#tight under-sleeves

[itsdrawingmen]

Rokas by JUUK

I am up thinking about Zen's hands...

[ken-katayanagi]

I always find this drawing of Ken kind of funny because of his outfit. Though I do really like the size of his Puffer jacket here, it gives it this over-the-topness that I think fits him really well.

[gogmstuff]

1913 Dress worn by comtesse Greffulhe (Palais Galliera, Musee de la mode de la Ville de Paris - Paris France) photo - Pierre Bulloz. From twonerdyhistorygirls.blogspot.com/2016/12/the-extraordinary-style-of-countess.

[bismuthburnsblue]

messy late throw on but i think im happy with my vest pattern! ill start cutting it out soon (though i am thinking about how im piecing the back together still)

still psyching myself up to cutting off the excess on the skirt though :( but i need it for the vest trim, so ill have to get over myself soon

i think its gonna look good!

[heckaroniandcheese]

had a day where i wore an outfit that was a good concept and looked very adorable from a neutral standpoint but looking at myself in it makes me :/

[theokusgallery]

tw for implied self harm

do you think that nick and sunny would get matching "<3" scars/cuts

Oh yeah totally

I mean they have a weird relationship with their/each other's bodies and (if you've read the 15+ comic, which I assume you did considering your question, you'll know what I'm talking about) a weird relationship with cuts & markings. Specifically in relation to each other, and ownership of each other

Arsenic's thoughts are usually along the lines of "I want to mark him everywhere with my name and have it on display that he's mine and mine only, I want to kill everyone who isn't us because then no one could even look at him or think about him or exist to him but I need people to exist in order to see and acknowledge that he's mine, it's pointless to own him if there's no one else around who can, he's mine because he chose me among everyone else, he's mine mine mine and everyone else only exists to see that and know that I'm better than them and that they'll never have him"

Nick loves to leave his name everywhere on Sunny. It's not enough to say "he has a boyfriend/he's taken", the point is that he belongs to Arsenic specifically, and that no matter what he always will because there's literally branding all over him and not all of it will ever go away.

He is also very, very fond of the concept of matching with Sunny. Usually couples do this about clothes? But clothes are too superficial for Nick (and Sunny's too weird about clothes to ever change it anyway) and matching with their bodies feels more sincere/meaningful. For Nick though, no name, just hearts is fine — because they have a very strict power dynamic and they are not on equal ground. Sunny belongs to Nick, but Nick could walk away any second. Which means Sunny feels pressured to do everything Nick wants so that this doesn't happen. Making Sunny insecure about their relationship is one of Nick's greatest joys

[eruditetyro]

not me browsing ravelry like do You think that maybe i could find a sweater pattern that looks kind of sharp. like you know. like emma d’arcy’s character picking up a sword and the girl in the room with her saying it suits her. but i think that’s a lot to ask from a sweater pattern

[tarmac-rat]

11 and 22 hit me with the lore

Aye aye captain!

11. Do they have empathy? For whom? For what?

Riley has a crazy ton of empathy, but she very, very rarely lets it show outwardly. Over the years she's cultivated a "stone-faced bitch" persona that she sticks to pretty rigidly for her work, but inwardly she's incredibly empathetic, even towards people she know she shouldn't be, and if the winds blow right she will bend over backwards to help people. It's just that over the years, she just gets a lot more selective about who she gives that empathy to.

22. Do they enjoy the taste of blood?

I would say she's used to it (with as many times as she's gotten socked in the face, she damn well better be lol) but I wouldn't say Riley particularly enjoys it-- hard to wash the taste out of the mouth.

Thank you for asking! 🥰

[skinskisurf]

[grimmshood]

i think buying those miniskirts was a good move actually like im kinfa glad i got them bc i like wearing them and feeling cute ig... like i have been thinking abt my gender expression recently and like Allowing myself to do different things now feels better. i do want to expand a little more of my horizons but its not too bad rn. i want to wear them more often. i wish i had more jewelry to mix things up and nicer shirts to wear with them but its ok bc im limited rn but at least im pushing it. it feels like i can be ok more like . I no longer consider myself transmasc and havent for a while but i dont think im cis either.... but losing the discomfort of dressing more "femininely" is nice

[lipstickontheglass1985]

just fixed up my old blazer. i ❤️ arts and crafts

[artemis-howl]

What's a good look for the club? Is it only showing skin on your hands, face, and part of your neck bc that's what I've got going on tonight. Hopefully people are into that puritan chic lol

[sar3nka]

I should get it by Monday/Tuesday ^^ I'm so happy I don't even feel bad about the money I spent

[subsequentibis]

ok i got excited and did mockups. screenshot source is dollightful’s recent gen 1 to gen 3 comparison video which is super cool and useful!! because the eye shape is mostly out of my control i’m thinking about adding in thick black lines to mimic my drawing style and bring it back to something that looks like i made it, which i think could look super cool! not sure if i want eyelashes on her or not. i’m prrrrrobably gonna have to reroot bc cleo’s hair has a lot of blue in it and her base hair doesn’t dye well from what i’ve read. then i get to try to figure out styling!!

[angsty-worm]

very much vibing with the long sleeves under t-shirt

[s0dium]

I need you

Synopsis: Choso needs to fuck you despite the fact that you are Yuuji's babysitter.

Warnings: Desperate sex, rough sex

Visual link: xxxxx

Choso thinks you are an angel.

Honestly.

He marvels at how you always help his family out by babysitting his little brother Yuji, even if it's late at night. Your kindness shines through in every action, and he can't help but notice how your eyes glow like an angel's, your skin seems so soft, and your voice carries a soothing, gentle tone. It's not just what you do; it's the way you do it, with such grace and beauty, that makes him believe you truly are a blessing to his family.

So that is why he must do this.

His touches are relentless, drawing you into his room the moment Yuuji is asleep. You can barely even get a word in before his bigger hands are under your shirt, exploring the warmth of your skin, a desperate longing evident in each caress. You want to tell him to slow down, to truly connect beyond the frantic urgency. But your words dissolve into breathless whispers as you meet his dark tired eyes that are practically begging for you, begging to be with you, begging to feel you.

"I like kissing you." He murmurs against your lips. "I like you. I like you so much, you are so pretty. I like and love you."

You let yourself fall into his touch and Choso captures your mouth with his, a deep, enveloping kiss that makes you moan and whine for more. As he gently removes your tank top and shorts, leaving you in your bra and underwear and he devotes attention to every inch of your skin, delivering tender nips, soft sucks, and gentle bites.

"Perfect." He mumbles under his breath, burying his nose into the crook of your neck to pepper the delicate skin with soft kisses. "Fuck, you are so perfect, baby."

Your mind grows fuzzy at his words and you let out a sharp gasp when you feel him pull the hem of your underwear down your legs.

"Jump," he commands softly, his voice a low rumble that reverberates through you. Without hesitation, you leap up and in one fluid motion, he lifts you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, securing you against him as he presses you against the wall. Your fingers find their way into his black hair tied up in buns long, tugging gently at the strands, anchoring yourself to him as his kisses deepen. You don't even notice that he has lowered his pants until you feel the hard pressure against your tight hole, making you instinctively squirm away.

"Stay still f'me ok baby?" Choso groans, peppering kisses along your jaw while he aligns himself with you. Without warning, he thrusts into you, the sudden friction and collision with your G-spot knocking the wind out of your lungs. It's as if every fiber of your being is tuned to this moment, each caress and sensation amplifying the pleasure that surges through you. You feel a soft shiver start at the base of your spine, traveling upward, making your skin tingle with exquisite delight. Ticklish pleasure courses through your veins and you immediately throw your head back against the wall as Choso thrusts into you.

"Hnghh, s-so good~~" You whine. It was dizzying, the grith of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, the euphoria of him fitting snuggly against walls with every thrust. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure. The tightness of your cunt has Choso gasping for breath, the grip on your hips almost bruising as he tries to keep himself from spilling inside of you right here and now.

"I can feel you baby, sh-shit, I can feel you doing it to me." Choso is not a whining man but here he is falling apart at the warmth of your cunt. God you were heaven, he thinks he would be eternally happy if he could just spend all his time inside of you, feeling you squeeze around him, smelling the intoxicating scent of your shampoo. He uses you like his personal cock sleeve, thrusting up into your warm cunt with such vigor that it shapes your insides and bruises your cervix until your entire body jolts with sensitivity.

For a moment, he slows down, leaning down to the space between you and letting a glob of thick spit drop onto your clit. He moves side to side, opening up your folds and rubbing your clit. You cry from the pleasure and Choso's Adam apple bobs as he groans as well.

He's close, and he knows you are too.

He is glaring at you with hooded eyes, watching the expressions of pleasure you make intently. Choso is caught in some sort of trance, like even though he is fucking you, he is powerless to you.

Your mind begins to drift, losing itself in the intensity of the experience of Choso fucking you. Time seems to blur, and the world around you fades, leaving only the profound connection between you and the pleasure you're immersed in. Each moment stretches and deepens, and you're carried away by the ebb and flow of sensations. Your body responds instinctively, arching off the wall and lifting your hips to meet Choso's thrusts, seeking more, craving the next wave of ecstasy. The pleasure builds and builds, a crescendo that fills you to the brim. It's a symphony of sensation, a dance of pure, unadulterated joy that leaves you breathless and yearning.

And then, in a glorious, breathtaking instant, it peaks. The world seems to explode in a kaleidoscope of bliss, and you are utterly consumed by it. Your heart races, your breath catches, and for a moment, you are weightless, suspended in a universe of pure pleasure.

Luckily for you, Choso is right there with you. His mind dips into a ocean of pleasure and before he can put a stop to it, he is spilling load upon loads of himself in you.

Damn it, he should've done this sooner.