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llumimoon · 6 months

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making an AU based off a show based off a doll line means I go WAY TOO HARD on trying to figure out the fits.

here are the designs for the Ever After High AU !!! :D the story this time around is like. WAY too complicated to explain in one post but like the super duper summarized version is this:

For generations the citizens of Ever After have been following the tradition of signing a magical contract in the Storybook of Legends promising to relive their parents' fairytales to keep the stories alive. But there's a bit of an uproar when the newest Evil Queen in ages refuses to follow her destiny and things start to get a little complicated as the students at Ever After High realize that maybe not everything has been played by the book in the past. When Normal breaks a magic mirror he REALLY wasn't supposed to find, his life and story are thrown into chaos. Add in some wildcard Wonderlandians and now nothing's going according to the script. Is a happily ever after really possible?

The AU doesn't follow the show to an exact T, we mostly borrowed some elements and the initial Raven and Apple conflict so there's quite a lot of surprises in store :3c

(EAH AU made by @rindomness, @kaseyskat, and I!! <3 :])

Edit: more designs

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[ID: Four Images of dndads season 2 characters in an Ever After High AU, the first two images being design pages and the last two being doodle pages.

Image 1: A character line up of three designs, from left to right Scary Marlowe, Normal Oak, and Hermie Unworthy. They are each labeled with the fairytale characters they represent, from left to right Evil Queen, Snow White, and Mad Hatter. Hermie has a speech bubble that says "Hello ~ Audience! (yes you looking here)". On the far left Scary stands with her left hand on her hip and her right hand resting palm up with swirlfs of magenta and purple magic coming up from it. She has a serious look on her face and is wearing black mascara and purple eyeshadow. Her hair is various shades of purple to pink and is put up in a side ponytail with a spiky silver hair accessory along with a silver chain around her forehead. She is wearing a black cape with a magenta underside and a sleeveless ankle length dress and long fishnet gloves. The dress has a fishnet neckline and a purple jewel with silver wings on her chest that connects to the hood of her cape. There are chains that connect on he bottom of the jewl to loop around her back. She is wearing a black corset with silver lacing and the bottom of the corset is embellished with silver feathers and a stylized silver crow head. The skirt has a slit down the right leg that is connected with a silver chain and has a dark purple mesh layer on the top half of it. She is wearing black leggings underneath and platform ankle boots that are also decorated with mesh, chains, and lace. She has spiky silver bracelets and fingerless gloves on the back of her hand that connect to a silver ring with a purple gem on her middle finger. To her right stands Normal who is at shoulder length height to Scary and stands up to Hermie's eyes on his left. Normal stands with his right hand up holding a red apple and his left hand playfully posed out by his side. He is smiling cheerfully with an open mouth and has one green and one brown eye. He is wearinf a small tilted red and gold heart shaped crown with a teal bow on the bottom. He has short curly brown hair. He is wearing a white high collared shirt with long sleeves, lace details, and puffy teal shoulders. He has a short red cape attached to a big red bow with gold trip on his chest and a gold apple brooch in the center. He has a brown belt with a gold buckle and gold chains connected to the belt loops. He has puffy teal shorts with three red slits on each side and a white lace trim. He has sheer white tights with white vertical strips and red and white boots with gold detailing and a brown heel. To his left stands Hermie who has his right hand holding a teacup filled with tea at his stomach and his right hand is up to wave at the viewer. He is smirking and has teal hair with various turquoise and pink highlights. He is wearing a purple and magenta striped hat wirh a teal polkadot bow. He also is wearing teal glasses with a circle and square frame with purple and pink lenses and a rose gold glasses chain. He has a striped teal vest that has a long coat tail with pink and purple detailing on the underside. He has a rose gold pocket watch in his vest pocket and a purple and magenta bow on his chest. The collared shirt underneath is a light striped pink and lavender with puffy sleeves that turn into big circle sleeves with a lace trim. He has pink and purple gloves with a magenta ribbon around his wrists. His skirt is mid thigh length and has three layers, the top layer is magenta and has teal and purple polkadots, the second layer is vertically striped with pink and lavender, and the bottom layer is lavender lace, and the whole skirt has rose gold detailing. He has thigh high horizontally striped socks with lace trim and teal, pink, and purple heel boots with purple bows and laces.

Image 2: A character lineup of two designs, zoomed in so that the lower legs are cut off. Link is on the left labeled Prince Charming while Taylor is on the right labeled Queen of Hearts. Taylor has a mischievous smile on his face and his fist in the air as he shouts "Off with their heads!" while Link has one hand up to stifle a laugh and a fond expression and the other hand rests on the hilt of his sword on his belt. Link is dressed in white and gold princely attire that matches Normal's color scheme and a similar but longer red cape and a teal belt sash. He has gold shoulder tassels and a simple golden crown. Taylor has red streaks in his hair and two heart shaped space buns. He also has a golden crown with red heart shaped gems on them, a heart card earring, and a red collar with a heart lock charm. His dress has a high white neck collar that goes around the back of his head and connects to a short jacket with puffy red and black striped sleeves and a white lace trim and golden heart lapel pins connected by a chain. The dress has a sweetheart neckline and is split down to his waist in a V shape in order to mimics the appearance of a white heart on his top. The dress then flares out into a big poofy skirt that has frills at the bottom and has big red and black stripes on it. A sheer top skirt has a white and gold checkered diamond pattern on it. He also has white and red striped tights and black mary janes with a red heel and a golden heart clasp. He's also holding a golden staff with a red heart jewl at the top.

Image 3: A dark grey doodle page on a light grey background. Normal is standing with an exasperated expression on his face and is squatting with his arms out shouting "Am I the only one who cares about following our destinies!?". In the bottom left corner Link os holding Taylor in a princess carry, the both of them grinning with their eyes closed. An arrow is pointing at Link that is labeled 'was supposed to be Norm's prince'. Scary is in the bottom right turned toward Normal with her tongue sticking out and her middle finger up. Her bangs obscure her face. Hermie is in the top right looking at the viewer with his hand cupped toward his face saying "Don't worry, he'll figure it out" with a knowing smile. His eyes are obscured by his glasses.

Image 4: A dark grey doodle page on a light grey background with a sequence of events that go from left to right down the page. Normal is looking desperately up at Scary and clutching an injured arm while Scary looks concernedly down at Normal with her hands hovering. Behind her stands Hermie who's in a intense thinking pose with a hand on his chin. Scary says "Norm what-" and is interrupted by Normal saying "I need your help. I didn't know where else to go." Hermie has a thought bubble above his head that says "Is this im the script?" The next section has Hermie snapping with his eyes closed saying "I'll make it a comedy then, that'll fix it." The next section shows a loud bang on the door behind Normal who looks surprised and the section after has someone outside the door say "Oh thank GOD," while Normal sighs in relief. The last section has Scary with a frustrated look on her face and her hands up with magic energy coming up saying in all caps "Ok what the fuck is going on." /end ID]

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies season 2 #cal draws #eah dndads au #scary marlowe #normal oak #hermie unworthy #lincon li wilson #taylor swift dndads #described #this au is marloakworthy qpr and romantic swiftli in the B plot LMAO #hermie does have 4th wall breaking powers tehe #and yeah all the kiddads are gonna play a role in the plot #Lark and Sparrow ESPECIALLY.#if u want to know what roles they had before Sparrow was also Snow White while Lark was . the Huntsman .#the destiny usually goes to the oldest sibling but its a bit of a mess when twins get involved #and yeah. Hero does exist. I wonder what happened to her . :]#we also p much made it so Wonderland = Hell since its also a diff dimension from Ever After #which means all the Close Fosters are Alice in Wonderland characters #its very very fun . esp bc they have diff attitudes towards stories and destinies #this au is simultaneously very silly and also very tragic #sorry Norm we gave u the worst complex known to man . idk how it got worse from canon but it did .#marloakworthy get to go through All The Horrors while swifli hold hands and skip through a flower field

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smrtnik07 · 1 month

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librarians redesigned!!! by me!!! :)

the designs are free to use, i used this as a character design exercise for myself while recovering from carpal tunnel issues! read more for all the individual designs + me ranting :*

first off roland!! i included an angelica in here, i designed her before him, shes very triangular to me.. maybe a bit more messed up than roland tells us about, he is a biased narrator afterall. anyways i wanted his design to match hers nicely, so hes like a rounded square type of guy... i think projmoon designed him to be Just A Guy intentionally, so i played into it. overall the least interesting design of the bunch imo. its on purpose :)

angela !!! my baby :) an important thing here is her bangs. i dont want her hair to be able to recover from however many years she spent with the hard middle part in lobcorp, i think its cute to incorporate it still. swoopy, fluffy hair for her! and the clothes are just a bit more casual idk the librarian uniforms were kinda boring and stiff to me, as much as it does go with her character.. if u wanna be human u gotta experience the joy of sweatpants or whatever. also i didnt add color but i dont want her to be fully white<3 or fully clear skinned.. give her sunspots on her face. she finally gets to experience sun. :)

guess ill go in order of appearance lol. malkuth! whats the headband for if it doesnt keep anything out of her face!! since shes a bit more active than some of her colleagues, i also gave her a ponytail(its also for the silhouette...) also gave her some chubbier thighs.. also maybe a butler-esque coat, at least to me; i just made it a bit more form fitting than the original. playing into her personality or whatever. shes cute.. remember to take deep breaths!!

yesod!! i want to play into the skin issues a bit more, i still removed his gloves but i gave him a poncho, not just for the square silhouette im trying to build but for more coverage. also emo hair over eyes was funny. also wide flare pants for you, boy. just very square and put together in general

hod! this ones my favorite (i even cared enough to give her a pattern on that skirt!!) it was kinda bugging me how in the artbook i couldnt tell who was writing because hod's, malkuth's, and tiphereth's colors are so similar. so hod is pink now, and malkuth a bit more orange. i kinda went for a romantic poet thing here, dunno how much that worked out, but i think out of everyone you can tell shes the literature girl. gave her pigtails !! theyre cute :> also since i removed the coat decoration off of angela, i gave part of it to hod in the bottom of her coat :). cute and round!

netzach is a very strange man to me.. ellipse shape and loose fitting clothes for u. if i saw him irl i wouldnt approach him. not to say i dont like him as a character, i love him, but i want him to look like a depressed guy who would pick up art as a hobby to distract himself and it works. bro is just surviving out there. also gave him comfy clothes to make the surviving easier, down to the shoes and wide, id assume non-denim pants - maybe cotton? maybe sweatpants that dont fit around the ankle? who knows.

tiphereth!! since she's like the teen girl of the group i gave her a skater dress, converse, and a tied coat around her waist.. like how i used to wear as a teen when i was being a hater and recovering from a death in the family that changed my entire life (im still a teen ... 9 more days till im 20 as of posting this). also gave her fishnets i think she would like that. i imagine she would get headaches bc of those dumb braids on her head<3 or maybe bc her coworkers are kinda dumb<3

gebura :) round face, reverse triangle shaped body.. like a true butch lesbian stereotype.. i decided a leather jacket, docs and pants i see metalheads wear would fit her! red leather jacket, of course. also gave her spiky hair just like projmoon did<3 my favorite detail here are the eyebrows, i think their shape is rlly neat! nvm i think its just that gebura is rlly neat. anyways the eyebrows fit her

chesed my boy.. idk i just saw him and hit him with the transmasc beam and gave him , as the kids say, wh0re eyes. i wanted him to have rounder hips and just be round in general. turtleneck and cardigan combo also, i think he would like wearing that. also somewhat curlier hair, or at least wavy would do him well! and a tote bag, i dont doubt that he would go out to read in coffee shops if he could - so he gets a tote bag to carry his sociology books. i want him to look like he would give the warmest, comfiest hugs and be friend shaped

binah!! this one was the most challenging, trying to find the right place for the colors - to not use too little or too much yellow. i still dont think i got it right but this is as close as im getting. long face, long nose, siren-ish eyes.. messed up in the head bird lady that speaks like hannibal! i also dont think a dress really suits her so i opted for wide pants and a fancy black button up .. maybe angela styled her, who knows. also black fingertips which is a trait i like to give the arbiters (including an oc).. just my own little consistency thing i like to do :)

hi grandpa! ok for hokma i dont think the changes are that big? i gave him O shaped legs and his sword thing i turned into a walking cane, gave him a vest (didnt want to opt for a corset but i think he would enjoy the back support for proper posture) . also gave him a mild gradient from darker gray to lighter gray, since he IS the gray part of the ABC trio. gave him salt and pepper hair and an older face. forgot to draw it, but i wanted to give him a silicone tip for the sword so it doesnt dull out, which he can take off when recieving guests

honorary mention to go along with the angelica i mentioned with roland, i mildly changed up her twin(k) brother. i gave argalia and angie the same hair but mirrored, his a bit more curly and hers a bit more spikey, his face a bit more edgy, hers a bit rounder and kinder. not much else to say here, i liked his design as is, but wanted to add him here :)

#library of ruina #project moon #art i made #big project done wooo ! :) im proud of myself for setting a goal and sticking to it. are you proud of me. tell me youre proud of me

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coveredinredpaint · 6 months

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advice for avoiding the oppressive institution that is school dress codes? /hj

hey ey!!

i gotta start this off by saying my school doesnt have a dresscode, but i have one at work so ill share my tricks from there.

to start off its important you know the rules, and know where to find them, if a teacher scolds you for something thats technically allowed make sure you can prove em wrong. malicous compliance is key here.

some things you may be able to change in ur uniform/clothing:

(ill work my way up from shoes to hair to make it somewhat comprehensible.)

-shoes: at work we gotta wear black and/or white shoes. so i changed out the laces on my sniper boots to colored ones, and attached small carabiners to the laces them, on my vans i also have colored laces and shoe wings. you can also add beads, chains or other stuff. if the rules are very lax you can even paint them or add small patches to them. also wear fun socks with fun colors and patterns

-pants: cuff them, wear (wallet) chains, slightly worn, discolored jeans also give an alternative look. cargos are in but i advise widelegged ones, if youre able to get your hands on them, vintage, they are more comfortable, better quality and have more pockets. pants with patterns from cow to camouflage. also belts!! studded or if those are not allowed you can wear multiple at the same time. you can add patches with safety pins or add buttons.

-tops/shirts/blouses: if you have to wear a uniform with a blouse, cuff the sleeves, open a few top buttons and flip up the collar. to the collar you can also add collar pins and/or put a chain between them. see if youre allowed to add pins buttons or safety pins to your clothes. maybe you can layer a fishnet under them. wear t-shirt with big prints, bandnames or vagely political statements few ppl will understand. i like to cut the sleeves off of my shirts. leather jackets or vests always add a lot to your outfit. flannels with bright colors or instead earth tones.

-necklaces/chokers: bigger chains with big charms can add a lot, i have two big bone shaped dogtags, and a big one in the shape of a clover (the playing card symbol) also military dogtags with instead of ur info, bands or political statements on them are rlly cool. you can also make necklaces out of safety pins, but be careful that they wont open by themselves. you can permanently close the opening with pliers if needed. if chokers are allowed there are often rules against ones with sharp spikes, so bare ones or piramid/cone studs can be worn instead.

-bracelets/cuffs: for the cuffs its the same as the chokers. to beaded bracelets you can also add political statements or band names. chain bracelets or ones that connect to rings always look cool. see if you can wear rings and if yes try chunkier ones with a cool shape. try fingerless gloves or armwarmers.

-tattoos/hairstyles/piercings: dresscodes are opressive bullshit but i carry a perticular hatred for ones that ban piercings tattoos or hairstyles. if theres a ban on piercings you can get ones that you can hide (horseshoe septum) or ones that can be camouflaged with flesh colored jewellry. tattoos can be hidden with the right clothing. if bright unnatural haircolors are not alowed combine regular ones, black and blonde, red and blonde, brown and black, etc. you can split dye, dye the points or roots or dye particular sections. not allowed to shave your sides? thightly braid them like those viking braids to give the effect theyre shaven. also once youve shaven your head theres nothing they can do about it. also paint ur nails.

other stuff:

you can always hide certain accesoires in your bag or under your clothes during class and wear em during breaks or free periods. also dont hestitate to try out how much the rules are actually policed.

hope this helps! if yall got more tips dont hestitate to add em on, this is just what i thought of of the top of my head.

#diy fashion #punk #punk clothes #punk style #punx #queercore #alternative

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pretty-emo-dad · 1 year

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Queer rep is like “I’m a girl…. But I like?? A girl >_<“ Meanwhile queer coding is like “I look at her face through her fishnet veil. Is she pissed? I can’t tell because it’s hard to see her expression in the dark. I shrug, smile, but feel my lip jerk to one side.

“Okay. Stressful. School and all.”

She nods at the moon, who would never be stressed out by dumb things like school. I wish she would look at me.

“I missed you.” I say it with feeling. Too much feeling. “I tried to text. I thought maybe you left town or something.”

“Nope, still here. Well, there was that really brief stint with Diego in Paris. He got me this coat.”

“It’s nice.” I say it before I even look at her coat but now that I do, I realize it is a nice coat, a very nice coat, and I’ve never seen her in it before. Probably another spoil from the Warren dumpster but no, it looks too new. It’s got a fur collar. “Is that real fur?”

“Rabbit.” She blows smoke coolly out of her nostrils like a dragon. “He skinned it himself. Don’t look so appalled, Smackie. That’s what they do in Europe. Anyway, it had a good life before he shot it. Lots of tall grass and hopping in the Bois de Boulogne or whatever.”

She grins at me, her eyes shining. “Oh, how was your little sex party thing, by the way?”

“Okay.”

“Cool.”

“I mean, it was super lame,” I add. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that again. Ever.”

She looks at me. “You’re allowed to have fun without me,

you know.”

“I know,” I say. “But I really didn’t. At all.”

She looks at me until I look away.

Silence.

When I look back at her, she’s staring up at the moon, smiling serenely at it like the moon is her new best friend, it’s telling her the most gorgeous things in the world, it would never betray her for some dumb cunts. I could never compare. I shouldn’t try.

“I really missed you this week. I thought maybe you were upset with me.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Because you went to that lame party?”

When she says it aloud like that, it sounds utterly stupid.

“No. I don’t know. Maybe,” I say.

She laughs and shakes her head. “Don’t be an idiot.” She turns back toward the moon. “Unlike your new friends, I’m a grown woman.” “I know.”

“I have my own devices.” She looks down the street as though she’s waiting for a taxi that will arrive and whisk her away any minute now. The street is dark, empty, aside from a few scared-looking undergrads walking quickly down the sidewalk, huddled together, their coiffed heads bent, purse logos shimmering in the dark. Probably venturing toward the one cool bar downtown.

The tango music swells up again.

“We’d better go back inside,” she says and moves to walk in.

“I’m sorry I went,” I blurt out. “I would much rather have hung out with you.” It’s the truth. It’s so the truth I can’t even look at her.

“Do you want me to be mad at you? Is that it?” “No,” I say.

“Because I will be. Samantha, how dare you.” “Ava.”

“Why oh why did you desert me for three hours?”

“Stop it.”

“Do you know I almost died? In fact,” she turns to look at me, “I am dead.” “Don’t.”

“Oh yes. I’m a ghost now, Samantha. I died of a broken heart. I died of grief. It’s in the autopsy. And it’s all your fault. My tombstone reads, Friend Deserted for Evening. I didn’t invite you to the funeral because I figured you wouldn’t care.”

“Ava, please stop—”

She moves in closer. Cups her hands around my face. Her hands are cold and soft and strong through the mesh gloves that grate my skin. She smells like wet leaf, firewood, and green tea. Her hair is platinum feathers brushing my cheeks. Her eyes are runny and scary with makeup, both the brown one and the blue one boring into my skull. We’re swaying slightly like we’re about to dance.

I remember how the first time we came to class, we were late and all the men had been taken. So the teacher said, You two, pair up! Take turns leading.

Are you leading or am I? I asked Ava.

Whatever, she said. We can both lead.

Okay, I said, not knowing what to do. So I sort of followed and led at the same time. She was looking right at me sort of dreamily, happily, like what bliss, what fun, isn’t it? but I didn’t know where to look, so I kept my eyes on a peacock feather earring dangling from her left ear. It felt a little like holding a dream.

I’m staring at that feather now, though this doesn’t feel like a dream.

“Samantha,” she says now, “I don’t care, okay? I really don’t. You want to go to a pretentious party and fraternize with bonobos, I honestly give zero fucks. I don’t care what you do or where you go, okay?”

I feel my breath being knocked out of me. “Okay,” I say. She looks at me.

Tears are suddenly running down my face.

“Smackie,” she says softly.

But I’m walking away, stumbling then running. Even though the night scares me. Even though I hear her calling my name as I walk off into the night. I hear her calling me back, but I don’t turn around. I want to show her I’m not scared. ”

#bunny mona awad #Samantha Mackey #Ava x Samantha #Ava x smackie #wlw #bookblr #queer rep #queer coding #lesbian #bisexual #book recs

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alexiseatzbeez · 1 year

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GHOULIA !! Main 6 are done lol. Idk who I’ll do next but we’ll see, maybe Twyla or spectra because they were my favs when I was younger

I’ll write some more headcanons here, feel free to read them !!

Loves going to comic cons and anything related to them because she’s a nerd lol

Bleached brows because I’ve seen a lot of people do that to they’re ghoulia dolls and it’s cute

Brain shaped purse probably like fluffy like fleece or smth lol

Silky smooth long hair thanks to cleo they’re probably best friends and share hair care and skin care hacks with eachother

Cherry earrings to make up for the lack of cherries on her shirt

Smartest ghoul at monster high and hates when people think otherwise because of her occasional moments of going non verbal. Uses asl to communicate when she’s nonverbal

Uses a cane (not shown here) for mobility issues

Belly button piercings probably done by cleo

Has those fishnet gloves on both hands but only one I shown here

Pet peeve is when people underestimate her or just don’t want to understand her

If I think of more I guess I’ll add them but Ty for reading again !!

#art tag #procreate #procreate art #digital art #digital artist #fanart #character design #monster high #monster high fanart #monster high ghoulia #ghoulia yelps

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togalnu · 7 months

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Do you have any specific hcs for fem togainu or just fem nitrochi as a whole? I'd love to hear them! ^^

Oops I meant to answer this earlier. Anyways yes! I will be putting this under a read more because. Lol. Enjoy!

You wanna know a secret? Earlier this year I was researching parodies and the legalities of them because I had the grand idea to make a togainu remake but yuri and with some story changes. A whole ass visual novel. I was seriously planning on making it. Suffice to say I have put in some thought in turning these yaoi boys into yuri girls.

We will be here all day if I list every little thought and headcanon I have! I'll def make more posts about my visions in the future, but for right now I need to talk about Shiki. I NEED TO TALK ABOUT SHIKI.

First and foremost, my overall thoughts about Shiki: wasted potential. His route was a huge disappointment when I finally got to it. It was fumbled so fucking badly and it pains my soul because Shiki is hot and I love the concept of his character but.. man. What a let down. I ended up thinking about him a lot because of this. What I would do if I were in charge of writing his route, parts of his characterization that I'd rid of or ameliorate, and maybe even giving him some new quirks to not make him so one-dimensional-evil-villain type. And then along with this, I started thinking about what if he was a woman. because I am attractdd to women. Typical thought process.

First, his design. I am a sucker for black haired red eyes bitches. I love black and red. I'm dying my hair black and red at the end of the year. The majority of my wardrobe is black and red. I do not play around #EMO. I love the almost leather gothic look he has but unfortunately it is not enough for me. I felt that he needed more unnecessary accessories and belts and other clothing items, as any goth should have. I've had a few ideas in mind for Shiki girl outfit and they all lean into these more, like giving her extra bracelets, belts, necklaces, crosses, whatever. I want her DECKED OUT!!! But I also struggle coming up with outfits so I can't really decide what looks good LMAO

Things I love about Shiki's outfit:

- The gloves. UGHHH gloves are so fun. The longer the gloves are the better.

- His stupid coat

- The spikes and crosses. The silver adds a lot to his appearance

- Turtleneck<3

Things I don't like about Shiki's outfit:

- those stupid ass notches on his pants. I can't tell if he has insane thigh-high boots or strange pants, and neither can a lot of artists it seems like? Though it seems pants are the consensus. SAD!

- Turtleneck should have long sleeves

- Or his coat should have long sleeves. One of those two

- What the hell is going on with his belt. It'd look fine if it didn't have those strange hanging.. circle... things

NOW MY IDEAS

I like the idea of her having a corset and fishnets, so I've been including that in whatever iteration of her design I'm working on. I gotta keep the coat too as it's like, a Shiki classic. I've also been trying to decide how a skirt for her might look (I love the idea of it having a slit so you can see her fishnets and thigh high boots).

But I'm torn on including the turtleneck as much as I love it.... I feel like it kinda clashes. Idk maybe i should just move her skirt up so it's not hanging off her ass but also it's fun to draw it that way.

Although adding another belt with the skirt could work too, and have the fishnets peaking out from the skirt slit... not gonna draw that rn though im just brainstorming here

Like I said earlier I'd love to give her way more accessories than base Shiki has but I need to definitely play around with outfit ideas more bc I don't want her to look too cluttered either. Also sorry all the pics are torso only because for some reason I struggle HARD with drawing calves and feet

I don't have much to say for hair ideas.. I just like the idea of it flairing out + two long.. idk what to call them... strands of hair? Down her cheeks?? Okay well u see what I mean in the pic. Bangs pretty much stay the same

And ohhh my god I know togainu is set in the post-apocalyptic future, but considering it came out in 2005 I feel obligated to rework some of the designs to be a little more y2k.. Akira with low waisted flared jeans... making Shiki even more gothic... it's so fucking fun HOW CAN I NOT!!

Also the other day I saw this one corset that I LOVED and wanted to see if I can Shiki-fy it but hmm... idk... I definitely need to play around with the idea more but here's a quick sketch i did just for funsies so you get the idea

Okay moving on

Second, his characterization. I love the idea of what they were going for in terms of his relation to Nano. I wish so badly they had expanded on this past Shiki just hating line users and killing them because he's unable to kill Nano (although I do think this is a pretty good bit of characterization). I'm pretty sure the Chayamachi manga goes more into this but idc we are talking about the game so I'm gonna pretend it doesn't exist.

Shiki is smug and cocky. Incredibly so. But a big part of his character is how hateful he is, so much so that it's this hate that motivates everything he does.

I love it. I love his hatred. I wish the game went more into it sooo badly and like if he found out Akira had anti-line blood before the end of the game and there was time given to show his reaction? Would he hate Akira for it??? Would he feel any kind of resentment?? If I was Shiki I'd definitely feel complicated as fuck over it!!!

Anyways I'm still working out how fem Shiki could be improved upon in terms of this, and I LOVEEE LOVE LOVE LOVE writing personality and backstories and relationships with other characters and how they all interact with each other. I have very deep oc lore because of this but i will not get into my ocs rn because they have nothing to do with togainu.

This post is already long enough however and if I were to talk about all the ideas I had for Shiki characterization upgrade... well it'd take even longer. To say the least. One day I'll talk about it though! In a more comprehensive post including other characters and whatnot. It's something I definitely also need to work out in my head more tho

It's been a pretty fun project so far that I hope to do more with in the future. Side note that doesn't really matter but there's this song that I always imagine fem Shiki amvs too oops.. RIDE IT by LustSickPuppy... this part especially.......

(the part is around 1:17 if you don't feel like listening to the entire thing. But u should)

Urggghhhh I love lsp ugh ughhhhhfuhrhhcuuhfhuufghh sorry for posting lyrics and a spotify link. It will happen again

OKAY. AMYWAYS

I do not give a fuck if all of this seems too self indulgent. If anything it's supposed to be!!! It's a labor of love!!!

Thank u to anyone who read this far. I appateciate it

#asks #im crazy #tnc #shiki

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dammit-theclown · 2 years

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Been thinking about malls in the 2000s

Beige/yellow color palette. The lights were warm because I’m pretty sure white LEDs weren’t invented yet

covered in carpet, usually brown, sometimes 70s-looking, always patterned

look up and see boxes and extra merchandise piled to the ceiling inside shops

games, rides, play parks, and arcades were all in different places. You had those roller coaster simulator games that would jolt you around to a 133p POV video of a roller coaster ride

People are rolling by on Heelys. blinking lights flash as kids run past wearing bedazzled light-up twinkle toes/sketchers

go to claire’s and get whatever you want pierced by a 16-year-old employee. Ears, nose, cartilage… anything you could stick a piercing gun through. maybe buy some neon fishnet armwarmers while you're there

hella gumball machines everywhere. Candy machine islands were super common. Machines also sold temporary tattoos, toys, collectibles, necklaces, keychains, rings, etc.

Kandi, jelly sex bracelets, concert wristbands, fingerless gloves. All at once.

DDR machines and disco balls + leftover 90s arcade carpet

PINK at da mall. Bags, yoga pants, tank tops, you name it

packs of tweens are wearing bootcut jeans, thong sandals, clear lip gloss, and the smallest Hollister tops they can fit into. No one is wearing eyeliner unless they’re part of a subculture. Everyone’s hair is straightened.

“Is that a pacifier?” “It’s a ring pop”

the building from the outside is a cinder block surrounded by a parking lot

mood lighting! A lot more stores had a darker interior

in autumn, pop-up halloween stores sell trashy light-up costumes in tattered black, purple, cheesecloth, and plastic-y mimicked pvc

This shirt design. What the hell do you call this???

Nu-metal and pop punk are blasting from the parking lot

tons of fake plants to add flavor. Fake trees everywhere. Lots of kids learned that not all plants are real at the mall.

bonus points if your local food court had a 50s diner vibe. Checkered tiles, neon signs, retro design, stools, chrome +red vinyl, etc.

#nostalgia #2000s #late 2000s #mall goth #2000s nostalgia #mallcore

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sunball · 3 years

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS #1

these observations are based on my own experience with these placements

this is my first astrology post ahh please support me hehe I hope you like this! also please do not reword or copy my observations. you can post it but give me credits <3 english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for grammatical errors! let me know if you want me to do another one.

MARS-ASC look so attractive when they sweat especially after playing sports, exercising or any physical activity is that weird? they also sweat easily, especially softer aspects.

I noticed that HOUSES are also important in SYNASTRY. If the signs aren’t compatible, maybe the houses are. eg: person A has scorpio moon in 10th house & person B has libra moon in 6th house

AQUARIUS, GEMINI and VIRGO placements, MERCURY-ASC, URANUS-ASC literally look so good with glasses but each in different ways.

TAURUS/LIBRA placements (especially RISING and MARS) need to make sure their workplace is aesthetic to their liking before they work, otherwise they'll just procrastinate. for instance, their desk needs to be exactly like their ideal desk (that they probably got from Pinterest LMAO) and they need their ideal art supplies (like high quality coloured pencils) before they can do some artwork. STOP WAITING WTF JUST DO IT ALDJFLSHFOEL this also applies to NEPTUNE DOMINANTS only because they just like to daydream and forget to actually do work.

NORTH NODE IN 12TH HOUSE (with psychic indicators in their chart) people usually have a lot of talents that they aren’t aware of/ haven’t discovered and tend to reach their highest potential by growing spiritually. It’s like their life is already planned and they can’t change anything and they’re so divinely guided. people I know with this placement literally improve their skills so insanely fast without barely any practice because it’s their life purpose like wtf?? they also get dreams of their future.

people with placements similar to your DESCENDANT PERSONA CHART feel like home to you and you get along with them even if the signs aren’t compatible. you may also seem to attract people with those placements into your life! the reason why I think this happens is because your descendant is your other half and you attract people with similar placements as your descendant persona chart because you are supposed to get along with those placements and learn from them so that you’ll be ready for when you meet your soulmate or whatever. tell me what you think! my descendant persona chart's moon is in leo and all my bestfriend are leo moons.

the sign your VENUS/MARS and maybe EROS is in can tell you about what clothes/accessories/things you find attractive on others and what you like to wear yourself (check degrees and house for other signs influencing your venus/mars/eros). this isn’t a style analysis btw

ARIES ► hats, sweatbands, bandanas, horns (yeah ik you add horns on your picrew characters), face piercings, swept back hair and dyed hair, tattoos, masks

TAURUS ► necklaces, chokers, turtlenecks, nose piercings, earrings

GEMINI ► rings, gloves, bangles, wristbands that are on arms and not wrists (so hot pls), shoulderless shirts, basically hands, tank tops

CANCER & VIRGO ► low cut shirts, chest harness, crop tops, belly button piercings, bras, harness belts, corsets, waist chains, flowy skirts

LEO ► backless shirts & dresses, chest harness, (lace) masks, hot halloween costumes yes I love devil n angel costumes

LIBRA, SCORPIO & SAGITTARIUS ► suspender belts, side slit dresses, leggings, biker shorts & booty shorts, visible g-strings with sweatpants, thigh highs, stockings, fishnets, masks (scorpio)

CAPRICORN & AQUARIUS ► garters, same as sagittarius tbh, braces, dark circles, horns, unique moles and eyes (different colours), cosplay, anklets?

PISCES ► socks, bikinis, wet hair, heels, anklets, sandals, cosplay?

#astrology #astrology observations #sunballastrology #astro observations #astrology notes

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descendantsramblings · 3 years

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Style Headcanons

So basically, I’m a big hater to the way the costume team worked on them. The whole “All Isle kids wear Leather” and “Auradon Kids always look like they’re on their first kid and on the way to the country club” thing drives me crazy. It sorta feels like they made costumes before giving them personalities (The leather on Carlos and Evie feels like it clashes with their personalities. Lonnie’s dresses in the first movie doesn’t fit the personality we see, even though she didn’t have much of a personality until movie two. Audrey dressed like a thirty-four year old mother who just picked up her kid before going to the country club. Ben’s only good outfit was his swim trunks.) So here are some personal headcanons and pictures of what I imagine for them. (I started making them at 1am last night lol)

Villain Kids

Evie

As someone raised to want to be a princess, she wants to dress like how she imagines a princess would.

She loves pastels and is no stranger to pairing pastel blue with a neutral red or bright white.

The only pants she really wears are either athletic shorts or those little flowy elastic shorts, otherwise she’s all skirts.

She’s sorta a prep but not in the same way a character like Audrey would be.

Evie has respect for most aesthetics, even though she doesn’t fully fit just one. However, she hates crocs and those little pastel shorts that white boys wear, she will announce it often.

Wouldn’t be caught dead in neon colors.

owns a blue fur coat (it’s fake fur, obviously)

Carlos

Baby boy is a total softie

You know that one gay little sweater in movie one, that’s where they went right, more of that.

He’s into the soft boy aesthetic and only strays from it for formal wear

loves layering sweaters over button ups

Cuffed jeans, always because ya know, bisexual

Owns a floral button up from Jay, normally he hates patterned button ups but it’s his favorite shirt.

Loves striped sweaters, he owns about 6 variations of them in different colors (all include red, white, or black of course)

Jay

In theory, Jay doesn’t really have one aesthetic, he’s willing to try on just about anything

Most of his clothing was bought by Evie or Carlos, especially his formal wear

The only clothes that Jay will buy for himself is athletic wear

He doesn’t really see the point of buy clothing that he can’t go straight to practice in.

Still has the beanie, but he owns one in just about every color to match it to his outfit.

Listen, we know Jay’s main color is yellow/gold, but why did we always see him with more red/blue in the movie? What type of snow white aesthetic were they trying to give him?

Jay owns a button up that he write on, he refuses to wear it actually buttoned though

Mal

She loves the grunge/alternative aesthetic, she thinks it makes her look more like she belongs to the Isle

She wouldn’t wear skirts until after she and Evie became friends, Evie bought her her first skirt (a purple plaid one) and she fell in love with it

Mal has a whole jewelry box of just chains, both necklaces and ones that attach to clothing

Owns a pair of Demonia Swing-815 boots (black patent) and a pair of Demonia Camel-203 boots (holographic purple)

100% owns one of those studded hot topic belts.

Has a headband with little horns that symbolize her mother’s horns

Instead of the leather half gloves from the movie, she has those little fishnet gloves and covers her hands in rings.

Uma

Her style is similar to Mal’s because if Mal is going to do something, Uma will do it better.

Uma only wore outfits that were super Fem and had skirts until Mal started doing it

Then it was Uma always wearing pants, because of her love for plaid skirts she owns a whole collection of plaid pants

the only jeans she owns are black or dark wash.

Her first ever large purchase was a pair of Doc Marten 1460 Zip Tartan Lace up boots (they’re green, black, and blue plaid)

She and Harry bought matching Doc Marten Jadon platforms (his are more shiny though)

Isn’t as into chains as Mal, more into chockers.

Harry

When the E-boy aesthetic came out, Harry was all over it

Harry definitely has one of those chains with a little lock on it.

I’d like to imagine he has baby gauges

the before mentioned platform doc martens, he definitely treats them like his baby

Even though Harry dresses like an e-boy, he always has his pirate hat on

Definitely wears cloth masks as a fashion piece he actually would wear his in the pandemic though, unlike some people who wore them before but not for safety

Harry is actually really good at graphic liner, he owns a gold, red, and white eyeliner to add color to the outfit if it’s mainly black

gold>silver

Bought plaid pants because Uma did, he want’s to match with his captain

Gil

As we know (maybe you don’t) it’s in the canon that Gil’s mother taught him to sew and he enjoys it.

So Gil doesn't dress in one aesthetic or even close to being in one, he wants to try out everything, both making and wearing them.

He does stick to a monochrome color scheme though, mainly shades of brown with white or black thrown in. Sometimes he adds a little red or yellow though to “honor” Gaston

Most of his clothing is more comfortable than anything

Only owns three pairs of jeans, the rest are different types of pants (he loves corduroys)

Owns a pants chain that harry bought him but he only really wears it when Harry and Uma are wearing one so he won’t feel left out on it.

Dizzy

Baby girl has seen the Isle steal the childhood innocence from people, she dresses in kidcore as a way to keep hers

Her outfits always has at least 4 different colors in it.

No stranger to neon colors, she has a pair of overalls that are neon rainbow and covered in gummy candy and she only wears them with a neon green tee, Evie and Carlos hate this outfits, Jay loves it because of the disappointment it brings to the two fashion fans

Dizzy’s outfits in the movie were colorful obviously but they should have been just more over the top

She loves patterns and has no fear of pattern mixing

definitely owns some funky earrings, clay rings, and statement necklaces

puts beads on her shoe laces, especially on her converse (they were white ones, she drew all over them)

Auradon Kids

Ben

Okay so Ben’s animated and movie outfits were bad, you can’t convince me of anything else

Why was Ben not dressed in the soft boy aesthetic? You’re trying to tell me that Belle’s son wouldn’t be a soft boy?

He has a jean jacket with his father’s beast symbol painted on the back

Absolutely loves graphic crewnecks, often layers them over collared shirts

He and Carlos go shopping together often in their free time

Lover of funky crew socks, ones with paintings, patterns, logos, whatever. But his socks always match

After he and Mal started Dating, he bought a white jean jacket and let her paint it, he wears it all the time even though it didn’t match his original clothing, he bought more clothes in her color scheme to match it

He owns like 6 pairs of high top converse (light blue, yellow, white, navy, black, and Purple after getting the jacket back from Mal)

Chad

Listen, out of everyone he was the closest to how I imagined he should be, that being said, he had a little soft boy thing going on in some movies that I don’t think fit his personality

Polos and button ups are basically all he owns, but he does have some of those pastel simply southern esc graphic tees (Southern people probably know what I’m on about, all the guys who act like Chad at my school have like 5 of them each)

Owns 6 pairs of those horrid little southern boy pastel shorts in different shades of blue (plus 1 white pair)

Will not wear jeans, ever, the only pants he owns are khakis

All over the shirts that have logos embroidered into the shirt over the chest.

Definitely gets asked if he’s on the way to golf/ the country club, the joke is that he is, he has to meet his father there after school

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Audrey

Listen, I’m not an Audrey stan, but they did her so dirty in the first movie

She should have been the stereotypical mean girl outfit wise, I mean, mini skirts, all pastels

Owns a pink teddy coat, and a white one, she actually cares about if they get dirty though, takes good care of them

definitely has a collection of tennis skirts, pairs them with sweaters/crewnecks or blouses that have a slight puff to the sleeve

The type of girl to wear rufflely rompers on her birthday every year, pink, white, or baby blue obviously

loves those tiny shoulder bags

preppy and looks good in it.

cropped polos and tube tops

Jane

This account is a Jane should have been cottage core/ fairy core fan page, her outfits were almost there, just not there, she’s literally a fairy but can’t use magic nor did they let her dress like one, I hate it here

Baby girl loves gingham and floral patterns, some of her dresses are a little more to her mother’s taste than hers (her mother bought them) but as long as it’s a pattern she likes she will wear it.

Cardigans are her best friend, she owns one in multiple shades of pink and blue, plus a white one (all of her clothing fits a pastel pink/blue/white color scheme)

Babydoll dresses her a her favorite style of them (the one I put in the top right corner is what I imagine her birthday dress as)

People try to mockingly ask if she’s on her way to a tea party/picnic (like they do with Chad and the country club) if the answer isn’t actually yes one of her friends still say yes, no one can be rude to her about it

She owns a corset (Evie bought it for her, it made her nervous at first but she loves it)

Owns kitten heels and flats mainly also two pairs of mary janes (in white and blue)

has one of those little pearl purses that aren’t really useful but they’re cute

Lonnie

Last but not least, our funky little lesbian (she is, Jay is just her emotional support queer man) Lonnie, she sticks to the teal, blue, and pink color scheme they gave her in movie one

She mainly wears sweats (or athletic clothing) otherwise it’s graphic tees tucked in (many of them are from the men’s section)

Only wears sneakers, she has places to be but also collects them (also owns 1 pair of pink crocs, Evie tried to burn them)

Carlos and Ben talked her into wearing a collar shirt under a graphic tee once (they bought her a sleeveless button up which she hated at first) and now she does it anytime she wants to look like she put effort into her outfit.

Wears a lot of necklaces and rings (she loves to layer necklaces, she thinks it makes her sweats look less boring)

Uses a mini backpack instead of a purse, easier to carry more things.

Has two pairs of custom painted air forces.

Hates wearing bracelets but always has to have a hair tie on her wrist so they don’t feel empty .

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trash-writings · 4 years

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Kinktober Week 2: Sub!Hisoka and Fem reader

Kinks: wax play, ice play, bondage, degradation, choking, edging

Warnings: Degradation, everything above, and tbh this might be considered torture at some point lol.

Your hand slowly travels down Hisoka’s neck to the center of his shoulder blades. You walk forward and the tips of your fingers graze his skin lightly, causing small goosebumps to develop on him. You smile as you catch his golden eyes in your sight. Hisoka stares at the fishnetted tights you have on. The way they fade into leather boots drives him mad. Your thighs look delectable in the skirt he picked out a few weeks ago; tight, but not too short.

Noticing Hisoka staring at your thighs you pull the skirt up slightly, teasing him. It’s not hard to read Hisoka, while many others believe it is. He’s not complicated. He is very straightforward in his desires. That's how you ended up here now. Months of asking you to take some control has finally paid off. It’s not easy, and even now you feel you’re going to topple over in these heeled boots, but the attention Hisoka is giving you is too good to give up. You need this.

Humming quietly you walk across your bedroom to grab a pair of handcuffs after seeing Hisoka’s fingers twitch from their position on his knees. While his obedience is pretty sufficient for now, you can tell he’s itching to get his hands on you. Hisoka continues to let his eyes explore your body, now focusing on your back since it’s turned to him. The straps of your bra are slightly twisted, making him want to jump at you and snap them against your skin, but he won’t. He wants you to have this moment. However, he’s grateful you decided on just a black bra and no shirt to torment him.

Golden eyes watch you as you pull out his favorite drawer, the one he loves to torment you with. He brought you all the toys as gifts, and he knows that you never use them without his permission, but tonight… tonight is different. He wants this badly, probably more than you even do, at least he believes so. Your eyes catch sight of the tart burner on your dresser, you flip it on wondering how long it will take to melt the red apple tart sitting atop.

“What are you doing, kitten?” His voice is sweet like cotton candy, however, it’s not going to work tonight. You grab the cuffs, the cold metal chilling your nervous palms. You ignore him and turn around slowly after shutting the drawer. You lean back against it looking at your friend with lustful eyes. He truly does look delicious sitting on his knees like he always asks you to wait for him. Who knew you’d enjoy being on the giving end already? Definitely not you. With each passing second, you take in the sweet satisfaction of being able to decide your and his pleasure for the evening.

“Hisoka, I didn’t give you permission to speak.” Your voice is stern, and you immediately feel your confidence growing knowing you’re finally in control. Finally, everything you say goes. A smile creeps on your lips as you walk towards Hisoka. You dangle the cuffs in front of his face. He looks at them for a moment before looking up at your passive face. You won’t give him the pleasure of how much you’re enjoying this just yet.

“Kitten, please talk to me... “ a swift slap to the face makes him hush. The stinging on your hand instead of your face burns pleasantly in a new intense way. The gratification you normally feel from burning cheeks is different… this is very new.

“Next time,” You bend at the knees, getting to his level, “it won’t be so soft. Got it?”

“Wh-” you slap him harder. He smiles, suddenly making you feel irritated for his obvious enjoyment. Again, this time he’s shocked. He actually feels the sting this time since this cheek has now been slapped twice. It’s been a long time since he’s had someone actually handle him this way. While fighting is fun for him, there’s nothing quite like this.

“Stop smiling, sicko.” You spit the words at him the way he does you for enjoying punishments. His smile disappears. His face is intense, serious, and maybe even a bit dark.

“Is sicko all you’ve got, kitten?” He’s not smiling, but he might at well be. He feels intensely proud of you at the moment, despite wanting to rip you to shreds and make you apologize for daring to lay a hand on him. He loves it. The way your face contours into irritation, your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes staring deep into him with lust and maybe even some disgust. It’s driving him insane.

Ignoring him you stand back up. He looks up at you wanting you to slap him again, but he won’t tell you that. He wants to see you grow into this. Those few small attempts at shutting him up weren’t the best, in his opinion, but it’s something. Something to work with. Something to nurture.

“Hands: in front of you now,” you tell him. He listens and holds his wrists out for you. You put the cuffs on him the way you remember him doing it to you when you have misbehaved.

“Very good,” he coos, pulling at them lightly. You let this one slide. You needed the reassurance that you did it right. The confirmation will only help you grow, he knows this and he knows it’s why you haven’t slapped him for speaking out of turn. However, he aches for more. Hopefully, he thinks, you will hit him some more.

“Will you stay still if I go outside of the room for a moment? I promise I’ll reward you.” You watch as the gears turn on his head. Hisoka wants to stay still, but he’s itching to jump you and it’s making his head spin. However, the anticipation is feeling something deep inside him that he wants to continue feeding. He nods.

You exit the room, walking quickly towards your freezer. Opening the door to the freezer your eyes search for the ice tray. Finding it you quickly grab two cubes, hurrying back to your bedroom with them in hand. The ice already starts melting with the short walk back to the room. Hisoka hasn’t moved to your surprise. He’s stayed perfectly still.

His eyes gaze at you, not noticing the ice cubes. Good, you think as you quickly move behind him. With his hands in front of him, cuffed, he can’t stop you from what you do next. You lightly run the ice cube down his exposed neck. His body reacts quickly, jerking forward away from the cold. You press it harder against his skin and he lets out a lewd noise from deep within his throat; it’s music to your ears.

“Aw, is it too cold?” You whisper close to his ear, making sure to push the ice into his skin. He shakes his head no, pleasing you. He’s not speaking without permission finally. Hisoka’s attention is focused on the ice pressed against his neck. His golden eyes desperately search for your face, unable to make contact without turning his head. He stops trying after another piece of ice is pressed against his left shoulder.

“Hisoka, I want you to be a good boy for me okay?” He nods slowly. His compliance is almost strange. “I’m going to set the ice on your shoulders, you have to stay very still for me.” He nods again. You steady the ice cubes in the small divot of his shoulders. You notice his body heat is already starting to make it pool and you need to be fast. You hurry over to the dresser, seeing the red wax has completely melted in the tart burner.

You slip on one of your soft gloves for winter so you can safely touch the hot clay that holds the wax. The warmth seeps through the glove but is manageable. As you turn around you catch Hisoka’s glance. He stares at the pot of melted wax with curious eyes, is this even body safe? Does it really matter to him, he wonders? It doesn’t matter, he ponders, but with the ice starting to burn his skin with the freezing sensation.

Hisoka is so focused on keeping the ice from dropping off his shoulders he doesn’t notice when you start to tilt the clay container, letting the red wax start to pour down onto his back. The uncomfortable heat hits him in an instant, making him jerk forward and the ice falls onto the floor. You stop the stream of wax, watching as the small amount runs down the muscles on his back. The wax cools pretty fast, to your surprise, leaving pretty red trails among his muscles. The red wax looks beautiful on his pale skin.

“Fuck,” he hisses from below you. The unexpected mix of hot and cold has overwhelmed his senses, something he never expected to happen to him. Where, he thinks, did she learn this? He’s certainly never gone as far as to pour wax on you. Not only is he excited, he’s proud. This strange mix only adds to his delight to be submitting to you. You’re growing at an impressive rate.

“Pick up the ice,” you command, “Now.” You slowly come to the front of Hisoka again. His cheeks are flushed and you can tell that he’s become erect. Looking at the tenting in his underwear makes you want to drop down to your knees and beg him to be gentle with you after this spout of confidence. He reaches forward and picks up the ice cubes by your feet.

“Good,” he smiles with your small amount of praise. “Now, I want you to listen very carefully.” He nods. “Raise your hands to the center of your chest, then slowly run the ice cubes down your pecs. Very slowly, making sure the ice completely cools your skin.”

Hisoka listens carefully then follows your orders. It’s cold, for sure, but nothing he can’t handle. However, it is clear to him that you’re not doing this just to hope he gets some ice burns. No, you want something more; but he can’t place exactly what. His cock twitches at the thoughts of you making him keep ice on him until he can’t handle it any longer. You’re not that cruel, are you? He doesn’t think so… at least, not yet. He knows you have a lot to learn, he’s barely had any time with you to explore anything riskier. But, he knows you’re a fast learner. Look at you, he thinks, standing there confidently as your eyes follow his fingertips spreading ice across himself. The intensity in your eyes, the small smirk upon your lips, and the pot of wax in hand is a sight to behold. He could cum now if he tried, he’s so proud and aroused by you.

As he traces the ice back again, following the pattern in reverse, you kneel down again to be eye level with him. Hisoka smirks, obviously ogling your breasts. Irritation creeps through you making your skin crawl. You didn’t give him permission to stare at your chest. Reaching out you bring the pot of wax dangerously close to touching his skin. His eyes instantly advert to your actions. The wax pours delicately out onto his chilled skin. As it makes contact Hisoka lets out a loud feral laugh to mask his pain.

“Stay still!” You hiss grabbing his cuffs and yanking him back closer to you. You increase the drizzle, making more splash across his skin in a semi-straight red line across his chest. It splatters some, leaving pretty red dots on his skin where the wax wasn’t meant to go.

“You fucking-” you slap him before he can finish the sentence.

“Shut up, I know you’ve had worse done to you.” You can’t help but laugh at him as he bites back his tongue. His hands form fists, obviously wanting to regain control again. You stand up and take the pot back to the burner. You’ve had enough of playing with him. Watching him cry out has turned you on more than before. The wetness pooling between your thighs is overwhelming, and you want to get off sooner rather than later.

Hisoka watches you place the pot down and take the glove off. He can’t lie, he is pissed you reacted so quickly to him. The slap felt amazing, but the wax wasn’t meant for pleasure, and he knows it. Even when he deals out rough punishments, he never does it from anger or irritation, you need to learn that. You have so much to learn, he has so much to teach you, and he plans to make sure you never react like that again. But, not now, later when the time's right. He has to evaluate you now. He can’t forget that. For now, he will sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor.

Your heels are louder than anything in the room as you walk back towards him. You can’t help but feel a tad ridiculous, but looking at Hisoka you know that you’re not. You’re everything he wants and needs right now. You stop in front of him; his mouth level with your waist. His fingers are fidgeting, and he looks impatient. He must not like this as much as he thought he would, or something else is going on. Either way, it’s fine. You just need him to touch you.

“Hands up, please.” He listens and you take off the cuffs. “You can only touch me when I tell you, okay? Or I’ll lock you to the bed and leave you here for three days.” His eyebrows perk up, but you know you’re mostly joking. He can probably break out of these cuffs in an instant. “Tell me what you want,” you ask.

He tilts his head and smiles before speaking. “I want to taste you,” he tells you. “So fucking bad.”

Motioning to your skirt you talk slowly, “take it off then. I’m waiting.” With his hands now free he reaches up quickly and rips the skirt. The tearing of the fabric is loud, surprisingly, and you feel exposed suddenly in front of him. Before you can tell him to, he shoves his face between your folds. His tongue explores your body so smoothly, finding your clit with no hesitation.

Biting your bottom lip you hold back a moan. Your hand goes to Hisoka’s head, locking your fingers between your fingers in case you want to pull him off of you. Instead, you end up pulling him more into you. His tongue never disappoints you. He always makes you come undone before anything even enters you. Closing your eyes you let out another loud moan as Hisoka sucks at your clit. The familiar burn in your lower stomach signaling your orgasm approaching.

“Use your fingers,” you command. He takes his time, his hand trailing up your fishnet covered thighs before he slowly inserts two fingers into your needy cunt. You clench around his fingers, glad to finally be filled.

“Fuck, good boy, like that” you groan as he pumps his fingers into you at a rather fast pace. He’s as desperate for your orgasm as you are. He hums with pleasure against your cunt, making you let out a loud gasp. Your breathing is already picking up, your chest rising and falling more and more as you get close… so close you can taste it. Just a little more… right there… here it-... Hisoka pulls back from your grip, ripping some of his hair out from your fingers. You let out a loud groan and look at Hisoka, who is now smiling.

“You arrogant whore,” the words leave your mouth before you can think about them. The joy on his face is clear, him acting good for you was clearly too good to last long. “Why are you smiling like that? Hmmm?”

Hisoka opens his mouth to speak, but you shove him down onto the floor with your foot. The black leather boot stays against his chest as he lays back against the hardwood floor. Hisoka is shocked you went as far as to push him down, let alone hold him down with your boot. He loves it.

“Oh, you thought I wanted you to speak? Sorry, whores don’t get to talk to me.” Now your words are flowing like an uninterrupted stream. “How dare you deny me… Do you think I’m going to let you cum now? If you do, you must be absolutely stupid. I don’t expect much from a whore like you, but this is low.”

As you continue speaking Hisoka keeps his focus on your lips. Your degradation is music to his ears, something he wants more of. Denying you your orgasm was the right move in his mind. “You look so pleased with yourself,” you bend down, keeping your boot firmly on his chest. The heel biting at his skin. You hope it hurts. “Too bad I won’t give you what you want. I know you’re just a desperate brat who wants me to hurt you.” He frowns. So you were right… he wants you to hit him more. Maybe even spank him. However, you won’t give him that pleasure. All care for his desire is gone, your focus solely on yourself.

Hisoka watches you closely, seeing the gears turn in your head. He wonders what you’ll do next; hoping you make the right move. It would be easy to hit him some more, in fact, he would even take the route. He knows how much you prefer overstimulation or edging to being spanked, so he always goes for what will make you learn. Spanking teaches you a lesson. Edging does not. He’s left curious about which route you’ll take.

“What are you going to do, doll?” Hisoka purrs.

“Raise your hands up,” you command and he listens. His arms rise above his head and near the base of the bed. “If you move I swear I won’t let you cum for seven hours. I’ll stay right here, touching you until you’re about to burst… then I’ll stop. Over and over and over again,” you warn him.

At this point, Hisoka’s smile will permanently be ingrained onto his face. You bend down, meanwhile, Hisoka groans as your boot and heel digs into his chest more. You quickly cuff his left wrist and bring it up to the leg of the bed. He stays still as you lift his right arm up closer and you can successfully lock his wrists to the bed.

“That’s better” you pat his cheek twice and blow a kiss to him for dramatic effect. His brow furrows, but you can’t tell if it's from irritation or because you’ve slipped your hand into his underwear. “Oh do you like that?” You remove your foot from his chest as you release your hand from his underwear. He lets out a pitiful whimper.

Crawling down between Hisoka’s legs, you pull his underwear down around his knees. Firmly grasping the base of his stiff cock you give it a few stokes. Watching as Hisoka’s golden eyes roll back into his head. You straddle him, positioning yourself right above the tip of his throbbing head; swearing you can feel the heat radiating off of it and onto your slick lips, so you push your thong to the side. After exposing yourself you bite down on your bottom lip to keep from moaning as you part your lips and slip down onto his cock.

Giving yourself seconds to adjust you finally start bouncing yourself on him. His eyes focus on you, specifically your tits as they bounce with you. He lets out a loud guttural groan as you pick up your pace. You feel your lost orgasm fast approaching. Your eyes are already blurry with bliss as you ride him. You steady yourself more onto your hands on his chest, your knees slipping slightly into a more comfortable position to angle his cock deeper inside of you.

“Fuck, yes more…” You groan after he snaps his hips up into you. You feel as if his cockhead is hitting the bottom of your cervix. Your vision blurs and you start grinding on him harder, until your breaking point reaches. You cum around his cock, your walls clenching onto him. Warmth reaches your toes and they curl in your boots. The denial of your previous orgasm only intensified this one, making you crave more of him; but not now. Now, you want to punish him more since you could have had two by now. So, you pull yourself off of him; earning a loud defeated groan from Hisoka.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but remember you’ve been a bad boy… Bad boy’s don’t get to cum, Hisoka.” The grin forming on your lips looks sinister to Hisoka, and he suddenly regrets letting you put him into this situation. However, just knowing he can break free isn’t enough to kill his arousal.

“Please, I’m begging! Please let me cum!” Hisoka’s loud begging fills your ears like a light sonnet on a summer evening from some Shakespeare play you can’t quite place. His eyes are finally glassy. What is it, the thirteenth or fourteenth time you’ve edged him until he screamed? It could be more. You stopped counting after five so this is just a guess. IT’s getting dark out you notice as you look over your shoulder to the window.

“Stop whining, you’re not even crying yet…”

Tears are streaming down Hisoka’s face now. He’s stopped begging but instead resorted to noises that resemble a cat in heat mixed with a cockfight. Maybe he’s had enough, you think, maybe he should be allowed to cum now. Hisoka’s eyes are on you, he’s pissed. He knows you’re just fucking with him now. No one could enjoy this much edging, not even him. He’s had enough. A loud snap stops you from touching him again. You look up to see Hisoka has torn the cuffs apart at the chain. How the fuck did he do it so quickly?

“Now little one,” his eyes gleam with malice,”it’s time you learn how to really punish someone. No more of your twisted sadistic bullshit…” Before you can back away he’s pinned you under him; his hand around your throat. His eyes are no longer red and teary… instead that of a hawk whose finally caught it’s mouse.

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gorochanfanclub · 3 years

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Change of Plans

Majima x Original Female Character

Summary: Alternate Goromi origin story. Majima is trying to train his assistant to be a hostess for his latest Kiryu scheme, but gets more than what he bargained for...

Contains: Goromi, sexually suggestive content, a couple curse words, a very jealous Majima

A/N: Haven’t posted anything here in a hot minute but had this idea and wanted to share. Only reason I didn’t make this an x reader is because the way I wanted it to end, it wouldn’t have worked :/ The only really defining traits of the woman in the story are that she’s a very tall American, has big b00bie, and her name is Hiromi. Also... please don’t take this too seriously >.< it was just something silly I thought of lol. This isn’t usually the type of style I like to write in, but I thought it might be fun to make something not so serious or heavy for a change! I hope you all do enjoy it!!

Running her hands down her body, Hiromi looks at herself in the mirror, turning slowly to view herself from every angle possible. The pink leather shines and gleams in the dim light of the dressing room, flashes of snakeskin detail sparkling in the mirror. She barely felt her ass held into the garment, the highest parts of her thighs getting a cool breeze from the fishnet stockings on them. Her broad shoulders poked out the top, her breasts pushed nearly to her chin.

The entire ensemble was loud, definitely something she couldn’t possibly imagine herself wearing usually. However, she hadn’t been the one to pick out this outfit in the first place, her boss did. Majima, in another one of his crazy antics, had dragged her to a cabaret club of all places, thrown the clothes in her arms, and shoved her into the back room, demanding she change instantly.

Groaning, Hiromi wonders if Majima really intended for her to leave the room dressed like this. It showed so much skin. She barely remembers the last time she was out in public showing this much skin, even swimming, Hiromi always opted for more conservative attire.

A loud knock at the door draws her from her thoughts, her employer’s voice shouting yet muffled by the wooden slab. “Hey, Hiromi-chan,” he barks, “Ya been in there for a while now. How long does it take for you to put a dress on?”

Looking back at herself in the mirror she grimaces. “Majima-san?” she calls over her shoulder, “Do you really want me to wear this?” She pauses, “What is this even for?”

Even through the door, she can hear her boss groan. “I don’t pay ya to ask questions, Hiromi-chan.”

“I know you don’t, sir,” she snaps back, “You pay me to drive you around. Not wear…” her eyes find her reflection once more, “less than modest clothing.”

The doorknob starts to giggle at her remark. “I’m sure ya look great,” Majima mutters, saying something under his breath afterwards Hiromi can’t quite hear. “I’m comin’ in, ya decent?”

Nodding with a hum, Hiromi watches the door fly open, her boss standing in the doorway, the cabaret club’s owner hot on his heels. Eyeing her up and down, Majima soaks her up. A wicked grin plasters itself on his face. “Hot damn, girly!” he exclaims, “Ya look great! The boys are gonna eat you up.”

Blinking rapidly, Hiromi stares at him with eyes like saucers. “‘Eat me up?’” she repeats, “Don’t you think this is…” she can’t finish, only looking at the vast amount of skin showing from under her clothes.

Majima tilts his head, “It’s what? Don’t like what I picked ya?”

Hiromi shakes her head rapidly, “Uh, no it’s fine, it’s just a little… revealing… is all.”

Making his way across the room, Majima claps a gloved hand on his assistant’s shoulder. “Of course it is!” he shouts, his booming voice echoing in the room, “When yer in this line of work, ya gotta show off the goods.” With a flirtatious wink that makes Hiromi’s cheeks feel on fire, he adds, “And trust me, girly... you got ‘em.”

Majima then steps back, looking her up and down once more before stopping at her breasts. The dress was barely holding them in and it made Majima chuckle, “Not to mention, I think Kiryu’s got a thing for big knockers like yers.”

“What?” Hiromi snaps, “This is a Kiryu thing? You’re dragging me into this now?”

The one eyed man only shrugs, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I? Yer on my payroll and I gotta use the tools I got on hand. Right now sweetheart, that’s you.”

Slumping her shoulders, Hiromi knows it was best to simply accept her fate and take her orders. There was no arguing with Majima once his heart was set on something. The man was not only stubborn, he was determined. Sighing, she asks, “Alright, what would like me to do, sir?”

Cackling maniacally, Majima claps, rubbing his leather gloves together in anticipation. “That’s more like it!” he shouts with glee.

He then steps to Hiromi’s side, wrapping an arm around her bare shoulders, leading her past the club owner and out into the main section of the club. “Now,” he explains, “here’s the plan; yer gonna use,” he gestures to her body, making a particularly large gesture to her chest, “all this, to lure Kiryu-chan in, right?”

Hiromi nods in acknowledgement as he continues, “Get him all buttered up ‘n’ shit. Then…” he snaps loudly in front of Hiromi’s face, making her jerk backwards for a second, “I’ll swoop in for the kill- start disrespectin’ ya and all. Kiryu’s a real gentleman, there’s no way he’ll pass up the chance to fight fer a girl’s honor.” He ogles her breasts once more, “‘Specially one as busty as you.”

The woman stutters nervously and incoherently before clearing her throat, “Do you really think I’ll be able to win him over, Majima-san?” Looking down, she rubs the back of her neck, “Kiryu seems to be a rather tough nut to crack. I’m not sure if I’m cut out for this.”

Walking them to a table in the back Majima chuckles once more. “I know yer, not,” he states blankly, much to his assistant’s surprise. “That’s why I’m gonna train ya…”

Before she can protest, Hiromi feels herself being shoved onto the plush velvet sofa behind her. With a huff, she flops down, looking up through her hair to see Majima situating himself next to her.

Sitting up and brushing her hair out of her face, Hiromi meekly asks, “Wh-what kind of training do I need, sir?” Looking down, she notices how far up her risque dress has ridden up. With a faint blush dusting her cheeks, she tugs it as close to her knees as possible, the action completely foiled by the lack of fabric the dress had.

Leaning back, Majima makes himself comfortable. Crossing one of his leather clad legs over his knee, he sighs, “Gotta make sure you can handle Kiryu-chan.” Noticing the look of absolute fear on her face, he grins, waving a hand in dismissal, “Just relax, girly girl, we’re just gonna do some talkin’.”

Majima reaches inside the inner breast pocket of his jacket, pulling out his packet of cigarettes and nonchalantly lighting one. As he inhales, a nostalgic smile works its way across his lips, tugging gently at the corners, “Y’know, I used to do this fer a living. Kinda miss it too…”

He turns slowly to the woman on the seat next to him, “So yer in good hands, Hiromi-chan, nothin’ to worry yer pretty little head about.”

She nods, taking his words in. Hiromi takes the chance to admire Majima as he prepares for his training session with her. The way the smoke floated around his head, it made him look like an angel, resting above the clouds, looking down on the world that belonged only to him.

Majima could feel her eyes on him, watching him intently. Suddenly he felt nervous about being here with her, especially with the way he had dressed her, she was practically naked. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all…

“Nuff about that, tho,” he beams, snapping himself from his dull stupor, pulling Hiromi from hers as well. “Let’s get down to it,” he sighs, raising a inquisitive eyebrow, “Ya ever done anythin’ like this before?”

Touching a finger to her cheek, Hiromi tilts her head in thought. Majima smirked, finding the action somewhat cute. “Well…” she starts, “I’m not quite sure how ‘this’ all works but… I used to flirt a lot with men at the bars back in my clubbing days,” she turns to her boss with an expectant look, “Does that count, Majima-san?”

Nodding, he smiles brightly, “That’s exactly the way you gotta act. Talk ‘em up, get ‘em to buy you more drinks,” he points a finger at her, “and usually I wouldn’t say this but since these’re special circumstances… there’s no such thing as ‘too handsy.’ Kiryu-chan’s been in prison fer ten long years, I imagine a perv like him would go wild havin’ a nice little thing like you pawing all over him.”

Hiromi grins, nodding as she takes in her instructions. She hums, “I think I’m beginning to understand what I need to do.”

Majima leans back, fluffing up his jacket then smoothing it down as he situates again, “Alright then, we’re just gonna pretend that I’m Kiryu-chan and yer gonna do yer best to win me over.”

The woman nods shortly leaning back herself. In an instant, she crosses her long legs at the knees, the heel of her left foot tapping the glass table in front of them with a heavy thud.

The action shocked Majima. His eye looks down to the pink stiletto next to his own thigh, the toes so dangerously close to grazing his leg. Trailing his gaze up her toned legs, he notices the fishnets end right at the thickest part of her rather voluptuous thighs, the elastic squeezing them ever so slightly.

Following her body further, Majima trains his eye on the way the dress hugged her body in all the right places. From the way it strained against her hips, bunched slightly at her waist, then nearly ripped at her chest, he realized maybe he went a little too far with the outfit.

Finally, his gaze meets her face. A blush threatens to creep onto his cheeks with the way she is looking at him. It was almost like she had flipped a switch inside her. The usual stoic and no nonsense Hiromi he relied on during a day to day basis was gone. In her place was a tigress, dark eyes staring him down like a wounded prey, ready to be devoured.

Majima swallows, trying his best to keep his composure. He grins again, hiding his discomfort, “Hello there, my name is Kiryu Kazuma, what’s you’re name?” he asks, doing his best impression of the deep voiced Kiryu.

The woman tilts her head with a wicked grin, “Hiromi. It means ‘generous beauty.’”

And what a beauty she is, Majima thinks to himself before tilting his own head in confusion, “‘Hiromi?’ That’s a Japanese name, ma’am. Don’t you think you’re a little tall for a Japanese lady?”

Majima feels something grace his leg and he looks down to see one of Hiromi’s pink shoes rubbing itself gently up and down his thigh. She chuckles, “Astute observation Kiryu-san. In fact, I’m from America. Have you ever been?”

Shaking his head, Majima shrugs, “Can’t say I have, Hiromi-chan. In fact, I’ve never left Japan.”

Suddenly, the soft sensation of a foot rubbing his thigh is lost. Majima nearly lets out a displeased groan, choking it back at the last second. When he looks up to meet her face again, he is greeted with her leaning forward, her left hand supporting her and her right resting on the sofa in the spot her foot had previously been.

“You should make a point to go sometime, Kiryu-san,” Hiromi mutters, her voice barely above a sultry whisper. Her hand begins to trace up Majima’s leg, palming his thigh gently, “I’m sure you’d get lots of young American ladies on your arm, what with you being so big and handsome.”

This time, Majima isn’t able to hold back the blush on his cheeks. Here he was, sitting in a cabaret club with his long legged, scantily clad, foreign, assistant, and she’s fondling him like they’re lovers. It didn’t help that she was so close he could smell the mint of her gum from earlier still on her breath.

“Maybe I’d rather stay right here,” Majima counters, “Why go to America when I have a gorgeous American girlie on my arm right now?”

With a laugh, Hiromi’s fingers dig into the muscle on Majima’s thigh. With them so close to his manhood, Majima couldn’t help himself from jumping in shock. She really took his instruction to heart when he told her to get handsy. Swallowing, Majima wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this.

“You flatter me too much,” Hiromi laughs. Batting her eyelashes she smiles that predatory smile once more, “But… I can’t think of any other place in this world I’d rather be, either.”

Flattening her palm once more, she trails her touch up Majima’s leg, onto his toned stomach, feeling every contour of his chiseled torso. Taking her other hand, she hooks a finger underneath Majima’s chin, forcing him to look at her, also bringing him a bit closer.

“I’ve got everything I could possibly want right in front of me…” she whispers. Instinctively, Majima grabs her hip, desperately needing someplace to put his hands. This earns a light chuckle from Hiromi, “Touching already, are we? At least buy me a drink first.”

Looming over her shoulder, he waves to the club owner to bring something around. Turning his attention back to the woman in his arms, he nearly stutters, “So, Hiromi-chan, ya got any special guys in yer life? Can’t imagine a sexy little broad like you going to bed alone.”

The hungry gleam in his eye starts to grow, almost matching her own hungry gaze. She smiles, grazing her fingertips across Majima’s collarbone, “There might be one, and if he plays his cards right tonight…” The grip on his jaw tightens as she pulls his ear to her lips, “I might just go home with him.”

With fake shock, Majima opens his mouth wide, “That so? Well I hope I do, then. Wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity to wake up next to ya.” His grip on her hip strengthens, his gloved fingers squeaking against the leather of her dress.

Continuing her motions on his chest, trailing over the edges of his tattoos, Hiromi asks coyly, “Do you have any ‘special’ women waiting for you at home, sir?”

Majima only chuckles, “Now, if I did, would I really be at a place like this, lettin’ you fawn all over me?” She only shrugs, “You might, I couldn’t possibly know.”

Shaking his head, Majima smirks, “Nah, I only got one lady in my life, and that’s you, darlin’.”

Hiromi chuckles, pulling away from Majima once more. The loss of her hands on his skin leaves him feeling lonely and cold. However, suddenly, he finds Hiromi spreading her legs, arcing one over Majima’s hips to straddle him.

Hovering her bum just above him, she grabs his shoulders, one of her knuckles outlining his jaw. She mumbles against his cheek, her breath causing the hairs on the back of his neck to raise, “Then I think we should enjoy our evening together, Kiryu-san.”

Kiryu-san.

Up until she said that, Majima had completely forgotten he was supposed to be training her for a night with Kiryu. Suddenly, the idea of having to watch her touch Kiryu and whisper into his ear the way she was doing to Majima right now seemed extremely unappealing.

Something inside him boiled at the thought of that. He wasn’t sure what it was but with the way her lips were grazing his jaw and the way her weight was pressing upon him, he wasn’t sure he could stomach watching her do all the same things to another man… a man that wasn’t him.

Leaning back, he meets her eyes, still dark, still hungry. Majima’s good eye darts to her lips, plump and covered in a hideous, gaudy pink shade that didn’t suit her at all. He was half tempted right then and there to kiss it all off, just to return her to her natural glory.

Still playing the game Majima had abandoned a long time ago, she smiles, “What do you say, Kiryu-san? Can’t we have some fun?”

Hearing her say his name again was just enough to pull Majima from his daze. Tapping her hip, that he previously had been gripping for dear life, he mutters to her, “Alright, get up, this isn’t gonna work.”

Hiromi instantly stops her motions, furrowing her brow at her boss, “Wait- what?”

Majima, with a bit of difficulty, and reluctance, pushes his assistant off him, sending her stumbling onto the velvet where she previously sat. “I said this ain’t gonna work, girly.” Standing up he glances over her body once more, taking in all the curves, “Kiryu ain’t gonna fall for all that. The guy may be a pervert but he ain’t stupid.”

Sitting up as fast as she can Hiromi shakes her head, “What do you mean? Was I doing something wrong? Maybe I could try again. Was it too much?” she sputters, desperate to please her boss.

Was it too much? Majima scoffs internally. She nearly was grinding against him and she had the audacity to ask if it was too much. Fact of the matter was, she was way too good at this, Kiryu wouldn’t have stood a chance. Five more minutes and Majima himself would have lost control.

Waving his hand to quell her blabbing, Majima shakes his head, still trying to pull himself back to reality. “Nah, it’s useless. We’ll have to think of something else. Yer just not cut out fer this, dollface,” he lies.

Hanging her head in defeat she sighs, “I’m sorry, Majima-san, I really was trying.”

Sighing himself, Majima feels a pang of guilt, “Don’t worry about it.” His eye falls to the hem of her dress that had ridden up a little too high. Finding it hard to breathe looking at her, he turns away, “Why don’t ya go get changed? That old thing is ugly as fuck anyway.”

Hiromi nods, standing up and smoothing her dress down, “Yes, sir,” she states. Before she turns to leave, she looks down at herself one more time. She chuckles once then glances to Majima, “It’s a shame no one will get to see it, though… In fact, it might actually look pretty good on you, Majima-san.”

At that comment, a lightbulb shines in Majima’s head. He darts his attention back to his assistant, eyeing the pink leather dress. “Say that again, Hiromi-chan,” he commands.

Her smile falls, face contorting in confusion again. She slowly repeats herself, “‘It might actually look pretty good on you?’”

Of course, Majima thought. If Hiromi couldn’t get Kiryu to fight him, Majima could. What in this world would piss Kiryu off more than embarrassing him in front of an entire cabaret club by having drinks with a yakuza in drag? And if that didn’t work, Majima knew he could think of something on the fly.

“Hiromi-chan,” Majima starts, “Yer a genius, I could kiss you right now.”

Her eyes go wide as her face goes dark with a blush, “You could... kiss me?”

Realizing what he just said, Majima nervously rubs the back of his neck, “Jeez, it’s just a figure of speech. I just mean... oh nevermind... come here a sec. I wanna see somethin’.”

Doing as she’s told, Hiromi walks up to her boss meekly. Majima moves to stand beside her, comparing his height and build to hers. Seeing how similar they were, he asks, “Say, Hiromi-chan, looks like we’re about the same size.”

She only nervously nods, “Why, yes, sir. I’m a rather large woman and, with no offense to you, you’re a rather slim man. It isn’t too far fetched to think we’d be a similar size.”

Grabbing her shoulders, Majima shoves her towards the back of the club, to the dressing room. “Great, now go take that thing off… and hand it to me when yer done.”

“Hand it to… you?”

***

After a long hour of doing his hair and makeup, Majima came out of the dressing room looking like a new man or in this case… woman.

While he may not have had the assets to fill the garment out, Hiromi couldn’t deny that it indeed fit him like a glove. Not to mention, the pink faux snakeskin looked so much better on him.

Arms crossed as she watches him prance around, fully drowning himself in his new character, Hiromi shakes her head in disbelief, “I had no idea this is what you had in mind as a backup plan but… color me impressed, sir. This might just be your greatest scheme yet.”

With a feminine chuckle Majima flutters his eyelashes, “Why, thank you Hiromi-chan.” Stopping for a moment, he looks into the mirror, a scowl on his face, “Just need a name to match this pretty face.”

Perking back up, he whips around, “I got one. Goromi.” Gesturing between them, he nods, “It’s my name and your name put together. What could be more perfect?”

Hiromi nods, chuckling, “Very clever, sir.” Turning her wrist over, she checks her watch, “Majima-san, it’s getting late, should I phone Kiryu-san and have him swing by?”

A manic grin spreads across Majima’s lips, the anticipation of violence making him giddy. “Do it. I think it’s time for Goromi to make her debut…”

#majima goro x reader #goro majima x reader #goromi #majima goro x ofc #goro majima x ofc #hope you all enjoy :)

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the-mandalorian-clone-lover · 3 years

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Have you considered like... A hybrid of punk/ goth where it's a lot of ripped jeans, safety pinned things, but also could be flannels and graphic tees

"For instance, I considered myself goth in high school, fully embraced the fingerless black lace gloves, combat boots, black makeup. But I also encorporated some aspects of punk (graphic tees, flannels, etc.) So it kinda ended up being a little grunge esque. But that's an easy look to do on a budget. "

That sounds more like me now? I do wear flannels and combat boots (but in a more I grew up on a farm type way 😂) so maybe I kind of jump off of that? Just add some more eyeliner ? I've been trying to see what the "staple pieces" are for goths (use like in general) but the most I've found is fishnets and black, maybe I Google flannel goth and see what I get 😂😂

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ladychandraofthemoone · 3 years

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“Stressed out? Who’s stressed out? I’m fine. This is fine. I haven’t slept since I began working on the next two weeks of homework. This is fine.”

WIP of teenager Penny (Maybe around 14-17)!! She had natural purple hair in different shades before dying the up and middle parts many shades of pink as a first sign of rebellion from people’s expectations as she still puts her hair in a neat mini box braids in a bun while still covering her right eye due to her childhood incident.

I still need to add her ears and maybe practice more of my braids (i’m so sorry if I screwed up, shading as Penny’s hair is very hard to figure out when color is which i gotta fix the hair and head. Her pose and outfit is inspired by Trainer Dawn’s (the top being purposefully cutted to show her asymmetrical) and young Cynthia’s poses by souji/shigino sohuzi which her pose is inspired from

She’s wears lot of space theme outfits and some motifs with clocks and moons as her name means “moon goddess” opposite of Phoibos,( she once wore a sun and moon themed kimono during a festival with Phoibos and it was one of the few times he genuinely smiled, like it was small but there), even then she began to wear more goth clothing (fake goth as a middle finger to the folks who put a lot of pressure on her, not her mums) and loves shades of pink and purple with her black and gold clothing since it doesn’t clash with her hair to show her side of professionalism.

She was still painfully insecurities and socially awkward, preferring to spend time in the library or hidden away from her classmates in the darkest corners of the school or outside behind many shrubs and trees where unlike Phoibos, preferred the company of Pokemon as they’re easier to understand and don’t judge her for her eye or how she panics on what to say to strangers like how some students think she’s a witch due to her quiet shy personality and even some adults tell her that she’s an “assistant to Giratina”,(doesn’t help when she starts her goth phrase, people freaked out at her makeup,being her black mascara, eyeliner, lipstick and dark purple eyeshadow though she changed it to pink lipstick to match her hair and insisted that she liked giratina.

Even though she never hang out with people her age a she would go ou of her way to avoid conflict and fights, she would succumb to peer pressure which stems from her desperation of being liked and wanting to please everyone, being much of a pushover and doormat which got her to be taken advantage of thanks to her love/hate image of her eye since that’s all people saw her as that, a mistake, even with her buying contact lenses, makeup can’t always hide the scar she received, she’s that girl who got straight a’s, did the extra credit and does all the homework early even the one not due and a bit of a teacher’s pet but still is rather looked down upon by some due to her eye

Though when she looked Phoibos, whose’s eyes were pure white that one who assume he was blind. Not just that but also his eyebrows and hair combined with his eye bags on his lovely pale skin, Penny called his eyes were like moonstones glittering under the moon, Cheesy she knows but for the small smile and light blush on his face, it was worth it…

In her teens she was inspired by Jagged Stone and Chandra with plaid skirts, garter belts, shredded fishnet stockings, fingless gloves, chokers and t-shirts that are covered in graphic designs like supportive words in kanji, bands, pokeball designs and of course, space but mostly moon and stars designs as she nejoy watching the contsellations and planets with Phoibos in their min clubhouse and telescope she got for her birthday since Celestic town was slowly getting bigger think game and anime size with some small houses but also has the research lab where her grandmother is the region’s professor but also wears those furry turtleneck sweaters with a cool design.

Even as she got older it wasn’t that bad but She is an obsessive perfectionist workaholic and often studies, trains, and exercises to the point of collapse her pokemon often making sure she ate and slept combined with her crippling anxiétés with most being over her lament of her lost friendship with Phoibos who has strayed to a dark path of destruction, being forced to fight him even as he insited she joined him in his “perfect” world before deciding to end her “misery” with a “mercy kill” (though she has how his fists shaked and their was aslight quiver in his voice) and leaving him behind in the Distortion World to rot.

Giratina still lets her visit as she was fond of him/it and actually gushed for a few moments once properly meeting Giratina, she often sends supplies to Phoibos and wrote many letters but doesn’t know how to tell him when she actually does visit since she did punch and kick him plus his jealousy issues of her. Though they will talk about it leading to Phoibos having an emotional breakdown and sobbing his eyes out as Penny wraps him in a hug, so he’s terrified of harming her and others, is very touched starved and strives to be better, he still cries over the scars he or other people gave her Despite her obsessive tendencies, Penny is utterly dedicated to the her region and has a very strong sense of justice, loyalty and is still very well loved as she has the warmth and kindness a good leader should even though she is socially awkward and internally panics at the sight she’s slipping up. Though she is a huge multitasker even though she will slowly crack to pressure though it will take a while for them to show until she breaks down in private, but her pokemon comfort her

She’s misses those times… times of them talking endlessly for hours infodumping on each other, in a meadow of sunflowers and moonflowers when she gave him a friendship bracelet with a sun charm for his birthday while she made herself a matching bracelet with a moon charm, she misses them reading next to each other and one of them falling asleep on the other’s shoulder, her apologizing for talking too much and him watching her with fond eyes as he tells her it’s ok and let’s her finish talking about the latest chapter of Sinnoh history or when he creates a machine, she didn’t think she was considered to be liked, never thought about, if it ruined their friendship…and now it’s too late

#submission #penny rolling #champion penny rolling #penny rolling ml #champion penny #she's still a mythology nerd with huge deep inseurcites #she loves folkore and often had her mom tells her family stories #but also mostlt dragon stories of dialga and palkia #and giratina who she adored #giratina in returned liked her as well #going with the cynthia cyrus route of them being childhood friends #maybe they would be together once they talk over their problems #but their circles aren't supportive or r supportive for the wrong reasons #like her circle is that they had their dealt of villains that tried to kill them or destroy #their regions and grams innocent people and pokemon #they try to be supportive but they worry for her safety #the villains are like ‘use her to #get revenge and get important info’ like he doesn’t #want to lose her trust #hurt her or put her in her stress and refuses to #cause then he would be backstabbing her and betraying her since he does care #a lot about her and loves her #it’s like mizukishipping Cynthia/Cyrus shipping #pokemon au #ml pokemon au #ml pokemon #miraculous #miraculous pokemon au #miraculous pokemon #just her I tried

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banschivs · 4 years

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– CHARACTER STUDY.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟏. : THE OUTSIDE.

NAME : Nix (legally a Jane Doe) EYE COLOUR : pale blue. HAIR STYLE / COLOUR : white-blonde with dark roots, with hints that it’s been either lilac or pale blue in the past, shoulder length, extremely ratty, often unwashed unless she breaks into your house for a shower while you’re at work. HEIGHT : 5′8, add a couple inches for the boots. CLOTHING STYLE : she’s dressed herself from clothes bins and robberies, the only thing that’s likely to change up is the t-shirt beneath the leather jacket, she keeps the one she’s wearing until it’s unwearable anymore then finds herself another. skinny black jeans that have been stitched up or in some areas taped up by Nix herself, and a pair of heavy biker boots. Can usually find a bullet garland around her hips or occasionally across her chest. look’s finished off by a thigh-holster and usually a duffel bag. does also ‘own’ a tan trench coat. wears several chunky rings -most notably a skull on her her middle right- and sometimes finger-less fishnet gloves. BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE : her eyes pull you in, particularly when enhanced by black eyeliner and shadow. beyond that her features are particularly angular and striking, if not completely conventional. she comes to a point at the tip of her nose. solid bone structure.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟐. : THE INSIDE.

FEARS : fire. namely, explosions resulting in fire. this triggers a catatonic state in her and has done since she was eight years old. usually kicks her fight or flight instinct up to 100. she can black out. is the result of severe trauma. GUILTY PLEASURE : she’s not overly guilty about the few sick pleasures she does have. BIGGEST PET PEEVE : anything that slows her down; nix isn’t great at just sitting, or walking behind someone who isn’t in a rush. that in particular. move out the fuckin’ way. AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE : she doesn’t look too far ahead but the goal is to finish the tournament Skizm hired her into, make out with her money and her cleared record, and hopefully have some answers to the murder of her family. closure, i suppose, in a sense. she wants to be able to completely disappear.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟑. : THOUGHTS.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP : she’s usually in pain after sleep. while waked she’s extremely good at compartmentalising what she’s feeling physically. being unconscious usually allows whatever injuries she’s suffered to catch up with her - anything from concussion to broken bones to bullet wounds. it takes her a long while to move in the morning unless something forces her to bolt. WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST : her mind’s somewhat scattered, but she picks up details across the spectrum, she’s on a sharp edge of paranoia nigh-constantly, be that from the coke or just her general situation it’s unclear, but she’s constantly sweeping the area around her, counting exists, defensible positions. she doesn’t allow herself to look further inward; her subconscious deals mostly with anything beyond her violent pragmatism. WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED : she never really sets herself down to sleep, she’s only ever just resting her body. where she drops, she sleeps, which means often there’s an element of massive discomfort just as she drifts off. WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS : nothing.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟒. : WHAT’S BETTER ?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES : has never dated. TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : she gets little of either, but does remember snippets of her childhood where she was loved, or she thinks she was loved. respected, though, because she’s long-since abandoned the other idea. BEAUTY OR BRAINS : usually she’s moving too fast or her mind’s too far off to actually notice people first, so brains, i guess? is controlled by a group of people who seem keen on their own wacky, fucked-up look, so brains would make a change. DOGS OR CATS : she’s met more cats that dogs, strays mainly. thinks they’re cute. cats, then.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟓. : DO THEY…

LIE : can easily, but is also not against a good cold truth. will lie to protect herself if need be, but isn’t afraid to hurt feelings or cause an uproar with a good truth. BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES : some paint her as over-confident. but it’s fair, she’s top of the leaderboard. believes in herself where that’s concerned, not necessarily as a human being. BELIEVE IN LOVE : again, long discarded the idea for herself. has spent the majority of her life in forced isolation, so rather lacks an understanding of the notion. but yes, again, can remember snippets of childhood, the love of her mother maybe, briefly. never knows if she’s making it up. WANT SOMEONE : unsure.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟔. : HAVE THEY EVER…

BEEN ON STAGE : not physically, only the skizm stage. DONE DRUGS : is currently addicted to cocaine. CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN : she has no identity, doesn’t even have a name. if you’re nothing then there’s nothing to change. she hasn’t purposefully changed anything about herself, but has adapted to suit her surroundings, built her nature on that adaptation. she doesn’t know who she would’ve grown up to be.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟕. : FAVOURITES.

FAVOURITE COLOURS : pink, lilac, black FAVOURITE ANIMAL : cat. again, only animal she’s really met-met. FAVOURITE BOOK : doesn’t read. can read, is educated to a degree, but doesn’t read. FAVOURITE GAME : Skizm? only game she’s ever taken part in. and she’s winning, so it’s not terrible.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟖. : FINISH THE SENTENCE.

I LOVE : nothing. I FEEL : nothing. I HIDE : nothing. I MISS : nothing. I WISH : nothing.

TAGGED BY : @jokethur, mwah !! TAGGING : crickets.

#☠ abt. ⋙ 𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠.

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sonipanda · 5 years

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Roll on Fishnet Friyay in a brand which I have not been in for so long! Levante is a pretty nice brand when it comes to hosiery – and what makes it even better is that it’s affordable and you get quality too!

Now my little pairing was done with some super killer heels yesterday – I said to myself: “Let’s spice it up a little and do something I haven’t done before” and voila! Out comes this gorgeous black number!

The Spec

Colour: Nero / Black

Size: Medium

Denier: Around 50

Materials: 88% Polyamide, 12% Elastane

Price: £7.99

Website: UKTights – Levante Micronet Tights

My Outfit

Now I know this looks like some funeral outfit, but I gotta say I love it. Proper classy and it makes such a statement without even trying! I wore my off-the-shoulder dress paired with a drop down choker necklace and added some fancy heels to the mix. You can easily wear plain court shoes or sandals, but I wanted to go a little extra and wore some statement heels to finish off the look.

My Deets

Dress: Femme Luxe

Tights: Levante

Heels: River Island

Necklace: Gifted

The Review

From The Website: Fine net tights very popular for people who like the smaller fishnet look. As a chic evening statement or a savvy day look they encapsulate perennial style.

* Fine net * Excellent value * 88% Polyamide * 12% Elastane

The Packaging: very vintage looking – and I love it! The front shows the model wearing the tights, along with the brand and model name, including size.

The back doesn’t go into much detail to be honest; it’s more about the sizing guide and hosiery care.

When you get in, you will find these flat packed and wrapped around plain card. They do feel slightly rough to touch, but I am hoping they won’t be so bad on the legs later!

Getting Them On: okay so there is very minimal elastic in these, which means they will feel quite rough gliding up the legs. It’s nothing that would irritate or make them itch, but it’s a different type of material which I am not certainly used to.

I did my usual scrunch and roll technique, making sure I take care over anklets and not tugging too hard up the legs.

On The Legs: okay so these are a medium, which I wasn’t too sure how it was gonna go. However I must say that these are such a gorgeous fit and really do hug the legs well. I thought I would have needed a small (as that’s my usual size) but actually I’m glad I got to try the medium as these fit me perfectly – which makes me wonder if the small would have been a little too tight?

The quality of these are great; I did manage to catch it in one area before, so you will see a little mishap on one of the legs in a photo below. Otherwise these have been absolutely great! There is hardly any stretch in these, so you will need to tug a little here and there, but do take care in doing so, so you don’t end up creating any unwanted holes.

The fit as I mentioned before, is just wonderful. They really do hug the legs well and stay in place all day. As they don’t have shiny coating or anything, you won’t find these moving against the legs when you walk. If anything, they just stay put until you roll them down.

The feel of them are still slightly rough, but they don’t irritate the legs at all let me add. I thought after being in them for a few hours they might, but actually they don’t at all. These can be quite easily to catch, so do be careful when you’re in them (I had to take extra care as I’m always bumping into things).

Now these nets are slightly different to fishnets, as they are super micro. This means that you get more of a solid look rather than the sheerness peering through. I do love that sometimes as this makes them more appropriate for work than most fishnets –

“sexy yet classy is the perfect way to describe them”

The Toes & Ankle: have a cute little plain reinforcement strip going across, which makes it slightly harder to wear open toe sandals (like mine) with them, but I just didn’t care today – I rolled with it.

They are a lovely fit around the toes and feet as well, and these don’t move at all once they’re on. Once again like the legs, they can feel slightly rough, but it’s something that you will get used to once you start walking in them and taking your mind off it.

As you can see around the ankles, it’s a lovely smooth finish.

The Waistband: is a real good one! I have loved being in these all day; they have not only stayed up so well around the waist, but they are so comfortable to be in and they actually don’t feel like you’re wearing one.

It’s quite slim compared to some tights I have worn in the past, but they fit really well. I was slightly worried when I saw they were a medium, but in actual fact they fit like a glove.

My Thoughts?

Honestly I love these. I was hesitant with these being a medium, but actually they were the perfect fit, which means a small would have been quite tight. I would recommend maybe going one size up due to the lack of elasticity in these ensuring you get more of a comfortable fit.

Otherwise I absolutely love them and they were so nice to be in!

Levante Micronet Tights Roll on Fishnet Friyay in a brand which I have not been in for so long! Levante is a pretty nice brand when it comes to hosiery - and what makes it even better is that it's affordable and you get quality too!

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