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sunnysam-my · 3 days
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Hazbin Hotel redesign ideas p. 1
Unfortunately I don't really have time to draw rn, but here are some ideas if anyone is looking for inspiration.
THE VEES:
They follow lates trends so they won't stick to the outfits and technologies from the times they died. We even see that Vox changed his screen (head) to more modern, flat TV screen.
Valentino:
He is a moth that realises poison that's basically a date-rape drug. His wings are hidden, looking like a coat, which makes no sense, a cloak, cape or sleeveless coat would look better. He is a pimp who died in 1970s. Val was Hispanic when living. Apparently, he has bad eyesight.
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He is supposed to be a moth, but I don't really see it much, and the furr around his neck, that's a part of his body, just looks ridiculous. I would design him after some actual poisonous moth.
Cinnabar moth - The cinnabar is slate-black with two red spots and two pinky-red stripes on the rounded forewings. Its hindwings are pinky-red and bordered with black. The caterpillars feed on poisonous ragwort leaves. The poison from the leaves is stored in the caterpillar's body and remains even when they are an adult. As adult they leak the poison when they need to. Cinnabar moths can be seen flying during the day and night.
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Six-spot burnet moth - day-flying moth that flies with a slow, fluttering pattern. It has glossy black, with six red spots on each narrow, but long forewing. They release hydrogen cyanide when attacked.
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Personally I would go with Cinnabar moth, but make the spots heart shaped, and leave his inner outfit without the accessories (the suit with the white pants and golden heart belt). I would also leave his general body type but definitely change the neck furr ring, because wtf is that? I would play around with his glasses since he is supposed to have eyesight problems.
[Edit: Actually, I would make him a combo of both moths and make the furr ring his hair, because he is bald without the hat!?!?]
Velvette:
Velv is a fashion designer and critic, she is also an influencer. She keeps the Vees together and their image fresh on the internet. She's a British black woman in her early 30's. Originally her appearance was supposed to be doll-like, but that was changed to 'it-girl' and a 'bad bitch' with a darker aesthetic.
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Velvette's outfit is reminiscent of Val's (heart belt, coat with hearts, black stripes on arms) but darker, especially her sleeveless coat that imitates his wings. Since Valentino is already going to be darker (in my idea) and she is a fashion influencer it would make more sense for her to be brighter.
Main thing I would change about her is her skin tone, hair, and Harley Quinn themes left from her old design.
When creating very human like characters it's important to actually get the racial characteristics right. Her ashy skin and "curly" hair just makes it look like they didn't know how to draw a black character. I would give her a different texture, something between 3A and 4B. A hairstyle like heart shaped space buns would be so cool, but even if not, her styl in a poster in the background is already better than the ponytails.
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When it comes to her style I would get rid of pom-poms shoes and fingerless gloves. Her outfit for meeting the overlord was pretty okay, but I would change her other outfit. My inspiration would be PidginDoll's design, because he makes fabulous outfits and makeup looks for all bodies, genders and races, but I'll keep the 'goth' (it's not goth, it's just a little bit alt, mostly skulls) theme.
Blue accents like makeup would work great with her brown skin and would reference Vox.
Vox:
I genuinely think he has the best design in the entirety of the show, I would barely change anything. His outfit is similar to Alastor who he is trying to imitate, but he wears a tail suit, which is way more formal and elegant than any other suit, trying to showing he is a better, modern version of Alastor. I've seen some people got rid of his hat and gave him a tail made out a cord for fun, but other than that his design is good. Not too much details and not too little, tells us a lot about the character.
Maybe less stripes, because apparently Viv loves zebras or something. /hj
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kapriisunz · 7 months
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CLOWN THRONE & BALLOONS | LA!Buggy x fem!reader
Summary; You like kneeling for Buggy while he’s on his silly chair.
Warnings; Descriptions of Buggy being hot on said chair, fucking Buggy on said chair; Oral (m receiving), p in’ v, fem terms, you ride until you die.
LIVE ACTION ONE PIECE SPOILERS
A/N; FanFic writers please hurry on this I need this man carnally. Gotta smash the clown fear out of me. Also I’m not a fanfic writer but we need someone to jumpstart it, so if this isn’t up to your standard: my bad, I’ve never written and published before especially NSFW.
p.s: If it gets out that the actor doesn’t like his portrayal to be used in this type of way, I’ll be deleting this out of respect. Until then, Enjoy.
Masc!reader here! <- not made yet.
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Under a harsh spotlight that only lights a tiny portion of the carnival tent, you’re kneeling in front of your captain. Right, in between his legs, with your head resting dangerously on his thigh, staring up at him.
Buggy had laughed Cabaji out of the tent when he had reported back from Shells town all before you came in.
He’s ‘relaxed’ on the wooden carnival chair, his hat hanging from on top of the back bar of the seat, with one of his legs propped up on the armrest and foot swinging lazily really helps encourage the imagination.
his brows crease his paint, shoulders are tense as he giggles at his speech.
Recounting the way Cabaji spoke of someone—and not him—had taken the Grand Line chart, you almost feel sorry for Cabaji.
The way Buggy speaks of this sounds as if he finds this amusing, you’re sure a part of him does but you can tell that he’s all but relaxed.
Buggy’s pride is flashy tales of himself, finding pure enjoyment from his endeavors so he can showcase them to the world. So, when some nobody ‘pirates’ haphazardly steal a map he planned to steal himself? He laughs.
But it seems all too forced.
"Captain?.." You ask.
He still wears his white and red striped bandanna however it does work as intended since you can still see fray blue hairs that linger around his face.
You wonder, if you asked, if could he put his blue hair into a ponytail. But you shake that thought away.
Buggy grumbles in thought, rubbing his forehead with his fingers, minding his clown paint. You frown at the sight of him and gently stroke his thighs in an attempt to soothe him. 
“What will we do?” His eyes snap down at you, sending a thrilling chill down your spine. He giggled, almost too giddy for this situation.
He hums while cocking his head down at you and grinning mockingly. He sits upright, putting his leg down with a loud thud, trapping you in between him, and making your breath hitch.
“The map is mine.” He states tucking a fray hair behind your ear causing you to try and lean into his hand.
However, he snaps his gloved hand to your chin, pulling your face and bringing you closer to him. The wood floor creaks and your knees are a little chafed from kneeling for too long, but you pay no mind- too focused on Buggy and how his face is ever so close to yours. Your noses almost touching.
“And I’m gonna get it back.” He brushes his thumb over your lip, smudging your clown makeup to the side, making you nod up and down at his own words. “No matter who I have to kill.” He lets you go, pulling back against the chair again, you let out a breathy sigh you didn’t know you were holding in.
You can tell that he’s stressed, that he’s angry since he spent months planning only for it to be for nothing.
A light bulb lights above your head.
Looking around the tent, you and your captain are the only people present as the other ‘freaks’ of your crew must be perfecting their ‘performance’ or taking care of the ‘audience’.
You muster the guts to carry on rubbing his thighs while gradually moving your hands upward along him.
You again place your head on his thigh while feigning innocence. You feel up the striped tunic and then tug at the hem of his pants. He swiftly grips your wrist and causes your breath to catch.
“What are you doing?” He eyes you.
“I..want to make you happy,” You continue, trying your best to not show how worried you are, worried that you step a bit too close to danger with your intentions.
He bends forward and looks at you in the eye. His stare makes you even more nervous, aren’t able to determine if he is angered by what you are doing from the stoic way he stares.
You’re about to apologize but to your surprise, he presses a kiss to your wrist almost too affectionate.
He lets go of your hand and grabs the back of your head, pulling you into one kiss. You let out a moan, heat rising to your face both in shock and rosemary-colored lust. He pauses to look at your face, his hand entangled into your hair with a vice grip.
“You want to take care of your captain?”
He asks tightening the grip on your hair and making you bite back another moan, but you nod on your own this time.
He leans back casually, chuckling at the sight of you. His red paint had smeared over your mouth, you must look stupid, pathetic even: You knelt in front of him hair ruffled and face paint mucky but he found humor in your messy appearance.
“Show me,” Buggy purrs with a wave of his hand for you to continue, a lustful glint in his eye, you nod.
You’re now set on a mission, and that mission is to give your jolly captain the most mind-numbing head. And maybe more if you’re lucky
With his consent, you continue with newfound courage, you unlace his tan trousers as he spreads his legs for you, giving you more room.
Your heart pounds against your chest.
You want to please your captain.
You glide your hand down and graze his crotch, a prominent bulge in his pants all while he watches, hissing at your touch.
Finally, you pull his pants and underwear down to his mid-thigh, his cock throbs against his abdomen.
Buggy, who still has a hand in your hair, tugs you closer, nervously you take his heavy cock into your hand and give an experimental stroke.
With a flat tongue, you follow a long vein, giving a lengthy lick from the underside of his shaft to the pinkish tip, his chest is heavy as he breathes, trying not to roll his head back and keep his eyes on you.
He wants to watch you do this.
“Such a good girl..”
Needing more praise from your flashy clown captain you continue.
Your mouth is on the mushroom tip as you suck down, taking him halfway to not trigger a gag reflex.
You clench your thighs together at the groan he makes desperate for any friction, you bob your head on his cock while giving rough strokes on the part you can’t fully take.
However, Buggy forcibly pulls your head down on him making you grab his thighs and gag slightly, he waits only a moment for you to recover, your nose buried into his bunched tunic.
You give him a light tap and he has you moving your head again along his cock, you slowly learn to breathe out your nose and hollow your cheeks as you take him.
You’ll most likely have a sore throat after this.
Your eyes tear up a bit as you take him, his dick hits the back of your throat rhythmically and ruthlessly. Letting you moan around him, and making him buck his hips at the sensation.
“Fuck . . . you’re doing so well,”
Fuck, you want him to talk more, you’re positive that your nails have dug into him as you feel a shock of arousal pulse through your cunt.
You need relief, and Buggy notices that.
He pulls your head off him, a long string of saliva from your mouth to his dick. He pulls you up by the collar of your shirt to make you hover in his lap. Your knees are now on either side of him.
He wastes no time though, a hand under your skirt and a long drag of his fingers from your cunt to your clit over your panties.
You instinctively cry out, but Buggy is quickly on you, drowning out your moan. The kiss is sloppy, but you and he don’t mind.
“You’ll need to be quiet, you don’t want someone from the crew to get curious about the beautiful noise coming from here.” All you can do is nod, and try to not make much noise by biting your lip.
He’s experienced but rough with the circles he rubs on your clothed clit. He pulls your panties to the side but frustratingly rips them and throws them to the side-, and checks how slick you are with another long stripe.
You’re unsurprisingly ready without much touching from his end which he smirks at, he places his gloved hands-that have damp fingertips- on the divot of your hips.
You place your own hands on his shoulders the fur of his coat nestled between your fingers as you grip it.
You slowly lower yourself onto his cock, the pink leaky tip at the entrance of your cunt, you can feel it already throbbing.
You are about to fully go down but Buggy beats you to it, a bit impatient he bucks his hips up into you. Your legs around his thighs tense and shake at the sudden intrusion, keeping his words in mind you bite your lip, and you bite hard.
He groans at how tight and warm you are.
He begins to bounce you up and down, and once you follow the rhythm you’re both panting and groaning, hard to stop yourself from doing so when take the opportunity to explore your body.
His gloved hands tail all over your figure, teasing your chest through your shirt.
You take the time as well, to gaze at him, every part of him and then, you decide that; you want to bite his neck.
And you do.
He’s caught by surprise when you pull his ascot to bite and suck on his neck, so much so that he gives you a whiny moan when you do so.
At the noise, you feel your walls clench around him, making him hiss and buck his hips up into your sopping pussy.
Determined to have his dick mold your cunt in his shape you start to move faster and deeper, still leaving purple and red marks along his neck -and clown paint, at least you aren’t the only one who looks stupid now.
You can feel the build-up in the pit of your stomach, a tight coil forms ready to snap at one extreme movement.
Buggy’s also close having the same overwhelming feeling.
He enjoys having you rubbed up against him, your teeth biting at his neck trying so hard to keep your mewls down but they’re right in his ear.
Throughout this, he wasn’t ever suspecting to have you at his feet licking stripes on his dick nor have your slick tight pussy bouncing on him and dirtying his clothes, and to be fair he’s quite enjoying himself.
He’s a goner once he hears the next moan.
“Buggy. . .”
Fuck, your whine did something.
However he doesn’t want to cum before you do, so he holds back for just a bit so he can tail his hand in between the both of you to map tight circles on your clit.
Now your body trembles as the coil in your stomach snaps in half, and your walls clench around him
He finally lets himself roll his head back, muttering intangible swears, riding his hips up into you, his whole body tenses.
His cum jerks into your spasming pussy, you whine at the feeling too dazed to worry about any repercussions of this.
He rocks your hips along him, riding out the final moments of your orgasm before slumping back on the chair.
Both of you are breathing heavily, but you find that your ‘mission’ was a outstanding success as you see a genuinely but hazy grin from your now completely relaxed captain.
Maybe those nobodies stealing the map weren’t so bad.
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japhers · 4 months
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A glassmaker of decent renown!
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Two illustrations of Chartreuse Floriando- a rather tall man with an aquiline nose, green eyes, short slicked-back black hair and trimmed beard.
The first has him inside what seems to be a cathedral underwater, with stained glass windows blurred behind him- his frilly blouse floating around him, a thick black choker around his neck, and his reflection on the water's surface above him.
The second image shows four types of his work clothing- his glassmaker's attire with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a leather apron over a pale blue striped blouse- fastened at the collar with a green ribbon choker and a cameo brooch, thick leather gloves, a black corset, black culottes and sharp black leather shoes;
his electrician's attire, with a denim newsboy cap, chunky goggles, and denim coveralls with rolled-up pant legs, all worn over a green blouse with a black neck bow, long green rubber gloves, and the same sharp black leather shoes from earlier, one hand carrying a rusty toolbox;
his welder's attire consisting of a large welding mask, grimy white knitted gloves, a thick striped salmon pink blouse, overalls with the pant legs rolled up and thick, black, boxy, leather work boots;
and finally his formal meeting attire consisting of a black velvet tophat, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a bright green cravat fastened with a gold and emerald brooch, a black double-breasted long coat with a capelet attachment over the shoulders and two rows of golden buttons, sharp black leather shoes, a black cane with a silver handle, as well as an olive green suitcase with brass handles and fasteners.
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floralsandthesauce · 7 months
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Clown Acrobatics
Live Action Buggy the Clown
First time meeting Buggy it was your “audition” or desire to be apart of his circus pirate crew
You dressed the part in a bustier beaded with small red gems and fishnet tights, something that would catch anyone’s eyes You wanted his eyes, the crazed yet a soothing blue ocean The finishing touch was the clown makeup that adorned your face, you would be his pirate queen
After all, imitation is the best form of flattery You did acrobatics stunts all your life in the town square getting extra coin here and there and figured you’d be good enough to join Captain Buggy the Clown’s crew when he once gave you a golden coin in your tin cup And there you stood in the middle of the circus big top ring, a single spot light on you, the glittering gems sending little spots of light across the striped tent Your heart pounded but not from nerves, from being under his eye Buggy sat upon his large chair, legs spread, elbows on his knees, focused but eyes wide He watched your entire show of handstands, backbends, splits and finally precision knife throwing with a seemingly bored expression Three of your knives now surrounded Buggy’s head on his throne For your final act you cartwheeled close to the clown prince chair and then high kicked his hat right off his head and did a backwards roundoff landing in a split Buggy’s the clowns hat landed atop your head and a huge smile graced your lips Buggy’s crew stood up in a roaring applause and you stood up bowing to them Buggy held his hand up and the crew was silenced “You wanna join my crew hm?” He asked inquisitively leaning forward, “Pretty girl like you, don’t look like you’re wanting anything but a pampered life with a rich man.” You kick the dirt with your boot, “I was figuring you’d do that for me.” He burst out with a laughter that echoed around the tent, his crew also laughed
Then he held his hands up again and silenced them He wiggled his white gloved finger for you to come hither and you blushed approaching him He sat up straight and patted his knee In your head you were screaming like a schoolgirl But you kept cool and took a seat on his thigh crossing one leg over the over His hand tapped on your knee lethargically “Why do you wanna be on my crew? And don’t lie,” He said tapping your nose with his free hand You went further and put your head on his shoulder and batted your lashes
“Well… I wanna be your girl. Isn’t it obvious?” • A large grin stretched across his face as he shared your batting lashes • “You think you can handle being my girl?” He wondered • You let yourself think on it, your fingers swirling the long blue feathers on the ends of his hat • “I figured it gets lonely around here, you could use someone to help entertain you. Think I’ll do an ok job.” • Something twinkled in his eye, then they floated up to his hat resting upon your head • “One thing about me sweetheart,” He began leaning into you, the red nose touching yours, “I wear the hat in this relationship.” • He snatched his hat off of your head and you giggled hysterically • His hand wrapped around your waist and hoisted you up onto his hip, “Men! We have a new member!” • His men erupted in cheers and you held onto Buggy as his crew knew he was fond of the acrobatic girl in the town square
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rrat-king · 11 days
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some Bad Girls accesory headcannons:
adaine
doesn't need glasses but wears blue light ones because the light gives her migraines. the glasses are round silver wire frames that she has broken and cast mending on too many times
she loses her glasses constantly so gorgug made her a glasses chain so they can just hang when she's not wearing them. it has little star charms and blue and silver beads
it's my hc that adaine didn't actually give kristen her pinky back, keeping the philange instead so she has the bone on a little necklace she wears. its morbid but sweet.
she has a leather book holster that ayda made her after she complimented her's so that they are matching. keeps her spellbook in it
has three bracelets from kristen: a red rubber 'vote for applebees' bracelet as well as two woven friendship bracelets, a purple and blue chevron as well as a orange white and blue striped
elf ears are... so stupidly sensitive so she has a hard time wearing earings but she does steal fig's ear cuffs a lot
kristen
wears dog tags with jawbone's number as her emergency contact in case anything happens. he doesn't legally have custody but its a safe way of making sure he gets called over her parents
got her septum peirced with fig in leviathan, was originally a silver barbell but had to take it out when she realized the silver meant that tracker wouldn't kiss her, so wears a little golden hoop instead
has six trillion bracelets. most of them are friendship bracelets she's made herself, but she also has a rubber sig figs bracelet, a pony bead bracelet that says 'little shrimp' as well as a 'WWCD?' she made with her campaign rubbers
bad at wearing rings but has a number of them that she keeps on a carabiner that tracker got her (most of them found in the river while throwing rocks with riz. don't ask her why there are so many lost rings in the river she doesn't question it)
she got rid of her cross necklace after meeting helio but still has the saint necklace she got at first cornmunion. it's saint iree, patron saint of the lost harvest
fig
has one of gorthalaxes guitar picks as a necklace along with a million others
wears rings around her horns, most of which she makes herself but fabian gifted her a few of his that he doesn't wear cuz 'they interfere with my fighting, thank you' that are nice elven gold
has a matching septum with kristen as well as a million other peircings
she. loves. mixing. metals. she wears a million pieces of jewelry and they are all mishmashed but because none of it matches it works
constantly stealing her mom's earings. it drives sandra lynn crazy
hardcore believer in scrunchys over hairties. always has one either in her hair on on her wrist even they somewhat clash with her aesthetic.
wears compression gloves under her fingerless gloves to help with her joints swelling
has a million pins including: some of her mom's old band pins that she let her have, band pins of her own, kristen's campaign buttons as well as kipperlillys but she doodles over those, pins she's made herself out of bottle caps, a little tin skateboard pin gorgug made her, and a red compass pin that ayda gave her that belonged to one of the previous ayda's
(will make one for the boys eventually when i have time to come to terms with riz's new found accessory addiction this season)
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barbiedragon · 2 months
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Only the Moon Howls
The Boys: Homelander x fem!reader
Sweet and Spicy Bingo Collection
Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)
WC: 1.4 k 
Prompt: Marry Me for @sweetspicybingo
Warnings: Dub-con, stalking, voyeurism, obsessive tendencies, misogyny, masturbation, oral (m receiving), a smidge of daddy kink
You’ve been the one thing on Homelander’s mind, and finally he makes his move 
*comments/reblogs are appreciated
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He’s been watching you for a while. You attend almost every rally and event, clad in varying patterns of his suit. His favorite is the little red and white striped skirt you wear, the hem fanning around your usually bare knees. The thin blue shirt you wore clung to you like a second skin, allowing him to make out the shape of your breasts beneath it. The way your nipples pebbled when you approached him made his chest tighten. He could practically taste your arousal when his arm curled around your shoulder for the picture; he’s surprised he didn’t pop a hard-on on right there and then. But then again, he’s Homelander, the perfect picture of self-control. However, you are wearing his patience thin.
It was easy to find where you lived; he has his resources. He has spent many nights hovering in the night sky, stars dimly shining behind him as he watches and listens to you. Your sweet moans as your fingers plunge deep into your dripping pussy, the way your muscles clench around the digits before leaving a drenching mess behind. The way the pale moonlight bathes your bare skin is alluring. A weaker man would have crumbled by now. He longs to bury his head between your thighs or have you mount his face as he drowns in your mess, slurping you clean until you beg for mercy.
He shivers when he hears your breath catch in your throat, he can feel the heat enveloping your body as you orgasm, and he can hardly stand it. A growl vibrates deep in his chest and he fights the urge to burst through your apartment, to take you right there and then. To teach you a lesson. Only he should be allowed to touch you. His fingers curl into tight fists as the red light blazes in his eyes. It takes every ounce of his self-control to fly back to his penthouse and fist his cock so hard for a moment he believes his strength might tear it clean from his body.
It’s not love. It’s an all consuming lust, a deep burning need to make you his. He wants to come home to you every night as you fed him a homecooked meal before he fucks you on every surface until you’re an exhausted raw mess of nerves and trembling limbs. Until tears roll down your cheeks because you can’t take anymore until your clit is too sensitive for even the gentlest of touch. He knows he would treat you like a queen.
White hot fear prickles over your skin when you feel the hand clamp around your mouth. Your eyes widen as a muffled squeal falls from your lips. You can feel a swell press against the curve of your backside as tears gather in your eyes and bile burns in your throat. No, no, no, no….please, this can’t be happening. Homelander can hear your heart pounding in your chest.
“Shhh, I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart,” the deep voice purrs into your ear. The timbre of his tone is oddly comforting. Though in the moment, you believe he is going to hurt you.
“Please,” you whimper.
“I’m going to uncover your mouth, but you have to promise not to scream. If you do, I’ll be very mad,” he warns.
You nod, feeling slightly relieved when he uncovers your mouth. Your mind screams at you to run, but your body feels frozen in place. Limbs heavy and unmoveable. Shock rocks through you as Homelander moves into your line of sight; the same gloved hand that covered your mouth cups your cheek gently.
“Hello, sweetheart.” The smile that crosses his face makes you shiver, and your mouth goes dry. His thumb grazes across your soft flesh. You are unsure what to say as the feeling returns to your body, making your hands shake.
He gathers your trembling hands into his own, their size dwarfing yours. “Are you scared of me, princess? Here I was thinking you’d be happy to see me.”
You swallow hard. “I…thought you were trying to hurt me,” you whisper, growing brave enough to meet his gaze.
“I could never hurt you, princess. You’re far too special,” he coos.
Heat spreads across your cheeks before spurring deep in your belly. “I didn’t think you’d remember me. You must meet so many people.”
“None as special as you, princess. Forgive me. The plan seemed better in my head. It was meant to excite you, not frighten you.” The lie falls easily from his tongue. He gives his best contrite look, and you’re a goner.
You relax your posture, giving him a soft smile. “I think I can forgive Homelander. You’re my favorite, after all, and I know you’re a good man.”
How wrong you are, he thinks. He is the wolf lurking at her door, ready to tear Red Riding Hood in two. His smile widens, teeth bared, and still you think nothing of it. The better to eat you with, my dear. He could take you right here on the street, but his princess deserves better. His arm slips around your waist, pulling you close, and you're too star stark to care.
“Join me for dinner?”
“Oh yes, I would love that!”
He whisks you away, the city blurring beneath you as he lifts you into the sky. The wind whips at your cheeks as you cling tightly to him. Now you are in the wolf’s den, claws ready to dig in. His jaw aches to unhinge and devour you whole. He arranges for the in-house chef to bring the meal, effectively wining and dining you, allowing his hand to brush over the bare skin of your knee. He finds your giggles slightly irritating but enjoys the thought of his cock buried between your pretty glossed lips to make you shut the fuck up. You are blinded by adoration, drinking in his attention as you hover in a state of disbelief. You are having dinner with Homelander in his penthouse; how many can say they had the honor?
You welcome the warm, weighted kiss that lands on your lips. Your arms circle around his neck as he pulls you into his lap. You rub teasingly against his erection, feeling a wet spot form in your underwear.
“I’m gonna make you come so hard, princess,” he growls, his grip tightening around you.
He moves with inhuman speed, bending you over the dining table and quickly ridding you of your skirt and panties. He almost cums from the sight of the pristine white satin as he rips them down your legs, his innocent angel. His gloved hands spread your cheeks as the thoughts of claiming the tight pucker nestled between them swim through his mind. Not tonight, tonight he wants your sweet pussy and your pretty mouth. You hear the rustle of his belt as your fingers sprawl across the table. A soft moan escapes you as the blunt tip of his cock presses against your slick opening. You don’t care that he’s taking you raw.
The table rocks with each vigorous thrust, his hips snapping against the tender curve of your ass, a wet smack echoing in the wake. You clench around him as your legs begin to shake. His fingers dig into your hips as he hits his stride, pounding you until he feels the sweet explosion of release. You mewl happily while drenching his cock. It turns out Supe’s have a short refractory period because soon you’re on your knees as Homelander slaps his heavy, thick cock against your lips.
You eagerly part them, suckling on the dripping tip as you savor the salty beads. There’s a wild look in his blue eyes that should scare you, but instead, it only spurs you on as you deepthroat him. Your mouth aches, and your eyes water, but you bob your head and pleasure him.
“Such a good girl. Daddy’s sweet princess,” he groans, fisting his hand in your hair. That word makes your belly tighten and swirl with pleasure. You preen under his praise, then feel the warm spurt leak down your throat. You swallow every drop before sticking out your tongue so he can get confirmation.
“You taste so good, Daddy,” you purr, astonished that your fantasies have come to life.
His thumb traces around your swollen lips as a smile settles across his mouth. His sweet little lamb, all soft fur and tender flesh. He’s savored your taste and touch, unwilling to let you go. He wonders if his seed has already taken, eventually making you round with his child. He’ll do the honorable thing and marry you. He’ll make you his pretty little obedient wife—the all-American dream.
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could you do a drabble on bratty sub!jonathan crane? literally on my knees begging you to!!
ALL YOURS ───
jonathan crane ✧
ೃ⁀➷ “…I wanted it to leave a mark: that’s how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped…” — ’Marathon’, Louise Glück.
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pairing. sub!jonathan crane x reader
summary. jonathan’s been a brat all night. looks like you’ve got some taming to do…
warnings. swearing, p in v, unprotected sex, sextoys/use of dildo (m), oral sex (m), edgeplay, blindfold kink, brat-taming, degradation/insults, SMUT UNDER THE CUT! 
word count. 3.3k
a/n. anon this idea is genius i love it!!! also this was js supposed to be a blurb & now it’s got 3.3k words😭i apologize LMAO
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Entering your shared condo, you pushed Jonathan down to his knees, smack-dab on the wood in the middle of your living room. “What the fuck was that?” you questioned, yanking him by his silk tie to look up at you.
“What was what?” he retorted, pretending to be clueless despite the impish grin that snuck its way onto his plush lips. 
You slapped him, lacy black gloves scratching at his thin skin. “I’ve had enough of your bratty fucking behaviour tonight.”
“Then do something about it,” he challenged, piercing his baby blues into you through batted, thick lashes. 
“Oh,” you hummed, roughly undoing the silk tie from his neck, tugging his thin glasses off and wrapping the fabric around his eyeline, “I have every intention of doing so.”
Just an hour ago, you and Jonathan had been attending a GothamU charity gala. It was a nice night— save for the fact he spent all of it pushing your buttons, speaking over you, and brushing off your existence to the guests there. “My date?” he’d purr to them, “she’s just my teaching assistant.” 
You’d send him your tell-tale warning glares, and he’d stare blankly back at you, respond in his pettiest tone, and continue reducing you to his measly teaching assistant — which, publicly, was who you were to him, but behind closed doors, it was him, pleading on his knees to touch you, to at least catch a whiff of your addicting scent. The man would probably thank-you if you stepped on him and you adored every bit of it.
He was acting out. Some sort of naughty pseudo-revenge on you, making you seem so much smaller than everyone else; making people think he was the big bad wolf and you were his little lamb. 
Boy, would they be utterly fucking wrong. 
You pulled Jonathan up by the lapel, then shirked numerous clothing articles from his three-piece suit, leaving him in his dress pants. You did the same — not that he could tell — peeling off your lacy gala gloves and throwing them onto your wood credenza, sliding your panties off and decorating your couch with them carelessly. When your hands brushed past the fabric of his crotch, you heard his breath hitch, unable to tell what you were going to do to him with the makeshift blindfold on. 
Honestly, with the attitude he had that night? You intended to torture him ‘till there were heavy tears streaming down his face, the only words on his tongue being ones begging for release. 
You sunk to your knees, unzipping his thin pants and licking a stripe up his cock — still within his boxers, of course. You heard Jonathan choke, and, looking up at him, you could see him clench his jaw, lips bitten, hands trembling. 
But, y’know, the torture bit and all that. So you pressed your wet mouth to his clothed cock, hot tongue dragging across his length; everywhere he needed it most, but with him still shuddering pitifully beneath his boxers. The contact felt good, fuck, your tongue always made him feel good, but he needed more. 
You heard Jonathan moan; a whiny, drawn out barely-intelligible plea, because your mouth had soaked the fabric, making it stick to his needy cock. “Fuck, please,” he pleaded, hands fumbling around your shoulders before finding the crown of your head. You wrapped your mouth along his clothed erection, humming in delight at his begging, until: “just fucking suck me off already, please.”
Your mouth stopped their ministrations at once, and all that was left was your hot breath on his twitching dick. “Come again?” you drawled, affronted beyond belief at his audacity.
Jonathan didn’t respond; he knew he’d taken it too far. You got back up, and squeezed his face with your hand. “I didn’t think so,” you growled at him. “Speak like that again and so help me god, I will fuck you ‘till you’re so dumb you’ll be thrown into Arkham.”
He whimpered at the threat — how humiliating it would be to be trapped in the place he was chief of — while squirming under your touch; but you still felt his hard-on roar to life even needier than before, aching near your inner thigh. 
“Fuckin’ brat,” you whispered, thumb brushing over his pink bottom lip. His mouth opened immediately, and your finger dipped onto his tongue, trailing deeper until he gagged. 
You grinned at his appearance: long gone was the respectable, genius Dr. Crane- now, he was a flushed mess, lips parted as he panted hot, needy breaths, spit leaking down his chin onto his bare chest. Fuck, did he ever look good so undone for you. 
Even his tie had slipped slightly off his eyes, and you could see him blink blearily, sweet lashes kissing his high cheekbones and leaving small, teary drops. You tugged the fabric back in place, then dipped your hand into his wet boxers, gripping his thick length tightly and pulling out.
“Why should I make you feel good? Why waste my effort, when you’ll just forget everything, like the stupid little whore you are, huh?” 
He keened, holding back his hips from bucking into your hand. “I’m sorry,” he panted raggedly, disrespectful demeanor slipping away in favor of being your little pet, “I’m sorry for tonight—“
“It’s too late to say sorry.” you scolded darkly, other hand coming up to his hair to tug it back and reveal his sensitive adam’s apple. You licked at the spot, then traveled your tongue to just under his jaw, suckling at his pulse. 
You drew out a pathetic squeak from him at the action, and you chuckled against his warm skin. “I’ll be good for you,” he promised quickly, “I - I’ll be good for the rest of my life. So… so please,”
“‘Please’ what?” 
“Please use me,” he replied shamefully, tone warbling halfway at the vulgarity of the request. 
You smirked, then began slowly pumping his long length. Your hand was so tight against him it was like a suction, and he let out several choked moans at the slow friction. Your other hand left his hair, making his head fall limply on his chest, and you fondled his balls, teasing him at first with mere grazes of your fingertips on the flesh, before squeezing them roughly.
“You gonna come?” you asked in a hum when his knees started buckling. “You gonna come just like that, just with my hand?”
“Yes, m’gonna come - gonna come,” he groaned, bucking quickly into your hand as you stroked him faster. 
“So pathetic,” you sneered suddenly, dropping his needy cock and watching it bounce on his thigh before springing up against his abdomen again, “didn’t ask for permission. Looks like you’re forgetting your fucking manners.”
At your harsh words and denial of release, Jonathan’s bottom lip trembled, small sniffling sounds coming from him, and you rolled your eyes— the needy bastard was fucking crying. 
“M’sorry,” he cried out weakly, “‘m’sorry… just felt so good…”
You watched his tears drip from under the tie down his neck, his shoulders shaking, and you sighed, sinking down to your knees. He was crying, because he fucking knew what it did to you; that his helpless whines made all the right pulses pang in both your chest and your core; that you would give in.
So, you took him in your mouth, hand stroking the bottom of his shaft while your tongue teased and touched the rest; sticky mouth wrapped moistly around him. Unbeknownst to Jonathan, however, is that while you adored his cries, the desire to have him begging was stronger. Thus, your tongue was barely doing anything, just tentatively licking him, too short for him to lose himself, too fast for him not to get overstimulated. 
You felt him try to thrust into your mouth, but your free hand gripped his bare thigh tightly. “Don’t move a muscle,” you grunted, and continued by angrily smacking the back of his thigh with your open palm. 
Jonathan whimpered helplessly, planting himself firmly in place. With that, you’d set the stage: you left his cock for a moment, quickly sauntering to your bedroom, and pulling something out from a velvet drawstring pouch you kept in your nightstand…
You heard Jonathan cry out for you, devastated like he thought you were gonna leave him teased and needy like this all night — which, you couldn’t blame him, because you had done that before — but no, you weren’t, because you wanted to ruin Jonathan tonight; put him back in his place; remind him who exactly fucking owns him. 
When you returned to the living room, he was still standing in the exact same place, but his hands were gripping his thighs with deadly strength, more lustful tears streaming down his face. 
“So obedient for me,” you murmured in amusement, getting back on your knees and slipping his weeping cock into your mouth. He gasped, pathetic delight filling his groans at your reappearance as you suckled softly on him. 
Jonathan was halfway through a “thank you” before you brought your thick dildo to the seam of his ass. The sudden touch made him flinch, hips bucking up and shoving his cock harshly into your throat. 
You choked momentarily, and he panicked: “Oh god, m’sorry, m’so sorry,” he sobbed, mind going fuzzy and blank with your skillful tongue pleasuring him, the tip of your dildo teasing his back entrance.
You laughed around his length, not saying anything and merely sucking him off faster, now pressing the wet dildo tip into his puckered hole. The thought of it entering him made your cunt pulse — you’d turned it on back in the bedroom, intent on getting it wet with your spit so you didn’t torture Jonathan too much, but instead couldn’t resist filling yourself. You’d bounced on the fat thing for a few moments, till it was completely soaked in your wetness, your back arching, cunt itching for release. 
Jonathan cried out from the sharp stretch in his hole, and you soothed him with a low hush, slowing your onslaught of pleasure on his cock so he could breathe. Once you heard a strained moan leave his lips, one that was much more desperate, much more raspy, you continued in sucking him off, wedging the rest of the dildo’s length into his tight hole. 
“If you come before I let you,” you warned when you felt Jonathan’s thighs clench, his breath catching in his throat and his moans going pitchy, “I won’t fuck you for a month.”
“A month?!” Jonathan questioned with a yelp, which dissolved into a moan when his hole clenched around the dildo’s silicone. “Fuck, hnngh, please, I can’t -- I needa come, but… a month?”
“A month. So be a good little whore, and don’t let go ‘till I tell you to.”
Jonathan whined, but his signs of release faded away, and you rubbed his hip approvingly. You pulled away for a final time, and dragged him by the arm to your couch. 
He almost tripped, legs trembling at the pleasure the dildo was sending up his body as it filled him, and it got worse from there: you slipped off his blindfold, and pushed him to sit on the cushy furniture. The dildo pushed that much deeper into his hole, brushing against his prostate and making him choke, before you climbed onto his lap and lined up his leaking head to your entrance. 
Jonathan couldn’t help the amalgamation of an overstimulated cry and loud moan that tore out of him: how could he, with the dildo’s fat cockhead flush against his prostate, your plush folds teasing his thoroughly-edged cock, and the withstanding rule not to come. 
You gazed softly into his watery blue eyes, which were red-rimmed and lined with pitiful tears. They were silently begging you to let him release, every fiber of his being wanting nothing more but to feel that familiar current run through him at last. 
His cheeks were flushed pink, lips bitten between the teeth; expression utterly wrecked, utterly desperate, utterly yours. He knew, just as well as you did, how much he fucking belonged to you: he would let you put a goddamn leash and collar around his neck if you just asked. 
Then, you pushed yourself up by the knees and hovered over his cock. You watched his face the whole time you sank down: his face screwed together when his tip peeked into your hole, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull when your took him halfway, his mouth opened and his spit-slicked tongue hung out of it when you bottomed out. 
“You’re so - tight,” he observed gingerly with a whimper. His gaze was glassy, heated mewls leaving his lips; the only thing on Jonathan’s mind was pleasure, every coherent or intelligent thought leaving him in favor of the primal need to orgasm.
You bit down your moan, your hands resting on both of Jonathan’s bare shoulders, kneading them softly. “Tight for you, baby. All tight for your good fucking cock.” you cursed huskily, and you felt Jonathan’s cock swell at your praise. 
His hands snaked up to your waist, hesitantly holding you, but when you didn’t protest nor scold him and instead lifted yourself up again to bounce down on his erect cock, Jonathan touched you feverishly, like he would never get enough of your skin on his. 
“Can - can I…” Jonathan started quietly, getting cut off by his own effeminate whine when you grinded down on him. “Can I -- ah -- touch your tits? Please?”
You smiled, finally content with his politeness (as well as the sweet sounds of his moans), “Go ahead, baby. Play with m’fucking tits.”
Jonathan smiled too, but it was so fucking happy he looked pathetic, eyes dilated like a kid on christmas just because you conceded one of his requests. His hands pulled your dress off your head, and you shuddered in the cold - as well as how easy it was for your legs to widen with the fabric gone, your body splitting on instinct to greedily pull in more of his length. 
He then groped your perky chest, tweaking your nipples every so often, practically salivating over the fat flesh of your breasts. He was so encapsulated with touching every inch of you that constant groans were leaving your mouth, sliding his cock in and out of your leaking hole faster. 
“So soft,” he groaned, amazement dripping off his every word. “Feels s’good, so sweet.”
“Yeah,” you panted, rolling your hips into his own and making his back arch, “you love m’tits so much, huh?”
“Love you,” he whimpered, obviously too fucked out to comprehend the connotations of his words, but you couldn’t resist pressing an adoring kiss to his lips anyways. 
Then you could clearly feel the pleasure in your insides building now, like rope twisting around your lower body, especially with the way Jonathan’s curved cock deliciously rubbed the entrance of your cervix with each bob. 
Then, you pried one of Jonathan’s needy hands away from your tender breasts, making him whine momentarily before he saw where you were leading his long fingers: right to your puffy clit. 
“Touch me, my sweet pet, and I’ll make you come.” You promised, pressing him roughly against you. 
Jonathan nodded eagerly, and his skillful fingers began artfully playing with your clit, pinching the flesh lightly and furiously rubbing your wetness over the button. Your sounds of pleasure were affecting him, too: you felt his cock throb when his fingers touched you just right and made a breathless mewl leave you. You pressed your forehead against Jonathan’s own, reveling in how focused he was on making you feel good, and you let go. 
Your orgasm flowed over you, making your body twitch and jerk into Jonathan’s relentless touch, the pleasure taking you over completely and making you scream his name. “Oh, fuck, Jon, so good, good boy, you’re my good fucking boy…”
“M’all yours,” he agreed, obviously getting extremely close to the edge as your throbbing cunt clenched around his length. “Yours.”
You breathed haggardly as your high slipped away, your eyes blinking slowly and watching Jonathan helplessly try to get himself off without overstimulating and upsetting you. He wasn’t made to take control, you knew that, and his clueless, pitfiful attempts to do so while still trying to keep your favor made you frown, and slide up off him.
“Lay face down, knees tucked in, baby,” you grunted through a wince, his too-thick cockhead reminding you of the stinging stretch that had long faded away and been replaced with pleasure. 
Jonathan didn’t waste a second obeying your commands, his weeping cock resting on his inner thigh. Your fingers brushed past the base of the dildo still within him, its long length disappearing into his puffy, bloated hole, making him buck forward on his knees. 
“Can you come on this fake cock, pet? You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?” Your said from above him, hand splaying on his left ass cheek and slightly tugging at the flesh to see how full he really was. Spoiler alert: you couldn’t take that whole length in your cunt, much less your tight ass. 
“I’ll come if you tell me to,” Jonathan mewled back, wriggling his ass flirtatiously beneath your hands in some desperate attempt to get you to fuck him and make him release at last. 
You got down on your knees, eyeline direct to his hole, and you snickered mockingly at his eagerness. After pressing a harsh bite on his ass and branding him as yours, you began to fuck him with the fake cock, thrusting it’s length in and out of his ever-tightening asshole and spitting on it to moisten his walls. 
Jonatgan let out several quavering moans, feeling every inch of the dildo within him because of the position, and he drooled a handful of spit onto the couch at the pure pleasure being inflicted on him. It was slightly embarrassing to come because of this silicone object rather than your soaking wet cunt, but as you pounded the dildo into his hole and made it roughly kiss his prostate, Jonathan decided he didn’t care. 
“Come for me,” you demanded gruffly, plowing the dildo in and out of Jonathan’s aching ass, “come undone, baby, all for me.”
At your words, Jonathan -- having been thoroughly tamed at this point -- came, spurting his rich seed onto the couch and his chest, a few drops making their way to his face. He felt you continue to press the length of the dildo in his hole as he rode out his high, and it made for the sickest, bordering-on-painful stimulation. 
It still felt heavenly, though: being allowed to come was the highest privilege for him, because it meant you thought he was worthy. Also, because it satisfied the aching monster within him, the one that wanted so desperately to be roughly fucked and toyed with. 
At last, you slid the dildo out of his hole, admiring how stretched out and wide it made him, before getting up from your place on the floor and sliding onto the couch. You helped Jonathan sit upright and lay his back on the cushy object, your warm hand clasping his cheek gently. 
“All obedient for me now, are you?” you whispered lowly, tickling the bottom of his chin to meet your gaze. 
Jonathan licked his plump lips, “You own me… mistress.” The title sounded right at home on his lips— on both your lips, and you smirked. 
“I like the sound of that,” you purred, a renewed vigor entering your body. Your arms clasped around Jonathan’s bicep, and you pulled him forward while laying down, making him press his tired weight on top of you. “M’gonna use you however I fuckin’ want,” you said in his flushed ear, before lifting your legs up to wrap around your waist.
His eyes widened, “What are you—“
“Shh,” you cut him off softly, hand coming down to squeeze one of his balls tightly, “just listen to Mistress. This night’s far from over, pet.”
Jonathan groaned, eyes squeezIng shut and feeling his cock spring up once more. Fuck, he thought, and damn this horny cock of his; damn your insatiable appetite; damn how fucking good it felt to be yours. 
All yours. 
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thefloralmenace · 3 months
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I've advocated for the legitimacy and necessity of remaining anonymous in activism in previous posts, but today I'd like to illustrate for you how difficult it can be to create anonymity.
A couple people have also taken issue with my stance on "don't firebomb a Walmart," because they've interpreted that to mean that I don't believe in breaking the law (not true), and I think this example helps illustrate what I mean when I say "this is a surveillance society, and if you do something that big, you WILL be caught."
This is literally just from an episode of some crime show I caught: There was a string of bank robberies in the American Northwest (Washington/Oregon area I believe) that were attributed to a specific alt-right terrorist group that left a note with their symbol at each robbery. They were taking a stance against the American banking system (part of their beliefs were very anti-bank, anti-IRS, etc.) while gathering money for their group. They did this while in full masks, gloves, everything. One of the guys got convicted partially on the unique wear pattern on the seam of his denim jeans. He wore jeans to all the robberies. The seam of a pair of denim jeans wears uniquely on each pair, creating a band of white and blue stripes down the side. The police got him (fully covered and unidentifiable in any traditional way) on the bank camera, used an item in the bank that they measured the height of at the scene to get his height from the footage, figured out where the bands would fall on the jeans in-person, and then after they got probable cause from some other evidence (also fun - one of the other guys stood in a specific stance on camera that was taught in police academies in the 80's, narrowing down their search for members of the terrorist group who were cops during that time + their known associates), the police raided his house, found the jeans, and matched the pattern. That was a huge piece of evidence that helped convict that specific guy, who was hard to nail as the third man any other way.
You can be given away by the seam on your jeans, or the way you stand on camera.
So first of all, don't be part of an alt-right terrorist group because booo 👎. Second of all, don't do something like blowing up a Walmart as "a stand against capitalism" or robbing a bunch of banks as "a stand against the American banking system." Those systems are too big to be taken on in an acute way. If you think otherwise, please consider: Do you know the name of the guys who did these bank robberies? Do you know what the name of their organization is? If you do recognize either, did you learn about them anywhere other than a 30 minute show about crime? And most importantly, can you name something banks do as a result of these robberies that makes them better, more fair, or any less important to American life?
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      DORMLEADERS x gn reader
    『 riddle ,, leona ,, azul ,, kalim ,, vil ,, idia ,, malleus ,, gender neutral reader    』
  -> painting their nails to match their dorms ,, matching nails
  — fluff ,, sfw
  — just an idea that came to me :D feel free to request !! theyre open !! there are some slight movie references 🫵
- riddle
| • he was a bit reluctant at first to you painting his nails but agreed in the end
| • white black and red is the color scheme
| • on one hand ,, you have the card signs ;; diamond ,, spade ,, heart ,, club ,, and on the pinky is a 'j' for joker
| • on the other hand you have the different things from a familiar movie ,, a white rabbit ,, a crown ,, a cat ,, a little playing card ,, and a white heart on the pinky
| • riddle is quite amazed with your skills ,, enjoying the little ornaments and decorations painted on his nails
| • lord have mercy if someone saw yalls matching nails
| • cater would beam at them ,, and trey would find them cute
| • ace and deuce ,, however ,, have different reactions ,, but they dont really want to be collared so they happen to keep their mouths shut around riddle
| • but around you ,, theyre blabbing about it left and right ,, mainly ace but sometimes deuce chips in a bit
| • in the end ,, riddle enjoys matching with you in a sort of way
- azul
| • another thats reluctant to agree ,, after all he does have an image to uphold and who knows how the tweels will react if they notice
| • but he also gives in ,, noting the happy look on your face when he does
| • your color scheme is a lavender ,, dark grey and an off white color
| • on one hand ,, you paint little marine creatures ;; an octopus ,, an eel ,, a lobster ,, a random blue and yellow striped fish ,, and a tentacle on the pinky nail
| • the other hand consists of little items that happen to be associated with octavinelle ;; azul's contracts ,, jade's mushrooms ,, floyd's basketball (azul wasnt too happy abt it but he didnt say much)
| • though on the last two nails you added the mostro lounge logo and on the pinky you painted it lavender and added grey stripes
| • azul's quite glad he happens to have gloves because the last thing he needs is the tweels noticing the little things on his nails
| • but they notice anyways ,, and maybe you let it slip that you and azul are matching
| • lord have mercy for this man
- leona
| • he dont care ,, just huffs and tells you to do whatever if it makes you happy
| • he pretends to stay asleep during it ,, but he does like the feeling of your hands holding onto his ,, and maybe the thought of matching with you
| • he wont care for who sees it ,, if it makes you happy he'll happily comply with you
| • the scheme is a beige color ,, bright yellow orange ,, and a dark grey
| • on one hand you paint ;; a lion ,, a bone ,, a hyena (leona fusses abt it) ,, a wolf (he also fussed abt that) ,, and a star on the pinky
| • the other hand you kept simple and plain ,, adding a star on every other nail and stripes on the others
| • if anyone mentions your matching nails in a bad manner ,, he'll get on their case immediately ,, telling them to mind their own business
| • he'll gladly match nails with you again in the future though ,, he'll still fuss abt it but he enjoys it
- kalim
| • he happily agrees ! he wants to match nails ! hes so excited for it he can barely sit still as is
| • jamil at first offers to do it for you both but you deny him
| • your color scheme is red ,, black ,, and a gold color
| • on one hand you paint :: a desert ,, a snake ,, an elephant ,, kalim's flying carpet ,, and a black heart on the pinky
| • on the other hand you paint every other nail red and the rest black with gold stripes
| • he adores them ! hes so happy to match with you ,, adoring all the different drawings on them ,, in love with the color scheme
| • if anyone asks about them he'll gladly talk their ears off about how you did them and how they look so cool
- idia
| • you happened to ask him during a game ,, and he got surprised ,, stuttering at first before slowly agreeing to it
| • the color scheme is blue ,, and off white ,, and black
| • on one hand you paint :: cerebus ,, blue fire ,, pain and panic from a certain movie (hercules) ,, and a black heart on the pinky
| • on the other hand you paint every other nail blue and black ,, and add white flames with blue accents to the ones that are black ,, and white stripes to the black nails
| • he likes the nails ,, especially seeing cerebus on them ,, and the idea of matching
| • if ortho finds out his hair will be tinted pink as he tries to distract his brother from the fact that yall are matching nails
| • he loves it though ,, sometimes running his thumb over them and looking over the little designs
- vil
| • refuses ,, flat out refuses ,, he's not too confident in youe nail painting abilities and he doesnt bother to figure out whether theyre good or not
| • but after a bit of begging he'll sigh and give in ,, telling you not to mess up
| • your color scheme is white ,, a prussian blue ,, purple ,, bright red and black to match vils dorm outfit and the dorm itself
| • on one hand you paint :: a rose ,, a poison covered apple ,, an  arrow ,, a potion and a red heart on the pinky
| • so far vil is a bit intrigued at your abilities and lets you continue ,, giving another warning not to mess up
| • on the other hand you paint ever other hand red and the other blue ,, putting black stripes over the blue nails and on the red nails you paint white poison drips with a bit of purple tint
| • he likes them ,, theyre alright ,, not the best hes had but hes touched by the fact you both are matching
| • he offers to teach you how to paint nails better though ,, saying you could use it but nonetheless he's impressed at your abilities
| • when hes alone he gets all giddy about it but shhh ,, dont tell
- malleus
| • hes over the moon ,, you want to match nails with him ?? you want to paint his nails ?? oh ,, love for you ! love for you for a thousand years !! hes so happy ,, even his little fangs are showing when smiles widely at you
| • your color scheme is green ,, black ,, and an off white
| • on one hand you paint :: a dragon's head ,, a thorned flower ,, a bat (to resemble lilia) ,, a lightning bolt (for sebek) ,, and a sword (for silver)
| • on the other hand you paint every other nail green and the rest black ,, putting black stripes over the green nails and white stripes on the black nails ,, though on the pinky you put a black heart
| • hes so touched ,, seeing the little symbols ,, adoring the dragon head you put so much detail into
| • he wont show anyone unless they point them out
| • and of course ,, sebek does ,, astonished that his master has his nails painted
| • lilia is quick to join in with it ,, before he catches the little bat on one nail and decides to leave it be ,, smiling to himself
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theangrycomet-art · 29 days
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Danny gets Goggle and Hoodie Rights
ngl figuring out hot to draw Danny's stupid hair took years off my life but now that I've figure it out it's so damn easy
design notes:
Fenton "Civies" Attire
Space hoodie, customized himself with Sam (always wears it to try and explain away his random "chills" (Ghost Sense)
All ear piercings were done by Sam during his scene phase from middle school
compression glove on his left hand to help the nerve damage from the accident
Nasa shirts from target/space pun shirts
Phantom Jumpsuit
belt on the gloves because their a few sizes too large
spots on his arms to match his dad's, stripes to break up his colors when he's flying
no slip-grip boots, buckled around the top
looser pants, hidden zipper pockets
Hood and Goggle rights- though Danny rarely wears either (goggles tend to go on when he's fighting "grosser" ghosts
Skin with blue undertones to better reflect the photo-negative theme
Bonus with Danny's Jumpsuit Pre-Accident Comparison
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COMMISSIONS OPEN
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yorutenshi-riyugu · 6 months
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hey there! could i request luxiem reacting to their s/o cosplaying as them or one of their alter egos? :) thanks!♡♡
When You Cosplay As Them
Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader
Category: Fluff, slightly suggestive if you squint hard enough
Warning: Uhhhh slight cursing in Mysta’s, mentions of exposed chests and smol waists, pet names
Summary: If you’re braindead and didn’t understand the title, this is how the Luxiem members react to you cosplaying as them stoopid :)
A/N: thx for the requeeeeeeeeeeeeeest I wanna cosplay as shuey shu :3
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Vox Akuma
As you step out of the changing room, Vox’s eyes widened at the sight of you in the white suit and red shirt identical to his own. And just like his, your black and red hair was sprayed over your shoulders. You looked away from him, blushing, as you were worried about what his reaction would be. “Darling, don’t be shy, look at me.” Your beloved demon walked over and lifted your chin, making you face him. Your red eyeliners and golden lenses were displayed clearly for him to see. “Holy Riku Tazumi, you look so hot.” You felt your face heat up at his comments. Vox chuckled at your reaction and leaned in to peck you on your lips. “See? No need to be shy, you look stunning. I’ll have to take a photo later.”
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Mysta Rias
“HOLY SHIT-” Mysta’s lips were left agape, and his eyes got so wide when you walked into you and his shared bedroom wearing a cosplay of him. You were dressed in the orange patterned shirt, white pants, and the fox beret similar to his. You had one hand on your waist, the other lowering your orange sunglasses, showing him your turquoise lenses while slightly sticking your tongue out. Your cleavage was also slightly revealed by the orange shirt. Mysta was ready to just cross his arms over his chest and pass out right there. Why do you look so beautiful?? “So, what do you think?” Your question snapped Mysta out of his thoughts. Mysta lifted your taupe coloured hair to peck your forehead. “Absolutely perfect.”
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Luca Kaneshiro
What’s a cleavage? Your entire chest was exposed at this point. Luca’s face immediately heated up at the sight of you in the similar looking white striped suit, dark grey shirt, and fur coat. To be honest, both of you were way too flustered right now. Luca had never seen you wear such exposed clothes, and you never had worn any. “So uhhh… do you like it..?” Luca tried to keep his composure and lifted two thumbs up. “You look so poggers babe.” You chuckled “And you were so adorable just now” You walked over to him to squish his cheeks, causing him to become a blushing mess (not that he wasn’t already). “My cute golden retriever boy” Oh man what did you do to him?
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Ike Eveland
Ike leaned forward on his seat when you came out all cute looking in his cosplay. He felt like in heaven when he saw you in heels, fishnet gloves and the golden rimmed glasses. You even held a book and a quill pen by your side as props. You tucked away some of your grey-to-blue coloured hair while slightly blushing. “Heheh, your cosplay was kinda hard to put on. At least it looks good.” Dammit, how could you speak in such a sugar-coated voice while cosplaying as him? You were going to make Ike ascend. Ike walked over to you, and like the gentleman that he is, he took your hand and tenderly placed a peck on the knuckles while keeping eye contact with your golden lenses. “You look way more than good.”
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Shu Yamino
“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” And that was the hardest Shu had ever eyy-ed before, just from looking at you in his sorcerer cosplay. As soon as you showed Shu your cosplay, it was visible that Shu was looking at your small waist bound in the black corset. “Shuey, it’s not nice to stare~” You chuckled as you managed to snap your banana boi back to reality. “O-oh! S-sorry…” Shu could only sheepishly look away blushing upon getting caught staring at your waist. You pulled him closer by the arm, close enough for you to whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry pretty boy, I often stare at your snatched waist too.” Well if that did not bring the true flustered Shu out. Broski was standing there stuttering and everything. He’s too cute you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. “H-hey! Not funny! You’ll be paying back later when I get to hold your snatched waist all to myself!”
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margoshvets · 12 days
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Redesign / Alliance fit for Theron!
I was kinda sad that our husband didn't get a new design like our wife Lana did, so I decided to try to make something nice for him✨
Not that I don't like his original design. I just wanted to try something different.
(I got too tired drawing, so that's why he doesn't have a face XD)
I'll be describing some details of this design below if anyone is interested to read about them!
A little bit of warning. There is some headcanon / fanon stuff here, and, also, the opinion on some stuff is just my opinion, and you don't have to agree with me. Please don't be too harsh to me. I just wanted to have fun UwU
For the lower part of his body, I mostly got rid of a bunch of details, like the blue stripes on his pants, to make it simpler (in contrast with the upper part, which has some interesting stuff going on).
Got rid of those hanging things on his belt cuz they seemed pretty redundant, and I couldn't think of what they could be used for. Belt, in general, is more simplified. As a cherry on top, he now has the alliance symbol on it ✨
I added the metal thing, which I like to call "magnetic plate", on his right leg, and it's basically for carrying stuff like his datapad, keys, Eternal Fleet ashes, etc.
(I do remember seeing a similar thing in imperial designs, but I'm not sure what it's called)
Since he relies on tech a lot, he now has a fancy new toy - the glove on his left hand! Very useful thing for operating stuff and also hacking!
Remember that scene when we get our ship back, and Theron just presses something on his very regular glove? I always found it amusing. Not it will make more sense since he now actually has a suitable glove for this kind of action XD
[the scene in question]
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He now hides his blasters inside his jacket (hence the belts on his upper part).
The jacket is a pretty memorable part of his design. It looked really good with a yellow color, but it's hard to imagine him wearing a jacket that isn't red.
I have to admit that a lot of new stuff in that thing was added based only on my headcanons. Mostly because I wanted to add an interesting story to it.
(A little bit of explaining is in order) Theron is a chilly person; he often feels like it's cold even if the room temperature is normal. Tauntauns are also his favourite animals.
This jacked is a gift from a very dear person to him. They knew all that and that's why they gifted Theron a warm jacket made with Tauntaun's fur (no tauntaun was harmed in making this jacket).
That person is no longer alive, but he still holds on to this jacket like it's his second skin; it's very important to him.
Anyway, the white parts of the jacket are now fur. And the fur inside only extends to shoulders (having natural fur already sounds too expensive for a republic soldier salary it was bought with). It's still warm tho. Sleeves have fur only at the ends and have zippers so that they can be easily folded back.
This jacket also can be closed (sounds kinda pointless stating the obvious, but in comparison with his original jacket, to me at least, makes sense cuz I can hardly imagine the original one closing).
Almost forgot.
A turtleneck for Theron. It just makes sense.
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rorywritesjunk · 2 months
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Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
You decide to ask Buggy an important question but he has major doubts.
Rating: PG-13 just because of mentions of sex but nothing graphic at all. Warning: Insecure Buggy, mentions of an ex who was not nice to Buggy (no physical abuse, one mention of possible verbal abuse). There's a misunderstanding, there's tears, Buggy just isn't sure of anything. Mild angst. Lots of 'I love you's. A/N: A request from a lovely Anon wanting Buggy to be the one getting proposed to! This was sweet to write and I managed to get it done in one night. It just happened. And it was good to get it out of my system. Title comes from "Your Song" by Elton John.
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All you said to Buggy at breakfast that morning was for him to dress nice and meet you on the docks after the work was done for the day. It didn’t ring suspicious to him at all, you had been talking about having a date night for a while, one away from the crew, the ship, just the two of you at some little restaurant or cafe, whatever it was you were in the mood for. Lately it had been crepes but to Buggy, that was more breakfast food than dinner. 
So he did as you requested, even washing his face to refresh his makeup, making sure the bones on his forehead were perfect, the blue around his eyes the right amount of sparkly, and even made sure the red around his mouth was applied a little thicker than usual so he could cover your face with it when he kissed you (one of his favorite things to do). He made sure his clothes looked their best (a little grubby, maybe even a little bit of blood on the front) and perched his hat on his head, his long blue hair threaded to the top and coming off the sides; you said it reminded you of waterfalls when you first saw his hair that way and he brushed off his face turning red by insisting the sun was in his eyes, even though it was evening time inside a dimly lit pub.
You’d been together for three years now, the anniversary having been just two weeks ago. The two of you celebrated with a bottle of rum, no clothes, and the two of you spent the entire day together in the captain’s quarters. Buggy wondered if this was a followup to that, but you didn’t say anything about the anniversary this morning, just that you wanted to take him out. And he was fine with it, it was a nice break from the same ol’ food on the ship. 
He only waited a few minutes down at the docks when you showed up. To you, dressing nice was your performance clothing. Loose fitting black and gray striped pants, your black ankle high boots, and a snug fitting black vest with a dark red liner. Honestly, it was Buggy’s favorite thing to see you wear and his favorite thing to take off you.
“So, where are we going?” He asked as you walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You got me all dressed up and nowhere to go, love.”
“I’m taking you out, don’t fuss.” You told him as you took his gloved hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as you led him to the streets. He looked around as he followed you, taking in the sights, sounds, and smell of the town. It was like any port town, really, with the fishy smells, the movement of people, and the sounds of chattering all around. He caught a whiff of a particularly funky smell and he made a face, frowning at you as you walked.
“Where are you taking me?” He asked as you made a sudden turn down an alley. “Hope it smells better than where we just were.”
“It will.” You squeezed his hand to reassure him, glancing back with a grin. He trusted you, sure, but the alley was narrow, there were some doors, garbage, stored goods, nothing that really said romantic but at the same time, the two of you didn’t really fit the definition.
Hell, the two of you met at a bar years ago. He was drinking away his shattered heart while you were showing off your ability to swallow swords in front of a crowd, snatching handfuls of berry from the spectators and stuffing it down your shirt for safe keeping. He caught your eye right as you opened your mouth and tilted your head back, allowing the sword to safely slip down your throat. You gave him a wink as the hilt touched your lips.
He was in love and forgot all about whats-their-name.
And Buggy moves fast. He invited you to join his band of freaks while you were between his legs in his room, demonstrating your swallowing abilities in person. You called it an audition while he called it a first date. 
That was three and a half years ago. It took him six months to actually get the courage to ask if you wanted to be with him as a couple, no other hookups or things like that. Just you and him, because well, Buggy sometimes didn’t really know how to express his feelings and he didn’t know if he should just say he was in love with you or if that would come off too strong? Would it scare you off the ship and out of his life? And he got nervous when you didn’t respond, but he also chose the worst time to ask as you were practicing your technique with two swords this time, but your eyes were comically large as you stared at him in shock. 
You couldn’t really speak (Buggy thought from disgust but again, swords down your throat) so you just took his hand and gave it a squeeze to reassure him.
It felt like forever until you finally stopped in front of a door at the end of the alley. Buggy looked around, wondering where you two were, when you looked at him with a big smile and opened the door for him, gesturing for him to go in. He did so, straightening his hat before stepping over the threshold. 
The smell of something savory hit him almost immediately before the sounds of people cooking came next. The place was small, only a few tables, one of which was occupied already with a couple who were staring lovingly into each other’s eyes over candlelight. It was a little much. You led him to a table and pulled his chair out for him, still smiling as he sat down. This wasn’t really what he expected. White, wrought iron tables with doilies decorating the top. The chairs matched with pink seat cushions tied to them. Pink and white candles were lit in the middle, casting a warm glow at those seated at the table. Buggy looked over at you while a server came over with menus and water glasses for the two of you. 
“How… did you hear of this place?” He asked as he looked around while you took your seat. “It’s an interesting… choice.”
“Heard about it by chance.” You told him as you opened the menu. “Been craving crepes and they have good ones apparently.”
“That’s breakfast food.” He pointed out as he glanced over the menu. He’d just get something savory but have something sweet to take back to the ship. “You’re weird.”
“I love you too, Buggy.” You chuckled as you set the menu down, smiling at him from across the table. He tried to ignore you, hiding his blushing face behind the menu. Even after three years, he still wasn’t used to those words being directed at him. He said it back to you, of course, and showed you in different ways how he loved you, but you would just say it whenever you felt like it, catching him off guard, sometimes making him stumble over his words, but you meant it when you said it. 
When he finally set the menu down, you reached across the table for his hand. He let you hold it without much thought, your thumb brushing over his knuckles softly while your other hand reached into your pocket. Your smile looked a bit nervous now and he wondered what you were doing; your hand came up to the table with a small black box in it and he wondered what the hell was going on.
And then the box was opened, revealing a gold ring. Buggy leaned forward to get a better look at it, squinting in the candlelight. It was gold, he could see that, and the design almost looked like the blade of a sword with a stone where the hilt would be. He looked between you and the box, a frown appearing on his face as you took the ring out of the box and held it out to him.
“What the hell is that?” He asked, voice cracking nervously as you chuckled, looking just as nervous as him.
“I love you, Buggy.” You told him again. “And… and I saw this ring at our last stop and thought it would look so good on you, y’know? The stone reminded me of the color of your eyes and the design reminded me of us and and how we met… and I realized how much you mean to me and how great these last few years have been-”
“Is this a breakup ring?” He demanded angrily, jerking his hand back and knocking his water glass over. He pushed back from the table to avoid the spill. “Why the hell would you give that to me?! You should have just said something if you didn’t want to be with me!”
‘What? It’s, it’s not a breakup ring, that’s not a thing, Buggy!” You told him with a laugh; he glared at you, whether over the ring or the laugh, you weren’t sure, so you grabbed his hand once more. “Buggy, I’m asking you to marry me, you goof.”
Marry me.
Oh. So, not a breakup ring. Not that that’s a real thing anyway.
“Why?” He asked suspiciously.
“Why what, Buggy?”
He didn’t pull back this time, the glare turning into a perplexed expression as he looked across the table at you. Was this for real or some kind of joke? You never played a joke on him in the past, that wasn’t your thing. His ex did that sometimes: say something cruel to Buggy then claim it was just a joke, don’t be so sensitive, Bugs, geez when he would even look a bit upset. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“No?”
“It’s not funny.” He shook his head and pulled back, leaving his hand with you as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. The couple at the other table were holding hands and smiling at each other over the candlelight. It was kind of gross. “I’m not laughing.”
“Buggy, I promise it’s not a joke.” You insisted, the nervousness gone and replaced with concern. “I want to marry you, babe, really.”
He glanced over at you quickly before looking away again. It was hard not to think of it as a joke. Why would you want to marry him? You said you loved him all the time, whether it was waking him up with kisses and kind words, over breakfast when you brought him your coffee, after practices and performances, and always before, during, and after sex. But that didn’t mean you would want to marry him. He figured that was something that wouldn’t ever happen to him. 
You wanted him to know you loved him unconditionally, that the ring meant that, but his reaction to it wasn’t what you expected. You didn’t want to draw attention to him, noting that the kitchen seemed to get a bit quieter since you pulled the ring out and the server hadn’t come by yet. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to smile. 
“Do… you need to think about it?” You asked as you put the ring back in the box. “I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s… that’s okay. We probably should have talked about it before I sprung it on you.” You closed the box and stuck it back in your pocket before squeezing his hand once more. “Buggy, I’m sorry if I upset you.”
I’m sorry if I upset you. That… that was a phrase he wasn’t used to hearing until you came into his life. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before he turned to look back at you. He wanted to ignore the way your eyes glistened with tears as you picked the menu back up to look at it. 
“Why are you crying?” He asked. 
“Because I’m upset.” You told him with a sniff. “I’m upset that I… I made you uncomfortable.”
“Oh.” He waited a moment before saying, “D’you really want to marry me?”
You looked over the top of the menu with a nod and sniffle. “Really.”
“Really?” He didn’t sound convinced.
“Yes, really.” You said, lowering the menu and wiping at your eyes. “I am asking Captain Buggy the Clown, the Flashiest Fool I’ve ever met, for his hand in marriage. I want to marry you because I love you, Buggy.” You hesitated before reaching into your pocket and pulling the box back out. “I love you so much, you take such good care of me, of the rest of the freaks, and… I feel so lucky you chose me.”
He didn’t say anything as he straightened his hand out for you, wiggling his ring finger. You took the ring out of the box and watched him as you slowly slid it onto his finger. He pulled his hand back to look at it, tilting his hand in different ways to get the perfect view of the stone in the candlelight. Finally, he nodded, clearing his throat as he held his hand back over to you. 
“Y-Yes.” He said, voice catching, sounding just a bit higher before he cleared his throat again. “You can have the honor of marrying me.” 
“Yea?” A grin slowly started to spread across your face. “Really, Buggy? It’s a yes?”
“Well, it’s not a no.” He said with a shrug. “If you’ll have me, of course, baggage and all.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” You chuckled as you brought his hand closer, kissing the knuckle above his ring finger before looking up at him with a big smile. “I love you, Buggy, baggage and all.”
He couldn’t help but glance over at the couple. They were looking in your direction, having now heard some of the conversation. Buggy pulled his hand away from you and held his hand up, showing off the ring to them.
“Yea, I’m getting married. How ‘bout that?” He laughed. One of them looked expectantly at the other, who just scooted their chair away, looking uncomfortable. With a huff, the other stormed out, mumbling something about it’s been how long and that guy gets a ring? And well, Buggy felt pretty smug about that. Of the two couples in the place that night, two had a miscommunication but one got engaged. He glanced back over at you and leaned back in his chair. “So, when we doing it? When do you make an honest clown outta me?”
“Whenever you want, Buggy.” You smiled as he reached across the table for your hand. “I love you.”
“Yea, the ring makes it pretty clear that you do.” He replied as he took your hand in his. “We gotta get a matching one for your hand now, love. It’s naked without one.” 
“We can do that.” You assured him. He looked down at your hand in his, a smile appearing on his face as he looked at the ring once more.
“You really want to marry me?” He asked, needing that assurance from you once more.
You squeezed his hand gently. “I really do, Buggy. I promise.”
“Yea?”
“Yea.” 
“Okay.” He nodded as he glanced up at you, meeting your eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Buggy.” 
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romirola · 7 months
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Headcanons for the Shaw Pack’s Favorite Clothing Accessories
David: His gold wristwatch that was a gift from Gabe. The watch commemorated David officially taking on the role of Gabe’s beta.
Angel: Their sunglasses. No matter the weather, Angel optimistically wears their sunglasses (whether on their face or on their head) because they always love to be prepared for sunny, warm weather.  
Asher: A gold-and-blue striped necktie. Asher had purchased the tie in preparation for proposing to Babe. Since that plan didn’t go as he expected, Asher has decided to wear the tie to the wedding. 
Babe:  A pair of red jeans that Babe always wears on casual Fridays. Red jeans are not exactly what someone who knows them would expect, which is exactly why Babe incorporated the jeans into their wardrobe. It’s empowering for them to see how they pull off the bold look when they catch a glimpse in the mirror.
Milo: His plaid winter scarf. Marie knitted the scarf for Milo when he was young. He was much too small for the scarf at the time, but Marie promised that one day, he’d grow into the scarf. Now an adult who has come into his own, Milo wears the scarf proudly. 
Sweetheart: A green, zip-up, long-sleeve jacket that shows the D.U.M.P. logo embroidered on the front with “Dahlia Division” embroidered in white lettering on their sleeve. The jacket fits Sweetheart sharply, is super-duper comfortable, and acts as a little reminder that they are in a position to enact so much potential good. 
Darling: A Shaw Pack insignia pin Asher gave them after they attended their first pack meeting since returning to Dahlia. Darling takes care to move the pin to their messenger bag, hat, coat, or whatever they are wearing because they like to have that physical denotation that they belong to their pack. 
Sam: A pair of thick, brown work gloves Sam has had since he was human. It’s one of the few pieces of clothing from his time as a human that  (unintentionally) serve as blackout-clothing that protects his now-vampiric skin from the sun. 
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Gabe: His famous leather jacket. He wore it every chance he got. He was even wearing it the day he met his mate. 
Marie: Her yellow-and-black printed purse. It somehow goes with every outfit and holds absolutely anything and everything anyone around her could need. A pen? A snack? A bottle of water? Hand sanitizer? A safety pin? Marie’s got all of that and more inside this purse.
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beansprean · 2 years
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Bikie au nonsense~
(ID in alt and under cut)
ID: 1. Close up of Ed and Stede as modern day bikies. Visible between their heads, stalking angrily away, is Izzy, wearing dark grey jeans and a black tee shirt under a spiked leather. There is a large skull patch on the back with an x tattoo on the cheekbone with a patch above identifying him as “The Hand”. He is wearing one glove, has a wallet and chain in his back pocket, and has a snake tattoo winding around his right arm that turns into rope at his wrist, a barbed wire tattoo around his left bicep, and ‘daddy’ in cursive script on his right shoulder. In the foreground, Stede , wearing a bright blue leather jacket, glares after Izzy’s retreating back, cheeks puffed out in anger. Ed, wearing a spiked black leather jacket with aviator sunglasses pushed up onto his head, is turned to look at him, smiling easily as he says “Aw, don’t mind Izzy. He’s a pom, he can’t help it.”
2. Ed, in a purple tee shirt, usual tattoos, fingerless gloves, and lightwash jeans with a tino rangatingatanga belt buckle, stands casually with arms crossed as he gazes at Stede’s butt. He asks, “So, you know how to ride this thing?” Stede, wearing a bright blue leather jacket and cords, obliviously leans over his custom teal bike, which is covered in various stickers, has tassels hanging from the handles, and features a small wooden unicorn statue bolted to the headlight. Stede has one hand happily beeping the horn and the other absently turning the handlebar back and forth. Grinning to himself, he replies brightly, “Not at all!”
3. Black Pete and Lucius, as modern day bikies, stand together under a clear blue sky. Lucius, wearing a striped tee shirt, yellow kerchief, and cropped red leather jacket, leans toward Pete and squints at his face, asking, “Sooo, do you like, know a bunch of celebrities?” Pete squints back at him in confusion, dressed in a sleeveless tan shirt, roughed-up green denim vest, and gray helmet buckled under his chin. His helmet has an American flag sticker, a gold badge sticker that says “bad ass”, and a stylized sticker of blackbeards head, made of smoke, with two flaming eyes and a cross of bones behind him. Pete uncertainly replies, “…I’m from Mississippi.” Lucius bluntly admits, “I have no idea what that means.” /end ID
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stupidgalaxybrain · 1 year
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If there's one thing I'm proud of as an artist, it's the fact I'm a style chameleon. I decided to sit down and recreate 4 artists I really love, and who better to do it with than with the most varied character in the entire franchise: King Dedede! This isn't just for appreciation though, but a study on how other people translate DDD's design, since character design is a passion of mine!
Let's start with @miniiieevee!
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Oh my gosh their art is super great, and I think the most important part of getting the style right was the sparkles. I have never seen someone do highlights this way, and it's both super recognizable and super cute! For the King himself, we have a nice round beak, visibly blue eyes, a distinct head, pointed crown jewel, an undershirt, and stripes along the top of the belt. Like most of us, they use the (owo) kind of mouth and really fluff up the coat. Separate fingers can also show up for posing, following Spongebob physics. The stitching on the gloves and the little round eyebrows are another really cool touch! Out of all of the styles I looked at, this one has the most pastel colors.
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Next is @das-a-kirby-blog!
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Das-a-kirby-blog has such a cool variety in their work, from really shapey sketches to super abstracted color schemes, which while super amazing, didn't provide me the best ref material. The colors here are frankensteined from a few sources, so I hope they capture their actual base color palette. They go for the pin-shaped route for body shape, with the undershirt (though sometimes there's no under layer), typically black eyes, extra belt stripes, and a chunky diamond shaped crown jewel. My favorite touch is the cottonball on the crown. Like I said at the top, they excel at shapes in their art!
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Third is @jojo-schmo!
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I've been silently reading their roleswap comic, but I should've been loudly reading it because I super recommend it! I'd also say design wise their Dedede is the most unique! Besides myself they're the only one here to pick the kimono, they have a single blue stripe at the top of the belt, a triangular jewel, and the coolest element of the style, spirals! I've not seen anyone stylize the trim this way, and it's so cool in execution. Another unique element that really adds to certain expressions is the spiky teeth (which matches real life penguins! ...Don't look it up).
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Last but not least, @cosmicwhoreo!
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God, their art is everything. The flow of the lines is so clean and smooth and everything they draw is super expressive. Their Dedede is by far the hugest, and also marks the 4/5 DDDs with a separate head, and 3/5 with black eyes. We have the belt stripes, occasionally a shirt, and a smooth tear drop jewel, but a uniquely shaped crown band. This design sees a lot of influence from the anime unlike the others here, so the color scheme is the most unique.
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As a conclusion, it's really cool to see all the different design elements that we pick and choose for DDD. Some give him his smash outfit. Some people give him a body type closer to K64 or KATFL. Some people draw his eye color, or separate eyebrows, and others don't. There's no detail that's the same across every version, but they're all our lovable king. If you don't recognize one of these artists, check them out! I can only do a fraction of the incredible work they do, and let me know if there's any other characters or artists you'd like to see this exercise with!
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