#its not a cat her ears are shaped different i think

[suenoji]

a penny for my thoughts? abby anderson and that’s it

contains: blackfem!reader, established relationships, pwop, penetrative sex, abby uses a strap, daddy kink? (never, just a… term…), pet names (mama, baby), choking, it’s short and sweet

abby anderson is plaguing every bit of my mind. mmm — i decided to rewatch tlou2 only to see abby. ‘nnnnnn now i’m thinking of her preparing to leave jackson. she’s frantic,, almost. three weeks of separation makes her dream and yearn for you. she hasn’t even left yet. you’re two steps away from her, under the covers of the bed. naked, afro a mess. your foreheads slick with sweat, and if you move the wrong way, your whole body feels numb. your thighs stick together; she’s making it her goal to engrave her touches into you so they last the duration of her excursion. so when you think about her you have fresh material that’ll keep your panties wet. it pays to slowly enjoy the moments that don’t occur as often, and abby’s taking her time with you tonight.

she exasperatedly sits on the bed and falls back, discarding the plans isaac gave her, the papers scatter — a mere reflection of her thoughts. she can’t focus on plans and cleaning her guns, she’s too busy focusing on the mess you made on the strap. you’re still perked up and teasing her while she lays in bed. you stalk her movements, swift like a cat. if you had a tail it’d be up in the air swaying side to side. her eyes fixate on your upside down form as you hover a few inches above her, boobs resting on her hair “think i want some more abs, from the side this time.” you bat your lashes and make the mistake of rising up to your knees. she giggles, “easy, cowgirl-“ as you fall over with a soft thud to the sheets, stomach jerking, your clit’s still thumping, pussy still throbbing eliciting a soft whine. you feel the shape of her still fucking deep inside of you. that’s the condition she fucks you in to every time, but tonight just feels different. it’s a trance she wants to stay stuck in, it’s sticky and sweet, sweeter than honey — it’s you. sex with you makes life seem so simple. stress dissipates, orders are meaningless. the thought of leaving looms over her head. a dark, gray, spatial cloud follows her every step, stress and worry boom faintly in her ears. she feels her stomach twisting.

leaving Jackson sucks so bad. when she leaves, you make her feel bad about it too— as if it was her decision to leave you to romance clikers and all those other demons. juxtaposed to, innocent, pretty, light hearted, her pretty angel — you! she’s thinking about the moments you two have shared since she stepped into the room this evening.

your moans have been on rewind. she thinks about how she’s made had you cum over and over again on her fingers, on her tongue, on her dick. soft, and opaque, pink with a soft white substance coating its base and the black straps of it as she dug it so deep inside of you curating that mess.

“‘’m cummin’ ’” you’d mumbled, thighs quivering shut, “keep em open, mama, you look so pretty ‘n daddy won’t be back for a while, so let her enjoy it.” she still can’t believe she said that crazy shit.

“‘mmabbs , we’re not done yet right?.” you whine in her ear and she shoots up. every organ in her body ignites with lust. every nerve ticks with impatience. her fingers itch. situational lust, every situation where you have her like this. when you beg and insist for her to do as she pleases. your voice cups her ears and whisper endless affirmations. it’s dreamy.

she’s thinking of how you look when she grips your throat. your little pleas, dry; high pitched. your throat’ll vibrate, your eyes’ll roll to the back of your head and your precious fingers’ll grip onto her arms. they move up to feel the muscles, the ridges and dips of her skin. your pussy gets sloppier the harder she chokes you. pinned down to the matress so you can’t get away. it’s a fun feeling. you feel how hot she is, your lips so soft, saccharine. they fall into a frown, you want her take up all your space, you want her to fill you up. you’re hearing, vision, and mind feel fuzzy. it all feels like a dream, but dreams never feel this real.

“look at me, baby.” she lightly smacks your cheeks. the palm of her hand lightly plays at your cheeks till your eyes crack open. your turn your head to look back at abby as she taps you deeply from the side. “i am.” you whine. tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your legs tremble the harder abby’s thrust pick up. she picks up your right leg and grinds her hips up into you. your fingers dig into the blue velvet blanket she laid you on. the squelching gets louder and louder. she fucks you till your mouth drops open and whiny profanities wisp out. “it feels good, right there?” she asks, kissing your cheeks as one deep sigh rolls out of your mouth. she’s pounding that one soot over and over, you’re creamin’ all on her shit now. “you’re making a mess, does it feel that good?” she teases and nips your neck.

“yes…nghh— right there.” you drool it out and your legs spasm for the nth time. you slowly cum on her dick. grinding until you lost all feelings in your hip. she’s pop it out and tap it against your ass. “good girl. you should feel real tired, you gonna let me do some work now?” she rolls over and pins you with her body. “only of we can do it till bed time when you finish.” abby giggles, your concept of bed time doesn’t reflect hers, “mhm? and what’s your definition of “bedtime”?”

#abby anderson smut #abby tlou smut #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x black reader smut #abby tlou #abby anderson x black reader #abby anderson #abby x reader #abby x black reader

[sintiva]

— abby anderson!

abby has been plaguing every bit of my mind. mmm — i decided to rewatch tlou2 only to see abby.

‘nnnnnn now i’m thinking of her preparing to leave jackson. she’s frantic,, almost. three weeks of separation makes her dream and yearn for you. she hasn’t even left yet. you’re two steps away from her, under the covers of the bed. naked, afro a mess. your forehead’s slick with sweat, and if you move the wrong way, your whole body feels numb. your thighs stick together; she’s making it her goal to engrave her touches into you so they last the duration of her excursion. so when you think about her you have fresh material that’ll keep your panties wet. it pays to slowly enjoy the moments that don’t occur as often, and abby’s taking her time with you this evening.

she exasperatedly sits on the bed and falls back, discarding the plans isaac gave her, the papers scatter — a mere reflection of her thoughts. she can’t focus on plans and cleaning her guns, she’s too busy focusing on the mess you made on the strap. you’re still perked up and teasing her while she lays in bed. you stalk her movements, swift like a cat. if you had a tail it’d be up in the air swaying side to side. her eyes fixate on your upside down form as you hover a few inches above her, boobs resting on her hair “‘think i want some more abs, but from the side this time.” you bat your lashes and make the mistake of rising up to your knees. she giggles, “easy, cowgirl-“ as you fall over with a soft thud to the sheets, stomach jerking, your clit’s still thumping, pussy still throbbing eliciting a soft whine. you feel the shape of her still fucking deep inside of you. that’s the condition she fucks you in to every time, but tonight just feels different. it’s a trance she wants to stay stuck in, it’s sticky and sweet, sweeter than honey — it’s you. sex with you makes life seem so simple. stress dissipates, orders are meaningless. the thought of leaving looms over her head. a dark, gray, spatial cloud follows her every step, stress and worry boom faintly in her ears like a storm. she feels her stomach twisting.

leaving Jackson sucks so bad. when she leaves, you make her feel bad about it too— as if it was her decision to leave you to go and romance clikers and all those other demons. juxtaposed to, innocent, pretty, light hearted, her pretty angel — you! she’s thinking about the moments you two have shared since she stepped into the room this evening.

your moans have been on rewind. she thinks about how she’s made had you cum over and over again on her fingers, on her tongue, on her dick. soft, and opaque, pink with a soft white substance coating its base and the black straps of it as she dug it so deep inside of you curating that mess.

“‘’m cummin’ ’” you’d mumbled, thighs quivering shut, “keep em open, mama, you look so pretty ‘n daddy won’t be back for a while, so let her enjoy it.” she still can’t believe she said that crazy shit.

“‘mmabbs , we’re not done yet right?.” you whine in her ear and she shoots up. every organ in her body ignites with lust. every nerve ticks with impatience. her fingers itch. situational lust, every situation where you have her like this. when you beg and insist for her to do as she pleases. your voice cups her ears and whisper endless affirmations. it’s dreamy. it all feels like a dream, but this is very much real.

she’s thinking of how you look when she grips your throat. your little pleas, dry; high pitched. your throat’ll vibrate, your eyes’ll roll to the back of your head and your precious fingers’ll grip onto her arms. they move up to feel the muscles, the ridges and dips of her skin. your pussy gets sloppier the harder she chokes you. pinned down to the matress so you can’t get away. it’s a fun feeling. you feel how hot she is against your body. when your lips meet yours their so soft, saccharine. they fall into a frown, you want her take up all your space, you want her to fill you up. you’re hearing, vision, and mind feel have fallen victim to a delicate haze.

“look at me, baby.” she lightly smacks your cheeks. the palm of her hand lightly plays at your cheeks till your eyes crack open. your turn your head to look back at her as she taps you deeply from the side. “i am.” you whine. tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your legs tremble the harder abby’s thrust pick up. she picks up your right leg and grinds her hips up into you. your fingers dig into the blue velvet blanket she laid you on. the squelching gets louder and louder. she fucks you till your mouth drops open and whiny profanities wisp out. “you want it like this, mama?” she asks, kissing your cheeks as one deep sigh rolls out of your mouth. she’s pounding into that one spot over and over, “mmhm, jus’ like that.”, you’re creamin’ all on her shit now. you’re fingers dig into her skin, and it take so much out of her to fuck you how you need it. you like it rough, you never say that, but the sounds your pussy makes tells everything. “you’re making a mess, does it feel that good?” she teases and nips your neck. she sucks on the back of your neck until dark red marks decorate her beautiful brown canvas.

“yes…nghh— right there.” you drool it out and your legs spasm for the nth time. you slowly cum on her dick. grinding until you lost all feelings in your hip. she’d pop it out and tap it against your ass. “good girl. you should feel real tired, you gonna let me do some work now?” she rolls over and pins you with her body. “only of we can do it till bed time when you finish.” abby giggles, your concept of bed time doesn’t reflect hers, “yeah? and what’s your definition of “bedtime”?”

#abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson tlou2 #abby x black reader #abby anderson x black reader #abby x black reader smut #abby anderson smut #abby x reader #abby x reader smut

[letsgetsinfulbaby]

Gluttony!

Erios - I feel like Erios didn't really have anything "alien" going for them, their final designs feel very watered down compared to their original concept art. What I decided on for the first concept was to stick closely to the in-comic design but change the nose and go with the concept idea of shorter eyebrows and odd marking/ridges on their face. I tried to follow what would go along with their eye/nose ridge line, using yellow to compliment their green complexion and theme. Along with a center forehead marking reminiscent of the center nostril line in their concept, going with the idea of a possible leftover from evolution. I also wanted a more asymmetric shape/idea for them so I removed the little bit of hair on the side to make it a bit more flat. On the second concept, I went with the more alien idea of the third eye and strange nose ridges from the cannon version. I feel like these are a good middle of the concept and the current, I made an attempt as a third nostril and second mouth but I couldn't seem to make it work. I also elongated their neck.

Tylo - Tylo was a bit more difficult due to the fact that the only reference to a different design was a simple thumbnail sketch with them having four eyes and more bull-like horns. I went with that idea for the first designs but instead of four eyes, I kept the eyebrows from the original concept. Wanting a more cosmic alien than the regular human alien we see with some of the hosts, I gave her slightly shorter hands and fingers along with giving her four fingers and the center finger being larger and having a longer claw on it. I expanded on the ombre idea she has on her face and included it throughout her body like on her limbs, I also wanted to be reminiscent of the fur patterns cats can have. For her second design wanted a more dramatic look and combined the horns in the sketch and the horns she has now making it look almost like a crown of sorts or a sort of bug as her in cannon horns look reminiscent of some kind of beetle with the mushrooms looking like eyes. They both have a nose marking that I like to think would be inverted but the texture of the underside of mushrooms, the gills I think is what its called? I wanted the ears to look a little less like oddly pointed cones and look just a bit more interesting. I got the idea of making her hair look reminiscent of fungi called Lion's Mane Mushroom, something I think is fitting for a demon inspired by cats and snakes. I'm hoping we are given more of a reason as to why it is she has literally mushrooms growing on her head so that in future designs I may be able to better incorporate it into my redesigns.

#avas demon #ava's demon #tylotung twalnoire #erios nimis #my edit

[raspberry-dounut]

hihi!! I saw adventure time on your fandoms list and was wondering if we could get anything about lee!simon? (once the curse is gone.) he's so silly and it would mean a lot

Nightmares

[TW: intense nightmares, references to PTSD, a& grief. And also, this is a tickle fic, so if this made its way into the main tags somehow, then I suggest you don’t read it if you’re not into that stuff XD]

Simon jolted awake, taking deep gasps of the cool night air in a shitty effort to stifle a scream. His heart was still pounding in his ears despite how quickly his breathing had returned to normal. It had been a nightmare, as it usually was, but this one felt different. He didn't want to remember it, but somehow he just couldn't shake it.

His heart sank into his stomach momentarily- he’d sworn he’d seen Betty, if just for a second.

“You guys… are still awake?” He was still a bit disoriented from his nightmare, but he thought he recognized those voices. As his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit barn, he could make out the shapes of Fionna and Cake, still awake and engaged in conversation.

“Well… yeah?” Fionna’s eyebrows furrowed as she awkwardly offered an answer.

“We wouldn’t expect you to understand, though. You’re old.” Cake chimed in with a shit-eating grin, completely endorsed in the game she had stolen from Fionna hours earlier.

“What were you dreaming about anyways?” She added, nonchalantly. “Getting it on with someone?”

The snide remark caught the older man a little off guard, as he found himself looking away to hide a deep red blush “Uhhh… I don’t really wanna talk about it, it’s- it’s private.”

His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, and the two of them exchanged a quick glance. It was clear something was bothering him, and neither of them were too keen on being left out of the loop.

“Suit yourself.” The cat shrugged.

“Was it a good dream or a bad one?" Fionna asked tentatively, her tone soft in a way Simon had never heard her use before. She was always the brash one, but something about the look in his eyes must have compelled her to be gentler.

“It’s— I don’t…” he started. All words seemed to fail Simon as he desperately searched for an answer

“it’s complicated.” Is what he settled on, trying in vein to hold off the weeping that usually followed after such intense dreams.

Fionna's eyes widened suddenly, but her expression quickly softened.

"Hey... it's okay. You don't have to tell us if you don't want to," she said, taking a step towards him. His reaction to her and Cake's joking response told her everything she needed to know about how serious the dream must have been.

“No, I—“ he knew keeping secrets from his (begrudging) teammates was useless. It would only make things worse for the trio as a unit in the long run. So he tried- he tried despite his distraught to explain it.

“When you get older… you, uh… sometimes we- I… my fiancé and I—“

“Woah!” Cake snickered and hummed a tune that resembled something you’d hear in a low budget rom com during a particularly spicy scene. “I didn’t think someone as boring and mundane as you would have fiancé!!”

Fionna merely needed to cast a gaze over her shoulder and Cake knew to drop the subject.

“Cake! That’s not funny!” Fionna snapped, though she knew she was partly to blame. She was never one to have a filter, knowing full well that most of Cake’s current habits could be easily traced back to herself. “What were they like?”

“No, it’s okay. She… was wonderful.” he said, almost dreamily. There was a clear passion and affection in his voice for whoever this mysterious woman was. “I still remember what cake toppers Betty and I wanted for our wedding!! And—“

“Simon!”

“Hm?”

“You’re crying!”

"I am?" With little hesitation, he let his fingers connect to under his left eye. His fingertips made contact with warm water. It was a shock at first, but given that Fiona had called him out on his sudden eruption of tears, he didn't jump at that. Still, it was a shock nonetheless. Weakly, he muttered out in a croak after his mind realized he was tearing up. "Oh... I am."

“Um, maybe we can ask big hunky Finn for some water? Or like, an extra blanket?” Fionna offered, racking her brain for a solution. Comforting someone who had clearly undergone some intense trauma wasn’t something in her toolbox- let alone said person being older in age.

Fionna attempted to wipe the tears away from Simon’s face, desperate to clear away his sadness and provide some comfort in a moment of pain. But the tears were streaming down his cheeks too rapidly, making it impossible for her to keep up with them. Despite her repeated efforts, his tears continued to fall, each one slipping past her fingertips and adding to the pool gathering in the crease of his chin.

“No, no it’s okay really… I think we’re overstaying our welcome, anyways.” He offered her a small smile- one that was cheaply sewn together with what little sanity he had left in his grief.

All she could do was look at him with concern. The years that had gone by showed in his features, bringing a deep sorrow with them. The events of his life were like a war zone within his eyes, the tears that stained them telling her the story of his pain.

“Oh! Hey!” Cake’s face lit up as the lightbulb went off in her head, evident in the face she made “you humans like to be pet too, right? You evolved from monkeys, yeah? So there you go!”

“Uhhh…” It was awkward- that was for sure. He often found himself forgetting that, as far as Cake was aware, all she’d ever known was the life of a domesticated pet. An animal companion that was doomed to tight collars and comedic holiday costumes, stuck within the confines of an apartment.

“Umm… n-no thanks, I’ll pass. I think I’m—“

A weight hit his lap, and Simon flinched halfway between a startle and being winded by the force, proving to him once again how old he truly was. Turning to glare at the source he found Cake sitting squarely in his lap. Simon looked down at the cat, completely confused and slightly annoyed. He was still a bit jittery from his nightmare- and her sudden self-invitation into his lap caught him heavily off guard.

“Humans don’t work that way- I mean, at least the humans in my time don’t...” He laughed a little, though it was exasperated one that held no humour, as he was once again reminded of the differences between the world he knew, and the one he was living in. “Our nerves are a lot different than yoURS—“

“Wahahahait!!” His attempted explanation fell on deaf ears as Cake had already taken matters into her own paws. When he instinctively jerked back, she swore he was an expert at exaggerating his reactions- being stroked was a clear sign of endearment to someone like her, and he’d ought to be glad she was showing him such appreciation.

“C’mon, I’m not hurting you!” Judging by the accusing glare he gave and the slightly different tinge of honey-coloured skin beneath his eyes. He was fine.

“Y-You’re not hurting me!” His face crumpled, eyes closed and smiling, as he tried to get a hold of himself. “You’re tickling me! Stoohahahaaop!”

“The humans from your world are so melodramatic!” Cake shook her head.

“stahahahap— hahahaa!! Yohohou ahahahahaasshohohohole!!” He squirmed, giggling in spite of his frustrated facade, his legs kicking softly beneath her hold as Cake's paws worked their magic- Being sprawled out on the wooden floor of someone’s barn, whilst fighting a losing battle with a magical cat wasn’t the best look for him, and definitely wasn’t a one he could pull off.

When the feline struck a particularly sensitive spot, he nearly screamed; it was half way between someone who’d been startled, and someone who just realized how truly sensitive they were- knees bucking upwards instinctively and just about hitting cake in the chin; had it not been for her new luck of the draw abilities. Despite his pleas, both Fionna and Cake both took note of the fact that he didn’t do much to stop his playful attacker.

Cake didn’t listen- mostly out of spite that he’d nearly kicked her, but mostly because his body language didn’t appear to show discomfort. Tutting, she then used her leg to hold down his hips. Being of feline heritage, Cake knew firsthand how awful it was to have one’s personal bubble violated, and if Simon was truly as uneasy as he’d claimed, she would have backed off; spiteful or not.

Instead, she snickered and danced her fingertips up and down the antiquarian’s sides.

"Oh nohohoaaaahahahaa!! Oh m-my gohohohoad!!” Simon hadn’t laughed openly in so long- too long. The sound coming out of his mouth was so foreign to his own ears and he couldn't recall the last time he’d laughed at all. Let alone like this; unrestrained, loud, and so completely genuine.

“Alright alright! I’m done.” She announced in triumph once she had deduced that he’d had enough.

When Cake had finally let up, Simon took the opportunity to enjoy the air- missing its presence and sucking it greedily into his lungs. Each breath he took felt sweeter than the last and after getting his fill of air, he finally sat up again.

“Are you okay?” Fionna inquired, putting a hand on his shoulder. He smiled back at her- and for once, in what felt like years, he could say that he was at peace; if just for a little while. “Do you feel… at least a bit better?”

“Yeah, yeah- I’m okay.” He offered her an answer and the girl smiled in return. He was still a bit giggly from the sudden attack but this time there was no forcing it, no faking the joy- and she was content with that answer in the moment. “I’m okay.”

It wouldn’t cure him, no. But at least it offered him some sort of temporary peace. Something that would last twenty four hours, if he was lucky- and realistically; a break, no matter how small, was something he needed.

“Get some sleep- some proper sleep!” Fionna hissed, grinning.

“Because you’re old!” Cake added.

“Yeah, whatever.” He rolled his eyes, the smile never leaving his face as he waved them off, speaking volumes on what he thought of their cheap jokes. He’d clearly eased up a little. They were right- he was feeling exhausted.

With a relaxed sigh, he settled back against the barn wall, closing his eyes and releasing a long breath as his muscles eased. His head began to tilt as he fought the urge to doze off momentarily, but soon the battle was lost and his chin rested against his chest.

#tickling #tickle community #tickle art #ticklee #tickler #tickles #sfw tickling community #tword community #sfw tickling #adventure time tickling #simon petrikov #fionna and cake #fionna campbell #fionna the human #cake the cat #my art #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #sfw tk community #sfw blog #I have Simon brain worms dude lmfaooo 😭

[meatyarms]

LISTEN LISTEN okokokok this isn't a request I just- HRBXJDHCJD I need to get this out omg

So we know that in the Arcane universe there are nonhuman species. Imagine Sev's girl being a cat hybrid. IMAGINE BEING SEV'S CUTE LITTLE KITTY GF

Imagine her wanting to see if you're really like a cat, testing with laser pointers, string, catnip, etc etc and can either go one of two ways. Either you're confused asf cause "Sevika I'm not a house cat" (she'd believe that's a lie). Or, it can go her way, and you can chase the toys and treat catnip like crack.

The way Sevika's hands wouldn't leave your body. One, because she loves you to death and two, cause she loves to feel your soft fur. Lightly plays with your ears and smiles when they twitch. Gives teasing little tugs at your tail when she's feeling rather playful. And let's not forget how she'd be more than happy to help you every 2-3 weeks, wink wink.

OK SORRY I JUST NEEDED TO GET THAT OUT I'm literally obsessed with Sevika, she's my favorite scary lady. Anyway thanks for reading, hope you have a wonderful day/night, and may we pledge to Sevika with our hands over our hearts and our pussies

And out it goes~ think your excitement electrocuted me and rightfully so. These are interesting and have the feels of a chitchat which I'll willingly prolong and dump some thoughts.

A hybrid girl stretching about leisurely on Sevika's lap is an image too vivid to call new (?) A pairing of can't-shake familiarity that just looks right. Pointy ears, nails and, at your hindmost, a flexible, fluffy tail. Gently swishing when relaxed, taps restlessly disgruntled and LOUD-ly.

Cat hybrids. A spirited critter that holds themselves to standards high though at times unpredictable—gracious, but with many feats of hunting and leading their prey astray that, if to be domesticated and cared for, waters down to a unique provocative nature. 

I imagine her fascinated, eyeballing, as though a phenomenon otherworldly, your pupils narrow in suspense, or when your tail bends 's' -> 'z' to and fro as she playfully runs her index from your forehead to your nose. Boop!

Shape, cast. Qualities, possessed. So one can't help but wonder and, with Sevika's unending itch to get practical, run some tests. She approaches carrying to her chest shoelaces and a glowy fluorescent laser pointer, 'plucked from work'. You'd cross arms, bashfully ridicule her theory in its silliness—"Sevika I'm not a house cat!"—but then lark, jump, slide, chase, etc., at whatever she throws or waves; although curiosity bests Sev in a way, it also is a deep-rooted instinct found in cats.

As for catnip with girlfriend Sevika, she would occupy a small space in the same room, only for you to then occupy her—violent rolling in her lap, where she holds(steals*) the container up high serving as dangling carrots for your sloppy kisses, licking, biting around the neck, fingers, and even her hair(did you chew on it thinking it's catnip while delirious? Sevika says yes, tauntingly). Regardless of the botched trim and smeared slobber, she'll be the sole recipient of it all. Besides, someone has to tuck you in bed when you tap out from eating the herb to your heart's content. Regret of the day before is certain to permeate in your wake. Cue Sevika throwing proud smugs at you randomly throughout the next day, fingers skim over the marks as to highlight them when you so much as look her way, just to cause further fluster. You might even call this animal cruelty hehehehe. Sorry.

Absolutely endorsing par. 4, like she'd settle for just staring, baby will stroke an embrace over every strand to tuft on those ears and tail of yours. Pretty dusks and coral painted windows were a scene especially enjoyed indoors where, on a carpet's corner, lay your bodies slumped atop one another. One filing their claws, other interchanging her own to a different sharp-edged and back. Somewhere in an aimless banter, Sev's flesh hand lays hold on your tail, as it normally flails freely in the air. Twirls it around her arm over and over, plays fake mustache by horizontally spreading it under her nose, recoils to an embryo after biting it—she loves it when your sclera sheens, but dreads what it means, wisely so. Just ask the local wicked pets dealers, whose runaways found mucking up the yard never come back.

Maybe she uses the tail's outset to maneuver and reposition your back however she wants and........maybe you sweep your tail over her back. Like ever so many splinters caught on her skin, bare and humid, she begins to lurch. Now you gleefully reveal your canines, exploding in laughter after a short restraint, having mistakenly just given her every incentive she needed to scratch another itch she has been eager to since its earliest daydream—rhymes with pond edge but using only. Your. Tail.

I have to thank you for bringing the hybrids(and other manners of creatures) to my attention, almost forgot what immeasurable uniqueness they bring to the show if not for this. Wonderful day/night to you too ^^

#yes I again come to you with a new hc format #ask #❥ anon #sevika #hybrid!reader #arcane sevika #sevika arcane #sevika imagine #sevika x you #sevika x reader #sevika smut #sevika fanfic #wlw #meatywrites

[lightandfellowship]

Of course while replaying DDD all I could think about was what Dream Eaters the KHDR cast would use. Here are my choices after much deliberation. (Note: images don't reflect the Dream Eaters' actual sizes. Also, Baldr will be included in a different post).

If you're curious, here's my reasoning under the read more:

Xehanort

Yoggy Ram (primary): The fur on its chin resembles Xehanort's beard. Xehanort is also associated with ram/goat imagery, which can be seen on his inherited Keyblade "No Name" and on his armor in KH3.

Komory Bat (secondary): It's a Dark-type Dream Eater, and serves as a parallel to Riku. It also has access to Sleep magic, which can reference Xehanort's goal of plunging Sora into a deep sleep in DDD.

Eraqus

Jestabocky (primary): It's a jester-themed Dream Eater, and Eraqus is the class clown of his friend group. One of its disposition types is called "Chicken" too, which could reference the recurring gag about Eraqus running away from dangerous situations (even if he never really does that). This Dream Eater does use Dark-element attacks, but I like to think of this as being indicative of how Eraqus is capable of having darkness in his heart but fails to see that.

Meow Wow (secondary): It's a Physical/Light-type Dream Eater, which fits great with both Eraqus' affiliation with Light and his "Attack Boost" fighting style in KHDR. Like Xehanort with Komory Bat, this also serves as a parallel to Sora.

Vor

Majik Lapin (primary): This Dream Eater was practically made for her. Magician-themed, specializes in magic, has similiar "clothing" and color palette to Vor, and even has an animation where it throws a tantrum and slams its ears into the ground repeatedly, which mimics a "tantrum" Vor has if you take her with you in Episode 3. Moreover, despite its focus on magic, it still utilizes physical attacks, which matches how Vor is not just magically-inclined but also physically strong.

Kab Kannon (secondary): I wanted to give her a large, Physical-type Dream Eater as well to better reflect her strength, and this Dream Eater's design is based on a Hercules beetle, which as the name suggests is capable of lifting things a lot bigger/heavier than it. In my mind I was also connecting the imagery of a beetle pushing around a large round object (like the Elden Ring scarab beetles) and Vor lifting up that boulder.

Bragi

Iceguin Ace (primary): The puffy shape around its neck kind of resembles the white fur trim on Bragi's jacket. Its journal entry describes it as a "chill customer", which I think fits Bragi's laid-back personality. It has access to Protect and Shell magic, matching Bragi's "Protect" fighting-style. Its pilot aesthetic can be a subtle nod to how Bragi is just Luxu "piloting" a vessel. And once again it also can use Sleep magic, which can reference Xigbar's involvement with plunging Sora into a deep sleep in DDD.

Toximander (secondary): Okay, I know this is a bit of a stretch, but I really struggled to settle on a second Dream Eater for Bragi. This Dream Eater is based on a salamander, but design-wise its the only Dream Eater that could maybe-sorta resemble a chameleon. The idea being that Luxu is, of course, using his Bragi identity to "blend in". The journal entry for this guy says "These easygoing Dream Eaters still know how to play hardball." which fits how Luxu and his many identities tend to have a relaxed personality but are secretly quite powerful. This Dream Eater is also a Dark-type, which, while we can argue about Luxu's true motivations, he certainly isn't above siding with dark forces for the sake of his grander goals.

Urd

Necho Cat (primary): Plain and simple, Urd's smile looks like a cat face, she needs a cat Dream Eater to match. It also uses magic attacks, which is a plus since Urd is magic-focused.

Tatsu Steed (secondary): Urd is associated with Blizzard/Water magic, and this Dream Eater uses both in its attacks, along with offering Blizzard and magic-based abilities on its ability link board. I also feel like the shape of its "ear" fins resemble Urd's bangs and ponytail.

Hermod

Halbird (primary): I originally wanted to give him a Peepsta Hoo (owl Dream Eater) since I think aesthetically/symbolically it fits him better, but I decided to give that Dream Eater to Vala instead for reasons I'll explain later. In any case, I wanted to give Hermod a bird-based Dream Eater to reference how the mythological Hermod is a messenger. This Dream Eater is also a Physical/Light-type, which fits Hermod's "Attack" fighting style.

Zolephant (secondary): Hermod's bio says this: "He may seem like a soft-spoken and gentle model student, but when angered, watch out!" This made me want to pick one of the Dream Eaters that have an "enraged" mode where they turn red and go wild. Zolephant seemed like a good pick because its description actually resembles Hermod's: "Enemies who enrage this epic elephant had better take cover!" and it can give off a "gentle giant"-like appearance to match Hermod's soft-spoken and gentle demeanor. This wasn't intentional, but I also like how both Halbird and Zolephant have green and yellow in their color schemes to match Hermod.

Originally I was going to include which "dispositions" I wanted for each Dream Eater as well, but this post is already long enough as it is; maybe I'll add them later in a reblog. In any case, I will also have an upperclassmen + Baldr version of this post in the near future.

#rambling about dim path #ch tag: und

[themotherofblood]

Willow

Tywin Lannister x Reader

Tears of gold AU

A/N: I love the political rants Tywin goes on and really wanted the reader and him to go back and forth.

Tw: Mentions of mass murder, forced weddings, murder (this is a GoT fic, it should be pretty obvious by now)

Ever since the encounter with your husband in the bathtub, something seemed to have flipped within him. Sure he had always been charming and gentle with you during your time of marriage, but this was different. This was him stealing glances at you while he worked, his hand rubbing your belly every chance he got. Thinking about you, while in a room full of other people. He’d find that he was smiling to himself as he watched you play with the younger noble girls that the red keep housed.

“Husband.” You nodded while entering your husband’s office.

“Wife.” He looked up from his paperwork. He had been drowned in treasury accounts since both the Lannister and the Royal wedding approach within a few months.

“You called for me?” You asked while walking around the table.

“Mhmm, laid something out for you on the bed, go put it on.” Your curiosity spiked, wondering what it is that your husband could have gotten you. Was it another gown? A necklace? Cat shaped earrings? Cat shaped earrings made of gold?

You simply walked over to your shared chambers to find, riding clothes, gloves and a pair of boots sitting by the edge of the bed. They had been re fitted to adjust to your growing size. The deep crimson red leather coat to keep you warm over it all. It fit you perfectly as you put it on, your maid helping you put your hair up. You walked back out to your husband as you fixed your gloves

“Where are we off to?” You smiled at the navy coat your husband dawned, it was your favourite colour and it was rare sight to see your husband not wear black.

“Somewhere that isn’t here.” He sorted all his paper work away before putting his gloves back on, “come, my lady.” He held his hand out before leading you out to the stables. You often watched him in the day light, his posture, his glances, the way his mere being commanded the respect and fear. You on the other hand smiled politely at whoever eyes caught yours. Your kindness was what you were known for, but being the Hand’s wife, the title in itself commanded fear of you too.

You reached the stable as two horse awaited the couple. A white horse, which belonged to your husband and a sleek black coated one. Her mane had been been put in four braids, her eyes as dark as the night. “I never did give you a proper gift for baring my children.” You husband bumped your shoulder with his. “She is all yours.”

You’d walked over to the creature, pulling your hand out of your glove to pet it. Your face curled up in a smile as your eyes ran over the horse. Tywin knew that your silence and the curious gleam in your eyes could only mean one possible thing. A terrible habit, that he for sure knew would cost you greatly in the future, your husband found it rather endearing though. “What is with you and naming things, my wife.” He called out.

You nose slightly scrunched at the sheepish smile you gave him. “Starlight.” You looked back at the horse, almost as if your were speaking to her to see if she approved of the name. All it did was neigh back at you while gently stomping its feet. “I think she likes the name.” You turned back to your husband shrugged.

“Alright, up you go.” He walked over to help you onto your horse and pulled on the straps to make sure the saddle was on properly before mounting onto his. “Come on, then.”

Your ride was quite pleasant, it felt nice to leave the city after such a long time. The air was crisp cold but your fineries kept you warm enough, on your way out of the cities, many recognized you as you past through the streets of King’s Landing. Your time spent helping the common people clearly paid off in the favour of the crown, as children waved and people pointed at you, rather than throwing sheep shit at the nobles like the last time you’d ventured out. Tywin caught onto the public’s affinity to you, as he looked around then to you, a small shy smile sported on your lips.

As you parted through the gates of the city Tywin’s head turned to you. “ Is there something you want to tell me, my lady.” You would be a fool if you weren’t a little afraid at what his reaction might be.

“I wasn’t being galant or heroic helping those people, I just couldn’t watch those people starving, raping and killing each other, over a war we started.” You said keeping your eyes forward on the dirt road. Eyes trailing to the smoke between your lips and you took breath. You might be of age and about to be a mother, but even that wouldn’t stop you from pretending to be a fire breathing dragon in the cold. “Plus, if they were pissed off enough, it would be us that they tore apart first.”

“Hah, that’s true.” Tywin agreed. “Atleast someone in this family views the poor as people rather than animals.”

“Tyrion does.” You replied and bit your tongue after you realized what you’d said.

“Do not stop on my account, go on.” You couldn’t quite decipher the tone behind his voice

“Its one thing that the north had, that Ned Stark had. They knew one another, looked after one another.” You held tighter on you reigns before continuing “The only threat the north ever had, were the dead and the south, the dead don’t exist.” You looked to you husband who stared straight ahead. “Joffrey is king, a king who only has time to torture vulnerable people. But I suppose being the most powerful man in Westeros has it’s perks.

“The mad king wasn’t as infuriating as he his.” Tywin confessed making you giggle and nod at him. “You truly cannot believe a crown makes you powerful, wife.”

“Heh, I don’t.” You threw back at him

“What does?”

“Are you testing me, husband.” Your husband looked to you and smirked.

“Influence.” Tywin’s smirk grew in pride at you stating this rather than questioning him.

“Yes, yes it is.” You looked to your husband and smiled. He could see you growing, in a way he wished he had counselled his own children. He would never admit it to a soul but he was reflecting person, he learned from his failures. He only hoped to bestowf enough knowledge to you and the children, so should he pass he knows the future of his house continues. It was exhausting for sure, it was easier with Joanna, she needed no teaching. That woman just knew, he often hated himself for feeling care toward you. Felt that he was betraying his wife’s memory, but he knew Joanna would have set him straight instantly.

You rode through the woods until a clearing came into view, at the edge a quaint set up of pillows, blankets and candles presented itself. The knights your husband brought along with him, spread throughout the woods. Giving you some time alone with Tywin. “Since when was Tywin Lannister a romantic?”

“I am not, my wife however is.” He nodded at your sporting his signature tight lipped smile before dismounting his horse and walking toward yourself. He wasn’t lying, he isn’t a romantic. Any other day, he would have seen this as a waste of time. Though he didn’t mind spending more time with you, he’d rather do it in the comfort of his own chambers or the private grounds of the red keep. He was simply stowing you away from the unbridled chaos that was about to explode in the red keep, chaos meaning Sansa Stark.

Stress was a danger to you and his children that grew within you, he knows you aren’t that soft hearted but you had a soft spot for the northern girl and he’d rather let you know about this in an environment he could control, rather than a sobbing 15 year old. He helped you get off your horse, holding onto your waist to steady you. Before walking you toward the small set up by the end of the plateau. The sun was on it’s course to set in an hour or two, he had the kitchens pack enough food to keep you company till then. Especially dates, he has no idea why this woman loves dates so much, but she demands it and the the great lion provides.

“I know you didn’t bring me out here to just talk, what has happened husband.” You asked him as he held your forearms, helping you slowly lower onto the blanket.

“We needn’t talk about that right now, you eat your dates and we find something else to talk about.” Tywin urged, handing you the small sack full of dates. If you could eat anything all day, it would be dates. You smiled to yourself as you ate through one of them. You loved dates.

“I was thinking of baby names the other day.” You told Tywin as you took in the scenery in front of you, legs crossed in front of you as your back rested on Tywin’s torso. He laid on the blanket, propped up by one elbow that he rest his head on. You looked down at him will nibbling on another date.

“And what has my lady come up with?” He says while sipping on his wine.

“If it were boys then Tyeon and Gerney and for girls Sneya and Tanysha.” You’d picked a name that suited for both houses and Tywin hummed in acknowledgement. You almost wanted to name your daughter Joanna. Though you didn’t know how he would take git, for all that you had heard. You knew that he loved his first wife immensely. Practically destroying the chance at two great political weddings, but he loved her and resented Tyrion for killing her. You wanted to ask about his first wife but never worked up the courage to do so.

“You think it’ll be a boy and a girl?” Tywins asks while pushing your stray hairs away.

“Maybe, I’d be happy with whatever they are.” You said as a matter of fact.

“Well, the war with Stannis should end soon, you are due in a moons. We get to find out soon, my lady.” He says while looking at your bump. “Though I hope you don’t expect trips anymore for the next few moons, it is of paramount that you stay put.” He cocks a brow at you as a warning. Other than the month you’d spent in your room after you found out that Stannis killed your family. You rarely ever stay put, it’s times like those when the generational difference becomes more evident to Tywin, and gods be good. He almost regrets subjecting you to this marriage, this young.

“They say you shot someone with an arrow the morning, we were to be wed.” Your body froze at the mention of this as you slowly turned to look at him. Tywin looked like it’s the most amusing thing he had heard and then your returned him a guilty smile while nodding

“Heh, I did,” you said reminiscing “Shot him in the leg though, I was trying to run away.” And then you scrunched your face in disgust. “One of my father’s banner men, always spat when he spoke.”

“Why didn’t you keep running?”

“My brother.” That’s all you said and it was answer enough.

“Where would you have gone?” He pushed on further, again looking amused at what you had done.

“Dorne, my mother was dornish and they do not like Lannisters there.”

“Hah, I’ve heard.” Tywin’s smirk grew.

You then picked on from something he said earlier about the war with Stannis. “What of Robb Stark? You said war with Stannis?” You eyes darted between your husband’s.

“I should have known, you would catch onto that.” He said as he sat up straight. Huffing before his eyes traced over your face. “Robb Stark is dead, so are his armies.” With that your eyes widened, Robb Stark was dead, and other than Sansa you felt nothing for that family. They burnt your family alive. Your eyes glossed over, not at the thought of the dead Starks but the fact that you didn’t feel horrible about their death.

“Does it make me a bad person?” Tywin looked confused at what you meant. “That I do not feel bad about the Starks dying.” Your bottom lip pouted as your eyes darted to the void, trying to understand what it is you were feeling.

“This is war, my dear.” He scooted forward to hold your hands “If we felt bad for every person that dies, there would be no Lannisters left alive.” His head dipped low to catch your eyes. Held your face in his hands to make him look at you “Over my years at the Landing, I’ve watched it change people for the worse or kill them.” His thumb rubbed over your cheek. “You my dear wife, seem to be immune to the evils of King’s Landing, and I doubt anyone would dare to try and kill Lady Lannister’.” He said as a matter of fact. “And if they try, you can shoot them in the leg.” He jested making you scowl at him before smiling.

The sun had begun to set, covering everything it watched over in a orange hue, you face looked almost ethereal in the light as your face slightly squished between you husband’s hands. You spent a little while longer rested against each other before Tywin’s helped you up to head back home. The ride home was a little unpleasant at how cold it had gotten out, but you were home in no time. You nearly passed out by the hearth while trying to warm up. You felt the happiest you have had in quite a while as you felt your husband’s chest rise and fall behind you, his arm cradling your bump in his sleep.

You’d turned to face your husband. Who only seemed to have curled further into you. You often wondered what laid behind this hard shell of a man, and counted your blessings when he let you peak through. Only a few thunderous knocks down your door caught your attention, carefully unravelling yourself from Tywin before padding your feet over to the door. You didn’t want to wake him, he looked content. You opened the door to a terrified Lancel.

“What is it, Lancel.” You asked concerned at his state.

“It’s Stannis, his fleet, armies. They head toward King’s Landing.” His chest heaved as the words poured through him.

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[boyzcatchingfire]

Warlock, Not Witch ~ *Choi Chanhee*

Summary: Chanhee needs to go into town to get some more supplies. He's careful to keep his warlock identity a secret. However, a mischievous cat has plans to ruin it.

Pairing: Choi Chanhee X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1663

Warning: Mentions disappearing and warlock oppression

Masterlist

Taglist: @plutonieve

All his life, Chanhee has been mistaken for a witch. Which he most certainly is not. He is a warlock, which is very different from witches. Unlike witches, he’s not connected to a certain kind of magic, preferring to study any and all kinds of magic. Of course, there’s also that pesky problem of immortality, but he didn’t like to think about that.

Oh, and how could he forget about his Mark. You see, all warlocks have a Mark; a strange tattoo that changes location, shape, and color everyday. It could be as simple as a dot that could pass as a mole, or as complex as multicolored swirls that littered his entire body. Marks were unpredictable and oftentimes more annoying than anything. That is, unless he had to go into town. Warlocks were not welcome in town.

Today, Chanhee’s Mark was easier to conceal. A sigil of intricate lines on his left temple, that could easily be hidden by his hair or a hood. Since makeup couldn’t hide a Mark, that would have to do. Besides, he really needed to go into town, as he was low on candles, salt, chalk, and persimmons.

Doing one last check in the mirror, he gave himself a curt nod before leaving his home. He kept his hood over his head to make sure his Mark wouldn’t show. He really didn’t need to be kicked out of this town as well for being a warlock, not when he was finally getting settled. Moving was honestly such a hassle and he really didn’t want to go through that again.

Upon arriving in town, Chanhee made his way to Miss Luludja’s cabin where she had all the supplies he needed, well, minus the persimmons. He’d have to ask Changmin for some.

Knocking on the door to her cabin, Miss Luludja called for a minute of patience before he could come inside. As he waited outside, he noticed a black and white cat cleaning one of its paws on a barrel outside of the cabin. He smiled, thinking she finally got a pet to curb her ever increasing loneliness. He reached out to pet it, and though it didn’t back away, it hissed at him and its ears flattened against its head.

He jumped back a little in surprise. “My apologies.” He muttered.

The cat looked as if it was giving Chanhee a once over, which piqued his curiosity. Since Miss Luludja was a witch, it would seem plausible she’d get a familiar attuned to her eclectic clientele. What exactly did this cat sense in him?

Chanhee was not prepared for the cat to launch itself onto his shoulders, making him stumble back a bit at the impact. The cat perched there on his left shoulder, unconcerned that he might weigh more than what a bird might. It glanced at the startled Chanhee before knocking back his hood.

“HEY!”

The door to the cabin swung open and there stood Miss Luludja and a girl who appeared to be around the same age as him. The girl gasped before collecting the cat.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry! I was hoping Lios would behave himself this time, but I guess he really is just an ornery cat.” She apologized. “Really, I-”

As her words died on her lips, Chanhee fixed his hood, his cheeks blazing. Even though she was probably some kind of magic wielder, considering she was at Miss Luludja’s cabin, she still didn’t have to see his Mark. He adjusted his hood to make sure his Mark could not be seen no matter what.

Miss Luludja scoffed. “Come, come now! She’s already seen your warlock Mark. No need to be bashful. Now, come in, come in!”

She snatched his arm and pulled him inside, as the girl followed suite, with the door shutting behind her. “What is it you’re here for, Chanhee? You don’t come in here often, so you must be in need of quite the list of supplies to hoard.”

“I don’t hoard.” He mumbled sternly. “But I do need some chalk, salt, and candles.”

The woman looked at him, one eyebrow perked up. “Is that so? I thought you’d have a more challenging list for me. Nevertheless, I can acquire everything in just a minute. Make yourself at home, have some tea. You can talk with Ms. Y/n while you wait.”

Before he could stop her, she had already disappeared into the backroom. Miss Luludja’s cabin was interesting, as it looked a lot smaller on the outside than it was on the inside. It was still small inside, but that was only because she crammed it full with anything and everything a warlock, witch, or wizard might require. Miss Luludja’s cabin was the only place in the three realms where magic wielders could acquire supplies that they either couldn’t make themselves or couldn’t find the time to make.

Chanhee was fortunate enough to find an abandoned cabin on the other side of town, in a forest, where he could safely practice his own magic and provide totems to Miss Luludja to sell to other warlocks. Magic was often frowned upon by humans, as it was considered strange and unfair. Most believed that magic made those individuals too powerful and therefore, above everyone else. That was the main reason why so many with magic went into hiding and why more often than not, warlocks were hunted over anyone else, due to the fact that they had Marks that brandished them as the enemy. It didn’t matter that they were immortal. What mattered was people got their “justice”.

“So, your name is Chanhee?” Y/n asked, sitting in one of the tattered, overstuffed chairs in front of the fireplace, her cat, Lios, perched in her lap.

He shrugged. “It’s what my mother called me before she disappeared.”

“Oh.” She looked away and he could practically feel the guilt radiating off her. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago. I hardly remember her honestly.” He admitted. He didn’t have to tell her it was a lie.

“Still…” Her voice sounded uneasy.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s in the past.”

“Either way, you’re a warlock? I mean you have the Mark and you are here…”

He nodded slowly. “I am. And you are?”

Chanhee noticed her mood perked up a little. “I’m a witch. Well, a green witch. I work a lot with plants. Kind of convenient, don’t you think?”

“I suppose so.”

“It’s easy to hide being a witch this way. I just tell everyone that I’m a botanist and they believe me!” She exclaimed, her eyes bright in the firelight.

The corner of his mouth quirked up a tiny bit. “Must be nice.”

Her eyes widened at his reaction, realizing how he might have taken offense to what she just said. “I-I-I m-mean, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound so insensitive about your situation. It’s just, I’ve never met another person like me before, you know? I mean, before moving here, I knew my parents, and they were both witches. But other than that, I’ve never met anyone who could do what I can do. Not like you can do what I can do- I MEAN! Ah, I’m sorry. Really, I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling lightly. “It’s fine, really. Believe it or not, but it’s a pretty normal response when others find out I’m a warlock.”

She sighed. “Really? Well, I still apologize.”

“It’s fine. Honest.”

“Well, aren’t you two just adorable?” Miss Luludja cooed, emerging from the back room. “And here I was afraid you two wouldn’t hit off. Really, you both are so sweet, talking like old chums. It’s a good thing I could introduce the two of you. You both need more friends.”

The two of them blushed at the older woman’s words. She chuckled before handing Chanhee a small satchel with everything he needed inside it. He nodded his head before saying, “Thank you, Miss Luludja. I sincerely appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me.” She assured him. “Just use it wisely, as always. No raising the dead or bringing upon an apocalypse to the realms, alright?”

He nodded again. “Of course.”

“Now, you two go and have fun together.” She announced, tugging the two of them out the door. “Then of course come back later and tell me all about your little date. Oh, but notify me beforehand so I can make a fresh pot of tea and some biscuits, and maybe something for little Lios if he decides to come along as well.”

Before either of them could protest, the door shut and locked behind them. Both of their cheeks were painted in a bright scarlet as they stood there in front of the cabin.

It was Y/n who spoke up first. “If I didn’t know any better, it seems as though we’ve been set up by Miss Luludja.” She gave a small chuckle.

Chanhee slowly nodded. “It appears as though we have.” There was a long stretch of silence following his words before he cleared his throat. “Well, um, I have to go pick up some persimmons now.”

She nodded. “I understand.”

“But!” He all but shouted. “If you maybe, um, wanted to do something after…”

Again, there was another pause, though this one was much shorter as she came up with a plan. “How about this, you go pick up your persimmons and then drop your purchases off at home. I’ll take care of Lios, then we can meet up at the fountain in the middle of town and you can show me around? I mean, I just moved here and still haven’t seen everything this town has to offer. I’m sure you know more about this place than I do.”

Chanhee nodded, as his heart fluttered a little. “Sounds like a plan.”

She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, near his Mark, before saying. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

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[polarkarma]

Compulsion Costume Redesign

With a new setting and new environment, it seems fit to give the canon characters new outfits and costumes for their new lives. In the story, most of these costumes are made and designed by Midoriya Izuku. There’s some lore stuff about each one.

Midoriya Izuku’s costume is practical and the most armored out of the bunch. With his Quirkless status, he had to forgo the usual flashiness of a Hero costume and stick to something that’ll keep him alive. Helmet has a LED display using the brain sensor from those robotic cat ears. Logo self-explanatory from the story’s setting - Support Course Midoriya AU.

Kaminari's costume contains his electric output and redirects it to the Support-Arm, the Stein-Gauntlet. The gauntlet is responsible for condensing and focusing the energy to let loose a lightning bolt. There is a "Cast-Off" mode that disables this. The armor comes off and allows the discharge to escape via disc-like ports on his chest, back and waist. The logo was once just the lightning bolts but that felt too simply so I added the Omega symbol as it relates to Ohm, a unit of electrical resistance.

Shinso's costume, while sharing a dramatic amount with Midoriya's costume due to their shared movement system, the Maneuver Belt, Shinso's suit focuses on a lot more movement and plenty of pockets. The Rogue to Midoriya's Paladin. To also show that difference, Shinso wields electrified Escrima Sticks while Midoriya wields a electrified bat. (Shinso's hair also continues to be the bane of my existence.) Casual attires show a formal yet casual look. Logo is brain because I already gave the soundwave thing to Jirou so we're gonna stick with that.

Jirou's second costume includes the guitar/axe named Orpheus. The main focus was to give offensive capabilities while providing a safe place for her to use her quick by providing a wireless connection between her cowl and multiple speakers. The mouth mask was to give her those face paint markings that in canon that I think Shiketsu would disallow. The Logo design lacks that real connection to her character apart from the soundwave/bpm thing. The choice of a triangle comes from her consistent eye-shape.

Ashido's first Hero costume at Shiketsu High School, but without the hat. Due to Shiketsu seemingly having a sense of formality or at least uniformity, I decided to remake the canon designs to fit the new setting. A lot of Ashido's flashy costume became muted and limited, but has found its place as a belt/sash. The costume within the story has received some minor attention from Midoriya hence the grenade launcher and similar greave/kneepad armor. I'm particularly proud of the Logo which has a mouth within a mouth to reference the reoccurring 'Alien' joke.

For Yaoyorozu’s costume, Midoriya takes queues from the R-Rated Hero's costume to give Yaoyorozu the necessary skin exposure for her Quirk. When it comes to signatures, armor seems to be Midoriya's. Attempting to abide by Shiketsu's strict regulations, this whole costume is meant to go under a black cloak but that would be visually boring so I went without it. The visor is linked to a voice-activated database filled with the necessary information for certain Items to be used for the Creation Quirk. The bicep armor holds six in each/twelve in total pills that quickly creates lipids in her digestive system. This, however, will not help her in a battle of attrition, but acts as a lifeline as the amount of lipids is not enough to create large or multiple Items. Logo is a mix of the symbol of Gaia and the kanji for create.

This is all for a fanfic I'm writing called Compulsion. www.fanfiction.net/s/13708254/… archiveofourown.org/works/2672… www.wattpad.com/1054264491-com…

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Five strawberries were lined up on a pretty beige cloth that draped over the middle of the wooden kitchen table. When a large, brown bat reached out for one, four remained. It chewed slowly—as if the texture or taste was foreign— and held the berry with its’ small thumbs.

Steve had folded his arms over the other on the table, resting his jaw on them to observe the animal. It was cute. Fluffy. Was it as soft as it looked? Hoping it wouldn’t bite him, he dared to put his finger on its’ head in a soft pat.

The bat turned its head and looked at him, but didn’t stop eating. It might have enjoyed the soft pet, or been indifferent, but either way, it wasn’t bothered and allowed the petting session.

“Okay, okay, okay, okay,” Robin said, all in different tones with different meanings, as she walked into the kitchen with a thick book in her hands. She smacked it down on the table next to Steve, causing the bat to fly up and away in annoyance at the loud thud.

Steve watched it perch itself on the top of the fridge with a strawberry it munched on up there in peace. “Is that your familiar?” he asked. “Did you adopt a bat instead of a cat?”

Robin stared at him. Blinked twice. “Knock it off dingus! I messed up, okay? I… he’s not a bat. I mean, he’s a bat now, but he’s not supposed to be.” She put her fingers in her hair and rubbed her scalp.

“He?” Steve raised an eyebrow. “You magicked a guy into a bat? Gee…” He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in the chair. “I thought transformation magic was beyond your capabilities. If you’ve got it now maybe you could stop my bat from lighting itself on fire when it feels like it?”

“Everything just went wrong!” She pulled out a chair, spun it around 180 and sat down. Tipped the chair forward. “I just wanted to sunproof him, you know? And I figured I could sunproof his bat form because it’s small but now he’s stuck and I don’t think he’s happy about it.” The top of an eaten strawberry flew past her ear and it was safe to say her assumption about his unhappiness at the situation was correct.

Steve opened his mouth. Closed it. A crease on his forehead became three when he looked at her and tried to process what she just said. “Sunproof?” he questioned, eyebrows narrowed.

She blew raspberries and put both hands in her hair. “I have to go to the library, or Nance, or both? Watch him. He seems to like you.” She stood up. The chair fell to the floor with a loud thud. She picked it up, nearly tripping over it as she did, and stumbled out of the kitchen to fix her mistake.

The bat swooped down onto the table once again. Grabbed the last strawberry in the line-up. Munched on it. It didn’t seem all too worried about the shape-shift situation.

“I’ll get you more.” Steve stood up and walked over to the fridge that was overflowing with fresh berries. The perks of being a witch. Or dating a fairy. He wasn’t sure which of the two was the cause of the produce.

The bat waited patiently, observing Steve’s every move as he did. Held his thumbs out for a strawberry that Steve handed him. Munched.

“Cute,” Steve said quietly and grabbed a cold cider. He opened it while he looked at the book thick Robin had left behind. It had a symbol on the front he recognized as the symbol of the elusive fox, known to many as Autumn or the God of Transformation, but they held many titles. Why would she try to work with the fox?

“Hmm…” he hummed and flipped through the pages of the old book. Many of the words were written in languages he couldn’t read in penmanship he couldn’t make out even if it had been in a language he could read. “Cracky lacking? She had to get a book for that one?” He sipped his cider.

The bat flew past him and smacked into the fridge. It held onto the handle, squeaking for attention.

“Yeah, sure, more strawberries.” Steve rolled his eyes but walked over to the fridge and picked a handful. “I don’t get why she can’t just go, I don’t know…”

The bat clung to his shirt and picked the strawberries offered so kindly to him. He had no issue moving around as a bat but he wasn’t used to not being able to control it.

“Goddess of transformation, make this man a bat no more. You know?” He gently brushed his finger on the bat’s head. “Unless you’re actually capable of transforming back and only doing this to mess with her, which I guess, kudos.”

When he’d emptied his cider and Robin still hadn’t reappeared in the doorway to fix whatever she had done, he gave up and slouched on the sofa. He put a handful of strawberries on the table next to it and browsed through his phone. Exactly when he fell asleep was hard to pinpoint but his phone woke him up with a startle.

“Harrington?” he answered, running a hand through his hair. The strawberries were gone and so was the bat. Maybe he flew away off into the sunset or perched himself with uneaten hats of a strawberry army he planned to shoot at Robin until she fixed her mistake.

Wherever he’d gone off to, Steve wouldn’t know because his boss demanded him urgently at “King Scoop” because the cashier supposed to work had been abducted by the fairy prince or some bullshit.

The sunset painted the sky in hues shifting from purple to pink. It would have been pretty to look at if he didn’t have a night in an ice cream shop to look forward to. Night shifts were… something alright. The most peculiar customers would walk through that door and ask for unique flavours that he’d never even heard of. They didn’t tip either and most times it was a wonder they paid at all. 

He parked in the back and got out just as the colours shifted to a dark purple and the moon gleamed down at him in all her pride. Laiswall saw her more often than not. The purple glow foretold of something he had forgotten, but he had no doubt Robin would rant about it when she came to bother him at work.

The bell above the door rang when he walked into the ice cream parlour. A chill stalked up back and made the hairs on his neck stand up. Brown eyes fell on the customer by the disk with brown locks of hair and clothes that reminded him of an era that passed too fast for his enjoyment. 

“I’ll just change. Back in a jiffy,” he said and walked around to the back, glancing at the customer when he walked past. 

Pale fingers adorned with rings pointed at the ice cream he wanted, a leather jacket hung loosely around his slim waist, chains dangling from his hips when he leaned forward just a little to stare intensely at the ice cream hidden behind the glass case. He shot a glance to his side, but Steve had already vanished through the door to the back and wouldn’t be fast enough to see him again.

“You’ve got strawberry?” he asked, red eyes peering into the yellow ones staring blankly back at him. “Strawberry and vanilla.” He decided and stood up with a grin that showed his sharp teeth. 

“Coming right up,” the cashier answered, hair moving under the dark cloth she had wrapped around it to not be seen by others. “Put the cash on the counter. Or coin. Whatever you’ve got.”

Yeah. Nightshifts sure were something alright.

#bat eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #witch robin buckley #steve harrington #fruity four spooky au #steddie #ninni writes steddie #ninnis writing

[fiddles-ifs]

The Box is Open. THE BOX IS OPEN

A VERY MERRY GREENWARDEN HOLIDAY

Warden’s winter season is marked by Christmas lights and tinsel on phone poles, bright snowflakes in green and red and white lit up when the sun goes down. There’s even a few chanukiyot in shop windows, gelt sold in the grocery stores. It’s also fucking cold. 

The mountains freeze early. It’s been snowing since October up here, but it’s only just now been cold enough for the river to go solid, enough that there are kids daring each other to seal slide across when their parents aren’t looking. They wear layers of socks on their hands, four coats and as many pairs of jeans, and little toboggans with puffs of color at their crowns or WVU stitched on their foreheads. You smile, shake your head, and breathe warm air into your numb fingers. It’s better than hurricane season in Florida, at least.

Devin and Nazeri sent you out to get last-minute groceries, things that they were too busy bickering to remember. They’ve set aside their differences -- mostly -- to keep the holiday somewhat calm. It’s still Irish Christmas at Devin’s house, though. Utter chaos.

The bags are heavy in your hands. You’ve gotten offers from a few, cautious Wardenites to hop in their car and they’ll drive you up the holler, but you’ve declined every time. You kind of like the walk now. It’s brisk, you get to see the decorations, and the eerie cracking of river ice as it thaws and refreezes is oddly peaceful.

You pass under the boughs of branches, and the whispers start. The steady pressure on the back of your skull. A shiver rolls down your spine.

...calm...

You stop on the trail, head tilted, straining to listen. Your ears rumble with blood.

...happy...

...Nothing.

You roll your shoulders and shake the tension from your head, a huff of hot air crystalizing and dissipating. The pressure subsides, just a bit, but noticeable. A contented big cat curling up for a nap. You walk a little faster down the trail.

Devin’s foyer is welcome warmth, Dean Martin’s crooner voice blaring through the TV speakers. It smells like God. Your mouth immediately gets sloppy wet, and when you walk into the kitchen to set the bags down, you already see Devin threatening Trace with a wooden spoon.

“Go on! Git!”

She scampers, muttley laughing, one of Devin’s homemade bread rolls in her mouth. Nazeri is on savory duty, reading over Devin’s recipe book.

“Are you sure I should put cumin in this?” He asks. Devin eyes him from whatever batter they’re whipping into shape.

“I’m sure.”

“I just think cardamom would be better-”

“I have stuff,” you haul the grocery bags onto the kitchen island before another fight kicks up. Both of them light up at the sight of you. Bautista pokes her head from around the overstuffed chair. She’s curled around a hot cup of coffee. The monstrously huge stack of firewood by the fireplace and her cherry red nose tells you all you need to know about what she’s been up to. You ask anyway.

“They won’t let me in the kitchen,” she says.

“Because you’re bud luck,” Devin rifles through the bags and pulls out produce, spices, and booze under Trace’s watchful eye. “She managed to burn rice. Rice!”

“Is that what happened while I was gone?” You chuckle. Not that you’re much better -- you have the sneaking suspicion Devin and Nazeri sent you to the store to get you out of the house. Otherwise, you’d be causing even more chaos. All of you woke up early this morning to make breakfast and get dinner done before Polar Express comes on this evening, and Devin quickly chased all but Nazeri out of the kitchen because the rest of you are functionally useless with anything but coffee makers and microwaves. Now, dinner is in its last vestiges.

You ladle a little eggnog into a cup and sip, casting around at the Kwanzaa kinara, the nativity scene, and Bautista’s dinky little handmade parols. Trace made paper snowflakes and plastered them to the walls with Scotch tape. She has her ear next to the speaker, quietly tapping away with her finger. It feels strangely like family. It’s not a feeling you’ve felt for years. Something stings, and something balms a wound.

You hide your face behind your mug for a bit.

You manage to slip in somehow, pre-rinsing dishes and running the dishwasher. It lessens the load a little, while Bautista and Trace play ninja in the living room. Sometimes you tag in. Trace wins. You and Bautista take bets on who would win at the game -- Nazeri or Trace; Devin chimes in with a five dollar wager, and then it’s on.

The ninja game lasts until Devin serves dinner for everyone. You curl up by the nativity scene with a plate of roast chicken, lumpia, tahdig. A second round of mashed potatoes, gravy, and green beans. A little bit of pie, a little bit of ice cream. You eat until your stomach hurts and your eyes droop, curled with hot chocolate. Even Nazeri and Devin are laughing at each others jokes.

Polar Express is an uglier movie than you remember, but it sparks a nostalgic part of you. None of you do Noche Buena -- Devin and Nazeri don’t celebrate, Trace doesn’t know what it is, and Bautista can’t stay awake too long. She’s got a two hour drive tomorrow to catch morning mass at the nearest Catholic church. Habits. If she doesn’t get a solid six hours, she won’t wake up.

You swallow a yawn beside Devin on the couch.

“Thanks for doing this for us,” you mutter, everyone enraptured by Tom Hanks’ eclectic hot chocolate burlesque.

“Sure,” they say, “you’re family now, pretty much.”

You can’t really argue. Not tonight, anyway.

It feels good to be family.

#greenspoilers #VERY minor spoilers and hints for upcoming events in book 1 #a very merry greenwarden holiday #happy holidays ! <3 #slightly au-ish depending on your choices

[the-grove]

Grove Digimon Partner: Rain/Reyna/Reynya

Hi so this little project continues to be a way for our system to help figure ourselves out, define ourselves and to stretch some creative flexibility and stuff. The three of us debated if we wanted to have our own digimon and such, but ultimately we decided to have one partner, with different evolution lines... This blog post might be longer than all the others... There is also a secret fourth thing that I(Rain) mainly wanted to include as a reference to from source. I will also point out this is something, i'm doing for *us* This is not a "What would be a best digimon for Ranma the character," while Ranma is our source, we are also our own people, and while we may draw on exomemories and things from the show as inspiration. We don't want to be judged by some standard of accuracy or perfection to source. I guess to start it off the rookie/child stage: 1) Rookie/child stage: Salamon/Plotmon

So we thought long and hard about it and Salamon was chosen because its generic small animal shaped felt like it would be a good fit for a branching line like ours. Its various descriptions across digimon media describe it as an Insecure digimon that has great potential. I feel like it would be a good buddy to talk to about things when I feel confused or uncertain about something. They might not always have the answer but talking to them would be comforting. I think we are gonna start with Reynyas line

So in our mind, the way things work would be that we would have one digivice, and digimon partner. But depending on whose fronting, will influence and interact with the data/code of our Salamon friend. When Reynyas fronting, the obvious factor to include would be her cat like nature and tbh that is the major theming around this line. And nyaow I'll(Reynya) be taken over to talk about the line. :P ADULT/CHAMPION: Gatomon/Tailmon

(Art is From the digital monster card game) Soooooooo there were a lot of cat digimon we could have gone with, Mikemon, Meicoomon, Leomon, and black tailmon just to name a few. The reason I chose Gatomon was for a few reasons. First off one of its signature move is called Neko Punch( or Cat Punch) and well thats pretty dang close to Neko-Ken( Cat fist) also known as Catfu... which in source is the technique the old man tried to teach us and led to my formation. And while it was pretty shitty of him, I am glad to exist and Gatomon by my side I get to stand proudly. There are a few other aspects to me picking it up as well, the English name is Gatomon, which takes its name from the spanish word for cat. Our systems body is Puerto Rician and our desire to be closer to that side of our lineage. Also there are some designya elements that can be pulled from Gatomons lines for the rest of my line. ^^ ULTIMATE/PERFECT: Lynxmon!

Lynxmon, continues the cat theme! Lynxmon is actually the armor digivolution for Gatomon if it were to use the digimantle/digiegg of courage, you can actually tell from the purple ears and markings that remain as a callback to Gatomon. While armor digimon are usually the equivalent of a Champion/Adult level digimon, there is at least some precedence for Lynxmon to be an Ultimate/Perfect level digimon as it was one in one of the digimon story games. Lynxmon. it's said to have a carefree personality which vibes with me :3. It also acts as a nice transition to the Mega/ultimate stage.

MEGA/ULTIMATE: Saberleomon!

Funnya enough Saberleomon is also a digimon who has existed as multiple levels throughout the franchise. Saberleomon seems like a fun finale for this stage for a few reasons! One, its a big ol cat! Two, the gloves of Gatomon are specifically said to be made from saberleomon data so it's a nice tie in. Three, it's really cool and I likes it alot!!!) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ok So its my(Reyna) turn! Rain says he wants to do hers last. Rain and I actually focus less on aesthetics and more on a common through line for our parts of the line. Aesthetics are an aspect of it, but on thinking who we are we came across some digimon that really highlighted something important to us. I'll be up front about my theme, it is digimon who prefer not to fight but are powerful when they do. I prefer to resolve things peacefully, and unlike Rain I don't really consider myself a martial artist, but if I have power and I need to defend myself or others I should use it right? Well those were the thoughts I had when thinking about what I want my line to look like. Both a partner that will protect me and I can learn from. ADULT/CHAMPION: Siesamon!

Siesamon is based off of the Shisa, lion-dogs that are protectors and guardians. Siesamon follows that role as a guardian. Its fiercely loyal to its tamer, and fends of calamities and evil doers. They however are also very docile and enjoy sunbathing. I can just imagine Salamon digivolving to Siesamon, and letting me pet its fur to help relax from the latest chaos happening in Nerima..or our life right now tbh. Between the color palate and the mixture of lion and dog features it seems like a fitting digivolution for Salamon. ULTIMATE/PERFECT: Tyilinmon!

Tylinmon has some visual cohesion with siesamon, primarily the horn, and the way both of the tails and legs make use of cloud like spirals. Tylinmon is also described as a powerful digimon that detest conflict and bloodshed. The digimon reference guide puts a focus on its compassion towards all living things in the digital world, but will stand up against those who needlessly cause bloodshed. Its dedication to compassion is what makes Tylinmon appeal to me. MEGA/ULTIMATE Sakuyamon (Miko Mode Mostly))

Sakuyamon (Miko mode) is a mode that Sakuyamon takes when she isn't fighting and is instead focused on performing Shinto rites. The digimon refrence guide says shes puts a lot of her power into her ability to exorcise evil spirits. Striving towards peace and other types of solutions to Violence, I like to think that Salamon would primarily turn into the MIko mode... but I suppose they can form change into the standard Sakuyamon form if a fight really got out of hand! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alright I'm back(Rain) And I'll be going over my line. My line has two main themes going about it, martial arts.... and self acceptance. I'm bigender, and despite everyone else in this body already being ok with their identities and such, I still struggle to well be sincere and confident in embracing all of myself. And um I guess my hopes for my partner would be someone I can grow alongside with and embrace all aspects of how I feel and see myself.. And a sparring buddy!

ADULT/CHAMPION: Turuiemon!

So I actually had some difficulty trying to find a line that felt right for me. Turuiemon and the ultimate/mega in my line actually started off as being potential options for *Reyna* but after thinking about it and Reyna going in a different direction, there was a lot for me to like about Turuiemon. It is explicitly a martial artist, the digimon reference guide mentions it being found the hinterlands of a chinese mountain province, and its agility reminds me of my own training. TBH if I were to have a partner that didn't digivolve I think I would just pick Turuiemon. I never expected myself to have such a connection to a rabbit but here we are. But this digimon does digivolve and into....

ULTIMATE/PERFECT: Grappleomon

GrapLeomon is a digimon said to have taken the data from various fighting video games. The digimon reference book it unleashes a variety of ever changing techniques. Certainly sounds like anything goes! You may also notice that grapleomon is another member of the leomon family, this is where accepting all parts of me come in. My headmates are apart of, as I am apart of them. Having a digimon in the same family as Reynyas Ultimate/Mega stage displays that bond, and uh helps me over come a fear of cats I suppose( the others are ok with them mostly, but I well I dont get scared but I do get nervous). So martial artists... embracing myself and my headmates... I wonder what the final stage is.

MEGA/ULTIMATE: Lovely Angemon

As Reyna decided to not use Lovely Angemon and instead went for Sakuyamon... I found myself considering her. I was um. well I was uncertain about such a feminine design. Like I said, I'm bigender but I still get nervous about presenting feminine, of letting myself be soft. But...I do like the design, I do want to be feminine at least some times, and not because of a disguise, or i'm tricking someone, or because I have a curse and might as well use it. Its because thats part of who I am. It also doesn't help that shes described as a close combat specialist. She also enjoys eating tasty food while walking around and well, everyone knows when it comes to snacking the girl form is the way to go

And those our are lines! Okay I did mention a secret 4th thing. Well originally I was trying to set you a different digimon to be *my* lines final stage. And that was Qinglongmon

A Long twirling dragon connected to storms the wind? Why well it did remind me of one of my most important techniques. A technique that I learned when I was a pretty low point, in my exo-memories of course. The Hiryū Shōten Ha or Heaven Blast of the Dragon. Tbh It doesn't match any of the lines all too well, and i'm leaving it here mostly as a reference. But given its powerful and regalness, I also kind of like the idea that if like, Reynya, Reyna, and I came kind of co-fronted or at least were in Unison... Well Salamon could warp digivolve to it. IDK If that sounds cheesy or dumb or whatever. but yeah. This has been fun, I hope you enjoyed reading our rambles.

#Salamon #gatomon #tailmon #lynxmon #saberleomon #siesamon #Tyilinmon #Sakuyamon #Sakuyamon (miko mode) #Turuiemon #Grappleomon #lovely angemon #qinglongmon #reyna of the grove #reynya of the grove #rain of the grove

[audinosaur]

the seijoh boys as littlest pet shop toys!

i scoured through toysisters.com to assign different lps' to all of seijoh and by golly i had fun while doing it

iwaizumi: pet #92

cool guy

reminds me of a german shepherd and iwa is the most german shepherd ever

he seems like he'd be an overall chill guy

tug o' war champion

i'm getting "average height guy whose friends constantly call him a short king just because they're taller than him" energy from it

and that's basically the majority of seijoh w iwaizumi

dependable

oikawa: pet #818 

she’s stunning she’s gorgeous she’s everything

him being an ostrich is funny to me

also the colors suit him really well, oikawa’s entire personality is very mint-colored

stars in his eyes

they have matching little sprouts of hair! <3

honorable mention: #1751 

this is the bitch that everyone type casted as the main character/mean girl when they played with their lps’ as a kid and all the other toys are in love w her 

yk what i mean

and that just seems very oikawa tooru

hanamaki: pet #460

look in its eyes. 

very fluffy 

they have the same pink hair (fur)

the curled eyelash/eyeliner is so funky and makki is the mayor of funktown

:3 face which is just so

do we all get what i'm trying to say?

matsukawa: pet #2270 

LOOK AT THE EYEBROWS

literally everything about him is perfect 

i cant even begin to describe it

a little scruffy & shaggy, its ears remind me of mattsun's hairstyle

imagine looking into the window of a pet store and seeing this thing (+ makki's) staring up at you. would u not be amused?

he's planning something

honorable mention: #1861

he’s got sneakers on??

swagged out lizard

no need for further elaboration

watari: pet #1026 

this is the one i am the most confident about and I personally feel like it's obvious why

friend shaped

bald

i could see watari being a ferret otter thingy

similar big round eyes that bore into your soul

this just feels so correct i love them

he smile :)

kyoutani: pet #135

yellow dog

it's so pudgy kyoutani would adore it

he’s the epitome of a grumpy bulldog

they have the same eyebrows (or lack thereof)

the little frowny mouth i am crying

secretly a sweetheart (i can feel it in my bones)

honorable mention: #2472 

lmao bee

yahaba: pet #1106 

no explanation but do u see the vision?

this is how oikawa views him. puppy dog eyes and all.

it simultaneously looks like both a rule follower and a conniving little shit (aka yahaba shigeru)

imagine this thing barking ferociously at kyoutani's lps

(meanwhile watari's is just standing off to the side watching)

honorable mention: #108

they have the same swoopy hair

it made me laugh ok

look at it

kindaichi: pet #1519 

tall!

idk what dog breed this is supposed to be exactly but all the ‘seijoh as dogs’ art i’ve seen has made him look vaguely like this

pointed up ears = pointed up hair

its tail looks very waggable and kindaichi is constantly wagging his metaphorical tail when he's happy so

kindaichi's so dogboy it's unreal

looks both cowardly and strong at the same time

kunimi: pet #2204 

this one also doesn’t rlly have an explanation

but the color palette suits him i think 

the cat looks like it take some nice ass naps and kunimi is our catnapping king

cold dead eyes of judgement

slightly bitchy

ppl come up to it expecting to pet it but it actually just hisses at them (an analogy for kunimi when interacting with most people)

in conclusion: a lot of dogs. i love aoba johsai.

#seijoh #aoba johsai #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #watari shinji #kyoutani kentarou #yahaba shigeru #kindaichi yuutarou #kunimi akira #haikyuu!! #littlest pet shop

[atherix]

Soo, A few more characters description questions

In midnight what do Scott and Jimmy look like (like what do they normally wear)

And. What do the watcher gods look like or are they just kinda shadowy thjngs?

Also, could you give some character descriptions of Joe, lizzy, bdubs, doc and cleo, if you don't mind. And heights of the characters?

*I know I'm probably forgetting g someone and I need to reread midnight but I've been super busy

Hmmmmmmm this is a long post so I'll put it below the cut <3

Jimmy is "from a farm in Tumble Town" (supposedly) so likes to dress the part... though he does it, uh. Badly. Think button up, bluejean jacket and bluejeans that clash horribly, brown cowboy boots with the stirrups removed, a ten gallon hat that Scott is constantly hiding so he won't wear it in front of people, a red handkershief around his throat- he's an absolute mess, not a shred of fashion sense to him. Scott, on the other hand, is absolutely fabulous. He wears colorful clothes, semi-formal style. Think suit without the jacket in shades of purple, and black dress shoes that are always shined to perfection. He also has his pale blue hair (ofc, he's Scott Smajor <3) and heterochromia, with an amber eye and a blue eye. They have matching wedding rings, gold <3 Jimmy is, of course, short as most Avians are- he's a few inches taller than Grian, at least. Meanwhile, Scott is around the same height as Scar, maybe just slightly shorter than him.

Watcher gods are.... in a way they're shapeshifters. We haven't seen their true forms but we will one day, but there's a reason in Grian's POV I describe him as "feeling like his skin is turning to molten glass." Watcher gods typically wear purple cloaks that completely hide their features, and will often hide in a humanoid facade (just as Grian is doing now), but their true forms are... unfathomable. I actually described one in Midnight Alley as;

" He doesn’t really know what he’s seeing. It’s unexplainable- incomprehensible, even. It’s not human though it wears long, flowing robes, and its four, six, nine wings are made of feathers that are both fire and ice, sharp yet flickering. They drip like liquid- like ichor- and are black and white and gold and violet all at once yet not at all. Crowns, many crowns, dance around and eyes- eyes, so many eyes- stare back at him, so many eyes he can’t figure out where the eyes end and the being begins.

It has two, four, seven arms yet none, shifting and malleable as it moves closer. It reaches out a hand, slowly- a hand that melts into a human-like shape, like spun glass and flowing magma. "

Joe... how to even describe Joe. He's Joe. I mean- like. Yeah. Joe is Joe. I don't even know how to describe him. He's the most human human to have ever human'd while somehow being so completely not human. Like. He's just a Dude™ but like. To the left. He's pretty average height, a bit shorter than Scar I'd think- so about Scott's height.

Lizzie has a few different forms, as a shapeshifter, but her human form is just... Lizzie. She has pink hair and more often than not her ears are cat ears, hidden under her hair. She likes to experiment with her style, though she likes Cute styles. As a humanoid-cat she's a pink, black and white calico! Of course she's also a pink, black and white calico in straight-up cat form but still. She's also pretty short, being a cat shapeshifter, somewhere between Jimmy and Scott's height. Bonus Joel, Lizzie's changeling husband. He's tall. Like not quite Mumbo tall but pretty close. He's a button-up and dress pants type man, wanting to look good for his wife and all that. He sometimes has a beard, sometimes he shaves it off.

BDubs is, again... he's BDubs. His style changes day to day, shifting between traditional Elven and traditional Vampire and then sometimes he's a T-shirt and jeans type of guy, but he always- ALWAYS, no exceptions- has his moss-woven cloak. Oh! He also has semi-long hair, nowhere near as long as Scar's but definitely around his shoulders, but even so he generally keeps his hood up when not at home. He's short, which is EXTREMELY abnormal for an Elf. No one knows what happened (that's a lie, I know and Belle knows if they remember). BDubs is just as short as Grian, if not an inch or two shorter.

Doc is Doc! He's a creeper hybrid (I may also allow him to be a goat hybrid as well, so maybe a creeper-goat hybrid) with prosthetics. While he was in his coven he was forced to dress in traditional Vampire clothes- like basically mourning suit, pretty much. Once he's out of there and recovering (in Xisuma's Coven, btw) and finding his own style again, he experiments but is almost always found with an open lab coat. Because I love him for that. He's around the same height as Scott, I believe.

Cleo... Cleo my queen... she's a Zombie hybrid Vampire so she has her classic green skin and red eyes, with fiery red hair that may or may not change into snakes when her Vampire magic starts to take over and changes her into her less human, more monstrous form :) But they definitely have a super classy classic Vampire style; beautiful, stunning gowns (some ripped almost to shreds in very aesthetically pleasing locations, some sleek, all beautiful) and stunning, absolutely gender-envy-inducing suits.... I am love they. Also, they are tall. Like. I mean tall. They're taller than Mumbo, in fact. Not by much, mind you, she's maybe got two inches at best on him but by god I fucking love tall Cleo and y'all can pry them from my cold fingers <3

That is perfectly understandable, hope you get through everything you need to do!! <3

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[rikkiroo1008]

Is Blitz possibly a Hybrid

While looking up something for Helluva Boss, I noticed something. I think Blitz is possible an imp hybrid or at the very least his mother is making him and Barbie a quarter imp.

Now Vivizie and her team are pretty good at keeping the species of demons designs consistent except. All imps are red skinned, shorter to average human height, have yellow sclera and a black slit like a cat’s eye or lizard’s. Also all their tails are prehential with an arrow shaped spade at the end. Female imps have black horns with thin white line indicating grooves and black hair. While males have thicker black and white striped horns and white hair. Now there is some variety in body shapes like Moxxie’s legs are different butt can be seen in others like his mother.

Now this is consistent with each imp, even named and background imps.

Now the biggest difference I’ve seen with Blitz, as well with Barbie Wire and Tilla their mother. One is their eyes are all yellow Sclera, a black pupil and a red iris.

And why i thinks is possible Blitz may only be a quarter is because look at Tilla’s horns. They are a solid black instead of like Barbie’s with the thin white lines. Now I think if anything Tilla is either full or part Succubus demon.

What we can see is that the succubi have similar skin tone and appearance to the imps except they are taller, have wings and their prehensile tail has a heart shaped spade. But the eyes are the same with possibly more color variation as Verosika’s are pink iris. And one thing I didn't mentioned, Imps don't have noticeable ears while it seems the Succubi do. Now we cant see the ears on the female succubi but we can assume that their hair is just covering it.

Also in the pilot episode where Tilla was meant to be Blitz’s older sister she had ears.

Now of course things could have been retconned, we don't know until we learn more about Blitz’s past. Also considering its very rare/unknown for any imps to own their own businesses or be celebrities. But the fact that it sounds like Barbie was famous at one point, if Blitz and Barbie are part a higher ranking demon might have allowed that to happen. 

Also Striker existing is proof that hybrids exist, with him seemingly resembling part shark demon. Also while looking at images Fizzaroli also has the same eyes as Blitz’s family.

Now does this mean Fizzaroli and Blitz are related, maybe but also I wanna say no. Mainly because it sounded like that they may have dated in the past but unsure. 

But one thing we know is the forehead mark on Blitz is present on Barbie, Tilla, Fizzaroli, and Blitz’s dad. Which means something about the the circus most likely. And its kind shaped like a heart skull combo. I wonder if this circus had a lot of Succubi and Imps combined. What do others think, has this been discussed before.

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[crazys-art]

day 28 of martch - redraw old art

had this idea 4 years ago and now i have realized it lol. i put way too much thought into this so notes below

notes for designs i did while making this:

i wanted them all to have unique eye shapes instead of defaulting to how i draw eyes normally because animal crossing characters dont have uniform eyes lol

also i worried wayy too much about some of the species choices lol. like. do i make junko a bear because monokuma, or does that give the twist away? do i make everybody a different species, or do i double dip in a few places to make the twin twist less predictable? ultimately decided fuck it im not writing the game im drawing fanart i can do what i want

when i first came up with this idea i'd only fully decided on the species of 7 of the cast so here's my train of thought for why they are what they are:

yasuhiro- easiest out of the way first. there's nothing else he could be but a frog. decided to give him the weird facial hair animal crossing sometimes gives their characters because its not animal crossing without a couple ugly guys (affectionate)

hifumi- big guy. elephant. made sense. gave him some pink accents despite not thinking it worked all that well to get that animal crossing authenticity yknow lol. plus he likes some cutesy things so he can have some pink as a treat

sakura- felt bad about making her a gorilla ngl- especially since she is. one of the three characters in this game with a darker skin tone. but literally no other species made sense for her. and ngl there are like. no gorilla villagers i like. so i tried my best to make her look cool as hell

sayaka- cat villagers are super popular, so might as well make the ultimate pop idol one, right?

asahina- okay this comes from bias on my part but in my new horizons my default uchi villager was a rabbit and asahina would 100% be an uchi villager so bada bing bada boom. ended up making her coat more orange than it actually is cause i wanted her to be red and didnt want it to clash.

mondo- im going to be completely honest. when i thought of this i was just like "oh that makes sense i always associated mondo with tigers i dont remember why tho." and i just double checked and not only are they in his execution but he also has tiger underwear. so. this ones canon imo

ishimaru- once again, wolf villagers are popular, and just made sense for him. hes a loyal rules guy, and more edgy than a dog- plus, it gives him a cat and dog dynamic with mondo! this concludes everyone that i came up with their species 4 years ago, below is the ones i decided now

kyoko: i was between anteater and wolf for her, and since i decided not to double dip on species, i went with anteater. idk, anteater villagers always seem so aloof and strange to me, it's just her vibe.

junko & mukuro: i was between bear, cat, and rabbit for them, and once again, avoided double dipping. bear is pretty obvious, but cat was because once again, cat villagers are so popular, and rabbit was because of the irony. junko's ears are also supposed to mimic the little monokuma hair ties she has lol

celestia: i was between anteater and ostrich, and i'd already chosen kyoko as the anteater. i didn't even remember that the ostrich villager was called ostrich for a bit, i kept thinking of her as a peacock, but then realized that was perfect for her whole european thing lol.

toko: i was between cat and squirrel, and sayaka was cat. her just being such a small bitter little guy is fitting for her i think.

chihiro: i was between hamster, rabbit, and mouse, and rabbit was taken. i think i only went with mouse because i wanted to draw that head shape, but i did realize after that that means they and mondo are a cat and mouse lol

makoto: i was between deer and dog, and honestly it all came down to his ahoge. if there was a way to have antlers and an ahoge, i would have done so, but honestly it worked out for the best i think. having a dog and cat relationship with sayaka + komaru and toko being dog and squirrel just worked too well.

togami: i was between horse and eagle and this was one of the hardest decisions. ultimately went with eagle simply because i didnt want to draw an animal crossing horse. this did end up making the squirrel be obsessed with the eagle which i do love. i kept trying to work blue into his design but it just did not work at all.

leon: oh leon. the hardest one to choose. i had to save him for until id decided everyone else lol. i was between bull, eagle, and tiger, and went with bull bc of double dipping. all three suited him equally i think it was hard to choose. also coloring him was hard too lol

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