#all her other costumes fit her relatively well

[gavalaa]

Sketches of all my redone designs for my Phantom Thieves from my AU, Icarus! Lots of info down below on the cut, so if you want to know more about the details and inspiration, feel free to keep reading!

This includes Akechi’s design for his Princely/Robin Hood attire, BEFORE his Icarus attire you might have seen from my other posts! Check out the Icarus AU tag for more info! Icarus has a main focus on Akechi and his relationship to the thieves, but the AU is actually an entire rewrite with new designs, 3rd semester and epilogue/strikers/tactica stories, hence Zenkichi and Sophia’s inclusion.

Read below for individual info:

I decided to include more motifs towards their persona’s and general vibes; and also just my own personal touches haha.

AKIRA - Not much has changed, I really like his design overall. I raised his boots to be like Arsene’s and changed his neck area.

MORGANA - I hate the OG pill shaped head, his new design is based heavily on the shape of Palico’s from Monster Hunter. Added a little more nod to Zorro/His persona motifs and also just made him cuter! Little hamburger headed cat.

RYUJI - I made him a little bulkier and gave some more weight to his outfit overall. I gave him heavier boots and a slightly buffer build to relate back more to his sporty style.

ANN - honestly was never too big on her latex outfit, I wanted to call back to a personal favorite female lead; Christine Daae, and used one of the versions of her Don Juan costume as inspiration. I remember seeing Phantom live and in many stage versions of her character, the Don Juan scene was a pure moment of female control, and she was truly working the Phantom and controlling every movement on the stage. Her presence is commanding, and I thought it was a very fitting tribute to Ann’s character as feminine strength. (I’m absolutely not referring to the movie iteration of Daae btw.)

YUSUKE - I referred to some historical art and legend of Goemon to add more elements of design to his outfit. When I color them, I want to add some really strong pops of color to his clothing to really drive the aesthetics and artistry home.

MAKOTO - Another totally redid outfit, I opted to give her a design which relates back to Popess Joan, and also Anat. I gave her a clawed hand on her right side and an uncovered hand on her left as both a nod to Anat’s hand raised in iconography of her from art history, but also to show the duality of Anat’s title as both a goddess of war, and of love. It also relates to the mythology of Joan and her nature as both a leader and a martyr. I changed her mask to a Venetian Commedia mask as well.

FUTABA - ok. I’ll be honest. I never liked her skin-tight outfit, it just doesn’t match her personality at all. Also, the high tech Egyptian feel never really sold me. I totally understand the tomb thing, but I truthfully think a dungeon/palace which was more like… tech/nerd themed would have been much more “futaba” the inspiration for this new outfit relates back to her persona, the Necromomicon, as well as her nerdy personality, and her affiliation as Alibaba (Ali Baba.) I wanted to go more lovecraftian, long sleeves and patterning designed to look more like lovecraftian tendrils, and big baggy pants and her classic shoes to match. The patterning on her undershirt will resemble a rib cage, both as a reference to her deathly “tomb” iconography, but also to Lovecraftian and Necronomicon lore. I think she matches the description of a nerdy, techie DND dungeon master more than the initial outfit, so that’s the route I took personally.

HARU - relating back to some fashions from 17th c France, where Milady’s story (the three musketeers) takes place, I kept her design relatively similar. I just gave her a little more iconography relating to the three musketeers and that general timeframe.

AKECHI - in his pre-Icarus outfit, I’ve given him a princely sort of outfit befitting of his two faced nature, and edited it to relate to Robin Hood a little more. I tried to keep it sleek and just generally very concealing and layered.

SUMIRE - i gave her some iconography relating back to one of her personas, who is an inference to Freya. I also included some more nods to classic Cinderella, with fantasy gown elements. Overall, relatively similar.

ZENKICHI - again, relatively similar, I really like his outfit. I just opened up the face some to show more personality and spiced up the outfit generally to keep it matching. honestly, les mis/Valjean was a hard one, but I also think his character could be heavily related back to Edmond Dante (Monte Cristo.) so I gave some nods to that as well.

SOPHIA - I turned her into a FINGIE!!!! I made her whole dress as a nod to her persona/to pandora’s tiles around her/the pillars. I wanted to make her small and almost unnatural since she’s an AI, and I thought having a little guy on the team would add some more variation.

#persona 5 icarus au #persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 au #persona 5 royal #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #p5 Mona #p5 morgana #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #yusuke kitagawa #makoto nijima #futaba sakura #haru okumura #akechi goro #goro akechi #zenkichi hasegawa #p5 Sophia #sumire yoshizawa #persona 5 strikers #persona #akechi #shin megami tensei #art #digital art #akeshu #shuake #gavaladraws

[theminecraftbee]

The room is a dim basement room. It has no windows. There’s a liquor cabinet, though, and a bookshelf full of notebooks, and a table and chairs, and a candle lighting the place. The candle doesn’t let off much smoke, but it’s steadily alight, indicating that the room’s oxygen content is still acceptable. A small, blinking device next to it confirms that any other electronic device in the area is well and truly dead. There’s tape sealing the door, so that no one can see the flicker of the candle inside.

There’s a bottle of brandy on the table. The glasses suggest neither party is bothering to savor it. It’s not a brand worth savoring, anyway; for all Scott could easily afford the expensive stuff, that’s not what he feels like he should drink while he’s down here.

He’s slumped forward on the table, hair askew. The hoodie he’s wearing doesn’t fit, because it isn’t his; neither are the sweatpants. He knows for a fact his contact is laughing at him for that. Whatever. She’s one of the only people who gets to know he has enough of a personal life to steal sweats from someone else anyway. May as well take advantage of that while he can. It’s not all impeccably-designed bulletproof suits out here.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” Pearl says from across the table.

“Fuck off,” Scott says.

“...are you already drunk?”

Scott huffs. “So what if I am, huh? It’s not like I need to be alert while you’re out here in full costume.”

Pearl peels herself off the wall. She’s a relatively muscular woman wearing red and black. Her face is masked with a simple red circle. A lunar eclipse. Scott still has no idea how she sees through that thing. He’d made fun of her, back when she chose the getup for her criminal activities. Told her she looked like an evil dinnerplate or something. She’d told him in turn that he looked like a pretentious dork in his chosen costume. Judging by the whispers through the Hero Association about the two of them, though—

God. Through his Hero Association, or just about his. 

“Promoted to Vice Commander, huh?”

“I’ve sold my soul,” Scott says, and he takes another deep swig of his brandy. 

“You already did,” Pearl says.

“God, I hate you,” Scott says.

“It’s a good thing the feeling’s mutual,” Pearl says.

“I wish we’d never fucking met,” Scott says.

“I killed someone yesterday,” Pearl says.

Scott’s quiet.

“You can’t go telling me that,” Scott says. “That’s another thing to hide. You can’t just—Pearl.”

“I know,” Pearl says. “I know. But for all everyone’s scared of me, I normally manage to avoid—”

“Hah. We were both there when—”

“I know,” Pearl says. 

Scott sighs. He pours Pearl a glass and pushes it across the table. Pearl takes off her mask. Her eyes are rimmed red, and her face is covered in splotches. She’s always been terrible at hiding she’s been crying. She’s been terrible at it since they were ten, and had both quite suddenly realized that if it had been hard to have their powers alone, it was even harder once there was evidence they weren’t both just going crazy.

He’s hated her since he was eleven, really. Took the year to realize he probably would have always seen what his powers gave him as useless nightmares, otherwise, but after that, well. The feeling’s mutual, at least. He wouldn’t have been able to stand it, if the feeling hadn’t been mutual.

(A girl who can see deaths, and a boy who can see alternate universes. They make quite the pair.)

“I probably kill more people,” mutters Scott, halfway between a consolation and a competition.

“Not with your own hands.”

“Yeah, does that make it better? I’ve sold my—you know this. You know this.”

“Yeah,” Pearl says. “Yeah, I know. Thought I should congratulate you on succeeding.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!”

They’re both quiet for a while. Pearl takes a drink from her own glass and grimaces. “You can afford better brandy than this,” she says.

“Fuck off,” Scott says. “I can buy the cheap stuff for this.”

“Your taste is stupid,” Pearl says primly. “Next time we come down here to plan, I bring the drinks.”

“Right. Planning. Because we’re doing so much of that today.”

Pearl sighs. “Does Jimmy know you’re here?”

“Jimmy doesn’t exist, as far as you’re concerned,” Scott snaps. “I buried the man’s documents myself.”

“Eclipse will make anyone exist for the right price,” Pearl tells Scott.

“Jimmy doesn’t, or you don’t,” Scott snaps, voice low.

“Oh, now you’re sounding like a Vice Commander.” Scott gives her a two-fingered salute. Pearl shrugs. “Just saying.”

Scott considers arguing harder. Instead, something in his stomach shifts, and he pours a full glass of brandy. It’s not how you’re supposed to drink the stuff. He might have a good tolerance by now, but he fully expects to wake up with the worst hangover he’s had in years tomorrow. He deserves it.

“You uh… got enough alcohol there?” Pearl says.

“Got unclassified access to the Black Ops files when I was sworn in,” Scott says.

“Jesus,” Pearl says.

“I sold my soul,” Scott says. “I’m in charge of that now.”

“Jesus,” Pearl says again.

“And I kept thinking about the plans we had to—I can’t just dismantle that, Pearl. I can’t just—what are we doing?” Scott realizes his shoulders are shaking. “What are we doing, Pearl? The best of all possible endings? Don’t make me laugh—I can’t see this universe once we’re in it. Who are we to decide, huh? Who are we to, to try to…”

Pearl watches him for a while.

“I could have told you it would be bad,” she said.

“Do you think I didn’t know that?” Scott snaps.

“I killed someone yesterday. It’s not uncommon,” Pearl says.

“Great, so we both deserve to be executed!” Scott says, throwing his hands up. “Some of them started in the scholarship program, Pearl, they were scouted at sixteen!”

“And we were eleven,” snaps Pearl, and Scott shuts his mouth and looks away.

“Yeah, well. That’s not the Association’s fault, is it.”

The air hangs heavy. It smells like booze and candlelight and misery. Distantly, Scott wonders if Pearl was maybe right, asking if Jimmy knew where he was. The only other person on the list of people allowed to know Scott has a personal life, and he’s going to be disappointed in Scott again. Great. Scott’s lucky that, legally, the man doesn’t exist; if someone who legally existed was mad at Scott, he might just finally have to do something about it.

“You’re right,” says Pearl, finally. ”What are we doing?”

She slumps forward in her chair. She knocks back her own drink, but doesn’t pour herself another. Scott isn’t surprised. It’s not safe for both of them to be drunk. If the newly-promoted Vice Commander of the Hero Association is caught drinking with an infamous information broker, it’ll be the end of their house of cards. Scott’s powers helpfully decide to show him what happens at this juncture in that universe. Scandal, collapse, corruption—the worst part is, he thinks, is that it can’t even be all that different from this universe, only that the guy on the inside trying to change anything won’t be in power to do so. Maybe it would even be better.

Pearl ‘slits her throat’ in the night, his powers inform him. It’s not a suicide.

Scott can be selfish about that much. So can Pearl. They can’t be caught.

“I already knew most of it,” Scott says, finally. “But I’m in charge now. I sign the orders, right next to the Commander. I sign the ones his name can’t be caught on, too. I’m in.”

“Who better to lead than a man who can see the future?” Pearl says.

“You know that’s not how it works,” Scott says.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taunted you,” Pearl says.

“Jesus. Don’t apologize. You’ll make me think you’re an imposter,” Scott says.

“Yeah, well, the plan goes forward,” Pearl responds.

“Sure. Yeah. The plan goes forward,” Scott agrees. “The plan goes forward.”

Pearl reaches her hands across the table. Scott looks at them and, after a moment, reaches his own across to grab them. They sit there, holding each other’s hands, for a while, and it’s almost like they’re ten, and every horrible future the two of them can see flash by as possibilities is the end of the world, instead of another messy quagmire of maybe-just-as-bad-as-this-one. It had seemed much clearer then, really. It had seemed much easier. Scott doesn’t know. Maybe they were just stupider as kids.

Then again, he’d hated Pearl by eleven. He couldn’t have been that stupid.

He squeezes her hand tighter.

“Do good by them?” Pearl says, and it’s quiet and pained.

“Yeah,” Scott says.

“Okay,” Pearl says. “Okay.”

Slowly, Scott lets go of Pearl’s hands. He grabs the brandy again. He pours another glass. “I’m gonna get blackout drunk now,” Scott says.

“Sure. Just for tonight. I reserve the right to be sad and drunk next time,” Pearl says.

“Great planning,” Scott says.

“Yeah, well, we’ve still got a few hours,” Pearl says.

“I hate you,” Scott says.

Pearl smiles, for some ungodly reason.

“Yeah, me too.”

They stay there until Scott’s too drunk to stand up straight, and then Pearl lifts him around her shoulders and gets him outside to a cab. In the clothes he stole from Jimmy, no one can recognize him anyway. He’d think the hair would be distinctive enough, but apparently not. He won’t be caught today.

He muddles forward into the one future he can’t quite see.

#a bee fic #scott smajor #pearlescentmoon #no smp tag on this one because it's entirely au and like technically a hc au but scott is here #alcohol #implied/referenced violence #...this is completely without context atm this is me. warming up on a particular au. this has NOTHING TO DO with the plot of that au #you can in fact probably ignore this ficlet for that au. which is. the only reason i'm posting it #anyway. i think we should do more in aus with the insane dynamic that was double life scott and pearl #and this isn't exactly like that but these charaters are a LITTLE inspired by that #see you in like. several months! #me writing whatever this is: aren't superhero aus fun guys

[rubydubydoo122]

Jason gets de-aged because I've seen fics of Tim or Dick being de-aged, and Bruce losing his memory, but no one has realized the potential for angst if you de-age Jason.

Something was different about Gotham. Sure the streets were relatively the same, but the buildings seemed different. Less run down. Newer. 

They passed a fire station that had an electrical board that showed any events, the weather, the time and… the date?

“Holy crow? It’s 2023? Does that mean I– does that mean I time traveled?” That would make him 21– nope, 20 because it was April. His birthday wasn’t for another 4 months. “This is so cool. Can I meet me?” Was he in college? Of course he was, there’s no way he would throw all that away. Did he get another growth spurt? He was probably cool. 

“I’m pretty sure you got de-aged, since you’re still wearing your suit. I think if it was time travel you would’ve showed up in your…” Stephanie glanced back at him like she had just realized something, but immediately shot her eyes back on the road “Robin costume.”

Wait. He wasn’t still Robin? A grown adult being Robin did seem kind of silly though. Dick had become Nightwing when he was 18. They kept calling Jason “Red Hood” . Was that what he called himself now? How in the world did he convince Bruce to let him use guns? Why did he use guns?

Steph lifted a finger to her com, “Um..quick question, who’s in the cave right now?” 

The question didn’t echo in Jason’s ear so he assumed that maybe she’d switched to a different frequency. Which was kinda rude, but also maybe polite because the reverberation is kinda annoying.

“Ok good, Oracle already filled you in. We’re coming up on the cave, Agent A, maybe you should put a sheet or something over the case.” a pause, “How am I supposed to know? I didn't know you people then.” she looked at Jason again, “He still has the white streak in his hair. If that helps?”

“I dyed… my hair?” He tried to get a glance of himself in the side mirrors and sure enough he had a streak of white near his forehead, “ Cool .”

They got to the cave, which had a lot more bat-themed vehicles than Jason remembered. No duh, it’s been like five years. 

They got out of the bike and walked further into the cave. Well, Stephanie walked, Jason waddled because his pants and boots were way too big. She turned around with her phone and took a picture with a shit eating grin. 

“What- hey! Delete that!” He reached to grab the phone but she moved it just out of reach. Screw her and her tallness.

“No can do, bitty bird. It’s not often I can get blackmail on the Big Bad Red Hood.”

She was basically a stranger and now she has a picture of him. Sure she was let into the batcave, and Bruce probably trusted her, but that doesn’t mean he was comfortable with her taking pictures of him. Jason’s eyes felt like they were burning in shame.

“Miss. Stephanie, don’t tease Master–” Alfred was cut off by a hug, 

“Alfie!” Jason couldn’t see Alfred pale in his arms. Because other than the white streak running through his hair, Jason looked almost exactly how he did before he… left. For Ethiopia. 

Alfred wrapped his arms tightly around him. Afraid that if he let go, Jason would run away and he would lose him for a second time. “...Jason.” 

Jason shifted in his arms, because hugs with Alfred were never this long, even when he was hugging Dick. Did Jason not see Alfred anymore? Nah, that could never happen. Even if Jason was angry at Bruce (which he couldn’t be for that long) he would still try to see Alfred at least once a week. But the hug felt good.

Alfred cleared his throat before letting go, “Dear god, you are practically swimming in those clothes. I’ll see if I can find something that might fit, Master Jason.”

And before Jason could thank him, Alfred was gone. 

He started walking deeper into the cave because if it really was 2023, there’d better be much cooler technology and if there wasn’t, Jason was gonna be really disappointed. 

But of course, since Jason was wearing clothes that were meant for someone who was Bruce’s size, he stepped on the leg of his pants and tripped on his boots while trying to catch himself.

“These boots are ten sizes too big.” Jason totally wasn’t whining as he kicked them off and started aggressively rolling up his pant legs, “You could probably put these pants on a giant and they’d still be a nuisance to keep up.”

There was a huff of a laugh that did not sound like Stephanie’s. “Well, you are usually kind of a giant, Jason. You probably scare more badguys than Batman.” There was a teen in pajamas offering a hand out to him, “I’m Duke.”

Jason accepted the hand, “Thanks. It’s nice to meet you, but I don’t think it’s possible to be scarier than Batman.” Who was this kid? He seemed about Jason’s age. Did he know Bruce was Batman? Was he the new Robin? 

Duke shifted from side to side, “Yeah, you’re right, I was just trying to start up a conversation.”

Alfred came back into the cave with a pile of clothes in his hands. “After you change, Master Jason, meet me in the medbay. I’m sure Master Bruce will want to run some tests.”

That meant he was about to be poked and prodded. And ever since Jason’s mom died–

No… It can’t end like this… Gotta get you out of here….I’ll save you mom…It’s locked! 

“Master Jason?” Alfred had placed a hand on Jason’s arm. 

“Thanks Alfred.” Jason took the clothes with shaky hands. That flash of– maybe a nightmare, left him feeling clammy. He could see Stephanie walking over to them and Duke was looking at him with a slight frown. They couldn’t see Jason like this, scared of what his own brain conjured up for no apparent reason. So he quickly headed towards the bathroom to take a shower, to wash away the sweat. Not the fear. 

He had… a lot of scars. Scars that he didn’t remember getting. The two most concerning being the one on his throat, and the Y shaped scar running down his torso. If Jason didn’t know any better, he would think it was a scar from an autopsy. But he was very much alive. 

Jason peeled his eyes away from the mirror and hopped into the shower. He felt like somehow, he was intruding his own privacy. And he was grateful for the turtleneck that was slightly too big because he wasn’t sure if the scars were something he wanted everyone seeing. Because the clothes he was wearing before seemed to cover them up.

Jason could hear the roar of the batmobile. Bruce . Yeah, maybe things have been kinda rough between the both of them recently, but Jason was confused, and scared, and all he wanted was his dad. 

Except by the time Jason had reached the Batmobile, it wasn’t Batman coming out of the driver's seat, it was–

“Dick?” Jason had to do a double take. His costume was a lot more muted. Less blue and more black. Also, since when did Bruce let Dick drive the batmobile? 

Two other people were coming out of the batmobile too, but before he could get a good look at them, he was engulfed in a hug. Which was weird. Really weird. Because Dick rarely hugged him. 

Dick pulled away, “I forgot how small you used to be.”

“I wasn’t going to point out how old you look, because I’m a nice person, but you look old. ” Even with the mask on, Jason could tell. Well, it was less physical, and more of a vibe. There was a different aura of maturity surrounding his older brother. He seemed to be less of a ball of rage and more… Well, calm. 

There was a mumble that came from near the batmobile.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

The kid, who was maybe the same age as Jason. He held himself in a way that screamed, I’m better than you . And he had the Robin ‘R’ on his chest. But the costume held little resemblance to the normal Robin suit. Almost all the colors and light had been stripped from the costume. It fit the vibe of Gotham, but it couldn’t be Robin. He also got a sword. A sword. “Are those my clothes?”

“I dunno. Alfred gave them to me.” Jason pulled the sleeves over his hands and crossed his arms. 

Emo Robin was looking at him funny. Jason could see the puzzle pieces clicking into place. Before the look was covered by a look of arrogance, “Tt” and he stalked off. 

Dick watched as Emo Robin went to the cave's bathroom, and then looked back to the third person. The girl who had come out of the passenger seat of the Batmobile. 

“Remembers. Recognizes.” She shrugged and locked eyes with Jason. 

She had a mask in her hands, and was wearing all black with the signature yellow bat. The way she was looking at Jason made him feel like she knew everything about him, but it didn’t feel wrong. If anything, it was kind of comforting. He offered her a little smile. 

“I am Cass. Your big sister.”

Jason felt his smile widen even more, “I’ve always wanted a sister.” 

She just ruffled his hair in response. 

Jason looked back to Dick, “um… where’s Bruce?” Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ask the dude who was almost constantly getting into screaming matches with Bruce where he was, but Dick was driving the Batmobile, which meant they have to have made up in the past 7 years. 

“He’s just tying things up with Commissioner Gordon. So he sent us ahead.” Dick gaze was searching his face. “Do you want me to ask him to wrap up sooner?”

As tempting as that was, Jason shook his head, “Nah, he’ll come home eventually.” 

Dick opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but then shut it, “I’m gonna go change. I’ll be back.” 

That… was probably the most awkward conversation he’s had with Dick. And that was saying something, because that conversation before Dick officially passed the mantle of Robin to Jason had been pretty tense. This was tense in a different way. 

“Master Jason?”

“Oh! Right! Sorry Alfie. I’m coming.”

#jason todd #batman #batfam #dc comics #robin jason todd #stephanie brown #duke thomas #dick grayson #damian wayne #de-aged fics #cassandra cain #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne

[quibbs126]

How about a Madeleine cookie and Dark choco fan kid?

Alright, here you go, this girl is Choco Madeleine Cookie

So for her name, I just looked up “are there chocolate flavored madeleines” and yeah, they’re just called chocolate madeleines. It’s pretty simple.

That’s the thing with Dark Choco, he’s the main representative of chocolate, meaning that when making a fankid with him, you can just go “just add chocolate” with a lot of these. I feel like it’s too easy. I mean I probably shouldn’t complain, I’m not spending ages looking for potential names, but still

I was considering changing it to a different food, but then I remembered that the Madeleine family tends to have Madeleine in their names, with Grand Madeleine Cookie and Madeleine Cookie, so it works

Chocolate madeleines:

I’ll be honest, I’m really proud of her design. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull off Madeleine’s relatively more complex costume and combine it with Dark Choco, but I think I did good. Her design is mainly based of Grand Madeleine and Dark Choco’s new costume, with some of the armor inspiration coming from Madeleine

I knew before making her that I wanted to make her hair dark brown. I chose to make her madeleines chocolate flavored since that’s what she is, but I have the normal flavored madeleines so that it all doesn’t blend together. I made her eyes and gems red because I thought it fit better with her browns than the blue

Also I saw a bunch of chocolate madeleines have powdered sugar on them, and I wanted to incorporate that. I was gonna put it on the madeleines, but it looked too crowded. Then I decided to put it on the cape, and I think it looks good. Also a little call back to her grandfather

I was also considering giving her long hair, given everyone else in her family, but I thought she looked good with short hair

So on to Choco Madeleine herself, so she’s a warrior, just like her parents. She’s from the Crème Republic (since Dark Choco’s whole status is uncertain at best. Though that’s not to say she doesn’t visit her grandfather’s kingdom), and is heir of House Madeleine. She’s a good fighter and is seen as a vigilant warrior. In reality though, she’s an absolute ball of anxiety, and has a difficult time interacting in social situations. Internally she’s a nervous wreck, but somehow her words filter out to make her seem like a functional, if not constantly serious, person

I also drew her as a small. It was a quick sketch, so I’ll probably refine it if I draw her later, which I do want to

I feel bad that I have so much to say about her (as well as Mallomar), when I have little to say about Biscotti. Like I swear, I don’t want to seem biased because Dark Choco is a hyperfixation character of mine, and make it seem like the only ones I care about are those with him in it, and that I’m putting less effort into the other ones, it’s just that I end up making up more stuff with them. Granted, it’s probably a mixture of “it’s easy to come up with foods for them because you just need to add chocolate/I already have ideas for them before drawing” and “I already know the character and what they’re all about so I know where to go when it comes to making their fankid”, but still. I don’t want to seem unfair with it, but that’s just how it seems to pan out

Though perhaps another reason is the fact that in both scenarios, Choco Madeleine and Mallomar were the second ones I drew that day, so maybe it’s that my creative juices were already flowing and I could make stuff easier

But yeah, tangent aside, here she is, I hope you like her

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #dark choco cookie #madeleine cookie #cookie run oc #fankid #fanchild #my ocs #my art #requests #answers #oh yeah also in the picture where she’s anxious she’s supposed to be pulling her hair #I’m thinking that when she’s nervous she has a tendency to pull on her hair #specifically the two in the front #also the Madeleine side of the family would absolutely spoil her #Edit: oh right the ship #darkeleine #choco madeleine cookie

[mimiatmidnight]

So, twelve hours post, here is my first round of thoughts:

I will never recover from all the baby clips. NEVER. RECOVER.

Doria is the classiest, most dignified person in history. That poor woman deserves a medal for what she endured so strongly.

The producers did such a fantastic job of weaving the love-storytelling in with the historical discussions and the present-day narrative. And MAN what a love story. I really thought I had a good sense of them before, but I feel so different now. I see them and their love in a new light. Which, hey, isn't that the exact point of this whole thing? So, mission accomplished. I am completely warmed and enchanted.

I especially feel I understand so much more about who they were before each other. I love how dedicated the producers were to establishing Meghan's pre-Harry personhood and just how much she lost to be with him. And I was so unspeakably moved by Harry's recounting of his relationship to the people of Lesotho and Botswana. How they took him in when he had no place he felt at home. How it fundamentally shifted his development into the man he would be become. Genuinely one of the most beautiful stories in the whole production.

Meghan is better than me because if I had to meet my future in-laws and there in my kitchen was Kate Middleton looking at me the way Kate Middleton looks at people, I would be on the next plane back to America. EXPEDITIOUSLY.

Also um can we take a sec to laugh at how Cambridge stans (esp those in the rota) are taking personal offense to Harry's cheeky but astute observation about his male relatives marrying for convenience rather than love? SO funny. I think he was very obviously talking about his parents, but hey if you wanna be like "This is so clearly about William and Kate" like . . . Ok mama, if the tiara fucking fits!!!!

Meghan is better at communicating the warm, gooey, happy parts of the story, and Harry is FAR better at communicating the serious, difficult, upsetting parts of the story -- the "shocking revelations," if you will. Meg is seemingly still struggling with this incredibly frustrating naivete surrounding their situation, and it does not come across the screen well to me. But that is a discussion for others to have, so that's all I'll say on that.

The Black historians and political commentators they brought on were absolutely critical to nailing that side of the story. Afua Hirsch was my very favorite.

I've already gotten at least one anon asking about my perspective on the addressing of Harry's SS costume. I appreciate the interest, but no. I am the granddaughter of a Holocaust survivor. My family and I have been discussing how to internalize and process Harry specifically, as well as people like him, for years now. And it's not something I'm willing to do over the internet with strangers. Sorry, but I hope you can understand.

Mandana's scene was so funny. She was like "Royal expert? You literally just made that up right now 🤨" LMAO

Ashleigh's appearance knocked me BACK omg. I'm so touched to see how they connected all those years ago, and I hope they have found a way to reconnect, away from all that sabotage.

As I posted just before, the way they are juuuuust planting the seeds for the Jason storyline to come . . . literal fucking chills.

I love that they know which photos of them are iconic. When the umbrella shot showed up I was like "Yeah they know that was history right there" 😌

Oh and showing them Meghan's old This or That interview, the producers are SO real for that kjgfhfdgfjgh

Please believe me when I tell you that I am not usually one to be all "Ohhhhh Diana ohhhhh she's looking down on them ohhhh this or that." Lol. But the clip of Archie reaching his little hand to her photo on the wall, and not to her face, which babies are neurologically wired to focus on, but to her hands. Yeah a bitch might just have teared up or whatever ����

I thought the whole thing was really well produced. So far, it's not the nuclear war all those panicking lil media experts were predicting. But my sense is that Volume I was very much an introduction to lay the groundwork for whatever we're about to go through in Volume II. And I cannot wait. For the time being, I am so over the moon to be granted this truly moving glimpse into what a beautiful life Harry and Meghan have built for themselves.

#meghan markle #prince harry

[earth90214]

explaining my mutant!felicia hc 🫶🫶

Felicia is a feral mutant, meaning she has atavistic mutations or animalistic traits (think Beast, Angel, Sabretooth, etc). These traits include:

Cat’s eyes - This is why she wears her signature blue contacts: not just to see in the electromagnetic spectrum, but also to hide her mutation and make her less easy to identify. She uses different ones in and out of costume for fashion purposes, but her true eye color is green in the same way a cat’s eyes are green, not a human’s. Because of this, her pupils reflect off of cctv cameras sometimes which can also make her hard to identify. Our first look at Felicia in the 1963 ASM run shows her with glowing eyes, which have only ever been adapted in the Spider-Man animation (and you all know how i feel about that 😒).

Pointed ears - The reason she keeps her hair down while fighting is to cover her ears, despite the fact this is pretty inconvenient. The upper cartilage is a lot thinner and more flexible than human ears, which means she’s cursed to only wear lobe piercings (something she’s definitely a little bitter about).

Fangs - this one is definitely self explanatory, but cats also only get 30 adult teeth, meaning that rather than a full set of fangs throughout her entire mouth, the only sharp teeth she has are her canines. Other than that, her teeth are the same as a human’s. Felicia is also extremely lactose intolerant, just like real cats. Luckily, this is the only food allergy she has due to her mutation.

Claws (obviously) - Because cat’s claws are attached to the knuckle, Felicia’s claws work in the same way. This means she can’t extender her claws out fully while her hand is in a relaxed position, instead she must flex a ligament in between her distal and medial finger bones. This becomes inconvenient after long periods of time, which is why she prefers to use traditional fighting techniques in combat and only use her claws when necessary. She also sheds the outer layers of her claws as they grow, which makes manicures easy as it eliminates the need for nail polish remover!

No rigid collar bone - Felicia’s collar bone, like most cat’s, is disconnected from other bones and instead connected by muscles. This grants her increased flexibility and allows her to squeeze into tight spaces. Perfect for a career criminal!

A tail - honestly this one varies for me, so sometimes I like it sometimes I don’t 🤥‼️ Cat’s use their tails as counterbalances for walking on narrow spaces and when running and jumping, as well as expressing emotions and communicating with other cats. I alwaya hc Felicia as having very expressive facial movements and body expressions so this one just feels like it fits her well.

White hair - this ones kind of just playing with what’s already there. We see Fel with her signature white hair in her flashbacks as a child in TETMD, so I think it makes sense that this is a trait that’s naturally occurring and a result of her mutation.

I also hc Felicia’s mutation as being a pretty big divide between her and Peter because while Felicia’s bad luck can be targeted, it also is affected by her emotions and her control of them. This could potentially put people who are in a high-stress situation with her in a lot of danger. Felicia feels she can control her powers just fine, but Peter feels she has a responsibility to find some way to keep them in check to avoid other people from getting caught in the crossfire.

Felicia being a mutant is also a big part of her friendship with Logan, as both of them are feral mutants who view themselves as bad but think they’re past redemption. As mutants aren’t exactly accepted in the marvel universe , Felicia keeps her mutation relatively hidden. She’s perfectly fine with people speculating what she is, and keeps her crew small to avoid people finding out. This can be isolating however, and she confides in Logan often as her only real mutant friend.

(I’m a big Logan & Fel bff truther!!! I’m sorry I can’t help it they should be besties!!!!)

Felicia’s father, Walter (the first Black Cat) was a mutant without physical traits but had a much more subdued form of tychokinesis, which is where he got his name. As she inherited the X-gene from him, Felicia feels her mutation is the greatest gift her father ever gave her and is a lasting connection between the two of them following his death.

#long post #mutant!felicia #felicia hardy #black cat #hc #marvel #comics

[bluegekk0]

I’m sorry to bring this up if it makes you feel unoriginal but I love how many troupe headcanons we share

-Divine is the costume designer

-Brumm has feelings for the master

-Grimm cannot cook to save his life (Brumm, a seasoned chef, has actually banned him from the kitchen on account of him burning one too many recipes) and only knows how to make tea

It’s just nice to know I’m not the only one with these thought processes lol

Though it does make me curious. What species of bugs do you headcanon Brumm and Divine to be, and where would they be from if this was our Earth? Also, do Divine and Leg Eater still get together in this AU, and if so, does Leg Eater still… meet his rather unfortunate end?

Oh no don't worry, it actually feels really nice that people have similar headcanons! I know Brumm having feelings for Grimm is pretty common but the other two are such a fun coincidence! I love that.

Something about Divine to me just screams "she loves fashion" (maybe it's the fancy mask?). And rewatching The Hunger Games, Effie's character gave me even more inspiration for my interpretation of her. So I headcanon her as quite eccentric and flamboyant, very much a perfectionist with an eye for beauty. She wouldn't be as shallow or manner focused as Effie, though, I do imagine she has a bit of a snark to her. But that bright, energetic personality, and her impressive talent for costume design, definitely made her very popular in the Troupe. She's very involved in the costume making process from start to finish, she wants to make sure each Grimmkin gets a costume that fits them perfectly, and she'll contribute during the sewing process, instructing her crew and assisting them in any trouble.

Brumm's feelings for Grimm were initially just a small nod to the relatively popular ship of these two, but it evolved over time into something that explores both of their personalities to a slightly larger extent. It emphasizes Brumm's loyalty and commitment, but also implies that deep down he wants something more. He lost his family before Grimm invited him to the Troupe, and one of those dead loved ones could have been his partner. Perhaps there were similarities between that partner and Grimm which eventually made Brumm have feelings for him. But then you might wonder: how much of it is genuine, and is it possible that he's just projecting his loss onto Grimm? I doubt he knows the answer himself, but at least Grimm was clear that he wasn't interested and spared Brumm the trouble of figuring it out. So he got the confession out of his system, and was able to sort his feelings out and move on. Well, at least mostly. I think he does still feel attraction towards Grimm, Brumm's subtle glances at Grimm's body whenever he lifts his cloak tell you that much, but that's nothing new for Grimm. He made his body desirable on purpose, so he's used to it, and in his eyes those stares don't mean anything. But at the very least Brumm realized that he needed to move on from his feelings towards Grimm, so those glances aren't as emotionally driven as they were in the past. Just a quick look to admire, that's all. Or so he says.

I made a post about Grimm being terrible at cooking already, so I won't repeat myself. But that is when our headcanons differ a little bit. While Brumm is definitely better at cooking, I wouldn't call him a seasoned chef. The Troupe has its own dedicated cooks so he doesn't visit the kitchen that often.

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As for the second half of the ask. I mentioned before that I don't see the "bugs" in the AU as actual bugs (insects). To me they're just fictional species, though some of them do resemble real life animals (bugs or otherwise). So neither Brumm or Divine are an existing real life species of bug, though Divine does take heavy inspiration from termite queens (though she isn't actually meant to be a termite queen in my eyes, shes still a fictional creature). Brumm? He's definitely more mammalian in my eyes, maybe a bit bear like? Or perhaps he'd resemble something like a badger a little bit.

I'm not sure how to answer the Earth question, especially since, again, they are a fictional creature species to me. But maybe I could mention what kind of regions they're originally from.

Divine would be from a warmer region, maybe something resembling the mediterranean climate. Warm and dry summers, and cool and rainy winters. She's definitely from far away relative to Hallownest, Grimm would travel the whole world back then so that is why the two first met. She doesn't handle the Hallownest cold very well, you'll very rarely see her outside during the colder months, and she wears a lot of outfits with furs.

Brumm is from a colder region, something like taiga. His home land definitely had a lot of forests and long, cold winters, which made him adapt very quickly to the climate in Hallownest. He's covered in fur similarly to Grimm, though his isn't as much for show as it is to protect him from harsh temperatures. Consequently, his home isn't that far from Hallownest.

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And lastly, no, I decided that Divine and Leg Eater don't meet. There is a lot about my Divine that I changed from canon for personal preference reasons. The charm making process in particular is... A bit too much for me personally hahaha. And I headcanon my Divine as gay, so she wouldn't be interested. Lucky for Leg Eater haha.

#ask stuff #feral pk au #au worldbuilding #save #divine #brumm #grimm

[hargrove-mayfields]

It’s Harringrove Week! Billy’s Birthday Bonanza Edition! @harringroveweek

prompt: Time Rewind (note: this fic is basically a prequel to my other two pieces for Harringrove week! I II)

warnings: lots of discussion of pregnancy in this one, specifically a trans man carrying, so if that makes you uncomfy don’t read

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In Steve’s lap, there’s a eight month old, and a scrapbook.

Baby Carol is going through her second sleep regression, the poor teary-eyed babe fighting against the tiredness in her body that she can’t beat. Right now she’s chewing on the plush blanket that covers her and Steve as they sit; He allows it only because it came straight out of the dryer to be extra warm on this chilly spring evening, and because he’s taken it out of her mouth about a dozen times already.

He’s been trying to keep her distracted by showing her pictures from his old memory albums, though a lot of the memories are painful to relive, he’s still glad to have them, and to be here now, with his two little girls and another baby on the way.

The walk through his past, a tactic he’s used multiple nights in a row, does good enough distracting her, except for the times when it doesn’t since this little lady is just so unpredictable, but because she’s in an okay mood currently and neither of them are any closer to sleeping, he'll open up another one.

The last two albums have been of his childhood, photos taken by relatives, the school, those kinds of things. This one though, this one is him in his teenaged glory days.

Steve takes baby Carol’s chubby little hand, and guides it to a particular photo, letting her crinkle the protective paper over top. It’s from the house party where his world changed, for what seemed like the worse, and then the better.

In his silly Tom Cruise costume, with his arm around Billy Hargrove in a worse terminator get-up, and a glint in his eye that actually wasn’t from the tears, but from the laughter Billy had gifted him that night.

“This right here, this was the night we met. A long, long time ago.”

The baby prods at the edges of the photo, squeaking out a tiny little giggle. Steve kisses the top of her head, where her striking red hair is starting to grow just a little, “Yeah, he looks funny in his costume, doesn’t he?”

Her response is to put her lips together and blow a spit bubble. Steve isn’t sure what that means, but he nods like he does. He’s learned from parent groups, the kids’ pediatrician, and one extremely helpful nanny Joyce that it’s best to talk to little ones like he can understand every word they try to say.

The next page of the book progresses his life’s storyline, and since Carol is grasping at the heart stickers standing up off of that one, Steve moves on with her.

The first picture is a well-worn Polaroid, that used to be kept in the sun visor of his car.

“It was only a week after that that we went on our first date.” He slips it out of the protective sheet and lets her see, only taking it back when his precious memories almost become a chew toy. Instead of making a big deal of it, he points to the next picture to distract her before the cranky baby can get upset about her current fascination being taken away. “Here. He took me to the diner at 3am for waffles! Who eats breakfast at 3am?”

Another bubbly giggle. Steve kisses her soft little face. She’s so smart already, better at understanding than even he feels he is sometimes. He can tell why this helps her baby brain grow, because she looks at him with all the love and adoration in those precious, light colored eyes as can fit in the whole wide world.

Just like Steve’s heart. And his heart for his past too.

He sighs a little bit, “They had the best food there. We moved away though because I wanted to see his hometown. The beaches and the boardwalks. See how it’s so sunny?”

For that part, he has to skip ahead a few pages, past first kisses and first holidays.

First days in the hospital.

It’s supposed to be good to talk to his little girl, but now Steve doesn’t think he can relive certain moments without crying. That can wait until she’s finally put down for her much needed sleep.

Instead, he just moves on. To some photos from his first trip back to Indiana, to reunite with his friends and family back there. Gas is too expensive to make it too much of a commonality to head home, but he tries when he can. Since Carol was born he hasn’t made a trip down, though he really should. Dustin at least deserves to meet his new niece.

From that trip, he finds one of his favorite photos he has.

Nobody knew it yet, but Carol's older sister was on the way when it was taken.

“But see? Even though we’re smiling, the backgrounds in Hawkins are all dark and dreary. And it rained all over us that day!”

A couple of pages later, on top of the picture of him with a cold from getting wet, there’d be pages upon pages of snapshots from the moment the pregnancy was announced, to the baby shower, to the day little Chrissy was born.

Steve catches an accidental quiver in his voice when he reflects on the photo on this page though. Stuck in the past.

The one of him kissing Billy Hargrove during a Hawkins thunderstorm.

“He always hated the rain. Did you see his silly hair? I always teased that he looked like a little poodle dog when it got frizzy like that.”

A tear runs down his cheek. Baby Carol is none the wiser of what that means, as she looks up at him, probably to see why he got quiet, when his voice was supposed to be putting her to sleep.

“He was the most gorgeous boy I’d ever seen.”

The photobook isn’t over, but he can’t take anymore. Blame first trimester emotions or something else, he shuts it, and a tear drops on the hard cover.

“Sometimes I miss those days.”

Steve composes himself, enough to wipe his tears away on his shirt sleeve, and readjust so he can set the book down on the floor and hold his baby closer to his chest. His heart is warmed when she snuggles right up to him and almost closes her eyes, finally trying again to get some sleep.

He whispers to her, “But I’m happier now that you’re here, baby girl.”

Then the nursery door opens up, softly so it doesn’t disturb the baby as she nods off slowly, and Steve instantly feels the rain clouds part.

It’s Billy, returning from getting their older daughter back to sleep after the high wailing from Carol woke her up. He asks softly, barely audible to accommodate the need for silence, “You two sweeties gossiping ‘bout me in here?”

Steve looks up at his fiancé, a loving smile adorned on his face, “A little bit.”

Kneeling in front of the chair, Billy kisses his little girl's head, finally getting her to close her eyes fully, and eventually sleep. Watching her, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the pink flush of her pale face, Billy’s eyes shine and glimmer like he's meeting her for the first time all over again.

He jokes quietly, maybe to cover for the fact that they’ve both been tearing up, Steve about the photo book and Billy just from seeing his baby girl, “I bet she said she loved me, and that I’m super awesome.”

“I think she actually said- I’m the super best, but she does love both of us.” Steve corrects playfully, after being with Billy for years now, getting good at his teasing games.

It earns a little chuckle out of Billy, that makes baby Carol roll towards him, just a little bit, though her journey into sleep is undisturbed. That softens Billy up right to his core, and has him letting Steve win before their jokes even really started, too busy watching this little human they created in fascination, “Hm. I guess that works.”

Eventually, the chair starts being uncomfortable on Steve’s back, and Billy doesn’t feel great either on the floor anymore, so they carry Carol to her actual bassinet where she’s supposed to sleep, their breaths caught together as they see if being disconnected from her papa will wake her. But she doesn’t stir one bit, so they turn the baby monitor on and leave to their own room, where their older daughter is sleeping until they can finish turning the empty office space down the hall into an appropriate bedroom for their Chrissy, and for Carol too when they nursery has another little resident in six more months.

They crawl into bed, each on their own side because being in his third month of pregnancy with their third child means Steve is basically guaranteed to get up at least once in the night to get sick, or use the toilet, or something random his body decides it needs. Still, Billy reaches over and tucks some of Steve’s messy, needs-trimmed hair behind his ear.

It reminds Steve of something he wanted to say earlier, when they expressed their adoration for their baby but not one another. He declares in a voice that is both passionate and gentle, “Love you too by the way.”

Billy is sleepy, or more like exhausted after a long night trying to get the babies down for bed. That means he doesn’t respond with his words, knowing they’d probably come out in some unintelligible slurring, but rather, just scoots a tiny bit closer so he can extend his next and kiss Steve softly, to wordlessly reiterate his feelings too.

Steve knows that even if it meant getting to go back in time and relive those happy memories he’d reflected on, he would never ever trade this contentment away. Not for any price.

#harringroveweek #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #transmasc steve harrington #tw pregnancy #my writing #ej writer

[bethanythebogwitch]

OC Moth Digimon

Another original Digimon line designed and drawn (poorly) by me. This one is themed around moths and the night. All members of the line are Vaccine attribute. Previous line here.

The Child/Rookie stage is Larvamon. It is a caterpillar Digimon said to be a relative of Wormmon. Larvamon is rarely seen due to being active only at night. It has a calm demeanor and thinks very highly of itself, thoguh it is never cruel to others. It dispenses wisdom to other Digimon, but is not nearly as wise as it likes to think. The coat of fur on its body is as soft as a cloud and touching it can be addictive. Its special moves are Fluff Puff, where it throws a ball of fur at its enemies to tangle them up, and Spiky Slam, where it hardens its fur into needles and rams its foe.

Larvamon is supposed to be a really cute fluffy caterpillar but I just couldn't make the drawing not come out looking uncanny. I'm very new at drawing.

The Adult/Champion level form is Instarmon. When evolving, Larvamon encased itself in a star-shaped chrysalis made of pure crystal, leaving only its eyes exposed. It is immobile inside the crystal, which absorbs starlight and stores the energy for use in evolution. While its body cannot move, Instarmon's mind is highly active. It studies the stars and is said to learn great secrets from them. It has developed telekinetic powers that let it move around its crystal and use smaller crystals as weapons. Its moves are Crystal Bullet, where it telekinetically hurls a crystal at its foe, and Starlight Laser, where it refracts light through its crystal into a powerful beam.

Instarmon represents the cocoon or chrysalis stage of a moth's development. Its name has a double meaning. An Instar is a stage of larval development in arthropods (including insects) between molts. But given the shape of the crystal it lives in, Instarmon is in a star.

The Perfect/Ultimate level is Actiamon. Now free from its chrysalis, Actiamon has become a powerful witch who uses magics from the alternate Digital World of Witchelny. By studying the positions of the stars, it can foresee the fates of other Digimon, but its own fate is obscured to it. Actiamon's power waxes and wanes with the phases of the moon, being strongest at the full moon and weakest at the new moon. Its moves are Lunar Incantation, where it shoots a blast of freezing moonlight from its wand, and Night's Hex, where it reads curses from its tome that cause misfortune to befall those who hear it.

Actiamon is supposed to be a cute moth girl in a witch costume but I can't draw humanoids. At all. Her name comes from the moth genus Actias, which contains the luna moths. Her wings are shaped like a luna moth's wings and the greenish color comes from many real species of luna moth. On the wings are a full and crescent moon and she carries a wand and book of spells.

Finally is the Ultimate/Mega level: Nyxmon. Nyxmon is known scross the Digital World as the Goddess of the Night, for it only appears after the sun has set and offers guidance and protection to those lost in the darkness. However, the night also brings danger and Nyxmon can call down powerful magics on those who anger it. Nyxmon's wings display a beautiful and ever-changing display of deep space with stars, comets, and nebulae crossing them. The staff it carries is made of crystallized moonlight. Nyxmon can use the staff to rearrange the stars and therefore alter the destinies of other Digimon. Its moves are Starfall Shower, where it calls down the light of the stars to incinerate its target, and Night Queen's Command, where it alters the stars to change a target's destiny for good or ill.

Nyxmon came out very well, I think. Her name comes from Nyx, the primordial Greek goddess of the night. This evolution line is one of a trio I've been working on, each member of which fits one of a series of catergories. They are a Vaccine, Virus, and Data trio, represent day, night, and twilight, and fit the RPG archetypes of the fighter, mage, and rogue. Nyxmon is the Vaccine, the mage, and represents night. Each line's final member is based on a god from a different mythology. Hopefully I can draw the rest soon.

Let me know what you thought of my Digimon and if you'd like to see more.

#digimon #digimon oc #digifake #digimon art #digimon fanart #moth #luna moth #nyx #witch #night #star theme #art #new artist #artists on tumblr #digital art

[spaceorphan18]

Glee Musical Retrospective : Hello, Goodbye (Hell-O)

Sung by: Finn Hudson and Rachel Berry feat. New Directions Original Artist(s): The Beatles

I'll bet you a million dollars this is the first song they came up with for the episode. In fact - this may have been the inspiration for the episode. It fits a little too perfectly with the story lines and as an ending number for the episode.

Story Analysis

The thing that I think is hilarious is the fact that this song works on a few different layers and yet is kind of anvil-ish as Glee always is. There's no deeper/subtler meaning because Glee is going to make sure you don't miss anything that they're getting at.

Well... on a meta level - it's the end of the first episode back from a long hiatus, and ultimately, the beginning of the rest of the show. So, we're saying hello to the show and the characters and goodbye because it's the end. Clever, Glee, clever.

As an aside, there's kind of an unusual side effect going on here, too. The show is not the same after this episode. While the Madonna episode will really push the show to where it ultimately goes, we are saying hello to something relatively new and goodbye to simpler, more built on satire, adult focused show and hello to the crazy teen drama the show is going to ramp up to be.

Meanwhile, with the characters -- it's pretty clear that the song is a nice cap on the Finchel/Wemma story lines.

You say yes I say no (You say stop) (I say go, go, go!)

The whole song is the push and pull of where these two couples stand with each other. The episode itself is a whirlwind of ups and downs -- each side wanting then breaking each other's hearts and then pining for each other... it's a bit crazy in that classic Glee style.

You say goodbye and I say hello Hello, hello! I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello

Not to fully recap the episode or anything but... this song is kind of doing that.

Finn was the one to say goodbye first, only to want to say hello again, just as Rachel was saying goodbye again, too -- only deep down she knows she wants the hello.

Meanwhile, Will and Emma are both adult enough that they know even though they want the hello -- for now, they have to say goodbye.

Oh the angst...

Technical Thoughts

So... we're back to black and white costuming! Why? Because the whole message of this song is rather black and white. Both Finchel and Wemma are saying hello and goodbye to each other and ooff tv drama conflict.

I don't have a whole lot to add about the vocals here. Maybe I should be a little softer in my opinions but these Finn/Rachel ending duets are beginning to feel a little bland. They sound fine, but it feels a lot like going through the motions. Also, you won't notice it unless you're really paying attention -- but the back up vocal tracks are again double/tripled/whatever. They always go for that big choir sound when really, there's only twelve of them. (They eventually move away from this style, and I'm kinda ready for it, tdb)

I will say, though, we're supposed to see Rachel's conflict play out on her face -- the fact that she's struggling with saying goodbye to Finn just as he wants to say hello again. It works. It's fine. Their choreography, too, is a whole pull and release, moving together and apart -- another commentary on their relationship.

The rest of the choreography. I just have... thoughts. Okay, so I give them credit -- they're getting better. But it's still a lot of just walking up and down the stage and twirling and a lot of quick camera pans and editing cuts to mask the fact that they aren't really doing that much. Which, it's show choir - they really don't need to be dancing all that much. But it's funny to me the ways they kind of dress up these ending numbers to cover the awkward dancing.

Also -- the goofy smiling from the rest of the cast kind of is a funny juxtaposition compared to the angsting from Finn and Rachel. The rest of the cast seems like they're having a hilarious time -- or doing a great job faking it. (Btw - Kurt and Quinn are kind of giggly with each other -- which makes me wonder what Chris and Dianna were up to.)

Meanwhile - we have Will and Emma angst. And I went back to make sure they didn't use the same Emma reaction twice. They didn't, but oh god are they close. They will use the same shot twice later on in the series...

vs. The Studio Version: There's really not much difference, other than they add the music interlude the original has, as well as a repeated chorus and extended ending complete with Mercedes wailing on the last note. You can also tell there's a lot of autotune going on. Ngl, I don't mind this song -- but after listening to it a bunch of times now, I've gotten a headache.

vs. The Original Version: You know, I didn't realize just how often Glee takes songs and speeds them up. The original version feels so much more relaxed. (I also wonder if that's why the sound feels a little off in the Glee version -- they may have sang it at a slower speed then they had to make it faster to fit the episode.) Anyway, the sound of the original just feels calmer and more unique. I enjoy a lot of Glee's covers, but sometimes they do strip that unique factor from the original.

Also, fun fact - Paul McCartney said he wrote this about the duality of himself. Makes continued sense for Glee to use it for the ending of this episode.

#the great glee rewatch #so's musical retrosective #glee #glee music #hello goodbye #Youtube

[moistvonlipwig]

C/A Week Day 6: Favorite Cangel Centric Episode

**It’s hard for me to choose a favorite Cangel episode since there are so many amazing ones, so for this Cangel Appreciation Week I’m spotlighting an episode that I think doesn't get enough love.**

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 2.06 "HALLOWEEN"

Spooky season is upon us, so it's only fitting I talk about this iconic episode of Buffy from way back before Angel and Cordelia were spun off to their own better series.

There's a lot to like in this episode from an Angel/Cordelia perspective. Cordelia's crush on Angel is very cute, and her obliviousness to his status as a vampire is very funny. They work surprisingly well together even this early on as they try to get Buffy and Xander to safety.

I want to highlight two scenes in particular, the ones that the above screencaps are from. The first is the scene in the Bronze where Cordelia, stood up by Devon, joins Angel for coffee while he's waiting for Buffy. This scene is rather famous among Angel/Cordelia fans, and for good reason: Angel laughs. Genuinely. Multiple times, even. Angel, who up to this point in the show has not indicated a significant capacity for emotions that aren't "brooding" and "being into Buffy", is legitimately enjoying Cordelia's roast of Devon's car. He thinks she's funny! He's having fun! It's an unintentional premonition of what their relationship will look like in Angel: the two of them laughing with each other and being snobby about cars together.

The second scene I want to talk about is the one in the alleyway where they're trying to calm Buffy down. This scene delights me mostly for the Look™ they give each other when Buffy starts shouting about Angel being a vampire. What cracks me up about that look is how they both are exasperated for totally different reasons but they're both so convinced they're on the same page that they end up being in sync. They only fall out of sync once Cordelia starts explaining to Angel that Buffy thinks he's a vampire, and Angel does this hilarious double-take in the background where he suddenly realizes that he and Cordelia are not actually on the same page after all. It's a great example of their comedic chemistry together which is part of why their characters work so well as a duo.

Cordelia also rallies admirably in this scene, making up an accidentally true story about Angel being a "good vampire" and telling Buffy that Angel is "our friend" -- something I'm sure felt good for Angel to hear. It's a pity we never get to see Cordelia officially discovering that Angel is a vampire; that would've been fun to see.

Thematically, this episode is also an overall interesting one for Angel and Cordelia. Both are relegated to the relative background compared to Buffy, Xander, Willow, and Giles, but they still have roles to play. "Halloween" is an episode about costumes and masks, about the aspects of themselves that our characters hide from the world or wish they could display. Angel doesn't wear a costume in this episode, but in a sense he's always wearing a costume; whether the costume is the demon or the man is a question that haunts him well into his own show. Cordelia, on the other hand, does wear a costume, but on a more metaphorical level is never wearing a costume, hence why (on a metatextual level) she doesn't get caught up in Ethan's spell; she is utterly comfortable in her own skin and feels no need to hide or filter any part of herself.

It's interesting, then, to read the scene in the Bronze through this lens: a scene in which Cordelia is so unapologetically at ease with herself that she cuts right through Angel's many masks to get to the part of him that's just some guy who loves cars. And then what does she do, once she's uncovered that part of him? She does what she always does -- she makes him laugh.

#this one's kind of all over the place lol #a lot to talk about #cangelappreciationweek2022 #cangel #angel #cordelia chase #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #it's what you do afterwards that counts #the high heels of the messiah #i kind of want to slay the dragon #you call that leather interior

[kpopsexstories]

NCT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #7: KUN

A new story/member every Monday. Click here to view the posting schedule.

Story: Kun gets a blowjob from a fan backstage.

Type: MEDIUM

Content: Blowjob, Handjob, Cumshot

Word Count: 3,255

Members: Kun

Story #7: KUN

“I won't tell anyone if you let me suck you,” Sarah said and pushed a jacket aside on the hangers.

Kun frowned and backed away, into another row of clothes, but it was just for show. He wanted nothing more than to pull his pants down and whip out his cock. Who would find out, anyway?

Sarah noticed his hesitant reaction, but felt the temptation in him nonetheless. She leaned in close in the darkness, their faces illuminated by a series of dimmed spotlights in the ceiling. She placed a hand on his chest, and played with a button on his fitted white shirt. She could feel the tense muscles underneath the fabric. She was sure he was horny already.

“Don't think of me as a fan,” she reasoned to ease his mind. “We're just two people in a dark room, attracted to each other. It's just you and me.”

“You, me, and an arena full of people,” Kun grinned and glanced at the closed door beside them. “The boys or crew could walk in at any moment.”

Sarah nodded slowly. They stood in silence and listened to the muffled cheers, as Chenle belted out a high-pitched tune on the stage not far away.

Sarah undid the button she was playing with, pulled away and gave the idol a friendly glance. “Yeah, well, half of them probably wish they were me right now, if they knew about us. But they don't, and they're not.”

It was Kun's turn to nod slowly. His mind was racing to figure out what to do in this situation.

“What about all these costumes?” Sarah continued. ”We could sneak in behind the clothes. If anyone comes, we'll keep quiet. They won't see us.”

You might wonder how Kun found himself in this position. Alone with a fan, in a backstage storage room during an NCT Nation event. Sarah was definitely not allowed to be there.

Kun was wondering the same thing. It was never planned. He had no idea Sarah would come and find him. Security was tight, and he still didn’t know how she’d made it this far.

Yet here they were, so let me tell you how it happened.

Kun and Sarah had met twice before. First at a signing, where they chatted for just a brief moment. Then they ran into each other by chance in the streets of Seoul. That's when they hit it off. Though they had not been in contact since, this wasn't just some random fan, although technically it was.

At the current event, Sarah had stood in the crowd near the stage, shouting along to every song. Kun quickly spotted and recognized her, and he was excited to see her. For his first part of the night-long event, which featured every unit of NCT, he'd hardly taken his eyes off her as he performed.

Just when he left the stage after the first act, Sarah abruptly fainted. But not really. She'd faked it, though Kun didn't know that.

A security guard then came to her rescue and took her aside, and when she claimed she needed to puke he led her to a backstage bathroom. Medical staff were called, but she had somehow managed to dodge them.

By the bathroom, she said she needed some fresh air, and the guard showed her to an emergency exist. But he couldn’t stray too far from his post, and Sarah was both bold and sneaky in the way she managed things.

And so, that's when she slipped away. When she never returned, the guard was relatively certain that she had left the building for good. He did send someone out to look for her, to make sure she was okay and that she wasn't roaming the corridors, but she was gone. Maybe security wasn't that tight after all.

Any uncertainty the guard might have felt, however, was not enough to sound any alarms. He believed that he had left the situation in someone else’s hands, but that someone hadn’t felt or fully understood the seriousness of it. The medical staff had been prematurely dismissed. And that’s the story of how Sarah slipped through their collective fingers.

When Kun came out to use the bathroom Sarah was hiding in, she revealed herself and immediately told him the truth: that security had led her out for health reasons. It wasn't a complete lie.

Kun had been attracted to the girl from the very first time they met, and he wasn't afraid of her. Now, they were alone and she was brave and a little crazy just for being there. It excited him, and he decided to play along.

The hallway outside the bathroom was not a great spot to hang out in though, and the bathroom itself was frequented by both idols and staff. As careful as he should have been, Kun suddenly made it his mission to keep Sarah around but out of sight. No one could find out about his affair.

And so, he led her to a dimly lit storage room, where a large amount of clothes hung in messy rows. He had no idea in that moment why he did what he did, nor what their plan was. But he knew he wanted to be close to her, and that he needed to keep her presence a secret.

In hindsight, it was clear to him that he was thinking with his dick. But then and there, his hard cock was straighter than his thoughts.

The clothes in the room were on standby, ready to be wheeled out into the dressing room depending on what part of the show was up next. It took a lot of fabric to cover all of the boys when every new song required a new look, and all the rows of wheeled hangers were part of an organized system.

Now, that system came to great use for Kun. Alone in the dark, standing between WayV's black leather and Dream's most colorful collection, Kun was indeed hard as a rock. He had a gorgeous young woman in front of him, asking him to take his cock out for her. Everyone who mattered thought he was still in the bathroom. He could hardly believe this was happening, and neither could she.

“So, what do you say?” Sarah pressed on.

Kun smiled at her. “Alright,” he said. This unique situation felt too good to be true, yet it wasn’t. There was no way he'd let it slip away, even if every remaining brain cell in his skull told him this was the dumbest and most dangerous idea ever.

Sarah was done talking. She placed a hand on Kun’s crotch, and he let her. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back when she massaged him and unbuckled the belt around his black leather pants.

“Wait,” Kun said and grabbed her arm. He turned away from the door and led her deeper into the crowded room, where more rows of clothes were hiding. They found a good spot in the back, and pushed their way in between jackets and pants.

From the door at the opposite end, their heads could be seen by anyone who looked hard enough. But if the time to hide came, all they needed to do was duck, back up against the wall behind the clothes, and stay completely still. They were safe enough, Kun concluded.

Sarah giggled as Kun pulled her in, and he joined her in muffled laughter. This was forbidden, but thrilling and incredibly arousing.

With the belt hanging loose, the first step had already been taken. Kun unbuttoned the pants and pulled them down, just enough for his cock and balls to come out. There was no point in holding back now.

Sarah gasped and laughed when she looked down, but quickly silenced herself. It was a nice cock, but this was just so naughty. The laughter was a sign of positive disbelief.

Her heart skipped a beat. As thrilling as Kun found all this, she was, after all, the one alone in a dark room with her idol. It felt unreal to her, and seeing the cock came as a bit of a surprise. She'd never actually expected to get this far, and Kun too was shocked that he'd taken it out for her.

Time was limited, however, and now was not the moment to stop and reflect on what was happening. It was time to jump to action.

Blowjob starts here…

Sarah bent down on her knees, and Kun observed her with fascination as she kissed the head. She glanced up at him as to make sure that this was all okay. His smile reassured her.

She grabbed the stiff shaft, and pulled the foreskin back. Kun gasped as an incredible sensation rushed through his body. The touch of her fingertips gave him butterflies. When she wrapped her lips firmly around the head, he groaned and began to grimace.

It took only seconds before Sarah was blowing him like the world around them didn't exist.

Every advancement felt like a huge milestone to her, and she knew that it could all abruptly end at any second. From getting Kun alone in a room, to seeing the cock, to touching it and sucking the pre-cum out of it, every step was a magical moment that took her to new and unexplored lands. Sarah was living a dream.

As she pleasured him, Kun reached down and stroke his fingers through her hair. He closed his eyes and grabbed the bottom of his buttoned white shirt, pulling it up to keep it out of her face. His abs flexed right in front of her.

Sarah let go of the shaft but never took it out of her mouth. She swallowed it deeper with each bop of her head, and reached up with both hands to grab the seams of Kun's pants and underwear. She pulled them down further, until they reached his knees.

Half naked and with his ass out in the open, Kun suddenly felt incredibly aware of where they were and what they were doing. He sharpened his ears and opened his eyes wide, staring across the room above the clothes. But any doubts were quickly erased when he looked down and met Sarah’s gaze.

With a firm grip around his bare hips, she took the cock out of her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and began to tease the head.

Kun pulled the shirt higher to get a better view. The cock wobbled from side to side as the tongue and lips pushed it around, and up and down as blood pulsed hard through its veins in waves of pleasure. This was all incredibly arousing, to both of them.

Kun suddenly hunched forward and grimaced. The teasing brought him close to the edge. He let go of the shirt and it fell down on top of Sarah, covering her eyes and tickling her cheeks. He quickly grabbed it and pulled it back up again.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Take it off,” Sarah suggested. She saw a chance to reach an additional milestone.

Penetrative sex was not going to happen on this day, but Sarah didn't need it to. She was beyond happy just to be there, and Kun was more than satisfied with a simple blowjob. He didn't need her to get naked too.

Still, Sarah would get to see more of the idol, as he did what she had asked. One by one, he undid the buttons, starting from the top where Sarah had already done the first part for him, and making his way down.

When the shirt was completely open, he slid it over his shoulders. It dropped to the floor behind him, gliding down between his back and a pair of Johnny's dark red jeans.

Simultaneously, Sarah pulled the pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles. This was as naked as he would ever get with her.

That's when it happened. The door handle suddenly moved, and the sound made them both jump to take cover. Kun's heart nearly stopped, as he immediately felt incredibly nervous.

Light from the hallway filled the room as they ducked behind the clothes. They hunched down low, close together on the floor, and pushed themselves against the wall. Instinctively, Kun shielded Sarah's face with his arm, though there really was no need to. The clothes in front of and above them did their job well. They were deep in the shadows, well out of sight. Unless whoever had entered the room came for their specific row of clothes, there really was no danger.

They kept completely still and silent, and listened intently as a long hanger full of clothes was wheeled out. Kun's hard shaft rubbed against Sarah's forearm as he held her closer, and his balls almost touched the ground between his thighs.

Then the door closed and a relative darkness engulfed them once again. They turned to look at each other, and began to giggle.

“That was probably my row by the door,” Kun whispered matter-of-factly. “I need to get back soon.”

Their noses almost touched, and Sarah smiled. A cute, innocent smile.

“Let’s finish this then,” she said. “Come on, get up.”

Kun stood up beside her and pushed Johnny’s pants further down on the hanger, to make more space. His naked body felt cold. Sarah resumed her position on her knees, his dick waving in her face.

Handjob and orgasm starts here…

The cock had grown slack from the nervous moment. But when Sarah took a firm grip around it and began to play with it, blood came rushing back. In seconds, the shaft was stiff again. Sarah began to jerk it rhythmically.

Kun spread his legs slightly, placed one hand on the wall, and grabbed hold of the hanger with the other. With each quick jerk, Sarah held on a little firmer.

Time was of the essence, and soon she was jerking him off as if their lives depended on it. There was no way she’d miss out on the ultimate milestone: making Kun come. She was so close to reaching the pinnacle of her dream.

As Kun came ever closer to an orgasm, he shut his eyes hard, tilted his head back, opened is mouth, and began to breathe heavily. He wasn't feeling cold any longer. In fact, he began to perspire as his body worked up to release a fountain of cum.

He held on tighter to the hanger, which rocked violently back and forth. The clothes around them shook out of tune to the fast rhythm of Sarah’s beating hand.

She, in turn, opened her mouth and positioned it below the dick head, like she was dying of thirst and trying to catch the last drop from an empty faucet. Her eyes were wide opened and she admired the slim and fit body towering above her.

Kun’s muscles tensed. Shadows from the moving clothes and dimmed spotlights danced on his bare skin.

Then he came, without warning. He made no excessive sounds, and his already twisted facial expression never changed. Only the increased drops of sweat on his bare chest and back revealed that something was changing in him.

The strong orgasm took Sarah by surprise, when cum shot straight out and over her face rather than into her mouth like she'd expected.

Baffled, she let go of the shaft, and the cock wobbled up and down. The second load shot out even further, a narrow and long string of white liquid. It was unlike any male orgasm Sarah had witnessed before.

That’s when the rest of Kun’s body caught up. He suddenly groaned and bent forward, grimaced harder and shook forcefully. It looked like tiny but intense shivers, but felt like a massive earthquake.

“Daamn,” he exclaimed while chipping for air. “Holy fuck!”

Sarah laughed, then grabbed the cock again. A few more waves of cum oozed out, and she licked it all up while wiping the corner of her eye with the back of her free hand.

“Damn,” she echoed. “That’s a lot of cum. Like, a lot!”

She laughed even louder. Kun giggled and hushed her playfully, as he came back to his senses.

Still holding on to the wall and hanger, Kun relaxed his muscles. For a moment, he just stood there and smiled down, while Sarah licked the cock clean for him.

Then he glanced in the direction of the door. It had never opened again, but he knew he had to leave in a hurry. Someone could come looking for him at any moment. He couldn’t pretend to be in the bathroom forever.

“Shit,” he suddenly said. “That’s Haechan’s jacket.”

Sarah composed herself and turned her head. Cum was slowly dripping down the jacket hanging behind her. She smiled, then burst out laughing again.

This time, Kun joined her.

They were ready to leave once Kun had put his shirt back on and buckled his pants. It was almost as if Sarah read his mind.

“Don’t worry about me,” she said. “I’ll pretend to leave the bathroom, and go find the security guard who helped me. If I run into someone, I’ll just say I got lost on my way back.”

“Are you feeling better?” Kun asked, suddenly realizing that he should have been worried about her all along. She had fainted after all, or so he thought.

“Much,” she said with a wink. “Nothing a little blowjob can’t cure.”

Kun opened the door and peaked outside. The coast was clear. In the hallway, Sarah quickly turned in the direction of the bathroom, and Kun rushed toward the dressing room.

He had no idea what time it was, and whether or not he had missed any performance. If he had, he figured someone would have come looking for him in the storage room, which they hadn’t.

Sarah turned a corner and Kun briefly saw her disappear out of sight, before he entered the dressing room. She didn't even turn around.

His clothes were the only ones left on the hanger, and only Hendery was waiting for him. The rest of the group had already left for the stage.

“Where the hell have you been?” Hendery asked, while Kun hastily unbuttoned his shirt and took it off once more. “I was about to call security.”

Kun gave his friend a naughty look, which only made Hendery more confused. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he said.

“127 is nearly done with their last song. We’re up next! Did you get diarrhea or something? We couldn't find you in the bathroom.”

Kun kicked off his shoes and took off his pants, then grabbed his new set from the hanger. He was already making his way to the stage door before the clothes were fully on him.

“A fan gave me a blowjob in the closet room,” he said and laughed.

“Don’t joke,” Hendery said with a serious expression. “Let’s go, dammit!”

Kun tucked his shirt and zipped his pants, then followed close behind as Hendery left for the stage.

They made it just in time, took their positions, and the lights came on. The crowd went wild.

When Kun turned to face the audience, he caught a smiling face in the pit. Sarah danced along to the beat. She winked at him, and Kun couldn’t stop smiling himself.

Yeah, that just happened, he thought. Though forbidden, he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

🤍💜💙💜🤍

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[emypony]

Honkai Idol AU

this is all ur fault @spectral-claws IDOL FELIS BE UPON YE

I will now proceed to go ahead and post my rambles, thank you to @izzyandviolins for letting me ping her all the time and just dump all the brainrots I have whenever

Idk how much sense these will make AND i will put more specific stuff at the end for everyone else who would just like the general AU idea at the start

DISCLAIMER I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IDOLS OR KPOP GROUPS ASIDE FROM A VERY OUTSIDER PERSPECTIVE OF WHAT I SEE ON MY DASH 🙏

EDIT: This actually got hella long so I will be putting it under a read more, oh my god I am so sorry

Now for the groups:

1. there's obviously our 4 main girls: Kiana, Mei, Bronya and Fu Hua

Himeko is the coach / choreographer, Tesla makes props and Einstein does Costumes / Makeup, Welt is the Manager (this is REALLY. im well aware theres a ton more ppl behind idol / kpop groups but you know its just. ITS JUST WHAT IT IS WITH THE CHARACTERS THAT WE HAVE, OKAY)

2. Senti's main group consisting of!! Senti (obviously), Sirin (HoV), Seele, Veliona (they're a package duo), Sushang and Carole (yes she is here, no I will not elaborate --- ok maybe I will)

3. A few flamechasers: Pardofelis (which is a!!! New Idol!! She's the main focus of this group atm since the stans love her to bits--- catgirl charm. I promise there is a reason for this statement) Elysia, Eden, Mobius (I am not that familiar with her so she would either be part of the group OR maybe act like the on-set medic or whichever), Sakura, Vill V AND Aponia (maybe, there's a 5th group I'm thinking about however it's kind of still an idea so I will leave her here for now)

4. The GuysTM: Kevin, Su (the most marketable out of all of them), Kalpas (shocking, I know. I hc he's in gacha debt from genshin impact) and MAYBE Adam and Lyle but only bc Carole is there I'm putting them with a ?

I don't know where to fit Kosma, Griseo and Teri or Durandal and Rita (im sorry fellas im not that acquainted with them but you're 100% free to suggest something for them)

Now a bit about relationships between members of the groups or other groups:

Seele and Bronya are Dating so Seele (and by extension Veliona) are always hanging out with Bronya's group (though Veli might stay behind sometimes because she gets on relatively alright with Senti)

Sirin and Senti have a one sided rivalry from Sirin because she wants to prove she's the best and always challenges Senti to dance battles or. whatever it is that Kpop / Idols do (idont know dont ask me) but Senti is distracted by her own one sided. Rivalry (and it is NOT towards Fu Hua LOL) They're just dummy but they are a nice combo together when dancing

Speaking of Senti and Fu Hua, I see them like a past dance Duo that was supposed to compliment each other however after Senti was mostly cast and categorized by the fans as a twin / copycat of Fu Hua, she got fed up and went to develop her own solo style. things were mostly tensioned between them however Fu Hua doesn't hold resentment over what Senti did and she also feels like her new spot with Kiana, Mei and Bronya is better, and she also really likes Senti's own evolution apart from her own. Whenever Senti gets dragged along to Kiana's group and meets up with her, she's a bit awkward, but Hua is able to get past that and manages to get her talking (Senti doesn't start a conversation when they meet up, even if she does seek out Hua more than Hua herself, although she doesn't mind. It doesn't take much to go "so what's the recent idol group news" and then Senti goes off abt things the media reports on and other things and. she just starts talking and doesn't stop. Hua listens and gives advice but mostly lets Senti talk about whatever she's dealing with and maybe figure things out on her own by voicing them out loud. She values her as a more awkward friend (compared to her original hard go getter attitude from when they were a duo together) so she doesn't mind listening to her (mostly funny and unhinged) rants about the world of idol / media since she doesnt keep up with whatever drama is going on

+ Senti has got a funny friendly rivalry with Kiana at least and they're able to enjoy themselves ((compared to Sirin and Kiana who have REALLY got their own more serious rivalry))

Mei hangs out with Ely and Eden frequently enough to hold a friendly relationship with them as well as the rest of the flame chasers group and the guys. Elysia keeps begging their managers to let Mei Collab with them much more often.

Carole and Fu Hua go way back before their Idol days and Carole isn't shy whatsoever in jumping Hua whenever she gets the chance. She's way more into fashion and makeup and skincare and all of that and while Hua loves that she's so energetic, she can get a bit much but thankfully Carole knows when to step back a little and focus her energy beam on someone else. (They are great friends that don't talk on the daily but they can catch up without issues)

Li Sushang has a more ... mmm whats the word. Cordial? Relationship with Fu Hua? I'm a bit lost where to place her, mostly because I see her as Fu Hua's dance duo that didn't work out so she got relocated to another group better suited for her style. Unsure if this was before or after Senti teamed up with Hua, but Sushang does hold a bit of animosity towards Senti for that (nothing too bad, but she does wonder how the hell could they have been a dance duo when Senti seems like the complete opposite of Hua in regards to what she does - because she is a little bit crazy at times especially if left alone with Carole). They do have a general ok relationship and Sushang enjoys hanging out with everyone

Senti finds Carole a bit much at times (shocking, I know) but she is fun to hang around with and do mischief (Especially when Veliona joins in. They are banned from the kitchen along with Kiana)

Most of the Flamechasers and the guys keep to themselves BUT Carole will bother Kalpas to no end and he's so pissed off about it except she works out and he cannot beat her in an arm wrestling contest or anything for that matter so he has to rightfully suffer the wrath of a girl with 17 steps of bedtime skincare routine <3

NOW HERE IS WHERE WE GET INTO THINGS THAT ARE INCREDIBLY SELF INDULGENT FOR ME mostly because they are Sentifelis so. I do apologize but also I tried to keep most of it towards the end

OK SO AS I'VE SAID PARDO IS A NEW ADDITION TO THE FLAMECHASERS IDOL GROUP AND THE STANS ARE OBSESSED WITH HER !!! She's literally a catgirl with a cute aesthetic, it's a recipe for success

the funniest part: SENTI HATES HER (at the beginning at least) because until her, she was kind of one of the top spots on the 'idol leaderboard' or whatever (idk if thats a thing, people like diff idols / kpop artists etc but like. POPULARITY POLL?) and she's out there with Elysia BUT AS SOON AS FELIS CAME SHE JUST BULLDOZED RIGHT THROUGH ALL OF THAT and she's UPSET (or thinks she is anyway)

Fans also started comparing them a lot because of their different dance styles - Senti has more of a street dance type, and Felis is good at doing very fluid motions (mostly because of her tail) and fans love them both

Felis actually admires Senti so much as a fellow idol and somehow even after working with the group for a while she doesn't get to meet Senti at all and that's kind of her dream she just wants to 🥺befriend Senti she thinks shes SO cool

Senti would rather die before admitting that she actually thinks that Felis is really cute and isn't surprised that she's garnered such a large fanbase even though she hasn't worked as an idol for as long as the others, she finds her dance moves really nice ESPECIALLY because of her tail. BUT SHE IS GOING TO DENY THESE TILL THE END OF TIME (or so she claims) -

Like Sirin will just come to her on the daily to ask to practice and dance battle and will get completely brushed aside. See:

Sirin: "Today i will!! finally be top center stage instead of Senti!! i will finally beat her in the popularity poll!" She tries to get a rise out of Senti by claiming she is better and such but there's nothing, because Senti is just. too busy scrolling on her FYP on Tik Tok.

Senti: "Can you believe people made Fancams of Pardofelis AGAIN??? WHAT DOES SHE HAVE THAT I DON'T!! I HATE HER SO MUCH!!" (real 100% not clickbait) SHES TOO BUSY GOING OFF ABOUT "HATING" THE MEOW MEOW

Veliona: "you watched like 20 different fucking fancams. i thought you hated her"

Senti: "I DO I HATE HER SO MUCH ugh look at how they added a green sparkles and a neon cat ears and whiskers filter to this one. She looks way better in pink."

Sirin: "STOP LOOKING AT FANCAMS AND DO A DANCE BATTLE WITH ME RIGHT NOW!!!" *gets ignored*

Veliona, giving a look to Seele who just smiles and waves her hand to leave them be (insert 'I know what you are' dog meme here): 🧍‍♀️

I'm not sure if this ever happens in kpop 'biz' but imagine the 4 groups end up under the same publishing company so now they will all be living closer to each other (I have no idea wtf housing looks like for kpop stars or idols LOL) and collab more often and just meet at the workplace. SENTI HATES THIS OBVIOUSLY and like!! Felis definitely notices the cold shoulder she is given 🥺. She tries to say hi to Senti because she's super excited but Senti thinks she's just there to. Like show off that she's somehow better?? With her cute flicking ears and waving tail and her painted nails and her mismatched stockings BYE Senti cannot deal with this (she is confused and just hides it all behind an unfriendly facade)

Poor Felis is sad because she thinks she's done something wrong and she was so looking forward to meet Senti 😭😭😭

The same kind of behavior continues, because Senti can't really bring herself to be mean to Felis and tell her to get lost (especially when she's got that sad puppy look on her face) and always attempts to flee to another place instead. Their fellow idol coworkers DO notice, but most of them console Felis and say that's how Senti usually is with newcomers and that maybe she will warm up with time.

BONUS: There is a tiny part of the fandom shipping them - as you would and while they never got to get an interview from Felis about it, Senti is SHOCKED to find out that there's ppl making fics and fanart AND FANCAMS OF THEM (which are mostly taped together bc there's barely any interaction between them in media lmao). Like who in their right mind!! This is inconceivable to her!! She is so pissed about that too bc shes like "WHY ISNT PARDOFELIS SAYING ANYTHING TO THE PRESS ABOUT IT ... WE ARE NOT A THING!! WTF!! THIS IS ALL HER FAULT" (does not actually think its her fault and actually wonders where the fuck did fans get that impression but people will be people. ALSO no I don't condone rpf or any of that with actual real people, these r just fictional characters. and this is fanfiction inside a fanfiction)

Meanwhile I believe Felis would have a secret account on all social medias at least taking a look at that side of their fandom / fanbase and seeing what the people think in regards to that (she cant figure out why Senti won't be her friend, so maybe others will??? The theories and speculations people come up with are so funny though)

Afterwards, I would love to have them all taking a trip somewhere - to ... celebrate the fact that the companies and groups have merged or whatever (preferably the woods or. SOMEPLACE. Maybe with Caves? Yeah I'm pulling the 'stuck in a cave with no reception' trope on them, what will you do about it?) and that's how they finally get to have a 1 on 1 together, mostly because Felis is going to get a bit scared and thinks there's no way out of there.

Felis: "oh my god im too young to die!!! i didnt even get your autograph yet in my journal And I still have curry leftovers in my fridge that I didn't eat and I was so looking forward to them!!!"

Senti: "what."

Felis: "what ?"

Senti: "You...want my autograph?"

Felis: "Of course!! 🥺👉👈you're my biggest inspiration I admire your dance moves so much you look SO good on the screen and in concerts I I don't know how you do it I freak out all the time and think people can notice it BUT YOU LOOK SO CALM AND COMPOSED AND COOL-" and she has to stop herself because she's gushing dfjkghfd

and oh. okay maybe. MAYBE SENTI WAS HATING ON HER FOR NO REASON ACTUALLY...

With this they finally have a heart to heart and Senti apologizes for being so cold to Felis, she (begrudgingly) admits that she felt kind of threatened by Felis's onset popularity from the get go. Felis doesn't mind at all and is rather relieved that Senti doesn't ACTUALLY hate her and now they can be !!! friends!!! (Senti is actually overjoyed at their new friendship and hopes to hang out with her a lot more BUT she's incredibly trash at managing her feelings so it still comes off across as a little aloof and 'well, whatever...' but Felis doesn't seem to register that at all and has now resorted to holding Senti's hand because THEY ARE STILL TRAPPED IN A SCARY CAVE AND IT'S DARK

Obviously they are rescued a little while later because people noticed they were missing and such, and while still awkward around each other (mostly Senti, because she is now suddenly RECEIVING A LOT OF ATTENTION from a girl who she will never admit she finds cute, it's still a lot to get used to on day one but she powers through for the sake of it.

After this their friendship and such get better and Felis is no longer a stranger to their group, because she starts hanging out with Senti A LOT MORE once they get back. (and neither of them will tell the others what happened for that change)

Also I like to think Felis barges in Senti's room all the time to give her updates on the. ON THE FANS SPECULATION ABOUT THEM LOL

Felis: "YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS NEW FIC THAT WAS JUST POSTED"

Senti: "what fic"

Felis: "ABOUT US, DUMMY"

Senti: "YOU READ THOSE THINGS?"

Felis: "OF COURSE I DO. SOME ARE REAL GOOD... Someone wrote an Alternate Universe where we're like magical knights fighting against some unknown forces called 'Honkai' !"

Senti: "These people will make up just about anything, I swear"

Felis: "Btw did you know our ship tag is called Sentifelis"

Senti: "Our what."

ANYWAY THATS. JUST ABOUT ALL IM SO SORRY THAT THIS GOT EXTREMELY LONG I HAD NO IDEA I WROTE THIS MUCH? (it looks WAY less in discordf kdjfhgjkdfgdfhjn)

Would love to draw a few of them in idol / kpop like outfits.

ANYWAY UM. ✌ STAN SENTIFELIS

me about to tag every honkai character known to man:

(jk i wont do it I know how tag spam works, I will do my best to be courteous and put the most important ones)

#honkai impact 3 #hi3 #honkai impact #pardofelis #reverist calico #herrscher of sentience #senti #fu hua #kiana kaslana #bronya zaychik #seele #veliona #li sushang #sirin #herrscher of the void #raiden mei #(i forgot abt her almost oops) #elysia #mobius #eden #carole #kalpas #kevin kaslana #AU #alternate universe #idol AU #崩壊3rd #崩壊3 #sentifelis #AGAIN IF IVE GOT SOMETHING WRONG IM SORRY I AM. NOT AN IDOL STAN NOR A KPOP ONE

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

(Sorry if I’m bothering you or spamming your inbox btw 😭 I just like telling you stuff :3)

So like I just came back from a little Halloween reunion party with some old friends (it was relatively small, only about 20 or so people, but it was fun :3), and it got me thinking.

So I was wearing this dress, right? (And a few more things to make my outfit fit the Halloween theme) And Mia could not keep her hands off of me the entire time oml. 😭 (not that I minded, though 😏)

So this outfit was a whole process. I had to do my makeup (blood red lipstick, glittery eyeshadow, etc.), do my hair (and that’s a whole other process), and put on my outfit on top of all of that. (Strapless bra underneath. Made my titties look even bigger than they needed to be.)

The party itself was fun, I may have gotten a little naughty on the dance floor, but who cares? It’s a party!

Anyways, I was thinking what it would’ve been like if I had taken Itto with me to the party. (We’d probably have matching costumes) But even if we didn’t have matching costumes, I have a feeling he would’ve done the exact thing that Mia did.

She couldn’t keep her hands off of me for ten seconds. Whether it was when we were dancing, eating at the refreshment table, or just talking in a corner. Her hand was always either around my waist, or on my hips.

I’d imagine it would be 10 times worse with Itto with me 😭

You were getting ready to get to a Halloween party after work. Your boyfriend, Itto, was going to get dressed before he left his job and meet you over there.

Everything was almost done: You had the deepest red lipstick on that you could find. Your eye makeup was divine. Itto helped you as best he could with your hair this morning. Bless his little monster heart. He doesn't know what he's doing. But you enjoy the time he fusses over you. The strapless bra you wore did a real number on your tits. It made them look so good.

Finally, you were happy with everything and how it looked as it sat or hung on your body. The dress you wore was black. It had fabric around your natural waist that was cinched up so it hugged your curves. The sleeves were pulled off of your shoulders, showing off your clavicle and way too much cleavage. But it was a party. So you opted for less modesty than usual.

You got to the party first. As you greeted your friends you looked around for you boyfriend. He wasn't there yet, so you just wandered around. Hitting up the drink table and grabbing a little snack to avoid getting totally shitfaced before the party had even really begun.

There was an odd feeling that washed over you at one point. You couldn't really pinpoint what it was exactly. But you understood enough to know that you felt like you were being watched.

It was unclear yet if it was a threat or if you were just overreacting. You eventually polished off a few more drinks and went to the bathroom to touch up your lipstick.

You walked down the dark hallway. It wasn't this dark before, was it? Oh well. You pushed open the door and flipped on the light. As you stepped into the small room, some sort of movement caught your attention at the end of the hall.

"Hello? Is - hello? Ugh. I'm losing my fucking mind. It was probably a cat or something." You continued to reapply your dark red lipstick. There was a loud bang behind you. It nearly made you jump out of your skin. "HELLO?? You're not funny, I know someone is there."

You gathered up all of your courage, liquid and otherwise, and looked in the stalls for anyone who would be in there messing around with you.

"Famous last words." You put your lipstick away and took a few steps to the door to pull it open.

But before you had a chance to even grasp the doorknob, you were grabbed from behind. A pair of large hands; one went over your mouth, the other went around your soft waist, pulling you closer to their body.

Their voice was muffled. Almost like they had a bandana on or something obstructing their mouth while they talked. You could at least understand why they were saying to you.

Whoever it was, stuffed their face into your neck and took in a sharp, deep breath. "Mmmuhhhh, fuck yeah. You smell s'good. You look like my next meal. M'gonna eat you. C'mere, slut. You go around looking like this, it's gonna be hard for people to practice self-control. Get your ass in here, bunny. S'time to fuck."

It was a man. That much was clear. He was strong. Too strong for you to get away from him. Though that didn't stop you from trying. But it only made him laugh at your stupid little attempts to free yourself.

You tried biting his fingers but he had his hand cupped around your mouth so that wasn't an option. Fuck, he was strong.

He shoved you into the wall and held you there with his right hand while his left hand shut off the light.

"Now, you're going to do exactly what I fuckin' tell you to, ok bunny?" He said roughly against your bare shoulder. You could feel his hot breath wash over you.

"Look, j-j-just don't hurt me. Please. You want money? I have like $67 dollars in my purse. H-here just let me get it out for you. I'll count to 500 and you can just leave. I - I don't even know what you look like. Please - please, just, please. Please. You don't have to do this. I won't even call the cops! Huh? Good deal, huh?"

You begged and pleaded for this man to not hurt you. He didn't want your money. He didn't want your car.

He wanted your time. He wanted you.

The mask he had on covered anything distinguishing about his face and it was dark anyway. So even if you did look at him, you wouldn't be able to tell a single thing about his looks.

"Stay standing against the wall." He said. "Do you understand?"

You nodded.

"I can't fucking hear you. Use your fuckin' words."

"Yes! Y-yes, I understand. I - I - whatever you w-want."

"Turn around. Put your back against the wall."

"I - I have a boyf---" you tried.

"I don't give a FUCK if you're married to the goddamn President. Fuckin' ... turn ... around."

In a shaky and quiet voice you agreed to do what he was asking of you. "O-ok. Just please, don't hur---"

"If I was going to fucking hurt you don't you think I'd have done it by now?" He demanded. "WELL?!"

"Y-y-y-YES! Ok, yes! Maybe. I don't know! What do you want from me!"

He began inching up your black dress. His hands started at your ankles and ran up your calves. Giving them a light squeeze, he let out a little moan.

"Fffuck. Such a sexy little slut, aren't you, bunny?"

"M-m-mhm. Yep, I-I-I am." Your voice was trembling.

His hands traveled higher up your legs. He pushed them apart and pulled the skirt of the dress over his head. Settling in on his knees, you could feel his lips ghosting over your inner thighs.

It made you shudder. And you hated yourself for this. For all of it. For being so stupid and coming to the party without your boyfriend. For starting to drink without him. For wearing lipstick that needed touching up. For apparently looking so sexy that this asshole couldn't keep his hands off of you.

"Spread 'em." He said.

"N-no. Please ... don---". You tried again.

He sat up on his knees and buried his face in your cunt.

"Well ... well ... welllllll." He said as he traced the edges of where your thigh highs ended. "No panties tonight, huh? Who'd you do this for? You do this for me, bunny? Huh?"

You were short for words as you stood there. This man hiding under your skirt is scaring the shit out of you and turning you on like you've never been turned on in your life.

"Pl-please, this isn't ---"

"Shhh, shh, sh, bunny. Now, I'm going to touch you. And I think you're going to like it. I can clearly see you're already so wet for me. Such a good little slut. Mmm-hmm. You are. Are you ready?"

"N-n-no, no, no ... Not ... oh fuck."

He spread your lips and licked at your clit. It felt so fucking amazing. Your legs nearly bent at the contact. So good. So ... intimate?

"That's right, bunny. Spread those thighs for Daddy, if you don't want a spanking, yeah?"

You assumed a spanking wouldn't be your only punishment if you didn't do what he said. So you held yourself up against the wall and let him work his magic on your pussy.

He pulled at your skin with his fingers and licked at you with the flat of his tongue. His movements were so slow and deliberate that it drove you wild. Your entire body was on fire.

He moved his left hand up to your stomach, pushing up your bra and freeing your tits. He pinched and rubbed at your nipples, making you arch your back and cry out in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!" You exclaimed as he pushed a finger inside you.

He was right. You were wet. You were dripping down your thighs and onto his hands and face. The more he touched you, the more you wanted him to.

It was like he had some kind of power over you. Like you were his puppet and he was pulling all the strings.

You couldn't take it anymore. You could feel your orgasm building up in your belly.

He knew it too. He pulled away and looked up at you from his spot on his knees.

"You wanna cum, bunny?"

"NO! P-PLEASE!"

He pushed another finger inside you and began to pump them in and out of your cunt.

"Cum for me, bunny. Cum all over my face. C'mon, bunny."

He sucked on your clit and you couldn't stop yourself. You came, hard.

You could feel yourself pulsing around his fingers as he continued to fuck you.

"Good girl, bunny." He said as he stood up. His voice was hoarse and low.

He pushed his mask up and kissed your face before he said anything more.

"Next time you should cum without my permission. Ok, 'bunny'?"

You knew that voice. You knew that tongue. You knew those hands.

"Itto?! Wha--? What are you doing here?"

He pulled off his mask and smiled. "I've been here the whole time, bunny. You didn't think I'd let you go to a party all by yourself, did you?"

"Wha -- But -- I don't ... I don't understand."

"Oh, I know. You're so fucking adorable when you're confused, baby. Let me explain. See, I was planning this for weeks. I wanted to do something fun for us. Something naughty. Something we'd both like. And this is it. I planned this whole thing out, even down to the costume. You like it?"

You looked at him. You hadn't gotten a real good look at him yet. But he was still dressed in all black, with a leather jacket and a mask. It was hot. You were still trying to wrap your head around it all.

"But how ... when ... holy shit."

Itto grinned. "That part was a surprise for me too. But you've always been good about reapplying your lipstick after you eat or drink a bit. I overheard you talking about it to your friend and followed you in here."

You blushed. "You're psychotic, Itto."

"Yes, bunny. I am. But I'm your psycho. Now, let's get going. We have a Halloween party to get back to."

"Ok, Itto. Whatever you say."

You fixed yourself up, and he held your hand as you walked back to the party.

#ask sarah #sarah answers #itto is bby #halloween smut #itto arataki #itto smut #arataki itto smut #itto arataki smut

[absolutedoorknob]

Pearl’s Red Dress— A Costume Breakdown

Pearl— the prequel to X, directed by Ti West. A story about a young (murderous) girl and her ambitions to leave the family farm to become…. A star! (The murder of at least three people sold separately, batteries not included)

Okay, I’ll confess: I haven’t seen the movie yet. I got about… 60% through of X before I realized that due to the rambunctious sex noises, it was probably a movie best suited for viewing when my family wasn’t home.. and I have not had the time to go back and watch X and then Pearl. I’m still trying to figure out a way to watch it with my sibling (whom I have made sit through eight saw movies, Jordan Peele’s Nope, Talk to Me, and Thanksgiving).

But I am armed with two of my greatest resources when it comes to costume breakdowns:

Pinterest

My eyesight (which is definitely 20/20 and I have never worn glasses in my life no I am not lying)

So, here it is: Pearl’s red dress: an analysis and some cosplay tips.

So: Pearl’s red dress is her mother’s dress, borrowed (stolen?) for her audition to become a star. The movie takes place in 1918, and because Pearl’s family is a little strapped for cash at the moment, plus along with her mother’s frugal tendencies, it’s safe to assume that the dress dates anywhere from 1910 onward, as I feel that it’s unlikely that a dress would be any older than that with zero remarks on it being out of style. This means that the dress is an ~Edwardian~ dress.

Now, my understanding of Edwardian fashion is loose at best, so take everything I say with like fifteen grains of salt. What marks the Edwardian era for me is two things:

Decrease in sleeve puff. We’ve moved away from Leg of Mutton sleeves and they will slowly grow more and more narrow in shape until the 20s, give or take, but we still have some gathers.

The smoothening of the front post-pidgeon breast period. A lot of Victorian bodices have very structured seaming and have a very “tailored” look compared with the relative softness of Edwardian bodices.

Compare and constrast Bernadette Banner’s Victorian waistcoat look (yes it’s a waistcoat my point still stands here) versus the 1910 Jolly Holiday Edwardian gown.

Now, based off of my very surface level research, Pearl’s dress seems closest to the style of the lingerie dress, which makes sense because a) this is clearly a nicer dress, and it makes sense to be a style that was generally “nicer” and b) the farm is in the South USA, so it also makes sense in context for this dress to be a lighter dress.

That leads us to another question, though. Why red? Well, the answer is simple. Red shows up on camera excellently, especially with the colour grading the movie used, and also… this is Pearl’s mom’s dress, and that woman is way too practical to have a white dress when they live on a farm.

So… what makes up Pearl’s dress?

Out of cursory examination, the bodice is made out of one front piece with possible darts for basic fitting underneath all that lace, and has two back pieces. It buttons in the back, and in the front there are fake buttons. The sleeves look bunchy here, but based off of the other images I’ve seen, they do end above the elbows with a cuff at least two inches wide.

I can’t see any seams on the skirt, but I’m guessing it’s made of at least three panels. From my cursory knowledge about Edwardian skirts, particularly lingerie skirts, they are quite ‘trumpet shaped’. This shape is partially achieved by a slight train, and a ruffle at the bottom. Pearl has a ruffle, but the train? Well…

The picture above seems like it has just the slightest train, but while she’s dancing on stage, she doesn’t seem to have it?

(Yes the above image is hot garbage. I’m working with Pinterest’s finest here)

Now, the lace! On the bodice is at least four types of lace. This is the best guess I have after looking at many many pictures and playing around with the settings to see if I could change the contrast. There is also lace above the sash and right above where the ruffle is sewn on.

So to make this dress, I started looking for patterns I searched high. I searched low. I searched the big four pattern website. Eventually I just googled Edwardian dress patterns. And then I found it. The perfect pattern.

The 1914 Afternoon Dress from Sense and Sensibility patterns. the bodice is basically perfect: back closures, a smooth front that can be adapted to wear with or without a corset. Now, from what the pictures show of the skirt, it’s smooth in the front and gathered in the back but the shape is not perfect when it comes to the trumpet shape, but the actual dress doesn’t have it. Personally, I would just flare the panels a bit more to get some more swoosh, and the ruffle would have to be added, but that would be simple because ruffles are basically just rectangles!

All that’s left to do is add enough lace to kill a horse, braid your hair, and definitely not chase your sister in law with an axe!

Happy sewing!

#pearl 2022 #pearl a24 #costume breakdown #costume analysis

[thepariahcontinuum]

Two for the worm oc game

One: a thinker that has some variation of being able to touch any object and ask their power “can I use this object to cause*insert thing here*to happen, and if so how?“ generally works through some kind of rube Goldberg style chain reaction.

Two:a bio-tinker  Biotinker, with her knack being herself

Can do relatively minor modifications to other people by grafting modified parts onto them grown from her own genetic material. This only works for a set amount of time before the graft is rejected.

On herself she is capable of much greater modification. rather than going out in a traditional costume she basically just turns herself into a xenomorph.

Okay I normally have a rule about one OC per ask (I was getting asks with about 4 ideas on them) but you're new here and they're cool ideas.

Okay so the first Cape: You didn't specify that this is a Cauldron Cape but that was the initial vibe I got.....Okay I'm lying, the initial vibe I got is "This power is a variant of Path to Victory and the Cape is a Parahuman John Wick" now Cauldron does like to assess their customers for certain psychological profiles, so what I'm thinking is that at their core they're a fundamentally good person, but they're also capable of doing incredibly fucked up things. Cauldron is keeping tabs on most/all of the major criminal organisations on Earth Bet and this guy is someone they use to remove problem elements before they can get too dangerous; something that involves them being undercover within various organisations for extended periods of time....This has led to something of a mystique about them where people online have tried to connect various Capes across Earth Bet whose powers match up despite there being no other links (Similar to how Keanu Reeves being immortal is a meme)

Costume wise they were a long black coat that's stylised enough to be sort of capeish (Long, flowing, cinched at the waist and wide collar) with a suit (Two buttons, Italian, tapered trousers and the lining.... Tactical) and a simple black masquerade mask.

Their Cape name is "The Artisan" which absolutely came after they killed three guys with a pencil....I like the idea that it was when they were deployed with Contessa and Number Man, just a three person wrecking crew.

And onto the Second Cape: This has some absolutely incredible body horror potential....On top of just fighting crime as a monster themselves, think about how well "Armed" (Excuse the pun) their goons would be... I'm getting some Tyranid vibes, she turns herself into a living weapon and then grafts samples of herself to give her people claw-arms, acid cannons, wings, tails....New faces and fingerprints.

I'm thinking someone who had dreams of being a hero when she (A she feels right) first triggered, but just struggled to find a way to fit in with the image the Protectorate and PRT were trying to maintain (If Weaver needed to toned down then this critter is way too much) and eventually she just gave up and went independent, but she didn't stick with being a hero. She basically founded her own support network, which rapidly became a crew.... She's got an approach to Taylor in some ways, very benevolent warlord, keeping villains out of her turf by unleashing squads of people who don't have to follow the 'Rules' because they're not Capes.

I feel like her story ends with her getting protective custody, basically dismantling her entire operation, or what's left of it after they get hit by the S9; because this is definitely a cape Bonesaw would want to play with.

Cape name: 'Xtremity'

#wormblr #worm web serial #parahumans #Worm Oc #Dyssols