the small hill to your left. You wondered if zombies got into the village again? But no it was sunny out, they’d be burning if they did. Illagers maybe? But how would they have gotten around the bamboo and prickly berry bushes?? Well there wasn’t anything else for you to do than do see what was wrong.

You put away your fishing rod, got up and dusted yourself off before hurrying up the hill after the villager. You trailed after them down the lantern lit path but so far didn’t see anything, but you perked up when you heard telltale sounds of one of the iron golems fighting something and taking damage. That put some urgency in your gait and soon you were running to see what was going on. You rush past the fletcher’s home and then the cartographer’s right after but nothing. Then you finally round the corner where the market is set up and see at the very end of the path next to the cleric’s church is the altercation. 

You sprint down the path, yelling for the villager’s to stay inside until you ring the town bell as you run past them. You hear the doors slam closed behind you and you manage to get to the problem right as your iron golem gives one last cry before getting poofed. You gasp sadly and then glare when you hear cheering. A blond boy that was shorter than you hopped down from a dirt block tower and scooped up the fallen iron ingots the poor iron golem dropped upon its death.

You were so pissed that you ignored the nagging feeling in the back of your focus that said this kid looked familiar. It wasn’t until he finally turned to look at you that it hit you. Holy shit this kid looked… and sounded.. like that minecraft youtuber, TommyInnit.. Like eerily so. You’re glad you’re wearing your mask so he can’t see the deer in headlights (*ba-dun-ts*) look on your face at the sight of him. And your shock didn’t fade with him speaking. If anything it reinforced the idea that this kid was weirdly reminiscent of that youtuber. 

“Holy fuck! You are a MASSIVE woman. Wait, who the fuck are you?!” he said in a loud tone of voice as he looked up at you. It made your eyebrows furrow. You were NOT that big! He was just short! You even crossed your arms and told him so, which earned a snicker from the little brown haired boy in dark green overalls next to him. The blond boy scoffed, looked fully offended, snarked back that you were about the same height as a ‘bloody fuckin’ iron golem!’ so yes you were huge.

You glared at the little TommyInnit look alike and instead of arguing about your height you started scolding both boys, which they hadn’t really.. expected? At least from the surprised looks on their faces (which still had the roundness that came from baby fat). The brunet rubbed his elbow and sort of toed the dirt under his feet while the blond crossed his arms and almost looked to be pouting from the scolding.

“My height isn’t the issue here! The issue is you two barging into my village, killing one of my iron golems, stealing the loot from it, and scaring my poor villagers!! What in the hell were you two thinking?” 

The blond tried to cut in, to defend himself but he barely got out the first syllable before you held up your hand to signal for him to silence himself as you snapped,

“I do NOT wanna hear it! You treat others this way?? Like they’re nothing, like their possessions and peace of mind don’t mean a damn thing?! Shame on you both!!” 

By the end the two boys looked properly scolded. The brunet wondered if THIS is what it felt like to get scolded by one’s mother, and if it was then he’d like to avoid it for the remainder of his life. And the blond meanwhile actually didn’t have anything to say, or more accurately he didn’t know what to say to not feel like he was in massive trouble.

You meanwhile were just annoyed at this point, so you held you hand out (causing both boys to give you wondering looks) before you demanded the iron ingots that the blond stole from your slain iron golem. He got all in a huff, saying he earned them and they were just ingots- but you slapped that train of thought down with an angry,

“EARNED?? More like STOLE! After you killed my iron golem! Now give them back! I have to use them to make a new golem to protect this village.”

The blond sputtered, face blooming red at being blatantly called out on his theft, before muttering in embarrassment and pulling the ingots out and practically tossing them at you. You caught them and returned them to your inventory before shaking your head at the two and saying they should leave if their only goal in your village was to kill and destroy property. The small brunet quickly spoke up and said,

“No wait, we didn’t come just to mess stuff up! We came cuz Tommy said he found this place last week and it wasn’t the usual village so we wanted to explore it.”

Your stomach churned at the name.. Tommy. This was getting weird again. Way too fucking weird. But you resisted clenching your teeth anxiously like you wanted, instead you raised an eyebrow they couldn’t see and shot back,

“Oh yeah? And how did that escalate into killing my iron golem?”

This time it was ‘Tommy’ who cut in and said it had been an accident! They’d apparently been looking around when Tubbo (you felt queasy now after hearing that name too…) started fighting a spider and Tommy came over to help him, but in the process he accidentally hit the iron golem, who got pissed and smacked him.

“I ran from the thing and towered up three blocks! I knew it wouldn’t let up so I had to kill it! S’not my fault the bastard was holding a grudge!!” Tommy said heatedly, arms still crossed defiantly.

You wanted to rub your temples in exasperation but couldn’t without removing your mask. And like hell you were showing these kids your weirdo inhuman eyes. Though… if they really were the characters from.. the videos you got hooked on? Honestly this whole thing was 10 times weirder than the stupid glowy eyes or even the horns or tail.. Like this has to be proof you’re really dreaming or in a coma or something. What other logical explanation could there BE? These kids aren’t real. Nothing here is. It CAN’T be. The real people behind these… minecraft characters? They’re not here. In this place.

Before you could do a kickflip off the edge of your sanity into a full on mental breakdown you took in a calming breath and pushed those thoughts away until you were alone to give it the proper attention. And maybe so you could have your panic attack in peace and quiet. But right now you had two kids causing ruckus in your village. So you just said,

“Yeah alright, fine. I’ll forgive you both THIS TIME. But don’t make a habit of causing trouble in my village. And you can look around and explore, just don’t steal anything or hurt any of my villagers or animals. Got it?”

The two boys nodded, happy to not have you giving them that Angry Adult Tone anymore. So you turned and started walking back to the middle of the village, calling for them to come on. You had to ring the village center bell to tell everyone everything was okay.

Both boys shared a glance before Tubbo smiled and started jogging after you, Tommy right behind him, both curious about you and your village.

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[echo-of-sounds]

such a baby

-Present Mic x f!reader-

smut drabble (with a much more dominant reader than I originally intended)

This is the first time I’m actively asking for feedback. I’ve never written a dominant reader or a rimming/pegging scenario. Any feedback is welcomed: what/if you liked it, is the tone/mood/pace okay, would you like to see more of this? Hearing from you guys helps my confidence and drive to write. Don’t like/Don’t read: rimming, anal fingering, pegging

Whimpers and whines wept from his mouth. The lustful lyrics lured you wet. But this wasn’t about you. This was meant for Hizashi, to provoke, to indulge the gluttony that’s amassed over the past weeks. He was finally home, and he was finally naked and open and perfectly presented to you.

Your lips and tongue pet over him, freely, wetly smacking with every peck. Heated skin pursed, thanking you for your tongue’s touch. Taught, trained muscles subtly loosened, anticipating something bigger, thicker.

Yearning to see his state, you straightened. The silk ribbon hid his eyes. Drool doused the sheets around his mouth. Blond hair flared across the blanket. Lotioned skin glowed. His spine bowed gracefully. You ran your hands up his back, feeling the sweat and swelter and stimulation. He was utterly stunning. 

His head turned towards you, begging in a hungry, horny plea, “C’mon…”

You used your middle finger to circle him. Saliva beaded and dribbled, approaching his hanging balls, drizzling around the pinker, sensitive skin. You flicked them and he jerked. He humped backward, trying to goad you in for more. His balls swung, spilling spit to the bed, mixing with the ridiculous amount of precum globules already there.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” You kissed his sacrum.

“Keep going…”

“I’ve missed you so much,” you hummed, kissing his cheek. They were nice mounds, even though he wasn’t a fitness fanatic. He just got lucky in the ass department.

He murmured your name.

Not holding back, you nipped his skin and pulled. A cute cherry splotched the area. You repeated the action, increasing the bite force and tugging. The sweet color bloomed across his stress-ridden cheek. You made out with the skin, mumbling, “You taste amazing.”

Hizashi jerked again, fussing for more again. “Please-”

He gasped when you gripped his helpless, dangling erection. They turned to moans as you began pumping, slicking spit and precum along him. His thighs spread more for you. “Lick me-”

You interrupted him another time, brushing your tongue over him, pressing hard, but not into, him. The soft tissue puckered and clinched. Altho he begged you refused to push in. You did lap downward, past his perineum, to his balls. They clenched from your tweaking teeth and sucking, seeking lips.

“No,” he protested, squirming his hips. “Your tongue. I want your tongue. Put your tongue in me.”

He really knew how to be a pillow princess when he wanted.

Obliging his desire, your tongue returned to where he asked. His thanks came out a la guttural moan. First, you fondled lightly, admiring his heat. Second, you washed broadly, adoring his limber, rimple texture. Then you kissed and sucked, cherishing his dulcet whines and little wriggles.

As you continued with your mouth, you wrapped your pointer finger and thumb around the lip of his head, bobbing them on and off it, earning a loud response. You wormed your tongue inside. Excitement clamped him tight: it raised his groans and satisfied him to his first orgasm.

Fingers snagged your hair. Hips ground backward, riding your face as he swelled, singing his siren song until cum rushed out and he slumped to the bed.

While Hizashi calmed, you slipped the strapon harness on and situated his favorite purple dildo in place. The eight inches were just a tad too much for you. The thickness didn’t help. But he sure as hell enjoyed it.

He laid flat. His tender cock squished under his body, between his legs, soaking in a puddle of saliva and semen. You added lube to the mix by delicately smoothing two fingers from top to bottom. Whines sounded when you circled him. They rose when a finger inched in. They peaked once both were inside, pushing down, fluently thrusting into the well-known warmth.

His groan of your name pulled you in for a kiss. A spit-coated tongue rushed into your mouth, laving, billowing, tasting needfully. “Put in me.”

“I need to stretch you.”

“No, just- fuck!” Hizashi cut off at your spreading fingers. “Just fuck me already, please.”

Regardless of the fact that his eyes were hidden, you knew exactly what they looked like: gorgeous greens and trimmed eyebrows praying to be fucked.

“You turn into such a baby sometimes.”

“Then you better treat me right.”

“Fair enough.” Using your pointer finger to guide, you slowly and gently slid inside. The pop around the dildo’s head went well, but halfway Hizashi gripped the bedsheet, moaning more distressingly than pleasurably. 

Rubbing his back, you asked, “Are you alright?”

Nails scratched your thigh. “It’s bigger… God, it’s so much bigger than I remember.”

“Do you need a break?”

“Fuck, no.”

You kissed his shoulder blade. Ignited skin warmed your lips and palms. He was quiet, still clawing. “Breathe. Breathe through it.”

He sucked in and immersed himself in your care, simply experiencing your kisses and caresses while he acclimated to the stretch. You applied a little more lube onto the dildo and lathered it, massaging his thighs and lovely bum. His breaths gradually evened. Fingers released. Muscles relaxed, allowing you to slip a bit deeper.

You planted a kiss on his neck, getting a pleasure-filled moan. You licked next with the same result. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just start slow for me.”

“Of course.” You kneeled, spread him with your thumbs, and watched the dildo sink. His snug rim formed over the shaft’s ridged texture. Each bump widened skin so hypnotically. “You’re doing perfect, baby. Just like you always do.”

Hizashi swore into a pillow once the purple was swallowed. It slithered out, drawing out his puckered skin with it, and snaked back in, seeping lube. You swayed your hips steadily. The sight of him harboring the eight inches satisfied everything you’ve lacked for the past few weeks.

“Faster.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“You really sure?”

“Fuck, yes, fuck.” His mewl convinced you.

Bearing your hands and weight on his back, you lifted and dropped harder, satiating your desires. Skin slapped loudly. It stuck sweat and shuddered his body. You found yourself moaning at the sight, speeding your lunging, “Keep singing for me.”

Hizashi raised his hips to a better angle. The first thrust produced purrs. The second: swears. The third: his quirk vibrated his curved torso, rich, hollow, and heavy, a rhythmic bassline for his groans to follow. Fingers yanked at the sheets. He propped his ass further up for more.

But you slowed, giving his breath time to catch, and leisurely humped. You palmed his thighs and sides. He clenched with your tongue-and-lip kisses. An occasional coo tempted your ears, like a sweet invite for more.

You asked, “How’re you doing?”

His response mingled into groans.

“Hmm. You act like such a baby whenever you’re fucked. I wonder how many have seen you like this.” You completely lifted then lodged fully, provoking a resonating, echoing moan. You gyrated to grind the dildo around. Hands flung to your thighs. Ignoring the plea, you pitilessly bit his shoulder blade, reveling in the woeful warbling. “But you’re my baby now, and I love you. Do you want to ride me?”

“God, yes!”

The instant you slipped out, Hizashi eagerly scrambled on top, threw himself back onto the dildo, and flung his head back, exposing his vulnerable neck as he began rolling. 

He went to grab himself, but you swatted his hand away. The flush and drool signaled how close he was. He’d probably only last two or three minutes- four if he was feeling Herculean. You chided, “I think you can cum without that.”

Despite a grumble, he listened. His cock sprung up and down with his first bounces. You petted his thighs and sides, pinching to hear his climbing-to-tenor moans that were mounting towards the teasing crest.

Every bounce jolted his voice. “Please, fuck- touch- me, fuck-”

To answer, you flicked a nipple.

More and more precum leaked. Strings formed from his wobbling cock, sticking to his stomach, stretching to yours, driveling ropes and beads between. Lube and other liquids slobbered, absolutely drenching the dildo. Filthy sloshes poured from him. His sounds and noises plagued the room, “Please! Please!”

You relented and gripped his swollen, hot, throbbing cock. Purple disappeared, sheltering inside. Nails drove into your thighs. Hips jerked vigorously. Wonton moans and his heavy, hearty chorus bewitched your mind, making you not bother quieting them as much as your neighbors would hate you for it, letting him perform his finale as he crooned and cried and released onto your stomach.

At the closing, Hizashi’s deadweight flopped forward, smearing the melting-pot of liquids. He snuggled close and suckled on your breasts, using them like a soother while the heat drowsily died. It left you wanting to just roll over and fall asleep with him cradled in your arms.

But you couldn’t do that. Both of you needed a cleaning, and he no doubt wanted a snack after two orgasms. You sighed, “Tired?”

“Yeah.”

You untied the silk ribbon to reveal his delightfully satisfied, dozy eyes. Wet lips remained attached to your nipple. You stroked his spine, watching him loll and nurse, and kissed his tangled hair. “You really do turn into a baby, you know?”

“But you love me.”

“I do.”

[luninosity]

I'm screaming, I had a dream that Seb was chosen to model a male lingerie line and then woke up and went frantically searching for the pictures only to realize they didn't exist lmao

...apparently I’m writing a thing now? so thank you for this! <333

Here’s the beginning:

#

Sebastian looks at the transparent pink fabric. And the lacy panties. And the delicate diaphanous garter. They all look back at him, expectant.

 “Okay,” he says aloud. “Why not.” Outside the rain rustles and hums, encouraging.

 He’d said yes to a modeling contract—a quick shoot, one day, one clothing line—without really reading the fine print, because he likes the brand and he honestly does sometimes wear their undershirts, lounge pants, comfortable at-home coziness. He doesn’t mind looking ridiculous, which is so often a condition of modeling photo shoots, and he likes supporting a clothing line that gives back to charity. All of that’s true.

 He hadn’t realized they’d asked for a lingerie shoot. He plays with supple silk, lets a clinging top slide over his hands like water.

 Well, he doesn’t mind. After all, he likes dressing up—and memories of fantasy-inspired coats and rings, see-through aquamarine shirts, clinging trousers, bubble up and suggest previous pleasures—and he likes looking good. He’s spent years learning to love himself and his body; it’s not always easy, but these days he kind of likes the person he sees in the mirror.

 Or in the magazine spread. Or in the news article, so many of which will likely happen after this.

 He grins. The rain grins too, in splashes and drips. Sebastian Stan, in lingerie. Being himself, and enjoying it: pretty and sweet.

 He yanks off his shirt. Tosses it at a hanger. Steps out of his pants.

 The air’s cold and his nipples get hard, sharp with chilly atmosphere and also excitement. He feels like excitement: holiday mornings, brightness, color and texture and the knowledge that he’s going to pose on camera in little scraps of lace and satin and feathers.

 He wonders what Chris’ll think. He and Chris are…something. They have been for a while now: not giving it a name, letting it be, but that’s also bright and light and feathery, like joy trailing along his bones. He falls into Chris’s orbit and Chris’s bed the way he’d once fallen into Chris’s arms on set: laughing, accidentally tripping over nothing at all during a piece of fight choreography, suddenly breathlessly aware of Chris catching him and the strength in firm arms and the heat in Chris’s eyes and the shape of Chris’s mouth when saying Sebastian’s name.

 Chris had asked whether he was all right, then. Had asked it again, both of them shivery and naked and yearning, Chris’s fingers buried in Sebastian’s body and opening him up. Making him ready. Claiming him.

 They say I love you, though they say it almost casually: I love you, I love the rain, I love blueberries, I love dogs and hiking and classic Disney movies. Sebastian knows Chris loves the world; he’s honored to be included in that love. He can’t ask for anything more. So much already. So lucky.

 Thinking of Chris, he smiles. Dressed in pale rose-hued silk, fabric smooth over his chest and clinging across his cock and balls, he steps out from behind the changing screen.

[indianamoonshine]

Chapter 7 | Superman (Ice Cream)

Summary: Every summer you work on your father’s strawberry farm with your three sisters. It’s a way to take a break from the big city but summers in the midwest are hot and they linger. This year, your father’s old and mysterious friend shows up to stay on your land for a reason yet to be determined. Din Djarin seems dangerous, but kind enough, and the two of you quickly become…well, let’s fact it…smitten.

Rating: (+18) for future and explict sexual content.

A/N: Hi friends! This chapter isn't as long as the others, but I've already got a head start on the next one!

Warnings: I can't find anything in this short chapter that would trigger anybody, so yay!

One can tell a lot about a person by their choice of ice cream.

For instance: Rhea likes honey flavored. It’s a rarity, but Scoops specializes in it. It meant she was sweet, though refined, and organic in these regards. Charlotte prefers amaretto fudge which implies she is a hopeless romantic and the kind of woman who loves vintage films (that alone says quite a bit). You prefer Superman. Maybe that meant the obvious; you’re the youngest and a little bit of a fledgling with a silly sense of humor. You like to be doused in color and leave a sweet taste on people’s lips (some say you’d do anything to please and they could be right).

And Din, well, you were surprised to find that Din ordered sherbert; raspberry and just one scoop. When you questioned his choice (not to say sherbert wasn’t tasty, but at an ice cream parlor it just felt wrong) he justified it by saying he didn’t like the texture of ice cream. Ice cream reminds me of snot, he says to you. You still haven’t gotten that out of your head (and was a bit turned off when you received your cone because of it).

Scoops is in the next town over. It’s a tourist town full of counter-culture fanatics and overlooks the stunning landscape of Lake Michigan. The beach is always packed with families toting cheap red coolers or wild young adults slathered in sunscreen. The air is light and clean with no trace of salt, but it’s a glorious kind of smell you’ve never been able to describe. Lake Michigan is something of mystery – after all, it’s one of the biggest freshwater lakes in the world -- but its appeal might be because it’s watched you grow throughout the years. The great body of water is something of a deity, all-powerful and all-encompassing in its compassion and protectiveness.

The weather is still scorching, but while the ice cream helps, it melts quickly. Along the boardwalk where Scoops is located are dozens of shops all lined up in a neat row and bustling with smiling people, laughing with one another, and arms weighed down with chic looking boutique bags. Most of the population is wealthy because of its tourism and the ridiculous economic situation, so this comes as no surprise. Charlotte and Rhea fawn over the window displays, pointing out which expensive items of clothing they wish they could afford.

Charlotte squeals upon seeing a sundress with a silhouette that she couldn’t possibly deny; Rhea agrees enthusiastically. While they gaggle, you keep your eyes on some birds that dive for pieces of corn dogs fallen upon the walkway. There was a lot going on so it was only natural that your brain retreat to idle, given that you had little to no spending money in general.

“We have to go in,” Charlotte sings to Rhea. “We have to. I need it.”

Rhea admits that she couldn’t pass up the chance either but promises she wouldn’t buy the same dress. The two of them invite both you and Din inside, but you shake your heads, eager of the idea to be alone with one another. It was a risky thing, especially considering how your feelings for Din exposed themselves upon your face like traffic signs. While your sisters certainly knew of your schoolgirl crush on Din, they’ve made no indication they suspect Din of reciprocating those feelings. How embarrassing for you.

When the girls are out of view, door closing behind them with a ring of a silver bell, Din immediately turns to you with a grin. It’s a slight grin – the kind you wouldn’t have been able to notice had it not been for your keen observation of him. His thoughts, actions, and feelings show upon his face like a stroke patient’s might – a little lopsided and faint, but still genuine. You can’t help but wonder why he’s so hesitant to show any exuberant display around anyone else. Did that have anything to do with his family? Any past relationships? Even his career? The career you had no inkling of? It wasn’t like pulling teeth; getting him to chuckle seems easy enough, but his friendliness couldn’t be mistaken for jolliness in any sense of the word.

Either way, Din is smiling – albeit, faintly – as he appears next to you.

“Were you planning that?” he teases, spooning his sherbert.

You shrug, licking the sides of your waffle cone. “I was counting on it.”

The two of you smile at one another and continue your walk with pleasant conversation. You people-watch and he casually jokes around by creating exaggerated scenarios for each of them as they pass. (“That guy in the red swim trunks and sports shades definitely cheats on his girlfriend.”) You can’t help but wonder if you sound ridiculous by the way you snort with laughter each time he says something clever, but he grins pleasantly anyway. It’s difficult to not get a big head each time you manage to get him to do anything other than monitor his surroundings – you notice he has a habit of it, despite how hard he tries to pretend he doesn’t.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna try it?” you offer, ice cream cone melting a bit down the sides.

Din wrinkles his nose but sighs after a moment, maybe weakened by your puppy dog eyes. Wishful thinking. “Alright. Just for you.”

You smile widely with satisfaction, bringing the cone up to his lips. And just when he’s about to bend down to lick the sugary treat, you push the cone onto his face. Din blinks, expression blank, and you’re afraid you might’ve crossed a line. The colorful ice cream stains his chin, dripping down onto his neck, and then soils the collar of his t-shirt. You prepare for the blow, cringing a bit under his gaping. But just when you’re about to stutter an apology and run away, Din presses his lips in a thin line to stop himself from letting out a full-bodied laugh.

“Oh, you think that’s funny don’t you?” he raises his brows in jest.

You sigh out in relief. He’s clearly amused. “Yes actually,” you quip, donning a pair of innocent and fluttering eyes.

He nods a few times, lips pursed, and humming with consideration. “I see,” he muses, hands placing themselves on your hips and squeezing.

You shriek in a fit of giggles as he pushes you gently against the brick of a nearby building. It’s cold against your skin, but nowhere near as chilly as Din’s milky lips peppering chaste kisses against your cheeks. His lashes bat against you, tickling your cheeks, and you become sticky with fruity condensed milk as the gleeful bombardment continues. His name escapes your mouth between your humored twittering. He has you pinned between himself and a wall - you are quite literally trapped - and in front of the public no less.

He wasn’t ashamed of you.

It’s almost a reaction what happens next.

Your hands lock themselves around his neck, mouth pressing against his full lips for the very first time. The people surrounding you disappear, the noise of the busy street vanishing completely. You’d expected your first kiss with him to be serious, maybe even a little awkward with graceless fumbling. But the two of you are snickering against one another, the embrace as natural as breathing. He’s cupping your cheek with the caution he’d shown this morning; he must’ve been terrified you’d crumble beneath him.

You felt like you could.

He’s holding back, and you know this because his lips are soft and slow as a wounded butterfly with clipped wing. The hand that isn’t holding your cheek has pulled you in by the hips. It’s getting harder to breathe, even if it’s closed mouthed. He spoke and the world spun - but his lips make the world sing.

You’re the first to pull away, eyes fluttering open with an uncontrollable eagerness to perceive his countenance. What you expected, you can’t remember, because when you find his eyes still closed, relishing in the kiss with a full-bodied smile, you feel nauseous with excitement. It was almost too much.

Yet not enough at all.

The napkin around your ice cream cone is soaked, but you crumble it in a ball and bring it to Din’s face anyway. You pat against his cheek, wiping away as much of the ice cream as you could while he recovers. Some of it has collected on his dense mustache and you resist the urge to laugh at that.

He nods to himself like he’s trying to get a grasp on what just happened, eyes opening with caution to gaze into yours. He looks tired, but the kind that was delicious; the kind that you look forward to remedying. You must’ve taken an energy from him.

You hope you did.

Because he took it all from you.

He lets out a breathy laugh and you place a thumb against his jaw to wipe some stray remnants from him. “I think I like ice cream now,” he jokes.

•••

The two of you manage to escape.

This is after Rhea and Charlotte come bouncing out of the store, bags in hand, and giddy smiles upon their faces. You laugh with them as they show you their purchases while Din looks on from the sidelines, knee bouncing with alacrity.

You’re weak by the kiss, the blush from your cheeks still prominent. You were positive your sisters would notice, that tonight they’d drill you with questions they already knew the answer to. Women have a way of knowing when another woman has been kissed as zealously as you just had. It wasn’t just the pink in your face that would give you away; it was the dreamy glint in your eyes, the bit of Superman that you’d missed upon Din’s cheek, and the trembling of each item they forced in your hands.

You say your goodbyes to your sisters, promising you’d be home in time for movie night, and skip alongside Din while walking to Bessie. When he’s sure the two of you are in the clear, he takes your hand and massages the space between your thumb and forefinger. Tension subsides in your shoulders.

This was new to you. You’d kissed guys as a teenager; even had a few boyfriends here or there. But that’d been years ago and none of them alighted a fire in your belly like Din has. His company was ethereal - he was made of stardust; you were sure of it. And it seemed silly - even a little frightening - that your feelings have evolved so quickly. For hells sake, you’d just met him a few days ago. Could you really be just, well, stupid? And maybe he was feeding off that stupidity for his own personal gain?

This thought alone makes you feel guilty. You try to ignore the anxiety and focus on the feel of his hand, tanned and masculine, and breathe. The smell of fried dough wafts from down the boardwalk, the tune of an old carnival song muffled in the distance by the chaos of summer. The sun was still high in the sky; it was only five in the afternoon but your body felt as though it’d been up for an entire day, weak with the intensity from such a rush of adrenaline.

Upon arriving to the car, Din opens the door for you and a bit of paint from devoted Bessie showers upon the pavement. You can’t help but wonder if he knew you’d leave early with him and the idea of bringing two separate vehicles was clouded with hidden agenda. This, of course, starts up the cycle of mental dramatization again.

Gods, why can’t you just leave it alone? Why can’t you feel something for once in your life? You’ve spent so many years hiding in the corner in fear of getting hurt – of opening yourself to be exposed to new and terminal wounds even if the process was liberating. And Din was liberating in more ways than one; in ways that have surprised you, despite how little you’ve known him.

As soon as he climbs in, you scooch as close as possible to his side. Your bravery surprises yourself, but you wouldn’t overthink it, especially when he smiles cheekily your way. You’ve leaned your head against his shoulder just before reaching for his free hand again and placing it in your lap with a tight grip.

You may get hurt later. But for now, that pain was worth experiencing. Din Djarin already seems to be worthy of experiencing.

Bessie rumbles to life but he starts for the crown of your head first, lips brushing against you, and light as a feather.

•••

If Din hadn’t been such an experienced driver, he was sure he would’ve crashed by now.

No. He was positive he would’ve crashed. It was nearly impossible to concentrate on the plainness of the road when a goddess was sitting in the seat beside him, holding his hand, and gazing out into the fields you rush past. You exuberantly point out each time there was a farm where cattle and horses grazed, their tails flicking to shoo away flies. He realizes that you love cows (“especially the brown ones,” you had smiled) and makes a mental note of it.

The house is in view now, the strawberries blooming the land with color beneath their plants’ emerald leaves. Your sisters hadn’t beat you there and your father’s truck wasn’t parked in front like it normally was. Not that it would’ve mattered that his friend was home, but Din preferred your father find out…later; when Din felt confident in your feelings for him and you felt confident in his. You were too important to risk losing so soon or even at all.

And that terrifies him.

And just when Din’s about to turn onto the road that leads directly to the house, you gasp beside him.

It frightens him. He isn’t well acquainted with your exclamations yet, so it was hard to distinguish whether your outburst is harmless or exclaimed in the face of danger. He pauses, foot stepping on the brake pedal, and lunges Bessie forward with too much exertion. Upon instinct, he reaches out an arm to prevent you from slamming yourself against the dashboard by the sudden halt.

He immediately looks to you, brows furrowed in concern, and chest heaving with epinephrine. “What is it?!” he jolts out.

You’re staring into the nearby woods with narrowed eyes, silent as a bug. The thicket and vines wrap themselves around one another, graceful in their disorganized summer. Din couldn’t find any movement interrupting the overgrowth, but he had a suspicion you’ve seen an animal of some kind. What else could have caused you to gasp so randomly?

Something pretty incredible, apparently. Because just as Din’s about to repeat himself, far more concerned with your silence than anything, you swing open the rusted door and sprint into the woods.

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[chiafett-moved]

Using all the clones from ur high school au, what kind of civ clothing do you think they'd wear?

Okay okay okay I took some time and went to TOWN on this one so clone clothes below the cut

Fox:

First and foremost, Fox has his own pinterest board. There’s not much in the way of clothes there, but yeah. 

Lots of red and black

Hoodies and jeans. Jeans and hoodies. Hoodies and Jeans

If you saw the shape of my body No You Didn’t 😁

Someone help him

Always dressed as though it’s approximately 20C. Sort of like a comic character who wears variations of the same outfit.

For someone who hates being perceived, he does wear some tight clothes

Overall, sort of unintentionally punk/emo and tired

Lip, tongue, and ear piercings

Hunter:

Also has two pinterest boards (butch AU and normal)

Cottagecore farmer. Lots of neutral tones and loose, soft fabrics

Loves knit things

Very picky about texture and fit. If it’s tight, it gets donated

Wears things until they fall apart. This does not take long

Soft, waterproof, ankle-high hiking boots that he wears everywhere

L a y e r s 

Constantly putting his hair up or taking it down

Very concerned with taking care of his curls (and for good reason; they’re gorgeous)

Farmer’s tan n freckles

Tech:

Business casual some days, absolute trash others. There is no rhyme or reason. 

If Hunter’s all about consistency, Tech is the opposite (autism vs ADHD in a nutshell lmfao)

Pockets are a must

He has a messenger bag a la Spencer Reid 

Big ol’ glasses with a thick enough lens that you can see behind him if you look at the right angle

Converse

Has these awful graphic tees from the time he went to Goodwill with Hunter

Wrecker:

Big comfy sweaters like those ones they sell at Old Navy

Walking hug with steel-toed boots

He has trouble finding XXL Tall clothes that aren’t Barbecue Dad™ so he takes what he can get 

Rips the knees of pants first

Rips the tags out of everything

Cannot match colors to save his life and hasn’t yet figured out the Hunter tactic of just owning neutral things

He has a lot of fun hats

Carhartt short sleeve shirts and jeans with sharpie and paint on them

If he can’t move in it, he doesn’t want it

Big fan of open short-sleeve button downs over tees

Constantly asking Tech to hold things for him (they get lost in the Bottomless Messenger Bag)

Crosshair:

Typical teenage boy with a side of edgy

You know those joggers with the puffy knees or the cargo pockets? Big wearer of those

Sneaker Snob

Once he dressed up for a school event and he looked so good but pretended not to notice

Big City Gay energy

Constantly has a pack of cigarettes on him, so he’s got to have a pocket for them. He’s got to have a pocket, right? I just can’t see it from here. There must be a pocket because otherwise where is he getting those he’s pulling them out of nowhere send reinforcements—

Steals Hunter’s worn-out, oversized flannels but he’s a tall bitch so they’re pretty normal on him. How is he making them look so edgy?

Dogma:

Wears the same outfit a concerning amount. Like, you don’t notice anything and then all the sudden he’s been wearing the same thing for two weeks. Doesn’t smell bad or anything, though, so ?????

Always put together, but in that way that’s kind of fraying around the edges

I don’t really know how to describe his clothes beyond a sort of vibe? Idk

He’s a really skinny guy and he loves clothes with angular shapes and hard edges, so he kind of looks like a stick figure with really cool geometric designs

He tries to look sort of formal and aloof, but it doesn’t work

His Manic Art Kid vibe is visible from space, though

He looks cute but in a freshman kind of way. Like, “aww, look at him!”

But also radiates the kind of energy that makes people highly concerned

Many ear piercings and one eyebrow piercing

Tall gangly and intimidating

Always carrying his backpack

Tup:

Basically Dogma but with softer edges and rounder shapes

The Ridiculously Well-Adjusted Art Kid

Always has paint somewhere

Looks like a mess but makes it work

Messy buns

Big fan of overalls and colorful shirts

Likes long sleeves

Converse out the ass, but in a ton of different colors

Big sweaters

People forget he’s tall and Stronk because the way he dresses makes him look small (oversized things do that)

Got his ears pierced when Dogma got his third helix, but let them close

Stacked bracelets

Echo:

Somehow soft punk meets varsity kid? He makes it work

Khaki pants but cool 

Open zip-up hoodies and comfy, well-fitting tee shirts

Sneakers only, unless he has to be fancy

Sometimes wears fingerless gloves and refuses to explain why

Undercut

No I lied sometimes he wears stompy boots just because they’re at odds with the rest of his aesthetic

Basically big calm comfy vibes without looking sloppy or informal

Will wear button downs as normal shirts with jeans

Likes to do the graphic tee over thermal shirt thing

Joggers

SKATER BOY. That’s the word I was thinking of. Soft skater boy (he and Fives both skate)

Fives:

Band tees and jeans 

Not a fan of shorts. Has anyone ever seen his legs?

Constantly has this big-ass set of headphones around his neck

Beanies

Also a graphic tee and thermal shirt layerer

Rarely not wearing jeans

Sometimes wears pajamas to school specifically to piss off teachers

Snapbacks

Paints his nails a variety of colors, but mostly black. Somehow the polish is always chipped

Big wearer of Vans, actually is a skater

Tears through the elbows of his jeans jackets falling 

Cody:

Gay smart kid. Debate team captain. Soccer captain. Looks better than you. Looks better than the teachers. Could kill you. 

He wears a lot of half-zips and khakis, but makes it look less nerdy than usual

Sports paraphernalia helps. Hard to look nerdy when the zip-up you’re wearing is from wrestling Nationals

When he wears tee-shirts, they’re always tight? Does he buy them a size small on purpose? (yes, yes he does)

Collector of those really nice zip-up hoodies with the geometric designs that make them look really nice and neat

Actually wears sunglasses when it’s sunny

Has never been seen in a hat

Neyo:

Oh god oh fuck DIY punk? He’s oh god he’s

Neyo my dear that sweatshirt is falling apart

Neyo is. Troubled and in a Bad home. His clothing choices reflect this. 

He does not want to touch or be touched and he wants to look cool doing it

Stoner kid but Spiky

And also he doesn’t actually smoke

Wears combat boots that look like they’ve seen blood

Skinny jeans bc he’s edgy and cool

Patch pants/vest

Also has a pinterest board

Bacara:

Bland depressed kid. Jeans and dark hoodies

Seriously he’s just trying to vibe. He wants to be comfy and he doesn’t want to draw a ton of attention

Black converse

Constantly has a farmer’s tan

Not a fan of short sleeves

Thinks Neyo looks ridiculous

Has never been dress coded in his life 

Seriously Bacara’s idea of spicing up an outfit is wearing like. A polo. 

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

horny horny horny thinking about knowing H has to take that pic so you slowly rub your thumb over his slit and jerk him off since the camera can’t see you

You hadn’t been able to keep your hands off him since you both got out of the shower; there’d been too much foreplay within the steamy, dangerously close proximity for you to withhold any longer.

It’d started innocently enough with him helping wash down your back with a sudsy loofah as you massaged shampoo into his sopping curls. He hadn’t meant for it to escalate the way it did— he just wanted it to be a nice couple activity that would help both of you unwind from the recent stressors that had been set on the world’s shoulders.

Harry had pulled you close under the drizzling stream of warm water, working the soapy sponge down the curved line that accentuated the center of your spine, rolling it in lazy circles across the dip of your back. His head had nuzzled into your damp neck, mouth pressing to the mellow pulse, the skin of his lips rubbery and squeaky against your own.

You had squeezed out a decently sized glob of shampoo into the palm of your hand, slowly carding your fingers into his matted ringlets, starting at the nape of his neck and working the product upwards tenderly into his scalp.

The soothing motions of the pads of your digits had made his knees buckle slightly, a gurgley, raw moan elbowing its way out from the back of his throat without his permission. “Fuck, that’s so good, baby.”

The vibrations of the deep groan had sunken into the flexing tendons of your throat, radiating through your entire body and burrowing into your bones. You’d nearly collapsed in his lean arms right then and there.

You get the feeling he could sense the impact it’d had on you due to the way his forearms had tightened around your torso; it was like he could sense your limbs about to give out into him.

Your lips had flushed against the penetrating thump echoing in his temple, your fingers winding harder into his hair until he released a tiny, guttural whimper. Your voice had come out as a wispy mumble, drunk on the sensation of his nails gently scraping up and down the fleshy mounds of your hips. “Missed this.”

Harry’s nod has been slow and numb, his eyes lulled shut and mind half submerged in the comforting heat exchanging between your tangled bodies, also lost in the pattering of the water working the knots out of his tense back. When he spoke, his words were a low and jumbled hazy mess, accent slathered thicker than usual. “God, I fucking missed you.”

A fond, flattered smile had wrestled with your cheeks. “Yeah?”

“So much— more than anything.” Harry’s lips had started rubbing against the faint outline of your collarbones, the breath of his sentences searing your skin with pinpricks of pleasure. “Missed your smell and your smile and how pretty you look when you sleep. Missed the way you snort when you laugh too hard and the way you tuck your hair behind your ears when I compliment you because they get all hot.”

Your feet are suddenly swept from under you, sliding backwards across the slippery tiles as Harry’s arm lifts you off the shower floor just enough to easily glide you towards the nearest wall.

The marble is freezing cold when it hits your back, causing your nails to instinctively rake into his scalp. He seems to enjoy it, obvious in how he pools an appreciative hum into the alcove at the center of your jugular.

He draws back a bit and plunks his forehead to yours, eyebrows furrowing as his lashes flutter and intermingle with your own, muted green irises dazed. You can feel the creases that form between his brows tickle your wet skin.

A sheepish murmur burns your cupid’s bow. “Promised myself I wouldn’t make this about sex so quickly.”

You gift him a gradual bat of your eyes, tongue peeking out to stifle some of the itching running across your upper lip. “Why’s that?”  

The way you’re ogling up at him with that innocent doe-like gaze is wearing away at the scarce traces of sanity he has left. He swallows thickly, gnawing at the inside of his cheek to reign in some control, his eyes softening with affection. “Hadn’t seen you in so long that I just wanted to spend some quality time together. Don’t want you to think I’m with you just for the shagging.”

You burst into a round of airy laughter, head falling back and thunking hollowly against the speckled black wall of the bathroom. “S’not really a problem to me given that the shagging is pretty good.”

Harry’s swollen, tinted lips break into a sly grin of their own, the tip of his nose streaking across yours in an intimate, light-heated gesture. A boyish giggle flutters in the back of his throat, two front teeth tugging at his lower lip thoughtfully. “It is really fucking good, isn’t it?”

You mirror his action as images of past nights flicker behind your eyes like pages of book— an extensive, very heated, very graphic novel. “So fucking good, honey.”

His eyelids droop over his dilating pupils, cheekbones blossoming with various shades of red and pink at the use of one of his favorite pet names, the light hairs along his tan arms tingling. “Love how that sounds coming from your mouth.”

You thumb over his small ears, paying special attention to the sensitive shells. A shiver wrings across his broad shoulders and you coo a feathery laugh at his expense. “How long’s it been, again?”

You knew how long— you’d been counting the days from the moment he stepped onto the plane. However, hearing him say it himself made you feel comforted, in a way. It was nice to know that he’d kept track of it, too, because it meant he had missed you just as much as you had missed him.

Harry’s brows cinch yet again as he recalls all those hard days jumping around hotel rooms and sleeping in empty cold beds without your body heat to get him through the difficult nights. His response comes out as a pained sigh. “Two months.”

You nod your head in sympathetic agreement, tucking a rouge damp curl behind his ear. “Two months exactly. So with that taken into consideration, you can see why I’m not against you fucking me sore as soon as possible…”

His eyes fly open at your crude remark, pupils blown way out of portion as the light olive color inks a darker emerald hue. “Jesus Christ, you’ve got the filthiest mind, y’know that?”

Harry pries an arm from around your waist, the textured pad of his index finger tracing delicately along the curve of your bottom lip. He expresses his thoughts aloud, tone one of awed need. “Such a pretty mouth with such a dirty fucking tongue. Daydream about it constantly.”

You part your lips, coaxing the digit inside and just barely biting down on it teasingly. “Yeah? What do you think about?”

A breath catches in Harry’s throat, veins chiseling into existence as the muscles beneath grow taut with aroused angst. He has to force the words out, feeling the sour aftertaste simmer his sinuses. “I think about shoving myself down your throat and watching you take every inch while your eyes water. Think about guiding your head with a fist in your hair while you moan around my cock and beg for me cum in your mouth.”

He pauses for a second, mouth ghosting over yours, the corners twitching with playful smugness as he notices the air struggling to leave your lungs. “But mostly, I think about that dreamy little smile you get when I tell you what a good girl you are for me. Y’know the one, right? That wispy grin you give me despite the fact that your mouth is full.”

You lick over your suddenly chapped skin, having trouble swallowing with a dry throat. You manage to croak out a measly phrase that is hardly enough to communicate the raging in your lower belly.

“Need you.”

Harry’s too cocky for his own good and he’s well aware of it, but he can’t stop himself from making a mildly arrogant comment— especially not when he knows how much it gets you going.

“Need me to what, darling? Use your words.”

You give a rough yank to the curls along the back of his head as revenge for his condescending attitude, pushing down the way it makes your stomach boil. His neck jerks back, exposing his flexing throat and sharp jaw, a self-assured smirk jolting the edges of his ridiculously beautiful mouth. He releases a teensy hiss at the harsh actions, which slowly molds into a round of tempting chuckles.

You swallow down your pride and speak up.

“Need you to fuck me. Please.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You both rinse off hastily, making sure to get rid of all the soap and shampoo to avoid embarrassing rashes interrupting the hours of exertion that are sure to come.

You’re out in less than ten minutes, Harry standing before the mirror shaking out his tangled curls with a thick cotton towel as another one barely clings to his waist, back muscles contracting and stretching with his movements. His tanned skin seems to glow under the fluorescent lights of the washroom, dark tattoos prominent and alluring, especially along the prominent structure dipping downwards from his hips.  

You dry off as quickly as possible, not being able to resist the urge to touch him in some way. Your lips are on his pulse in an instant, the palm of one of your hands delving under the linen cloth and running along the underside of his shaft. The feeling of him plumping in your cupped digits has your eyes rolling shut.

A conceited whisper plucks at your ears and froths the pit of your tummy. “Forgot what a desperate little thing you are.”

“Just hurry up.”

Harry twists around and tosses the towel he’d been using on his curls onto its designated hook, finger-combing his locks up into a miniature ponytail and tying it off with the pastel pink velvet scrunchie you had left discarded on the bathroom counter. “What’s that one line about patience being a virtue or summat?”

“Well, I don’t wanna wait.“

He turns to face you, reaching up to cup your face gently with his large hand, squeezing your jaw jokingly and kissing the tip of your cold nose. “Well, you’re gonna have to. I have to take a picture to send to Zane Lowe for the interview tomorrow.”

You kink an eyebrow upwards, curiosity momentarily stifling the need to feel him pressed up against your stomach. “Right now? Fresh out of the shower?”

Harry gives a casual shrug, one end of his mouth curling into a nonchalant simper. “The faster it gets done, the better. Plus, I get the feeling I won’t be leaving the bed for a while so it’s best I do it now.”

Your fingers tighten around the base of his prick, the coarse, neatly trimmed hair of his pelvis itching your skin. “Fine.”

He reaches for his phone, opening up the camera and pointing it at the mirror, making sure to keep the reflection of his bare ass out of frame, as well as the hand tugging him off beneath the sink.

You thumb over the head of his cock, collecting the precum pearling out of the tip and using it as lubrication to speed up your pace.

Harry’s entire body jerks in response, jaw clenching and collarbones straining his skin. His arms are shaky and he’s cursing under his breath as he tries to snap an appropriate photo.

“Just take the picture, H.”

“S’what I’m trying to do but it’s a little hard when something else is demanding my attention in such an insistent way.”

“Take it or I’m going to drop on my knees right now and you’ll have to apologize to Zane and the team tomorrow.”

He captures a quick, somewhat half-assed image with his face hidden behind the phone— the teeth marks littering his lips would cause a catastrophic earthquake within the media.

His phone ends up in the towel hamper, his leftover towel ends up on the floor, and you end up getting exactly what you wanted.