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bibbykins · 8 months

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Kidding

A/N: Sometimes I go weeks of barely writing and sometimes I sit down and write this in an hour. Two wolves inside me fr lmao. Either way, here's a fun drabble that takes place in the future of THB. Thank you all for being so patient with me. I wanted to give y'all this for my bday coming up soon, so I hope it's a good present ^^ It's con crunch time for me bc my dumbass wanted to make all my cosplays, so I should be back properly come Septemberish, but I'll be here nonetheless lurking lol

Note: This is a drabble for The Household’s Bunny series that takes place later in the timeline

Words: `1.4k

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere! BTS x Chubby! Reader

Warnings: this one's pretty tame but still- kissing, yandere tendencies/behavior, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy mindset/perception of love, possessive/obsessive yoongi being needy, everyone in his office being infatuated with MC bc it's fun lol

“He’s so cold.” Sumin, a software developer, shivered as Yoongi walked down the hall.

Being scared of the CEO wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. Even his stride demanded absolute perfection, not too fast and not too slow. Min Yoongi wasn’t unkind by any means, but he certainly didn’t go out of his way to make anyone feel at ease. It wasn’t his fault that so many people found him intimidating or his resting face angry. He didn’t need Taehyung’s happy-go-lucky smile or Jin’s expert kindness to get things done, so why would he try?

“Why is he even down here right now?” Ara wondered next to her coworker.

Sumin looked at her like she was crazy before he remembered, “Ah, you’re new, that’s right.” He chuckled, “Every month Mr. Min will meet his girlfriend at the door.” He nodded towards the lobby.

Ara’s eyes bulged, “Girlfriend?! And he meets her down here?!” She blinked wildly, “Is she just as scary–” Before Ara could properly finish her question, there you were. Even if she wasn’t looking, it would be impossible to miss the fanfare of your entrance. Soyeon, the receptionist who Ara didn’t even know could smile that wide, stood from her chair as she excitedly greeted you.

“Bunny!” She cheered, and Ara was nearly knocked flat when you beamed at the woman and squished her into a hug.

Yoongi had to fight a pout as he watched the scene in front of him, “How many times do I have to tell you her name is–”

“Darling.” You cut him off, eliciting a small gasp from the workers down the hall indiscreetly watching the scene, “Be nice, she can call me whatever she wants.” You smiled at Soyeon, and Ara swore the woman was about to melt– not that she could blame her.

“Bunny?” She let slip, catching the attention of Sumin.

“You really didn’t do much research before starting, huh?” Sumin tsked, “That’s bunnyboop, she’s like one of the highest-earning online sex workers.” He explained and Ara didn’t know her mouth could drop further as she got a better look at you dressed in a mint green mini-dress that outlined your thick curves. The necklace you wore held a crest she recognized as being on the ring Yoongi wore.

Yoongi similarly admired your form even as you scolded him. Every day you just grew to be more beautiful to him, and it was hard to be annoyed with your kindness towards others when you wore him on your neck. Namjoon won and got to be displayed on your left ring finger, but he couldn’t be too mad about being the closest to your heart. You were unequivocally theirs, no matter how many smiles you flashed to his employees. His eyes skimmed your dress, taking extra care when raking over your plush thighs, but he was stopped short by the familiar emerald heels you were, “I thought those hurt you last time.” He fretted and you rolled your eyes at the subject change.

“I gotta break them in somehow.” You retorted, “Don’t worry, I got band-aids on this time.” You reassured him, but it was too late. He was already making his descent. Quick as you could, your hand shot out to his shoulder to stop him from kneeling on the floor in front of everyone, “Don’t make a scene, love.” You reminded him, “Not again.” You added with a giggle. Last time you could hear a pin drop in the lively office, and you didn’t want a rerun.

Begrudgingly he stood up straight again and you smiled before rewarding him with a kiss to his cheek. The smile he gave you filled you with warmth, “And I can’t just carry you up to my office?” He whispered in your ear, making your face heat.

“I can walk.” You simply said with a grin before turning to Soyeon, “Sorry we always make a scene.” You giggled and she shook her head.

“Keeps us single people in line.” She chuckled, “See you later!” She waved as Yoongi slipped his hand in yours to lead you up to his office where he already had lunch delivered.

You could barely wave as you struggle to keep up with him, “You’re so mean.” You teased him, and Ara could feel her breath hitch the closer the two of you got to her desk. The worker thought she was going to vomit when you stopped in front of her, curious eyes on her form.

“Good afternoon, Ms. L/n.” Sumin spoke like he was talking to a queen, and in a way, he was.

You gave the man a full and genuine smile as Yoongi had to look back and scowl, “Sumin, please, I said you can use my first name at least.” You chuckled and Ara watched on in shock before your eyes flicked to hers, “You’re the new girl, right?” You asked before thinking, “...Ara?” You said her name and her knees nearly buckled.

“Y-Yes ma’am.” Ara squeaked out and your eyes widened.

“No need for that!” You were obviously flustered as you waved the formality off with your free hand, “I’m always happy to meet people on Miyoung’s team, she’s so sweet, and she told me you were really good.” You gushed, and Ara could hardly believe anyone calling Miyoung sweet. Miyoung was scary, not as bad as the man trying to subtly tug you away, but still frightening.

Ara still found herself smiling, your very own was quite contagious and she could see why you were so popular, “Thank you.” She managed to say without stumbling.

You could feel Yoongi’s eyes boring into you, so you decided to have mercy, “Till next time!” You waved to all of them, and Ara watched as everyone in the hall did the same. Now that she thought of it, everyone was acting a bit weird all day. Everyone had been cleaning their desks, fixing their hair, putting on lipstick. They were even dressed a bit nicer than usual. At first, she thought it was because they anticipated Yoongi’s arrival, but it seemed they wanted to impress his girlfriend. Subconsciously, her eyes caught onto her plain blouse and she frowned, next time she’ll wear the one with ruffles.

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The moment the elevator doors closed, you were pressed against them as Yoongi’s dark eyes glared at you, “So fussy.” You tutted.

“You don’t need to greet every new employee you can see–” Yoongi didn’t even get to finish his scolding before your manicured nails wrapped around his tie and tugged him down to your mouth. It was the only fool-proof way to silence him when he got worked up like this. Your mouth slotted against his while he massaged your lips with his own, uncaring of the smudging of nude pink lipstick that was undoubtedly occurring.

Your tongues intertwined until the ding of the elevator signaled your arrival to his floor. You pulled back with a smile as you soaked in his dumbstruck face, “Hungry.” You announced before making a break for it to his office.

Giggling like a maniac, you ran as fast as you could to the meeting room he set you up in every time for lunch. However, you were slowed down by caution for your heels and his hand closed around your wrist, pulling you into him just as you passed the threshold of the room, “You’re such a brat.” He hissed into your ear as he backed you against the table, forcing you to sit on the mahogany top, “I’m hungry, but I don’t even want the food anymore.” He murmured along the skin of your neck while his fingertips slipped past the hem of your dress.

It was tempting, and you were just about to give in until your stomach growled, breaking the tension and making both of you laugh, “You’re kidding.” You groaned as he leaned his forehead against yours with a smile, “That’s not fair, you know I get all hot and bothered when you’re eager like that.” You whined, already knowing he isn’t going to let you do anything else but eat first now.

“Is that why you torture me so, huh?” He tested jokingly. He knew that you bewitched the whole office because that’s just how you were. You were his princess, and you acted like it. He may not like his employees being so transfixed with you, but it was hard to be that irritated when he was much worse off than they were, “Gonna make me fire this whole building.” He mumbled along your lips. You gasped, allowing him to dip his tongue in for just a moment to get a taste of you, “Kidding.” He said before pressing one long kiss on your puffy lips, “Mostly.” He winked before beginning to unpack the food.

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lucifersimp333 · 1 year

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MC Dyes Their Hair

Just silly little head canons since I colored my hair again recently.

Lucifer

~ Doesn't mind that you color your hair, why would he? Just please try not to get color on the sink.

~ Will help you if you ask, will properly grab a tinting brush and comb and get the spots you missed.

~ Will get a rag and wipe away the color on your skin around your hairline, ears, and neck.

~ Will get slightly annoyed if you stain the tub. Just clean it up, MC.

~ Will always compliment your new hair color and how great it looks on you.

~Don't ask if you can color his hair because his answer will always be NO.

Mammon

~ Will help if you ask him, but he'll make such a mess.

~Screw the tinting brush, he's using his bare hands to slap the color on for you.

~Will get so much color on your forehead and ears, but will have so much fun helping you.

~ Wants to match with you so he'll take some hair color and put some on the tips of his hair.

~ Will totally deny it though, The Great Mammon just wanted to try something new. Why would he want to match with a human? (He totally wanted to match he's lying.)

Asmo

~ He asked you if he can help with your hair. He loves getting close to you and love anything beauty related. It's a win win!

~ Will color your hair flawlessly. He puts cream around your hairline and ears so no color stains, uses the best color safe shampoo and conditioner, and will even blow-dry and style your hair for you after!

~ I hope you're photo ready, because he's going to take hundreds of photos with you and your new color. His favorite human just looks So beautiful, how can he not?!

~Will make sure EVERYONE in the HOL knows you colored your hair, and will NOT leave the room until they complement you at least once.

~ Will constantly gawk over your new hair and play with it.

Beel

~ Will help if you ask but will have no idea what he's doing.

~If you have scented hair color, he will give one a taste, don't be surprised if his lips are stained a crazy color.

~ Definently didnt use gloves, hands will be stained for days.

~ His strong fingers feel so good massaging your scalp when shampooing your hair. <3

~ If there's color in the sink, he'll clean it for you. He'll try cleaning the stains he main on your forehead too.

~ Absolutely loves your new color, you got him blushing over here!

Levi

~ He'll help you but you need to wait until he finishes the level he's on.

~Will 100% try to convince you color your hair like Ruri-Chan.

~ He realizes he's going to hair to get close to your face, he becomes a nervous wreck. Blushing, shaking, sweating, be patient with him he's trying.

~ You have to wash your own hair though, he almost died when he accidentally brushed his finger against your cheek, give him a minuet to reboot from that.

~ When you're on your knees bent over the bathtub with your booty in the air this man is SWEATING. He turns around and looks the other way so he doesn't faint right then and there.

~ LOVES your new hair color and has you try on some cosplay outfits. With the hair color you look just like the one character from the anime That One Time My Dog Bit Me And I Became A Sexy Goblin Dog Succubus And Took Over The World! You need to try this cosplay on, MC!

Satan

~ May huff a little when you ask to help, but he can't say no to you.

~ Does the best out of all the other brothers tbh. He's neat, precise, get ZERO hair color on you anywhere. He uses gloves, the brush, hair clips. You start to question if he's a professional or not.

~ Will chat your ear off about a book he recently finished while doing your hair.

~ His slender fingers dance around your scalp when washing your hair, practically putting you to sleep.

~ Will towel dry your hair and brush it for you.

~ Will compliment you like a gentleman, and then go read a book on the hair coloring process so he's better prepared for next time.

Belphie

~ Will 100000% bitch and moan when you ask him to help. When you tell him never mind and that you'll find someone else, he bitches some more saying he was only kidding. ( He wants to help, he's just smart ass we all know this.)

~ Kind of rough? Not enough to hurt you, but enough to raise an eyebrow at

~ Lowkey having the time of his life, but he wont show it.

~ Makes a little bit of a mess on your skin, he wont clean it though.

~ " accidentally" dropped a little dollop on your chest and conveniently that's the only mess he cleaned on your skin.

~ Wants to take a quick nap on your lap while the color is sitting on your hair. Wake him up when it's time to wash it.

~ Will compliment your new hair color with sleepy eyes. All this hard work made him tired, now to repay him you need to nap with him. ( Use your own pillow MC, please don't stain his)

#obeyme #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #obeymelucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me satan

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ticklystuff · 6 months

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Tickletober Day 16: Sweets(?)

a/n: ahhh i wanted to do at least one day of tickletober! ty to the mi(y)as for making a fun list this year!

characters: lee!lyney, ler!aether

wc: ~1.5k

summary: aether and lyney come back from a night of trick-or-treating at the fortress of meropide!

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"I can't wait to see what everyone gave us!"

Aether grinned as the two entered his temporary living quarters, still riding the high from the night. Halloween had been surprisingly eventful for a prison; inmates were encouraged to show up to work in whatever costumes they could scrounge together, with extra coupons as an incentive, and the cafeteria even gave out spooky-themed meals for the occasion. Although most inmates were not prepared to give out candy, seeing as children are not commonplace in the Fortress of Meropide, understandably so, their bags were still filled a decent amount, much more than the group initially anticipated. While Aether was satisfied with his haul, Paimon insisted on gathering more for herself and thus, the group split into two, Lynette and Freminet accompanying Paimon, leaving Lyney to stay behind with Aether.

"Okay, but you have to take any candy corn that I might've gotten."

"Ew, no." Aether turned to shoot Lyney a displeased squint, only for the corner of his mouth to stretch upwards into a smile, amused by the sight of the magician. He couldn't help but let a snort slip past his lips, catching the other off-guard.

"And what exactly is so funny?" Lyney quipped perplexedly, one hand on his hip as his own bag of candy swayed in the other.

It was Aether's idea, but something about it was.. off. Costume ideas were limited due to lack of notice and on a whim, Aether suggested that the two swap outfits for the night; Lyney would cosplay as the traveler, while Aether played the part of Fontaine's famous magician. This was a totally normal idea in his head, but the sight of Lyney not his usual dapper self in such a revealing outfit threw Aether's brain for a loop. Granted, Lyney's own outfit was not exactly on the conservative side, Aether had to admit, but this was something different altogether.

"It's just," there was a moment of pause as Aether gestured to all of Lyney with his hands, further bemusing the magician. "Just all of this," Aether finished his sentence, unable to properly convey his thoughts, opting to instead stretch his hands out in front of him, creating a grabbing motion towards Lyney's bare stomach by reaching forward.

"H-Hey!" Aether was barely in reach, yet the threat of wiggling fingers was enough to trigger a fight-or-flight response from Lyney, swinging the heavy candy bag in front of him as a form of self-defense. "It's not my fault you choose to dress like this!" The blush steadily creeping across Lyney's face was enough to get Aether to giggle; it took quite a bit to fluster the normally charming magician and Aether took great pride in doing so.

"J-Just sit down already!" Lyney quickly took his seat on the floor, gesturing for Aether to follow suit, looking away as he huffed. "I wonder what they give out around here."

Aether snorted amusedly, but refrained from teasing any further. Together, the two opened their bags, Aether immediately dumping the contents all over the floor. His mouth began to water at all the sweets, both familiar and new, laid out right in front of him. He was taken aback by the wide variety and initially figured most candy would be from Fontaine, yet his eyes immediately recognized packaging reminiscent of Monstadt and Sumeru treats, with the occasional sweets from Liyue. There was so much to choose from; where should he even begin..?

"What the—?! What is this?!"

Aether looked over at Lyney and his eyes widened at his pile of sweets, or rather.. lack thereof. Rather than Halloween treats, it was almost like Lyney somehow picked up everyone's trash instead. In fact, the only things that Aether discerned were edible were a random protein bar and the bag of sliced celery sticks handed to everyone by Sigewinne. Just from a quick glance, Aether caught sight of a dirty rag, a doll with no arms, a ball of yarn, ripped up coupons, one sock, a stuffed pig with its hind legs sewn on backwards, an empty bottle of firewater, a full bottle of firewater, except the liquid contained inside certainly did not resemble firewater. Most things Aether did not know; most things Aether did not want to know.

"How did you not notice any of this till now?" Aether had to hold back his laughter due to how distraught Lyney looked in the moment, but it was a very valid question. Perhaps, the magician wasn't as intelligent as he liked to portray.

The question seemed to fly over Lyney's head as his eyes continued to stare dumbfoundedly over his accumulated pile of trash. "I-I don't.. understand," Lyney mumbled, shoulders slumped.

"Maybe they just liked my costume more." Aether grinned teasingly, bursting out into giggles when Lyney snapped his head directly at him.

"But you're just wearing my outfit!" he huffed with a raised voice, before crossing his arms, turning his back to Aether, evidently upset by tonight's outcome.

As amusing as the whole situation was, Aether couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit sorry for Lyney, seeing as he had to spend his favorite holiday in, well, prison. With how much he had gone on and on all morning about Halloween, Aether practically had all of his favorite candy memorized, down to all the costumes Lyney and his siblings were allowed to wear at the orphanage. Figuring he should at least do something to lift the mood, Aether started sifting through his stash, picking out the perfect piece..

"Hey, Lyney."

At the sound of his name, Lyney shifted his body in Aether's direction, his pitiful expression morphing into starry eyes at the sight of Aether tossing a piece of candy his way. The treat nearly went uncaught, Lyney fumbling with his hands as he coordinated his limbs, but he managed to catch the little gift, shooting an expression at Aether that could be described as gratuitous. "Thank you so much," his voice nearly cracked.

Aether smiled as he nodded, a job well-done. Since Lyney was from Fontaine, there was a good chance he'd be most familiar with the sweets from the area. Thus, Aether had decided to go with the Yalda candy given by the Sumerian bodyguard. Normally given out for free during Sumeru's Sabzeruz Festival, the piece of Yalda candy was the perfect choice for Lyney, the flavors being a new experience for him. The added sunsettia complemented the other fruity notes present in the treat with its bright colors and tart—

"Oh, ew! EccH!"

The excessive gagging was enough to break Aether from his thoughts and his eyes caught sight of Lyney seemingly attempting to clear his mouth, adorning a distasteful expression with an empty wrapper in hand, while Aether's previously gifted generosity was a half-chewed mess on the floor. His mouth remained agape at the scene, trying to process all his thoughts on Lyney's display of actions: the impudence, the incivility, the disrespect.

"Sorry, that was, uh, something," Lyney finally spoke, still wearing a sour face. "It's, ahem, certainly not to my tastes. Do you have any water on you? I think I need— WaAHH! A-Aether? What are youhuhuhu- N-Nohohoho!"

"Throwing away my generosity like that, hmm?" Aether chastised the other, having taken the opportunity to pounce and pin Lyney to the floor, finally making full use of Lyney's costume to his advantage. "Y'know how many coupons that would've cost you on a normal day?"

"I- wahahait! I'm sohohohorry!" Lyney burst into a fit of laughter as Aether kneaded along his exposed sides, recalling various methods that were often demonstrated on him. Somehow, his outfit always seemed to invite tickles from the many friends he met during his journey, so it was a bit of relief to be on the other end for once.

"Really now?" Aether teased, taking great interest in the sensitive area surrounding Lyney's navel. "I'd ask for a piece of your own, but it doesn't look like you have anything to offer."

"You cahahahan have the dohoholl!" Lyney managed to squeal through his laughter, giving Aether a playful smirk in the process, only to throw his head back in hysterics when Aether punished him for the unsatisfactory offer. "I kihihihid! I'm kiIHIdding!"

"Hmmm, only you if you promise to no more wasting," Aether chided the giggly magician, teasing the outie with sporadic pokes, just gentle enough to elicit a hiccup or two, but still resulted in Lyney's legs kicking outwards.

"Prohohmihihise!"

Sufficed with the answer, Aether finally removed his hands and allowed Lyney to sit up once more. While he got himself comfortable, Aether took the time to pick out a different piece of candy, this time selecting one from Fontaine, a piece Lyney was sure not to reject. He motioned for Lyney to hold out his hand and watched as his face lit up yet again at the sight of the treat.

"Ah, I have to thank you again," Lyney said, humbly taking the candy in hand, "but seriously, if there's anything you think can be of use from my stuff, just let me know."

Aether peered over at Lyney's pile of "sweets" and the thought of handing the armless doll to Paimon amused him for a moment, but he shook his head, ultimately deciding against it. "Ehe, I'm good."

#lyneyther #lyney #aether #genshin impact #tickling

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skylermadness · 7 months

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Welcome to the Rider Side (Iskandar TF)

(Original Date of Upload: July 8, 2023)

Original Description:

I was going to upload this yesterday but forgot to. I know next to nothing about the Fate series, and honestly it seems like it has too many pieces to put together to really be able to get into it safely. Nonetheless, I wrote this while I was bored one set of days and in the mood for Iskandar, who is honestly my only Fate-related mood. What can I say, I like fiery redheads. I tend not to deal with lack of MC in works but I wanted to try something unique and different. Same with the goo trigger here, although I've done quite a few goo triggers so that doesn't really count. Either way, this was a fun story to write and a nice diversion from the usual that I work on! Rated Mature for bulge and implied masturbation.

Cosplay was an unfamiliar endeavor for Rufus, to say the least. This was both in terms of how it functions and how expensive such a thing can be. But with a convention coming up in his hometown, Rufus had been rather antsy in regards to doing it. It was something new, it was something interesting! He's never tried something like this before, and that only fueled the desire to jump the shark and attempt something like cosplaying. No matter how complicated it may be!

…then again, that doesn't really bar the fact that he chose what may have been the most complex character possible to try such a thing with, and that was the character Iskandar from the Fate series.

There were quite a few reasons why such a choice was absurd. First was the fact that he chose a character that was predominantly armored. Second was that he chose a character whose armor pieces were… unique to say the least. So much so that the only way to procure them would be through custom means. And with there being only a month until the convention. But he also really liked the character, so much so that he was willing to do everything in his power to attempt to do this… right?

Rufus sighed, his foot pressing on the brake of his car as he drove up to an intersection. Eyes lingered for a couple seconds, keeping track of the intersection before his vision drifted to the block ahead. He caught sight of a small building, wooden in material in contrast to the predominantly concrete, stone, and brick of the buildings surrounding it. The sight caused him to perk up a bit.

He was lucky for a single thing, and that was locating a replica of Iskandar's blade. One that ran for a cheap price. It did have to be procured locally, but that was fine since the store was near his apartment.

Once past the intersection he drove for a couple more seconds before pulling over to the side in front of the building. Doing all the usual procedures he left his car and locked it before turning to look at the building itself, evidently being a small store judging by the shelves that were noticeably visible through the window. His sight trailed upwards for a moment, catching the store's name that was displayed atop it.

Maurice's Exceptional Cosplay Collectibles…

Although only the name Maurice seemed to be written properly. Everything else after it was rather crude in writing, alongside being written above something that was scribbled out. Peculiar, but not the most worrying thing. Probably a rebrand when this store took over whatever the previous one was.

Finishing up his gawking, Rufus finally took the plunge and stepped into the store. A small bell rang above him as he stepped through the door, his arrival being signaled throughout the almost shack-like shop. Although the only acknowledgement of his existence after that was from who he presumed to be the manager, a rotund man with a thick beard and a balding head. The store's titular Maurice, Rufus had presumed.

"'ey. Ruf's, right?" the man said, his voice deep and gravelly.

With a nod Rufus responded with an, "Er, yeah."

He wasn't surprised that the storekeeper was anticipating his arrival. The site where Rufus found the replica sword just happened to have a section for item reservations.

Maurice nodded, then bent down to rummage beneath the counter. After a couple seconds he arose with a rather long and thin box in hand and set it upon the counter. "Take a look-see," he said with a smile. "Rather impress'ly designed!"

Curious, Rufus stepped up to the counter and opened the box. The object within it was wrapped in red cloth, which he undid in order to look at the object itself. His eyes then widened in surprise. "It's made of metal…?"

"Yup! An authentic sword ya' gettin' 'ere!"

Authentic felt like an understatement. Rufus was expecting some plastic mock-up, but this appeared to be a legitimate spatha-type sword. Metallic blade, equally metallic handle and pommel. And yet it had all the makings of Iskandar's blade. Golden emblem on the cross-guard, a lion's head at the pommel's end.

"Did… did you make this or something…?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Eh, ya could say that."

And all of this for twenty dollars. It felt practically farcical to him. "Is this like some kind of rental thing, or…?"

"Nah. We jus' get a lot're items than we know what t' do with."

Rufus opened his mouth to respond, but was unable to think of one.

"'s a good sword though. Heard it's owner was quite the beaut as well!"

"I uh, yeah…" he responded, unsure how to take all of this. This experience was getting more surreal by the second. "I'll just make my payment and be on my way then," Rufus said, beginning to fish out his wallet.

His eyes still lingered on the spatha. There was something that felt off, but he just couldn't pinpoint it yet…

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It's been roughly ten minutes now since Rufus had arrived back to his apartment. He was originally planning on making himself some lunch before resuming his plans to find a suitable way to complete his cosplay, but those plans were thrown out the window rather quickly.

He sits on the couch, and in front of him is a small table. The sword is splayed atop the table's glass counter, the box it came in disregarding to the side with the cloth it was wrapped in laying beneath it. The man was still awestruck at the realism of the object. He was half convinced that if he poked the tip he'd accidentally cut himself and draw blood.

Reaching out a hand he hesitantly grasped the dark blue grip of the blade and picked it up. With both hands he held the blade up to his face as if he were inspecting it. The object was rather lightweight which made picking it up not very challenging. The only real concern was his lack of knowledge when it came to sword etiquette. How do you hold it? Do you have to clean it or something? Where do you even put it once you're finished with it??

"Oh, what will I do with you…" Rufus questioned the blade, not expecting much of an answer.

He had slowly come to the realization that there was a small issue now in regards to having such a realistic object. It would likely not work well together with whatever other pieces of the cosplay he'd scope out. He'd have a set of faux armor and whatnot and be wielding some hyperrealistic blade that could probably get him arrested. And it definitely wouldn't fit with the cheaper option of going for a more casual fit.

He sighed, beginning to mutter to himself. "I did not think this thought much, did I?" There was also a very vocal thought in the forefront of his mind: he really wanted an easier way to complete this cosplay.

His peripherals then caught onto a glowing below him. Turning his head downwards his gaze caught onto the golden emblem within the middle of the sword's cross-guard. The emblem was looking to be glowing brightly now. "Wha…?"

He didn't have much time to process it though. He was suddenly startled as a strange fluid-like substance poured down from the emblem and onto his hands, which had then prompted Rufus to panic for a moment and let go of the blade. Luckily, it only fell beside his feet and stabbed into the rug.

Rufus didn't think much of it though. He was preoccupied, looking down to inspect his hands. Gobs of reddish-brown goo of some kind had found their way onto his hands somehow, flecks of it slowly moving up and towards his arms. "Uhhhh-"

That wasn't the only weird occurrence either. Rufus felt the fingers of both hands twitching just ever so slightly, this feeling being accompanied by a far stranger sight. A thickness was entering the man's hands, fingers steadily growing larger and denser. His hands were increasing in size as well with both of them appearing to stretch out larger, bulkier. Palms were looking to be swelling and gaining a meatiness to them, and the increase in size to both parts of his body just looked like they had at the very least less than doubled in size.

The mysterious goo continued to progress its way up and around Rufus' arms. The young man could only watch in a mix of awe and confusion, unable to articulate his feelings. A massive chunk of it was encapsulating his wrists, lengthening further upwards to fully wrap around his forearms. It felt as if the region was being encased in a rubber-like substance, and ementating from that substance was an odd feeling of warmth that coursed through the veins of his lower arms. Much like his hands, the size of both forearms was steadily growing. However, this time it appeared they were accruing muscle mass. The softness that they had originally possessed was being sloughed away and replaced by hard, beefy, and warm muscle. It had even come with a surge of strength that was only progressing further into his body.

While the rubbery cuffs remained on his forearms, strands and gobs of goo broke from it and trickled up his arms more. This didn't seem to lessen the mass of the arm cuffs, as if all laws of physics did not apply to this substance. As the strands of strange substance inches across his upper arms, the surge of power coursing through himself was moving into the region as well. Thick muscle was packing into the area, arms hardening with it as it formed quickly. Biceps bulged out of them while triceps transformed and matured rapidly. All the softness his arms originally possessed was getting erased, melting away into a firm new form. Heat had filled his arms as they were granted an instant workout, and he could feel the short sleeves of his t-shirt attempt to stretch over his thickening appendages while the goo began moving beneath them and towards his torso. The fabric got filled with creases as his muscles pushed up against them, the thick crevices that divided his newfound musculature practically etching into the gray cotton. This only got more prominent as his shoulder muscles started to change and his deltoids expanded, the overall region broadening as things were moving up and past his arms.

With his shoulders bulking out, Rufus could feel his form start to widen out while his skin was stimulated by the rubbery texture of the goo. It was practically phantasmagorical as to how this all felt. Unrealistic, bizarre. He couldn't help but take a moment to snap out his daze and curiously paw at the cuffs encapsulating his forearms. The liquid consistency seemed to have hardened, the marbled reddish-brown having become some kind of long latex-like 'wrist'band that even with his newfound strength he'd be unable to pull off. But then again, this substance was somehow making him muscular…

He stopped pulling at the cuffs, instead raising an arm up and giving it a good flex. The act as a whole caused the associated sleeve to split across his bicep, unable to contain the now muscled limb. "Woah…" he vocalized in awe. He would be lying if he said he didn't like this feeling of power that was steadily coursing through his entire being.

Concern was fading into curiosity. He moved his attention downwards, eyes staring at his torso as he felt the transformative substance travel from the left and right sides of his body. It was steadily moving towards the middle of his body, and as it did so it was only inciting more changes. He could feel his very core heat up like some kind of furnace, an almost exponentially enhancing sense of might emanating within his chest.

Rufus had possessed a rather pudgy build. Soft, fatty, some would even call it a little schlubby. But something, or rather everything about that, was changing. As the goo moved across his chest towards the middle of his body, a firmness was entering the area rather rapidly. The softness of his pecs was hardening, getting packed with powerful muscles. His shirt steadily filled out as his musculature was increased, pectorals pushing forward more and more as they grew and expanded. He was garnering two massive slabs of raw meat on his chest. It was getting so prominent that the newly developing cleavage was indenting into his shirt's fabric.

Beneath his shirt the substance that was infusing him with this power continued its coverage of his form. Once it converged beneath the middle of his chest it began to expand outwards again. A portion of it arose, rubber-like goo steadily raising to cup Rufus' thick pecs. A sizable portion in the middle remained visible however, the goo seeming to avoid covering his cleavage. It would eventually rise until it nestled beneath the man's collarbone, which itself still seemed to be widening out. Between the goo and his broadening size, Rufus' t-shirt was just struggling to contain his massive form. And it was evident his form was only going to become even larger.

The marbled browns and reds of the supposed fluid had also been making its way downwards, the territory it was claiming around his abdominal region being a lot larger than it was on his chest. It has first stretched over his belly, a soft squeezing ensuing as it did so. The fat within his belly was being pressed down into his body, being flattened and molded into a more muscular form instead. Abdominal muscles were being pressed out of his gut, bubbling forward as three rows were being forced to materialize into a six-pack of abs.

His sides were increasing with heat as his obliques rippled, the lower half of Rufus' torso continuing to get pressurized as the goo started to surround it now. A burning strength being filled in the region, power pushing forward throughout the form as new muscles continued to get molded into him from the mysterious substance. It wasn't long until it went into his back as well, the goo entering the region and closing in on his spinal cord. As it did so, wide portions of goo were beginning to extend from the top of the chest portion of this weird rubbery chest plate of his. It stretched out, snaking over his shoulders and moving onto his upper back. Both segments of substance would meet at the midline, in between his trapeziuses, and then run downwards in a single thick line to converge with the portion of gooey plating that surrounded his lower body. All the while his spine was being massaged by the substance, another soft warmth emanating across his back as inches were now being added to the young man's height.

The changes in height were getting slightly evident now as Rufus caught onto his shirt riding up his now muscular abdomen. His six-pack was just etched into the gray fabric perfectly, and the shirt's hem was steadily moving towards said six-pack. But he was quickly growing more preoccupied with his chest. His thick pectorals. He couldn't help but slowly bring up a hand and poke a chunky finger into his cleavage. Although the very act of moving a limb seemed to be taboo to the shirt at this point, rips echoing from behind him as his back and shoulder muscles were moved. And somehow this initiated a chain reaction as tears formed down the sides of the tee, and a few finally formed within the front. One especially noticeable rip was right over his pecs, giving Rufus a clear view of the rubber chestplate and the middle of his pecs.

"Hooh…" he felt warm at that. Everything about this was warming but that very sight moreso. So, so much strength is piled onto him. It was so immense, so powerful. He just couldn't resist going from poking to groping as he cupped a pec with a hand. It was so… stimulating feeling that rubber press up against his flesh, and he could still feel the slight softness that his pectorals possessed. The feeling just made his blood pump faster than before, so much faster.

He was… enjoying this, wasn't he?

His thoughts were then broken as he heard another portion of his clothing break, this time with his legwear. Looking down he saw that the button holding his jeans together had snapped open, and in general his jeans were starting to feel tighter. But the tightness in his jeans was the least of his problems as… so much began happening at once.

The goo had already moved well past the waistline, now beginning to encapsulate Rufus' pelvis and the area beneath that. It was perhaps the most sensual part of the entire change as he could feel the substance squeeze up against his more sensitive areas. He couldn't help but stand up from the couch now, the man feeling a considerable heat erupting in his rear as the region was consumed by the gooey substance. The area was getting so much thicker, becoming round and plump as his glute muscles became even larger. And with his waist already getting wider, this addition to size caused the seat of his pants to just split open, that very sound causing Rufus to moan a bit as his cheeks flushed with red.

Then he felt his groin stir, and his cheeks flushed even redder.

A massive hand was moving down to the area as Rufus started to feel an immense, almost erotic emotion well up in him. Sweat was beading on his forehead while he looked down, the zipper of his pants splitting open more and more as he saw his undergarments bulge out more with each passing second. All the while the rubber was stimulating every nerve within his growing groin. Blood was practically shooting down there as he couldn't help but hover his hand above the area for a moment before cupping it. "O-ohhh…" he moaned out again, his voice sounding a bit deeper, but his brain was swimming in erotic ecstasy to care.

With all this pleasure overtaking Rufus' mind, he was too preoccupied to take full notice of more changes, now continuing to press further down his legs. His thighs were practically burning with heat as they were encapsulated with brownish-red goo, hamstrings and quads being packed with substantial muscle much like his arms were minutes prior. Tears echoed through the air as the stitching on the sides of his jeans was being split open by his thickening legs, and the denim in general was getting creased with his new musculature engraving into it.

The goo seemed to end halfway down his thighs however, globs of it instead trickling downwards as it moved past his knees as onto the crus of his legs. Once it reached the mentioned region, it went back to expanding in surface area. Although this time it seemed to be doing so like it did his forearms; circling around his lower legs to form one large rubber bracer. This was especially noticeable with the bottoms of his jeans running up his legs, his height growing yet again with another set of inches being placed into his legs. And while it did so, his calves steadily ballooned, now being grown out into massive bulging muscles that continued to vy for his legwear's attention and rip them up further with each passing moment.

As Rufus continued rubbing his bulge, he widened his stance a bit. The substance had also finally run beneath his footwear, now having reached the man's feet. The tongue's of his shoes were pressed up as the rubbery material cascaded down the bridge of both feet, the size of his feet seemingly getting stimulated by this and beginning to grow. His footwear was quick in becoming undersized; his heels practically dug into the backs of each shoe while the sides pressed the cloth that was containing them outwards more and more. The toecap of the shoe was beginning to bulge as his toes pressed up against it, the side of the bulging growing even more prominent as his toes got thicker. The overall meatiness of his feet was just increasing rapidly, and it wasn't long until his shoes finally began splitting apart to reveal them. And while his feet grew, the rest of the rubbery goo completed what it set out to do. A small bit of it slipped in between his big toe and the adjacent one before running beneath the soles of his feet. It was at this point that his original footwear finally just burst open.

Rufus shuddered a bit, hesitantly unclasping his bulge as he let out a rather deep sigh. All of his senses steadily came back to him as the ecstasy slowly wore off.

He swallowed a forming lump in his throat, the man feeling his neck thicken in size. "I-I should probably leave that for…"

His sentence trailed off as he caught note of his voice, realizing the deepness crawling into it with each passing word. It was sounding so commanding, so boisterous! And familiar as well…

"Woah- I sound exactly like…" his eyes trailed back downwards. The way the rubber had plated his body, especially his torso, was also… "Iskandar…"

With that very realization, a large grin formed on the man's face. That sword, it was making him a splitting image of its wielder? How was that possible? Why was it possible? Did that weird storekeeper know or-

"O-ough, itchy…" Rufus' thoughts broke as he felt an itchiness on his face. No doubt a sign of the final physical changes to his body finally ensuing.

He raised up a hand and casually scratched at the itching, the feeling mainly isolated around his chin. He had already possessed a bit of a beard around the region, but the brown coloration of it was noticeably changing. Starting at the roots, a soft red was steadily expanding across his beard. Alongside that the thickness of it was increasing, the hairs growing thicker and more connected as the visible style of his facial hair looked almost spiky. This look was only exacerbated as a spiky-like stylization was forming from where the hairs met his face. And his beard only moved further to perfection, a well-kempt lustrousness entering into the very hairs. More and more red continued to consume the follicles, dull brown becoming brighter and brighter by the second. The ends of the beard moved up the sides of his jaw to meet his sideburns, and from there the bright red was starting to enter his hair.

While his beard changed his face was altering at the exact same time. A broadness entered his jawline, chiseled it out more as the softness of his face was getting hardened. His facial structure was being altered, skull shape shifting due to the roundness of it was being lost, becoming a bit more square with the steady widening of it all. The youthful look his young adult face had was also fading, bits of age setting into it with wrinkles etching around his eyes. Although perhaps the most prominent changes occurred within his facial features; his slight mustache sinking into his skin, his eyes getting slightly larger while the irises gained a bright red coloration to them, and his ears pushed out slightly. There was also a change in his nose, it getting larger and the bridge getting wider in size as the broadness of his nose seemed to become an almost defining feature of his face. Lastly were his eyebrows, getting bushier while the bright red coloration formed within them as they did so.

The final bits of changes came to the rest of his hair. As the flaming red swept across his, the overall style was being altered drastically. While it had originally possessed an almost medium length to it, that length was shortening rather rapidly. This was further proven by his forehead getting more visible as the part of hair flipped over was shrinking into his scalp. After a few seconds it also seemed the way his hair was directed was altering, the centralization of it all being swept back and changed to all of his hair being pushed backwards. A wild, untameness was forming within it as well with bits and pieces spiking out as if the hair were actually lit aflame. Despite it all, with the shortening concluding, his hair had garnered a noticeable denseness to it that it didn't possess in its prior state.

With that all the strange warmths and newfound power surges started to die down, as if Rufus' body was already getting used to it. A sign that the physical changes seemed to have concluded. Although Rufus felt a bit too preoccupied scratching his beard. Not because it was still itching though, it just felt nice to run his fingers through the dense hairs. "Ooh, that feels good…"

All of this felt good actually. This thick musculature, this masculine physique. Hearing his deep voice resonate through his ears, just feeling his own strong presence within the room. It was exhilarating! Although his scritching slowly came to a halt as he realized something. His head turned back downwards, eyeing the strange rubbery substance that still clinged to his body.

"Are you gonna melt off or something…?" he muttered. He wasn't sure what it had left to change. But after a couple seconds a change in texture drew his attention to his arm. Why did he feel something furry? Wait…

His eyes now laying upon it, Rufus found that the rubber cuff that encapsulated his forearm was shifting. The top and bottom ends were fluffing up with a soft, white, and dense furry fringe. Meanwhile the material of the rubber itself was shifting to a cold and hard metal that he could feel graze his skin. The featurelessness was lost as crescent-like and ellipsoid shapes formed within the back of the newly changed metal.

It wasn't the only part that was changing either. His already filled out shirt seemed to fill out more, tears further splitting it as the rubber that divided the fabric from his skin got bulkier. Metal spread amongst the mysterious substance's entirety, the reddish-brown marbling changing to a pure brown while a soft golden coloration formed to outline where his pectorals and abs were. A bronze chestplate seemed to be what it was becoming. Meanwhile the Y-shaped segment of goo that stretched across his back changed to a separate more flexible material that made it more like a set of straps, those straps held together by a triangular buckle on the middle of his back.

It was at this point that the remainder of his shirt seemed about ready to tear off, much of it seeming to almost burn itself away. But a portion of it around his shoulders and back remained, shifting into something drastically different. A thick white fur emerged from the collar, growing thicker and thicker by the second, while the back portion of the shirt extended and turned from gray to bright red. The furriness of the collar continued to thicken, and a golden design was arising from the bottom of the lengthening back. It wasn't long until the former shirt was the densely furred caped mantle that sat upon Iskandar's shoulders, held there by a single blue leather strap around his chest.

At the same time, the rubber that was around his thighs shifted to a deep blue, hardening into some kind of short legged under armor. But his jeans still seemed to fill out, a separate layer of fabric seeming to emerge from under the materializing belt that was beneath the first layer of legwear's waistline. This layer of fabric continued to push itself downwards, reds and golds noticeable through the tears in the denim of his jeans. It wasn't long until his former legwear would follow in what his shirt did by mimicking a fire starting and blazing itself away while segments of it were changing, hardening to a bronze like his chestplate possessed. It seemed his jeans were becoming a set of lengthy tassets that stretched down to the length of his knees. All while a golden buckle appeared in front of them, clasped onto Rufus' waist, and manifested a triad of blue straps that snaked around his waist. A sizable weight formed within one of these straps, a scabbard for the very trigger of his transformation appearing from mere nothing.

The last portion of rubber was on the crus of his legs and his feet. Like the segment around his forearms, fringes of fur grew from the top and bottom portions of the greaves while the rubberiness was hardened to metal. A layered metallicness was also formed within the substance that has covered the bridge of his foot. Meanwhile the portions that had gone between his toes and under his feet became a more leathery consistency instead, his new pair of footwear seeming to be rather sandal-like.

Rufus ran a hand above the flat bronze of his chestplate, a sense of finally dawning on the transformed man. This was real armor that had finally graced the man's skin. Authentic, perfect. He could feel every chunk of metal, every bit of fur, even the fabric of his cape grazing the back of his legs.

His eyes then laid on the sword, the catalyst to this all, currently stabbed in the rug of his apartment. He effortlessly picked the object up, Rufus reveling in hearing the soft shing of the weapon reverberate through his ears as he placed it into his scabbard.

"I guess you did give me the perfect cosplay that'd fit you, huh?" Rufus said while patting the scabbard. He then followed the statement up with a deep laugh, letting himself just swim in the pure boisterousness that this form exuded. It just felt so good.

Quieting down a bit, his gaze then trailed to his arm. Casually raising it, Rufus gave the arm a good flex! Feeling all that raw strength and power coarse through his veins.

"I am definitely ready for that convention now!~"

#character tf #human tf #bara tf #muscle growth tf #transformation #tf #male transformation

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vaimetanyx · 11 months

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Part three - refusal of the call

Because, and I can't stress this enough, there is no way these greaves can be worn without stabbing your own feet when you move, let alone dash. So here's my non-foot destroying version!

(Full process under the cut)

[Skull pauldron] [Belt] [Greaves] [Toga + sash] [Wig + Laurels] [Armbands] [Flaming feet] [Satyr Sack] [Stygius v1] [Stygius v2] [Nectar]

To start off with, more pattern making!

(And remember, if you don't want to suffer needlessly, make your back closure straight. Don't be like me)

Once you have you have your pattern (WITH A STRAIGHT BACK SEAM) then it's time to cut it out of foam, contact cement it together, and heat shape. This was my first time making any sort of fitted armour so I tried them on and held them closed with masking tape. Terrible Hozier socks are courtesy of @afternoon-softea

Next up, skulls! As per my previous posts, I cut out the pattern, contact cemented the pieces together, dremelled the edges and added depth + tidied things up with foam clay.

Now I made a hero's journey joke about refusal of the call at the start of this post but genuinely I had so much trouble with these bevels/ridges/whatever, and even the finished product still looks super rough if you focus. I was so mad and focused while doing them I don't even have progress pictures, but here's the end look with an unflattering closeup on the bevels.

But they ended up getting done, which meant time to heat seal and plastidip! The original paint I was going to use for them turned out to look absolutely terrible, so I had to do a late night Bunnings trip to get an actual nice metallic grey. I then did some shadows around the skull and painted the eyes black, and proceeded to forget to take photos of any of that.

Painting! late night bunnings trip to get a decent one bc the spray paint you originally picked was terrible! Black in the eyes, a little bit of dry brushed highlights and shading and that part's done! Forget to take photos again!

For the closure, I knew I didn't want to have an obvious zip so I could match the art more accurately, so I thought 'hey, I'll just super strong velcro!'

...

If your closure. Isn't even. You will have so much trouble keeping it closed properly. No matter what you use. Version 1, which I wore to my first convention in this cosplay, had an internal velcro closure and some on the edges to try and get it to sit evenly at the seam. it sort of worked. I also did this before painting and then had to redo the edge velcro since the velcro got clogged up with plastidip and paint.

I later went to modify this and still use velcro! It didn't work! so I decided fuck this all, and made it lace up using spare hook and eye closures I had lying around, held together and shaped with a LOT of hot glue.

I was originally going to use some black string I had, but it couldn't handle the tension needed to keep it closed flush, so I changed to fishing line. I also added some more highlighting and shadows on the skull part

The tension did rip off a few of my tiny hook and eye closures during the con, and I had to cut myself out of them at the end of the day, but they did end up sitting much better (and no annoying velcro sounds if I moved too much and put pressure on the closure). I kinda want to remake them now knowing what I do about making cosplay armor, but who knows when I'll have time to do that. They're good enough for now, especially considering the amount I walk into things on a daily basis.

#my cosplay #cosplay process #hades game #zagreus cosplay #and this folks is why we make sure out closures are straight so we don't watch full seasons of dropout's game changer #just trying to get the seams to sit flat

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madness-of-void · 2 months

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The Cosplay Progress (?)

Okay...I'm doing it. I'm showing off the hot mess of progress of the possibly decent, or absolutely hot garbage, cosplay of my version of human!Ink. I do have a nice chunk of the items for the cosplay - just gotta put it together. Most of the putting together can be done in a day, and I have until July to finish it all, soooo...we'll see how this goes! ^^;

Now I'll just post updates maybe every other day, or once a week, since I do have most of it in hand. And it will all be under the cut, since it'll long as fuck. So, without further ado, let's begin, shall we?

First off, this is probably the most ambitious cosplay I've ever done. Normally I do something easy. Examples: Stiles from TW, casual Keith from VLD, and recently (for Halloween) genocide route Frisk. debating on positing what garbo pics i have of those

Flowerfell!Frisk? Probably the most complex I've done, and only because I had to have help make a flower crown, actually use fabric glue for the flowers and little heart on the shorts and flower on the mask , painted up a random prop stick I had lying around no idea why i had that , and did a little bit of faint make-up. And ended up with this:

bad pic i know but it's all i got of the full thing where i don't look like a drowned rat coz goddamn it was hot af

So after that, for some damned reason, I decided it would be a GREAT idea to do a difficulty jump and do Ink! Yaaaaay...I'm so smart. I have been looking at this as a reference for what I need mostly coz i had it saved on my phone already , which has been both motivation to get this done...but also a little intimidating. But I'm already too far into this. Can't back out now!

Anyways, enough rambling! Let's start with the first update on this silly thing!

HOODIE

So, firstly, I already had my eye on the Ink hoodie from Simakai (I'll properly tag once the whole thing is done). I already have the Underfell one that I used for my Flowerfell!Frisk cosplay. I also have the Outertale hoodie, bi pride hoodie, and ace pride hoodie all from Simakai! They are all amazing hoodies, and I actually just bought Epic's hoodie from their new shop! Definitely check them out! They're comfy, well made, and I'll admit I wear my Outertale and Underfell hoodies out sometimes.

The pic doesn't do it justice (hence all the millions of links above), but tada! The hoodie! My biggest worry is maybe tripping on the scarf, but I think I can manage. place your bets coz my ass clumsy

Also, there is a little surprise in it!

Twas quite the laughing jumpscare when I was messing with the pockets.

And that's it for update 1! Stay tuned for more. >:3

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Update 2 time!

Apologies for how garbage the pics are for this part. Space was a mess at the time, and I'm too lazy to redo it. With that out of the way...let's ramble!

PANTS

So, next to the sash for the vials, this was surprisingly the hardest thing for me to find. I couldn't find anything that looked "just right". The first pair that I bought did look just right...but the color was way off. Way too bright from what was advertised. Took me a while to find another pair, and I actually bought two more. one of which i may use for a ftfo!ink Now, the next pair is the right color...but it's just a nice pair of sweats/joggers. Which is a bit of a bummer, but seeings how I cannot sew/make a full blown pair of pants (can barely sew at all), and my stepmom (who can sew) isn't that insanely skilled, they will have to do.

Here is a pic of the pants side-by-side coz for the longest time I was going to go with the first pair I bought. But after putting it together with the top...no. Just...no. Did not look good. You'll have to take my word for it.

And before you ask, yes. I will have assistance sewing on the little suspenders. That will be two separate posts on their own in the future! It won't be just plain brown pants.

So that's it for update 2! Stay tuned for more! if you want i ain't forcing ya lols

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Update number 3! Wooooo!

And it is actually really boring.

Like...royally boring. sorry?

GLOVES

So these were a bit easy to get. Granted, I did buy two pairs, because I couldn't decided initially. It was only after trying them on that I could make a decision.

They are a bit long, but I can live with that. especially coz I am not planning on doing the tatts, that would end terribly And, yes, they are missing that little piece on the pinky. Just like the pants are missing the suspenders. And just like with those, I will be having assistance sewing that piece on!

I could show you want I have of that, but I'm planning on making that one big update.

Okay! That's it! Stay tuned for update 4!

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Update 4! Not another exciting one again. The more exciting ones will slowly trickle in. depending on what you define as exciting

Anywho! Update 4!

SHOES

Yes. Shoes. I know our favorite souless bean doesn't wear shoes anymore...but I have to. No need to get my toes all messed up! Especially at this convention center. Walking around there can be a nightmare! Closed toed or not. 😭

Anyway!

Shoes!

They were sadly kind of expensive, but these were the closest I could find that kind of fit for what I was going for and i looked at custom ones first. Plus, I will be wearing these outside of the cosplay. So I get shoes for cosplay, and shoes for whenever I wanna wear them - a win-win.

But, one more thing! I will also I guess ruin them, in a way. How will I ruin them? Well...I was thinking of adding more splatter to them. Plus, see that pesky logo? Welp...I also had an idea for that.

And I'll just leave this update at that. >:3

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#void talks #nic talks #cosplay fun fun time #this is a wee bit stupid but eh fuck it #i do what i want #not gonna do huge tags for it coz this is just mostly for me and whoever wants to look at my ramblings

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mbjrweek · 9 months

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MBJR WEEK 2024

The door collided against the wall with a loud bang, startling Jin into dropping his flowerpot. Horobi calmly snatched it from the air and handed it back to his son. He watched as Ikazuchi waltzed into the room, Naki following behind; a big, squirming sack draped over their back.

Before Horobi could question them, they already indolently threw the sack to the couch. Not a moment later, a harried-looking Fuwa Isamu tore himself out of the sack, puffing and huffing.

Ignoring Jin’s baleful glare and Fuwa Isamu’s murderous one, Ikazuchi grandly announced. ‘’Iwae! Our time to shine has come once again!’’ before dramatically dropping down on one knee, and presenting Horobi with a sheet of paper on a velvet cushion.

Horobi took the paper and started to read the words out loud.

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Welcome to MBJR WEEK 2024!

From May 10th to 16th, join us once again to celebrate our beloved Metsuboujinrai.net!

RULES:

1. This event celebrates the familial bond shares between Metsuboujinrai.net.

2. Fan works should have Metsuboujinrai.net members as the focus (this includes Ansatsu-chan, Subaru and Fuwa Isamu).

3. All fan works are welcome, including fan art, fan fiction, cosplays, playlists and more.

4. Fan works should be original contents created for the event. No re-posts or previous fan works, please.

5. Prompts are for inspiration only, they’re completely optional.

6. Use the tag #mbjrweek2024 if you want us to share your works on twitter or tumblr. On AO3, submit your fan works to the MBJR Week Collection.

7. Tag adult content appropriately.

- Twitter: include the #nsfw in your tweet.

- Tumblr: do not directly upload any adult content.

- AO3: use the Explicit rating and appropriate tags.

Each day contains two prompts, you can use ONE, BOTH, or NEITHER prompt as inspiration. The choice is up to you!

Prompts:

Day 1: Monsters AU + Mafia AU

Day: 2: Dragons + Power Imbalance

Day: 3: Crimes and Punishment + Perfect Murder

Day: 4: Dystopia + Utopia

Day: 5: Heroes and Villains + Four Seasons

Day: 6: Stephen King + Agatha Christie

Day: 7: Free Day

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‘’If this is your show, then why the heck am I here?’’ Fuwa Isamu huffed once Horobi finished reading, still incensed for being unceremoniously kidnapped and sacked from his house.

‘’Because you are our mascot.’’ Horobi replied.

‘’Since when? _!’’

‘’You did not inform Gorilla?’’

‘’I am not gorilla!’’

‘’A.I.M.S. take most of my times.’’

‘’I just return from space.’’

‘’Enough.’’ Horobi stopped them before it escalated. ‘’Let us prepare for the event now.’’

‘’But the event is next year.’’ Fuwa Isamu pointed out.

‘’The earlier the better.’’ Horobi replied and walked out the door, with everyone, Fuwa Isamu included, following behind him. ‘’Writing stories are no easy matter.’’

Beside him, Jin nodded in agreement and then smiled brightly to the readers. ‘’We will wait for your participation!’’ He waved.

‘’Make sure to draw me handsomely, okay?’’ Ikazuchi winked to the readers.

‘’No pressure though, we are here to have fun.’’ Naki reminded.

‘’That is the most important.’’ Fuwa Isamu agreed.

‘’Gorilla know how to have fun?’’ Jin questioned dubiously.

‘’Of course I know. Stop calling me gorilla.’’

‘’You do not even know how to feed yourself properly.’’ Horobi murmured.

#kamen rider #kamen rider zero one #mbjrweek2024

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fbj723 · 8 months

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honestly been going back and forth w myself on a lot of things lately attaching a read more for the sake of ik i'll be rambling like theres no tmr

a part of me wants to drop pnc but i havent really gotten everyone i wanted yet + im broke so i need to build my stash up *looks at clotho and eos* oddly enough pnc has been a game ive been pretty happy on playing still hate how i missed a login day tho tbf ive rarely borderline never interacted w the fandom so me just being in the dark w what goes on there has kinda been a blessing and a curse in a sense that i can enjoy the game in peace but it feels like im alone doing so

pgr im really REALLY tempted on dropping my glb acc, once nocti comes around which will prob be around the end of the school yr for me thats where i'd be like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ welp ig im done and drop that acc after playing around w nocti and whatev. tw im still not too sure abt?? prob when i get around to lvling up my main teams i can be like ok im done and drop that at any time since im just there to experience content ahead of time without being in cn directly

before dropping pgr entirely i do wanna complete a few stuff i had in mind tho

countdown for hyperreal which will prob happen bambi patch

still need to finish that nocti countdown for tw ive barely had any motivation completing that

nocti's bday countdown (similar to how lee's went)

glb nocti's countdown

draw every char up to latest one in cn

a few noctiskk comics thats been in the back of my head for MONTHS now

basically LOTS of countdowns and nocti stuff before i drop everything entirely

will i still draw pgr stuff after all that? mayyybeee???? itll moreso be towards kye's lore building rather than it being a standalone thing. i'll still collect merch and build up my shrines and make cosplay for chars but aside from that i'm pretty much gonna be moving on to other things

ive always had 50/50 feelings w being in the pgr fandom, tho being introduced to it on disc and then going to twt may have affected my views on this whole thing. esp when the side of the fandom i was first introduced to is like the lowest of the low, i dont want to go back to a place where a bunch of dudebro incels made fun of me for being afab and liking lee and me thinking that was a norm when it clearly isnt. its been 2 goddamn yrs and theyre still poking fun at that?? like my god grow up im so sick and tired of it.

if by a slim chance i still want to participate in being in the pgr fandom i'll just go back to lurking like ive always done in prev fandoms, if i really wanna be active in talking abt the game i'll talk abt it in servers or dms, but publicly i felt that i could never really comfortably talk abt how i feel abt it aside from here cause this site >>>>>> bc i felt like my opinions arent valid, tho that really applies to anything i do so 💀💀

pgr has been a really nice game for me to destress and detach myself from reality for a bit, tho now i wanna move on to other games and focus more on my ocs like i did back in the day. once i properly set up everyone's lore doc maybe in the future i'll make a game around them, nothing too big since i'll pretty much be making most of it, but i kinda wanna fulfill my childhood dream that was just recently unlocked

theres also that small part of me that wants to be known for my oc stuff rather than pgr stuff, but bc im not tagging w popular art tags im kinda just existing, and thats fine by me. hitting 500+ follows on twt was like peak realization of me going like "oh shit, 😨 maybe this big of a following aint for me" and it truly isnt lol

#fbj rambles

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lonelyeyesweek · 2 years

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[ID: Digital picture of a half of a page torn from a notebook. Up on the page is an owl logo with text "Magnus Institute of Paranormal Research" next to it. Under it is with big green letters supposedly written "Faq 2022". On one side of it is a doodle of an eye on the other one is a doodle of a fog. Down on the page there is with small letters message from Elias: "Rosie, remember that I'll not be available the 12th to 18th of September". End of the ID]

FAQ

What is lonelyeyes week?

A week long event focused on relationship of Peter Lukas and Jonah Magnus (no matter what body he currently inhabits). For every day of the week there will be two prompts to get your inspiration flowing.

When does the event take place?

From September 12th to September 18th.

Where can I find the prompts for the event?

We will release the list with prompts month before the event at August 12th.

Do I have to follow the prompts?

Not at all. The prompts are here to give you inspiration but if the event inspires you create any other content related to the ship we will be happy to share it.

What kind of content should I create?

You can create anything from fanfics and fanarts to cosplays, podfics and playlists or anything else that comes to your mind.

How exactly will my work get shared?

On tumblr you can either tag us directly as @/lonelyeyesweek or use tag #lonelyeyesweek2022

On twitter you can either tag us directly as @/LonelyeyesWeek or use tag #lonelyeyesweek2022

On AO3 you can add your work into collection LonelyeyesWeek2022.

I want to create something nsfw/with darker themes/containing potential triggers. Can I?

We have no problem with nsfw works or works containing triggers and darker themes. We only ask you to make sure to tag your creation properly so we can tag it as well.

I am a minor. Can I still participate?

Of course. Though we recommend you to filter tag #nsft on tumblr and #donotarchive on twitter as we might be reblogging nsfw works.

I don’t ship Peter with Jonah. Can I do something for Peter/og Elias instead?

Unfortunately this doesn’t really fit the theme of our event as it is focus on relationship between Peter Lukas and Jonah Magnus.

I have problem with deadlines. Can I submit my work late?

Sure! We’ll be keeping an eye on the tag so if it takes you month to finish first prompt we will still be happy to see it and reblog it.

Who made the art for the event?

All of the amazing work on our icon, header and the promotion art is done by @p1nkwitch

I have some other question about the event.

Feel free to send us ask and we will do our best to answer!

#lonelyeyesweek #lonelyeyesweek2022 #tma #magnus archives #lonelyeyes #lonely eyes #peterelias #faq lonelyeyesweek

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kaonkalamity · 1 year

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[KAON KALAMITY 2022]

hello! welcome to kaon kalamity 2022!

as with tarnweek, you are free to post your finished prompts whenever you have time! i just figured i'd post them earlier so you guys had more time!

the event will run from saturday, december 12 to friday, december 18.

the official prompt list will be written below for those who may struggle to read the post. every day has two different prompts you can choose from. you can choose to do just one, both, or something entirely different if you want.

rules/guidelines:

tag NSFW as NSFW, i won't reblog NSFW art but will reblog NSFW fics so long as they are properly marked

the prompt list focuses on kaon but feel free to add whoever you feel inclined to.

i have accounts on twitter and tumblr, but use the tag on any social media platforms and AO3, and i'll share the links on tumblr and twitter using the kaonkalamity accounts, and @calfrxca on instagram

all types of content is welcomed, whether it's fanfic/writing, art [illustrations, sketches, doodles, etc (so long as it's SFW)], figures, photos, cosplays, edits, etc.

be sure to use #kaonkalamity2022 so i can share it!

the official prompt list for 2022:

december 12 - crying lightning//lobotomized

december 13 - sightless lightness//golden hours

december 14 - streaks//oil

december 15 - smoke//ash

december 16 - isolation//speech

december 17 - red wire//fan

december 18 - dependence//crackling

if anyone has any questions or needs anything feel free to reach out to me!

#kaonkalamity2022 #kaon week 2022 #mtmte kaon #kaon #maccadam #prompt list #transformers #transformers djd #transformers mtmte #idw #djd

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racingliners · 2 years

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Cosplay: ST ENT ‘Two Days and Two Nights’ Malcolm dress (Part 5 - Final touches: securing the lining, facing and sewing the hem)

So after the stress of pattern adjusting, I spent the rest of that evening doing some hand sewing! The lining had to be hand sewing down using some slip stiches (using that stitch because if done right it doesn’t show through on the right side). The lining was also pressed up at the bottom prior to being sewn to the bodice, which really helped to encase the waist seam and darts)

I also wanted to be extra clever and encase the zip tape in the lining (to look extra ✨professional✨) which was a lot of extra work but I think it really paid off! It felt really comfortable against the skin, which me being autistic is something I really have to think about.

The next day was all about the facing and straps (had I read the pattern properly, the lining would have been a different fabric from the dress, which is why the facing is there to help give the illusion of it all being the same fabric, but oh well 😅)

Again it was pinned and sewn right sides together (leaving gaps at the back for the straps), flipped, pressed, and under stitched at the armholes.

The straps were a lot of work of trying the dress on and pinning the strap in a new place since for the dress to be a nice fit they needed to be way shorter than the pattern piece, but I didn’t trim them in case I ever need to adjust the dress un the future. Once that was done there for more handsewing of securing the straps (I was SO happy with how invisible my stitches looked) and hand sewing the facing to the lining)

And at last, the very final thing to do was hem the skirt 🥳

I still hate hemming, but I’ve found that I am slowly getting better at it (this is another thing that is made so much easier by taking your time while cutting the pattern pieces!)

With all the times I had to try the dress on, I found that I really liked the length of the dress as it was, so I opted for a really small 1cm hem (I could have gone for 5mm, but that would have been super fiddly). Instead of pressing up the hem I just constantly measured how much I was folding up the fabric as I pinned it in place. With the hem being the last thing to do it’s easy to rush it and call the garment done, but it’s super easy to mess it up so it’s worth pushing through a little more to get it looking super nice!

I didn’t actually check how much bobbin thread I had left when I went to sew the hem... and it ran out with a few centimetres to go 😭 And I did have much thread left on the spool, but I have have the foresight to buy a pack of pre-wound universal bobbins at Lidl last year (the middle aisles of Lidl and Aldi my beloveds!!) so I put one in of the closest colour I could find, since it would be on the inside, and the dress was finished!!!

Overall I was so happy and despite the stress of the sudden pattern adjustments, I had a lot of fun making it. I can really tell that my sewing skills have gone up a small notch since the last garment I made. and I’m super exited to get started on the Trip dress when I buy the rest of the fabric for it!

#sewing #cosplay #Two Days and Two Nights dresses #Malcolm Dress #New Look N6615 #reveal pics to be on a separate post!

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prozac-shaped-urn · 2 months

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*AGONIZED SCREAMING*

FFUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK THESE CHARACTERS ARE STABBING ME IN THE HEART

imagine all of this is centered and the typeface is correct and the margins are properly spaced etc

and to maximize the agony here are the headcanon players

clockwise from top left is beth, stella, felicity and julie

anyway get ready to sob ok bye

donna murphy and debra monk please forgive me i have no control over what comes out of my fingertips

INT./EXT. PICKUP TRUCK - NIGHT - MOVING Julie steers the truck and Beth rides shotgun. Beth sneaks a hand over and pushes the steering wheel out of Julie's hands. Julie takes her hands off the wheel entirely. JULIE Fine! Since you want to steer so much, go ahead and steer. Beth looks over to see Julie is not only not steering but also looking only at Beth. Beth panics and grabs the wheel, steering wildly. BETH Julie, drive the truck! Julie! Fucking drive! I'll leave you alone! Just drive!!! Julie takes her wheel back and steers the truck calmly. Beth is terrified. JULIE What happened to that carefree twelve-year-old? The life of the party with not a care in the world? BETH She died. JULIE Then cosplay as Jesus and resurrect yourself. BETH How do you know the term cosplay? You don't own a single screen! You don't even have a digital clock! Julie pulls into her driveway to see a distraught Felicity loitering in the porch light. Felicity's wails are desperate and harrowing. Something is very, very wrong. JULIE Dammit, Bobby Dean… Not again. Julie exits the truck with a gentle CLICK of the door. She moves to Felicity and comforts her. Muffled dialogue filters through the truck windows. JULIE Where is he? FELICITY I don't know. I've been here all day, Julie. You weren't home. Where were you?! JULIE Fishing with Beth at Blackrock. FELICITY I can't do this anymore… I can't carry this pain. It's breaking me in half. Make it stop, Julie. Please, Julie!!! JULIE Come inside. Julie leads Felicity inside and supports her weight as they walk. Beth lingers in the truck for a few moments. She watches a light turn on inside the house and makes her way to the door. INT. JULIE'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Beth enters to see Julie on the couch with Felicity's head in her lap. Felicity holds Julie's hand at her bosom and heaves with sorrow. Julie makes brief eye contact with Beth then turns away and wipes a tear of her own. Beth moves to the guest bedroom and closes the door. INT. JULIE'S HOME - GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT Beth lies in bed. She checks her phone for the time. It's very late. She starts scrolling her phone looking at photos of her daughter, Stella. A KNOCK on the door signals Julie's entrance. JULIE I took Liss home. BETH Is she okay? JULIE She will be. BETH Ninety minutes she spent crying over a man! Have you ever of heard anything more pathetic?! JULIE Bobby Dean is her son. He's an addict and overdosed this morning in Albuquerque. He's been taken to a hospital. We don't know the prognosis, but he's weak. This is his fifth overdose, and, quite frankly, I'm not sure if he can survive another one. BETH Shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, Jules. JULIE I typically like to keep Liss here when this happens, but she doesn't want to kick you out. She's offered to switch houses instead if that's okay with you.

BETH Absolutely, yes. I'll be ready in the morning. JULIE I'm taking her to the city tomorrow, so you'll have all day. No rush. BETH Okay. I'm sorry that she needs you, but I'm glad she has you. JULIE Me, too. Goodnight. Julie closes the door and Beth lies back, remorseful. FADE OUT: INT. JULIE'S HOME - GUEST BEDROOM - DAY Beth wakes on her own. She looks at her phone for the time. It's midmorning. INT. JULIE'S HOME - KITCHEN - DAY Beth finishes a light breakfast meal and places her dishes in the sink. INT. JULIE'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY Beth enters and stops in front of the drum set. She hasn't played in twenty years. She sits down on the throne and cautiously holds Julie's sticks over a drum head. With a firm stroke, she hits the drum and a loud BANG sounds. Beth laughs and hits it again. She slides into a clumsy cadence which devolves into dysrhythmic showcase of BANGS, CRASHES, and screams of simultaneous joy and pain from Beth. By the end of her tirade, she's breathless. It's a sweet relief. INT. JULIE'S HOME - GUEST BEDROOM - DAY Beth settles on the bed and dials her phone. INT. LONDON FLAT - NIGHT Modest design and housewares. Stella lies in bed scrolling her laptop. Her phone RINGS. STELLA Hi, Mum! BETH Hi, darling. How's your evening? Was yesterday productive? STELLA Going well so far. I have a night in. The shoot was good. I think we'll keep that client. BETH How exciting! I'm so proud of you, Stella. You went after what you wanted. You didn't let anyone steal your happiness. STELLA Least of all me. BETH Right. Least of all you. (with childlike glee) I played the drums today! STELLA What?! Mum, that's great! Where did you find a set? BETH Auntie Julie's. It's the same set I learnt on. She has new heads on the tom-toms, but it's the same shells. Wild that I remember that… STELLA What song did you play? BETH Oh, nothing. I made noise. But it was so much fun, Stella. I think you were about five when I sold my set, so it's been about twenty years since I sat down at a kit. I kept my snare, but there's not much you can do with a snare except smack it. STELLA But you never played it, Mum. You kept it in the wardrobe. There's a shift to a somber note as Beth decides to share something personal with her daughter.

BETH I played it, love. Every day you were in rehab, I played it. That's all I could do. I couldn't think -- just feel. That drum kept me sane. It bore all my anger, so when you came home I wasn't a sobbing mess, and I could be your mum. Because you needed me. I needed you to need me so I had a reason to keep going. STELLA I didn't know that. I'm glad you had it while I was gone. BETH Me, too. I'm indebted to Julie for giving me the gift of music. As much as she annoys me, and she is goddamn annoying, I owe her for that. STELLA You love her, Mum. And if you don't, I do. BETH No, you're right. I do. She is insufferable, though! Do you know she made me go fishing in my skivvies and then called me a two-bit whore? Stella laughs. STELLA Typical Auntie Julie. BETH I can't stay mad at her; she's too hilarious. I'll let you get back to your evening. You should get some rest. STELLA You don't have to hang up. I have a few hours before bedtime. BETH Oh! Right then, let's talk. They both suddenly have nothing to say. STELLA We're severely out of practice at this, huh?

BETH That might be the understatement of the millennium. Would you rather text? STELLA No. I think we should learn how to talk again. BETH Okay, love. Tell me something fun! Stella rambles on as Beth listens. She hasn't heard her daughter be so free and lively in a long time. It's moving for Beth to witness this change. LATER Beth hears the front door SLAM as she's zipping up a suitcase. She hears Julie and Felicity's muffled voices. She takes her suitcases to the living room. INT. JULIE'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS Beth sets her suitcases outside the bedroom door. Julie comes to help her carry them out. INT. FELICITY'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Felicity shows Beth into her home. Beth surveys the decor. It's colorful and odd. Mis-matched cushions and blankets cover the sofa, hand-stitched dolls and handmade pottery sit on a coffee table, a vast array of books line one wall, and everywhere are plants of multiple kinds. FELICITY Thank you for switching with me. BETH Of course, Felicity. FELICITY This is an off-grid property. I don't have running water or sewage. The house is powered by solar batteries. If there's something you have a question about, call me. Don't touch anything. There's only one bedroom. You can sleep in my bed, but you're welcome to the sofa if you're not comfortable with that.

BETH Okay. I'll be leaving for Denver in the morning. Where should I leave the key? FELICITY Julie keeps them when I stay with her. She doesn't like me driving or being home by myself when this happens. As much as I worry about her, she worries about me more. The gorge bridge is only four miles away. Easily within walking distance. The phone calls she's answered from that bridge… Beth recognizes the inference. She offers Felicity a hug. Felicity eagerly accepts it, then her resolve crumbles. Beth holds her silently. Felicity pulls back and starts to leave. BETH Is there something you can do? An instrument to play, maybe? FELICITY No. Nothing helps this. I don't expect you to understand. BETH My daughter is a recovering addict. I understand all too well. Felicity nods then exits.

#jfc they're trying to kill me #can you see why i hate writing?#i HAAAAAAATE it #at least there's no mercy killing (yet.... i never know)#i'll fix the continuity error of felicity not knowing where bobby dean was #this is a shitty first draft dont judge me off this alone plzkthx #ALSO can you literally hear everyone's voices when reading this dialogue or am i going insane #wouldn't be surprised if i am #*thumbs up*#suicidal ideation tw #addiction tw #overdose tw #drugs tw #rehab tw #reckless driving tw #fuck what tw do i NOT have to give with this snippet

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kafkaoftherubble · 2 months

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这次又滚去哪里了：春节篇

Happy to report that it is now 初十 and yet no major conflict had happened! Neither did anything bad happened during 除夕、初一、初八。This is a triumph for all of us! An indicator that Past Lyns' effort and action had not been in vain!

... Phew. Not that I can rest on our laurels, of course. One should never mistake anything as permanent, hahaha!

Oh, I wore my first ever hanfu! Or at least, modernized hanfu...

初一

Yo, guys! We finished Ajin on this very day!!! Ain't it swell?!

Wait, maybe that's why I had that stupid dream—of opposing Sato by trying to drag Kei out of his retirement with Kou's help—this past Saturday night. I'm angry because I couldn't interact with Kei properly with my persuasion game before I woke up, but I don't really wanna admit to that... Also where is the yellow text color option, Tumblr? WHY ISN'T IT HERE WITH ME ANYWAY WHAT WAS IT AGAIN?

It was mad fun talking to friends while getting in a preparatory frenzy for the rest of the event. Okay, fine, one of them was just that useless horny JJK-harem sister.

The cost is missing that morning's Ānāpānasati practice. Shh! Don't bring it up too often around him! I don't want to see That Glare.

Went to the usual place. The Wat we've been going to since we were kids.

This hanfu is so wispy and not at all warm or stuffy.

Guys, I'm telling ya, we are soooo finding ways to incorporate this for this year's conventions. Probably some sort of mix-and-match in the end—that's how we always roll! A vest and a bolo tie? That puffy skirt? A combo that falls between being fashion-approved and "Only you will think this is good"...

"Fake Flowers and Me" is the best combo ever.

Background: you can see the entrance gate. Oh! The shrine for a pair of Thai ancestor spirits was blocked from view.

Foreground: Sister accidentally took a picture of me mocking Gojo Satoru's Murasaki technique.

This wat was originally fully Thai, but Chinese visitors and elements gradually cropped up (which is really no different from how it's like in Thailand). Compare the architectural difference between the shrines in Fig 1. and Fig 2. Both re within the same compound.

Fig 1. Background: The shrine at the back is for 观音 (Guanyin), hence the obviously Chinese architecture. However, a bit closer to me (but behind the trashcan) is 孙悟空 (the Monkey King). Not taken within the frame of the picture are the other three main characters in Journey to the West.

I was supposed to mirror the Monkey King by looking at the other direction, but it just looks like I was adjusting my sunbonnet...

Fig 2. Background: The one at the farthest back is the main shrine of the compound. Their main Gautama Buddha is housed there. But I'm old enough to remember their actual oldest resident statue, though—he is now housed in the shrine right next to me in the foreground.

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Anyway, as per our New Year tradition, we went for archery. I mean, yea sure, we always come up with an excuse to shoot. But hey, I was wearing something that she imagined to be really cool with a bow. Was sure would look so swell!

But first!

Look at those magnificent eyebags! Premium grade. As immaculate as Yuta's! Truly my best features. Anyone who cannot see the beauty of these bags do not understand my appeal.

Er, why were my veins popping?

I looked so fucking swell!!! If I were 2 meters tall, I could be mistaken as the 8-foot tall Woman in a festive mood and a bow, right? Right?!

The music was annoying, but I shot pretty okay. Still had so many moments of shooting wide, though. I just can't seem to aim well. I always suck at the things I claim to enjoy, haha!

Also, the people working in that range thought I was "cosplaying" and asked me why I didn't celebrate Lunar New Year instead. I told him I was celebrating. This outfit is part of it!

And then another one came to ask how old I was. No one... believed me when I told them I'm 28. Apparently, these people had headcannoned me as "just 20 years old."

We really are in that liminal space when it comes to age. On the one hand, we're often one of the oldest in the bunch we're associating with. On the other hand, people mistake me for someone way younger, and sometimes, younger than my youngest sister even though I'm gonna be 30 soon.

Do I really ooze that much childish aura?

At least those people didn't think I was still in high school. Like that other time...

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初九

Went to the heart of the metropolis to check out that new elite mall for rich kids and tourists. But honestly, it was more of a romp in my favorite part of the city.

Went to an aesthetic bookstore; finally found a good old Chinese New Year staple: goddamn Fengshui books.

The MRT station sure looks like an airport, but many MRT stations look like this. Monorails had the oldest design—and are the slowest. LRT stations are the ones we're most familiar with; they are kinda like the most typical train stations with roofs.

Yea. Sis really went for a headful of hair redder than even Sukuna's. Throughout this week, she had been Makima, Ariel... and that Wendy's girl.

This shop really captured the demography the mall caters to. The most "affordable" food in this coffee shop is 25MYR, which upon payment gives you... a piece of toast.

Their fish n' chips cost around 150MYR! I've eaten decent fish n' chips for 15 MYR, bro. The dory fish served had gotta at least dated Timothy Chalamet for three days, otherwise I don't understand the price.

Looks like it's an "experience" though. I mean, look at Fig 2! It's so opulent inside.

Sis is sure that there is now a new way to brag among us Malaysians. "I went to ___ to buy some toast!"

There were several people wearing hanfu today, but most were women. A man looking this hella good in it though? Amazing.

I kinda wish I could make someone wear this so I can see how fucking handsome they must be! Hee hee hee.

It was quite a humid day, and Sister kept complaining about how hot she felt. And then she would comment on every single person who passed her by, rating how hot and stuffy their drip must rendered them. "Wow, a hype-beast kid? That thick hoodie? Mm-mm. 9/10, Stuffy As Fuck."

The difference between us is this. While looking at the central tree in the background:-

Lyn: Huh. Looks like someone can meditate under it.

Sis: Really? I was thinking someone could hang themself from it.

Lyn: Ooh! You are so right!!!

Sis:

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Walking in the City

I was about to take a picture of the guy "pulling" his milk tea, but I failed.

Strange people in a glass container? Under this weather? With what seems to be lackluster air-conditioning?

Sister immediately rated all of them as 10/10, "That ain't their skirts; it's their melted skin."

Here's our own three-way intersection area.

Just the back view of today's drip. Was wearing that Sato Cap. Mixue's lemonade was really good.

Had a funny gait, Sister said. Also, "9/10; are you sure it doesn't feel like a sauna inside? You're also wearing a hat and a mask, dude. You're insane."

We also, by happenstance, encountered not one but two lion dance occasions! Can't upload the videos because Tumblr said "only one per post."

They were nice.

The food we had was nice.

I like rambling. I like to walk.

We had fun.

#a piece to the rubble #Event: February 10 2024 #Event: February 18 2024

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sneezemist16 · 2 years

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where are my morning cuddles? | tsukishima x fem! reader

summary: a small (and self-indulgent hehe) au of tsuki as a husband and soon-to-be father for the first time

genre: fluff, domestic

warnings: idk if this is a warning but: pregnant reader

notes: it is my first time writing this kind of fluff so hopefully this isn't too cheesy or lacking, also i was so soft imagining this side of tsuki, he would spoil you and treat you so well with just a sprinkle of sarcasm and teasing, the perfect mix <3 <3 <3

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You woke up feeling a little dizzy, eyes still pretty much sensitive to the sunlight that lit up the shared bedroom and the birds outside the window helping you regain consciousness after a night of much needed, heavy sleep.

It was a very nice Saturday morning, the weather was just the right temperature and the sky was clear and blue. Trees were starting to blossom and nature was waking up as well, it had been a rough winter but now spring was here and you were living for it.

After stretching as softly as you could, you realised the empty spot on the king-sized bed. An instant pout filled your features, these were minutes that were usually spent with your husband, Tsukishima.

Anyone would think he wasn't a fan of morning cuddles but oh boy, they couldn't be more wrong. Yes, Tsukishima was not very good at expressing emotions and sometimes he could be uncomfortable with physical touch, but that was on public settings, where curious eyes and chatty mouths could be witnesses and he didn't want that. You didn't want that.

The private intimacy you both shared was so precious and calm, a safe place where only you two could see each other's vulnerability. And now, in the comfort of your home you wanted all the cuddles and affection in the world, something that Tsukishima didn't mind giving to you, especially now that you were expecting your first child and you were filled with hormones that made you very clingy.

At first you were scared to become a bother to him, but in fact, he enjoyed it. Tsukishima had always been very attentive and now with his little one on the way, he became even more caring.

He took the day off whenever you had a doctor appointment so he wouldn't miss any of the process, he would include all your favourite snacks when grocery shopping and he even took the time to learn how to properly change a diaper and assembly the little wooden cradle he bought for the baby.

Anything you needed, he got you covered. Back pain? He was on it with a massage. Cravings? He already had the keys at hand. Emotional days? He came home early with some take out and wrapped both of you in a blanket.

Everyday you got to see how much he loved you and his baby; you wish you could help him and show your gratitude more but now in your eight month it was very hard to move around. The doctor said it was going to be a big baby boy, just like his father.

"Oh, hi there, love."

The blonde stood at the kitchen counter, finishing serving two plates that looked heavenly. Omelettes, a lot of veggies and even orange juice, your favourite. His lean and tall figure towered the kitchen and his messy hair fell perfectly on his handsome face. His glasses barely hiding his still sleepy gaze.

"Babe, you shouldn't have..." you said as you made your way to him, side-hugging him as he placed a delicate kiss on your head and then on your forehead. "You look so tired, why don't we go upstairs and sleep for a little more?"

"I see someone is missing her morning cuddles, huh?" he laughed while moving the plates to the table, smirking at me.

"Shut up, you wish" you said crossing your arms and he let out a hearty laugh as the both of you sat down and started to eat.

"Don't you dare leave the vegetables aside, there's a reason I included so many of them." Tsukishima said as he noticed you picking the green leaves and beetroots with the fork.

"And that reason would be?" you questioned with a funny look.

"I want my son to be as healthy as possible, he can't get all the nutrients if all his mother eats are chips and ice cream." he scoffed as he gently patted your belly. "Right, little one? You need all of them if you want to grow as tall and handsome as daddy."

You were about to complain about his (accurate) mocking of your eating habits but watching him be so caring and completely involved with your child had you in awe. Your eyes were fixed in his own, so lovingly admiring your still growing bump. Tears started to dwell up on your eyes and when you thought this couldn't get any more wholesome, you felt a sudden kick on your belly.

Tsukishima widened his eyes, this wasn't the first kick but he seemed so awestruck as the first time. Your son kept kicking, almost as if he was agreeing with his father words.

"See, love? He thinks I'm right." Tsukki said as he turned his gaze to you, who was already sobbing. "Hey, hey, what's wrong, babe?" his pair of hands starting to softly caress your face.

"Thank you." you said as you put your hands on his. "For everything."

He smiled.

"It's the least I can do, love" your husband said as he hugged you for a while, massaging the sides of your arms and leaning his head on top of yours. "Gosh, who would think you'd be such a crybaby..." he laughed, kissing your nose.

"Shut up" you laughed, jokingly punching his side.

"Still, you have to eat those veggies or else I won't be giving you your morning cuddles today." Tsukishima said while getting up to wash the dishes.

"Mean...so mean" you laughed and shook your head.

Even if he wouldn't admit it, you could see the small tears on the corner of his eyes and the little smile on his face from the moment you shared before, remembering you once more how lucky you were to have Tsukishima Kei as your husband and soon-to-be father of your child.

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