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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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thinking about mean dom dino with but twist it with youngest and oldest rivalry of mean dom seungcheol having crazy threesome trying to impress you. and lots and lots heavy degradation.

insane combo.

Pairing: incubus!seungcheol x afab!reader x incubus!chan

Genre: smut, dark, fantasy

Word count: 3.7k

tags: poly, HEAVY degration (slut, whore, stupid) competitive chancheol, lip piercing!dino, banter, unprotected sex, reader with breasts, breed kink, breast play, clit slapping, spitting, spanking, choking, face slapping, oral fixation, ass play, oral (giving and receiving), double penetration, possesive chan, very brief mentions of death

Summary: A human serves one purpose to an incubus like Chan or Seungcheol. They were fuel.

author note: i went a little wild hahaha, my favorite dirty thing i wrote in a while, and i happen to really like how my banner looks, pls look <3

tagging: @candidupped

Chan bemused you the moment he crawled from the deep depths of hell, so he claims, determined to feed on you, the moment he first laid his eyes on you. His eyes flickered of fire red, and the tips of his dark hair met not only his eyes but grazed his broad shoulders. Chan stood before you, like he had discerned his fate in your eyes. He hadn't the slightest idea who you were, but deep down in his nonexistent soul, he craved for you. He had to have you.

You were living a timid cycle of mundane cosplay: working to make ends meet, sending money to family for their support, and putting energy into the world that hardly served you as an individual. It’d be dishonest to say you didn't crave adventure, intimacy, or belonging. You found all that in this strange demon.

He was mystifying, alluring, strapping. His face was boyish, and if you look too quickly, he would appear deceivingly kind. Despite that, his body is taller, wider, stronger than any ‘boy’ you had come in contact with. Then again, he wasn’t considered a ‘man’ either. No man had this kind of effect on you.

You had not experienced sex like you had with Chan. The way he handled you had a lasting effect. You savored him from his skin that burns like a thousand suns against yours to the cock that plunges into you like he’s playing a melody. The images alone of him restraining, biting you, swallowing nectar from you make your legs shake, your heart pound, the heat between your legs pulse (not that you had much time imagining with Chan).

No one had made you long for his body day after day, as Chan did. The fact he wasn’t human made all the more sense. You were aware of these mythical creatures, but never did you imagine you’d come face to face with an actual incubus, let alone two.

“You cannot make me.”

“Come at once, young demon. Do not make me repeat myself. You cannot attach yourself to this human. You have duties!”

You sit in silence at the scene before you, shamefully caught nude from the mid-coitus. The new demon had appeared within air, moments away from your intense wave of arousal, only to have your partner ripped off from right on top of you and land harshly on the hard floor with a thud.

You remember to cover yourself instantaneously with‌ your duvet, frustrated initially, but melt once you meet the eyes of your intruder. He was a tall and astute presence; demand was clear in his eyes. You blink back at him in awe, drawn to him like you are for Chan and now you are unsure where to avert your hungry gaze towards.

Seungcheol comes to retrieve his younger colleague, forcing his hand to take him back to the underworld before he leaves a permanent mark. You feared it had already gotten too far from that point as you have shared the bed and sexually embraced each other countless nights. The young demon had laid its mark on you and it burned to have him away from you for long.

Chan refused to leave, finding solace in his comfort mortal and he knew you wouldn’t let him leave either. Seungcheol, although understanding as he sees the energy you emit–a concoction of fatigue, lethargy, and insatiable lust–which makes you the perfect prey for their kind, but he is insistent.

“You have one job here and you must come back home once you are nourished.”

“I don’t care. I am to spend the rest of eternity here with my Y/n. They provide me with all I need!”

He called you his. You could feel blood rush to your cheeks hearing that, bending your neck to look down to avoid any watchful eyes, failing knowing that Seungcheol’s gaze was burning through your skull.

Seungcheol exhales, running a hand through his hair. “You’re being impossible, Chan.”

“You haven’t had a specimen like them, Seungcheol. You wouldn’t be able to proceed accordingly once you have a taste.”

The older demon cocks his brow at Chan, sneering at him as he bends down to meet his eyes. “Your impulse control by choosing not to leave this mortal’s side just further proves you’re a foolish demon. There’s no such thing. I am perfectly capable of anything and everything. They are merely human.”

Chan grits his teeth back at the man. “Care to wager then?”

This piques the elders, gesturing to the younger one to proceed. Chan then goes on to challenge him.He suggests they would both partake in taking you to bed with the same goal in mind: making you as cum as much as possible. Easy enough. If Seungcheol could find himself to resist you after a few rounds of sex, he’d drag Chan right back. If he doesn’t, Chan gets to stay right where he is.

It was just a matter of having Seungcheol understand Chan to a degree. If Chan couldn’t have enough of you, who can say Seungcheol will? It was about time the youngest demon would show that age does not equate skill or power.

Chan takes back his place against the bed, smiling down at you with a knowing smile. He picks you up from the back of the head, colliding with your lips, the metal on the bottom of his mouth cooly grazing against your flushed skin. You feel him smile. Your heart flutters at the most tender gesture he’s ever displayed. “Seungcheol shall join us. Maybe sure to give him a warm welcome.”

You nod gingerly, eyes blown out in lust, letting him take your hands. “Yes, Chan.”

“Good little slut.”

Chan beckons the third over, having their new guest strip down from their attire with your attentive eyes trained on him. The shirt is pulled off his body in a swift move, revealing the rippling torso—pure muscle packed in every sculpture of his body—and the clasp of his pants comes apart, the fabric falling abandoned to the ground. His firm length gets caught in his grasp, a stroke of his hand pulls up from his shaft, and he joins your ensemble with a crooked smile.

“Let’s see what makes you so special.”

Your throat goes dry in their presence, legs folding underneath you in a position of submission, and you stare back up at their eyes flickering–much like a lit candle that burns brightest in the darkest of spaces—hands shaking in anticipation.

In minutes, your eyes water from the intense sensation of your core having a pair of lips latched against it. Chan holds you from behind to steady you—caressing your breasts, pinching your nipples, licking up the intoxicating perspired skin on your neck—while he yearns to be the one with your pussy in his mouth instead of Seungcheol. The younger demon growls as he bites down, an anguished yelp leaving your lips.

Seungcheol buries himself deeper between your legs. His hot breath ghosts over your inner thighs, tongue licking stripes over your wet slit, pursing his lips and suctioning them as he feels your fingers thread through his hair. Your jaw drops the harder he persists. Your legs convulse, riding the stranger's face as if it came naturally to you. You have to remind yourself that sex does not occur even remotely close to this, knowing their capabilities are beyond what you’d find outside the walls of your complex.

“How’s his mouth? Are you enjoying yourself?”

You babble in response. Chan’s question becomes an afterthought. Your tongue twisted in knots as Seungcheol performs splendidly well, his tongue sweeping over your folds before plunging inside, while a looped arm allows his hand to play with your clit, squeezing it harshly. He can’t help but be proud of your response. He had done this countless times on other prey, but yours had to be especially entertaining. Chan averts your attention by pulling back the hair of your scalp, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Answer when you’re asked a question.”

You nod back at him, swallowing down your drool, gasping out exasperated, “Yes. He makes me feel…so good…”

Chan sneers at your answer, squeezing the sides of your cheeks with an index and thumb, pursing your lips. “Open,” he demands.

You do as you're told, your wet pink muscle sticks out in front of him, fatigue weighing down on your eyelids making them flutter. Chan shifts his mouth, drawing himself closer, harshly spitting back in your mouth. “Now swallow like a good whore.”

Seungcheol groans deep in your pussy, slapping against the side of your thigh and your body flinches, the spit naturally sliding down your throat. With that, Chan presses the back of your head toward him and meets your lips. You moan between the gap of his mouth, his tongue heatedly caressing yours. His hands fall back against your breasts, finding the sensitive peaks between his fingers before pulling and pinching. His deceivingly sweet laughter plays soothingly in your ears.

“Look at you. Can’t fucking control yourself.” He kneads into your flesh, pulling at your bottom lip, the brush of his piercing making the hairs on your neck stand. “Like how he eats you out, hmm? Better than me?”

You have no idea how to answer. Chan has eaten you out a handful of times, all gut wrenchingly delectable, but could you say that in front of Seungcheol? Would that have been mean? Or if it was the other way around?

It’s like Seungcheol is listening when his pace falters, looking up into your gaze from between your legs. His hair falls to his pretty round eyes, a light dusting of red on his face. He offers you a smile, one that blurs the line between sinister and giving. “Tell him, baby. I won’t get hurt, can’t say the same for Chan.”

Chan drags his tongue on the inside of his cheek, glaring back at the other demon but is only met with a smile on their face as he goes back to engorge on your needy pussy. You helplessly bite back a moan, trying to conjure a response. “I like b-both…but right now…S-Seungcheol.”

The victor rewards you with a fiercer round, having you scream out his name before your legs begin to give out on you. Your knees take either side of head and pushes himself deeper in you, his tongue unmercifully fucking the inside of your warmth. Your legs twitch to his side and you end up holding him down. His hand comes down on your clit in retaliation and you flinch with every time he repeats the gesture.

“Mmh, I’m going to–!” Your liquid heat releases from you like cream, riding the surface of his face like the perfect instrument to catch your cum.

Chan only further enhances the sensation by wrapping a hand around the back of your neck, closing the exits for your breaths. “Stupid slut, take his fucking tongue. Warm yourself for a real good fucking time. Say thank you.”

Your vision dulls, gasping for every possible breath. You hold your hands to cover his and squeeze harder around your throat. A smile stretches over your face. “T-thank you…thank you!”

“You listen so fucking well. Only thing you’re good at besides being a good fucking cumslut for me. You gonna take our cum today? Hmm?”

You nod back at him gingerly. “Yes, please, I want your cum. I want all your cum, please.”

Chan forgivingly lets you go. “Seungcheol my turn. Time to get your dick sucked.”

Smug in the face, Seungcheol rests against the bed frame with now your head between his legs. With your chest down and ass up, you simultaneously offer a view for both of them, caressing the length of Seungcheol cock against your cheeks. Chan remains behind you, only this time he gets to fill your pussy, pressing his tongue on the divide of your ass cheeks. “What a perfect fucking pussy.”

“What a perfect little mouth.” Seungcheol adds, stretching out your lips with his fingers, wetting them down to the knuckles, hearing you gag, before bringing them across your cheek. “You let Chan do this to you every day? You’re being a good, perfect slut to Chan? Of all our species?”

“Shut the fuck up, you asshole, and just enjoy the show.”

Making you flinch, Chan spits into your pussy, watching it drip down your slit, before running up from the top of your pussy to end in eager licks, a cheek in either hand. You let out one last coherent moment before letting Seungcheol’s cock between your lips, and wrapping tightly around his girth, your pupils rolling back to your skull.

The moisture of your mouth coats the top perimeter of Seungcheol’s cock and he watches with a devilish grin. His bottom lip between his teeth and a brow raising up on his face, feeling you hug tighter around his girth, and the moans muffled around him vibrate against his cock. “Smart little slut, are you?”

His eyes shift in tension, running fingers in your hair until he shows he does it to only push you harder. “Take it. If you can take Chan’s cock, you can most certainly take mine.”

You force his length into your mouth, stretching your cheeks like elastic, and you bobbing yourself down on his cock. Your hands stabilize on his thighs–his thick, firm, rideable thighs–before sliding up his torso, drinking in his sculpted and chiseled abdomen that was hard as rocks. You ingrain the clear image in every wrinkle of your brain, holding on to it like a core memory. If you knew any better, you’d think a god himself sculpted him.

“That’s more like it,” He praises, “See. Multitasking shouldn’t be hard for you.”

Chan finds himself only deeper, lost in your set heat. Tongue gliding effortlessly between your folds, his fingers come behind to join in. That’s when you feel like hell has broken loose. His digits fixate inside your walls, plummeting deeper as a mixture of your arousal and drools dribbling down his chin and seeping out onto the sheets. His cock twitches, feeling the jerk of your hips, flat-handedly coming against the plush of your ass. “You gonna cum again, hmm…” he adds a third finger before he spanks your ass another time, burning hotter than it ever has before, “gonna cum in my mouth like the perfect slut I know you are?”

The delicious tension in your abdomen clenches, holding on to the sensation on his tongue, and letting Seungcheol take free rein of your controls, bouncing your throat over his cock and down his lap. Obscenities leave his lips as if they're in its own language. “Your mouth’s perfect for taking my cock. You like that? Me fucking your dirty mouth? Aren’t I filling you up nicely, little slut? Like you’re made to choke on my cock?”

The venom in the older demon’s words plays a threat to Chan's very existence. He growls in the depths of your heat, distracting you by finding a spot he knows all too well. “Mmp–Ch–”

His name comes out in incoherent, broken language, but he knew it was for him. His digits stretch and move inside you at an unnatural speed, readying your other entrance with a spit on the rim. A familiar sense of gratification enters you, your legs being the first one to discover, but stands tall with Chan’s face pressed against you.

Meanwhile, Seungcheol is about to discover his own enlightenment, holding your head down as his hips come‌ up. He swears he finds euphoria in your throat and his release is home in your body, filling your cheeks to the brim. When he lets go, there’s not a single thought home, your eyes looking off in his direction like a mindless zombie, desperate to suck off the remainder of his cum that is now leaking from the corner of your lips. He lets out an effortless chuckle, caressing the side of your head fondly. “I think I’m starting to get it now.”

“Good, because here's the fun part,” Chan says.

Chan pushes himself up for his hands to spread you wide; your gaping pretty, little holes perfectly in view. He spits one more time at your rim, letting the moisture slide down decadently. Moans escaping him at its glisten, dangling a translucent ribbon from his tongue before slurping it back in his mouth, obnoxiously loud. He then centers the head of his on your tight rim, adjusting to the stretch to his girth, “Mmm, look at that.”

He pushes himself deeper, the felt of your walls are heaven around him, and he jerks against you, grabbing balls of your ass in his hands. “By gods, you’re perfect for me.”

You’re close to moaning Chan’s name again before Seungcheol takes your head to pull you in a kiss, tastes remnants of himself on your tongue, pulling on your hair like a rag doll. “Say his name again, I’ll make sure you forget what it even is. Say mine, only mine.”

He tugs it on your hair a little harder, a whimper leaves your lips. “Got it?”

“Seung—“

Chan’s hand comes down on your ass, interrupting you. “Not on my fucking watch. That kind of disrespect with my cock in your ass? If you’re not saying my name, you’re not saying his.”

“Brat,” Seungcheol chuckles, reuniting in a heated kiss and sure you bruise and blemish the skin of your lips. He pulls you up and folds you up against Chan, having your heated back fit around his perfectly lean and toned muscles, his fingers find your slit one more, along with its slobber flooding around the entrance. “Chan’s so sloppy.”

The younger one scoffs. “My Y/n doesn’t seem to mind. They’re too cock drunk to say otherwise.”

“That I agree with.”

Seungcheol makes it so you lean against Chan, taking your legs up to his side. Your entrance stares back at him in desire as if it has a mind of its own, waiting for him to join the other demon. He doesn’t need to say a thing before he plunges his hard length inside you, and groans gather collectively in the room. He throws his head back slightly, dropping his jaw as he adjusts to your warmth, “S-shit, that feels…fucking good.”

“Like perfection.” Chan comments in a daze, having the other lazily nod in agreement. “Yeah, like perfection.”

Your one arm wraps around Seungcheol’s shoulder, the other around Chan, and you envelop yourself in this unexplainable heat, following the movement of these firm, tense bodies wrapped around your figure like a foil around chocolate. “Fuck…that feels amazing…”

Chan pushes your head against his mouth on your mouth, his groans getting caught down your groan, hands finding back on your breasts, holding with all the willpower in his body. Seungcheol may be sharing this moment with him, but you’ll always be his. He wouldn’t let you forget. You are and were Chan’s first. “Tits…ass…y/n…mine…”

There’s an almost desperation in his tone, almost human like, but the thought vanishes as he thrusts harder into you, your voice rasps in ache, whines soft little ‘Yes’s as he swallows your lips. Your light warm breath from your nose feathers against his cheeks delightfully.

Seungcheol grips you against his sides. He watches your sweet interaction with your long time immortal lover, seeing that smile on your face match Chan’s. It’s almost tender, bittersweet, forbidden. And Seungcheol can’t wait to rip apart its very existence.

He claims your neck, marking your skin much like you’re used to from Chan, and you swallow hard and have that shift in your throat apparent under his lips. He travels down your collarbone and over your shoulders, biting raw into your skin. You shudder, his hips grind into your core at the same time and it’s bliss, pure bliss.

“Yes, fuck yes,” you gasp out and their cocks go rampant up your body in an uneven rhythm.

Your bodies collapse on your bed. Chan ensures he’s still connected to you and kisses you with vigor, angst, obsession as his arms loop and clutch around your body. Seungcheol’s legs come around your legs to push deeper and harder. “You like that, don’t you? Two cocks fucking you full?”

“Taking two of our cocks like my perfect cockslut…my cock in your ass, his in your pussy…that gonna make you cum? You want us to fill your pretty ass and pussy with cum?”

You nod, your hand grasping for Seungcheol to come against your side. Your bodies mesh against enough, impossible to find when your individual selves started and where it ended.

“Well, you better take our cum,” Chan says, “fuck you full with cum from both ends. Breed you until you’re full, hmm? That what you want?”

“Yes, please. I want you to cum inside me,” you plead, tears running down your eyes, “Breed me please. I want–need it so badly.”

“Don’t regret it,” Seungcheol responds darkly.

Your eyes twitch until they close, body convulsing between the two warm cushions. Sounds leave your mouth but no words, only desperate to hold on to the little to no sanity left in your body as they fill you out. Chan is the first to leave his last thrusts, depositing hot, milky ribbons that leak from your backside when he pulls out. It's an image to behold. On the other side, Seungcheol gets a parallel image, the prettiest cunt adorned with white honey, caressing your sensitive folds from all angles. Your breaths begin to even out and energy visibly drains from your body.

You’re malleable, you're weak, you’re lifeless, like the light in your eyes was losing its presence, replaced with a darkness Seungcheol couldn’t quite explain. There’s only the life in your breath that proves you were alive, but in reality, your mind and consciousness are long gone. You should’ve perished like the others, and if Seungcheol was being honest, he thought Chan held himself back to extend this relationship, but no. It was your sheer will that kept you alive.

Seungcheol is beginning to understand Chan was right. There is truth in the younger demon’s words, and even now he had a hard time to believe it. The situation made Chan into some sweet love-stricken puppy, but far from it. Its power disguised as love and somehow you became a limitless, renewable fuel. You had no end and still it was enthralling, validating, addicting. Seungcheol was impressed, and now he wasn’t sure he'd get enough of it.

You had to be his.

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jeonghansbunny · 9 months

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Better than expected | DK

Rating: 18+ | Read at your own discretion

Content warnings: dom/sub, manhandling, crying, unprotected sex, creampie, cosplay(not really?). Please keep in mind that I wrote this with the idea that everything is consensual!

Who always had wild fantasies

And wanted to try them with you

He showed you a piece of clothing he wanted you to wear

It was a see through bodysuit with long sleeves that he had bought

At first you were overwhelmed by it

It looked really sexy

And you wondered if it would suit you

You were normal

Neither sexy nor cute

So you reluctantly refused

One night when the two of you could meet

You decided to meet at his apartment

After having had dinner and a shower

You saw that the clothes you had layed out were missing

The only piece of clothing left was the bodysuit he had bought

So you called out to him to give you your clothes back

But he refused and begged you to wear the bodysuit

Of course you told him no and insisted to wear your own clothes

But he wouldn't give in so easily

It took some time

But he finally managed to convince you

Defeated, you wore it

Not giving you a moment to spare

In a loud voice he told you that you should hurry out

Not having any other choice you opened the door

In an instant the teasing smile on his face vanished

His eyes got serious as he looked you up and down

Mouth hanging loosely agape

You could feel your cheeks heating up

And your hand immediately went up to cover yourself

Wanting to see more he grabed your wrists tightly

And started moving them away from your body

Finally managing to gather his thoughts together

He told you how sexy you looked in it

And that he didn't expect it to look this good

He started getting closer to you

Shy and overwhelmed you started backing up

Until you were stopped by the wall

He didn't stop though

He got so close you could feel the boner in his pants

He let go of your wrists

And started roaming your body with his hands

Everything felt soft under his touch

Which made him even more desperate

He started slightly rubbing his boner against you

Continously telling you how good you looked

Making you so flustered

That your "thank you" could barely be heard in that silent room

Not wanting to waste a moment

He picked you up

And threw you on the bed

Not giving you a second to adjust

He grabbed you by the ankle

And dragged you in his direction

Prying your legs open

He kneeled in front of you

And started eating you out

His tounge brutally attacking your folds

While his nose kept brushing against your clit

You tried pushing his head away

Overwhelmed by the sensation

But he wouldn't budge an inch

He kept sucking and licking

Until he could feel your legs shake

And feel you cum on his tongue

Praising you for doing such a good job

He lifted himself up

And climbed on the bed with you

Patting your head

And giving you sweet kisses

He slowly lifted you up

And positioned you on top of him

"I want you to ride me" he told you in a soft voice

Looking up at you with those deep, pleading eyes

You couldn't refuse him when he gave you that look

So you sat on his lap

And started stroking his cock

Aligning his tip to your entrance

You started taking him in

His hands grabbed your hips

As if to support you

Once you took him all in

You started moving

Slow at first

Then increasing your speed

His grip on you tightened

The sight of the shy you bouncing on top of him all whiney

Almost made him cum in an instant

Your soft boobs bouncing up and down in that damn bodysuit right in front of him

He leaned closer

And took one of your nipples in his mouth

Sucking it and teasing it with his tounge

Your whines became even louder

Overwhelmed with the sensation

You started clenching tight around him

As the pressure in your stomach increased

You held on to his neck

And told him you're about to cum

He encouraged you to keep going

And that you're doing such a good job

And that you can cum on his cock

With your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hanging agape

You started shaking as you released

Moaning in pleasure

He couldn't resist the sight of you all fucked up

So he shot his load deep inside of you <3

#seventeen smut #svt smut #dk smut #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen reactions #svt reactions #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #kpop smut

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duhnova · 1 year

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kinks you'd reenact with svt >:3c

hi kai bby, some of these might be wild but.. yeah (don’t percieve me >.>)

duhnova 3k celebration!

seungcheol - sense deprivation, i want him to tie me up, cover my eyes, my ears, my mouth.. i’ll need my nose to breath and i feel like smell play could come in here - he wears my favorite cologne so i can smell where he is and that’s it.

jeonghan - bondage/shibari, this would go both ways.. i want to tie him up but have him tie me up too.

joshua - impact play.. him smacking my ass raw? i’d love him to smack my face too if i don’t look at him like he asks <3

junhui - role play.. coworkers roleplay where we hate each other and he fucks the attitude out of me… or college professor and student where IM the professor and he gets rewarded for every question he answers correctly.

hoshi - pet play, HE’D be the one with the tiger ears and collar and he’d call me “master.”

wonwoo - cosplay/ lowkey pet play. i’d be the one dressed up, either as his favorite video game character or with cat ears and a cute buttplug and collar.

jihoon - filming/recording. it doesn’t even have to be in his studio, just filming us in his bed or having audio recordings of our moans/orgasms/the wet squelching and skin smacking against each other/wet and messy making out:

minghao - wax play… he’d enjoy the way it hardens instantly especially on nipples (his or mine, i WILL pour wax on him too istg).. but also there’s the candles that melt and are like message oils afterwards and he’d love to message it in.

mingyu - pegging… im babygirlifying him, grabbing his hair as i blow HIS back out (i feel like he’d be into ass play in general and would wanna flip it around later and blow mine out agdjdgahssg)

seokmin - breath play. he’d get goosebumps EVERYWHERE just from the warm or even cool air i’d blow on his exposed skin ehehe

seungkwan - temperature play. he’d love to play with ice, just letting it sit and melt.. and he’d also have an ice cube in his mouth while going down and giving oral.

vernon - somnophilia. him using me while i sleep OOF. and waking up to him being desperate and lowkey pathetic? yes please.

chan - orgasm control, i’d control his orgasms - edging him, ruining them, and giving him multiple in a row just to push his limits.

#duhnova 3k celebration!#seventeen smut #look… no one.. and i mean NO ONE percieve me #these aren’t even that bad but still #i… can (but won’t) explain myself ahsjdgajashs #unless…

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albertonykus · 4 months

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The plan was that I'd do one of these and go back to regularly unscheduled dinosaur drawings, but brain said no, so now I've made a whole series of mock covers for the "main character Shizuka" AU.

Logo based on that of the Doraemon manga published by Shogakukan, as well as a promotional graphic for an event at the Doraemon Waku Waku Sky Park.

Brief notes on each cover below the break:

Vol. 1: Based on "Shizuka the Friendly Witch" from the manga, in which Shizuka borrows gadgets from Doraemon so she can cosplay as a witch and help people in need. In this AU where Doraemon actually lives with her, I imagine this would be a recurring event. As Shizuka finds out in canon, riding a broomstick gets sore after a while, so I took a leaf from the 1981 anime adaptation of the story and had her change pose so that both of her legs are dangling off the same side of the broom.

Vol. 2: Shizuka tries using Momotaro's Dumplings to tame a wild animal. Unfortunately, it happens to be the one animal Doraemon is terrified of.

Vol. 3: My original idea for this was that Doraemon would be helping Shizuka with a school project, but I don't know what elementary school project would require Doraemon to consult his Universal Encyclopedia! Either way, they're working hard. You can decide what they're working on. Other fans have made the observation that in the manga, Shizuka has the recurring character tic of holding her pencil in her mouth, so I chose to incorporate that here.

Vol. 4: As in the source material, Shizuka's pet canary escaping would be a regular concern. Here, Doraemon intends to use the Course Marker to help her recapture the canary (which he has also done in canon).

Vol. 5: As revealed in "Boy Becomes Girl", Shizuka actually loves climbing trees, but her mom prohibits her from doing so on the grounds that it's not "proper" behavior for a girl. Maybe with Doraemon's help, she can get away with indulging this interest more often...

Vol. 6: Well, there's no getting away from the fact that one of Shizuka's best-known character traits is that she loves bathing, even though official media mostly uses this as an excuse to put her in some gross and questionable scenarios. Here she introduces Doraemon to the concept of a milk bath, inspired by her desire to take one in the film Nobita's Little Star Wars. They've used the Shrink-grow Cup to create enough milk for the tub.

Vol. 7: Another one of Shizuka's more famous character traits is that she is dreadful at playing the violin. I am also dreadful at drawing violinists, so I'll blame any errors I've made with her posture on the fact that she isn't good at playing. Either way, this is something Doraemon would have to deal with in this AU...

Vol. 8: After shrinking herself with the Gulliver's Tunnel, Shizuka can play with her plush bunny in a new and exciting way. I wanted Shizuka to be doing something with her stuffed toy collection in this one, but I wasn't sure what. I ended up being partly inspired by another scene from Nobita's Little Star Wars.

Vol. 9: Shizuka and Doraemon enjoy their favorite snacks. At this point in the "series", I think Shizuka would have learned to tolerate Doraemon knowing about her fondness for sweet potatoes.

#Doraemon #Shizuka Minamoto #ドラえもん #しずちゃん #しずかちゃん #源静香

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anonymoushouseplantfan · 8 months

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Honestly I was kinda shocked how little attention Invictus got. Most royal watchers I follow completely ignored it or made 1 or 2 snarky post but that’s it. Even in popculture it wasn’t covered well.

Harry went from having the queen, the entire RF and Michelle Obama promoting it to this sad display. I think the German president attended one of the games but he didn’t even take a pic with the ginger. I used to get a lot more press about H&M despite avoiding it to having zero including during august/September which were supposed to be their big moments.

Wild how they don’t get any attention unless they talk about the RF. I suppose they realise that subconsciously because why else would they restart the royal cosplay

They realize it consciously. The “we’re big Hollywood celebs and we don’t need the royals” pr drive was DOA.

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GOOD GOLLy I NEVER SAID ANYTHING

busy rn so now art but

HAPPY LATE CCCC DAY !!!!!!

on may 2nd the Chonny’s Charming Chaos Compendium album came out!!! happy birthday heart mind and soil we love u sm 💜💙❤️‼️‼️‼️

for context (finally), chonny covered 47 tally hall-related songs and made a narrative out of them featuring the personified concepts of the Heart, Mind, and Soul! Whole (chonny, the guy himself…ish??) was dumped by a girl then split into three (literally, metaphorically, smthn else?? maybe the hms are physical, maybe hes in a coma and fighting with himself, maybe it’s just inner demon stuff as he writes songs. prolly the last one). then they fight and heart shoots mind then soul blinds heart bc theyre supposed to stick together and then they do other stuff and make up and get mad—thing stuff!! angst and goober potential!! SO. MUCH. ANGST. GIVE THE MEN SOME ROOM TO B r e a T H e gosh dangit. they do have literal designs bc chonny cosplays in the music videos, but lots of people make their own designs. heart has wings oftentimes, mind is a partial robot, and soul has a trident + sometimes half-n-half stuff. but stuff can switch up!! me and a friend rainworld-ified the four 👀✨. CCCC is such a wild ride pls listen to it if you’re interested. it’s kinda aggressive so i can understand if some peeps don’t like it, but i’ve been consumed by the narrative and stuff. its very full and often loud but that’s expressive music babeeyy. an album of song covers but its basically a remix!!!! yum🍜

this album changed my life for the better. thank you mr jash we love u sm <333 hopefully ur having a good time and taking a good break after the power hours. wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo forever!! /ref

let’s hear it for the evil fabloo album everyone🎉🎉🥳🙏✨✨ happy birday cccc!

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY CCCC #HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEART MIND AND SOIL #soul. i meant soil #imEAnt sOL?? sUL. soUl…i meant soul /silly #chonnys charming chaos compendium #chonny jash #im late to the party #sorry this is the first post i post after distant-frontier-simp follows me XD #i could say this album has TAKEN us FOR A RIDE!!! FAR AWAY FROM YOUU!! NO LONGER LEFT INSIDEEE!!!#cough #ok back to work lmao #to the fans: what’s YOUR favorite song from the album?

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Who is Rietta?

Today, May 1, is my OC Rietta's birthday.

Bio

Rietta Opelle Verina Philene Valencourt was not intended to be queen. She was born the first child of King Etriat and Queen Tietra of Faysmond and expected to be the elder sister of a male heir who surely was coming along soon. But Etriat unexpectedly died in a train crash, leaving the throne to his three-year-old daughter. The provisions of his will made Tietra her regent and appointed a Regency Council to support her. Unfortunately the Council and many other Faysmondians were hostile to Tietra, who had married Etriat as part of the terms of the resolution of a war against her homeland, and she in response retreated to a residence isolated in the countryside, where she could raise Rietta with a minimum of interference.

Rietta loves her mother and loves the castle where she has grown up, but by age fifteen, she feels stifled by the limitations of this existence and longs for a chance to rejoin a wider world. She wants to become a capable monarch, but disputes about her education have hindered the hiring of any definite instructor, and instead she runs wild on the castle grounds. That is where she meet and secretly befriends Rachel Doncath, a local girl of a background Highly Unsuitable to associate with the Queen. Rietta can't really afford to make mistakes at this point; her kingdom is financially struggling, and now that she's getting older, she needs to arrange the right match. And if her undesirable behavior goes too far, the Regency Council has an ultimatum for her: toe the line, or Tietra gets sent back to her homeland.

Rietta is caught between responsibilities and personal loyalties. Is it right for someone in her role to seek what she personally wants? What is her duty and what is the agenda of others who want to use her, and why are these so hard to tell apart sometimes?

Why I Love Her

Rietta is the first OC I created for the earliest version of this story, and she's been through a lot of versions, including some that were rather unkind to and dismissive of her. Not fair. She's high-energy and quick-tempered and easily distracted and impulsive, but she has intelligence and courage and strength. She once blew her entire allowance on lemon drops. She got kicked out of council meetings after she at a young age threw a heavy object at the Head of the Council for treating her mother badly. She knows that her future is a very important business arrangement and has been writing what basically amount to cover letters to various other monarchs, offering herself a prospective wife for any of their young sons. She makes friends quickly and easily and commits hard to any friendship once it starts. She's good at math and geography and has a lot of practical knowledge of plants. She cosplays as fairy tale characters so she can pose for photographs she makes Rachel take. Every year she visits her father's grave and plays a one-sided game of cards "with him." She is aggressively, insistently fond of the castle cat even though it clearly hates her. She's a lot, but that includes being a lot of fun, and I love the challenge of getting into the head of a character who is nothing like me. Flawed though she may be, she has an unapologetically big heart, and in some ways, she just might be the best-adjusted of my protagonists.

Description

Rietta, at nearly sixteen, now wore her hair up and her skirts floor-length. But no matter how skillfully she subdued those masses of black curls into their pompadour, several always sprung out of place, and the skirts always rustled a little from her habit of bouncing on the balls of her feet. Years of training in etiquette and a quiet manner could not hide that her very bones seemed spring-loaded. Her stateliest tread threatened to break into a gallop at any moment, and her laughs burst like thunderclaps from a long mouth that curled up at both ends when she smiled, which was often.

Further Info

There are lists of random OC facts for her here and here. These are somewhat old lists, created when I was still trying to more fully develop the character, and I might need to revisit/rethink them, but you get the idea.

Appearances

The Other Side of the Door (at age thirteen)

Horrid Old Beautiful Ruin (shortly before Book 1)

Over the Boundary Wall (shortly after Book 1 Chapter One)

Book 1 Chapter Two from Rietta's POV

Venturing In (later in Book 1)

The Boy with the Botanical Box (still later in Book 1)

Short dialogue between Rietta and Delclis (unspecified later date)

#The Blackberry Bushes #The Blackberry Bushes OC facts #Rietta Valencourt

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docholligay · 6 months

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Mill Road Cemetery

I love cemeteries. I love cemeteries so much that my friends well know this about me, and when inviting me to the Mill Road Winter Fair, one of the first things Dani pointed out to me was the cemetery tours because, “I know you like that sort of thing.” And I do! Memento mori and all that, I am a dead Victorian dressed up like I’m in some sort of Call the Midwife cosplay situation.

We took a tour there, the last of the day, that was essentially, “Doing all this fucking sucks and is really hard, please appreciate it” but done with a real sense of humor and good naturedness*. Now, I’ve done quite a bit of work in the past in cemeteries with the Montana Historical Society and other, smaller societies, so some of this was completely known to me: Trying to read historical records, historical records having been lost to fire, or not existing at all**. Boundaries being suggestions more than fact. The wear on the stones themselves making it difficult to decipher.

I was not prepared for the brambles.

When i was young I thought brambles were a story convention, I mean of coursre I knew things could be overgrown, but something like Sleeping Beauty and losing an entire castle, or something being quickly overgrown, that to me was just a device. And brambles seemed enough of a stock word that when i was little, I thought it was more an idea of something than reality. As I got older, I realized brambles were a real thing, but I thought of them along the lines of, say wild grapes in the South, or Morning Glories back home--quick-growing, of course, but to say they would cover up an entire graveyard in three or four years was hyperbole. When my friends bought their house and found a shed in the backyard, covered by brambles, I assumed it either hadn’t been maintained in twenty years or that they were being a little dramatic around the edges about it. Which is fine, I can be a little hyperbolic in the retelling myself, my stories aren’t intended to be “Doc’s Fareeha Amari level just the facts ma’am bullet points hour” they are meant to entertain and also I’m Jewish and so occsaionally it just happens that God tells you someone else is right and you tell him to fuck off, you weren’t talking to him*** and sure that happened, in a sense.

But it was not hyperbole. She showed us a place they’d cleared last year, and the brambles were already crawling over the graves, threatening the edges of the epitaphs. Brambles are covered in thorns, they are thick and unwieldy. To take so much work, only to have it be undone so quickly. In Montana, it’s dry, and I can still point out the small Chinese graves in the corner of the cemetery. In Helena, we even had wooden ones that were still, just barely, readable. The water pours over these stones, the ivy picks it apart, the brambles cover it, all things I never had to deal with.

There’s something poetic in that, I think. The brambles are going to cover this again, and they will be as thorny and thick as before. But we clear it anyhow. We clear it to find the things that might be otherwise forgotten, we clear it because it’s important to remember, we clear it because doing the work of clearing is its own reward, and we clear it because we’d hope someone would clear it for us. That you cannot win, at the end of the day, doesn’t matter. That’s a kind of love, I think, to fight for people you will never and did never know, because they were still important, and they deserved to be known and seen, if only for a moment.

I thought about the brambles a lot, after. I’m thinking of them now. I’m hoping no one ever gives in to them.

*I am having my doubts as to whether or not this is actually a word, but I suppose I use blorbo without batting an eye, so here we are in heaven/hell.

**Actually by the time I’m talking about the Brits have us horsewhipped for recordkeeping. That would make things much easier.

***See: The oven of aknai

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SteveTony Weekly - Feb 4 th - Week 5

I’m in the middle of a 8hr class for work today, so I’m doing this quick and dirty, with no rec notes. I’m sorry. Enjoy the list and kudos/comment for your authors!

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Method Refinements (subtype C, designation Capsicle) by galwednesday

"It's not hate sex," Steve objected. "I don't hate you."

That actually made Tony feel a little warm and fuzzy inside, which he knew was pathetic. He talked louder and faster to cover it. "Angry sex, then, whatever. I should just walk up to you and say 'Hey, Rogers, I was looking to blow off some steam, wanna have loud, animalistic sex all over the Tower?' That's what does it for you?"

A flush was creeping up his neck--God, Tony loved Steve's blushes, the Victorian-maiden-modesty veneer over the built-like-a-brick-shithouse physique drove him wild--but Steve's eyes were steady on his. "Try it and see."

Subtle Clues and Context Cues by galwednesday

“Cosplay,” Sam repeated. He and Steve were jogging through Central Park. Steve had just lapped him for a fourth time before slowing to match his pace, and the bastard didn’t even have the decency to sound winded. “As what?”

“You ever see the Pride and Prejudice movie, the really long one?”

“Dude. I have three sisters. It was required viewing.”

“I need a Mr. Darcy outfit.”

Sam slowed to a walk, holding one hand up in a time-out gesture until he caught his breath enough to form full sentences. “You’re going to cosplay as Mr. Darcy? The Colin Firth, look-how-wet-and-clinging-my-shirt-is Mr. Darcy?”

Steve looked down and shuffled his feet. It was amazing to watch over six feet of pure muscle somehow telegraph bashful. “Yeah. Tony’s birthday is coming up, and, well. It’s sort of an inside joke.”

(Five times everyone but Tony knew he was dating Steve, and one time Tony figured it out.)

'Cause It's a Beautiful Night by galwednesday

“Holy shit,” Clint’s eyes were huge and round. “Did you get Steve pregnant?”

Tony choked on his coffee. “What? How--why--what? How would that even happen?”

“Hey, you’re the one planning to ambush him with a shotgun wedding.” Clint moved his bowl of Lucky Charms out of the range of Tony’s coffee spray. “It’s a reasonable question.”

“Steve’s not pregnant!” Tony shouted. Was he? He couldn’t be. They hadn’t been gender-swapped lately. What about that alien fertility ray? No, that had been at least seven months ago.

Steve wasn’t pregnant.

Probably.

“I’m not ready to be a father,” Tony blurted, clutching his hair with both hands.

“I’m not drunk enough for this conversation.” Clint opened the liquor cabinet and examined its contents with a critical eye. “What kind of booze goes best with marshmallows?”

(Tony plans a wedding. The wedding is in ten hours and he hasn’t exactly proposed yet, but he’s used to compressed project cycles. What could possibly go wrong?)

annex 11 by soliloquent

“This annex document, filed by SHIELD operatives under the designation SR-NR-CB-AS/000008-11, contains a verbatim transcript of a conversation between Anthony E. Stark (callsign Iron Man) and Steven G. Rogers (callsign Captain America) as recorded by Iron Man’s advanced artificial intelligence, J.A.R.V.I.S.”

—⎊—

or: Trapped together during a snowstorm in the middle of a mission, Steve attempts to soothe Tony’s growing anxiety, only to discover that Tony had the solution all along. 📄

Exit Wounds (The No Exit Remix) by sheron

Tony gets trapped together with Steve in a collapsed HYDRA facility, which makes it hard to avoid him.

Like Hell and Heaven by ChocolateCapCookie

“I feel great now, though,” said Steve, lifting the sheets up to peer at his leg, which looked almost normal. “Can I leave?”

“Steve, we watched you almost die. Just… listen to the doctors, okay? Just this once.”

This Simple Feeling by inukagome15

When are two good friends not good friends? Sounds like the setup for a brilliant joke, right? Except when the joke mirrors real life. Tony and Steve are just very good friends. So why is it everyone thinks they're dating?

Pinky Promise by Tahlruil

Steve wasn't looking for a relationship not really - dating was fun and he was busy learning how to adult properly. A chance encounter with Tony, who's even worse at grocery shopping than he is, has the potential to change all that. The meeting feels significant, even if he could never imagine where it would end up taking him.

Tony, meanwhile, was pretty happy with his string of one night stands and no feelings involved relationships. Despite being pushed of of the nest - he suspects Jarvis of giving his mother ideas - he's really not interested in becoming a real adult. Steve makes him want more for the first time ever, and even if it terrifies him, he's willing to see where it goes.

When I Think (Oh, it Terrifies Me) by celli

Look, some mornings you wake up and little green men are invading New York City; some mornings you wake up and you can hear Captain America's voice in your head. Tony has been an Avenger long enough that he saves his freakout for important things.

Unexpected Thaw by Neverever

Steve has a rough ride through the multiverse and ends up questioning his relationship with Tony.

alone (together) by Thahire

"Will you tell me what’s wrong or do I have to -" Tony went on, motioning down Steve’s body, "make you?"

Steve raised his eyebrows. "Make me? I’d like to see you try." Except he didn’t. After a moment, in which Tony did nothing but give him a flat stare, Steve awkwardly added, "Lower left rib cage. I think maybe, uh, a sprained rib or something."

"Thank you. That wasn’t so bad, was it?" Tony replied slowly, the way one would to an unruly child.

Steve narrowed his eyes. "I’m not a child."

"No, you aren’t," Tony replied, lips twitching. "As the parent of one, I can tell you, you are way worse."

Or: Steve is really bad at letting people take care of him. Tony is really bad at minding his business. Things happen.

I'll Give You Gifts Until You Know My Name by Amuly

Mr. Stark is an extravagant gift-giver: he has the money for it, after all. As Iron Man, Tony has the opportunity to gift Steve even more presents that, while less expensive, are more heartfelt. Having a secret identity means Tony gets to have his cake and eat it too when it comes to showering Steve with presents.

Until Steve starts developing feelings for his armored companion, and all the benefits of living a double life are turned on their head for Tony Stark.

The Love Song of a Pair of Awkward Weirdos by MusicalLuna

Tony flirts with Steve and then the strangest possible thing happens:

Steve starts to flirt back.

the slightest touch (and I feel weak) by SailorChibi

“When you’re really tired or out of it, you show the underside of your wings to Steve,” Natasha says to Tony, ignoring Clint, who is doing an excellent impression of a fish. “We’ve all noticed it, but no one ever said anything because we didn’t think you knew. And judging from the look on your face, you didn’t.”

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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someonebeatyoutothisuser · 10 days

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More GingerBrave headcannons because y'all obviously love them

GingerBrave likes painting. Specifically finger painting.

GingerBrave owns atleast 3 dinosaur plushies.

GingerBrave doesn't know how to swim. He never learned at all.

GingerBrave doesn't take care of his hair. He usually says that he never has the time.

GingerBrave wears contacts to cover the fact that his real eye color is cyan.

GingerBrave has been bribed once. With Halloween candy.

After wild berry and crunchy chip found out that he was twelve they basically would give him crayons and paper every meeting.

GingerBrave does math with his fingers

GingerBrave likes to play with the cream pups at the cacao kingdom.

GingerBrave kept dozers hat after he died. He always carries in his backpack.

GingerBrave has different outfits for multiple occasions.

GingerBrave actually likes sour candy over sweet candy

GingerBrave loves anime. He has so many figurines. His favorite being "made in the abyss"

GingerBrave's candy cane actually doubles as a rocket launcher.

GingerBrave's lips are naturally red. He doesn't know how.

GingerBrave actually had a crush on strawberry cookie before realizing that she liked GingerBright. He moved on from it

GingerBrave had an emotional support unicorn plush only him WildBerry and crunchy chip knows about.

GingerBrave can climb walls. And stick to the ceiling.

GingerBrave has problems sleeping because he's always on high guard so he usually struggles to sleep.

When it snows outside GingerBrave would just eat the snow.

GingerBrave had attempted to injure latte cookie because she reminded him of the shadow witch.

GingerBrave would open his window and go "Good morning world!"

GingerBrave would bite down on his ice cream. His favorite flavor is mint chocolate chip.

GingerBrave likes being picked up and carried around.

GingerBrave carries atleast 4 bags of jellies on him.

GingerBrave watches adventure time. He has cosplayed finn the human for one week straight.

GingerBrave goes to every single cosplay convention.

Despite otherwise GingerBrave actually knows how to read. His handwriting is just horrible.

GingerBrave would jump onto someone and wave his candy cane around and also hiss at a pomegranate. Like a feral cat.

GingerBrave hates being underestimated

Thank you :D

#gingerbrave #cookie run kingdom #cookierun witches castle #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak

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shelbeanie · 2 years

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I let myself go wild while remaking my Collector cosplay! Thank you so much @DanaTerrace and your team, I had so much fun over analyzing all the little details in the show to try and incorporate into this!

I’m also going go to do a breakdown the 60 hours of work over 2 weeks that went into it because I had to speed up everything! My initial design. I ended up changing the design in one side to mimic the grain pattern on the other side, but all of the little details and the color shift are high key my favorites parts

I was dead set on the fabric shifting between Navy/Plum and Silver/lilac. I’m fairly certain I willed these fabrics into existence because they were almost impossible to find. I had a back up plan of navy and silver velvet if it didn’t work out, which I will likely still make

I wanted to add texture to the costume. Little details you wouldn’t notice at a distance but up close you could see all of the tiny hidden intricate details. My initial design was a quilted pattern but it priced very hard to digitize. I wanted to maximize the space I could cover while mimimizing the time spent so I created a second design. That one was further simplified down to save time. Each pattern piece has 15 panels, 25 min each

The alternate side was originally supposed to have diamonds on it, but those proved difficult to digitize and difficult to line up, they just didn’t look as good as I had hoped. I redesigned it so that the lines imitates the grain of the dark purple/crossed the grain. Much better

I also has to trim all of the strings to clean it up and trim the backing. Next time I do something like this I will use water soluble backing. This side had 15-20 panels (I lost count) at 25 min each with 3 bridging patches to help make the pattern look natural.

The sleeves have 6 designs per sleeve and the zigzag design. I wanted the zig zags to be interlocking titan skulls, each one took 7 min (11 per sleeve). There are 3 different moons with a collector hidden in each. The suns are the sign of the huntsman. Each sun/moon took 30 min. I also added the titans from the title card boarder to my collar

The hat dot/constellations are in the opening. I had to add a couple more by hand to fill in blank spaces. The hat is lined and the lining/boarder are attached via a satin stitch. I finished most edges with a satin stitch.

I have hit my limit on pictures but I’m not finished, so I am going to have to do a follow up post with the rest of the details, check the reposts for it!

#the owl house #the owl house cosplay #the owl house collector #the collector #the collector toh #the collector the owl house #costume design #costume details #redesign #over the top #disney

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reubenyeoart · 6 months

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State of the Thing: December

Heyo everyone, it's nearly the end of 2023, and what a wild ride it was. A return to full-time freelancing, as well as several new clients and pushing past my comfort zone with some of this year's new works. With the start of a new year coming, I figured this calls for a long-from article rather than the usual "Commissions for the month" post.

So, on the topic of commissions, due to several reasons (which will be brought up further down) I will be very busy in December, and as such will be offering 2 Rendered-style slots for the month of December! Since it also happens to be Black Friday, prices will be as follows if you book your slot from 24/11/2023 - 27/11/2023:

If you book your slot from 28/11/2023 - 01/12/2023, prices will be as follows:

For commission details, as well as terms and conditions and contact info: Here

Now, as for the dates that I won't be available for contact regarding work:

09/12/2023

I will be attending Singapore Comic Con 2023, and I'll be cosplaying Tighnari from Genshin Impact, so if you're in the area during that day, I don't know; say a friendly hello! I won't bite, and I might have a small gift to hand out.

15/12/2023 - 23/12/2023

My friends and I will be heading to Japan for a holiday trip during this period, so I will be not available for contact during this period. You can send email requests for commissions, but I may not be able to reply until I've returned.

25/12/2023 and 31/12/2023

Since these are the days where my friends, family, and I commemorate Christmas and New Year's Eve, I will not be available for contact during these days as well.

Now, let's talk about 2024; it's no surprise that 2023 wasn't the most fantastic in terms of earning my keep, what with the worsening state of the economy, the increasing efforts of social media to strangle the reach of creators, as well as the ongoing threat of unscrupulous users of AI. In light of all this, I've been thinking of a few possible things I could do to bring more to the table:

Streaming?

A few people have expressed interest in seeing my workflow, and so I was thinking of possibly streaming for 1-2 hours while I work on art. I'll be doing a few trial streams in January 2024 at different time zones to gauge interest, and if it pans out well, I'll iron out the kinks regarding the times when I'll stream, with possible expansions to content.

Restructuring of Ko-Fi subscriptions

Since my Ko-Fi Subcriptions haven't been gaining a lot of traction, I've been thinking about offering more stuff to entice others to join in. The $1 tier will remain the same, but there will be adjustments to the $3 tier and an additional $5 tier with addtional rewards (with updated branding to reflect the changes), and the changes will apply in January 2024.

The updated tiers and rewards will be as follows:

$1 (Wanderer -> Sampler)

Access to subscriber/donation only content

$3 (Traveller -> Purveyor)

Access to subscriber/donation only content

Downloads of high-res versions of artwork

Access to subscriber-only Discord subserver

$5 (New tier: Brewer)

Access to subscriber/donation only content

Downloads of high-res versions of artwork

Downloads of .psd files of artwork

Access to subscriber-only Discord subserver

This is only a preliminary description of the changes, and offerings may be adjusted within the coming year, including possible expansion of content with the aforementioned streaming.

Possible Price Adjustments

Since Singapore has been increasing Goods and Service Taxes to 9%, and most services (Paypal, website hosting, cloud storage) upping operation costs to compensate, it may be time to increase prices for commissions. I'll formulate an updated rate based on the current trend of living wages, and will probably announce the updated prices during the March commission announcement (at end of February).

And that's all that I should be covering for this article; if you read through the entire thing, thank you for your patience, and I'll see you all (hopefully) in the coming year!

Cheers! -Reuben (@ReubenYeoArt)

#reubenyeoart #announcements #commissions open #commissions #digital art #fantasy art #sci fi art #oc #fanart #character art #plans #2024

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cosmica-galaxy · 1 year

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wait, thinking about that ask that talked about the live action grunts thing, gotta remember Player(In salty's au that is) is a streamer, imagine one of the boys accidentally passes by in the background of their stream and people start asking about it, chat asking whoever was that that walked by to come to the camera. and if one of them- say Deimos ends up showing his face- unaware Player was streaming- and people start freaking out about it because "WTF WHATS DEIMOS'S ACTOR DOING IN YOUR HOUSE PLAYER??" or worse, if a fan meets Player in the streets while accompanied by the boys- they'll freak out about it like OH SHIT ITS THE ACTORS. what do they do then?? just be like "oh no its just my roommates that look a lot like them haha and they're cosplaying ahaha" HJGFEWA WAIT FUCK IF SOME RANDOM THAT JUST RECOGNIZES THEM AS THE CHARACTERS- sorry my brain is going at 100 speed - Plague Anon [|87

Being a streamer has many perks.

You get to play games for a living, get paid by strangers, run events for charity, and never have to leave your home to socialize or deal with people in public. But there are some unexpected drawbacks from being a streamer. Getting doxxed, being messaged by needy creeps, and getting rather...unflattering fanart was part of the gig.

However, there was also just the reality that your camera captured more than just you sometimes. One day while you were streaming, you had forgotten to lock the door to your room as you usually do. A practice that became normal after you started getting regular visits from your beloved Nevadeans.

Today, Deimos just decided to randomly come into your room while you were live. You, being focused on the game you were playing, didn't take notice of the door to your streaming room opening and revealing the humanoid Deimos to the chat.

It took a text-to-speech bit alert to let you know that someone was in your room. Upon turning around and seeing Deimos, you nearly choked on your spit in shock.

The mercenary wasted no time hurrying over and getting into your business. Giving the cam a great shot of him looking at your screen and set up.

The chat starts going wild as you internally freak out.

"Hey, what's up with this gig? Is this how you've been seeing us--"

"SHH!! D, why are you here?!"

You hurriedly whisper as you try to push the merc back away from your cam with little success. The moment he spoke, the chat was flooded with surprise and heart emojis.

"OH! This is that 'Chat' you keep mentioning! What's up, chat!!" Deimos would happily respond to a flood of pog emojis and hearts. "Look, they all know my name! Isn't that cute?"

"DEI." You say sternly, finally getting the impulsive merc to look at you.

Completely unaware that Sanford had also entered the room and was currently standing over your left shoulder, in contrast to Deimos standing on your right. The chat took notice of him quickly and also started freaking out about Sanford.

One comment about Sanford and you turn around to look at the new arrival with wide eyes.

"Sanford! Look! This is Player's "chat" and they LOVE me!" Deimos gloats as Sanford looks at the screen as the Player hunches down and nervously flicks their gaze from the two men in the room to the computer and back again.

The chat goes nuts again with pogs and heart emojis with many of the chatters screaming in all caps for Sanford to flex. Sanford can't help the smile that creeps on his face as he watches, what appears to be numerous fans, BEG him to flex his muscles.

To which, Sanford obliges and it causes the chat to go full rabid.

"Hey! I can flex too!!" Deimos chimes in as he also starts flexing, fueling the thirst of the chat by a major amount.

Poor Player can only cover their face in the corner of the camera in exasperation as the two grunts-turned-human flex and show off in their cam to excite their audience. Each one soaking up the compliments thrown at them like sponges.

"OKAY, OKAY! TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES, WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!" You loudly shout before pressing a series of buttons, muting your mic, throwing up the 'technical difficulties: please hold' intermission, and closing the cover on your camera.

Then you turn to the two mercenaries in the room.

"What are you two doing?!? How am I going to explain this to the chat?? There's now going to be so many rumors that I live or know the live action cast for Madness Combat! When you aren't even the same people! This is WHY I tell you again and again to stay out of the streaming room when I'm live!"

You scold the two like children as you flick your gaze to the screen, seeing how upset chat had gotten after you booted them to the issue intermission.

"Oh...we're sorry, Player. I probably should've grabbed Deimos and pulled him out of the room when I had the chance." Sanford regretfully states, looking down in an ashamed manner.

"I'm not sorry. Did you SEE how my voice could make so many people melt? I got so many heart emojis! They love me~"

Deimos is then promptly whacked on the head by his taller partner as the two get into a slight argument.

You can only sigh and shake your head and pinch your nose.

How were you going to explain this one...?

Housing interdimensional beings was much harder than you originally thought...

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FIC REC WEEK 5 - FLUFF

SERIES: The Last to Know by galwednesday

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 18,156 Tags: Frenemies to Lovers, Oblivious Stony, Avengers Family

Summary: Tony and Steve's ongoing adventures in romantic obliviousness, dramatic grand gestures, and Mr. Darcy cosplay. Jokes and goofiness with occasional outbreaks of Feelings.

Reasons why I love it: Who doesn't love Steve and Tony more or less accidentally stumbling into a relationship and being completely oblivious about it? Especially when the rest of the Avengers can clearly see what's happening? This series makes me so happy, not just because of the fantastic Stony, but because it gives me all those early 2012 found family feelings. If you haven't already, you absolutely have to read it!

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Method Refinements (subtype C, designation Capsicle)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 2,262 Tags: Frenemies to Lovers, Humor, Porn with Feelings

Summary: "It's not hate sex," Steve objected. "I don't hate you." That actually made Tony feel a little warm and fuzzy inside, which he knew was pathetic. He talked louder and faster to cover it. "Angry sex, then, whatever. I should just walk up to you and say 'Hey, Rogers, I was looking to blow off some steam, wanna have loud, animalistic sex all over the Tower?' That's what does it for you?" A flush was creeping up his neck--God, Tony loved Steve's blushes, the Victorian-maiden-modesty veneer over the built-like-a-brick-shithouse physique drove him wild--but Steve's eyes were steady on his. "Try it and see."

Reasons why I love it: Steve being more emotionally intelligent than Tony is such an amazing trope, and this fic does it perfectly. The smut is hot as hell, and I love how Steve gets Tony to turn their 'hate sex' into something softer without any visible effort. Also, bullying Tony into cuddles should be mandatory, because it's adorable. This fic is wonderful, and I hope you give it a shot!

Subtle Clues and Context Cues

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 9,173 Tags: Not Actually Secret Relationship, Cosplay, Deferred Shovel Talks

Summary: “Cosplay,” Sam repeated. He and Steve were jogging through Central Park. Steve had just lapped him for a fourth time before slowing to match his pace, and the bastard didn’t even have the decency to sound winded. “As what?” “You ever see the Pride and Prejudice movie, the really long one?” “Dude. I have three sisters. It was required viewing.” “I need a Mr. Darcy outfit.” Sam slowed to a walk, holding one hand up in a time-out gesture until he caught his breath enough to form full sentences. “You’re going to cosplay as Mr. Darcy? The Colin Firth, look-how-wet-and-clinging-my-shirt-is Mr. Darcy?” Steve looked down and shuffled his feet. It was amazing to watch over six feet of pure muscle somehow telegraph bashful. “Yeah. Tony’s birthday is coming up, and, well. It’s sort of an inside joke.” (Five times everyone but Tony knew he was dating Steve, and one time Tony figured it out.)

Reasons why I love it: There are so many things I love about this fic, but the one that takes the cake is the bit with Bruce, Steve's pictures and Tony's little lab accident. It makes me 'aww' out loud every single time I read it. The whole team so sweet in how they react to Steve and Tony's relationship-to-be, so if you like Avengers family feels, you definitely have to give this one a go!

'Cause It's a Beautiful Night

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 6,721 Tags: Surprise Proposal, Wedding Plans, Humor

Summary: “Holy shit,” Clint’s eyes were huge and round. “Did you get Steve pregnant?” Tony choked on his coffee. “What? How--why--what? How would that even happen?” “Hey, you’re the one planning to ambush him with a shotgun wedding.” Clint moved his bowl of Lucky Charms out of the range of Tony’s coffee spray. “It’s a reasonable question.” “Steve’s not pregnant!” Tony shouted. Was he? He couldn’t be. They hadn’t been gender-swapped lately. What about that alien fertility ray? No, that had been at least seven months ago. Steve wasn’t pregnant. Probably. “I’m not ready to be a father,” Tony blurted, clutching his hair with both hands. “I’m not drunk enough for this conversation.” Clint opened the liquor cabinet and examined its contents with a critical eye. “What kind of booze goes best with marshmallows?” (Tony plans a wedding. The wedding is in ten hours and he hasn’t exactly proposed yet, but he’s used to compressed project cycles. What could possibly go wrong?)

Reasons why I love it: This fic does everything – it makes me laugh, it makes me swoon, it makes me cry. It's so goddamn lovely. Everything about the wedding planning process puts the stupidest smile on my face. And of course, Tony WOULD be a complete goober about his own wedding, nobody is surprised. It's incredibly sweet and the perfect ending to this amazing series. Please go ahead and read it, I promise you'll love it!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #steve tony #fic rec #fanfic rec #ficrec #a year in fanfic recs #fluff

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