#this design has been in my head for a while

[delicatebarness]

Extremely cracky but I am cackling at the thought of Thunderbolts endcredits(/Doomsday?) Bucky and pregnant reader hanging out with other heroes and the topic falls on everyone's hero suits and someone asks reader what she thinks of Bucky's new suit and she goes "Well, does this answer your question?" and points at her belly because he absolutey knocked her up when Bucky fucked her still wearing the fit.

If you want to make it smutty it can always include a flashback. 🤷‍♀️

in the suit?! | bucky barnes

Summary: ^^ Request

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI | Possible Thunderbolts* Spoilers | Smut | Detailed Open Door | Dirty Talk | Innuendos | Are we still saying John Walker as a warning? | Choking | Pregnant Reader | Mild Language | Alcohol Use | Suit Kink

Word Count: 965

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this. And getting to stare at clips of Bucky in the suit as references. Thank you. Ps-Gif has nothing to do with the one shot, but fuck.

Everything: @hallecarey1 | @pattiemac1 | @uhmellamoanna | @scraftsku35 | @ozwriterchick | @sapphirebarnes | @rach2602 | @thetorturedbuckydepartment | @lanabuckybarnes

Present:

Your post-mission debrief had somehow turned into a party—beers around a bonfire, with s’mores. Yes, someone had brought s’mores. It was Bob. You half suspected that he’d googled ‘what do friends do for fun?’ on the way back to the tower.

You were sitting on a lawn chair, mocktail one hand, the other absently rested on your stomach—the baby bump very much obvious at this point. Behind you, Bucky stood with one hand on your shoulder and his vibranium hand wrapped around a beer while he looked like he wanted to re-enter the void any time anyone got too loud.

And naturally, Yelena got loud.

“Okay, here’s the real question,” she called out, waving her beer bottle around the team like a sword. “Which one of the ‘new’ Avengers has the best suit?” 

“That’s so subjective.” Ava groaned.

“Exactly my point,” Yelena replied. “Subjectively, it’s me.”

Puffing out his chest, Alexei snapped. “I will ignore this insult and remind you of this iconic design!” 

“You literally squeak when you move,” Walker said. 

“You squeak emotionally.” Ava scoffed, taking a swig of her own beer bottle.

Walker pointed toward Bob. “What about him? Dude’s got like, three different fits.”

Bob smiled politely, yet his hand visibly trembled. “Thanks… I’m molecularly unstable.” 

Then suddenly, all eyes turned to Bucky.

Including yours. 

How could they not? The matte black suit. The red star. The arms. 

After a beat of silence, someone—you think it was Ava—looked at you and said: “What do you think of Barnes’ new suit?” 

Bucky froze. His hand tightened against your shoulder. Slowly you lowered your mocktail, raising your brows toward Ava.

“Well, Miss Starr,” you gave your swollen stomach a gentle double tap. “Does this answer your question?” 

In surprise, Yelena dropped her beer into the grass. Alexei smiled, until the realisation flashed over his eyes and he clutched his chest like he’d been shot. Bob blinked rapidly in your direction, as though he was running a diagnostics. Walker let out a bark-laugh, quickly turning it into a full wheeze. 

“No. Nooo,” He shook his head, the laughter still ringing through your ears. “Are you saying—Wait—in the suit?!” 

You smirked, and shrugged your shoulders slightly. “Didn’t even take the glove off.” 

Bucky’s eyes widened. 

Three Months Ago:

The safe house door slammed behind you. You barely crossed the entryway before Bucky had you pressed against the wall. His breath was hot, his body humming with some leftover tension from the mission.

He was still in his New Avengers suit—matte black kevlar clinging to his body like a sin, his dog tags swung with every move, and his arm plates clicked together.

You barely had time to catch a breath before his mouth crashed into yours. 

“Are you going to keep the suit on?” you murmured between kisses, fingers tracing the lining of the red star embroidered into his right arm. 

His teeth pulled at your bottom lip. “Are you complaining?” 

You weren’t.

Instead, you desperately tugged on his belt.

He growled.

And before you knew it, your legs were around his waist, his arm braced under your thighs. His vibranium hand reached up to cup your cheek, trailing his lips over your jaw with a ragged breath.

“You’ve been staring at me in this thing all damn day,” he hissed against the shell of your ear. “Did you think I didn’t notice, babygirl?” 

“Maybe–Maybe I wanted you to.”

In response, he ground his hips against you—still dressed, but the feel of him had you clenching around nothing. Bucky didn’t rush. He never did. He made you feel it. He made you feel him. And every ridge of his suit, the inches of him still layered between you.

Finally, he freed himself, and you let out a sharp gasp at your underwear being shoved aside. “Don’t hold back, sergeant.” you breathed, fingers entwining in his hair, pulling the strands. 

And he didn’t.

With one hard thrust, he was buried to the hilt—dragging out a broken moan from the back of your throat. He was rough, relentless. His hips snapped into you, driving you like he was proving a point.

He let your name fall from his lips. 

The suit creaked with every movement, and his gloved right hand tightened around your thigh. His grip was bruising. His left hand found your throat—firm, grounding. Just enough to make your vision blur—not enough to lose control.

“You take me so good, baby,” he panted. “Fuck—you’re so tight, can feel you everywhere.”

Unable to form words, you gasped. High-pitched, wrecked whines of: ‘Harder—’. Pushing your chest out, you felt his dog tags swing between your breasts with every thrust.

Bucky’s fingers found your clit—still gloved, the textured leather moved over your skin toward the sensitive nub—rubbing tight, delicious circles. 

You screamed his name.

Your body shuddered against him, vision turning white at the edges as your orgasm washed over you. Bucky’s hips stuttered, groaning deep from his chest as he spilled into you. His forehead pressed to yours. 

He didn’t let you go.

Breathing hard, you clung to him.

Present:

“So, just to confirm,” Walker continued to laugh. “Bucky Barnes, the Winter freaking Soldier, turned into a thirst trap and you said ‘yes’ without any hesitation?”

“I said ‘harder’, actually,” you corrected, taking your mocktail straw between your lips.

Bucky muttered under his breath, looking up to the sky, up to the stars. “You tried to, at least.” 

Yelena collapsed into Ava’s shoulder. “I never want to see that suit again.” 

“I’ll be seeing it again, tonight,” you said sweetly, standing up to make your way toward the bathroom. Patting Bucky’s chest as you pass. “Pizza first, though. I’ll need the carbs.” 

Bob blinked. “Should–Should I get more s’mores?”

“Yes, Bob,” the New Avengers said in unison.

___

[neeeooon]

Hii!! I was recently reading the "when your lazy" and I was wondering if you could do one where their overly energetic like shidou?

❤️🫶

yes! here’s the lazy post (cause it’s been a while..) i decided to use the same characters so i hope you don’t mind!

when you’re overly energetic

bf bllk x gn!reader who is shidou-like. crack, slightly suggestive (it’s shidou..). pray for them x

itoshi sae

-> oh you just know he’s sick of your ass

-> but he loves you so much. even when you sleep on top of him, sprawled and snoring like a middle-aged dad. even when you pinch his ass in public. even when you bite and lick him when you’re bored

-> “y/n,” sae says, tired, when you excitedly reveal your newest purchase. “what do you think? do you love it?!” it’s a shower curtain. with his face printed on it. “how… do i even wanna ask how much that cost you?” “nope 😋”

itoshi rin

-> he has designated hiding spots around the house for when you get overly energetic

-> he’s in the bathroom one day when you slam the door open and make him drop his phone in surprise. “honeyyy, guess who’s back from the stooore!!”

-> just sit there in defeat with his head in his hands as you hop onto the counter and tell him about your day, as if this is the most normal couples activity

-> though, at the end of the day, there isn’t anything he can do about your quirks but accept them. he makes sure to lock the door after that encounter, though

mikage reo

-> he loves when you get energetic and excited around him. in his head, that just means you’ve accepted him and believe he matches your freak

-> you do test him sometimes, though. like when you put your smutty audiobooks on while driving and roll your windows down at red lights. he’d think it’s hilarious if he wasn’t sitting in your passenger’s seat and accidentally making eye contact with every other driver who has their window down

-> “we should try that at home!” you announce loudly right before the light turns green, and reo can’t help but cackle as you speed away like the police are chasing you. at least life is never boring with someone like you

barou shoei

-> “y/n.” “i wanna taste you.” “i asked if this shirt looks good.” “i know.” “…”

-> cannot take you ANYWHERE. you love causing scenes and being loud and asking him the most inappropriate questions to watch his cheeks get pink

-> he’s checking out at the counter while buying alcohol, which requires an id check, when you drop 1 and 7 candles on the belt. “for my birthday party! love you, baby!”

-> you are not seventeen. the cashier doesn’t know that. barou just rubs his forehead and flashes a photocopy of your license (because he always has to be prepared when leaving the house with you) to the worker before he can call the police. “excuse them.”

kunigami rensuke

-> he’s cautious and watching your surroundings to make sure you don’t accidentally hurt yourself (or someone else) when you’re being overly energetic

-> “can you toss me like a pancake when we get home?” chokes on his water and looks around to make sure no one else heard you. “huh?” “it seems like it’d be fun! then we can build a pillow fort on the bed and you can throw me at it like an angry bird.”

-> he isn’t quite sure what to say to that, but you look so serious and excited about your request, so he smiles. “sure. we can play angry birds when we get home.” “yes!”

oliver aiku

-> absolutely LOVES your energetic side

-> you wanna stay up all night, hyped on monsters? he’s chugging them beside you. want to climb him like a tree? oliver treats it as an exercise warm up

-> loves when you say shit out of pocket. “i wanna be inside you..” and he’ll just grin at you and kiss your face and be like “mm okay, cutie.”

[gyri-residue]

cursory research on god*jesus robot -or- uranai robo :

this little critter , with a carapace of plastic and entrails of silicon , wires and weak metal alloys , was released by bandai japan in nineteen-eighty-four . a fortune telling robot coated in a thick , shallow and strange veneer of sterile-marketable christian iconography . from what i've been able to surmise through limited research-scowering websites , reading words , viewing images and deducing connections between it all-of course it's undeniable and obvious that uranai robo is a simple , purposefully ephemeral novelty toy , especially reflected in the intended use of the toy as the user is meant to wish-pray to uranai robo and recieve one of four simple and incredibly vague responses . an interaction just as shallow as the toy's design and iconography .

(below) uranai robo's printed box instructions (left) and smile two monstrosity puppet articulation appreciation as filler because i hate tumblr mobile post architecture auto-structuring of making a lone image in a row of post format space so freaking huge and obnoxious and ugly !!! >:( ugh , anyways , a post of smile two monstrosity puppet articulation appreciation is slowly boiling into being in my drafts , channelling the absolute rage which festers within me over its being almost entirely cut from the fiiiilm !!! >_< (right , unrelated)

directions of use : 1) stand before god*jesus , 2) clap and clasp your hands in prayer , 3) make your wish-seek guidance from god*jesus . 4) god*jesus responds .

uranai robo has four repsonses to the supplicant ; two of them being head nods of affirmation-confirmation-motivation , one of which being gentle and the other stern . the other two being head shakes of denial-skepticism-trepedation , again one being soft and the other more assertive .

(below) images on uranai robo boxes depicting little demonstrations of how to use the toy .

the demonstrations on the toys' boxes are an interesting point of fascination for me , begetting frantic speculation spurred on by the absurd vagueness of the story presented and the way such uncertainty feeds into my schizoaffective nature . i'll save these readings and analysis for an addendum to this post as i want this post to stand on it's own , primarily , as a resource for uranai robo-based education . though , in regard to speculative lore analysis of the box demonstrations , i'm particularly interested in the nigh-complete and total distillation of an intimate interpersonal relationship into its barest , shallowest elements-quarks .

the curious aesthetic beauty of a godless machine* made with the sole and tired purpose of novelty , marketability and profit , nothing deeper , nothing more . *the word machine used as lightly as possible , uranai robo is still a simple toy after all , 'trinket' would be an apt descriptor .

their are a few delightful color varients , (below , left) uranai robo sporting a warm , gentle orange . notably weilding a cross . perhaps a weapon ??? (below , right) uranai robo clad in such a soft and beautiful pink

(below) uranai robo encased within their protective styofoam shelter , probably saying something along the lines of 'th-this is my hole ! it was made for me !'

(above , left) uranai robo freed from their veritable sarcophagus . (above , right) beauty shot .

what a strange thing to become hyperfixated upon , was upset with the initial post as it centered uranai robo as its sole subject while simultaneously containing literally ZERO information whatsoever on uranai robo , simply posted for aesthetics-which is not at all any amount of shade to the original poster !! all love to you sandmandaddysixtynine <3 , drove me into a frenzy scowering for information and learning more of this beautiful little fucker , and i must thank you immensely for it , this drive has been such a beautiful change of pace :,)

sources : shop listing on mercari , blog on medium created by margaret wallace at the tail end of twenty-eighteen , the old robots website , blog on playing in the world game ᵃˢ ᵒⁿᵉ of which i've sadly been unable find any information regarding when it was published and who created it further than the penultimate sign-off of 'the wolf has spoken' .

[devnmon]

elegant and erotic

astarion x fem!reader

Summary: You ask Astarion for help putting on a dress, but he has another idea brewing when you're alone with him.

warnings: quickie, cumming inside, piv sex, dirty talk

word count: 1.8k

a/n: drops this. runs away to my final exam study session. i came up with this idea (a while ago) and it's rotted my brain so much that it's now a quickie fic. enjoy xx

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Stupid. Godsdamned. Dress. 

How in the hells did you get this on at the shop? 

You were already sweating from the layers of makeup painted on in the early morning. Now you couldn’t figure out which strap went where and how you were going to be comfortable in it all night long. 

Stood in a cluttered bathroom, you hadn’t even wanted to put the dress on your body yet. Whose idea was this perplexing design?

With it still left on the hanger, you padded over to the door and cracked it open an inch, your eyes darting around to the individuals that were still in the room. Mostly everyone was tending to themselves, except for one who wasn’t, in the corner of the room, checking his nails. 

Astarion. 

Your gaze dropped to the floor. Maybe you should just figure out how to put the dress on by yourself rather than bother the silver haired elf. Who you’ve been attracted to since you could remember. Called you darling and never left a bruise when he fed from you.

Risk putting it on wrong? Ripping a hole in it? Shit. No. His fine tailoring… 

No, you’d just have to suffer through the way he made you feel for his help. 

“Psst. Astarion. Astarion!” 

His elven ears twitched at your call, attention immediately catching you peeking out from behind the bathroom door. 

“Yes, darling? Something wrong with your dress?” 

You almost melted hearing it again.

“Yes- Well- no, nothing’s wrong with it. I just.” You sigh, “I’m having a hard time getting it on. Could you help me?” 

Astarion’s mouth ran dry.

Help you into your outfit? Touch you? 

He’d be hard pressed to refuse you anything. 

“Of course, dear. How could I say no?” 

Would he really be the first one to see you in the finished product he put every inch of his skill into? 

Gods, he felt so honored. 

Reluctantly you stepped backwards, opening the door for him to enter, and he slipped into the room faster than light. You were still in just your undergarments, standing awkwardly by the sink. 

All of his strength was dedicated to not letting his eyes wander on how your breasts sit so perfectly in the brassiere, and your waist, ugh, your curves. As if the gods made you with every intention of ruining him. 

Astarion clears his throat and walks over to where your dress hangs over by the wardrobe. He stops for a moment, admiring the perfectly tailored dress that was made to fit your body specifically. 

What a piece, he thought to himself. If he’d have known you were the recipient of such a garment, he would’ve taken more care with his stitching and made sure it was easy for you to put on. Although… he’s not completely upset about it. You’ve got him in an isolated room asking for his help putting your dress on. There was nothing more perfect than that. 

He unzipped the material and turned back to you. 

“Here, darling. Step into it. Much easier than trying to fit it over your head.” 

That name. The one he called you on many an occasion. It was your favorite, but he needn't know. 

One of your hands grasped his shoulder, stepping into the garment carefully. You almost stumble into him, but quickly catch your balance. Shame you didn’t, it would’ve been another excuse to have his hands on you. 

Astarion can’t ever forget the moments he’s flirted with you here and there, ever so lightly as to leave room for you to make a move if you so chose. But after this morning of getting ready had passed, he probably wouldn’t get the chance to ever see you in this dress again. 

Situated around your waist now, he greedily runs his fingertips down your back, his cool skin a stark difference to the heat field bathroom. You tried and failed to hide the shudder that ran up your spine, letting a smirk grow across his lips. 

Astarion’s fingers slipped around your waist, dragging upward as he did the zipper. 

“You know, you look most ravenous in this dress. A shame I won’t get to see you in it again after today.”

His compliment threw you off guard, especially when he used that sultry tone. 

“Truly a shame,” he started again, “I’m planning on etching this vision before me into my mind for a later time.” 

Astarion’s nose brushed against the side of your ear, taking a long inhale of your scent. With the way he exhaled, it was most satisfying to his senses. Your eyes met in the mirror, before you pulled yours away, afraid you’d blush and blow your cover. But little to your knowledge, it had already been gone. 

You turned around to face him, knowing smirk already plastered on his face. Those red eyes darted downwards and then back up to your face before licking his lips. 

His hand snaked around your waist again, pulling you flush against his body with nowhere to go but closer to him. 

“Astarion… what’re you doing?” 

“Don’t act like I can’t smell the lust in your body growing every second we’re in here together. And we both know you didn’t invite me in here just to help you dress, darling.” 

There’s that name again. Bringing a blush to your cheeks. 

This was it. You were already putty in his hands. Time to make a move. 

“It would be most devious to get up to anything right now. but… you’ll be so busy later, I'm not sure if you’ll even see me in the crowd of men wanting to dance with you.” 

“Oh, shut up, Astarion.” 

You gripped the collar of his ruffled shirt and closed your lips around his. Just as you thought, sweet like rosemary, the same way he always smelled. The way he kissed, with a hunger but still tenderly, was something you fantasized about as well. 

Gods, he was good at it. 

His other hand gripped your side as well, spinning you around so his behind pressed against the side of the sink. Pulling you in again, one of his hands traveling down past your behind to hike your thigh up onto his body. 

“I’ve been thinking about this- you- for ages…” You speak, pulling away from his mouth for a moment. 

“The way you look right now… makes me want to wreck you. Smudge your makeup and mark your pretty skin up with my teeth.” The vampire said in reply, pushing the length of fabric up your leg, revealing your supple, soft skin. “Wondering ceaselessly what it feels like…to be inside you…” 

His proximity along with those words had you clenching around the hot air between your bodies. 

“Feel this?” He took your hand, placing it upon the outline of his hardened cock. “It’s just for you.” 

“I want you… to fuck me… here… right now…” you panted. 

Astarion’s palm ran up your sides, grasping at the supple flesh of your breasts. It was easy to slip the other between your legs, finding you completely soaked already. 

“Since when did you become so naughty?” 

“You just do it to me…” 

“And all ready to take me… seems you’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?” 

When you nodded, he said nothing else, reaching for his belt buckle and undoing it with haste. He was already hard as it seemed, the moment he saw you in his dress. Along with how badly he wanted to see it on the floor. But fucking you in it? He’d be fine with that, too. 

His cock sprung up, already hardened and eager to find solace inside your walls. You knew he was just as eager when you felt his tip at your entrance, sliding through your slick folds and over your clit to tease. 

“Astarion.. Before we… you can’t make a mess of me like this…” 

“Guess I’ll have to come inside then…” Astarion smirked, pushing inside torturously slow. 

The delicious feeling of him splitting you open was followed by a louder than desired sound exiting your lips. The elf knew this would happen, placing his hand over your mouth and lowering his voice as he bottomed out inside you. 

“Shh, my love. We wouldn’t want everyone to hear what we’re getting up to in here, now would we?” 

You shook your head in reply. 

“Good girl.” 

He’s lucky his hand is there to muffle the pathetic way you moaned from his praise. 

When he slides back out, angling himself differently and pressing back into you, he kisses the sweet spot inside you like a cherub with an arrow. His thrusts start slow, letting you adjust to him, then picks up speed with your leg around his waist. 

Astarion’s grunting is in time with each drag of his cock along your walls, already sending you into a blissed out state. You’re bouncing on his cock, and you can’t even register it in your mind yet. How did you get here again? Something something help with your dress? Your mind closes off to any other thought than the pretty elf. All you desire now is to ride him till you see stars. 

No doubt in your mind Astarion’s hips are talented with the sparks shooting through you at every next thrust. 

“You’re… so… beautiful… fuck… love seeing you absolutely ruined in something so perfectly crafted.” 

You move his hand out of the way to whisper, “Wouldn’t want anyone else to make dresses for me… you have every measurement of my body…” 

The quick slapping of skin turns feral in a flash when he reaches down to toy with your sensitive clit, triggering your walls to clench around him and spur him on even further. 

“Mmh…” you muffle your moans as best you could before uttering, “I’m going to… Ah- I’m–” 

It only takes one more flick of his thumb over your clit and you’re toppling over the edge, encouraging him to do so as well with every rhythmic pulse over his length. 

“Ah.. ah… Darling, I’m coming…” 

His cock presses fully into you, noticing it twitch with release as his warm cum fills you to the brim. With no time for pleasantries, he pulls out, knowing you’d be keeping him inside you all day, whether physically or not. He kisses you again, moving a lock of hair out of your face and then placing one on your cheek before carefully smoothing the long tresses of your gown. 

“There. Like nothing even happened.” He admires how you look, even if he wouldn’t get to savor it for long. 

“I’m sure my flushed cheeks will say enough after you walk out of here.” Your gaze doesn’t leave him, heart still pounding in your chest as he tidies himself up. Grabbing a bottle of hairspray, he does one quick layer on his hair and blots his face and yours with a setting powder. 

“Much better. I’ll let the others know you’re ready.” 

“Wait,” You grab his wrist as he heads for the door, “Astarion… I have a room at the tavern booked for tonight… with a queen bed…”

He turns back, pulling you into a passionate kiss, before replying. 

“Then I'll see your delicious self tonight.”

-

a/n: might write a part two soon to this. teehee

[we-love-lando-norris-over-here]

I don’t think people fully get why that picture hit such a nerve—and honestly, it’s not just about one post. It’s about what that post represents. If you think PRstri just snapped a quick pic, handed over the phone, and someone went “cute, let’s toss it up,” you seriously underestimate how Formula One PR works. This isn’t some friend’s vacation photo dump. This is a multi-billion dollar brand with strict social media pipelines designed to protect sponsors, control image, and—ironically—avoid PR disasters.

Here’s how it usually goes:

Someone takes the photos.

They’re uploaded to an internal drive.

A comms coordinator combs through them for brand clarity, facial expressions, and sponsor logos.

Images are lightly edited (color correction, sharpness, maybe a crop).

Then they’re passed to the Social Media Manager and/or Head of Comms for approval.

There's a final brand and legal compliance check—nothing embargoed, no confidential tech, no slip-ups.

Only then is the image uploaded, with carefully selected tags and captions aligning with sponsor deals and media tone.

So yes, dozens of eyes saw that picture. And they all signed off on it. The image that blocked Lando, while praising “the team” and tagging only PRstri and Google? That wasn’t an accident. That was a choice. A deliberate message shaped by layers of approval.

And don’t get me started on the process to make it their Twitter header. That is the banner image. The first thing every mcl fan, PRstri fan, Lando fan, sponsor, journalist, and rival team sees when they click on mcl's Twitter account.

That wasn’t a “oops.” That was branding. Strategic. Blatant. And yeah—we saw it.

They likely didn’t anticipate this much backlash, probably because they’ve been so busy force-feeding PRstri to the public. They let Lando rot in the comments section with no protection, no moderation, just silence. So when that picture went live, they figured people would eat it up the same way. But surprise—turns out most of Lando's fanbase still has a functioning moral compass and memory.

If I were to pull out my tinfoil hat (which, at this point, might as well be team-issued), I’d say this felt like a soft launch of the Oscar-as-Principal-Driver campaign. Quietly phase Lando out of the narrative, make PRstri the golden child, and see how far they can push the rebrand before anyone screams. Well, people screamed. And no amount of damage control posts can unring that bell.

[apocaloidae]

cityhuman Wichita... in the fields 🌾

[synthaphone]

oh fuck a buzz got modeled for one of the ugly prerendered cutscenes??? it kind of looks like the reference the modeler had was This art specifically, if i'm being real

like... below is the later art for the buzz, and the lower eyelids + emphasis on the skin under the eyes makes me think they were looking at the upper artwork.

anyway. below the readmore is a list of neopet species ive seen in the game

Acara -Roberta clones, all of them have her scary face and lips. i cannot remember if Fauna's model has a different face model but i doubt it. seem to all be coded as women, so all townspeople or royals. one of the townspeople is a blacksmith though!! has the same model as the others but its fun to imagine like, a strong blacksmith lady acara instead

Aisha -presumably necessary because Jerdana is in the game- sidenote, they call Jerdana 'old woman'. she's supposed to be OLD??? also seem to all be coded as women, so all townspeople or royals

Draik -a bunch of random guards and townspeople are Draiks. i THINK they're all intended to be seen as male, although there's an illustration from the TCG in a book that shows one with eyelashes, so who knows!

Lupe -mostly Tormund clones, though his mom, dad, sister, and King Altador have unique models. can be knights, royals and townspeople.

Gelert -they seem to be different models from Seradar and the Assassin, and maybe different models for the townspeople/royals? not sure if they're identical to Seradar but without the mustache and outfit or not)

Grarrl -presumably because Torakor is in the game; there are various townspeople and guards. i THINK all the Grarrls have the same face, and they also all seem to have little spikes on the back of their heads. its a good look honestly, Grarrls have such a simple design that i feel like they could use a little spicing up)

Kacheek -presumably because Florin is in the game, various random townspeople also have kacheek models. i don't remember any kacheek knights (except for a TCG illustration in a book) even though these seem to be coded as male. most Kacheeks seem to be townspeople

Kau -was genuinely surprised to see Kaus in this game. they seem to all be coded female, although some have horns and some don't. neat! all seem to be townspeople or royals.

Meerca -seemingly just because they wanted to have Heermeedjet and Meerouladen in the game? but to my shock there was a completely neutral shopkeeper NPC meerca in Faerieland, after a dearth of other meercas, so that was interesting)

Techo (presumably because Kelland is in the game, though he has a unique model)

Scorchio - knights, townspeople, and royals.

Skeith -seem to get multiple models, including unique ones for Skarl and presumably Hagan when he shows up? not sure if Gordos will be appearing)

species Sort of represented (it is very possible i'm forgetting some, also i only just got to brightvale):

Buzz -just in this cutscene so far. not wearing clothes like other Neopets and dialogue is strangled screeching, so while i assume this is a sapient neopet who is being Assassinated, i'm not actually sure)

Kyrii -the Death Knight appears to be a kyrii ghost!! neat!

Ixi -seems to just be the Ixi Raiders, who are centaurs for some reason, and also stereotypical 'violent native' stand-ins. not great. also i cheated and looked at jn's book of ages, so now i know that Sophie the Swamp Witch is also making an appearance in this game, so there is at least One non-taur Ixi npc

Lenny -Lenny architects were mentioned in a book in Meridell castle. no Lennies have been depicted afaik

Quiggle -there are Quiggle statues in the neverending staircase- these do not have clothing, so idk what this means

Uni -he should probably be in the first category, because Solarin the Uni, a character i previously only knew from a TCG card, IS in this game as a named character. but he has zero dialogue and seems like he might just be a horse??? Like. I don't know if he's sapient. VERY weird. so now i'm like. ??? about species that aren't shown wearing clothes.

Usul -okay this is a stretch but the straw training dummies kind of look like usuls. it might be intentional

Wocky -there was a picture in a book of a Wocky wizard. also maybe some of those bandits with pointy cat ears are supposed to be wockies, i'm honestly not sure. the model makes it look like they have fleshy noses, but the art that the models were presumably based on depicts them with masks pulled over their noses. who knows!

okay and because i cheated and looked on jn's book of ages, i now know that apparently Marak (peophin), Psellia (faerie), Sasha (cybunny), and Siyana (faerie) do not make it into this game. i wonder if they'll appear as statues, if the hall of heroes isn't in the game, or if it IS there but they'll be missing because they didn't model them. i wonder why they modeled Kaus for the game instead of like. Cybunnies. interesting!

trying out neopets: the darkest faerie for the first time and getting flashbacks to how it felt to play video games when i was 8

[harmonysanreads]

As far as carrying you is concerned, Phainon is an all-rounder. He can do the princess carry, the piggyback, the ‘throwing over the shoulder like a sack of rice’, the parcel-carry and whatever other forms of this practice are there. But, his favorite has to be making you sit on his left shoulder and holding you still with the adjacent hand. So that his right hand can be free in case of him needing to use his weapon. You get a nice seat and good view of your surroundings and he gets to hold you while having a route for emergencies. Win-win in his book.

Mydei prefers hauling you up on his right shoulder and picking a brisk pace to... wherever you're going. He reasons that it's faster and more efficient — especially if you happen to be in a situation that involves running. If you voice out the discomfort factor of this a few times though, he'll switch to keeping you balanced on his right arm, a one-hand carry basically. As it happens, his left side doesn't attain many comfort-points due to his armory and he isn't ignorant to that. However way he carries you, he'll prioritize swiftness, efficiency and your comfort.

You carry Anaxa. I mean, can he... carry himself? Granted, the scholar doesn't look the part and in his current state, probably doesn't have much stamina to carry around another person. However, I'd like to believe he's much physically stronger than he looks like — observing the way he handles his gun. He prefers cradling you, so that you won't fall face-first into the ground, like a stack of books almost. So, the closest candidate is a princess carry. But is definitely a bit awkward as he isn't used to it.

[zivazivc]

“Your hair…

“Les…

“Leslie.”

“Mmhm?”

Les barely stirred in his sleep and the iridescent golden speckles in his dreads already started to dull and the rest of his hair started to darken. It was as if a large cloud had just passed over them and blocked out the sun during this uneventful, pleasant afternoon nap.

Floyd snapped out of his surprise, but only partially as he fisted the desaturating hair in a thoughtless attempt to hold onto the fleeting moment. But much like sand, the harder he squeezed the quicker the color and shine drained between his fingers as Les roused.

Sensing Floyd’s distress, he quickly lifted his head.

“What’s wrong?”

Floyd felt tongue-tied, still stunned from what he had just witnessed. He was staring at Les—the familiar dark-haired Les that he knew all the quirks and details of better than the back of his own hand—, and who he was now trying to picture with the out-of-nowhere sparkles and saturated brightness. But he hadn’t even noticed the change appearing, and by the time he realized what he was seeing, it was already gone.

“Your dreads…” he finally blurted out, “they were golden.”

The crease of worry between Les’s brows smoothed out into a more relaxed look of confusion.

“It’s just a dirty yellow-green color,” he said while glancing to the right, at his three dreads flopping over the side of his face. “But I guess it sometimes looks a bit like gold in the—”

“No, I mean for real. And your hair was bright,” Floyd cut in, “like, as bright as mine.”

Les hesitated, trying to process Floyd’s steady wide-eyed expression, before pulling a strand of his dark purple hair in front of his face. He inspected it carefully but decided it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary the way Floyd claimed.

“My hair’s always been this shade. Are you feeling okay?”

[umblrspectrum]

ive been struggling big time coming up with anything funny to draw that hasnt been done yet so have my rw au art dump

[cinnamon-flame]

I'm trying to figure out a Winter design that I like, this one is okay but I feel like I can do better

[puppppppppy]

meow

[iraprince]

Being a long-time Ira Content Consumer™️ is extremely funny when an OC gets recycled because you get a sudden ‘Huh wasn’t that the guy who had cat ears?’ And you look them up in your high school yearbook and they sure do have cat ears and appear to maybe have green goo joints. Then you open facebook and they have Two Beautiful Girlfriends and No Cat Ears. You stare out the window. Perhaps in another lifetime…nay…another universe…

oh yeah varlet in particular has been body snatched/renamed/sliced up and divvied among other oc concepts more than once. that cat has been through the wringer. not even a cat anymore. turned into sausage and then reconstituted into a robobunny. haven't even decided the new pronouns yet if we're being honest

[allsparkbox-tfrp]

*internally* (I am not going to fcking survive)

@primuses-least-favorite-child

[catgirlkirigiri]

Iris my love... gotta have the girly secondary fursona. For gender time. Actually think she's being demoted to fursona number 3 but idk we'll see about the pecking order when refs are all done. She was waaay overdue for a redesign oh shit I just realized I didn't put a color palette on here. Oh well ig too late for that now I am not rearranging that bg

[sirbird]

Redraw of my very first piece of Miguel and of A Fortunate Mistake :)