#This one is likely to go bc it is massively chunky and not really to my styling tastes

[fushigidane]

Personal skills for the awakening kids

i wish awakening had personal skills SO BAD it's not even funny.

anyway. i thought up some personal skills for the 2nd gen. these are all made within the context of 3h as that's the au that's been swimming about in my head for several weeks hence any reference to those mechanics but pls enjoy :) :)

lucina

gee, lucina, how come mum lets YOU bring the overpowered game mechanic to other games--

basically just the engage chain attack feature as lucina there is The Chain Attack Emblem. killassisting killstealing left and right. would serve really well with 3h's love of chunky hp monsters. the weapon durability aspect is kind of incentive to always have her equip falchion (3h regalia should NOT have limited durability and in THIS essay i will--) or a forged training weapon as the damage is fixed.

this probably could transfer to fateswakening where this would proc on top of normal dual strikes, but another option i thought up for her would be the ability to dual strike for anyone as long as the targeted enemy is within her movement range (i.e. she can dual strike without being adjacent to an ally)

owain

i wanted to make the fateswakening trio's skills distinct from their fates counterparts... though i wouldn't be able to use aching blood in a 3h setting anyway as it has no weapon naming feature. truly tragic.

this is probably self-explanatory: owain does extra damage when using any attack that has a name bc He Gets Excited. it would apply to each individual strike rather than the total damage number, and part of me wonders if this would make 3h-astra actually viable.

also, rip to like half the crests in 3h which have this exact effect but separate and worse since they're a non-guaranteed proc. we honour your sacrifice so owain could rise

inigo

3h's authority makes rally skills pretty easy to get, but the fact they only affect one unit means i barely use them and it makes me sad. inigo deserves his funky little rallies and he will GET his funky little rallies.

this skill would also apply to the stat boost from special dance (though not the dance effect itself).

not much else to say. i just think this skill is neat

brady

this is basically the skill stealth, which is otherwise exclusive to the thief/assassin/trickster classes in 3h. it puts the unit at the bottom of the priority list for enemy attacks so they will only be attacked if there are NO other viable targets.

great for a healing brady. i always put him in a support role so this is perfect for me. less great if you want brady to be a combatant as it limits what you can do on enemy phase, but you could still use it to your advantage

i just have this image of enemies seeing a healer on the battlefield, going to attack them, and then being hit by this Stare of Promised Violence that makes them back off and decide to attack,, idk. fucking dedue instead. and brady is sitting here confused bc he didn't do anything (it's just his normal face)

kjelle

She Will Not Be Knocked Over. armour too strong. 10/10. truly a GET DOWN MR PRESIDENT skill of all time, as she has earned

this skill means she takes the damage but doesn't get movement sealed or debuffed or anything after being hit by a gambit. Not Even The Force Of Ten Dozen Men Charging Will Faze You.

a fateswakening equivalent i considered would be preventing specifically armour-effective damage i.e. from hammers or armourslayers, so they just deal normal damage instead (or, in fates' case, the weapons get hit with the non-effective target debuff).

cynthia

basically a stronger but more situational variant of elise's and flayn's lily's poise. all about protecting the vulnerable, plays into her more sensible (read: comparative to owain) idea of heroism.

i personally like this a lot bc i always always go falcon knight cynthia (it feels better) and cynthia with a healer flavour... mwah.

i'm generally a massive fan of aura skills (i.e. buffs to allies within a certain range of a unit) and this is the type of skill that could definitely save your units after an unfortunate mistake

severa

THE COUNTERPART TO BERUKA'S PERSONAL THAT SELENA SHOULD HAVE HAD. NO I WILL NOT TAKE CRITICISM they did her SOOO dirty with her fates personal--

aside from being perfect personality-wise (she WILL prove she is better than others--), this also syncs well with most classes severa will find herself in. swords are pretty much wholly 1-range weapons, so are usually facing a counterattack, except the levin sword...but nobody is rushing to give her that. (she has a 10% MAG growth in awakening, which is quite literally the lowest available...)

i wanted to name this competitive but apparently that's takumi's personal skill name. so rude of him

gerome

local teenager fixates on dragons, more at 6

he's studied dragons + minervikins so hard he knows how to fight beside them in a way that lets them fight to the fullest. also he gets so secretly happy (and it is secret do not tell a soul) to be next to a dragon that he too fights better.

this would apply equally to wyvern units and units that are dragons in non-dragon classes e.g. a mage nah.

gerome <3

yarne

the original name of this skill was sudden brevity until i realised brevity does not mean what i clearly thought it did when i wrote it.

an improved version of strong riposte from fates. poor yarne spends so much time wanting to hide on player phase that any damage he is directed to deal is only mediocre, but when enemies attack HIM on ENEMY phase, he's like oh shit gotta survive--

DONT MESS WITH A BUNNY indeed :)

laurent

3h's limits on spell learning means this basically has a cap of +10 in the late game, but even that is still mega broken. this skill would serve as a really strong incentive to train his reason/faith in the early game and the extra power you get from learning spells would scale well as you progress further.

now that the meta is out the way, this skill is like when a character (not necessarily a fe one) gets a new skill in a game and there's this super exaggerated powerup sound effect and a victory quote, and you're just like... 'all you learned was how to wear heavier armour' but with THIS skill it's actually VALID

knowledge = power and also justification for laurent joining the cast of fodlan characters found near exclusively in the library

noire

it's a little criminal that awakening wasn't able to give us something that reflects noire's blood and thunder state in combat aside from her crit quotes, so this is what i came up with.

the more she fights, the more BLOOD AND THUNDER she gets.

it makes the most sense that her offense would be the one boosted, and even though she's an archer she can fill a good role as a mixed attacker (i WISH awakening had a shining bow), hence STR/MAG being boosted. i briefly considered SPD, but noire has one of the best base speed growths in the game anyway (before growth inheritance; she's on par with lon'qu and a speed-boon robin, and weirdly only beat out by PANNE with 55 base speed for some reason) so it'd be a little redundant when she already doubles everything

nah

this is based off that odd quirk of nah's where she always forgets she can turn into a dragon. i think of her support with f!morgan all the time, where she spends ages trying to learn how to catch a wyrmslayer and in the end realises it was a wasted effort bc she doesn't even fight in her human form and her dragon arms are too small to do what she learned.

"until engaging in combat" applies to combat initiated with nah on either player OR enemy phase. you'd have to have her avoid combat completely for this skill to build up. it would apply to offensive non-damaging magic e.g. silence, but wouldn't apply to healing, so nah could spend her time doing that.

this is a skill you need to dedicate yourself to using yourself, but in the hypothetical scenario where she's a boss, this skill is absolutely terrifying. especially if you took all the limiters off. it would actually make for a very fun map i think--the best fe maps are those that make you go on the offensive IMO, but that's not exactly what this post is about, so i'll move on.

f!morgan

i've made separate skills for the morgans because their supports are different enough that they feel like different characters to me, even if just slightly. it's why i always like them as twins.

what i wanted with the morgans is a skill that hints at what they were before losing their memory and joining the shepherds. for this one, though she is a wyvern lord in future past 2 she is a malig knight in my heart. they just hadn't yet invented malig knights when they made her. this skill is based on its lvl15 skill, savage blow. (to be clear, the 5 extra damage would also apply after combat).

this is a fun one that's good for crowd control and mopping up large groups of enemies, especially with the existence of 3h canto where you can just swoop out of enemy range after obliterating their movement.

it's a very fitting skill if you have morgan in, say, a wyvern class or even dark flier. but if you put her in a dainty little base pegasus knight class... the image of a fragile little pegasus that will fall to like two axes hunting people down is kind of hilarious. sorry morgy

m!morgan

last but not least, the son himself... likewise to f!morgan, i wanted this skill to reflect who he was before the shepherds. he's a sorcerer in the future past 1, which is why i wanted this skill to be dark magic based. both morgans having skills that debuff enemies is another intentional choice.

it's loosely based upon the -taker skills. this skill isn't as powerful as them (you get less stat per proc and the cap is smaller) but you can gain the boosts without delivering the killing blow and you have more variety in what boosts you can get. morgan tends to be a jack-of-all-trades like robin, so an all-round boost is good for him.

past morgan was probably pretty scary with this, but present morgan without a hint of memory now just goes around Yoinking enemy stats. Morgan Says Teehee Mine Now. as he should :)

#p.s. i'm in the market for better names for some of these skills (mostly luci/inigo/m!morgan's) so if you have suggestions... hmu #fe13 #fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #fe awakening #fe lucina #fe morgan #fe owain #fe inigo #fe brady #fe kjelle #fe cynthia #fe severa #fe gerome #fe yarne #fe laurent #fe noire #fe nah #awakening kids ever beloved sons and daughters always

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Hear me out I am very high from a edible rn but HEAR ME OUT DUDE

so we all know Chris Evans and his absolute slutty build like cmon he literally was nicknamed the human dorito bc slutty waist

Anyways thinking about that one promo pic of Chris in the cap suit with his back turned to the camera and his ass is just perfect ANYWAYS FR THIS TIME

Thinking about stucky but not like dating but Bucky being obsessed with Steve’s absolutely slutty figure and once the two get close to being fully retired Steve gets bigger as he slowly grows accustomed to taking it easy for once. but not exactly just fatter everything is the same but somehow softer and bigger. His thighs spread out more when he sits his chest is massive not quite defined pecs but far from being flabby moobs they’re just huge, his abs are long gone but he doesn’t have a round gut (Atleast when he’s empty) and the best part that makes bucky go crazy is his love handles , ass, and thighs, all perfectly packed together in one big package that makes Bucky lose his shit. Steves ass has nearly doubled but it’s still a perfect bubble butt, and his thighs have filled out enough to close any gap that might’ve occurred even when he has a wide stance. (Think those really chunky frat boys that manspread and their thighs are still somehow touching) BUT Steve’s suit and most of his wardrobe hasn’t changed so his clothes just accentuate his assets. His thighs and ass taking up most of the room in his pants and they perfectly leave Steve’s bulge completely on display almost like a gift from god to Bucky. Anyways I’m sure if you did add to this you’d be able to express that better than I could! And if you don’t THATS ALSO COOL (pls by no means feel like you have to answer this right away )

THIS HAS VIBES 🤤🤤

You know what kind of vibes? Exhibitionist Captain America vibes from this post by iwritetheweirdstuff

And I assume you're talking about this photo, which I nabbed from forchrisevans

Okay, shit...

Now you just have me thinking about chunky but still super fucking muscular Steve. I’m going off the rails over here, biting and clawing at my enclosure. I don’t think this rambling is actually totally related to your original idea, so just know I love your original idea!

But this reaoly gets me because Steve would be such a fucking classic MAN. Yanno? Big and heavy and robust. He looks like he could take Bucky in his big, beefy arms and rip him apart. He’s healthy. Hefty. Rippling muscles hidden under this layer of pudge.

Yum.

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink ahead. Warning for weight gain, muscle chub talk, tight clothes, Bucky being a little creepy by drooling over Steve before they're an item, etc.

Before gaining weight and when he was wearing the title of Captain American so tightly that it was suffocating him to the point that he was unforgiving of himself, never good enough as Steve Rogers, Steve was like a Thoroughbred. A racehorse, smooth and lean, with a single objective. Win. But now that he’s looser with the title and deciding what he wants for himself, more often calling himself a nomad than going by Cap… now he’s gruff, ignoring the rules (ignoring them even more than he did before, which is saying something for a troublemaker like him), and he’s like a Clydesdale. He’s a tank.

A fucking beast.

When he’s running, you get out of the fucking way because of all the mass behind that force. If you let him collide with you at full speed, full force… it ain’t pretty. His feet pound the ground. Jesus wept. These days his chest, belly, and ass shake when he runs, even when his big, big body is wrapped tightly in all that deep, navy-blue Kevlar. The sight just destroys Bucky.

Bucky can’t fucking fight next to him anymore when they’re called in for Avenging every now and again, half-retired as they are. It was bad enough when Steve was that Thoroughbred, rippling lean muscle and a shiny, bright blond head of short hair. Always distracting Bucky. But now it’s worse because Steve is a Clydesdale with this heft to him and his dirty blond hair and dark, thick beard. He’s even letting his body hair grow in, and it’s all Bucky can do to not faint, landing face-first into the deepening cleavage between his robust pecs, inhaling the musk of him. Every time Steve grunts with the effort of punching or kicking or tearing some offending villain to pieces, Bucky swears he feels faint. He has this completely involuntary feral reaction to the burly man he’s become. Hunky. Stocky. Ripped. Hefty. Whatever fucking word there is for the built he’s got going… it makes Bucky’s mouth water.

Of course, Steve’s still only two inches taller - 6’2” to Bucky’s 6’0” - but suddenly he feels a whole foot taller, and he feels twice as wide as Bucky. Those broad shoulders are only made wider, reinforced by the extra protein he’s eating, thickening his muscles and adding soft pudge; his pecs are still high and tight but even more… they’re swollen almost, added to by an irresistible layer of fat that Bucky has the primal urge to bite; the abs he had once upon a time, defined enough to use as a washboard have softened, especially after a hearty meal like a good lumberjack’s breakfast or a caveman’s dinner, just, these big plates with plenty of meat piled onto them, which turn his stomach into this drool-worthy curve, a little belly that sticks around until he somehow manages to digest it all; that fucking ass made even rounder and more shapely to the point that his pants all strain across it, his sweats especially, nearly splitting down the middle whenever he gets out of his comfy recliner; his thighs, oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, they’re ripe, rubbing together and trying to bust outta his jeans, his sweats, even his Captain America uniform.

Bucky has it bad.

If he weren’t so focused on trying to not let his animal out, growling and just fucking tackling Steve to the floor, he would feel terrible for how much he’s sexualizing his best pal. It seems no matter what he’s doing, Bucky’s caveman brain is thinking about how to best peel him out of his too-small clothes. Too tight when he was lean with rippling muscles, barely any body fat on him, and especially too fucking tight now when he has this delicious extra give to him. He looks like a size two sausage stuffed into a size one casing. Bucky curses his wardrobe at the same time that he would fall to his knees and thank it with his hands pressed together, praying to it. He wants to be there for the day that Steve busts out of it after a heavy, hearty, indulgent dinner.

‘Cause, listen, Bucky’s spank bank is just overflowing these days:

When the most recent battle is done and Steve bends over to pick up a fucking massive slab of concrete, he unintentionally gives Bucky a front-row seat to his thick ass. His curves barely fit in his uniform these days. Honestly, Bucky doesn’t know how he puts that godforsaken, tight-as-hell uniform on by himself anyway. And he doesn’t want to think about it. Not in public! The only way he can imagine it happening is with Steve naked save for a jock strap, alone in his room. First, he steps into the legs, then he works it up his calves, getting it to his thighs where it gets stuck. He’s outgrowing it. It’s a tight fit, but he still fits for now. At least, he fits when he shimmies and wiggles into it. Better than a damn stripper. Moving his body in this unintentionally, totally sexy way. Wiggling. Pulling. Squirming. Even jumping while he’s at it, pulling hard at the thick Kevlar, his biceps bulging - they’re bigger than Bucky’s fucking head now - grunting as he holds his breath, sucking in. Sucking in! His chest expanding without his pudgy, starter belly going anywhere, stubborn and jiggly.

Whenever he bends over, he gives Bucky a show, really. It doesn’t matter where they are...

When he’s bent over looking at the leaky pipe under their kitchen sink, his waist filling more of the open cabinet than it once would have. While he’s down there, his shirt rolls up over his soft little hips, the new weight just beginning to accumulate there. The start of what could be real love handles someday.

When he’s looking through the bottom drawer of the fridge, doing a head count before they head out for groceries. He’s not dressed yet, though, so he doesn’t have a belt to hold his pants up and his sweats slide down the shelf of his ass, displaying just enough of his asscrack for Bucky to feel starved, meaning he’s extra grumpy at having to wander around an overcrowded store. Shoulder to shoulder with strangers. Hungry and horny.

When he’s drawing on the couch and he accidentally lets a pencil fall onto the floor, so he has to get up, but, oops, it looks like it must’ve rolled under the couch so he gets even lower. Onto his knees and forearms. Searching blindly for the pencil… blind to Bucky’s eyes, perving out on how his thighs touch from the back now, his legs getting just as thick as his ass is. And it’s thick.

When he’s doing stretches on their balcony in the morning, breathing in the fresh air, doing some cat-cows, and inadvertently displaying his new belly that’s still rumbling through last night’s dessert. A classic, couple 'a slices of pie and ice cream. Too much pie and ice cream judging by how distended his belly looks.

When they’re getting some of their energy out now that they’re not constantly going out and avenging, half-retired, by sparing with each other in the gym. Sparing, kind of wrestling, too. They’re not trying to be tactical about it, they’re just having fun, being big kids, reminiscent of the days when they’d pull the mattress off the bed and start to play fighting on the floor. But they aren’t kids and Steve isn’t so much smaller than him, so Bucky doesn’t have to focus on finding that perfect balance of holding back just enough where it doesn’t seem like he is but he’s also not at risk of pushing Steve’s frail body too far. Now they can really whale on each other. Which is fun… until it isn’t. Because Bucky is laughing and sweating and actually starting to feel tired, and then he’s pinned, and he’s choking back a moan, sweating harder. Steve is on top of him. Steve is crushing him. Steve’s big, hot chest is against his back - Bucky can feel how he’s sweating through his skintight white t-shirt, his thick pecs squishing against his shoulder blades. Steve’s delightful, chubby, little belly is slotted perfectly into the small of his back. While fighting, Bucky’s shirt has risen up, and apparently, Steve’s has done the same, despite how firmly it had been clinging to his soft middle the last time he dared to sneak a peak because now their sweaty, hot skin is pressed together. Steve’s hairy tummy is tickling him, making Bucky want to squirm. He wants to moan. It’s a good fucking thing he’s face-down with Steve on top of him. He wants more than just to squirm and moan, he wants to hump the floor like an animal because with Steve’s tits pressed to his back and his belly squished to his back, it aligns his crotch right up against his ass. Bucky can feel Steve’s dick on his ass through the thin layers of their sweatpants and underwear. He can feel how heavy it is. And he’s thinking about how Steve’s dick probably blushes a dusky pink and gets wet at the time and how it probably curves a little and gets so thick when he’s hard and… this is where Bucky dies because Steve readjusts himself, making it worse by spreading his killer thighs to either side of Bucky’s legs, practically grinding into him, trapping him between his watermelon-crushing thighs. “Had enough?” Steve teases him with a shit-eating grin. God. Only if the fucker knew.

When Natasha adopts a new, abandoned kitten that she’s named Liho and they go over to play with him at Tasha’s apartment and Steve decides to grin like he does, always breath-taking, his smile the sweetest, most affectionate thing as he lifts Liho up above his head like Simba in the Lion King (yes, they’ve caught up on that modern pop culture reference, thank you very much). Bucky nearly goes cross-eyed, staring at his pecs. His t-shirt clings to his round, heavy tits. With his arms up, it forces his pecs to move up, too. High and plump. Bucky can see every detail of them, he can see every breath he takes, making them heave, and he’s almost able to pick out the tiniest creaking groan of the seams of his shirt screaming under all that pressure. Tasha doesn’t bat an eye, at the treatment Steve is giving her new companion, she just squeezes past Steve in her kitchen (is the apartment that small, or is Steve that big?), flicking one of his hard nipples. The points of them are obvious through the straining, thin fabric. She refills her mug with coffee but she doesn’t take a sip until she reminds Steve that if he wants to see how much more comfortable running can be, he only has to say the word and she’ll show him the magic of sports bras. Everyone can see that he needs it, and he might as well embrace it. They can even get matching ones if he wants. Her smile is razor-sharp, teasing. Bucky nearly chokes on his tongue, imagining the heavy mounds of his tits hoised up higher, giving him even more cleavage than he normally sports. Guh. Bucky wouldn’t survive.

When later during that same day, Steve decides he’s going to lie down on Natasha’s couch as they watch a movie - some Russian production that Tasha’s been telling Bucky about forever (he’s hardly paying attention and it’s Steve’s fault that he’s going to have to watch this again, on his own, during one of his sleepless nights when he can pay attention to it) - and Liho decides that Steve’s his favorite. So, he wanders back over to curl up on his soft chest and belly and starts fucking kneading his plush chest and belly like it’s the comfiest, fluffiest pillow ever. It probably fucking is! And Bucky can’t blame the kitten for purring so loudly - despite Steve’s and Tasha’s amusement at it - Bucky would be no better. He spends the rest of the evening biting the inside of his cheek and trying to banish all the mental images of his own hands kneading and squishing and groping those tits until Steve’s blushing, his mouth open, eyes heavily lidded, sweat beading at his hairline, begging Bucky to move on and touch him somewhere else, anywhere else! His nipples swollen and so hard. Irrestable. Bucky would indulge him… sort of. He would move on. But he’d have to give the same thorough attention to his soft belly, his growing hips, his thick thighs, and his fat ass. His body deserves to be pleasured until he’s out of his mind.

When Steve’s loose and warm, they’re hanging out in some back-alley sports bar in Brooklyn for a game, watching the feed on TV, downing beers and greasy bar food with Sam and some other guys from the VA, and a sip goes down the wrong pipe so Steve has to pound his chest with a closed fist, ending up not coughing but belching loudly. For everyone else, the sound is covered by the rowdy cheers filling the crowded, dimly lit space. But not for Bucky. For Bucky, Steve is the only thing in focus. Steve, with his looser fit shirt disguise, blending in, his baseball cap tugged down low on his forehead, shading his eyes, his beard grown out, thick, and… Bucky can’t take it. His body. The way his belly scrunches up when he sits down, bulging out further. The way his throat moves when he chugs from a long-necked bottle. The way his pecs jiggle when he jumps up excitedly, cheering loudly, and the similar way his belly wobbles at the same time. The way he groans at the end of his beer burp, voice rough from yelling all night and soaked in hoppy, malty richness. The way his thighs spread out over his bar stool, expanding, stressing the seams of his jeans. He’s taking up so much space with his broad shoulders, excitable hand gestures as he talks, and his manspreading. Yet, it’s still not enough. His thighs fill out his tight, dark-wash denim so well that even when he’s manspreading, his thighs still touch. Bucky aches to curl up in his lap and kiss him, feeling his beard tickling his face. He wants the heat of that big, big body underneath him. He wants to feel the hot line of his erection when he grinds down into him - their stomachs pressed together, Steve’s heavy with bloating, greasy, fattening bar appetizers.

Bucky’s spank bank is over-fucking-flowing as Steve starts putting on weight and if Bucky didn’t know better, he would think Steve is doing it to him on purpose, teasing him, trying to get him to jump his bones 😏

#ask #mylevisdontfitanymore #belly kink #text #weight gain #stuffing #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #chubby steve #alcohol consumption #tight clothes

[fmdjoosungarchive]

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sung has had a really long and still ongoing journey with finding what fashion he himself likes, and one of the things he’s come to like are shoes. this is a visual representation of his preferred style, n per usual bc i do not know how to shut up, more info under cut

sung vs shoes

word count: 697

tldr; basically sung has a massive (for a guy who insists u should only have as much as u need re: material items) and cute shoe collection these days

for much of sung’s life, he didn’t think much about shoes. they were only pieces of clothing that kept his feet safe

there were times he’d see a pair of shoes on someone and think, wow, those are cute, but never did it go past that. imagining himself being able to wear the things he thought were cute never came to mind in the first place

sung didn’t consider any shoe styles aside from the basics until he begun dating his ex, who encouraged him towards heels and mary janes

while neither style ended up being in his favorites, it made him think about what it is he Would like in shoes

he went through trial testing periods, but at this point, thinks that the defining feature of what he likes in shoes is comfort first, then cuteness second

shoes that provide Plush already have a leg up for him, now put that in a cute design or even just a nice pastel color, and he’s there

many of the shoes he likes aren’t very suited for wearing in public, which in its own way, is kinda nice because he also quite likes platform shoes, but doesn’t like how tall he already is naturally, so being taller than his usual tall isn’t pleasing to him, but if he’s just chilling at home, he wont even be thinking about how big he is. he’ll just be comfy, and feel cute

when going out, unless he was styled by someone else, he’s most likely wearing sneakers. he prefers unique styles, ones that are more loud, or have charms. those are the only types he buys for himself. but when he gets gifts, either from friends or fans going only based on him saying that one time that he likes sneakers, he still cherishes them and wears them confidently, however, he prefers to try to make them a little more his style, like with a bead chain on the back or charms attached to the shoelaces

he adores jelly shoes aesthetically (even heeled ones, since he likes chunky heels) but since they’re some of the least comfortable of his favorite shoe styles, they get worn the least. he keeps trying to think if there’s a way to attach an insole slip in that won’t look ugly and will stay in place, but doesn’t think he has the creativity to do so

probably third after cuteness for qualities that grab sung’s attention are those with elegance. i used the birks on the middle right as an example bc they’re clearly influenced by ballet slippers. sung adores that as a concept. or shoes with nice tight bows, shoes that give blair waldorf energy ykwim

slippers are also apleeeeenty in sung’s apartment. this isn’t a new development really, as even babie businessman sung liked having a good number of slippers to choose between, but the designs and cuteness of them has upped substantially. the softest shoes possible for sure, and loads of animal themed ones. he also keeps a second collection that are just for guests so that they can wear something cute too, and it can be passed off as a silly thing they’re both doing, if that’s not their usual kind of thing

he likes sandals quite a bit in general too, tho not flip flops, and Prefers his sandals with cute socks, but when the socks cannot be cute, he’d rather forego them and be sockless

and FINALLY the reason i made this whole gd post was because i realized sung loves crocs. are they the most versatile in style? absolutely not. he insists he Needs all of his different styles because crocs don’t cover enough bases..... but if they did.......... he probably would wear only crocs. HEAR HIM OUT. theyre comfortable, can be socked or not socked, and can be as cute as he wants because theyre customizable af w jibbitz. and he’s a jibbitz stan. before he knew they existed, crocs were just comfy shoes to wear around the house like another pair of slippers esp for days his feet were in the big pains. but with jibbitz??? they’re all day wear baybee. and sung’s basically this tiktok

thank u for ur time i love choi joosung

#aesthetic #self para #jongin likes to post feet pics and sung likes to post shoe pics

[roguish-gallery]

you know that thing from 101 Dalmatians where people walk dogs that look just like them - that but for rogues?

Oh ho ho ho fuck yeah man I got you. I’ve got everything under the Readmore bc this got pretty long.

Rogues + Dogs

Bane:

He has a massive mutt. No one knows what breed Bane’s dog is supposed to be, and you could honestly mistake her for a bear. You think you can see some German Shepard in her? Maybe some Rottweiler? It’s a mystery. Bane has always been pretty blunt with names, so she’s just called Cachorra.

Cachorra used to belong to a guy who distributed Venom, and was presumably going to be trained into a guard dog. After Bane busted his operation he saw her hiding in the corner and was like “Ohhh,,,, Cachorrita 🥺”

She’s protective towards Bane and anyone else she deems worthy, especially towards children. Bane considers her to be more of a companion than a guard dog though.

Catwoman:

Yeah, even Selina has somehow ended up with a dog. She has a refined, fiercely independent Saluki hound named Onyx.

Selina found her while she was sabotaging an animal testing facility, and she initially took her in as a foster. Selina eventually just got really used to having Onyx around, and since she gets along well with her cats, Selina figured that there wasn’t any harm in letting her stick around.

She only obeys Selina’s commands (mostly) and has been known to snap at the hands of anyone who touches her ears. For that reason, Selina loves having her at parties because she can terrorize the guests.

Harley Quinn:

I mean... She already has a pair of dogs. What could I possibly say that hasn’t already been stated by the comics.

Joker:

Idk a Pomeranian with a gun

Killer Croc:

A big ol’ three-legged mutt named Hal. Waylon found him as a stray, patched him up, and the two have been inseperable ever since.

Hal definitely has some kind of water dog in him, because he loves swimming and will jump into any body of water he can find, in spite of his missing leg. Waylon was kinda weary at letting him in the water so much at first, but his dog is basically indestructable so now he just goes with it.

Everything is a game for Hal. Oh? You looked at him? does this mean that it’s time for,,, ball??? I see you are going to sleep- perfect time for ball. Waylon has this game with him where he’ll hide one of Hal’s toys between his legs or he’ll sit on top of it and eggs Hal on like “Ohhh!! Go find your toy!! where is it???”  it drives his dog absolutely batshit crazy.

Mad Hatter:

Jervis has a terrier-shih tzu mix. He named her Biscotti and she is insufferably cute and quite possibly the most spoiled dog you’ll ever meet. Extremely yappy.

She’s not very smart but she Is Very Pretty and Nice that’s all that Jervis could want in a dog. She is extremely good at begging for food and Jervis would probably let her eat directly from his mouth if it wasn’t bad table manners.

Yes… he does have little outfits for her that match his own clothes. He’s that bitch

Penguin:

I don’t care if this is cliche or overused but he has a purebred Pembroke Corgi named Fitzwilliam.

His corgi is immaculate. His fur is glossy and plush, if you look carefully, you can see the mischievous twinkle that lies beneath the stateliness in his eyes. Yeah, he’s chunky, but so what? He’s kind of spoiled and bossy, but he’s a herding dog- it’s in his nature to command stupid animals.

“I will have you know that my Fitzwilliam is a five-time champion for the Gotham National Dogshow. I have people from all over the world who would pay thousands for Fitzwilliam to have puppies with their dogs, but I refuse them all. Fitzwilliam is too good for the common rabble, and I would never allow the stress of fatherhood to weigh down his ingenious mind. He only drinks pure water that is illegally smuggled out from Themyscira, and his personal chef ensures that he gets the finest foods every day. Anyways, I’m sorry that he *allegedly* bit your child but frankly your son had it coming.”

Poison Ivy:

Pammy has never considered herself a dog person, but through convoluted circumstances, she owns a Spaniel named Daisy. You can tell from the way sits that she used to be some kind of show dog, but living with Pammy has allowed her to become more at ease. Her paws and muzzle are perpetually caked with dirt.

Pammy took Daisy in after she fed her former owner (a filthy capitalist swine) to her plants, and Harley convinced her to spare the dog. She reluctantly agreed, and by the time she had realized what she had gotten herself into it had been well over a year since Daisy had “temporarily” moved in.

Daisy loooves to dig holes in any patch of dirt she can find. Pamela has miraculously trained her to avoid digging out her plants, and she always leaves some open space of grass for her dog to go absolutely batshit in.

Riddler:

OKAY OKAY OKAY. HE HAS A RED MERLE AUSTRALIAN SHEPHERD. He named her Cookie, and she has a meatloaf-shaped body that is covered in freckles. She doesn’t have a tail so she does that Aussie thing where she wiggles her butt super fast up against your legs for pats.

Super smart??? And a psycho drama queen?? If Ed ignores her for longer than five minutes she’ll start screaming and aggressively wiggle her butt at him

Wicked creature. Wretched. Eddie got her housebroken but beyond that, he is absolutely terrible when it comes to training dogs, so she basically does whatever she wants and Eddie just kind of lets her. She also knows how to open doors, tip the trashcan over to eat whatever is inside of it, and she makes a big fuss if Edward doesn’t let her sleep in his bed with him each night.

Scarecrow:

Jon owns a really old bloodhound-mix named George. He’s past his prime, wrinkly, the brown fur around his muzzle has turned white, and he can’t hear too well anymore, but he’s still keen enough to tell when Jon opens a bag of chips in another room.

He’s had George for a looong time, all the way back to his years as a professor. He picked him up from a shelter because he wanted someone to greet him whenever he came home from work. Jon genuinely respects George more than half of the people in his social circle, and he makes sure that everyone knows that,

Jon would never use George in any of his plots *but* anytime George starts baying at some inane shit outside, Jon will turn to his test subjects and say some bs like “Do you hear that? Do you hear my vicious hound? He smells your fear, and is salivating at it. Should you try to escape, you shall be at the mercy of his wrath.” Conveniently glossing over the fact that his dog has always been too lazy to chase anything, and is currently on medication for his creaky joints.

Two-Face:

He actually owns three dogs? He has a black lab named Lacey, and two Doberman pinschers named Romulus and Remus. He had Lacey before his face was disfigured, and she currently lives with Gilda (although Harv still considers her to be his dog). He got the Dobermans as young adults, so they already had their ears docked at that point by their previous owner.

His dogs are indisputably the best behaved and well-trained of any of the other dogs. Harv is an extremely dedicated owner to his babies and he takes dog training extremely seriously. God forbid that you lay a hand on them because that’s a fast way to get disemboweled.

He’s the only other Rogue besides Waylon who personally sets time aside to take his dogs out and play with them. The other Rogues take care of their dogs too ofc, but Harv makes it a point to dedicate at least part of the day towards his. Taking his dogs out for walks, or roughhousing with them is kinda therapeutic for him and it gives him some semblance of normalcy.

#edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #oswald cobblepot #bane #selina kyle #waylon jones #pamela isley #jervis tetch #harley quinn #the joker #headcanons #dc headcanon

[ruthlesslistener]

got any headcanon for the Blackwyrm?

FUCK yeah I do. The Blackwyrm is one of my fav tiny lore bits that I really really wish we got more info on, bc I a d o r e wyrm lore. Granted, I don't have as much hcs for 'em as PK, but I do have these:

-The Blackwyrm was a young she-wyrm (or, well, eggbearing wyrm, since 'female' doesn't exactly work for wyrms) that had followed PK's scent to Hallownest because she was interested in mating with him, bc he was only a handful of centuries older than her and roughly her size, so she'd likely win in a courting fight. When she found him, though, he was just starting to shed his old body and was pretty unenthusiastic at the idea of mating with some random she-wyrm, so she went 'eh fuck it' and just decided to try to take his territory from him to make the journey worth it, because Radi was already 'dead' at this point

-(This is EARLY Hallownest, btw. My hc is that PK was able to gather worship by speaking to creatures in their dreams, so he didn't necessarily need a physical form until he'd devoured the Radiance's body and could get to citybuilding. He just kinda coiled his massive body around the city and spoke to his worshippers as a spiritual dream form of what he was going to look like, which...didn't really look all that different from his new body, honestly)

-After the Blackwyrm decides that it would be much more efficient to just kill PK instead of trying to convince him that she's a sexy, viable mate, the two goliaths start to fight. PK's very much not a fan of this, because he's on the verge of his first death, but he managed to use the sharp wit of his unhorny brain (bc the Blackwyrm is in a heat-fueled rampage at this point), WL's ability to catch her, and his advantage of experience to wound her pretty badly, forcing her to retreat. This isn't considered to be fully the Battle of the Blackwyrm, but kind of the start of it

-After she turns tail and runs, he lies down and dies. This is when he and WL are reborn into their new forms and start to actually go about citybuilding as the new gods of Hallownest, and there's a brief period of levity for them to get a hang of their new forms and to actually go out and hire the rest of the Great Knights (since Dryya was the first to join)

-Theeen the Blackwyrm returns, this time with a horde of big chunky warrior bois to help her. She's no longer horny, she just wants the territory, but she's dissapointed enough by PK deciding to take a smaller form and losing her a juicy fight to attempt to barrel straight for Hallownest

-THIS is when the battle of the Blackwyrm commences. PK leads the charge, ofc, bc he knows how wyrms fight, but this time, a good deal of Hallownest gets involved. The battle presses out into the Wastes beyond Kingdom's Edge before PK finally manages to slaughter the Blackwyrm and artfully drape her corpse around the edges of his kingdom to tell other wyrms to fuck off

-After the confusion ends, the remnants of her followers eventually end up settling in the would-be Coliseum to honour their fallen god through bloodsport, in an area crafted with her likelihood. PK forbids them from entering Hallownest without bowing to his rule, but eventually decides to just let themselves kill each other for fun on the fringes of his domain, knowing that they would forget who they used to worship soon enough

-AS FOR DETAILS ON THE BLACKWYRM HERSELF... I admittedly just kinda write her as my default she-wyrm. Bigger than PK's wyrm form at the time of death, kinda chonkier, metallic-black scales. Very smart, stubborn, and very, VERY bloodthirsty, which is average for a wyrm (PK is actually a huge pussy wyrmwise). Very proud, very determined to be the top death noodle in the region, and very very hormone-charged, as all young adults are. I def. feel like Godtamer and her would get along just fine, since both are passionate about battle/a good, sporting hunt

#anon #reply #the blackwyrm #hollow knight #really shes just kinda the default wyrm but i love her anyways #tho she wouldn't actually use female pronouns #shed just kinda accept them bc why the fuck not #but yeah if she had her way of it shed have made the entirety of pk's territory her nesting grounds lol #so maybe its best she didnt win

[wolfcha1k]

Decided to just do another cover, since all three had one minus this one. Ngl, I traced Ugga and Grug's head shapes and stuff to get them on model bc fuck Grug is hard to draw, bodies were referenced from a photo and several screenshots in the movie. Also totally convinced Grug had plenty of hair until Eep was born and stressed it off to hell lol Below is the story that goes along with this story, featuring Grug and Ugga and a story about them in their younger days ~ - <3 - "Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play? I don't remember growing older When did she get to be a beauty? When did he grow to be so tall? Wasn't it yesterday When they were small? Sunrise, sunset Sunrise, sunset Swiftly flow the days"

"You know, Grug. Eventually, Eep and Guy, they're going to want to start their own pack. Just like we did, it's our nature."

Grug is confused about when his little girl stopped being so little, perhaps its time Gran and Ugga tried reminding him it wasn't too long ago he was just like Guy and Eep are now.

The Sun Was a Wayfarer - Series

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It was really hard sometimes for Grug to accept his little girl wasn't so little anymore. She'd always been stuck like tar to his side and would demand stories as a young child. The old cave walls were filled with tiny hand prints he never realized had grown bigger until Guy came along and forced him to be reminded Eep was indeed a woman. She was seventeen summers old and the fact wasn't lost on anyone who had functioning eyes in their head.

Fathers only saw with their hearts though and inside Grug's his daughter was still that rambunctious sweet little girl who needed him to protect her. That also included suitors.

"Grug you're brooding again," he heard Ugga say from behind him.

"This is just my face." Grug shifted his weight from where he sat lounging against his favorite rock.

"Trust me, I can see them just as clearly as you can."

Grug couldn't help but stiffen at her call out of his snooping. Was it really spying though if the two were out in the open? They were together by the beach with Chunky playing third wheel. The demanding feline squeezed his way between them when he felt they were being too touchy. Or maybe it was just Grug self projecting, his cat generally liked being the center of attention. Guy and Eep were fishing by hand in the water but it soon turned into a game of seeing who could out run the tide first whilst trying to knock the other down. Chunky kept getting confused by this activity as he shook droplets off his wet paws.

Eep was in the lead by at least seven points, it wasn't like Grug was keeping track though. "Why didn't you tell me sooner Eep was all grown up?" Grug side eyed his mate who just laughed at him.

"She's up to your shoulder and gives you a hard time like every teenager, I thought it was obvious." Ugga nudged him with her elbow, her small hands were busy threading a bone needle with sinew as she sewed new clothes for her family.

"Well… she was always a stubborn girl and big for her age," he quipped as he crossed his arms.

"And then she got that doe-eyed look when mister-you-know-who showed up." Ugga batted her eyelashes playfully in emphasis and folded her hands beneath her chin a moment. It was hard to keep a straight face, Ugga quickly laughed it off. Grug set his jaw in a very uncharacteristic pout.

"Never should have stuffed him in the log," Grug said with less heart than he actually felt. Sure, he enjoyed roughing the kid up sometimes and making a big show of being upset seeing Eep with Guy but in truth he was fond of the… guy. It was still his job as a dad to scare Guy a little.

"Oh don't say that, he's practically our son now."

"Does that mean I need to protect him from Eep then?" He kept the edge of hope out of his voice the best he could as he faced his mate.

Ugga rested her chin on her fist thoughtfully, she put the needle safely away as she watched the two lovebirds chase one another on the beach. "You might, honestly," Ugga said with a warm voice. "She's a handful."

He heard a startled yelp from the shore and got to enjoy the sight of Guy yet again face planting in the sand. Eep pounced over his toppled form, he was spitting sand from his mouth.

"Gotta be faster than that!" She shouted with a victorious smile.

Guy mustered the energy to mockingly look at her like he was bothered but the toothy grin that spread on his face afterward said otherwise.

"Lovesick idiots," remarked Gran as she hobbled over to join them. She watched Eep and Guy fondly despite her toughness. "What I wouldn't give to be their age again. Especially with a boy like him, where was he fifty summers ago?"

"Ugh, I don't need that mental image," Grug mumbled with a shudder, his face surly.

"Aw Grug. Don't you remember what it was like to be young and in love?"

"I do, and that's why I'm worried!" Grug jutted a thumb behind him and caught the confused blank stare Guy gave the group at catching their gossip. "Young and hot blooded , Ugga."

Eep went over to haul Guy back up by the scruff of his neck. She shot Grug an embarrassed and irritated look that was muffled by her wild mane of red hair. "Ugh… Dad, we can hear you!"

"Good! So keep your hands to yourselves! You don't want little Eeps!" Grug paused. " I don't want more little Eeps, one of you is plenty!"

Guy gaped at them like a suffocating fish, Gran guffawed and shook her head. "Let them be, lunkhead. Not like they'll do anything in front of us, eh?" The two younger children of the Croods clan, Sandy and Thunk, looked up in confusion from where they were busy playing with Douglas a short distance away.

Eep pulled the curtain of hair over her eyes and wished for the ground to swallow her. Guy rubbed the back of his neck at the narrow eyed look Grug shot him.

Ugga rolled her eyes and began to try shooing the old woman off. "Mom, please."

"Come now, it's my generational right to tease the youngsters." Gran reached forward with her staff to hook it under the back of Grug's pelt shirt. She jerked it up with more speed than a lady her age should have, causing Grug to choke a moment as he grabbed for the shirt collar. "See? Like that! Sides, I got plenty of blackmail about you two turtledoves too. Grug was pathetic ."

Grug eyed her with a pointed glare once he was free of her pesky walking stick. Gran was unbothered, only grinned a toothy smile as she flopped comfortably onto the sand. She glanced towards Eep who perked at the potential to embarrass her father for once. It was hard to miss the mischievous wink she sent her granddaughter. Grug didn't like the curious glint in those green eyes as his spunky daughter practically skidded to seat herself near Gran. Guy followed clumsily as she had a vice grip on his hand. How Eep hadn't pulled his shoulder out along the way, Grug would never know.

It wasn't long until the entire family were seated in front of Gran. Thunk had Douglas in his lap and Sandy was curled around Belt who cooed at the attention. Ugga gave her mate a look that was screaming 'you brought this on yourself', Grug resigned himself to his fate out of pride. Real men didn't run from such things and as the patriarch he refused to be cowed by silly stories of when he was courting Ugga.

"What was dad like with mom?" Eep asked as she leaned forward, grinning. She looked at Grug who just huffed.

"Like I said, utter mushy rotten fruit. You think Guy is tooth rotting, you should have seen your father in his day." Guy pouted at being the butt of the joke as usual, he cast his dark eyes at Grug. He smirked as if to boast at the boy, smug that he wasn't going down alone in this evening razzing. "I wanted to chuck a rock at him every time he came to see Ugga."

Some of Guy's pride was built back up again though when Eep fondly rubbed shoulders with him. Grug began to wonder if it really was self-projecting this time when Chunky nosed his way between the young couple for a snuggle. Guy looked startled whilst Eep just scratched the Macawnivore between the ears.

Ugga decided to play traitor this night. "Mom how about you tell the kids about that time when Grug went on that big errand you gave him."

Grug couldn't help but wince and gave Ugga a scowl. The little minx had the nerve to grin innocently at him despite the betrayal.

"Big errand?" Guy echoed, he was barely visible from under Chunky's massive form.

"That story is my favorite," Gran cackled with a devious gleam in her eye. "And see Guy, back in our day if you wanted to court a woman you had to do something for the head of the family! Gramp was dead so I got to pick the task. Bless that heart attack he had."

Eep and Guy shared a look before both teenagers gazed questionably at Grug. He fidgeted before rolling his eyes. "That was Yesterday stuff. Besides, Guy saved us from The End with all his weird ideas so… consider the tab paid off."

"That brain thing of yours is really useful," Eep agreed with a girlish tone.

Guy blushed red at the compliment but didn't shy away from it. If anything it just made him glow proudly. "There's more where that came from," he quipped and knocked his knuckles lightly against his temple.

Grug almost wished he'd missed the bright, lovesick smiles the two shared despite Chunky barring them apart to the best of his ability. The desire for his daughter's happiness won out though, luckily for Guy who beamed. Even protective fathers and clingy Macawnivores weren't enough to stop true love it seemed.

"Anyway… it's no secret I didn't like your dad. So I came up with the most impossible task ever to earn Ugga." Gran licked her dry lips as she grunted, "Of course Grug had to go and actually do it."

"What did you make dad do?"

"Told him to go get a hair off a naked molephant."

Guy blinked. "But naked molephants don't have hair."

"Well, this is Grug so of course the nincompoop found the one blasted molephant that had hair." Grug let himself puff his chest out like a peacock preening its feathers.

"Yeah, well, you should have known better when you set me out on a job, Gran." He gave his mother-in-law a catty grin, for now he could relish in a past victory that smarted her way back when.

Eep looked at her grandmother mischievously. "So… when does the story get good?"

Ugga snickered, by now she had abandoned her sewing to sit between Thunk and Sandy. Thunk leaned against his mother as the woman combed her fingers through his scruffy mop of hair. "When he came back with his tunic ripped apart by a tusk," Ugga interjected.

"Wow," Thunk said in awe, turning his eyes to stare at Grug. Grug appreciated at least one Crood wasn't laughing at him. "How'd you do that?"

Gran cocked an eyebrow with a chuckle. "Yeah Grug, tell them."

Grug crossed his arms moodily. "Just for the record, it was a real life or death battle getting that stupid hair."

"Ugga was sewing his left buttocks for weeks," Gran said with a slap to her knee, the memory made her lifetime, really. She lifted her bony hands up to gesture with those old curled fingers of hers a measurement. "He's got a scar like this—"

"— ANYWAY! Like I was saying," Grug grumbled. He turned his attention back to his family. He scooped up a clump of sand and clay from the ground below and drew a vaguely person-like shape into the rock he had been lounging on. Then he drew a beast with tusks and a long nose next to him. "It was a battle of life and death, there I was, twenty two summers old—"

It was pure spite that kept him going hours after setting forth into the desert. Gran was convinced he couldn't win her daughter as his mate, and so when the old lizard raised the stakes he was determined to prove her wrong. He would get Ugga, she was something special and worth more than daylight itself.

He loved her and if it took getting a stupid molephant hair to be with her then so be it. Gran had been making him jump through hurdles since the day he'd met Ugga, it was no secret they shared a mutual loathing for each other. It also came from the same selfless affection the two had for Ugga, though Grug would have thought knowing he made her daughter happy was enough for her. Growling under his breath, he wiped the sweat from his brow.

There was still a good five knuckles before the sun would set, he'd find it before then. Either that or he was going to face the dangers night brought—

“You? Staying outside at night?” Eep sounded doubtful.

“... yes ,” Grug huffed.

“See? Big mush,” Gran interrupted.

"Can I finish? Nobody interrupted this much back in the cave," he grumbled moodily.

—He was sure the beast was around here somewhere as he took a cautionary sniff of the dry, dusty air. Grug could see footprints inbedded in the barren and broken ground that sand didn't cover yet. Running onwards, he pressed his knuckles into the ground as he paced himself.

Grug crossed the desert quickly and ignored the aching in his palms and feet from the hot tough earth. He was built strong and a little pain wouldn't stop his pride. He paused when the scent grew stronger, flaring his nostrils he climbed up a nearby tree to survey what was around. The sun was strong against his eyes and Grug strained through the bright rays of light to see a dark speck in the distance. In a nearby canyon below, Grug finally found what he was looking for—

"What about never being afraid?" Thunk asked his father.

Grug looked at Thunk before settling his dark eyes on his beloved Ugga. "I was afraid," he admitted with a chuckle. "But I wanted to impress your mother more. Being stubborn and hormonal is a terrible mix."

"You stubborn? No!" Eep exclaimed with a teasing grin. Guy gave her a playful look from where he was walled by Chunky.

Grug made a vague gesture with his hand and he relished in the confused faces Eep and Guy made when Chunky pressed his full weight against both of them. Guy yelped for mercy as Eep tugged on the cheeky feline that was crushing him into the sand.

"Grug! Please call him off!" A large paw cuffed his head, Guy's words quickly muffled.

"Dad!"

Grug suppressed a grin as he went back to his story. "I found the molephant so what was next was getting the hair—"

Grug couldn't say how long it took climbing down that cliff wall to reach the level the molephant was at. It was risky and went against what Grug practiced in his beliefs. Caution and fear kept him alive this long, yet here he was about to go harass an molephant for some hair it might or might not have. Dread pooled in his belly and made him cold, going after more beasts was not how he wanted this to go. Breathing heavily through his gritted teeth, Grug crept as quietly as he could across the canyon. There were many tall and small rocks around that would provide cover should he need to hide.

Grug didn't have a brain, cavemen didn't use those. At least he didn't and it showed when he found himself running full speed away from a rampaging molephant. He relied on his gut instinct to weave and dodge its massive tusks that were swung at him. Grug scrambled and whenever he managed to get close, the creature stomped it's way towards him with a vengeance.

He bit back a curse when a tusk just barely ripped part of his tunic at his chest—

"—so this is when the story gets to the best part," Eep interrupted with a cheeky hum. She'd since rescued Guy from the weight of Chunky and had him cuddled protectively in her arms. She rested her chin on his mused up brown hair. Guy idly stroked one of her hands that were interlocked at his neck and chest.

"I thought it was always at the best part," Thunk quipped in a confused voice to his sister.

"If I say anything else I'm worried I'll become Macawnivore food," Guy said and tipped his head to the side with a huff.

Ugga smiled at her children as Grug shot them a look to be silent. "Look if you want to laugh at me can I finish this up then first?"

Gran reached her staff out to bop Eep over the head, her bushy red hair cushioned the blow. "Yeah, hush your tongue."

Eep huffed when she felt Guy trying to muffle his grin into her arm. Grug shook his head at the sight, feeling a fond nostalgia swell within him despite the protective instinct. He looked at Ugga and she just arched a brow at her mate. Grug turned back to telling the story, large fingers drawing more on the rock.

"The molephant was putting up a good fight but your old dad was better—"

—He was swearing aloud and screaming as he hung onto the tusk by his shirt. Grug was glad he didn't feel wounded but this was just a disaster waiting to happen. Even the molephant seemed dismayed at the fact he now had the man stuck on his face. It kept rampaging and Grug strained against the beast in order to sink his feet forcibly into the hard earth. Dust filled the air and with his innate strength, Grug managed to swing his body around to grab it by its tusk. The molephant slowed and leaned back to buck, swinging Grug off after a lot of effort.

He was thrown through the air and scrambled to find his feet as he rolled like a big boulder. Dazed, Grug just barely got out of the way of the molephant as it charged him. Panting, Grug finally saw the hair on its angrily swishing tail. It groaned in frustration and Grug realized the molephant had gotten its massive body stuck between two rocks. Panicked and running strictly on adrenaline, Grug reached forward to yank off a clump of hair from its tail. It trumpeted its distress, Grug began to rush away but there was the sound movement. He dared to look behind him, yelling out he did all he could to escape the incredibly pissed off beast.

It only took one stupid stumble to find that in that split moment he was thrown into the air. Pain flowered under his back and rump. The last seconds felt like they were slow motion as he landed harshly into a patch of huge, prickly brambles. Everything went blurry and before he knew it, there was nothing...

He'd awoken to darkness and the scent of blood in his nose. He was tangled upside down in a bramble bush and covered in an uncomfortable amount of burrs. There was also pain in his rear end and back, Grug noted with a groan. However the panic he felt for that hair won out his concern for his current state. He couldn't go back without that blasted hair!

He froze his struggling at a sound in the distance and cowardly he hunkered down the best he could whilst suspended in the air head facing down. However, it soon turned into a voice. "...Grug! Grug?!'

"Ugga?!" He whispered harshly and in the moonlight he saw the cavewoman trotting cautiously on all fours. "I'm over here!"

Ugga hurried towards him and gave him a worried once over. Grug grinned at her concern until she scowled, harshly tugging on his ear like he was an impudent child. "Are you asking for a death wish, Grug?! Look at you! I can't believe you took mom seriously!"

"...it's good to see you too, Ugga," he grunted, pressing a hand to his ear to drown out the headache she gave him.

Ugga circled him with careful gray eyes as she tried to figure out how to get him down. "You are lucky no hungry predators sniffed you out first before I did," Ugga continued to scold.

Grug stiffened at the mention of such a risk and reached an arm to grab her shoulder as if it would protect her. "You shouldn't even be out here," he grumbled back.

"I know but after hearing mom laughing it up with the tribe about this stupid errand I needed to find you," Ugga hissed, pulling away to give him another stink eye. "I'm so mad at you right now."

"Yeah well once I find where that dumb hair went I'll be the one laughing at her!" Grug exclaimed, wiggling in an attempt to dislodge himself.

"Would you hold still? You're just going to make yourself worse," she complained and began to tear at the thicket with her strong, calloused hands.

Grug, being the stubborn man he was, continued to squirm this way and that. "I can get down myself," he huffed.

Ugga threw her hands up in frustration before yanking at a cord of bramble. "You have a head made of rocks, Grug."

Grug opened his mouth to argue back before suddenly falling. He cried out when his head hit the ground, grabbing at his neck in pain of the impact. Nursing a bump that felt like some giant goose egg, Ugga examined his tunic.

She made a noise through her teeth in fret. "How are you not dead right now?"

"I don't know!" He said with a growl, shuffling to sit up. Everything hurt from his skull to his toes that spread out in the pulse of his blood. "But between you, your mom and that molephant, all of you are really trying to bury me!"

Ugga rolled her eyes and spun him around, she pulled up his shirt before Grug could even protest. "You're lucky," she sighed, relief warming her voice. "That molephant tusk missed a major arterie. Really ruined your tunic though."

He softened and reached a hand out to touch her arm. "I got other shirts."

"It's probably going to scar. Can you walk?" Ugga faced him once again, he couldn't help but frown as he watched her wipe her bloody palm in the sand. My blood, Grug thought with a pained wince.

The adrenaline of the moment and even beyond it was wearing off, Grug really wanted to go back to his cave to nurse his wounds and ego. "I think so. Um… help balance me?"

A smile lit up her face and Grug wondered if it was the blood loss or her that made him sway breathlessly. "Sure." Ugga offered her arm to him which he took.

However, he stopped with a groan. "Ugh… wait. The hair, I'm not going back without that hair!"

"Forget the hair, Grug. Mom will get over it."

"Oh no! Ugga, I'll never hear the end of it if I don't give her that stupid hair!" Grug let go of Ugga to try peering through the darkness on the ground, crouching on his knuckles.

Ugga put her hands on her hips. "What is so important about getting my mom this hair? Naked molephants don't even have hair."

Grug just stuck a finger at her triumphantly. "Yes, yes they do and I swear to the sun it's not just me getting loopy from all this blood loss."

"Grug, you're scaring me," Ugga said in a deadpanned tone, brows arched.

"That old lizard can't keep us apart anymore after this," he continued to ramble on and on.

"Grug…"

"If it's a hair that ancient fossil wants in order to get her out of mine for good then so be it," he continued.

" Grug!"

"What?!"

"If you want to be my mate so bad why don't you just ask me yourself?"

Grug stopped his frantic search and stiffened up like a ribbit being hunted by a liyote. He turned to face her and saw she looked disappointed, arms crossed over her muscular chest. "Um… excuse me?" He wanted to kick himself for stuttering, he wasn't a boy anymore.

"I'm not something to trade for, and the fact you actually went through with it astounds me." Ugga shook her head with a sigh.

Grug shuffled his weight uncomfortably, he'd never been good at addressing his feelings out in the open like that. Even if it was for Ugga whom he loved dearly. "I know you're not an object, Ugga."

"Then why ask mom?"

"I… I don't know. I guess… I got tired of her talking badly about, you know… us." Grug looked at her with a frown, uncharacteristically vulnerable.

Ugga reached out to cup his cheek in her hand as she stood in front of him. "Mom says a lot of things, you really need to tune her out."

He turned his head to brush his nose against her palm in a fond gesture, slouching. "She always says I'm no good for you, Ugga."

"Well, lucky for us mom isn't the one you have to court. It's me." She leaned back on her heels, still stroking his face with a gentle touch for a woman as fierce as Ugga.

"I'm just saying, getting her to shut up would be a win win to this mess." Grug shrugged his shoulders in a dismissive way, a small grin on his face.

Ugga rolled her eyes at him. "You and your manly pride are going to get you into trouble."

"If I'm already in trouble I might as well finish up," he quipped. Grug found his molephant hair amongst the broken debris the molephant had left in its rampaging wake, he’d lifted it up triumphantly in the moonlight. Ugga shook her head. “Okay, now, we can go back!”

When they returned, the sun had started to rise over the desert as dawn chased off the night. Gran had stood outside the dwelling she shared with Ugga, her scowl etched deep into her wrinkled features. The other families were creeping out of their dens in preparation of the morning hunt and foraging, their curious eyes were shocked to see Grug limping back into the canyon with Ugga supporting his hulking mass.

Grug shoved the wad of hair into Gran's face with a low growl, "Here's your stupid hair!" The old woman took it with muted shock for once, gaping mouth wide as she looked between Grug and Ugga. With a burst of adrenaline and pride, he looped his massive arm around Ugga's waist to haul her over his shoulder.

She gave a startled laugh, lightly smacking her fists into his back. "We're going back to this tradition, are we?"

"I gotta make sure your mom doesn't try anything again, you're as good as mine now," Grug huffed, limping with his Ugga secured in his grasp like she weighed light as a feather.

"You're too much, Grug."

"You've never complained before," he shot back with a grin.

"C'mon big guy, I think all that blood loss is affecting your head. Let me patch you up."

Grug headed for his cave, merry that he'd gotten Ugga and at the same time shut that awful lizard of a mother-in-law up. It costed him his pride, he noted, it was hard to ignore the snickering of the families around them. He only bared his teeth at them which seemed to work for the moment. Once his back was turned the whispering and giggling continued.

Ugga merely pressed her forehead into the back of his neck and it made everything better… least until Gran moved in but that was a different story for another tomorrow.

Grug finished his story with flourish, loosely drawing what seemed to be a lopsided circle around the two images presenting Ugga and himself.

"I like that story," Eep said, a bit dreamily as she looked at the pictures. "It wasn't really embarrassing though."

"It was if you were there," Grug scoffed as he wiped his clay covered hands on his pelt.

"Well, it still makes me laugh at least," Gran said from where she sat, cackling.

"You laugh at anything that has me getting beat up," he pointed out, surprisingly with a much more amiable tone.

"Not true, now that you learned some jokes I laugh at other things too."

Ugga smiled fondly at her mate, letting Thunk sit up so she could go wrap her arms around his bicep in a hug. "Thank you," Ugga said, rubbing her nose into his cheek.

Grug softened and felt his ears burn, giving her a small smile. His eyes fell to his audience and he couldn't help lingering on Eep who still had Guy draped in her lap. They were gazing at one another like nobody else existed around them for the moment, Guy lifting a finger to fondly boop her nose.

Ugga shook her head. "Let them be, you remember what it was like still." She patted his arm fondly with a knowing smile.

Grug huffed but said nothing, just reluctantly looked away from the two lovestruck teenagers. "I've been lounging around too much anyway." He tried shrugging off the blatant teenage romance going on right in front of him. "Since they're busy, dinner duty is on me now." The plan had been fish but he knew that failed disastrously from the word go.

He grabbed Thunk by the shoulder and the boy protested a moment, Douglas scampered between their legs as Grug lead the way towards the woodland hugging the beachfront. Ugga watched Grug go, sighing like she was a girl of twenty summers old again. She reached down to grab Sandy who wiggled in her arms, Ugga tucked her under her elbow without batting an eye over the feral snarling. She cast one last look at Eep and Guy before walking off herself, intending to put Sandy down for a nap.

"C'mon you little scamp," Ugga told her daughter. "You need all the rest you can get for when Dada comes back with food."

"Hey… where did everybody go?" Eep found a moment to look away from Guy to realize the clearing had been well… cleared out. Only one that remained was Gran, the old battle ax of a woman rolled her eyes.

Guy lingered his gaze on her still. "I don't know but you are still here so it's not a problem yet for me."

She fought off a smile best she could but failed at his widening one.

"About time the two of you joined us back in this world," she grunted in a teasing tone, her joints creaking as she pushed herself to her feet.

"Oh, hey Gran." Guy waved a hand idly in her direction.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Eep inquired, huffing.

"Oh, you know very well what I mean," Gran replied, stretching a kink out of her back. She gave a satisfied sigh at the pop, leaning comfortably against her stick. "Anyway lovebirds… I want my afternoon nap now. Laughing at Grug really wipes an old lady out."

"Hold on a second!" Eep exclaimed, springing up to her feet. She unceremoniously hefted Guy up in her arms as she did so, his dark eyes only startled for a second. "Why is that story your favorite, really?" Eep asked with a squint.

She put Guy back on his own two feet though clung to his bicep. He leaned against her solid form without a thought, it came as easy as breathing air. "You and Grug didn't seem to have the best relationship," Guy added thoughtfully as he looked at her.

Gran huffed through what was left of her teeth, shaking her head. "It reminds me of how foolishly in love you two are," she chuckled at the matching blushes on their faces. "Being so devoted that you go and do something stupid to prove it. I'd watch your back Guy, Grug knows he can get you to climb in Chunky's mouth if it means Eep is your reward for it."

"Eep isn't a thing," he sputtered.

Eep couldn't help but playfully jab his ribs. "I'm not a catch then?"

"Of course you are!" Even at her most gentle, Eep knocked the wind out of him and he was wheezing.

"See! That is what I mean," Gran cackled as she reached out to pat Guy fondly on the shoulder. "Lovesick idiot. Eep has you down pat. That's okay though, us ladies like a man who's easy to boss around." She winked at Eep and Guy.

She heard Eep's disgruntled scoff as she turned away, a mischievous grin tugging her old lips. "Do try to behave yourselves. Well, I'll say ta-ta for now, loves." Leaving the two to their own devices at last, Gran began to hobble off after the direction her daughter Ugga had gone.

Guy stared at the pathway until Gran was a mere speck and turned to look at Eep. "Am I easy to boss around?"

"Behave ourselves," Eep said, pouting. "She's acting like we have no restraint!"

Guy chuckled with a teasing grin, leaning down to brush his lips against the hinge of her jaw. She immediately melted. "Maybe she's kinda right about that, at least," he mumbled against her chin.

Eep nuzzled herself closer to him, feeling his breath fan her neck. “We probably shouldn’t prove her right, you know how Gran is.”

Guy just huffed and began to pepper her neck and face in kisses, Eep had no complaints despite her playful refusal. Rebellion just came with being young, even if the old codger would relish in teasing them later for it.

#thecroods #croods #the croods #the croods a new age #the croods 2 a new age #the croods 2 #croods 2 #thecroods2 #croods2 #dreamworks #grug #ugga #fanart #fan art #myart #my art #it's our nature #the sun was a wayfarer

[zayphyr]

birthday baby

pairing: neighbours!woojoong x bestfriend!reader

genre: pure floof :)

warnings: none!

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you open your eyes to the repeated ringing of your doorbell, and groggily check the alarm clock on your bedside table

6:02 am,,,, on the first day of your break,,,

whoever's on the other side of your front door better have a real good reason, you think as you get off the bed and run your fingers through your hair

"what?"

"hAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!"

a very excited hongjoong stands before you in a bright green jacket with a chunky blue sweater underneath

(the light hits his platinum blonde hair beautifully, you mentally note)

your best friend's holding a massive wrapped box in his arms, smiling (almost literally) from ear to ear

it's waY too early in the morning for your heart to do whatever it's doing now

you take a whole good five minutes to realise it is, in fact, your birthday, and he really is standing in front of you like that,,

"oh, right, thank you" and motion for him to finally step inside

which he happily does, and places the massive box on your table

"tadaa!"

"okay, what's in the box?"

"why don't you open to find out?"

his eyes are practically sparkling now

you slowly take apart the pretty, pastel pink wrapping, carefully taking away the tape

till he eventually intervenes and rips it off bc he's too excited for you to see what's inside

opening the box, you see a mASSIVE soft brown teddy nearly your height

you read the powder blue tag around its neck and chuckled

'for when you miss me too much! rosebud here's gonna keep you and pororo the penguin company'

"aww joongie, I love it so much!!"

you bury your face into its fluffy, soft arms

"heyyy, rosebud's for when you miss me, I'm right here now", he pouts waiting with open arms

you laugh and squish your face into his sweater instead, breathing in his scent while he holds you close and ruffles your hair

you shuffle into the kitchen to make coffee for the both of you

"joong, I love you and all, but it's six in the morning, you could've given it to me later. why are you even awake?"

"it's my bestest baby's birthday!! how could I waste any precious hours of the day sleeping??"

you roll your eyes slightly and smile to yourself, while he comes over to where you are

"I'm going right back to sleep after coffee, mind you. I gotta catch up for the nights I spent finishing up all those assignments"

you place two coffee mugs on the table beside him- your black ralts themed one and his yellow sylveon one

(yeS he has his own coffee mug, that's how often he's at your place)

"yeah, there's no way I'm letting you do that today of all days, you have the whole rest of the month to catch up on it anyway."

"but joong, whyyy? just let me sleeeeeep" you pout

"cute, but that's not gonna work today. the whole reason I asked about your agenda for the day was because you'll have to clear it! I have a lot of things planned so all you need to do is follow me~"

he emphasises on the last word by putting his hands on his cheeks, making a flower out of his face

while your face decides it's a good time to heat up

"you know, you're really lucky you're cute"

*cue nervous laughter from your side*

before he could respond, your doorbell rings,,, again

"wh-"

you open the door only to be greeted by a massive bear hug

"happy bIRTHDAY Y/N!! we have so many things to do and places to go and it's gonna be amazing, I'm so thankful you exist and you're gonna have to get ready quick because-"

you only hope he doesn't notice your heart beating a wHOLE lot faster than usual

laughing, you pull away to see the other half of your best bud duo

aka a very hyped wooyoung, also dressed warm, in a deep red jacket on the multiple layers he has on over his white tee

"I really don't get why you guys are so excited, I nearly forgot I was turning a year older today"

"guys? oh no-"

"beat you to it, woo"

hongjoong speaks up in the doorway, arms folded over his chest with a pretty smug smile on his face

"come oN, don't you have work today??"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"ugh fiiine, but we're first gonna get breakfast at this place I found that she'll love"

"cool with me, so long as we go to the carnival next"

"and I'm driving"

"yeah no, that's out of question"

"but I've got her a little something and it's in my car"

he tries pouting to get his way, key word here being *tries*

"please, I'm practically immune to those. your car, but there's nO way I'm letting you drive after last week"

wooyoung turns his attention to you, yawning, still in the hallway

"y/n, go get dressed!!"

he walks you by the shoulders to your room and then joins hongjoong on the couch

you hear their voices over the muffled noises of the tv

"I want coffee too!! where's my mug? get me some, hyung"

"I'm busy, get it yourself"

"you're literally just watching someone talk about walls"

"yeah and?? I'm learning more about cement than you ever will"

you smile to yourself while you open your wardrobe to decide on an outfit

it sure is gonna be a long, tiring day for the butterflies in your tummy

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this is a lil oneshot I wrote for my baby kiwi @extraterestirol 💘 I was supposed to post it on her birthday but oh weLL,, hope you liked it regardless! 💌

#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez reaction #ateez scenarios #ateez soft #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #park seonghwa #seonghwa #jung yunho #yunho #kang yeosang #yeosang #choi san #san #song mingi #mingi #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #choi jongho #jongho #neighbours #birthday #kpop #oneshot #woojoong #for aemu! #destined dorks

[yamisnuffles]

Tagged by the haunting @racketghost

Nickname: online, Yami. IRL, none bc Claire is a perfect name as is, tyvm.

Zodiac sign: Cancer

Height: 5’7”

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor. YOLO baby. But really, I’m the opposite of ambitious or cunning, I loathe studying, and I’m loyal but not chill enough to hang with the Hufflepuffs.

Last Thing I Googled: Something straight up depressing, so let’s go with the thing before that, which was polar bear peens.

Song stuck in my head: Nine In The Afternoon

Amount of sleep I get: I aim for 8-9 hours bc that’s my happy place but let’s say I have very bad aim.

Dream job: If I could get my brain to work, author. In a world where my brain still doesn’t work but I do, I’d love to study wolves or do something outdoorsy.

Lucky numbers: 80085 (jk, or am I?)

Wearing: a grey tank top and denim shorts

Other random facts: I once convinced one of the neighbor kids that I was a superhero but that I couldn’t prove it because that would give away my secret identity. Convinced another that I had a different, completely made up name and she then wouldn’t believe me when I told her it was really Claire. Scared off a bully when I was 6 or so by pretending I was a master of some made up martial art. Basically what I’m saying is I was a massive troll as a child. Was. In the past. For sure. >_>

Aesthetic: All over the damned place. Like, looking around my living room rn, it’s all nerd stuff, skulls, and cute hand crafted flowers. And, fashionwise, it’s no different as I swing between comfy casual and big chunky jewelry, cute dresses, and whatever else. Basically, I like what I like and what I like is... a lot.

Tagging: @ramblingredrose, @icescrabblerjerky, @canofwormholes, and @liquidlyrium

#ask memes #about me #I'm in a mood today can you tell?

[calumcest]

i was tagged by @sunshinecal thank you!! 

name: helen

zodiac: libra sun, capricorn moon

favorite artists/bands: my chemical romance, fall out boy, radiohead, panic!, 5sos, all time low, pierce the veil, yes i am a massive fucking emo what about it 

favorite sports teams: none really unless you count the wildcats from hsm 

other blogs: i have many but this is the only one i use now nobody go looking for my old embarrassing blogs please 

do I get asks: sometimes! does it make me incredibly happy? maybe but lets blame that on quarantine brain

how many blogs I follow: 70 i really need to follow more cos everyone i followed before is inactive now  

what I’m wearing: jeans and a vintage oversized us navy jumper because for some reason its 5 degrees today

dream vacation: pompeii, chicago, chernobyl 

dream car: i have zero idea about cars but i drive a 2006 toyota yaris which i like bc its small and cute which is good for london even though the accelerator requires literally one singular atoms worth of pressure to be floored

favorite food: spaghetti bolognese & kit kat chunkies

drink of choice: still water its all i drink 

languages: english & german

celebrity crush: honestly i dont really have many i guess just my man calum honourable mention to frank iero because i do still slyly fancy him after all this time

random fact: i once gave my friend a stick & poke tattoo in the school changing rooms with a random needle we picked up off the art room floor bc we were bored i am very surprised she didnt get hep c 

i tag @5sosnsfw, @glitterlukey and anyone else who wants to do it!

#text #all this has confirmed is how boring of a person i am

[the-blueberry-jellyfish]

Random Klovnie Facts🤡💙

Under a cut bc there's a lot lmao😂💙

--contains talk of cannibalism, killing, dead things in general, and stuff under that umbrella. Don't read if it makes you uncozy💖 He’s a very nappy man.

•He's 6'11" and then wears heels too lol.

•He always been fascinated with dead things. Since he was teeny clown bby. (It has nothing to do with how he was raised. I mean. His dad absolutely hated/hates it lmao.) But yeAH. He would run off and go find animal carcasses and stuff and freaking. Like. Open 'em up and check 'em out 😂 and freaking play with them and shit 😂 Even now as an adult, he often can't stop himself from just. Diving into his victim's body and checking out their organs. Organs and stuff really interest him, okay? They're coOL😂 He just loves to split people open and shove his face in their organs lmao. Motorboat them.

•As a child he had a small pet that was a bird-ish type creature. One day he just mcfuckin' ate it. His mom didn't let him get another pet after that. 😂

•He likes to paint his nails, so he will on occasion, but like. Only if the polish is made up of weird concoctions of things lol. So he makes his own. He's also prone to adding venom or bug bits to his nail polish.

•He likes glitter, especially the big chunky kind with the big shapes in it. That stuff is 👌👌👌👌 and he likes to throw it on people.

•He doesn't take much seriously and would be the type to tell you a shitty knock-knock joke with his dying breath 😂

•HE ALSO REALLY LIKES BAGS. OKAY. He has an ever-growing bag collection and if any of his victims have bags of any kind on them when they die, then he haS TO HAVE THAT BAG TOO.

•His family's circus does really well, despite it now having a connection to assassins. That helps it, actually lmao. The crowds always massively influx when he and Klaunie return for a show.

•His immediate family consists of his parents, an older sibling, Klaunie, and then a younger brother that very much looks up to him and Klaunie.

•He hums and sings a lot. He's got a decent enough voice, but he's super bad at memorizing lyrics, for whatever reason. So he tends to make up his own.

•His first dip into cannibalism was when he was whatever the icejin equivalent of 15/16 is. There was always the curiosity, but never really the opportunity. But one day his older sibling was in an accident and Klovnie was found eating pieces off their wound. So that's fun c: The older sibling carries resentment about it, along with their permanent scarring.

•I mentioned on the post that he just signs his name as a star. He also expects people to read the star as... his name. As if... the drawing of the star spells his name. Because obviously this ⭐️ is pronounced as "Klovnie" lmao.

•One side of Tuesday Night Cherrypop Supreme has spikes, and the other side is flat and has a big smiley face with stars for eyes. He takes her everywhere with him. As much as he loves blood and guts and whatnot, he can't stand to leave any mess on his precious mallet lol. She's promptly cleaned after every killing because it's what she deserves 👏👏👏👏👏👏

•He claims to not have a favorite color lol. He likes how things look in relation to one another, and thus, cannot pick a favorite. He def doesn’t like brown and stark white, though.

•He likes taking pictures, so his life is very well documented lmao. He always gets them printed off and has a bunch of scrapbooking stuff, but he's... never actually put any scrapbooks together. 😂 It just never happens bc as much as he wants the finished product, he has absolutely no desire to spend time on them. He'd much rather paint or sculpt with his time.

•His opinion on the icejin royal family is as follows: He thinks they'd be really nice wall decorations and he bets that they taste extra delicious. 😂👏✨

•Sometimes he's goes into a freaking shutdown crazy mode when killing someone and ends up completely smashing them far beyond recognition as a once-living being 😂 Which then just makes him sad because it's wasted material 😭 But then he gets to eat fistfuls of raw icejin meat with his hands like a gremlin, so that’s good.

•He usually does his clown makeup even when he isn't wearing a clown outfit. He feels like it's a part of hiM and so he wants it on alllll the time. The dark, curved lines that go from the corners of his mouth, up past his eyes are his natural cheek marks though.

•He's very good at acrobatics and he's super flexible (bc he’s an acrobat in the circus lmao). He's also prone to just. Flipping. 😂 Like... Oh man, that milkshake tasted really good??? That means he's gotta do a front flip. It's law. Klovnie law.

•He keeps his glitter on him as all times. How else would he be able to throw it at people whenever he wanted? 😂 But where does he keep it? Where does it come from? We just don't know. The same logic is applied to his good hoNKHONK clown horn, which also comes from and returns to somewhere that is seemingly nonexistent😂

•The only people he eats are icejins. He sampled another race once and felt it just wasn't the same🤔

•He's strictly interested super freaky people/things and people that are just completely off their rocker. He finds everyday average people to be boring and unattractive. And, um... if he kills someone that he finds attractive, he keeps the taxidermied (? lol) people in his room to admire lmao.

•He has zero self-preservation instincts and commonly goes barreling into situations that are dangerous/he knows nothing about. He lives on the edge and his biggest goal in life is to have fun. He doesn't fear death in the slightest.

•He would be completely lost without Klaunie. She's always been a part of his life (obviously) and he legitimately wouldn't know what to do with himself without her. He would absolutely lose his mind and die a very violent death shortly after.

•He's a giggly little bitch and laughs a ton, regardless of whether or not it's appropriate for the situation. He's laughs when he's happy, excited, working, mad, sad, it doesn't matter.

•But speaking of, it's very hard to actually upset him. Insults don't affect him at all, passive aggression and poor attitudes don't get to him, and he doesn't care about any awful thing the person's done.

•Howeverrrrrr... a man once called Klaunie something derogatory and he was promptly eaten alive by Klovnie.

#cannibalism #my ocs #Klovnie #lemme know if i need to tag anything else i feel braindead

[lassieposting]

Baby Skug Headcanons Part 2

ft ghastly

- so when skug and ghastly have been friends for a while, ghastly brings skug round to his home to meet his folks

- ghastly’s childhood home is a lil farmstead on the outskirts of skug’s local town. his family is essentially self-sufficient; they have like some chickens, a cow and an old farm horse for any heavy pulling

- ghastly’s dad makes his clothes and then has ghastly take them to market once a week to sell, and with that money they can buy anything they can’t produce themselves. so they’re not living in poverty - for working class people they’re pretty well off, but they’re way below skug’s normal standard of living

- ghastly’s mother saoirse is this chunky, buxom, tornado of a woman with a loud voice who adopts skug on the spot. i’m very fond of this scenario by amaraqwolf of their first meeting where she sees his junk, tells him she’d bang him, and laughs at him for getting stabbed in the butt. she is friends with Everyone and knows all the town gossip and will stand for approximately 0 shit from anybody

- ghastly’s father is very shy, introverted, and spends most of his time hiding out in the workshop. they’re that couple who look like they really shouldn’t work but somehow they do. it’s quite a while before skug even sees him tbh

- anyway saoirse basically takes one look at this socially awkward, lanky child her son has brought home and can tell straight away that skug’s home situation is...not ideal...and since she is a woman with excessive maternal instinct and not enough children to spend it on, she very much takes him in, he’s welcome there from day one

- he has No Idea how to deal with her mothering him tbh, she’s very physically affectionate and thinks he needs Feeding and actually puts down boundaries for him and god help him if he oversteps those

- he stays over one time when it’s more convenient to come home with ghastly than ride home by himself after a night of drinking, and he gets thoroughly told off in the morning bc he’s a few years younger than ghastly and she doesn’t think he should be conning people at cards and behaving like a cad

- and he likes that. his own parents dgaf what he’s doing, really, so long as he’s not visibly bringing Shame To The Family, so he’s not used to having a mother figure who’s Very Invested in his well being and his safety and what he’s generally doing with his life

- as time goes on, he stays over more, and by the time he’s like ~16-17, he basically lives there. technically he’s meant to help with the chores, but skug is the kind of person who knows that you give the servants the dirty clothes and the servants bring them back clean, so the amount of times he actually Does Some Work can be counted on one hand

- saoirse refers to them as “her boys”. if you asked her how many sons she has, she would say two. skug calls her mama on a frequent basis. 

- ghastly is friends with hopeless already, and introduces him to skug. hopeless also punches skug the first time he meets him.   

- skug is a Bit Much for ghastly’s dad tbqh, he’s already developing that massive personality and he eats like a horse and sleeps all the time and keeps getting into trouble for chatting up the next-door farmer’s daughters, but he basically accepts this random child that his wife has adopted and he puts in as much effort with skug as he does with ghastly. he really does love them both, in his own quiet way

- he’s still alive. telling him about ghastly’s death is one of the hardest things skulduggery ever had to do.

- in his late teens/early twenties he starts talking about wanting to fight. the war is getting into full swing and a lot of idealistic young men like skug are having the same idea, wanting some glory, and since he’s got a family history and a brother in the military already it’s basically All He Wants To Do and he won’t hear anything else

- saoirse and ghastly’s dad are not fond of this idea, but they know how stubborn and bull-headed skug is, so past a certain point they stop trying to dissuade him. 

- ghastly, naturally, signs up to watch skug’s back, which nobody was expecting bc up to that point all he really wanted to do was take over the tailor’s trade and live a normal, essentially mortal life

- they save up their pennies and when the boys enlist, they get them each a shiny new sword made to go with their dress uniform. ghastly, while he did keep it, symbolically put his away after the war; he walked away from all that shit and wanted to just be normal. skug still has his on a display bracket in one of his living rooms. 

- saoirse had several visions involving skug in her lifetime; she knew about the girl he’d eventually marry, she knew the first time she held his child that it wouldn’t live out the decade, and she knew how important val would be to him. her visions changed as circumstances changed - her first vision of skug with val, he was alive, and laughing at something she said. after he died, those visions disappeared altogether. and when he came back, they were less light-hearted and he was a skeleton in them. 

- she never saw her own death, though. she’d accepted she was probably going to die when she decided to charge vile, but she never had a vision of it, and it was only in the last second as her heart exploded and her life was sucked from her chest that vile did the head tilt she’d been watching skug do since he was just a boy and recognised him.

#she did also ask about his lady friend a couple times hundreds of years before he even met val and skug was #very confused #like ma what lady friend #anyway i have a lot of feelings about ghastly's mom she loved her boys #ghastly bespoke #skulduggery pleasant #sp headcanons #skug

[okaywowcool]

 hey guys! back again for another monthly favorites post, this time for july! read below the cut to hear some of my favorite clothing pieces, new shops, trends, and makeup and skincare items that i’ve used in this past month! 

you can also check out this link to read through my past faves! 

CURRENT FAVE PERSONAL PIECES

Plus Size Grid Print Overall Mini Dress - $24.90, available in 0X - 3XL

Not too long ago I picked up a few pieces from F21 (mostly out of a Strong fear that they would be going out of stock in the near future, lol) and this was one of them. The zipper feels sturdy with the metal they used (I was worried, since this runs slightly bodycon on a non-padded, average curvy body (if you’ve not read about how plus-sized models are commonly padded out to get the “ideal” shape or “ideal” fat distribution, check out this article here by Refinery29.) and the zipper is the functional closure of the dress. The dress has zero stretch, so I was a little concerned about something flimsy that I felt like would break eventually, but so far so good. I’ve worn it with a super cute beatnik type get up out to lunch and errands with my girlfriend (black turtleneck sweater, beret, and chunky black sandals) and felt super cute, but still a little self conscious just since the more bodycon silhouette is something I’m still not super confident in wearing, which is something I’m trying to get better about. So a big recommend! I’m a size 22/24 and got a size 3XL and thought that was perfect, not too tight, but still hugging my curves in a cute way. 

Plus Size Grid Print Tie-front Shirt - $19.90, available in 0X - 3XL

I have a serious problem finding button ups that are cute on me...I have a fairly large bust but smaller shoulders and it’s hard to find something plus-sized that isn’t either totally oversized and weird looking on me fit wise, or so tight there’s massive gapping between the buttons at the biggest part of my bust. But this button up really works for me. I’m not sure if it’s the slightly relaxed cut or the fact that it’s a crop, but it’s absolutely perfect...it’s rare you buy something online and it fits exactly the same on you as it does on the model, but this did and I was so impressed! This is definitely going to be a new staple in my wardrobe, as soon as it’s not too hot to commit to long sleeves.

I ordered a few more things that I haven’t had much of a chance to style/wear yet, but everything worked this go round which is pretty rare...this was very much me that day:

Surgeon General’s Dress - $35, available in XS - 5XL

I’ve been wearing a lot of my own stuff here lately, mainly because it’s so easy to throw on and and still be bold enough for it to feel like a Look, while totally keeping me cool. This dress’s print looks super bold from a distance, but y’all would be surprised to see how long it takes people in an office setting to actually find out what the print is of, since it’s so blown up it can read as abstract. The fabrication is also really good at keeping you out of the hot hot hot hell zone, and is super cute with a breezy sheer cardigan thrown on over it! 

FAVE NEW SHOPS

Avocado Bag, $40

I want to own pretty much everything in this entire store since I found out it existed just a few weeks ago, and if I didn’t have some self restraint I would have preordered at least 3 bags from here so far. Miju Miju is a cute shop full of bags that were originally intended for use as cute, unique ita bags, but they’re also totally cute to use to display your pin collection, or even just leave plain with the empty clear window showing the cute pop of lining color. The fact that they’re convertible from a crossbody purse to a backpack also makes them a literal dream for me, since that’s pretty much the only kind of bag I like to carry. They also have a discount code running right now for the preorder, you can use BOW7 to get $7 off one of these bad boys! I know I want the avocado, egg, and pink coffin ones all sooooo bad. 

Pastel Rainbow Shooting Star Necklace - $60

Petey Hana is an etsy shop with a lot of super cute hand painted jewelry, perfect for all kinds of kawaii fashion styles and also just bold statement pieces. I’m so in love with the obviously hand made look, especially with ceramic and polymer clay jewelry, because it just feels like there’s extra love put into it. Combine that with all the bright colors and I’m just in love with this whole shop! 

Strawberry Milk Cocktail Knit Sweater - $31

I’m not sure why it took me so long to realize that the Ester Loves You collab “Ester loves Chuu” was referring to a shop’s name and not just the cute Japanese kissing sound effect....but it took me until doing that cute request for rabbit purses recently for me to figure out that Chuu was indeed, a store. This shop is adorable and has lots of unique styles in it for super affordable prices. I can’t fit into any of it myself really BUT it’s still been a big inspiration to look at their photography and see how they’re styling their pieces! 

Walk the Line Striped Dress - $78, available in US size 10 - 30

I wanted to use this cute image from Fat Girl Flow, since it was Corissa’s IG where I first saw this shop as well AND because it’s so helpful to see products on non-models. Soncy is a really cute really incredible shop. Y’all know I’m not the biggest fan of the whole Fashion Nova curve look, it just never has felt very “me,” even though it’s a staple for many other plus-sized bloggers/influencers. Soncy feels like Fashion Nova’s classy older sister who has her own very successful etsy business selling fancy leather goods--which is not at all a bad vibe...one part hippie, one part mature, and one part sexy. Still a similar style, but there’s not as much emphasis on the whole Kylie Jenner booty body-con everywhere look, and things just look higher quality...they’re more expensive, but everything in the shop is available in sizes 10 - 30 and everything is miraculously under $100, which is just awesome. 

FAVE JULY SILHOUETTES

Pier Pursuits Cropped Jumpsuit - $64.99, available in XXS - 4XL

Right now, one of the silhouettes I’m obsessed with is super wide leg jumpsuits. This one was really the first one that sparked the intense love for me, the proportions are so unique and perfect and I love that these jumpsuits are starting to show more traditional dress like necklines...this one from ASOS curve does a similar thing which I really adore. 

Front Twist Flutter Sleeve Tee - $9, 0X - 3XL

Twist front crop tees (even the ones that are just from twisting a not in a normal tee!) are just such a look for me right now. There’s something very nostalgic about them, almost like how when tying jackets around the waist was coming back as a styling choice when 90s nostalgia started going strong, that makes me just super happy and it’s a natural type of ruching that is really attractive without looking kind of dated and old. It just looks good on everyone, truly. 

PRINTS & COLORS

Fluted Sleeve Mini Dress in Ditsy Floral - $51 // Infusion Cut Out Bralette in Vintage Floral - $52 // Ditsy Floral Ruffle Jumpsuit - $40

There’s something so nice and vintage feeling about a ditsy floral print, and I’ve been wanting to create some of my own patterns that mimic this feel for a while but still haven’t quite gotten around to it. It’s just such a nice subtle way to wear florals, a print that I tend to be really picky about since they can go ugly fairly easily or run the risk of looking dated or matronly depending (and I mean dated like...2008 versus a nice vintage feel) but ditsy florals just always look so cute and nice, too subtle to ever really be offensive and easy to transition from season to season. 

Daisy Street Cami with Peplum - $24 // True Stripes A-Line Skirt - $38 // Miss Selfridge Pinafore Dress - $56

i’m also just really feeling chambray this month, especially with a subtle white pinstripe. aside from chambray just feeling really lovely to the touch (bc i’m all about those textures y’all) it’s such a lovely soft approach to denim that feels so airy and perfect for summer. 

MAKEUP/SKINCARE

LIPHOP Ombre Lip Balm - $2.59 

I bought this little lip balm for real cheap off of aliexpress a while ago, in quite a few shades since it was so cheap. I’ve found that the darker shades are by far my favorite, though they don’t look quite as dark on me as they do in the photos. It’s very similar to just putting on a little chapstick--these just add a natural little pop of color for a fresh bitten look to the center of your lips while hydrating them overall. I like that it gives that popsicle stain look without the matte feel of some similar products, like Glossier’s Generation G and Colourpop’s Blotted Lip, or the actual commitment of doing a proper ombre lip look. 

Bliss Makeup Melt Jelly Cleanser - $12

This one is actually not one I’ve gotten to try yet (it’s sitting in my cart to be purchased as soon as my current cleanser runs out) but I wanted to include it on this list anyway because I’ve been wanting to try it for a while now. It’s supposed to be a really good dupe for Glossier’s Milky Jelly Cleanser, but has a smaller price tag ($12, vs Glossier’s $18) as well as coming with more product (6.4oz vs Glossier’s 6oz). Last winter I was looking for a good cleanser that wouldn’t dry me out quite as much as my current one does. I’m currently using Tony Moly’s Peach Foam Cleanser, which I think is really lovely in a lot of ways--the foaming is fun, the smell is amazing, and it does really make you feel clean, but it dries my skin out sooooo much right now, even in the summer where I have a little more oil. It claimed to be moisturizing and gentle but I guess my skin is still just too wimpy to take it, and I’ve been looking for a change. This dupe is also rose scented, which I’m super excited about--I’ll be sure to tell you all how it is! 

so that’s it for july! look forward to seeing some of my highlights for august next month and feel free to let me know if there are any other categories you’d like me to add each month! <3 

#plus size fashion #plus size blogger #psblogger #july favorites #monthly favorites #fashion #july #kawaii #pastel #long post

[lucretiapologist]

shit,,, im actually kinda into the mercel thing. any info about marcel/the two of them?

THANK YOU. i’ve been Very Invested in them since i woke up freakin,,, 3 hours ago? 4? idek but yes thanks for asking about them. ask and you shall receive (also sorry in advance. i talk about it on my main blog but have real vivid dreams and i remember most of all the content. this will be a little long so i’ll do  a readmore)

anyway lets meet marcel, the oc i made against my will in my sleep, and also an old boyfriend of merle’s i guess

k so physical appearance

from what i remember marcel is like. slightly less than average human height. idk how talll a half-elf half-dwarf person is supposed to be but that’s what my subconscious came up with. honestly he could be giant or dwarf-sized i don’t even care but what i saw was like 5′6″/5′7″ (edit: I looked it up and he's maybe a little too talk technically?)

he has shoulder length dark hair and its very thick and massive. volumizing shampoo who?? he’s never heard of that

i’m talking book!hermione granger big and messy okay

i should also mention that he is brown that is important

he’s got really nice legs? like this isn’t me making it up this is what i saw. he’s got very nice legs. every day is leg day. and he’s got big arms but they arent like muscle-y or anything. what i’m saying here is he’s chunky and has nice legs

his face is kinda roundish. big ears. round nose. blocky eyebrows.

also he didn’t have a beard. not like a beard beard anyway. it was kinda scruffy looking. he had a scruffy mustache too.

by the looks of him he was in his late 30s early 40s maybe

as for like, other stuff

i’m pretty sure if he had a class he’d just be a fighter? i don’t think he had any magical abilities or anything. he did some fighting with just like. his hands and he has a long bow that he was proficient with it

i kept seeing him laugh with people and his laugh was Really Loud. also his voice was kinda lowish but not gruff if that makes sense

his armor was pretty lightweight but he was a very good fighter so idk if that was to make him faster or what but i felt like it should be mentioned

he was really funny. i don’t remember what he was joking about but he was laughing and smiling constantly

i saw him riding a horse. idk where he was headed or why but he was going Somewhere and Fast

as for like that Mercel ContentTM (it wasn’t a long dream so there wasn’t much but)

i mentioned that portrait they were in together and like the backdrop of the forest at midday but did i mention it was in a field with some Beautiful Ass Flowers. did i mention they had Flowers in their Hair. did i mention ONE OF THEIR FRIENDS THREW MARCEL’S BOW AT THEM TO MESS UP THE POSE IN THE PORTRAIT (it didn’t. if bounced off marcel and hit the ground).

did i mention those things??

(no i didn’t bc i thought no one was gonna care about my merle dream or some dude they literally know nothing about)

merle and marcel went to a tavern. idr what they talked about but they were happy conversations. also there was drinking contest i saw the beginning of. i didn’t see who won bc the dream skipped around.

VERY TOUCHY. marcel literally was always touching him or very close to him. no such thing as personal space between them i guess

this is probably way more than you asked for but i like to be thorough. anyway if you still like it send me hcs or something i love them now

#marcelo #mercel #srry this took so long i had a headache and started finally getting tired #also like. sry if thisis too much detail my brain doesn't know what to filter out and what to keep #anon #mo answers