#why does she look like she's wearing washing up gloves though...

[kaidoslastbraincell]

nana shimura and the first holder of OfA...that’s it. that’s the post.

[jpitha]

You can have a little lye as a treat

“I want to make Maya her favorite food, can you help?” Limmie looks over the table in the canteen at Peggy, the only other human she knows here.

“Uh, maybe Lim, what’s her favorite food? Also, you know that most human foods…”’

“Are toxic to me, yes I know. This one doesn’t seem to bad though? It’s mostly wheat. I can eat wheat, though I shouldn’t eat too much. It’s just wheat and water, some sugar, yeast and salt.”

Peggy thinks a moment. “Some kind of bread?”

Limmie’s nod is so vigorous her ears flutter. “Yeah, something called a pretzel”

“So… that’s not all that’s involved in pretzels.” Peggy stands. “But, I think we can work something out. Come on, let’s sign out a kitchenette.”

A few days later, Limmie comes to the kitchenette that Peggy signed out. They get it for a whole day, which surprised Limmie. “It’s just bread right? Why do we need it for a whole day?”

“Well, we have to give time for the yeast to work.” Peggy is wearing an apron that says “Let’s Get Baked!” And has a cartoon of a bread loaf with bloodshot eyes. She’s getting bowls out and arranging things on the steel table in front of her. “Her favorite is German pretzels?”

“That’s right. She said that she misses them because only her Grandmother makes them right. She sounded so wistful.” Limmie washes her hands, and as she dries them, Peggy hands her a smaller apron. On the front is written “Made from Scratch!” And has a cartoon K’laxi showing their claws. Limmie looks at Peggy who is trying very hard not to laugh. She puts the apron on and flicks her ears in a grin.

Peggy spend the time showing Limmie what to do to make the dough, but she doesn’t do it. It’s for Limmie’s girlfriend, so she does the work. She mixes the flour and the water and the yeast and while is proofs, Peggy explains how the yeast works and what it’s doing. Limmie leans in close and smells the yeasty smell and is amazed that human foods can get this… complicated.

Soon enough the bread has risen and been punched down and shaped and… Peggy is putting on a large rubber apron, heavy gloves and a face shield. Limmie stands back “Uh, Peggy, what are you doing?”

“Oh, the pretzels aren’t done yet, they need a Lye bath.”

“What’s that?”

Peggy’s voice is slightly muffled from the shield. “Oh, Lye is a human word for Sodium Hydroxide, a very strong alkaline chemical. It is quite caustic to organic tissue.”

Limmie takes an unconscious step back. “But, what are you doing then? You’re going to ruin our bread!”

“No no, this is an important step. The pretzels won’t look or smell or taste right unless we dip them in lye.”

“You’re going to DIP the pretzels into a strong alkaline solution?”

Peggy turns, holding another rubber apron, gloves, and face shield. “No. You’re going to.”

“This isnt’ a joke? You’re not trying to make fun of me for not understanding human cookery? You really have to dip the pretzels in that caustic chemical?”

Peggy lifts up her face shield. Her eyes are kind. “Limmie, I would never do that to you. I promise, this will make the pretzels just like how Maya remembers them.”

Tail flicking, Limmie takes the PPE from Peggy. “How do I put this on?”

“I’ll show you, come here.”

****

“Oh gosh Limmie, these are perfect! Where did you get them?” Maya’s eyes are squeezed shut in bliss as she chews the warm pretzels. “They taste just like the ones Nana made!”

“Peggy helped me make them. She showed me exactly what to do, but I did the work.”

Maya swallows and looks at Limmie, eyes wide. “You made these? You made German Pretzels with the lye bath and everything?”

Limmie falls into Maya’s arms and snuggles down into her chest. “Of course I did. I had to wear some personal protective equipment, but Peggy showed me how to be careful and she explained we needed the lye to get it just right. I wanted to make something just for you that I knew you’d love.”

Maya squeezes Limmie and strokes her ears. “They’re wonderful hon. Thank you.”

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (5)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing?

Genre: Angst?

Word Count: 3.9K

<Chapter 4

5. The Eyes of the King of Hell

“What’s that?” She stands beside Alastor as he chops up vegetables 

“These are vegetables, my dear,” he says in a slightly condescending tone

She rolls her eyes “No, like you’re cooking something. What is it?”

Alastor hums “I am preparing jambalaya for whoever would like some,”

“What’s that?”

He turns his head slightly “A traditional Louisiana dish with meat, vegetables, rice, and seasonings.” He states plainly

“You’re from Louisiana?”

“New Orleans,”

“Woah, like Princess and the Frog?”

He scrunches his brow “My dear, I have no idea what you’re referring to. So I’m just going to say ‘yes’.” He returns to cutting

Voe stands and watches him cut, despite not rolling up his sleeves, they remain clean. He is very aware of his audience. 

“Do you need something?” He questions her

“I’m just watching,”

He looks away “Lovely,” tone filled with sarcasm

She continues standing near the taller demon, coming up to about his chest, inching closer whether intentionally or not. She is watching, however, her eyes completely fixated on the movement of Alastor’s fingers and the precision of his slicing. He glances down at her, only getting a glance at the top of her head, a small tuft of curls blocking the view of her face. He knew this recipe better than the back of his hands that were chopping and slicing ingredients on their own without him even having to look. He continued glancing at her bright red curls wondering what could be so fascinating about him preparing this dish that she hadn’t moved or spoken in the past 30 seconds. It seemed as though she hadn’t blinked or breathed in that time either. What could be going on inside this demoness’ head? 

Alastor was broken out of his wondering by the sound of ‘meow’. He blinked several times, startled at the noise. He glances at Husker, but he seems too engrossed in a conversation with the effeminate spider, and he is much too far away for the volume of the sound. Charlie and Vaggie were even further and Niffty was busy stabbing bugs, it wasn’t until he heard the sound again that he realized it was coming from the demon beside him.

“Did you just…’ meow’?” His voice dripped with confusion and a dash of disgust

Voe snaps her neck up to acknowledge his words “Oh yeah, that’s just something I do sometimes when I’m feeling things, or just thinking things, or if I’m bored…pretty much whenever I feel like it.”

His smile falls flatter “Do refrain from doing it around me.”

Voe’s eyes swivel from side to side “Uh.. no. I do what I want when I want. Duh. Haven’t you learned that yet?” She smiles with furrowed brows

“Yes I know,” He turns back to his hands, placing ingredients in a large pan “It’s very unbecoming of you.”

“Does it bother you?”

He is still focused on the food “This specifically or your entire attitude? Well, I suppose it wouldn’t matter, because they would both be the same answer.”

“I don’t see why it would bother you. I mostly just mind my business.” Alastor exhaled through his nose, choosing not to say what he was thinking.  “You’re not wearing gloves.” She pushes out her lips and scrunches up her nose.

“Mhmm.”

“Did you wash your hands?” Alastor’s smile turns back up, knowing that the withholding of this one answer was enough to turn the power back in his favor “I’m going to assume that you did because that would be really dirty if you did. I guess the dirt would add its own flavor though right?” She gives him a crooked smile and he snickers, refusing to let her know that he found that quip comedic as well. “Where did you learn that from?” “What?”

“The Jambalaya recipe.”

Alastor inhales this time “My mother,” 

Her lips turn up “Aww cute. You spent a lot of time with your mom?”

He raises a brow “I suppose you could say that.”

Voe puts her hands under her chin “That’s so nice! I never took you for a Mama’s boy.”

“Ah yes, very insulting to love your mother.”

“I didn’t say it was an insult.”

“Mhmm.” He starts to ignore her as he continues cooking. She tilts her head still watching him. When he finishes, he turns off the stove, and walks away from the pan, leaving Voe standing in confusion. “I wouldn’t take some now, wait for it to cool first.” he tosses over his shoulder.

“Oh, you’re done?”

“Clearly,” Voe’s ears droop a little, disappointed at the end of her show. Alastor looks back at her “Is something the matter?”

“I guess not. I just didn’t realize you were finished.”

He rubs his chin with his index finger “Hmm. Dig in!” is all he gives before leaving the room. Voe’s ears come back up and she caresses them but is unaware that while Alastor may have left the kitchen, he was still watching her from the shadows.

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"The Vees present 'Respectless' by Velvette!" exclaimed Voe. 

"No no no!" Velvette interrupted 

"What would you like me to say, Velvette?" 

"It's not what you're saying, it's how you're saying it! Do it with feeling! I need more emotion! Say it like you care!" Velvette demanded. 

"I do care, and I am saying it honestly,"

Velvette insisted, "Smile for me." 

Voe forced a smile, but Velvette wasn’t satisfied. "No teeth," she instructed. 

She closed her lips, but Velvette changed her mind, "Bring back the teeth." 

She opened her lips again. Velvette stared at her for a while and then asked, "Are you autistic?" 

Shocked, Voe looked around and then down at her shoes. "Yes," she mumbled. 

The doll thought for a moment and then said, "Hmm, never had an autistic model before. As far as I know. Whatever, we'll work on that later. But this," she grabbed the doe’s chin, "Do you have a teeth whitener?" 

Voe searched around and offered, "I have charcoal toothpaste." 

"So that's a no then. Get your teeth whitened."  

"Are you gonna pay for that?" 

Velvette waved her off, "Yeah," she said, now checking her phone. 

"Okay then." Voe goes to step off the stage “Is that all you need me for today?’

“Not quite,” Velvette puts away her phone and slaps her hands together quite dramatically, smiling full of glee. A large-looking paper appears once she opens her hands. The paper floats and unfurls, revealing itself as a contract, complete with a quill and a line to be signed. “It’s been fun working with you so far, but I need you to sign this.”

“Is that a contract?”

“No, it’s toilet paper, of course, it’s a contract! Don’t worry your pretty head about it, it’s just some legalities that we can only straighten out once this is signed. You don’t even have to read it.”

The doe is reluctant ‘I think I’d like to read it if that’s okay.”

The doll rolls her eyes, scoffing “Whatever, just make it quick. I have things for you to do.” she winks before exiting the room

Voe approaches the contract apprehensively, reading it intricately. Parts were detailing her having to listen to Velvette regardless of what she says, her not being able to discuss things that go on inside of the V tower, being at Velvette’s beck and call, her inability to attack and/or kill Velvette and things of that manner. At the very bottom, right before the line, was the statement “I, Voe the Beau, hereby sign the ownership of my soul to Velvette of the Vees’.

That line hit her like a semi-truck. Her soul? What would that mean? 

“Umm Velvette?” she calls for the Overlord, who appears behind her

“What? It’s not difficult, it’s just a contract sweetie.”

“I think there’s a mistake…”

She raises her eyebrow “Eh?”

“This says that if I sign you own my…soul?

“Yeah, that’s how this works. You work for me, you belong to me.” The doll crosses her arms over her chest

“I don’t know how comfortable I am with that…”

“I’m sorry, do you not want to work for me?”

“I do! I just…don’t know how I feel about being owned.” She rubs her elbows and tries to smile

Velvette glances at her nails “Hmm well, don’t sign it then. I can have a replacement by this evening. Melissa! Call Molly for me!”

“Huh?” Melissa calls from outside the room 

“Melissa!!” she puts her hand on her forehead, then pulls out her phone “Remind me to fire her,” she says into it, turning away from the doe.

“Wait!”

Velvette smirks with her back still turned to the model. She looks over her shoulder innocently “Yes…?”

“Could I just…have some time to make sure that you can do what you say? I mean, this is my soul we’re talking about.”

She looks impatient “Mhmm.” she scrolls through her phone, not looking Voe in the eyes

“It’s a big deal, no?” Voe’s smile is nervous and lopsided.

Velvette puts her phone away completely and grabs the doe’s shoulders “Listen, I like you. A lot more than I like my other models. You’re beautiful, you’ve got great taste, and you’re quite smart. You’re welcome. So, I give you a bit of leeway. I have never done this for anyone else, so you’re welcome. But I will make a preemptive deal with you. I will continue to let you work for me..for 5 months, to prove that I’m not all talk. I am the real deal, baby. At the end of those five months, this will be non-negotiable, you will either sign the contract or walk. Do you understand?” Voe nods and Velvette rubs her arms “This is gonna be great. I promise. When I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to take your soul, I promise!”

Voe nods once more, and breathes again, lucky to at least have more time.

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Voe stares at herself in the mirror in the parlor, making silly faces trying to get the best view of her teeth. Velvette’s words had really gotten under her skin. Had she not been brushing enough? Were her teeth dirty this whole time and she hadn’t even noticed? Did she have bad breath? Angel strolled past her to take a seat at the bar.

“Looking for something up there?” he crosses his legs on the stool with his eyes facing downward as Husker fills him a glass

Voe’s mouth forms a flat line "Angel, are my teeth white?" 

He looks up from his phone and furrows his brows. "Not really, more like off-white." 

“Ah, shit,”

“Meeting didn’t go well I take it?”

“She told me I needed to get a teeth whitener.”

He shrugs “Maybe you should,”

Voe pouted. "Does Val make you whiten your teeth?" 

"No, I whiten them myself." 

She gasped. "Does that mean I'm going to get a makeover?" 

“Uhh, I don’t know about a makeover toots, but um you’ll definitely be getting poked and prodded.”

She leans back from the mirror “Hmm.” walking over to join the spider at the bar 

“What? You need a drink too?”

She shakes her head “Not unless Husker gets over himself and learns how to make something fruity.”

“I don’t even like the sound of that.” the cat glares back at her while cleaning out glasses

“Me either,” Angel looks disgusted

“Okay, seriously what is wrong with you guys? It’s literally just alcohol with like juice in it, what is the big deal?”

“The fact that you don’t know what the problem is, is very disappointing.” the spider downed his drink silently requesting another

“Okay so everyone gets to get drunk but me.” She slaps the bar counter with her palms

“Seems like it,” Husk gives her a sarcastic smile in return

Voe rolls her eyes and looks at Angel tilting her head. She watches him as he trails his finger over the glass in one of his hands.

“What?” he sounds irritated

“Are you okay?” she asks

Angel looks around, confused “Uh, yeah?”

“Are you sure?”

“Alright, you’re getting weird now.”

“I’m serious. I want to know how you’re doing.”

He stands up to leave “Yep, I’m outta here.”

She follows him as fast as she can, but his legs are incredibly long. She starts to run, and before realizing it, she’s in front of him. “Hmm, what was that? Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about a few days ago.”

He looks down at her “A few days ago?”

“I saw you..with Valentino.”

He raises his eyebrow “Mhmm. My boss?”

“He gives me creepy vibes. And you looked…scared.”

He brushes her off “I ain’t scared of him,” he lies

Voe squints, trying to read Angel’s expression. His eyes are relaxed and his brows are steady, but his lip quivers “You’re lying to me.”

“Okay, he speaks nonchalantly

“Why are you lying?” she asks gently

“Why are you trying so hard to be in my business?” he feels the irritation bubbling inside

She shakes her head “That’s not what I’m trying to do,”

“Well, then what are you trying to do?” his volume rises slightly

She steps back a little and thinks “I-I don’t know. Help, I guess?”

“Help with what? Being annoying?”

She takes another step back and squints her eyes, feeling tears bubbling up, but refusing to let them fall “Um, okay. I guess not. Never mind then.” She turns around right before the first tear drops and makes her way to the elevator, pulling on her ear as she goes. Angel slaps his forehead and drags his palm down his face before hearing a notification on his phone and running off out of the building.

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“How’s everyone’s day? For today’s activity, we can go around and state one hope we have for today. Anything you like,”

“Um, I wanna do crack,” One demon volunteered

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Vaggie whispered under her breath

Voe comes downstairs as the conversation continues. Alastor is standing behind the couch, allowing the residents to sit.

“Hi Voe! Welcome to our activity!” Charlie waves, Voe waves back with no words and looks back at her phone. “Did you want to join us?”

“Not really,”

“Okay!”

“Wait, so this is optional?” Angel piped up, strewn out over the couch

“No,” Vaggie responds with her hands on her hip

“What the Hell?!” 

Voe enters the kitchen, looking through the cabinets to find her cookies. Once she did she took a sleeve and turned to go back to her room, but then she saw the deer man standing out in the open and decided on mischief. She saunters over to stand near the buck.

“Stretching your legs out deer man?”

“Ugh, you again.” Alastor rolls his eyes

“Indeed it is me, is that an issue?” she takes a cookie from her pocket and thinks about eating it when no one is looking.

Alastor sighs “You have quite the energy today don’t you?”

“Yeah, it’s called being young. Guess fossils can’t relate.” she shrugs, placing the cookie back in her pocket

He glances to the side “I guess not.” sighing once more

The air between them is silent for a few beats.

Without thinking, Voe reaches up and one of her fingertips graces the tip of Alastor’s red/black locks. In that very instance, Alastor’s head turned 180 degrees with a sickening *crack*, eyes black with radio dial pupils, antlers tripling in size as his teeth elongated and his neck broke leaving his head dangling upside down. There’s a bright red ‘x’ shining in the center of his forehead. His hand reached backward and caught hold of her wrist. She tries to pull back, but he digs his claws into her flesh, his grip is solid. 

“I suggest you never try that again, my dear. Understand?” She nods slowly and he lets go of her wrist “Wonderful,” 

Voe pulls back her hand, taking a step back. An uncomfortable warmth envelopes her chest, her eyes fall to the floor and she starts pulling at her right ear, trying to melt into the walls. Her pupils dart around facing her feet and she suddenly falls silent. The warmth rises to her face. She glances over at the group and everyone is staring. Why did he have to make a big deal out of it? She couldn’t take everyone staring, not now. Her eyes were burning, likewise her skin. Her mouth went dry and all she could think was That’s what you get for trying to be cute. All she wanted was to disappear, but they wouldn’t look away. After staring for what felt like hours, Vaggie spoke.

“Alastor, can you please not freak out the guests?”

Alastor turns back toward the Princess “I apologize for that rude interruption. Please continue on Princess.” 

Voe stands quietly wishing she didn’t exist, but refusing to cry in front of others turns and exits the parlor, to make it so no one notices her departure. She wasn;t looking up, and could not focus on her vision, while she was spending energy on not crying. So unfortunately, embarrassing herself for the second time within an hour, she walked right into Lucifer.  She tries to turn and hide her face from the King of Hell, but he sees her tears and gently grabs her. 

“Hey, Voe, right? What’s wrong?”

But she can’t speak, all her energy is spent trying not to sob loudly. The King is patient and waits for her to catch her breath. 

“I tried to touch Alastor’s hair and he-“ she sidled a sob” in front of everyone.” Her tears fall faster

“Hey hey, you’re okay.” He holds her shoulder, using his thumb to wipe a small tear from her eye “That Al guy is a huge jerk, right?” Voe laughs a bit, trying to breathe while also trying not to sob “Hey, you wanna touch my hair?” He smiles, his gorgeous grin catching her eye

“Kinda?” she laughs some more and he stands up straight to remove his top hat, revealing his slicked-back blonde ‘do. Voe reaches up, putting her fingers through the King’s locks, feeling each silky and soft strand on her fingertips, looking into the eyes of the King of Hell. His eyes were so beautiful, that she almost found herself lost in them. She snaps her hand back “Sorry,” she states holding her wrist

“No no shh.” Lucifer holds her head to his chest “You’re just fine. You’re perfect.” he whispers

Later in the evening, the gang is in the kitchen ready for some Al-cooked dinner when Voe takes a seat in the empty parlor, scrolling on her phone. She does not speak or attempt to engage with anyone, but her presence is noticed. The silence is awkward for everyone but her. She is choosing to make their dinner uncomfortable. The silence goes on for a few minutes. Voe smiles at their inability to speak and opens a text that she received. She giggles at the message and goes to respond when Charlie clears her throat.

“Hey Voe, you look happy!” The princess does her best to diffuse the tension “Who ya textin’?” She asks

“Your dad,” the does responds without even looking up

“Y-you’re texting my dad?” She swallows her food after almost choking on it. 

“Mhmm.” Voe nods, a smirk creeping up on her face. 

Charlie looks around, growing uncomfortable “W-what’s he saying?”

Voe’s head comes up “I don’t think you want to know,”

“Oooh! You think she’s about to become your new mom Charlie?” Angel interjects jokingly

Alastor scoffs, sitting at the head of the table. He glances over at Voe sitting by herself. How insolent of her to avoid joining the rest of the group for dinner. All because of what? Something that was her own fault? So childish of her to spurn his cooking. And to bring her brashness into their vicinity, interrupting their peace with her nonsense.

“Are you aware that dinner is finished or do you need a special invitation?”

Voe blatantly ignores the stag and continues to text Lucifer. Although, she had no desire to eat at this time anyway.

“I think she’s still mad Smiles.”

Alastor rolls his eyes and begins to dine, everyone following suit. The air is filled with sounds of utensils hitting plates and loud sounds of chewing. Voe is taking selfies on the couch and sending them to Lucifer in different poses, like a smile or with her tongue sticking out, or with peace signs, etc. 

After some time passes, everyone has eaten and retired to their rooms as Voe continues to sit on the couch, feeling nice with finally being alone. Alastor is washing dishes, he’d given Niffty a reprieve from this, the monotonous task allowing him to think.  Once he finishes he turns and sees that Voe is still on the couch, still playing this childish little mind game. He shadow warps to be standing over her shoulder and she is on her Sinstagram, scrolling through and liking pictures. He gets a glimpse at her username and raises his eyebrow

“You are aware that your use of that word is incorrect?”

She turns toward him “Oh you’re talking to me.” her tone is flat and monotonous

Alastor’s eye twitches “Yes.” She shrugs and turns back to her phone. Alastor inhales and speaks again “That word is the masculine term, and last time I checked, you are female.”

She snickers “When’s the last time you checked?” She asks not looking at him

“You know this little thing you’re doing is ridiculous. Ignoring someone who is talking to you. I ask again, are you a child?”

“No, I am not.”

“Then you understand that you have no right to be upset about what took place earlier, yes?”

“Who said I was upset?”

“Well, your actions say it loud and clear, my dear.”

“Or maybe you feel guilty, because all I’ve been doing is sitting.” She is facing forward

“Sitting alone and in silence, not eating?”

“What’s your point?”

“Just know that in regards to the events earlier today, you were in the wrong.”

She slightly turns in his direction “Why are you taking it so personally? All of my actions have no emotions tied to them. You seem to be adding a motive that is not present. And then telling me that it’s my fault to assuage your own guilt. Perhaps what you’re looking for in that black hole you call a heart, is an apology.”

“Indeed! I am looking for an apology, from you.”

“Why?”

“Since you came here you have been intentionally getting under my skin. And today you try to lay your hands on me with no reason. I don’t even like being touched when there is a reason.”

She turns back around “Well, I didn’t know that.”

He stands up straight “Well then, I apologize for making you cry.”

Voe’s skin turns a pinkish hue “I did not cry.” she lies

He knows that she’s lying because he watched her leave, but he doesn’t press her. “Well, I’m sorry I upset you.”

She doesn’t look up from her phone but mutters “I’m sorry I touched you without your consent.”

“You are forgiven.”

She smirks “Next time I’ll have consent.”

Alastor’s smile turns slightly (only slightly) flirtatious “See to it that you do.” and dissipates into the shadow.

Chapter 6>

[kaledya]

Hi Hi 👋🏻

Some personal questions about Constantine...

1. I noticed that in the old images Constantine has wavy hair, now he has curly hair and his hair is very beautiful 🪮 When he wakes up his hair is messy or he sleeps with a cap on his head ?

2. Does he wear perfume? If so, which one... does he have a guy who uses those expensive perfumes like YSL 💎

3. Does he take care of his nails? Are they very sharp? Does he wear gloves? 💅🏻

4. Has he ever had or does he have any insecurities about his appearance? 👀

5. Has he ever used or does he use makeup? 💄

6. How many baths daily? Hot, cold or warm bath?🛁

7. Does he wear jewelry daily or only at royal events? Do you know how to dance the waltz? Or another type of ballroom dancing? 👑

8. Do you like being given gifts? Expensive or humble? 💵

9. What's his sign... He looks like an Aquarius ♒, can you believe it?

10. Homemade or parties? 🎉

11. If someone told really bad gossip about Constantine and people believed it would happen to them? ☠️

12. Does he have a type? ♀️

13. Your favorite song? 🎶

14. Which instruments does he play? 🎻

15. What was the thing that shocked him the most in hell regarding sinners? 🔥

16. Was he a naughty 👹 or quiet child👼🏻?

Sorry for so many questions.. I'm very curious about Constantine

HOWDY!!! FIRST OF ALL, it makes me very happy that you love Constantine This much! Also, thank you for your questions!!

1-(Ah, Constantine's hair has changed so much since I first created it...)

Most of the time, when Constantine sleeps, he throws himself into bed without any preparation. Take off his clothes, put on a robe, then go to sleep.That's why his hair is always messy when he wakes up in the morning

2-he doesn't use perfume much, he uses it occasionally, but when he does, he uses a really expensive, light perfume with a flowery scent.

Constantine hates MEN'S perfumes with a strong scent, even when he smells them, he gets disgusted.

3-If he doesn't cut his nails, they become very sharp💅, but even though he files and cuts them, they are still sharp, so he always wears gloves when he is outside.

4-He doesn't like bird feathers on some parts of his body.

(Not because of aesthetic reasons, but every time he wakes up there are too many feathers on his bed, it is difficult to clean it)

And his claws caused him a lot of trouble when he was little.

Other than that, he loves his body and thinks he looks good.

5-he doesn't use make-up but likes to decorate his horns with a gold theme.

6-He washes himself every day before going to bed if he is not tired. It doesn't matter, it depends on his preference, he take shower cold or warm

7-he does not wear much jewellery, except for the decorations on his hair.At royal gatherings, he dresses more ornately.

8-He doesn't like receiving gifts, but if he did, he would prefer humble gifts.

9-Aquarius is a really good guess but he is Aries.

10-He doesn't like parties very much so Homemade!

11-Spreading lies about the Prince is a crime. They will probably be punished. Believers will be warned and those who spread the rumor will be punished.

12.There is. He loves smart and strong women(Someone who can stand on her own feet, does not need anyone else, and has achieved what she has by herself (, he likes women who can keep up with him and see her at his own level. can chat about the same topics He likes women who can keep up with him with their intelligence and get what they want.

He does not attach much importance to appearance, he attaches importance to intelligence, the other party can attract his attention with the sentences they makes and the actions they takes

13. He likes to listen to classical songs or movie & game soundtracks.For example, he liked to listen to First Ride from HTTYD.

14-His main instrument is the violin, playing the violin makes him very comfortable and he loves its sound.He can play guitar and piano.

15-Frankly, there wasn't much that surprised him.After all, he grew up there But I guess Serenity was one of the people who surprised him. He had never seen a sinner before who had the power other than pride ring and preferred to rise with Diplomacy, not with war.

16-He was a quiet boy Who Stealing books that were forbidden to him and performed black magic then he blow up to one part of The castle . UwU 👼

No need to apologize, thank you for the questions!!

[psyaurorak]

Episode 243 criticism

Ok this chapter pissed me off so badly so let’s summarise:

1) Zeus was in labour & asked Persephone to help him because he didn’t trust anyone else to help him

2) Persephone cut the baby out of his leg. And can I just say she did it in the grossest way possible. Because:

- She didn’t use a sterilised knife or sterilised equipment. She picked up a random knife to cut him with

- She didn’t clean up the area before she cut it, she didn’t even clean the bed or provide a sterile environment to this

- She didn’t wash her hands. She stuck her hands into his thigh to pull the baby out without washing her hands. She did wear 1 glove (1! I don’t see the second hand get a glove anywhere and that’s the hand with the knife)

3) The moment she cleaned him she said ‘he looks like Hades.’ Zeus said it was a genetic thing and mentions how Kronos probably disliked how Hades looks like Kronos’s dad. I’ll say that that’s kind of interesting.

4) Zeus then mentions how he’s going to give Dionysus over to nymphs. And what does Persephone do? Refuse to hand the baby and activate her red eyes/wrath form.

Commentary:

This chapter was horrible. Persephone kidnaps a child immediately after the parent gives birth. She refuses to let said parent hold the baby and essentially kidnapped Dionysus (hence the ‘I messed up Hades’ a chapter before)

The narrative tries to make Zeus the villain even though he 1) recognised the danger of having a child 2) attempted to give him away to safe people and 3) arranged a better life that he couldn’t give.

And to be honest, his fear of Hera isn’t unfounded. She’s impulsive. She burnt down a portrait when her kids were in the house and endangers them as well.

There’s something so awful about framing this scene, the narrative makes Zeus seem awful for this. What implications does that have for biological parents giving away their child for a better life?

And what implications does that give to parents that adopt?

Also Persephone’s entitlement is off the charts. What right does she have to refuse the parent that just gave birth, the right to hold the child? What right does she have to take Dionysus? What right does she have to argue with the parent who already has made arrangements?

Why does she imply that the nymphs aren’t sufficient enough to take care of Dionysus? She gets mad immediately after Zeus brings up the arrangements made.

And can I just say, Persephone only got attached after she realised he looked like Hades.

How do I say that doesn’t seem healthy? I mean it seems like it’s bad news.

If your only reasoning for making a decision like ‘taking care of a child’ is ‘he looks like Hades’ that’s awful.

Actually, I think the reason that struck a chord with me was because:

- You should be prepared with children. If you immediately see your husband in your child what’s next? Is she going to expect him to grow up to be like Hades?

- She ghosted Hades after she made the decision to adopt. Does Hades even want to have a child right now? He mentioned a chapter ago that the relationship felt rushed.

- Lastly, it makes her reasons for wanting to take care of Dionysus seem selfish (because it is) She doesn’t want to take care of the baby because it’s a baby and she wants a kid. She wants Dionysus because he looks like Hades.

Power has gone to this girls head. She needs a reality check and fast. If Hades told her to give him to the nymphs and he’s not ready I’d actually support him for once. Which is hilarious cause I hate hate hate hate Hades.

Also, Zeus specifically sought Persephone out because out of everyone else. He trusted her the most!

She broke his trust by stealing his baby!

The audacity of it too, she took the baby, refused to give him the child and then took off. And all she can say is ‘I think I messed up.’ Like No shit Sherlock. Understatement of the century. Now she’s acting like she’s the victim here!

And the worst part? Realising that Zeus can’t speak up about the incident without telling anyone. He knows this. He doesn’t want anyone to know. Persephone knows this. That seems like blackmail.

I’m going to bring up my last point too. Is Persephone really mature? Because this shows the opposite.

This shows she’s immature and she definitely isn’t ready for her position as queen.

She has an entire realm to look after and all she can think about is getting married out of spite, and then jumping to have a kid when:

1) Kronos is out there

2) The underworld isn’t a safe place. Zeus had a point with the nymphs honestly because they’re probably in the mortal realm and right now the mortal realm is probably the safest place for a baby to be. Dionysus shouldn’t be in the underworld at all.

3) The baby Kronos has for some reason is in danger but she doesn’t care about that.

4) Dionysus is the god of MADNESS. Again, should he be in the underworld at all??? That seems like a bad situation waiting to happen.

Tldr: Persephone kidnapped a kid, refused their parent, adopted said kid and then made the choice to ghost her husband right after.

This chapter (again) sucked terribly. All it did was cement Persephone as a character who takes advantage of her power to get what she wants. That’s not ‘girlboss.’ She’s a horribly abusive character and her communication skills absolutely suck.

@/Acethena also mentioned that it’s odd how Persephone acts like this when she goes on about her own agency and how people take from her, yet here she is taking agency from a child.

[stardust-sunset]

south park high school headcanons

TW for drinking and smoking (i have t watched the post pandemic special, so i don’t quite consider if canon..? I dunno though please don’t come for me-)

Eric Cartman:

Doesn’t give a shit about school tbh

I mean he’s probably a solid C/D student

Probably sits next to the teacher, lmao

He’s a pretentious little bitch, we know this, and he probably just harasses kids all the time

Like if there’s a presentation or something he’s probably pretending to be asleep or something

(especially if it’s Kyle)

Probably makes fun of everyone for their class choices

”Oh of course Kahl is taking economics. Those damn Jews” or “Kenny, why are you taking home economics if we all know you’re poor as hell and don’t have any food in your trailer to make this shit anyway?”

Was probably that one annoying kid who laughed during sex ed

Flips the teachers off when they aren’t looking

Is probably an angel to all the teachers but to the students, he’s a massive dick

Probably tried making Kyle fail his classes by hacking into the website

They only knew it was him because for comments/observations tab he put some ‘stupid Jew’ spiel

He’s dumb as shit sometimes

Bullies freshmen

Probably started Freshie Friday

Hes the kind of person to spray Axe Body Speay everywhere and has probably made multiple people sick because of it

Failing Gym

Mainly because he never makes up classes and refused to swim in ‘contaminated water’ (probably aimed at the girls or Kenny)

Doesnt date through high school

because nobody wanted to date a neonazi manipulative asshole

Probably didn’t do any clubs

He probably joined the Gay Straight Alliance (run probably by Big Gay Al) and ripped on everyone there

Got bored and never went back after he ran out of jokes

Honestly he’s probably to lazy to do any clubs after school

He doesn’t like staying in school after he’s already

Probably has gotten suspended a few times

(likely for putting a cherry bomb in Kyle’s locker)

Im kinda lost on Cartman lmao

Stan Marsh

Honestly? He probably drank a lot in high school

Kyle often had to take care of him and scold him for drinking

Stan’s probably a B/C student

Probably studies better in a group than alone

Thanks the stars that Shelley is a senior and will leave him alone

(though I do think she somewhat mellowed down, though she still threatens to beat the fuck out of him sometimes)

And Sharon probably helps him when she isn’t busy

But he feels awkward going to her for help

Randy is awful to study with

”So if I have x amounts of condoms and y amounts of-“ “Fuck this Im calling Kyle”

Kyle is his study buddy when he can’t turn to anyone else

which is pretty often

He pays pretty good attention in class

Probably still dating Wendy tbh

Stan definitely wears like zip up hoodies and ripped jeans and such

Probably bleached the lower half of his hair

it didn’t look good

His hair’s greasy af i’m calling it

Its fluffy when he washes it but that’s a rarity

Uses 3 in 1

wears gloves everywhere

lowkey germaphobe

Probably joined some sort of after school activity

Probably some sort of helping the community club

Tbh he failed chemistry multiple times

Hes trying though

Graduates with probably a solid 3.2 GPA

(idk how colorado does it i’m just going based off of where i live)

Probably goes to college and then drops out after two years

Works a few jobs because he wants to get out of the house

Overall good student, 7/10

Kyle Broflovski

That rare breed between nerd and jock

Hes probably one of those athletic kids getting awards and stuff all the time

Def on the swim team during the fall/spring and the basketball team during the winter

Also does a bunch of those community clubs (things that you would join to get into NHS)

His parents are probably super strict about grades

Theyre all about ‘keeping a good example for Ike’

So he usually beats himself up if he gets a grade below a 95

Speaking of, he’s probably top of his class ngl

Very smart

Studies better alone and probably isn’t the greatest at helping others study, but he’s trying

Honestly probably gets a little less insecure(?) about his hair and doesn’t wear his hat as much

Still barely takes it off but he’ll leave it off during sporting events

I know that thing smells like ass/hj

Probably wears a lot of flannels and t-shirts

Has reading glasses (they’re thick rimmed and brown)

Either that or he wears contact lenses but glasses are more convenient for him

Doesnt like wearing them because they remind him of his cousin Kyle Schwartz

Probably in all honors/AP/college courses

Gets academic awards a lot

He probably did band for one year to fulfill one of his miscellaneous credits (he played clarinet)

He’s probably one of the sweeter kids though, sports help him work through his anger issues

Still snaps at Cartman a lot though

Sometimes doesn’t take good care of himself between sports and studying

So Stan whips him into line

Probably had one partner through high school, doesn’t really play around much

Either that or he doesn’t date at all, he’s just too busy

If he were to date it’s be in junior/senior year, maybe sophomore year if it was the right person and they weren’t needy or too demanding of his time

Probably graduated with an advanced diploma

Goes to some ivy league school

Solid 4.0/4.1 GPA

Majors in math and minors in science

Kenny McCormick

Ngl he doesn’t give a shit

Probably failing some of his classes, has a few B’s, some D’s, he’s really scattered when it comes to grades

Probably skips class sometimes when he doesn’t feel like going

Still wears that same parka

He’s still taking home economics/hj

Probably sneaks into the girls changing room as Princess Kenny 🤭

That one kid who has a crush on all his female teachers

”Guys my average is a 69”

Hes the glue to keep all the boys together but tbh I feel like they drift apart and go their own directions during high school

They probably have like-game days on Saturdays though

He wants to keep the group together though because they’re probably more family than his own family (minus Karen)

Still dies a lot

Probably tries to die so he can get out of doing tests and such

Is the reason they don’t allow costumes at Halloween (he was def a playboy bunny)

Probably takes a lot of non honors/no college courses

The latter even less so because his family can’t afford it

Graduates with a barely passing GPA and goes to community college

Probably ended up dropping out tho

But he still makes sure to keep in touch with all the boys (minus cartman but he keeps in touch with Butters)

Butters Stotch

(speaking of-)

Honestly? Solid B student

Is probably still the most naive of the group, though he does stick up for himself now

Doesn’t like being called Butters much but Leopald is worse

So he either goes by Butters or Leo

Probably has a knack for history??

Honestly doesn’t do all honors courses, proabbly does honors history and maybeeee honors English

Sucks at math

His parents ground him a lot because of this

So he ends up with a tutor

He goes to the girls’ sleepovers as Margerine sometimes

Grew out of his Hello Kitty obsession :(

(…tbh he was probably into Pusheen at some point-)

Anyway

Probably has a solid 3.5 GPA or something

Doesn’t graduate at the top of his class but he isn’t the dumbest person in the room

Probably is involved in the theater department

Honestly very artsy??

Probably takes a lot of art classes because he loves it so much

Majors in it!!

Probably minors in history too :)

Hes pretty nice to everyone in his classes and maybe even dates in high school..?

His parents don’t like it though

And he can’t go out much because he gets grounded a lot still

Overall pretty good!!

Tolkien Black

Probably still dating Nicole

Salutatorian

Probably competes with Kyle a lot because of academics

Hes in the band

Plays trumpet

Of course Cartman says shit about this all the time, I’m calling it

Him and Kyle do butt heads a lot but honestly I feel like they’d end up being pretty good friends

Still cringed at his old TikToks

Hes probably in most AP/honors classes

Probably majors in music in college?

Or maybe he minors in it

Most likely the latter

He’a your go to study person

He’s pretty nice about it too, he doesn’t shame you for getting the answers wrong

He’s that one kid who has house parties a lot when his parents aren’t home

Mainly because Cartman kept calling him a pussy and saying he had no balls

Doesn’t have alcohol though

Him and Nicole were probably voted cutest couple

Them or Tweek and Craig

He hangs out with Clyde a lot and helps him with his courses

Hes probably class president tbh

Or maybe vice president

His parents donate tons of money to the school

Hes pretty level headed and calm during tests and quizzes

He’s really focused and motivated in school

Overall solid 3.9 GPA

Probably only behind Kyle by very little

And he’s okay with it

He probably goes to some hardcore Ivy League school like Harvard or Yale or some shit

Probably uses music as a side hustle in college to help pay for his classes

He was hellbent on paying for colllege alone, or mostly alone. He didn’t want people thinking he was only at said college because he was rich.

Pretty good overall, 10/10

Clyde Donovan

Clyde…is Clyde

Hes a dumbass

A lovable dumbass big a dumbass nonetheless

Scored so low on his SAT the first time he took it

Cries to Tolkien all the time because of his grades but when Tolkien tries to help him he gets distracted and leaves

He’s that one hella sporty kid though

Definitely captain of the soccer team

Probably in the Gay Straight Alliance for ‘shits and giggles’ but then finds out he’s pan, lmao

I feel like him and Bebe are really tight

They go shoe shopping together

Cries when he loses Kahoot

Uses Chat GDP to talk to girls 🫢

Honestly is probably like-weirdly good at math but nothing else

Calls Kyle and Tolkien his algebros whenever they’re grouped together

(i kinda hdc that he’s in honors math too with kyle and tolkien)

That honors math course saved his GPA

honestly it’s probably a 3.0 or a 3.1

Hes not completely dumb though

He gets a lot of sports awards and stuff

Kinda headcanon Clyde to have dyslexia?

So maybe that makes things a little more difficult for him

Studies better in groups

Gets easily distracted tho

He’s a horrible test taker

Cries whenever he can’t figure out the answer

Overall, he’s kinda mid

He probably goes to college tho

He stays in college for two years before he graduates

He was probably their star football player, so they were probably sad to see him go

But academically, he’s not great

Craig Tucker

Science geek

Mainly Earth Science but any science is basically a second language to him

He’s honestly probably good at English too?? like he’s a really good writer

Hes probably in honors English and Science

He combusts when it comes to geometry and map work

He’s bad with dates

Like he can hardly remember his anniversary with Tweek or his own birthday half the time

He’s pretty good at helping people study if it’s one on one

He’ll bully some people harder than others when it comes to helping them though

Goes after Clyde a lot of the time whenever he comes over for extra help

”Of you would leave I would be sooooo happy.”

He’s nice with Tweek though

Helps him not to panic during tests and such, probably gives him a lot of fidget toys too

(most of which are space themed)

Speaking of, I do kinda headcanon Craig with some kind of neurodivergent condition like autism or something

I kinda feel like space would be his special interest

He mellowed out a lot after middle school, but he still flips everyone off

Thats usually the extent though

His locker is an absolute mess, I already know it

The teachers for the most part like him

He pays attention and such

Probably wears reading glasses, they’re thin though and he doesn’t wear them a lot

Eric third wheels him and Tweek’s study dates a lot too

He studies online using things like Quizlet and stuff

Loves reading

He’s probably snuck out of class a few times, but doesn’t do it often

Solid 3.7/3.8 GPA

Probably in the top 20% in his class

Goes to a pretty good college, probably on the west coast like in California or something

He’s pretty good in school

Tweek Tweak

Horrible test taker

Probably has to go to a different room, which just stresses him out more

Tbh Eric probably got him to get high once or twice

It did calm him down but it also freaked Craig the fuck out

Especially because this was during lunch

Tweek was fine, he was just extraordinarily sick and Craig was not happy

The teachers don’t really like Tweek

They think he’s a distraction and a ‘bad influence’ for other kids because of his freak outs

He hogs the coffee machine at school istg

I kinda headcanon Tweek to have acid reflux too?? So his stomach ends up gurgling in class and making weird sounds and the teachers get mad-

And this freaks him out even more because he thinks he’s dying

”Why is it doing that?! Why?! Did someone poison the coffee?! Did the underpants gnomes come back?! GAH!”

He’s hella good in gym class

Tweek on the track team??? anyone???

It helps him burn through some of his anxiety

He probably has a 504 too after his parents kept getting calls about his anxiety

Goes to the school counselor a lot

He probably brings fidget toys to class a lot and often has to give Craig his phone so he doesn’t end up getting hooked in on something some celebrity said and then start freaking out

He’s probably really good at English

Reading helps him forget about his anxiety for a bit

He always has to double/triple check to make sure he hasn’t missed anything

He uses his agenda religiously

Its probably stained with coffee and smells like a mixture of coffee and honey and sweat

His hands sweat and shake a lot during tests

He’s probably barely passing math, Craig helps him through science

He’s alright in social studies

His lowest grade is probably a 75

Craig and Tolkien help him out a lot too

I feel like he studies better one on one though

Too many people in one group makes him feel easily overwhelmed

He probably graduates with a 3.4 GPA or so

Goes to college in New England, he thinks city life will calm him down

Spoiler, it doesn’t

He probably drops out after a year or two before applying somewhere on the West coast to be closer to Craig and some of his other friends

English major and art minor??

I feel like he’s really good at art too

Art helps him vent in a healthy manner

Good student, not great, but good

Wendy Testaburger

Honestly? She’s actually low key smart

She was probably third in her class

She’s very good in math and english

She probably takes all the super hard classes too to ‘challenge herself’

She probably invites all the girls (maybe Princess Kenny and Margerine/hj) over for study date sleepovers

They never end up studying

But it does make for a pretty good time

Shes a really good test taker, but she probably ends up being too hard on herself too

Stan probably (reluctantly) asks her for help a lot of the time too

Social studies is the thing she excels in the most

Especially women’s history

She’s probably in a lot of clubs too, like the community service clubs

Shes secretary of her class, methinks

(I think Tolkien would be president, Kyle would be VP, she would be secretary and Bebe would be treasurer)

Cartman ran but they found out he rigged the votes

She’s all for being just and fair, so this pissed her off to no end

She needs glasses, her eyesight worsened after middle school

So freshman year she got glasses

I can see her doing girls wrestling

Shes probably a somewhat sporty kid, not like Kyle sporty but sporty nonetheless

She’s kind of a geek too lol

I feel like her and Kyle and Bebe are actually pretty good friends

They play chess together lol

Shes actually really sweet to like, new kids and such-probably shows them around

She gets some muscle after wrestling for so long

She also probably does track and field

I can see her being really good in long jumping

She kinda sucks at science though

She takes French

She graduates with a 3.85/3.95 GPA

Probably leaning towards the latter number

She probably goes to the west coast as well, probably somewhere in Nevada or California as well

She does pretty well, she goes to a really good school and probably majors in History and minors in English

I can see her being an English:History teacher

Probably for younger kids though

She stays on Twitch with Bebe and Heidi for hours istg

Shes so sweet, i love wendy tbh

Bebe Stevens

I know her mom is like the dumb blonde stereotype, but I feel like Bebe would be somewhat smart

She’s probably not top of her class but that’s not to say she’s not smart

She honestly is probably in the top 10% of her class

Her and Wendy and Kyle probably do study sessions together

She’s really competitive, so she kinda gets mad if Wendy gets a better score than her lol

Shes really artsy

Took AP art

Shes probably in AP Social Studies and honors English as well

Shes fine with reading, she doesn’t like it, but she’ll do it

Shes really good at math tho

Shes not so good at science, similarly to Wendy

So usually Kyle takes the lead on science during study sessions

She’s that one kid to be like ‘tall the substitute teacher is so hot!’ unironically

Shes hella hood at sewing

She’s probably gonna end up going into fashion tbh

She’s oddly good with money

Treasurer of her class

She probably helps organize prom and homecoming and stuff

Doesn’t date, she crushes around though, but she never actually asked anyone out

She’s really intense ngl, she probably taught Wendy how to fight

She’s on the cheer team

She isn’t a prick though, she’s probably one of the most bubbly cheerleaders out there tbh

Shes also in art club

Maybe does theater too?

She’s in band and choir, she actually has a really lovely voice

She can play flute really well too

Shes pretty smart, solid 3.7/3.8 GPA

Graduates and goes to a New England school, like in New York or Connecticut

She majors in Fashion Design and minors in Art

Heidi Turner

She’s not the brightest

Not to say she isn’t smart, she just isn’t very academically inclined

She probably takes a lot of the mythology classes and such

Shes really into star signs and crystals

Her and Craig started a ‘Space Club’ and actually got a few members to join

She kicked Eric out tho

She’s hella hood at Math and English

The rest is history

Sges probably grown a lot since the whole ‘Cartwoman’ incident

And she’s a lot kinder to people now

She’s weird, but a good kind of weird

She gives away crystals as a gift a lot to new freshman

Shes in the choir!!

She actually has a really amazing voice, she’s been doing choir for years

Shes that one senior that all the freshman flock to because she’s the kindest

She stands up for them where they’re being bullied too, tells them to be wary of Cartman

Shes hella short (4’11’’)

So she often gets picked on like ‘aw, someone went into the wrong building!’ or something stupid like that

She’s so sweet though, she’s that one friend who offers to help you with your homework and then just gives you all the answers

She graduates with maybe a 3.6 GPA or so

She probably stays local tbh, for college

Either that or she would go down to New York or smth

Probably gets into a decent school and majors in music

Wait no, she majors in psychology and minors in music

She becomes an art and music therapist, she loves helping people out

i love heidi 🤭

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[thefuchsianeko]

As a "fun" design exercise I decided to mess with the Hazbin characters' designs... Not really "redesigns," but more so "refined-designs"-- Keeping their overall look or "essence" while trying to simplify them and clean up their colour palettes, as well as making sure they all look distinct from one another.

I tried to stick close to the original's style but I couldn't help using thick lines, lol. Along with the simplified shapes, it gives them an early 2000s cartoon vibe I think.

For the colours I tried giving them more unique palettes, as well as making sure that they had enough contrast (the colour value of this show tends to be... not great). Also the lineup at the bottom isn't my final selection, it's just a selection to get a better idea of how they all might look together side-by-side.

Eh, tell me what you think. I could keep editing these but like, I'm tired of looking at them lol. More info on each design (plus a speedpaint) under the cut. It gets wordy, sorry.

Charlie: Not much to say besides she needs more contrast in her colours. I changed her shirt to the same colour as her corneas (yellow) so it doesn't blend in with her skin. I wish her eyes were still black (not only does it bring better attention to her face, but it works better with the idea that she's a doll-- yknow, painted on eyes? Does that make sense lol). In retrospect, maybe it would've been good to try some browns with her colours? Idk. I kept her red since she's the princess of Hell, and Hell's main colour seems to be red. Oh also, I gave her some lines on her face and hands just to make her look more like a puppet/doll. The rest of her body would have the same kind of joints/segments.

Vaggie: Ok I know her hair technically looks more moth-like in her og redesign but... it just seems like too much? Yknow? It's kind of outrageous. Idk how well my solution works but I tried simplifying it. I simplified her bow as well and made her stockings more like leggings. Her X-eye now hides behind her hair. Her gloves are shorter. Also I took away that thing around her waist that.... seems to be a different colour than everything else??? Idk what's up with that. Sorry I took away her feet. I tried out some blue and purple with her, I think it looks nice. Only thought about keeping the red bow because I thought maybe it'll match her with Charlie. Also sorry I took away her boobs 💀💀💀

Angel Dust: So unsure about how I drew him... Specifically, his 2nd set of arms looks so floppy and tacked on, and his legs... Idk I'm not great at digitigrade legs but I'm pretty sure that's officially what kind of legs he has. His head is weird. I think I got the idea of giving him big feet from Meppity's redesign video (her redesigns are some of my faves). I took away his bowtie because... too many of these guys have bowties, and he already has a choker too. Also I had the funny idea of all the Hotel employees wearing bowties/bows of some sort, and Angel is a patron but not an employee... Anyway. Kept his gold tooth to link him to Val (who also has a gold tooth), and kept the dots under his eyes since I THINK they're supposed to be representative of his spider eyes? They can be taken away if need be, though. His gloves don't go all the way up and kind of look like dish-washing gloves again but, the way his gloves go all the way up and his sleeves go into them... it just looks so weird to me. Idk, maybe I should've just given him shorter sleeves, or even no sleeves at all 🤔 And honestly I still have no idea what's going on with his pants. Are they short-shorts? Underwear? Didn't change them anyway. For the colours, I made sure all his gloves were the same colour (still don't know WHY they decided to make his 2nd set not only a different colour, but the SAME colour as his skin/fur????). Turned down the saturation on his hot-pink, and gave his right eye the light pink instead of that almost-black colour (still kept his eyes different colours because I remember seeing a really old sketch page of Angel that insinuated that there was a reason for his eye being black). Made some of the darker parts straight-black just because I've been using that in all the other character's palettes, but this can be changed to his almost-black colour. Also tried a more purple palette to get away from all the pink, kinda really like it.

Alastor: I originally tried his coat with coattails, but wasn't sure about it and made it the original shape. Took away his monocle because fuck that it's unnecessary and clutters his face. Made his antlers bigger. Swapped out his shirt collar to be like the one Charlie's og redesign has, because the way it goes all the way up like that gets on my nerves? Idk maybe I just don't know anything about fashion design but it doesn't scream 30's-suit to me. You could probably take away the collar, though. I wanted to try a lot of darker colours for his palette since he's like... kinda the bad guy. Dark colours would work well for him. I'm worried about his arms getting lost in the black of his coat, but that's why his cuffs and hands are a different colour. Really wanted to give him more than just red so I spread out the yellow of his teeth; I like how it looks for his shirt, it also works well with his eyes to draw you towards his face. I also tried to (again) lessen the saturation of his reds and pushed them more towards orange to better match the yellow. Kept all the brighter colours to his upper body to keep your eyes there, too.

Husk: I think Husk was one of my least favorite designs when the pilot came out because he's a real mess of detail. His wings are the worst. His redesign isn't much better (like dawg why's he got these random-ass hearts everywhere). Simplified his wings to just have some circles and rounded shapes. Kept some heart shapes (like his nose, bowtie, and paws) but added a couple diamond shapes, too (mainly his suspender buttons and the shape of his white chest-fur). Really wanted to have more blatant club and spade shapes too (to add to the poker theme), but didn't want it to get crowed and decided the rest of the rounded and heart shapes worked well enough. Made his eyebrows shorter and more square-shaped. Didn't have many ideas for colours but knew that I wanted to try some oranges and yellows. Made his eyebrows a darker colour, and changed his eyes to yellow corneas with black pupils. Stands out more that way, I think.

Niffty: Did you know her name is spelled with two Fs? I didn't. I don't like it... Anywayyyy. Swirled her hair a little more, and took the yellow streak out. Added some fluff under her dress just to match her apron. Kept the dots on her shirt (though there are only two now instead of three) because I'm assuming it'll make sense later (like idk maybe she was shot to death and that's what they represent), but I wonder if you can take those away for a cleaner design? Gave her more rounded shapes. I said before that all the Hotel employees would have bows/bowties of some sort for these designs: Niffty's would be her handkerchief (yknow, it's tied into a bow in the back? That works right...? Eh.) I took away her cheekmarks 1) to clear up her face and 2) to make Charlie's cheek marks seem more unique and doll-like. For Niffty's colours, I (again) turned down the saturation on her pink. I wanted to try using some green and purple on her, since her inspirations include B-movie aliens and the song One-Eyed, One-Horned, Flying Purple People Eater. Tried using different colours for her skin, since a lot of characters in Hazbin have white skin, and for Niffty specifically I think the white skin along with her white apron dries-out her look (if that makes sense?) Though I do agree her having yellow skin is NOT good if she really does end up being Japanese. I think pink skin works well for her, though. Oh! And again, it helps make Charlie's design more unique with her white skin, making her seem more porcelain. I made Niffty's eyes yellow like her teeth, and then used the same colour for her apron to unify the palette.

Cherri: Ok Cherri's design was my ABSOLUTE least favorite from the pilot, too many senseless details I HATE her ripped pants. So hard to look at. Idk if you noticed in the time lapse but I had to re-sketch Cherri because 1) her pose was too similar to Niffty's (I was making their poses similar to their official art) and 2) her hair was giving me trouble... I kinda hate how her hair hovers to the side like that? Tried re-shaping her hair and now it looks like she uses a TON of hairspray or something, lol. Took away her tattoo but kept her freckles. Took away the skirt thing(?) she's got on her pants. Took the symbol off her shirt, but added an X to her pants (can be taken away, though). Simplified the rips on her pants to just be ripped knees. put a heel on her left shoe so she doesn't look unbalanced/uncomfortable. Made her gloves shorter. For colours, I again took away her white skin for the same reason I took away Niffty's white skin (less "dried out" palette and makes Charlie look more unique/porcelain). Afaik Cherri's not Asian so yellow skin could work for her, though I also tried green skin. Since one of her themes is cherries I wanted to use reds, pinks, greens, and blacks. I tried some green for her clothes (and again her skin), and also turned some of her pinks more red. Made her hair darker for more contrast, and tried using some red for her hair instead of pink (I like the pink hair, but again... red like cherries). In general her colour palette was the hardest to figure out but I think I found some interesting things.

Sir Pentious: Sir Pent was my 2nd least-favorite pilot design by only a little 🤏. It's all his eyes. He's very hard to look at. I took away all the eyes on his tail, and turned down the saturation on the rest of the eyes EXCEPT the ones on his face (maybe I should have just made those reds much different colours, but it still looks a lot better with just the saturation down). Took away his stupid-ass goggles and made the face on his hat a lot simpler (combined the mouth with the hat band; it can still emote btw). Replaced his bowtie with... *quick google search* A jabot? It's supposed to be a jabot I think. I think that's what it's called. More 1700s than 1800s, but eh. Maybe I should've given him *quick google search* a cravat maybe??? Eh, eh, not a fashion expert but anyway. I thickened his mid-section so it eases into his tail better because, the way it is in the official design it always made him look like a slug to me? I looks too... squishy. Banana-slug-lookin' ass Also took away his red-tipped claws and made them straight black. For his colours, I think the grey and yellow works for him already, though I do wanna see how he'd look with more green or blue. Most of what I did colour-wise was the eyes, but also his suit; still grey, but trying both darker colours and pushing it more towards blue and purple. I wonder if I made his skin a little too dark? Is it kinda hard to see his features? Idk. Idk how I feel about these colours. Bleh.

[noelle-holi-gay]

Every year, the Holiday family would celebrate the first snow of winter. But for the first time, Noelle is all alone"

Noelle woke up to tiny white flakes drifting outside her bedroom window, and broke into a smile. The first snow of the year! She leapt out of bed, head filled with memories of snowball fights with her father, building snowmonsters with her sister, and her mother herding them back inside for hot cocoa before they all froze.

Her excitement quickly dampened, however, as reality washed back over her. Dess was… Dess was long gone. It'd been years since they'd last played in the snow together. And normally, she still had her father — but this year, with him in the hospital… And Mom was busier than ever these past few months. She was probably already at work, and not coming back until late.

It was just Noelle, alone, in this big, empty house.

She took a deep breath. That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself, though! Right? There was still snow on the ground, and she was still a Holiday, Angel dammit.

Her winter coat wasn't quite grown in yet, so she threw on a few extra layers and her signature candy-cane striped scarf before venturing out into the cold. It was nice; the snow was beautiful as always, and the chill under her fur was comfortingly familiar. But at the same time, it just…wasn't the same. She kicked a little at the snow piling on the ground, sending a spray of flakes into the air, and watched as they lazed their way back down to the grass.

She sighed, her breath uncurling as a mist in the frosty air. Who was she kidding? There really wasn't any point in coming out here all by herself. It was just making her cold, and wet, and sad. She emay as well go back inside and make herself some hot chocolate — that, at least, she'd be able to appreciate.

But as she turned around to head back up to the porch, she felt something icy and soft smash against the back of her head. She jumped, yelping as snow dribbled down the back of her coat, and whirled around to see Kris standing a ways down her driveway. They were bundled up in a comically puffy winter coat — likely courtesy of their mother — and a pair of red earmuffs, and were already packing another snowball together in their gloved hands.

"K-Kris?" Noelle blinked. "What are you doing here?!"

"What does it look like?" Kris called up to her, before hurling the second snowball at them.

Noelle ducked out of the way just in time. "Hey! Okay, that's it!"

She reached down and grabbed a handful of snow, quickly forming it into a suitable projectile. She threw it right at Kris, and it struck them in the chest — before sliding uneventfully off their water-resistant coat.

"Fool that you are," Kris said dramatically, pointing a finger at her, "for I am immune to all forms of attack!"

Noelle scoffed "You're not immune. You're just wearing armor. Which is cheating!"

"You cannot harm me!" Kris cried, throwing their arms to the sky.

And then a snowball smacked them hard, right in the side of the face.

Noelle broke out laughing as she and Kris both turned to see Susie running towards them, a triumphant look on her face.

"S-S-Susie!" Noelle's laughter suddenly turned much more nervous. "You — what are you — why…?"

"The hell was that for?" Kris shouted at her, brushing snow off their cheek.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Susie smirked. "You're the one who texted me there was gonna be a snowball fight here!"

Noelle paused, turning to Kris and frowning slightly. "Kris, did you…"

But they weren't paying attention to her, desperately trying to gather up another snowball before Susie could. Noelle let out a breath and smiled at them. She hadn't expected this from them, but there was no way it was a coincidence, right? Even with everything going on with her family, she still had her friends.

She grabbed another handful of snow and ran into the fray. Kris and Susie were both holding snowballs of their own, and Kris looked over as Noelle approached.

"Noelle! Truce against Susie?"

"I don't know, Kris." Noelle grinned. "What if I want to truce with Susie against you?"

Kris frowned. "Wow! I see how it is." They turned to Susie. "Truce against Noelle?"

Susie bared her teeth. "Hell no! You were just trying to team up on me!"

"I'm just trying to keep my options open!" Kris defended.

Their argument was interrupted by Berdly running up to them, panting. "Kris! What was this urgent Noelle emergency you texted me about? I'm here to help!"

Kris, Noelle, and Susie looked at each other, and then at Berdly. He gaaze up at all of them, snowballs in hand, and visibly gulped. "Oh, boy."

[mixedmediahmm]

all the uhh cut & clothes queries for callie :]

Ah! The cat girlie superhero time >:)

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

This eight year old is ROCKING her big girl Batman PJs. She also has Wonder Woman ones but only wears them when the other ones aren't in the wash.

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

She wears a lot of different things but usually goes with a skirt with shorts under it and a t shirt. Sometimes she'll ditch the skirt entirely but usually sticks to a certain style of sporty girl.

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

She usually doesn't like dressing formally cause it usually means no fun but her mom and brother want her to look her best so she tries! Has a nice flow purple and white dress she throws a black jacket over. She hides a pair of pants under them in case she needs to "get serious".

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

BIG T-SHIRTS all the way. Along with baggy tattered pants. On weekends she just gets into her brother's hand-me-down clothes and lays about until there's something to do.

outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

She's in the midwest so LOTS of wind and humidity. Can deal with the humidity with her usual wear but for wind she tries to have some form of shawl or blanket near to avoid getting chilly.

footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?

Yellow sneakers for the most part, will sometimes slip on some nice boots in the winter though. HAS to be slip on or velcro cause she detests the idea of any kind of knot.

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

Since her dad's a truck driver, she'll sometimes get the chance to ride with him! She usually wears a T-Shirt under a big old sweatshirt along with some longer jeans cause he usually blasts the ac way cold. And always carries a little to-go bag that's just her DS and a notebook to scribble on if she gets bored on the way.

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

Most of her heroine outfit is just a nice little sleeveless tux with shorts and gloves! The helmet of it has night vision and also a communicator with her brother and the knee as well as shoulder pads are just for extra safety. Her brother Scott was the one that assembled the outfit and gadgets all together in an effort to help her help the town.

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

She has weapons and gadgets her brother made for her! Her belt can turn into a grappling hook, shoes and mock cat ears give her a sense of attacks before they happen, gloves have a Swiss army knife type deal and the pads on it help her stick and her collar can snap off and become a staff! When not fighting crime it all usually just gets stuffed back into her pack.

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

The entire clothes store Justice. Some Claires aesthetics are also squeezed in there but for the most part I wanted the early 2010s style of kids clothing for weird little girls/aff.

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

This girl loves the feel of cotton. T-Shirts are her bread and butter and loves tugging her collar so much. She also enjoys the sounds and feel of her bead bracelets clinking together!

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Like many young girls she gets SO many clothes from family members and such and her family can afford new things but she never usually asks for them! Can go off what she gets. Also in theory she can fix her clothes; she usually just lets her mother or grandpa handle that for her cause she hasn't mastered needle work.

[tiffanylamps]

I have to say that I'm really intrigued by "delicate" and "2:by desire".

Hey anon, thank you for sending me this ask! From this tag game

Delicate is a jwds fic inspired by the song Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift. The fic focuses on the early stages of Joo Won moving in with Dong Sik post-canon, and him coming to terms with being in a relationship. It currently has some major tonal issues, and I don't really know what to do with it. But I'll share the opening paragraphs with you

Dong Sik doesn’t wear gloves when he washes the dishes and Joo Won can’t stop staring. 

This isn’t the first time Joo Won has noticed him doing it, if anything, it’s far more common than one might think. Dong Sik doesn’t use any foresight when washing the dishes and even allows the foamy suds to creep into the calluses on his knuckles, causing them to dry his hands out until they crack with speckles of flaky skin. After every time, it’s Joo Won who massages moisturiser into the brittle patches to help soothe his raw hands. Joo Won is starting to believe that the older man is doing it on purpose. Right now, though, with the winter sun's harsh glow casting their home into an auburn haze of warmth and safety, Joo Won can’t help but just watch. He knows he does it too often - “it” being his insistent observing - and he’s not entirely sure why he can’t take his eyes away from the man in front of him. It’s been this way since the first time he came across Dong Sik’s picture in a case file, and only escalated and grew with intensity with each passing day. But why would he want to look away? Why would he want to miss a possible clue that could lead to a hint, a piece of evidence, a lead, or just something that might mean that Joo Won knows him more than he already does? 

By Desire is an ongoing canon-compliant wip that is a part ii of my fic Indoctrination. It follows the events from episode 9 to episode 13, and all the in-between moments we didn't get to see. It's basically just Dong Sik falling in love with Joo Won and struggling with it, because... well... for obvious reasons. There are already two chapters published- I didn't mean for it to be a wip but... I'm... letting it marinate (yeah, we'll go with that lol)

Yu Yeon was wearing one of her nicer tops, an off-white short-sleeved thing that wasn’t frilly per se, but it definitely was far more girly than the usual boxy t-shirts she sports.  That top paired with her light blue jeans and the butterfly clips in her hair, made her look nice... as if she was making an effort. Which was silly because they were only meeting up with Jung Je and Ji Hwa at the fishing lakes, there wasn’t any reason to look nice. 

“We were meant to be having a nice day,” she mutters, hugging herself for warmth. That’s when Dong Sik noticed that her off-white top and its synthetic material had become almost completely see-through from the rain. He shrugs off his teal sports jacket and hands it to her. 

She pauses with a questioning look, he just shrugs and replies, “your- Uhm, you’ll be cold like that.” She looks down and gasps when she sees the state of her top. She ripped the jacket from her brother’s hand and was quick to cover herself, zipping the oversized jacket all the way to her chin. She didn’t need to thank him, the blush on her face was enough.

Dong Sik sat down with a heavy sigh, unzipping the bum bag tied around his hips and fished out a metal container. They were going to be stuck here for a while, he might as well be comfortable. “Come sit down, you’ll wear yourself out. We can’t go anywhere until the rain stops anyway.”

Thanks again for sending me this ask! I hope you enjoyed the snippets! 😊

(I know that "bum bag" is a term more commonly used in the UK, if you don't know what it means, it's a fanny pack... Fanny has a very different meaning here...)

[mlcheely]

It's Just A Game... CHAPTER FOURTEEN. ☆

DATE : ┃█ █, ████. LOCATION : ┃ █. TIME : ┃██:██ ██.

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  Gasp .

 A large intake of air gathers in her lungs as she sits up. Her hair falls over her shoulders, cascading down her arms. She shifts her gaze down to her body and notices she’s wearing a white gown with a pair of fingerless gloves to match. She feels a choker gently hug her throat and knits her brows together as she reaches up to touch it. Her eyes flick up and scan the area to see a beautiful painting of the sky, baby blue decorated in soft, fluffy clouds. Engulfed in an ocean of flowers; daisies, roses, and forget-me-nots surround her form. The smell of flowers fills her nose as she breathes it in and out. This place is nice and it smells wonderful here, but where is it supposed to be? The last thing she remembers is…is…well, she can’t recall, but she knows she wasn’t here . As she takes another look around she wonders how she got here and in these clothes, feeling a sense of deja vu wash over her. She knows she isn’t in her cell — nowhere near — so…where is she?

 Oh, God, is she… is she dead?

 As she pinches her arm she feels a sensation, but it’s not at all what she was expecting — it’s merely a tingle on her skin. Why didn’t she feel the pinch? Oh God, why didn’t she feel the pinch? A lump forms in her throat as anxiety leers over her. She’s really dead…

 “You’re not dead, Erica.”

 Erica immediately stands and whips her head around frantically, taken aback by the sudden voice. What’s going on? Where did that voice come from? How did she know what she was thinking? What does it mean she isn’t dead? 

 “You were for a moment. Now you are here.”

 So she did die, but she’s still alive somehow. How , though? She swallows before clearing her throat. “Where is ‘ here’ ?” She asks, and the voice speaks up again. “You tell me. It’s your mind.” It says, and Erica feels confusion wash over her. What does it mean ‘her mind?’ She thinks to herself as she glances at the flowery landscape.

 “We are in a part of your deep subconscious…at least, the only part of it that is tolerable.”

 The response causes Erica to jump and she looks around for the source of the voice. There’s not a soul in sight, void of any life aside from the flowers and her own. Seeing as there’s no one around, she purses her lips and starts to look up at the sky. “Who are you?” She questions, chewing on the inside of her lower lip. The lack of response that follows causes her to frown. It only wants to answer certain questions, apparently. She sighs as she ponders a different question to ask. “Do I know you?”

 “Not as a human lifeform.” It responds, echoing through the skies. Erica folds her arms in frustration. “Do you mind elaborating?” She inquires, prompting the voice to further explain. “Formerly, I was in the form of a micro-organism — and then I simply became a part of you.”

 Erica knows what the answer implies, but she doesn’t want to think about her time in Umbrella’s captivity anymore. She decides to push the thoughts to the back of her mind, shaking her head in disbelief.

 “Why am I here?” She asks, fingers starting to fumble with the hem of her gloves. “How am I still alive?”

 “You prevented your body from feasting on the flesh it craved. To make up for your lost nutrients, your body began to consume itself. In short — you starved yourself.” It states, “I absorbed the remaining nutrients in order to duplicate them and help replenish and regenerate your lost cells. The entire process will be quite long…you won’t wake up for some time.”

 Erica feels her eye twitch. Fan- fucking -tastic.

 “Oh, so I’m in a coma? That’s just great .” She scoffs sarcastically, throwing her hands up in defeat. “Why do these things always happen t — ” She starts to turn around but stops when she spots a staircase ascending towards a door. The color and design of the door causes her to feel like she’s seen it before as she steps forward. Where has she seen this door? Her attention isn’t focused on the voice anymore as she steps onto the set of stairs, determined to search the depths of her memories to find this door. She quickly jogs up the stairs but stops when she’s right in front of the door.

 It’s — It’s Jill’s apartment door! No wonder it looks so familiar!

 Her hand instinctively reaches out to grab the door’s handle, but she stops herself and turns her gaze up to the sky. 

 “Hey, uh, I’m leaving…but I’ll be back.” She says, but she doesn’t get a response right away. All that follows is the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through the floral fields, and she purses her lips before grabbing the handle.

 “Good luck.”

 A small smile can’t help but pull at the corners of her lips.

 “Thanks.” She mumbles, turning the door’s handle to see what’s waiting for her on the other side.

 Opening the door, Erica finds herself in one of Umbrella’s laboratories again, completely empty from its employees and staff members. It’s cold and dark and the only lights illuminating the lab are those from computer screens or the lights from inside the cryogenic tubes. A few specimens float inside peering back at her, subdued by relaxants and sedatives. Erica glances at one of the tubes with a terminal attached and she can’t believe what she sees; it contains her body. She rubs her eyes and blinks to make sure they aren’t deceiving her, but after a few moments it’s clear to her they aren’t. She begins to make her way towards her body to investigate, but another person approaches it before she has the chance. It’s a woman — she can tell by her figure — and the more she stares the more Erica starts to recognize the woman.

 ‘No…it can’t be.’ She thinks, swallowing a lump in her throat as she reaches a hand out to touch the woman’s shoulder.

 “Erica…”

 Erica pauses. That voice…it sounds like Jill’s.

 “Jill?”

 The woman immediately turns around at the sound of Erica’s voice.

 “E-Erica?”

 The words are almost a whisper but Jill’s expression reads loud and clear. She can’t believe it — Erica’s alive! Or…is she? This has all got to be just a dream. This young woman looks like Erica, it sounds like Erica, but Jill knows this isn’t Erica. It’s just a figment of her imagination. It can’t be real. It just can’t .

 In the Dreamscape, people are incapable of crying or sweating. They might produce sweat or tears in their sleep, but it’s impossible for them to do it in a dream. Erica isn’t sure why this is the case but if she could cry, she would sob her eyes out uncontrollably in a heartbeat. Instead, she lurches forward and throws her arms around Jill, hugging her tightly as she pulls her close. Her face is buried in the crane of Jill’s neck and Jill is taken aback at first before she reciprocates the hug, squeezing Erica as hard as she can. Her fingers bury into her friend’s long hair and when Jill turns her head she spots a small flower lost in Erica’s locks. She can’t help but wonder about it as they both pull away from the long embrace, but the thought slips away as they look each other in the face.

 “I’m — ” Jill and Erica start and they can’t help but laugh at the sync of their voices. Erica missed this. She missed having someone to laugh and joke with, but she can’t focus on that right now. Not yet. 

 “You first.” Jill laughs.

 “No, you.” Erica giggles.

 “I’m—I’m sorry.” Jill sighs and Erica furrows her brows. “What are you sorry for? I should be sorry for lying to everybody, to you — ” She frowns, “ — to Chris…”

 “I guess I’m sorry because I feel like I didn’t do enough to help you.” Jill frowns.

 “Because I didn’t ask…” Erica says, and Jill knits her brows together as Erica looks away. “Why? Why didn’t you ask us for help? Chris and I would’ve helped you — ”

 “I didn’t want to burden any of you, and—and I know it was stupid of me to think that way and not tell you. I wanted to tell you ever since we met, but I was so scared I — ”

 Jill cuts her off by grabbing her hand and squeezing it. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” She coos, “I’m sorry you weren’t comfortable enough to tell us anything…” She feels a lump form in the back of her throat as she looks into Erica’s eyes. “I’m sorry we couldn’t be there to help you when — ” She stops herself. She doesn’t want to think about that. She wants to remember Erica fondly — not her unfortunate end .

 “It’s okay, Jill. We have all the time in the world to apologize when we see each other again.” Erica squeezes Jill’s hand in return but Jill is confused. What is she talking about? “What do you mean?”

 “I’m alive. I know you probably won’t believe me since this is all a dream right now — but somehow I’m still alive!” She exclaims, and Jill takes a step backwards in disbelief. What? No, that isn’t possible. It shouldn’t be . Erica's been missing for over two months now and assumed dead, but could it really be possible she’s still alive somewhere, and like she said, somehow ?

 She turns her attention towards the first thing she saw when she entered this freaky room; the one containing Erica’s body. This must be how she’s alive; Umbrella is keeping her hidden away in some kind of facility in what looks to be an induced coma, but why? What do they want with Erica? The answer seems clear — for their experiments — but why is she kept inside of this tube? “Is this you?” She asks, and Erica shifts her gaze towards her body floating in the tube behind Jill. It seems she is still trapped inside of the Umbrella facility. Her body is naked, put on some kind of sick display for whatever wandering eyes wanted to take a peek. ‘Disgusting.’ She thinks, frowning as she looks back to Jill.

 “Yes…” A silence settles between the two women as they stare and after a few moments, Jill speaks up. “Where are they keeping you? Chris and I, we’ll—we’ll find you.”

 “I don’t know.” Erica sighs, “But I think I’m still in or near Raccoon City.”

 Jill doesn’t respond after this, contemplating what she should do. How does she know this isn’t just her mind playing tricks on her? How does she know that this version of Erica is telling her the truth, much less if this is the real Erica? She wants to believe it, but she needs proof.

 “Prove it.”

 Erica blinks. “What?”

 “Prove to me you’re telling the truth; prove to me that you’re really Erica. This is just — just — !”

 “I…!” Erica starts, but she realizes she has no way of proving herself. “I don’t know how. I’m sorry…” She pouts, looking down to the floor. Jill frowns as she looks away from Erica.

 Erica fiddles with her gloves, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She wishes she could prove to Jill that she’s the real deal and feels as if it dampens her plan to escape the facility, but then she spots a small flower at her feet. Where did that come from? 

 She squats down and picks it up, twirling it between her thumb and index finger. She stands and Jill looks at her with confusion. What is she doing? Erica purses her lips and she looks up at Jill. It might be a long shot, but maybe this could be her chance to prove herself. She isn’t sure how Sherry Birkin was able to have the exact drawing from the dream they shared, but if Erica wants to test her theory now is the time.

 “Look, this may or may not work, but I want you to take this.” She holds it out to Jill and Jill raises a brow. “A flower?”

 “It’s not about the flower, Jill.” Erica shakes her head, “Take it, please.”

 Jill purses her lips but opens her hand and holds it out for Erica to place the flower onto. Erica places it onto the palm of Jill’s hand, and Jill examines it for a moment. “What do you want me to do with it?” She asks.

 “Keep it, and then you’ll find out if I’m telling the truth or not.”

 Jill feels a smile pull at the corner of her lips and she closes her hand, holding the flower loosely. Before Erica can tell Jill anything else, she suddenly finds herself back in her fields of flowers, overwhelmed by the pleasant fumes. She whips her head around to look for her friend, but nothing.

 “Jill?”

  Nothing .

 “She’s gone.”

 The voice returns and it comes to Erica as a surprise all over again, and she instinctively jumps. “Wh…Where did she go?” She asks.

 “She woke up.”

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DATE : ┃MAY 1ST, 1998. LOCATION : ┃JILL’S APARTMENT. TIME : ┃7:38 AM.

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 Birds chirp a beautiful song outside of Jill’s bedroom window, waking her up in their journey to serenade. Her eyes crack open only to close as the morning sun hits her retinas, and she turns away from the sunlight. She opens her eyes again and her gaze falls onto something laying on the pillow next to her. Jill furrows her brows and sits up, and her mouth falls open upon seeing it. It’s the flower from her dream — it’s the flower Erica gave her! 

 She quickly reaches over and picks it up, holding it inside of her hands. So that means Erica was telling the truth. She’s alive, she’s really alive !

 Tears start to spill from Jill’s eyes, but she doesn’t care. All that matters is that Erica is alive. She starts to sob as she stares at this flower, relieved to know the fate of her friend after being left confused for weeks on end. However, she has a problem now. She doesn’t know where Erica even is. She remembers Erica told her something about Raccoon City, but where could she be? Where could Umbrella be keeping her?

 Jill hurriedly gets out of her bed and plops down into her desk’s chair. She places the flower onto the desk before pulling out a notebook to jot something down. She needs to detail what she saw in the dream and what Erica told her. The cryogenic tubes, the monsters, the lab — Jill couldn’t make any of this shit up if she tried. Even if it all seems like it’s someone’s wildest fantasy story, Jill is sure it’s real. How else would she be able to explain the exact flower from her dream appearing on her pillow? She looks at it for one last glance before rising from her chair. She rips out the sheet of paper and walks over to her pin board, pinning up the sheet for later. Right now? She’s got homework to do.

 She’s going to find out where this facility is and save Erica. Jill wonders if she shouldn’t tell Chris about it just yet, already worried for him and the state he’s been in lately. Long, late night shifts and constant drinking on his days off — who knows how he might react to the news of Erica’s well-being?

 Why would he believe her anyway? How could she explain to Chris about the flower if he didn’t see it in her dream? She doesn’t have an answer, but she can’t help but wonder about something else.

 How did Erica do that?

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TEST SUBJECT 277

 NAME: Erica Slater

PRIMARY DOCTOR: Dr. Albert Wesker SECONDARY DOCTOR: Dr. William Birkin

 SEX: F RACE: Caucasian EYE COLOR: Blue HEIGHT: 5’5”  WEIGHT: 147 lbs

05 - 05 - 98

Subject has been in an unexplainable stasis for an extended period. Vital signs which include heart rate, respiration, blood pressure, and bodily temperature are returning to normal levels. Subject has had a massive rise in brain activity since she fell into a stasis.

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DATE : ┃█ █, ████. LOCATION : ┃ █. TIME : ┃██:██ ██.

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It seems like the world of flowers and fluffy clouds never changes, always staying the same. Erica has tried to find ways to entertain herself, but they all proved to be futile attempts. Staring up at the clouds began to bore her, pulling petals from flowers began to bore her, rolling around in the beautiful fields began to bore her — everything bored her. She sighs in defeat as she throws herself into a pile of tulips, pursing her lips and looking up towards the sky. She can probably entertain herself if she stopped being so stubborn and talked to whatever entity was inside of her mind. She isn’t sure how long it’s been since she last spoke to… it .

 What would she say to it? More importantly, what is its name?

 “I have many.”

 Erica sits up and looks around. There it is, and once again there’s no one there. Hm … She clears her throat. “Uh, what do you like to be called?”

 The response is almost immediate, “You may call me whatever you wish.”

 Erica squirks a brow. “Why is that?”

 “Because I am sure you will give me something fitting.” The answer causes a small smile to grow on the side of her mouth, but she straightens her mouth as she looks up to the sky.

 “Why do you think that?” She can’t help but laugh at the idea of her naming this entity, “Why do you want me to name you?”

 “You are the first human I have taken a liking to in a long time.” The statement causes Erica to furrow her brows. She’s the first human it’s taken a liking to in a long time? Why? Why her ? What is up with everyone suddenly having this fixation on her? “What makes me so special?” 

 “Your DNA differs from any human I have ever merged with. After searching the organized chaos of your brain, I came to learn a lot about you. I know you are not of this world, Erica. That is why you are special, but that is not why I like you.” The next answer she receives, however, is nowhere near the answer she expected. 

 “ I like your valor .”

 Erica makes a face at this, and she can’t help but snort. “My valor? Uh, I hate to break it to you, but I absolutely do not have any valor.” She shakes her head in denial. Valor ? What is this thing talking about?

 “You do not think you have any, because you are too blind to see it.”

 The response takes her aback, but she can’t deny that it probably has a point. She’ll admit that she’s had a history of not noticing her good qualities, and she’ll also (regrettably) admit that she’s had to have people point them out to her. However, she can’t help but wonder why this entity might believe her to have valor. “Can you…Can you tell me what you mean?”

 “Before you died, all you could think about was fighting for your loved ones. Even through all the pain you endured, you never thought once about fighting for yourself. It piqued my curiosity…” It sounds like it makes a long sigh. “You clearly would not help yourself, so I decided to do you a favor. In return for helping you, I would like to ask you for a favor.”

 She purses her lips and folds her arms. What does it want exactly? What would it want from her? She can’t help but feel like it might use her, and it quickly assures her.

 “I have nothing to gain from you except your acquaintance, if you accept that is. The only thing I wish is for you to give me a name.” 

 Erica blinks. That’s it? A name? It just wants to be given a name? Well…if that’s what it wants… “Hm.”

 She starts to look around her surroundings. She feels like it might be too typical of her to name it based off of the flowers, so she opts against it. She looks up to the sky and watches as clouds slowly drift by. She turns around to spot similar looking clouds floating through the blue like the others, but there’s something missing. Furrowing her brows, she looks around the sky and notices that there’s no sun. It’s missing, and while it doesn’t necessarily bother her, it is strange. Maybe she can fix that. “How about Sol?”

 The voice is quiet for a moment, and she assumes it’s thinking. “What does this name mean?” It asks, and she taps her chin in thought. “If I can remember right, it means ‘sun.’”

 “Sol…” It hums. “... I like it .”

 Erica smiles. “I do, too.” She says, and she thinks to herself for a moment before she pipes up. “Would you like to introduce yourself and try it out for a spin?”

 Sol is silent once again before it ultimately agrees with her. “It does not sound like an idiotic idea, why not?”

 The reply causes her to become a little excited, encouraging her to brush off her dress, straighten it out, fix her gloves, and touch up her hair. She checks for any last details to attend to before she stands up straight. “Okay, I’ll start.” She says, taking in a deep breath and relaxing before putting on a bright, friendly smile. Her eyes twinkle as she introduces herself. “Hello there! I’m Erica.”

 “Hello. I am Sol.” It greets her in return, and even though it sounds a little unnatural, she can’t help but smile even wider. “It’s nice to meet you, Sol.” She can hear Sol’s chuckle echo through the sky. “ Likewise .”

 Erica laughs. She likes this. She likes being able to have someone to talk to now. It’s much better than talking to herself or to the flowers. Plus, she finally has a name she can put to the entity that’s come to live in the recesses of her mind. Sol really isn’t that bad. Not like she initially thought, anyways. Even with the knowledge that it’s a virus that was injected into her body, Sol helped her. It saw a reason for her to live, and it stopped her from dying. At first, she wondered why the injections never mutated her or turn her into some kind of monster as it has done to many others, but she now knows why she didn’t suffer the same fate. For a long time it was her curse to care for other people more than herself, but it seems that for once in her life it was a blessing. 

 It saved her life.

 “I think I have a feeling we might get along.”

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URGENT - UMBRELLA EMPLOYEES AND STAFF MEMBERS - MAY 11

It has come to our attention that around 5:00 AM this morning, an experiment involving the Epsilon strain (Ɛ) contaminated the Arklay Laboratory located in the Arklay Mountains. We are not aware of any symptomatic individuals at this time, but if you or anyone you know has been in or out of the facility in the last 24 hours report to your supervisor immediately.

Sincerely,

Umbrella Headquarters.

Umbrella Inc.

[shibuyashotos]

Chapter 4: Life in the Mines

We move forward about a couple weeks into the new life of Samara. While everything seems to be moving forward for her, there's something off with this new direction.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?"

His voice sounded weary, having obvious reservations about her decision. He looked at Samara with a mix of dread and worry. Like this was a moment he never wanted to revisit, he felt a pit in his stomach as he waited for her response.

"I am."

"But why work in the mines? Those blasted saiyans could have you anywhere else! You could even be looking for clues to your past!"

He looked at her with uncharacteristically pleading eyes, hoping she would reconsider. Yet she remained calm and explained her rationale for this decision she was making.

"While I agree that would be important, I can't do that. Not while I'm worrying about you, Mikhail. You're sick and unable to work, so I want to work in your stead. I want to repay your kindness by doing this."

"But..."

"Please. Let me do this for you."

Mikhail remained silent, a fist trembling and tensing up before relaxing as he continued to stare into her emerald green eyes. From his perspective as he stared, these eyes seemed to glimmer as a deep amethyst before reality set back in and they washed to emerald green. Before he could say anything, perhaps out of a sense of worry for the older gentleman, Samara pulled him close and wrapped her big arms around him. His head rested on her breast, the rhythm of her heart beating steadily as he struggled to accept this reality.

"Be safe... please, be safe for me, my daughter."

"...I will."

While he did call her 'Daughter,' she seemed to pay no mind, focused on easing his worries. The next day, she donned a spare jumpsuit of his and made her way to the Faith Abandoned mines. There she would see dozens of men and women, each all covered in dirt, sweat and grime as they carried their shovels and pickaxes and dressed similarly. The ones that seemed cleaner were donning body armor, wearing white gloves and boots similar to her own. These were Saiyans; big, burly folk with grim scowls and little patience for stragglers. Though she didn't think too much of it currently, she had made a quick assumption that maybe she got her boots from a different Saiyan.

"Oi, you there." One barked out to her. He was the larger of the two overseers.

"Yes...?"

"What's a pretty face like you doin' here? You here to work?"

"I am. Is that a problem?"

"No, not at all. Get on with it then."

Strange, but she didn't think to question it further, instead moving on quickly and finding her way through the coal mines.

"Wazzat the one you an' your merc buddies were lookin' fer?"

The overseer asked the other saiyan. The one he asked was another member of the same group that Arlic was part of, under Leek's command. His name was Nach, a recently acquired recruit.

"She does match the description that Arlic gave, but I doubt it. Humans seem to all blend in with one another, I can barely even tell them apart."

The Mines were well into the earth, spacious with walkways carefully manufactured and tunnels carved through. Tracks littered the shaft as carts carried piles of coal and other miscellaneous minerals. In the dim lighting, Samara's eyes glowed quite noticeably as she searched for a spot to start digging.

As she searched, she was joined by other humans, each huddling next to her. Back up on the surface, the conversation continues between the two saiyans.

"So why're you lot rootin' around fer some random woman? did she leave ya with that nasty mark on yer arm?"

Nach looked at his fellow saiyan with annoyance while hiding the marked arm behind his back.

"No, and it's not a matter of your concern. Just keep an eye out for our target and report to us if you find her."

"Awright then. If I see a big lady with scruffy hair and unique eyes, I'll be sure to report 'er. Who knows, it might be m'wife yer lookin' fer. I'd gladly get rid a that 'ol battleaxe in a heartbea-"

"Please shut up. For the rest of the time that I'm here with you, please. Shut Up."

For the rest of the day, Nach stayed until he was called elsewhere. In the evening The Miners would go back to their homes, Samara included. Mikhail sat in front of his front door, waiting eagerly for her. Anxiously waiting, to the point he could be seen with his hands clasped together as she returned. Unprompted he hugged her tightly.

"I missed you too, Papa." She said to him, patting his back.

-End-

[lys1]

Congratulations! You waited so patiently <3 This is another Asra x fem!reader for you. NSFW. 5218 words. 

Playing With Potions

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The late spring morning air was warming up to be a balmy 75 degrees. You had your skirt pulled down and up, tucked in the back of the waistband, forming makeshift shorts. The shop was somewhat quiet, yet the din from the streets made its nimble way through the open windows.

You descend the ladder to the box of ingredients you were unpacking. They had come in the previous evening and Asra had promptly asked you to “organize them later”. Of course you said yes, the two of you shared this shop after all, and the work that came with it.

Asra himself was bustling behind the counter, sweeping the wooden floors free of the dust and fallen ingredients. He stops momentarily to pick up his cup of tea and take a long sip. The jasmine tea's steam billows into his face as he sighs with content pleasure.

The floorboards creak as you step down and Asra looks over at you, gaze soft. "How's the supplies look, dear?" He asks curiously, returning the cup to it’s coaster.

"Ah," you muse, counting the small containers in your hands. "Looks like we will be all set on lizard toes for a while, I think our supply captain read 1000 instead of 100." You can't help but chuckle, it couldn't be helped, at least you wouldn’t have to order more for a while.

Asra's eyes open a little wider, "oh my." He laughs, "I suppose we won’t". He sets his broom to rest against the counter and bare feet pad over to you, his deep-purple eyes examining the products.

You feel his hand settle on your waist subconsciously; a side effect of being close to one another. You breathe in lightly, smelling the sweet scent of coconut and honied biscuits wash over you. Asra's breakfast choice was apparent.

"Mm," you say, turning so the two of you were face to face. "You smell delicious."

Asra smiles, box in his hand now a little less important. "Care for a taste?" He teases, eyes falling to your parted lips. He sets his lizard toes aside and joins his other hand at your waist. You look up at him through your eyelashes and nod.

He is a mere millimeter from sealing the gap between you when the bell of the shop jingles merrily.

"Ah jeez," you huff good in good nature. "I forgot we have jobs and responsibilities."

Asra laughs at your obvious disappointment and steals a small peck. "Unfortunately, we have to eat somehow." He then turns away and walks back to the counter to greet the customer.

The man is short and has a little round face. He looks extraordinarily nervous, and this catches your attention. Yours and Asra's shop is well known in the city and the townsfolk trust their magicians. You hadn't seen anyone come in here looking so nervous, and maybe even a little embarrassed.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Asra asks charmingly, resuming his position behind the counter. Briefly you let yourself admire how nice he looks, comfortable in his shop and expertise, before turning back to the box you were supposed to be dealing with. Not, however, letting your ears miss the conversation.

"I," the man starts, already fumbling with his words. "I, well look. I need help." He finishes plainly, nervously clutching his shirt between his pudgy hands.

Asra smiles kindly, "many do." He says, tilting his head and examining his new client. "Are you here for a card reading? Need to get some answers?"

The man groans as though he is already exhausted with the conversation. "No, I already know what I need. I have the answers. I've heard about this place. The ways you can help people. I live an hour out of the market and I made this trip just to see you."

"We're flattered, for sure." Asra says calmly, you can hear slight annoyance in his tone from all the ambiguity. The visitor is none the wiser though. "To help you though," Asra continues. "I'll need to know what you need."

"Alright I need a potion," the man finally reveals. "One that will help me... with performance." His cheeks are redder than a bell pepper in the sun.

Asra raises a white eyebrow, "performance? Are you an actor?"

"No!" The man's voice came out in a strangled whisper, obviously trying to keep it down. You roll your eyes, chancing a glance over your shoulder. The shop floor wasn't that big, of course you were going to hear everything.

"No," he said again, this time a little more composed. "What I mean is... my sex life performance." The truth comes out. Your visitor wipes his forehead with a dirty rag from his pocket. "My wife and I well.. we've hit a slump," he explains. "And I've heard of potions that can help with that kind of thing. Stuff that will completely change the game." His eyes are shining now, imaging life post-performance potion.

Asra looks uncertain at best. "I see," he starts, shooting you a glance. "That.. does exists. But it takes awhile to make. And the price isn't cheap either."

You shove the last of the crow feathers into their designated drawer while listening. You have never heard of such a potion, but you were also still learning. Asra sounds a little unsure though.

"Price isn't an issue," the man sounds desperate. "I'll pay anything."

Asra sighs, he feels bad for the man wringing his hands before him, practically crying for a cure. "Alright," he finally concedes. "I'll make it, but you'll have to come back in the morning. This kind of thing takes all evening to brew."

Your customer nods vigorously, "I can wait." He says. "Tomorrow morning, yes! I'll be here!" His excitement apparent, he bows a few times while backing out of the door, tripping over his own feet.

The door closes with a sharp bang and the bell rings furiously. Asra blows air out of his mouth so that itf ruffles the curls between his eyes.

"Well," he says after a moment. "A sex performance enhancing potion was not what I was expecting to make today." He rubs his temples, eyes closed and looking thoughtful.

You grin at him from the shelf as you pick up the empty shipping box and rest it on your hip. "That's quite the name, I've never heard of a potion like that."

Asra laughs and opens his beautiful eyes to look at you. "Yes, you'll have to forgive me for not teaching you that kind of magic, it's not the.. safest." He ends uncertainly. "I don't even know how this guy found out about it. It's not talked about much amongst us magicians.. and it's certainly not a common one."

Immediately more questions than your mouth can keep up with flood your brain. "So how did you find out about it? And why isn't it safe?" You ask the two more important ones, eyes following Asra as he finds a piece of paper and quill to use.

He dips his quill in the register's ink well and starts scratching down what you presumed to be ingredients. "I've been studying magic for years, my love." He says simply, "and before you ask, no I haven't used it on myself." He looks up at you, mischief dancing in his pretty eyes. "I'd like to think my sex game is up to par." He adds innocently, licking his lips seductively when your ears tinge pink.

You brush imaginary dirt off your shirt sleeves and huff. "I suppose it's pretty good." You mumble. It almost feels like a lie to just describe it as "pretty good" but Asra doesn't need you to stroke his ego right now. You do that enough falling to pieces beneath him every night.

Asra is well aware of your attempt to keep him humble and laughs lightly. "And to answer your other question," he says, turning back to his ingredient list, "messing with ones body like this can be dangerous. You have to be very precise."

You nod as he explains, it makes sense.

Potions are always brewed in pots over a magic fire so you put yourself to work, removing a medium sized iron pot from a hook on the wall and carrying it to a fire stand. Asra is busy himself, opening various drawers and adding seemingly random ingredients to a basket he has looped over his arm. Iris petals, newt eyeball, and some shimmering gold flakes. You smile watching him, your gorgeous magician; smart and able.

In no time at all Asra has a bubbling pot of sweet smelling liquid stirring before him. You stand beside him, observing curiously.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" You ask, taking note of the large leather gloves that clad all the way up your lover's forearm.

Asra continues to stir and looks over at you, happy to hear your eagerness to learn. "I can't risk even a drop of this touching my skin. It's so strong, and will immediately absorb into anyone's skin, leaving them..." He shakes his head and trails off, amused. "That's why it has to brew so long, to burn off some of the potency."

Your mouth opens in amazement, taken aback by the idea. This is the real deal you decide, stepping back a couple inches in precaution. After watching the potion bubble for a couple more minutes you stretch and grab the watering can sitting by the floor of the door.

"I'm going to water the plants," you inform Asra, waving your hand briefly until the can is full of cool, crisp water. Gods knows there are at least three dozen inside and outside of the shop.

Asra is humming in confirmation that he heard you as you open the shop door to the plants hanging outside. You don't get very far before you're blindsided by a streak of purple darting through your legs.

Escape!

"Faust?!" You yelp, dancing around the squirming snake as she winds her way under and into the open shop. A loud, booming bark makes you jump again. This time a large hound dog is rounding the tight corner from the side street and barreling full speed towards you.

All hell breaks loose. The water can is up in the air, crashing wildly into the side of the building. You are thrown back onto the dusty floor and a mass of fur and teeth race past you, paying no mind to your yelling.

Help!

Faust is racing around the floor, narrowly avoiding the jaws of the angry dog she seemed to have aggravated. There's a large crash from inside and you cringe, hearing bottles break and wood crunch. You look back, scared at what you might find.

The shop is a disaster, papers strewn, vials broken, and potion pot toppled. Asra is groaning on the floor, obviously doing no better than the rest. You glance at him worriedly, taking quick notice of the potion he had been making spilled everywhere, even on him.

You snap your fingers and the dog's growl, who was cornering Faust by the bookshelf, turns into a whimper as you lift him up with your magic. "I'm sorry pooch," you sigh, "but we can't have you eating our friend." With a wave of your wrist the hound is out the door and down the street in an instant. The hinges creak and bell rings as the door is once again closed to outside.

Thank you!

Faust wriggles happily, red eyes glowing in relief. You guess she got up to some trouble with the local fauna. She slithers up the stairs quickly, leaving you to look around at the ruined shop.

"Ah, fuck," Asra's words cut through your thoughts like a knife. He's laying flat on the floor, chest heaving as though he just ran a marathon. Sweat glistens on his tan skin, covering him from head to toe.

You step over the broken bottles and kneel at his side. "My love?" You ask, unsure of what to do. It was obvious what had happened, it didn't take an expert. The potion that was supposed to be for your customer was now soaked into Asra's glowing skin.

Asra opens his eyes and you swallow hard. You know that look, and it nearly makes you start trembling where you sit. Lust is prevalent, clouding Asra's eyes until they're a dark amethyst color.

"You-" you start to speak but are cut off by Asra sitting up abruptly. His face is close to yours and his breath washes over your lips, hot and wanton. He looks positively desperate, just the sight of you sitting before him doing wonders.

"Please," Asra's voice comes out low and husky, he watches your chest rise and fall quickly as a result. "Can I please have you, right now."

You could almost call him asking like that soft and innocent, if it wasn't for the raw, hungry look he was giving you. His eyes were traveling everywhere across your body, leaving an invisible line that you could almost feel burning into your skin. Your lips parted and you let out a soft gasp, the power that kind of look had over you was astonishing. You shifted your legs under you subtly, feeling the result of the hot atmosphere low in your stomach.

"Tsk, tsk," you had to tease for a moment. "Closing the shop at midday for some fucking?" You reach up and cup Asra's cheek, feigning uncertainty. His skin on your fingertips burns white hot and you have to hide your amazement.

Asra's eyes narrow, he knew you too well. With a quick flick of his wrist you hear the deadbolt on the door slide into place. It's only a second later and both of his hands have found a place on either side of your hips.

"Why do you torment me?" he asks, pulling you close so your legs straddle him. "Can't you see I'm getting enough of that from this damn mistake of a potion?" His words are almost shaky, as though he can barely speak anymore. He presses his hips up to meet yours, and a soft sigh escapes his lips as he finally gets a little friction.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and gasp, the feeling of Asra so obviously in need is enough to make anyone go wild.

You can't resist grinding down lightly and Asra's eyes practically roll back at the sensation. "How can I say no to such a pretty face," you whisper, completely in love with his reaction.

That was enough for Asra and without added words he gathers you up in his strong arms and lifts you both. Your head falls back pleasurably when his lips find your neck. It only takes a few quick steps on his part to bring the two of you into the plush back room.

The purple cushions lining the cozy futon sink in gently as your back hits the mattress. The room has a slight pleasing haze as sandalwood incense burns at the table. The smell washes over your senses and a new wave of sensuality comes over the room.

Asra's hands hold you firmly as his lips continue to press lovingly into your skin. He hovers over you, one leg pressed between your legs, causing your hips to involuntarily move along his thigh.

"I need you out of these clothes," Asra groans, lips being stopped at your chest where your shirt has suddenly become a hindrance. He's already tugging at the hem, untucking the loose fabric from your waistband. You raise yourself to your elbows and help him pull the shirt over your head. At once it is thrown over Asra's shoulder and his eyes are set on your bare skin, drinking in the sight of his lover.

You smile at his admiration and lay back again, stretching your arms above your head and arching your back. You feel his hands on your stomach, traveling up to rest on your breasts. Your skin prickles with desire, flesh lighting on fire from his ministrations.

"How did I get so lucky," he breathes out, looking down at you with a look filled with love and passion. He rests the tips of his fingers on your nipples and swirls them lightly, leaving you to twist in torturous pleasure beneath his touch. "Everything about you is beautiful." Asra continues to flatter, lowering his head so his curls tickle your stomach. He licks a long line from the dip of your hip up to the valley between your breasts.

After a few moments of tasting your supple skin he moves his hands to the top of your skirt and tugs. You lift your hips in compliance and the fabric slides down your legs easily. Asra licks his lips as your body is finally fully presented to him.

"I could feast on you," he announces, voice lowered with need. "And I wouldn't go hungry in a lifetime." These words he whispers into your inner thigh, they tickle your skin softly.

You watch with bated breath as the man before you adores his lover. It's hard to keep your moans controlled as you feel his sinfully good tongue lick you in a way that can only be described as ecstasy.

Asra shifts into a more comfortable position, lying on his stomach and he brings your legs to lay comfortably over his shoulders. You shudder as you feel his hot breath flutter over your dripping slit. He doesn't waste anymore time and lowers his face to enjoy you.

Your thighs squeeze his head lightly as your body arches in response. Asra is devouring you as though you were a feast and it was the only meal he is to have in a lifetime. He grips your legs tightly to keep you from moving and covers your slit with his mouth, sucking for a moment on the tight nub at the top. He groans happily into your skin before moving down to lick your hole.

"Oh please, yes," you run your trembling hand through his hair and raise your hips up to meet his greedy mouth. He laps short, quick strokes first, stimulating you into madness.

After a moment he slows his tongue down to swirl languidly, looking up at you. You make eye contact and groan at the erotic scene of him eating you out. "That mouth of yours is too skilled for its own good," you whisper, fingers digging into his scalp, trying desperately to savor every swipe of his tongue.

Asra smiles against your folds. "I live to make you feel good, my dear." He says, pausing a moment. "You intoxicate me. Your smell, your taste. I couldn't get enough even if I had all the time in the world." He presses his lips on each one of your thighs with hot, open mouth kisses.

You blush at his words, feeling amazing under his praise. "Come here," you command softly, pulling on Asra's hair lightly to guide him back up your body. He kisses every inch of skin he passes before finally reaching your lips.

"Mm," he hums, taking your face in his hands. "But these lips, are like the finest honey in Vesuvia." He lifts your head so your mouths meet. It's a hot and feverish kiss, full of staggering amounts of love.

You press your body into his and relish in the feeling of kissing Asra. Your mouths are opened to one another and your tongues meet in fiery unison. While you enjoy the kiss you allow your hands to roam. Your fingers find his shirt buttons and you start to undo them as best you can, only a little distracted. It takes just a minute and you sigh happily into his mouth when you finally remove the annoying clothing.

You part a moment to admire the divinity of his body; prostrated before you. He was calling himself the lucky one, but you could probably make a pretty good argument for it being the other way around. He looked absolutely glorious in the hazy glow of the room.

As you reach for the waistband of his pants and rest your fingers playfully on the skin above it Asra breaks out in goosebumps at the fluttering feel of your touch.

"Ah," he breaths out, raising himself to his knees and closing his eyes. Clearly, he's enjoying the attention finally being on him.

"You are the one with the potion affecting them." You say, drawing a line from one hip to another. "It'd almost be criminal to ignore you for any longer." Your eyes fall to the bulge straining under Asra's pants, just begging to be free. A smile plays across your lips as his breaths quickens significantly.

"I.. wouldn't complain." He finally manages to say in a strained tone.

You smile, maybe a little too satisfied, and hook your fingers under the band. "I know." You chuckle, pulling. The trousers catch a moment on Asra's hardened length before slipping down to his knees. You take time to admire the sight before you, licking your lips. Asra is panting slightly, looking down at you lustfully as your eyes graze over him.

He grabs your head on either side and looks into your eyes. "Please," is all he can croak out.

You swallow thickly and you feel yourself dampen even more at his begging words. “I’d like nothing more" you say; need dripping heavily from your words. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his leaking slit lightly. Asra's body shivers with pleasure when your soft lips meet his aching shaft.

You take a breath before closing your mouth around his tip. Your cheeks hollow and you suck in deeply, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure emitting from Asra's lips. He groans even deeper as you finally swallow down his whole length, tip sliding down the back of your throat.

"Ah fuck, baby," he stutters through gritted teeth, fingers threading through your hair. He thrusts into your mouth without hesitation, reveling in the way you feel around him. The pace is fast and vicious, leaving no time for extra room for breathing.

You choke back your gasps and feel the involuntary tears prick at the corners or your eyes. Your hands fall to your sides as you let Asra use your mouth how he pleased. Licentious noises ring around the room as he sinks his member into your mouth relentlessly, moaning at each stroke and the salacious feelings that come over him.

His grip tightens in your hair as he pounds into your face. You open your mouth as widely as you can and take him in, ignoring the slight pain of labored breathing. The feeling of being used so mercilessly is intoxicating, and you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure that overtakes you.

With a loud pop he pulls out of your drooling mouth, leaving you to be the one groaning in disappointment.

"I'm sorry love," he huffs dazedly, need heavy on his features. "But if I don't stop this now I'm cumming in your mouth."

"That doesn't sound so bad," you complain, sticking your tongue out so Asra can view how much you want it. His eyes darken considerably and he looks ready to break.

He takes a breath in sharply, steadying himself before holding your face gently in his hand. "As much as I want you fuck your face, that pussy of yours I know is dripping for me and I have to comply." He chuckles, running his thumb along your lip.

You whimper at his words, practically climaxing at the suggestion. You meet his eyes in a needy manner and nod. "Oh, Asra," you start, already seeing excitement flit across his face at the mention of his name. "I want you more than I can even describe to you."

To this Asra inhales sharply, thumb still hooked in your mouth. "Tell me how you want me," he says, barely able to contain his own desire.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," you begin, knowing exactly how to please his ears. "I'm going to cry and moan, and beg you for relief but you will know better." His eyes widen in ecstasy but you continue anyway. "I want you to give everything you can to me, without holding back."

Asra seems to snap right in front of you. His features immediately seem to plead for consolation. "You'll get what you ask for." He growls, fingers tightening in your mouth. You lick his thumb seductively and the action throws him over the edge.

Asra's hands fly to your waist and hold you firmly, you're flipped over; ass to the heavens greeting him. He swallows at the sight and digs both palms into the flesh, enjoying the feeling immensely. "So needy and ready for me," he groans, finger finding your entrance and slipping in easily. You gulp at the warmth of having fingers enter you. Asra is unrelenting and curls them cruelly against your walls.

"Just fuck me already!" You cry, unable to hide your desires anymore. You hear Asra laugh behind you, yet despite this you know he is dying to sink himself into you.

"Alright, alright." He concedes, taking your hips in his hands. "If you insist."

You feel his tip slide against your slit and shudder, craving the feeling of him inside you. It doesn't take more than a moment before you feel him start to enter you. You lay your head down, turning your face so you can watch Asra take you from behind.

His lips are parted in a silent moan as he relishes in the feeling of your walls around him. You sigh softly as he fully sheaths himself in you, a small tremor passing over your body from the pleasure. One moment, two moments pass as you both bask in the feeling of being connected.

"Give me your hands," he commands, slowly sliding in and out of you, giving no care to his agonizingly slow pace. Soft gasps are falling from your lips as you try to register his request.

Carefully, you cross your arms behind your back. It's no use to keep the blush at bay as you take in the dirty scene. Your face is pressed to the pillows, unable to move much as Asra takes your wrists and pins them to your back. Your ass is raised in the air to meet his rhythmic thrusting.

Asra grips one of your thighs with a free hand and quickens the pace a little. Your eyes shut tightly as your body responds. You can feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each snap of his hips. It's unrelenting and you have to catch yourself from begging for more.

You feel the fingers around your wrist tighten a bit as Asra's breathing speeds up behind you. You know that he's set on giving you as much painfully slow torture as he can manage himself, but you also know that potion is working against him. There's nothing he wants more than to let go and pound you into the mattress.

"Baby," you choke out, words bouncing along with your bodies. "I know you want to fuck me so good right now." Your voice is deep with seduction. "Please just fill me up like I know you want to." You finish your plea, watching his face with satisfaction. His eyes are darkened with desire. He takes just a few more strokes before slowly to a stop inside you.

"You asked for it," he warns. He only takes a moment to let go of your wrists and flips your body so you're facing him. He cages you in on either side and licks his lips as he stares into your eyes. His hungry mouth meets yours in a kiss full of fire. You can melt into it for only a second before you feel him grab your hips and pull you flush against him; Your cries drowned by his lips as he sets an erratic pace, skin meeting with loud slaps.

"Fucking hell," he groans, still kissing you between words. "You feel like heaven on earth. You're so hot, and I can feel your insides squeezing me." He explains, hot breath falling over your face. Your cheeks burn at his descriptions.

You loop your arms around his neck and press your chest into his. Your skin meets, shining with sweat and burning from love. Asra presses back, savoring the feeling of your nipples brushing against his.

You start to feel that familiar blossom of unreleased pleasure pool in your lower stomach. Asra's shaft is hitting you just right, sending jolts of satisfaction right to your core.

"Oh-" you stop and whine pleasantly when he shifts angles. "Fuck. Please yes, don't stop!" Your arms drop and nails dip into his biceps and you grit your teeth from the hot delight searing through your body.

"I couldn't even If i wanted to," Asra answers, words strained as his grasp on himself starts to crumble. His breath is leaving his lips in short pants now and you can almost see the resolve to hold on slip away before your eyes.

He falls into you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and thrusts into you with all of the strength he can muster. You bury your face in his neck and take hold of his hair. You can feel Asra's body shuddering to not let go.

You bring your lips to his ear and bite his lobe. "Won't you come for me sweetheart? Please empty yourself in me." You whisper.

Asra takes in a sharp breath and you hear him choke at your words. They were enough to push him over the edge and he rams into you with a low, strangled cry.

Your head falls back and your mouth opens in a silent scream as Asra lets himself go in you. Your legs shake violently of their own accord as you feel your orgasm wash over you, leaving your body in euphoric fire.

Asra's lips immediately find yours as you ride out your orgasms together. You kiss him passionately, all of your senses in overdrive. His kisses are soft, and sweet, a clear declaration of his love. Happiness rushes in like a flood as you enjoy the afterglow. After a minute Asra removes himself from you and joins you in laying down, sides still heaving from the activities.

"My dear, how I love you." He says with a smile, running his fingers in slow, soft circles on your stomach.

You turn on your side and look into his eyes. He looked content, and his cheeks were dimpled from his growing grin.

"I love you too," you return, hand falling into his. His skin was still warm. The two of you lay there for a while, out of breath and simply enjoying the presence of one another.

Eventually, Asra sits up and looks down at you with humor in his eyes. "Well, I think I can tell our buyer that we did an extensive review of his product and it does, in fact, work."

Your face breaks into a smile and you laugh at Asra's words. "Oh goodie, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear all about it."

[crazygalore]

GABRIEL MAY (MALIGNANT) NSFW ALPHABET

TW: mentions of dysmorphia, NSFW

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

Surprisingly, Gabriel actually NEEDS it, after each lovemaking session - no matter how gentle or how rough he was with you. He’ll draw the both of you a hot bath, and help you wash yourself. If you return the favour, this boy will positively melt, and let out tiny noises that sound suspiciously similar to little purrs. Afterwards, once he has patted your dry with a fluffy towel and dressed you in your favourite pyjamas, Gabriel will carry you to bed, and place you under the covers. Then, he will bring your favourite snacks and beverage, to enjoy while you huddle together to watch a movie before falling asleep.

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

Gabriel could never pick just one thing he loves about you - because he practically worships you body and soul. You are infinitely beautiful in his eyes, and the fact that you love and accept him for who he is feels like a miracle to him.

Since he doesn’t actually have a body of his own, he expresses his identity though clothes that he wears, which are different than the ones owned by Madison. Although they’re not body parts per say, he sees his leather coat and makeshift gold dagger as extensions of himself, and he enjoys donning them whenever he takes over his twin’s body. He will, sometimes, remain fully clothed during sex.

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

His pleasure is your pleasure, and he will make you cum as much as possible, if only to enjoy your desperate moans and whimpers. 

Being transmasc and trapped his Madison’s body, he suffers from severe dysmorphia and doesn’t really enjoy being touched intimately. And, as stated HERE, he did communicate with his sister when the two of you decided to become intimate, because he felt like this specific situation called for his sister’s consent. She doesn’t have access to his memories regarding his sex life, though - which is for the best.

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

It’s not a secret that he loves watching you pleasure yourself. The first time he witnessed it, you weren’t aware he was there, lost as you were in the act, so he quietly enjoyed the show from the door, a smug smirk playing at the corners of his mangled mouth.

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

You are Gabriel’s first and only love, and the only person who ever saw him as a human being, worth of respect and adoration. So he doesn’t have that much experience, but he did his research and tried to learn as much as possible about the human body’s erogenous spots. That makes up for his lack of actual physical experience, at least most of the times. But since your guys’ relationship is based on trust, respect and communication, Gabriel is never ashamed to ask what works for you, and what doesn’t.

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

Missionary, since he usually uses his mouth, fingers or a strap-on to pleasure you - and he wants to be able to look at your face, kiss your lips and hold you in his arms during sex. Gabriel is a very tactile person, and extremely touch-starved, so he actually NEEDS to be held, caressed and comforted. It’s the main reason why he enjoys making love to you so much, because the physical intimacy is something he’d never experienced before.

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

I wouldn’t say he’s particularly goofy, but he isn’t very stoic either. If anything awkward ensures during sex, he will try to make you laugh about it, so that you can relax and move on.

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

He doesn’t actually have a private area of his own, and its pretty much Madison’s business as to how she grooms her nether region. He doesn’t actually care about those parts, since he never uses them.

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

Very intimate, very romantic and very needy. As stated above, he craves physical contact, and he melts whenever you treat him with gentleness and affection. Hold him, kiss him, caress his scarred cheeks, and tell him how good he makes you feel, and Gabriel will be putty in your hands.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t actually partake in this act, as he doesn’t enjoy looking at, or touching the private parts of the body he shares with his sister. But sometimes, he fantasizes about what he would do to you, if he had a body of his own.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Gabriel is surprisingly vanilla, but he can be pretty dominant in the bedroom. He will pin your wrists above your head, as he fucks you into the mattress, or guide you into touching yourself, his voice a mere growl coming from your phone’s speaker. Knife kink, maybe, but only when it comes to cutting off your clothes. He doesn’t wanna hurt you, so unless you insistently ask him to, Gabriel won’t hold his makeshift dagger to your throat, or drag its blade across your skin. After all, he has other ways to let out his violent frustrations, so he feels no need to bring that to the bedroom. He was hurt by people who abhorred him, and he returned the favour years later. Love and violence do not cross paths in Gabriel’s mind.

Also clothed sex, because he enjoys wearing his leather coat and gloves, as he teases your naked body mercilessly.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere inside the house, but the bedroom is his favourite, because it’s more private and safe. Plus, he enjoys taking his time, so the bed is the most comfortable option when it comes to lengthy lovemaking sessions.

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

Whenever you treat Gabriel with kindness and love, he will feel the need to bring you pleasure, and show you just how much he covets you. For him, sex is a means of expressing his affection for you - it’s an act of adoration and gratitude.

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

He will NOT hurt you, ever, no matter how much you insist. You are the only person who has ever treated him right, and he cannot bear the thought of harming you in any way.

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

Enjoys giving, and is very enthusiastic about it. This boy will eat you out for hours, and has become fucking expert at it. He knows just how to angle his face, and use his teeth and tongue to cause you maximum pleasure. Your taste is heaven to him, and your needy moans and whimpers are music to his ears. He will edge you, he will overstimulate you, he will play your body like a violin, using his mouth and fingers alone.

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

Depends on the mood. Slow and sensual is his go to, but he can be rough if you ask him to. But regardless of the pace, Gabriel is ALWAYS very passionate, and completely dedicated to your pleasure. Also, this boy is inhumanly strong, so he may end up becoming rough without even realizing it - but in case it becomes too much, all you have to do is tell him, and Gabriel will apologise and treat you more gently.

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

Not opposed to them, but he prefers taking his time.

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

He’s willing to try anything, so long as it doesn’t cause you any actual harm. Hickeys and faint finger-shaped bruises happen a lot, since he doesn’t always calibrate his strength properly all the time.

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

Oh, he could go on forever. Remember he experiences pleasure exclusively through you, so he never gets tired of it.

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

Oh, yes, 100% a fan of toys, all of them meant to drive you utterly insane with pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The most unfair and maddeningly patient tease to ever walk this Earth. He will edge you until you’re crying and begging for release - and only then will he CONSIDER to maybe let you cum.

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

Low growls and muffled moans are the best he can do - although he may use your phone’s speaker to talk dirty to you.

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

Gabriel really enjoys sucking on and playing with your nipples. And, yes, he has actually made you cum by solely teasing and fondling your chest.

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

As I said, he uses a strap-on, which is just the right length and thickness to bring you maximum pleasure. In fact, the more I think about it, the more inclined I am to believe he consulted with you before buying it.

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

I would say his sex drive is medium to low, so unless you initiate it - case in which he will be delighted to take you to the bedroom - he will rarely bring it up. But he does have his moments, when he simply craves your passionate embrace.

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

It depends. Sometimes he falls asleep as soon as aftercare has been performed, and sometimes he stays awake a little while longer, just to watch you sleep peacefully by his side.

[pickalilywrites]

Some Jean/Pieck pls! I’m obsessed! Also I’m a Porco/Pieck shipper so maybe past Porco/Pieck? Whatever inspires you. I’m just craving Jeanpiku after the new chapter

hhhh sorry this took so long ^^"

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I Just Wanted to Hold You

JeanPiku. Canonverse.

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Jean is washing the dishes when he feels someone hug him from behind. He already knows who it is without looking, but he turns his head to just catch a glimpse of her face. His smile is full of affection when he asks, “What’s this for?” 

“Nothing,” Pieck says. She turns her face and buries it in his back. He can feel her breath through the fabric of his sweater. “I just wanted to hold you. I just wanted someone to lean against.” 

Pieck is like this. She’s usually affectionate to begin with. Being with her means casual touches: reaching out to fix his hair even if she’s fixed it a dozen times this morning, walking over to wrap her arms around him if they’re within the same vicinity, leaning against him and putting her head on his shoulder if they’re standing next to each other. Jean doesn’t think he’s ever met anyone who’s been this physically affectionate, so it amuses him. He always likes to ask her why even though Pieck always replies that she doesn’t really have a reason. 

There are also times when she does have a reason, but she doesn’t say it out loud. During those times, Pieck wears a frown instead of her usual smile. There’s a faraway look in her eyes and clings to Jean just a little more tightly. It’s times like these when Jean can feel her frown against his back, when she has a reason to hug him and hold him beyond “just wanting to.” 

Jean sets his dishes down and pulls off his gloves. He pries off Pieck’s hand for only a second so that he can turn around and hug her back. Her head only comes up to his chest. Fondly, he strokes her black hair. “Do you miss him?” he asks her quietly. He doesn’t say his name out loud. He doesn’t have to. 

“Yes,” Pieck replies, her arms wrapping around him even more tightly. Her voice sounds nothing more than a broken whisper. “I miss him so much.” 

Maybe he should be jealous. Maybe he should pry Pieck away from him and ask her why she’s thinking of another man in her arms. Maybe he should tell her that she shouldn’t hold someone else in her heart when Jean is right here in front of her. But that would be cruel, and Jean is no stranger to loss himself. 

Her hair feels so fine as he threads his fingers through it. “Tell me about him,” Jean tells Pieck, and he feels her lean into him even more. 

Pieck takes a few deep, shuddering breaths. Silent tears soak Jean’s sweater, but they still stick to Pieck’s eyelashes even when she pulls away. She closes her eyes as he dabs at them with the sleeve of his sweater. 

“He was very sweet. He didn’t look like it, but Porco was always sweet,” Pieck mumbles. The tip of her nose is red and her cheeks are flushed from crying. She turns her cheek and rests it against Jean’s chest. “He acted rough on the outside, but he could be so childish sometimes. It made him even sweeter.” 

Jean hums, a hand patting Pieck on the back comfortingly as she tells him about Porco Galliard, the man she had loved and lost. Some days he hears the same things over and over. Other days, he learns something completely new about Porco that he had never known before. Jean had never had the chance to speak to Porco back when he was alive, but Pieck speaks so much about him that Jean feels like he did know the Jaw Titan if only a little bit. 

“He liked it when I held him at night. He told me it made him feel safe,” Pieck says. “Holding him made me feel safe, too.” 

Strangely, Jean doesn’t feel envious. He only wonders if Pieck feels the same kind of security when he holds her in his arms as she talks about her lost lover. If Jean can even give her the fraction of warmth and security that Pieck had felt with Porco, Jean would feel content. It feels too needy to ask her out loud, so Jean just rubs her back and lets her listen to the beat of his heart. 

“I always think about him. I still miss him so much,” Pieck says outside. She doesn’t say anything after that, just times her breathing to Jean’s heartbeat. After a moment, she turns her head to look up at Jean and says, “That never bothers you. I talk about him so much, but you’re never bothered by it at all. I don’t mean to speak about him all the time, but it just happens. You never ask me to stop.” 

Jean smiles and brushes a lock of hair away from Pieck’s eyes. “It doesn’t bother me. I don’t know why it should,” Jean says as he leans down to press a kiss on Pieck’s forehead. “It makes me happy that you freely tell me about someone you loved so much, that you still love so much. It amazes me how much love you hold for him even now.” 

Pieck closes her eyes as Jean presses tender kisses to her cheeks. “I love you, too, you know,” she murmurs. Her grip on him has loosened. She leans against him, melting against him as he caresses her face and presses more kisses against her skin. 

“I do, and there isn’t a day where I’m not grateful that you love me. The fact that you love me even after everything you’ve been through is something I’ll always be incredibly grateful for,” Jean tells her with a smile. “And how can I stop you from speaking of Porco, who you loved so much, when I’m grateful for him, too, because he loved you when I couldn’t.” 

Pieck gazes up at him, eyes sparkling. For a second, she looks as if she might cry again, but she quickly buries her face in his chest once more and tightens her arms around him again. Her hold around him is so tight that Jean can hardly breathe, but he only laughs and pets the top of her head. 

“What’s this for now?” Jean asks her. 

“Nothing,” Pieck mumbles into his sweater. She doesn’t loosen her grip, and Jean smiles as he presses a kiss to the crown of her head. “I just wanted to hold you.” 

[harrywritingsbyme]

A Beautiful Day

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One 

A/N: So he’s backkkk and I love him so much and y/n loves him so much and I wanted them to just have their moment. I also wanted to show y’all his cute and sweet and soft side bc he does have one and I can’t deprive y’all of that. But don’t worry, it’s filthy too😌…the ending sucks but you already knew that and this is the 5th installment of Sneaking Around but you already knew that too lmao. enjoy🙃

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It was Harry’s turn to pick you guys’ date. While you were all for a cozy and cuddly night in with pizza and wine watching every movie you possibly could before either breaking for sex or falling asleep(eventually it turned out to be both), Harry had other plans. He’d spent a good part of his week planning for this date day turn night for you two. He even went as far as to take off for the entire day just so that he could spend as much time as he possibly could with you. See, even though he was constantly horny and dying to touch and be inside of you, Harry was quite the romantic. He loved having those lovey dovey couple moments with you. He loved making you smile and expressing to you just how much he loved you; and that was a lot. In fact, between the two of you, he was the first person to say I love you in your relationship. He’d been in love before, but it was never fully the way he was in love with you. With this being said, Harry made sure to do the absolute most and make it all incredibly special when it came this turn of his to plan your date together. It wasn’t a day that was marked on the calendar like a birthday or anniversary, but it was a day that Harry just wanted to completely be with you and just enjoy the time that wasn’t always readily available to you both. 

Now Harry wanted to make it as special and as much of a surprise as possible. So the night before, all he told you was what you should wear and when to be ready. Even though you felt so bad that your best friend had a fully loaded day of classes, you were so glad that she’d be away from home and busy all day. You didn’t want her to ask about why you were getting dressed up and stuff. It’s just that you felt really bad for keeping things from her, especially this. So when she told you that she had a packed day right after Harry texted you the time, you were able to let out a big sigh of relief. Plus she was going to spend some time with her boyfriend for the weekend anyways so you’d be able to stay away a bit longer.

After finishing up with your early and luckily your only class of the day, along with getting some other work done, you spent the rest of the morning getting ready for your date with Harry.  He said that he’d be picking you up around one so you were able to relax a little bit before getting into the shower and getting ready for your date. And as you’re getting ready, you make sure to keep Harry in mind. For starters, you made sure to use the body wash that had the scent that would just cling to your skin throughout the entire day. Whenever you used it and you’d be with him, Harry went absolutely wild. He was just obsessed with the way you smelled couldn’t manage to keep himself away from you. On top of that, you gave yourself a couple sprits of your perfume which just so happened to be one of Harry’s absolute favorites on you. For some reason, Harry was obsessed with your scents. He was always fixated on how good you smelled and for some reason it just made him even more attracted to you if that was even possible. And when you combined the scent of your body wash and your perfume, you struck gold. Harry had managed to supersede this obsession and become fully and even more entranced with you than he already was. And it was all because of how good you smelled. You felt similarly about Harry and the way he never missed the mark when it came to how good he smelled but he was on a pretty different level in comparison to you. 

Anyways, aside from making sure you smelled heavenly for him, you spent a good bit of time figuring out what to wear. Since Harry told you to wear something that was pretty but not fancy the night before, when you were getting ready you pretty much raided your mini collection of dresses that were hanging up in your closet. It took you a while and a few times of nearly giving up to find the perfect outfit for your date. When you made it to the dress, you were absolutely floored when you looked at yourself in the mirror. You almost forgot that you even had this in your closet and you were so thankful you didn’t because it looked amazing on you. 

When you put it on, it fit your body like a glove. The dress was a pretty and soft pastel yellow color that looked amazing against your skin and fell perfectly right below your knee. The skirt of the dress also moved right along with your movements which made you love it even more. You truly felt like a princess in this dress. Along with the color and impeccable overall style of the dress, there was one other thing that completely sold you on this one. It had more of a lower cleavage. The dress was a bit low cut in the front which allowed for you to give Harry a good view of his favorite part of your body. His number one would always be between your legs, but your chest was a very close second. He’d try to be all gentlemanly and say your heart but you always called bullshit on that one. Anyways, to take full advantage of the low cut front of your dress you make sure to properly adjust and lift your “chest” to give Harry the cleavage he’s constantly craving. You were certain that once he saw you, his mind would be racing.

By the time the clock struck one, you were all dressed, your hair and makeup was all done, and you were able to immediately answer the door when Harry knocked. When you opened the door, Harry was completely floored by your appearance. As the door in front of him opened to reveal you, Harry’s emotions and facial expressions did a quick 180. At first he was all happy and excited to see you. But once he did, he became even more excited, but for other reasons. He couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping at the sight of you. You looked absolutely stunning, Harry was in complete awe. He was so entranced with you that you had to snap him out of it, causing him to get all blushy and cute. After bringing him back to earth, he quickly gave you the small bouquet of flowers that coincidentally matched your dress perfectly along with a kiss to the cheek before whisking you out of your apartment and to the car. 

During the ride to the undisclosed date location, Harry had to continuously refuse to tell you where he was taking you two for your date. No matter how much you pouted or tried to tease him, Harry wouldn’t let up. He wanted to keep this a surprise so bad and he refused to give in to his weakness; you. It was so hard to keep it all in but Harry was determined to do so. Luckily for him, the fight to keep his plans under wraps subsided a bit after about twenty minuets into the drive. After seeing that you weren’t getting anywhere with Harry spilling the beans, you decided to just sit back and enjoy Harry and the ride. You figured that he had a big surprise or something and you didn’t want to ruin it, so you just decided just wait and see what he had in store for the two of you. For the next twenty or so minutes that were left in the ride, the two of you sat next to each other and just talked. While the two of you went on and on about any and everything, you subconsciously toyed with Harry’s fingers that are intertwined with yours, giving you something else to do while you itched with excitement to see where Harry was taking you two as the drive continued on. 

Eventually the car comes to a to a stop, signaling to you that you’d reached your destination. When you took in your surroundings and listened to what Harry had planned for you date, you couldn’t have been happier. Harry had driven you two to the most beautiful and the most romantic spots you’d ever seen to have a relaxing and incredibly romantic picnic together. It was absolutely perfect. It was tucked away from the masses but it wasn’t too far to make it uncomfortably distant. Again, it was perfect. After grabbing the pretty sizable picnic basket and blanket that he’d stashed away in the trunk, Harry grabs his hand in yours and the two of you walk down to the beautiful expanse before you to pick out the perfect spot to set up. After playfully bickering about where to settle down, you and Harry eventually agree on a spot before spreading the blanket out on the ground and unpacking the basket. As you help him take the food out, you realize that it’s everything he knew you loved. From the wine that you became obsessed with not too long after you two started dating to your favorite foods and little snacks, it was all in that basket. 

After giving him a big hug, a series of many thank you’s, and a series of even more kisses, the two of you finally dig into the food Harry packed and pick up where your conversation in the car left off. The two of you blissfully sat on the blanket enjoying what Harry so perfectly organized and enjoying your time together. It was so nice to just sit there with the man you loved and enjoy your relationship and the stunning scenery around you. Seeing your face light up as you spoke to him and enjoyed the date he’d put together made his heart completely melt and made him feel extremely proud of himself. Eventually the two of you decided to call it quits on the food so you quickly packed up everything that was leftover back into the basket, leaving the two of you more room on the blanket to relax. After a little while though, a peaceful and comfortable lull fell over you and Harry. Leaving you both quiet in each other’s presence. 

As the two of you silently sat there, Harry’s mind began to wander. He couldn’t stop the filthy visuals and ideas of the two of you from flowing through his mind. For some reason, the idea of just taking you right there in the broad daylight plagued his mind. The entire concept was nothing short of captivating to him given the fact that the two of you had to be so private with your relationship all of the time. Even though the two of you had to keep your plans for today under wraps, pleasuring you in such an open yet incredibly secluded space would break the monotony of being so private 24/7. It didn’t help that you looked absolutely beautiful today, and were just inadvertently begging him to touch you and make you feel good. 

Now this is the moment when you can really see Harry’s duality and capabilities when it comes to taking a beautiful and beyond romantic moment, and turning it into a lust and pleasure filled rendezvous. 

“Is it wrong that I want to do the filthiest things to you all because you look so beautiful.” He huffs, breaking the silence and trying to control the urge to just flip your skirt up and cram his cock into the depths of your cunt until the two of you just fall apart around one another.

“Oh my goodness Harry.” You softly laugh, completely bashful at the sudden compliment/admission. You also squeeze your thighs shut a bit because his words were a definite shock to your core. 

“M’so serious Y/n.” He deadpans, moving in closer to you and bringing his hand up to your covered thigh. 

“What would you do?” You whisper, changing the entire mood for the rest of your time together.  

“Well for starters I’d dig into these beauties.” He begins, motioning right down to your breasts that were perfectly positioned by you to make them almost spill out of your dress. “They’re just so perfect. Just love playin’ with them. Can’t wait t’play with them when I knock you up. Gonna be so much bigger and even more sensitive f’me.” He fantasizes, continuing to stare at your breasts in front of him. Salivating at the idea of your entire body swelling because of him, thinking about how your body would become even more enticing and addictive. “You do know I’m gonna get you pregnant right?” He says in complete seriousness, bringing his eyes up to yours for reassurance.

“Mhm.” You hum with a small smile. “You remind me of it all the time even though I’m still in college, we’re not married, and our relationship isn’t even out in the open yet.” You pointedly remind him through chuckle. 

“Well I’m sorry that my girlfriend, the love of my life, makes me want all of those things.” He playfully huffs, rolling his eyes in the process. 

“Well luckily for you, I want all of that too.” You remind him, pushing your head forward to close the gap between you two and press a kiss to his lips. It was supposed to be a short and sweet little kiss to tell him that you loved him and that you wanted a future with him. But you wouldn’t be a relationship with Harry if he didn’t take it to another level, before you could realize what was going on, Harry had slipped his tongue into your mouth. As he kissed you deeper he lays you back against the blanket behind you, hovering over your body to continue moving his mouth against (and inside) yours.  After gliding his tongue against yours and smacking his lips against your pillow soft ones, Harry finally lets up and lifts himself up from you. With you continuing to lie on the blanket, Harry sits down near your head and beckons for you to lift yourself a bit so that you could rest your head in his lap. “What would you do next?” You ask, wanting him to continue on and tell you all of the things he’d do to you.

“The next thing I’d do after playing with these tits of yours would be playing with your pussy.” He says, bringing the hand that was cupping you side down your thigh. He then brings his hand down to your knee before pushing it back up, only this time pushing it up underneath your dress. “You’d go crazy for how good my fingers feel inside of you. You’d just go on and on about how they’re hitting your sweet spot and how bad you need my cock.” He continues, slowly pushing his hand up between your legs. When he gets to the coveted area, Harry immediately feels around for your panties but is quick to learn that you’re not even wearing any. “No panties?” He asks, pulling the bottom of your dress up to get a look at you. He then turns his focus down between your legs to see your bare and plushy mound completely exposed to him. 

“No.” You whisper, maintaining eye contact.

“You didn’t want to wear one those cute little thongs that always get swallowed up by your cunt an ass baby? My naughty girl!” He asks, thinking back to the times where he’s either pulled your pants down or lifted your skirt to find a thin piece of string pretty much, lodged between your folds and ass.

“I just wanted to breathe a little bit down there since I shaved and all.” You softly explain, pushing down the moan that was threatening to spill from your lips as you feel Harry squeeze your cunt in his larger hand. 

“So pretty when you go all bare f’me sweets.” He admires, taking in how soft and squishy the area between your legs is. Absolutely perfect for eating and taking his cock. “I just hope you made the right decision with not wearing any panties at all baby. Don’t want you to get all that sticky cum on your pretty dress or on my seats.” He explains. Every single time he let go inside of you, Harry made a mess. 

“Is that what you’d do next?” You huff, enjoying the way he’s massaging the area between your legs while telling you all of the filthy things he’d do. You could feel yourself becoming wetter and wetter as this continued on. If you had to be completely honest, it wouldn’t be much longer before you’re begging him to fuck you.

“Mhm.” He hums, giving your cheek a little pinch with his free hand. “ I just don’t know how I’d do it. I love watching you struggle and quiver while you to take all my cock, but I also love pinning you down and making you completely helpless.” He explains candidly. 

“Maybe you could do it both ways.” You suggest through a moan. As you say this, you begin to buck up into Harry’s hand, signaling to him that you wanted more of what he’s doing. 

“You want me t’wreck you two ways baby?” He asks, amusedly watching your eyes flutter shut below him as you enjoy his hand moving around on your cunt.

“So bad.” You moan. 

“There would be so much cum too. Like you’d be overflowing with my creamy and sticky cum.” He continues, beginning to drag a finger up and down your slick folds. “When you think that you’ve pushed it all out, there will still be some in your tummy.”

As he says all of this, Harry’s cock is rock solid in his pants. With every word there was a vivid visual in his head and the desire to take and just ravish you right here right now was growing exponentially as he kept fantasizing with you. 

“Sounds amazing.” You pant, continuing to buck up into his hand.

“Want me t’do that to you sweet girl?” He coos down to you removing his hand from your cheek and bringing it to the large bump in his pants. 

“Please!” You whine.

“Then let’s go.” He agrees, immediately beginning to undo his belt. As he does this though, you move to get up from where you were lying. When you do this, Harry is quick to pull you back to where you were. 

“We’re doing this right here baby.” He chuckles, continuing on with undoing his pants to release his cock. 

“I don’t know about that Harry. We’re out in the open.” You express concernedly. 

“I mean your filthy little cunt is already out, I don’t think me fucking my cock into it will make much of a difference Y/n.” He reasons with you, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“Well what if someone comes?” You ask worriedly.

“The only people who are coming around here is me and you. Plus isn’t the thrill what makes it fun? If I remember correctly, you came really hard when I fucked you in that sex shop.” He continues, reminiscing on your other out in the open “excursions”. 

“I guess you’re right. What about the car?” You propose.

“I need space for what I want to do to you. Plus you’re a squirter and I don’t want cum or your juices all over my seats. ” He replies bluntly.

“Fine, I just need you so bad.” You concede, whining out for him to fulfill his promises and bucking up into his hand. 

“That’s it sweetheart.” He breathes out, finally pulling himself from his pants and giving his shaft a couple tugs. “Now suck on me, need t’get nice and wet for that tight cunt of yours.” He instructs. When he says this, your head turns right to his hardened cock. You’re instantly met with his large cock. Even though you’d taken him many times, it was still a bit daunting to see all of him before he pushes all of it into you. 

“S’so big.” You admire, continuing to moan as Harry pushes a finger into you.

“And it can be all the way inside of your tummy if you just slobber on it for a bit.” Harry reminds. When he says this, you inch your mouth forward, taking the thick crown of him into your mouth. “Thats it baby, keep going.” He encourages, removing his hand from his cock and bringing it to the back of your head to push your mouth down further. As he does this, you begin to gag a bit. You were already panting from him fingering you, now to have his cock down your throat was making it even more difficult to breathe. “Just need you to slobber on it one good time sweets, just one good time f’me.” He reassures, continuing to push down on the back of your head. Eventually you manage to take all of him in your mouth and down your throat, your nose rubbing against the hairs that were surrounding his cock. When you’ve fully taken him and have held it there for a couple seconds, Harry pulls you off his cock, leaving you in a fit of pants as you try to catch your breath.

“Can I have your cock now?” You ask through your labored breaths, feeling the pressure between your legs beginning to mount even more. 

“Yes you can doll.” He says, removing his hand from between your legs and using both to lift your body up from his legs. Before he lays you back down on to the blanket though, he unzips the back of your dress a bit just to loosen the top half up a bit. 

He then lays you back onto the blanket and moves down between your spread and a little shaky legs. Before just going right in, Harry reaches up and tugs on the loose top of your dress, pulling it down to reveal your breasts to him. Latching onto one of them and using his other hand to push his pants down a bit more and guide his cock, Harry positions himself at your entrance. When you feel him against you, your hips immediately move up, pushing your cunt back and forth against him. 

“Do you wanna get fucked or not?!” He asks sternly, immediately bringing all of your movements to a halt. “Okay then.” He huffs, going back to pushing his throbbing crown against your entrance. Wasting no time whatsoever, Harry pushes into you, sending a piercing sensation through your body.

‘Fuck Harry!” You shout as you try and push him back, feeling his large cock invade your body. 

“That’s it baby, I love it when you try and fight my cock. Looks cute.” He chuckles down at you cynically, watching as your face tightens and contorts as you try to stop him from going all the way inside. Your efforts to stop him or push him away are futile because in seconds he’s all the way inside of you. And instead of giving you any time to adjust, he just goes right into pounding you. His hips are moving at lightning speed, slamming himself in and out of your cunt while you whimper and whine and squirm below him. You could feel him pounding at your insides as he relentlessly fucked you. And it felt amazing. The pain and pleasure elements of it all were perfectly balanced leaving you feeling absolutely amazing and in a completely euphoric trance below Harry. As he continues to slam into you, Harry watches as your legs shake from the force of his thrusts. He can see your breasts moving around on your chest from the force as well. They looked so good that he could help but to suck on them. So continuing to crash his hips into yours, he leans down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, keeping the other between his fore and index fingers. They were so nice to just suck on as he fucked his cock into your sopping wet and desperate cunt. Harry too was in a completely euphoric state of mind. 

After switching over to the other breast and sucking on it for a little while, Harry felt like it was time to switch it up a little. He wanted to get at least one more position in before you were screaming and squirting all over him while he dumped a big load of his cum into you. So without any warning, Harry pulls his cock out of you and pushes you over onto your front. He is quick to push you down and mount you from behind so to speak. He sits on the backs of your thighs, pinning your lower body down and he cups your shoulder, applying pressure by leaning forward a bit to send you a subliminal message to stay down. And before you know it, he’s cramming himself back into your pussy, going right back to the same pattern of his original thrusts. 

All you could do was whine and claw at the blanket below you. It felt so good to be pinned down and fucked hard by Harry. The way he just did what he wanted was so good and you could feel your release barreling towards you full speed ahead. After getting some good thrusts in from behind, making sure that you weren’t going to be trying to get up, Harry removes his hand from your shoulder and brings both to either side of your ass before pulling you apart. When Harry sees this, he just looses it. His cock looked so huge as he fucked your tight cunt, he could only imagine how it felt to be stretched out like that. He continues to watch as his glistening cock moves in and out of you, quickly pushing him towards his big and much needed release.

“I wanna hear you beg me to cum in your cunt.” He leans down and growls into your ear, continuing to slam his hips into yours, shoving his cock all the way up into you. 

“I need you t’cum inside me.” You cry, feeling the warm, tight, and throbbing sensation intensifying more and more as the seconds pass by.

“Wanna be filled with me baby?” He grunts, continuing to fiercely hump you from behind. 

“So bad! M’gonna cum!” You cry out, feeling like you could explode into a million tiny pieces at any moment.

“Cum with me sweets!” He pants, delivering more static and firm blows to your from behind. Keeping his eyes on his cock inside of you, Harry gives you both one more thrust that fires you both over the edge and into your releases. 

The part of your legs that weren’t pinned down by Harry were shaking as you squirted all over Harry, the blanket, and your dress. Harry too let go of everything he had, letting go of all the cum that was stored up in his balls and ready to be released into you. 

It was truly a beautiful day. 

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