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orphiceonian · 1 month
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The Junior Deputy
happy 6th anniversary fc5!
cosplay made and worn by me
photos by str2wberrq on instagram
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thefigureresource · 4 months
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Momo Belia Deviluke : Nurse Cosplay [To LOVEru Darkness] non scale from Union Creative coming June 2024.
💉 Preorder Here 💉
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snakecultist · 10 months
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nekooohime · 28 days
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Shoot for this month ! =D
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froggyhoodiegay · 1 year
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I wish i could tell all the children/teens who are confused about their gender identity/sexuality who cosplay those anime boys how much they would LOVE Drag Kings/Drag culture outside the context of just RuPaul's Drag race bc those funky little kids are cute little mini kings FR! I wish them nothing but happiness, love, and growth <3
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tanzoir · 1 year
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My cosplay of Lala from To Love Ru based on her bunny girl outfit figurine ❤️
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sukebanfactory · 2 years
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To LOVE Ru Cosplay
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Another oldie with a background, you like?
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emmadiej · 1 year
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Why isn't there a show where models are paired with cosplay crafters and the cosplayers have to make them cool costumes and teach them about the source material and the fandom and stuff?
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orphiceonian · 6 months
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The Eternal Keeper
have some modern Kassandra content, my special treat
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beenbaanbuun · 2 months
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top hat and cane w/ arriba!mingi
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words - i don’t know…
genre - smut
warnings - arriba!mingi, mean dom!mingi, degradation (slut, dumb), semi public masturbation, cane fucking (i’m so sorry), clothed sex, p in v, no protection, cum eating, choking kind of??, restraining kind of?????, cumming inside, please send help :D
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watching mingi fumble round the stage dressed as willy wonka wasn’t exactly something you found yourself attracted to
the man underneath was a different story
you quite often fumbled under mingi’s sharp gaze that stares you down like he’s a lion and you’re his prey
but the top hat and the cane? you’d have to pass up on that opportunity
at the end of the song he comes rushing off the stage in his usual mingi way; all gangly and sweet and with zero evidence of the persona he’d just been flaunting
but then his eyes land on you and he straightens up before strutting towards you
you feel the cold metal of his cane pressing against your chin and tilting your head up to look at him, and before you know it your mind is blank
he whips his sunglasses off and folds them up, trailing them down your neck to hook them over the neckline on your tshirt
you gulp as you feel his finger linger on the fabric for a few seconds, just tugging it down ever-so-slightly before releasing it
“what do we have here?” his voice has dropped an octave and it goes straight to your core
you squeeze your thighs together and hope he doesn’t notice
by the way he quirks his brow, you can tell he does
if you didn’t have a cane holding you in place, you’d have dropped your gaze by now but instead you have no choice but to let him stare you down
“pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he mutters as he lets his face dip in closer until his lips graze against your earlobe, “a dirty little slut by the looks of it too. you’re fooling no one, sweetie.”
his words completely numb your brain until all you can think is mingi, mingi, mingi again and again
but just as he forces your mind to take a nosedive into nothingness, he pulls away
his lips are gone, and the cane is gone, and all of a sudden your boyfriend is standing in front of you with his usual wonky grin
“i have to go back on stage soon, sunshine,” he pouts as he takes his hat off and places it gently on your head, “look after that for me until i’m finished, okay?”
and you nod, because there’s no way you can even begin to farm a coherent sentence when your brain is still uselessly chanting his name
“good girl,” he giggles as he spins and passes you his cane before running off towards the stylists
you don’t watch the rest of the performance
you’re not sure you’ll be able to hold it together if you do
so instead you find an abandoned room somewhere backstage with nothing in it other than an old leather couch
you sit there, letting your short skirt lift up as you do so
your wet panties press directly against the leather, but you can’t find it in you to care about the mark it will inevitably leave
no, the only thing on your mind is the ache that sits low in your stomach
you could ignore it, but the longer you do the greater it gets
your clit is begging to be touched at this point, but you don’t know if you should
you don’t know how long you have left until the show is finished, and you have to be out front again to great your boyfriend and pretend that his stupid willy wonka cosplay hasn’t sent you spiralling into the depths of depravity
but judging by the noise outside, you assume that you maybe have 15 minutes until the show is over?
and you can be quick if you really want to
skip the self-foreplay and just go straight for the orgasm that you so desperately desire
with a sigh, you let your hand push your panties to the side and you relish the feeling of the cold air against your wet folds
you whine into the empty room as your fingers begin to rub against your slit, spreading the moisture up and down until you decide your clit is suitably lubed up
your fingers focus there next, rubbing gentle circles against the throbbing bundle of nerves that had been desperately begging for some relief ever since mingi called you a slut
he was kind of right, though
only a slut would be so desperately desperately playing with themselves in a public room, with a door that doesn’t even lock, on a sofa that isn’t theirs
the thought makes you moan, a mixture of anxiety and arousal bubbling up inside of you and causing your fingers to increase their pace
you’re quickly approaching your high, but it’s not enough
it’s on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t quite push yourself far enough to reach it
you need something inside of you
your eyes flicker to the side, landing on the cane
the head of it is a bulbous orb, and upon studying it for a few seconds, you reach the decision that it’s probably about the same width as your boyfriend’s cock
you whine at the thoughts rushing through your head, but before you can push them away, your idle hand is rushing forwards the grab the stem of the cane and pull it closer
the cold sphere is pressed to your core before you know it, and all it takes is a little pressure before it slips inside with a squelch
it’s cold and big, and it almost makes you squeal as you push it further inside, but god does it feel good
it stretches you open perfectly and you were right about it being the same size as mingi
it pushes at your gooey walls just like he does, and when it brushes against the squishy membrane that feels so fucking good, you finally let go
your orgasm is long and hard and leaves you deaf for just a few seconds
it would be fine, except for the fact that it means you don’t even notice the click of the door opening
“my, my,” a familiar voice grabs your attention and you turn your head quickly to where your boyfriend is shutting the door behind himself, “what do we have here?”
he walks to the corner of the room where an empty desk chair sits and grabs it
you watch as he takes it back the the door, using it to barricade the only way into the room
“dumb slut didn’t even make sure no one else would walk in,” he grunts as he turns to you, stalking closer and closer until he’s able to wrap a hand around your slack jaw, “although i bet you would’ve loved it wouldn’t you?”
you whimper as he crouches down just low enough to wrap a hand around the stem on the cane that still sits inside of you
he twists it once, letting it brush against your g-spot ever so gently
the way your eyes roll into the back of your head just makes him bark out a laugh
“you really were desperate, hm?” he tugs at the cane once more, pulling at it until he manages to completely pull it free
the pyrex ball glistens as your wetness coats it, dripping down it slowly
mingi studies it for a second before lifting it up to your face
“lick it clean,” he orders, “you messed it up so it’s your duty to clean it up, right?”
and you can’t argue with that logic, so you don’t
you let your tongue dart out and lick a stripe up the orb before fully wrapping your lips around it
you cheeks hollow out and you try your hardest to maintain eye contact with your boyfriend
but as you dip your head forward, the hat slips and covers your vision
you whine and lift your hand to take it off, but a sharp stinging sensation rings through it and you pull it back
“i thought i told you to look after that until i’m finished, slut,” he pushes it firmly back to where it sat before, “be a good girl and listen.”
mingi pulls the cane free with a pop
part of you expects him to just put it to the side and forget about it for a while as he fucks you into the couch
but instead you feel the thin base of it press against your chest as he pushes you back against the leather
it travels up to your chin so he can lift it once more
and when your eyes settle on his, all you can see is lust
pure, unadulterated lust
the cane retracts briefly, just long enough for mingi to undo his trousers and drop them along with his boxers
and then it’s back at your neck, only this time he’s holding it lengthways between his two hands and using it to pin you down
it’s gentle enough not to hurt you, but there’s still enough pressure for your breath to catch every time you inhale
“now, my little slut,” he grows as he straddles you, hard dick slipping against your folds, “use your pretty little hands and slip me inside, hm?”
you nod, well, as well as you can with a cane pressed against your throat
“y-yes, mingi,” you whimper as your hands go to grasp at the heavy appendage that’s leaking precum against your already stretched out hole
“good slut,” he spits out as you line him up so he can push inside, “let me fuck you just as good as my cane did. let me stretch you out and and fill you up, sweetie. it’s what little sluts like you deserve, isn’t it.”
he begins to thrust rhythmically into you, hips smacking against yours with such vigour and desperation that it reminds you of how you were playing with yourself not too long ago
it’s clear by his pants that he needs it just as bad as you do, and when his pace quickens, you realise that you are the cane in this situation
he’s just using you to get himself off, and fuck that’s hot
the thought makes you clench around him and he grunts loud and deep in response
“f-fucking play with yourself,” he says through clenched teeth, “wanna feel you c-cum around me, sweetie. always feels so good.”
and you do as he says as though it’s law
desperate fingers find your clit, just as they had earlier, and begin to rub sloppy circles against the wet bud
it’s still sensitive from your little self-pleasuring session and you can’t help the way your hips jerk up to meet his own
if his hands were free, you had no doubt he’d pin you down, but for now all he can do is glare
“did i say you could fucking move?” he says through gritted teeth, although the whine that follows it undercuts the domineering tone slightly, “f-fucking stay still or you won’t get anything.”
and you know that isn’t true - mingi’s never left you high and dry before, and you doubt the big softie is about to start now - but it still sends a wave of fear down your spine
sure, you’d already cum tonight, but there’s nothing wrong with being a little greedy
so you focus your mind on keeping your hips glued to the couch as you continue to chase the high that’s getting closer and closer
it happens a lot quicker this time, with an already sensitive clit and your boyfriend’s heavy cock pressing against your cervix again and again
before you know it, your body is quickening slightly and your walls are tightening against your boyfriend
the sensation makes his hips still against yours, and with a breathy moan, he releases his own load deep into you
the pressure of the cane is gone before you know it, quickly replaced by the pressure of mingi’s overgrown body as he lays down on top of you
his hand is quick to knock the top hat off of your head, and you watch as it bounces off of the couch, landing on the floor
fingers lace themselves within your hair and begin to rub against your scalp in a weird, half-hearted massage
“you did so well,” he finally mumbles against your ear, “such a good girl for me, sunshine.”
you nod, tiredly against his neck
“you were hot,” you mutter, “m’sorry i couldn’t wait for you to get here.”
he just chuckles
“you’re kidding, right?” he pushes himself up so he can see you properly, but you can’t help but whine at the loss of contact, “walking in on you fucking yourself with my cane was probably the hottest thing i’ve ever seen. i’ll be cumming to that memory forever.”
you giggle
“now come on, sunshine,” he slips out of you and stands up onto shaky legs, “let’s get you up and back to the hotel, okay? i need to take care of you and i’m sure as hell not doing it here.”
he pulls his pants back on and watches as you slip your panties back into place and smooth out your skirt
“good girl,” he whispers, “my good girl.”
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s/o is a streamer/youtuber who has a rather big following.
one day, they wanted their skelefriend to join that days video.
and the fans loved him! after a week there was already multiple peices of fanart of s/o and skelefriend.
skellies reactions?
Undertale Sans - He's flattered your people like him. He was a bit shy at first, but then you asked him to take care of the chat while they had to go to the bathroom so he started telling jokes and that worked so much people only wanted him for the rest of the night. He might try to open his own channel one of these days, it was fun. He loves the fanarts.
Undertale Papyrus - He has FANS. He is so excited. His followers on social media exploded and every time he receives a new fanart, he runs down the stairs to show you, so excited. He's overwhelmed with all the attention.
Underswap Sans - He's not sure why people are so interested in him but some of them are like really obsessed with his star eyes and that makes him a bit uncomfortable because he doesn't like it when people notice it too much. He's glad he left a good memory in your fans' minds though.
Underswap Papyrus - He's overwhelmed. First, people found his social media account and now everyone can see his drawings and he's so scared to check his notifications. He's glad about the fanarts, but he struggles to understand why people like him so much. He's just some dude.
Underfell Sans - Everyone is drawing him as a grumpy old man because he was not that enthusiastic about this. He's not sure if he should feel flattered or offended. It gets too much when one of your fans asks you if they can have the grumpy skeleton in the photo too. He's an internet meme now. He hates it.
Underfell Papyrus - W-well of course he totally expected people to love him that much! That is simply natural. He's not at all printing all the fanarts and looking at them with a big smile and tearing eyes before going to sleep every night. The ones where he appears with Doomfanger are his favorite.
Horrortale Sans - So, uh, he kinda forgot that night and he is just so confused why all your fans suddenly knows him and wants hugs and photos with him. He plays along, but you can tell he has no idea what the hell is going one. But he tries, he doesn't want to be mean.
Horrortale Papyrus - He's unsure about all the love at first as it feels like people are only interested in him because he's tall and scary. But when the next week you go to a meet & greet in a con and everyone is nice to him and gives him gifts and wants to take photos, he breaks down eventually and starts to cry. His heart is too full of rainbows.
Swapfell Sans - He acts like he doesn't care but he's checking his social media all the time to see if there's new fanarts and is actually sad when there's none. He's a bit addicted to this. More than he pretends to at least.
Swapfell Papyrus - He's a streamer as well, and quite a popular one. You basically just officialized you're a couple and now people are going crazy about this, speculating about your wedding or if you want children. Rus thinks it's funny, but he's quick to set boundaries after a random fan asks them when they're going to marry and if they can come.
Fellswap Gold Sans - So, someone came to him in a meet and greet, cosplaying him. Wine is very offended, very curious and very confused. He keeps looking at you, not sure if he has to atomize that guy or congratulate him. Help? He wants to destroy them so bad but that's probably not a good idea in the middle of a crowd.
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He put all the fanarts on his wall and sometimes you catch him just staring at them, smiling. He's definitely going to draw something to thank your community. Those people are too nice to him, he wants to cry.
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denrihoushasen · 3 months
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Toki cosplay update :33
[rus] tgc ==> @EDSofLight
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slexenskee · 1 year
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May Death Never Stop You Entire Plot, Except its Memes
Some writers make bulleted lists, some meticulously graph out plots, some scribble a rough outline... and I apparently just make a bunch of memes lol. To celebrate 1989 Bookmarks for this fic (this is also my 500th post on tumblr??!😭), I’m posting my working timeline/plot outline for May Death Never Stop You ... which is a bunch of Ru-kun twitter posts in some semblance of order. 
Fair warning, this is very vaguely spoiler-ish since it’s the outline for the whole story, as told by Ru-kun’s shitposts. Idk where I got them all from anymore lol a lot from tumblr but also instagram
ARC 1: BACK STREETS BACK ALRIGHT 🔥 The great return of Gojo Satoru
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ARC 2: Fuck therapy I’m becoming a villian / Eraserhead’s worst problem child
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Arc 3: Gettin’ Jiggy With It / Humarise I
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Arc 4: A Glitch with Great Hair / USJ
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Arc 5: Someone needs to fuck me in my slutty gerard way cosplay and I think you’re a solid candidate Sports Festival / Hero Killer I
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Arc 6: I can’t believe I have been forced to feel feelings Hero Killer II / Hosu
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Arc 7: No Rest for the Wicked / Training Camp 
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Arc 8: THE WEDDING CRASHERS ARC / Kamino
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Arc 9: SCRUBS UNITE ARC / Post Kamino
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Arc 10: No such thing as too many croissants arc/ Humarise II 
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Arc 11: RETURN OF THE MACK ARC / Shie Hassaikai 
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Arc 12: The mortifying ordeal of being known™ on twitter / Pro Hero 
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Arc 13: Haters gonna hate, but I’m just gonna dance / Endeavor Agency
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Arc 14: Just feeling myself in my villain era, living life and vibing /Meta Liberation
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Arc 15: Sorry I told you about my trauma do you still think I'm hot / Paranormal War
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Arc 16: You know what, you have a constitutional right to be a dumbass / final arc???
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stake-bait · 6 months
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KIEVAN RUS GAME? tell me more!! (my main vtm pc’s childe is rurik the varangian)
Firstly very impressive linage on your PC holy shit.
Secondly oh boy, I'll try to summerize
I did a sort of alternate history game in 980 AD in the wake of the mass conversion at Kiev and the christianization of the Kievan Rus as a whole, though with a lot more pagan holdouts in the north. The proto sabbat prince in this game wanted to bring more of a unified religion "the church of Cain" to the local vampire population to encourage a unique vampire culture and build a strong political base, and was using her status as holder of (future saint) Olga of Kiev's (a vamp in this game) coffin to do so. Our coterie, a retired varangian werewolf hunter turned beet farmer gangrel Halvar, our constantly lying, single adoptive father to a human child christan monk Casimir, and rusalka cosplaying local cryptid nosfertu Lavinia, were not big fans of this, due to personal political and religious differences.
The game centered around them going on a mission as assigned by said prince to find her runaway childer, while secretly gathering an army of vampiric (and surprisingly a few lupine) political dissidents to go fight her, while also dealing with a cell of hunters dedicated to rescuing ghouls and turning them back to humans who were obsessed with finding a cure for vampirism. The group defeated the most troublesome of the hunters and prince and murdered A LOT of the local vampire governance to the point where two of them (along with a fuckload of allies) actually took over themselves, and one of them fucked off to the woods to try to further study a cure. There was a glorious scene of setting the palace on fire on Christmas morning as the game ended.
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