#and how they were changing shapes and colors (though it was hard to see the colors with the naked eye) and the intensity of the glow
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Aurora Borealis over Iowa. April 23rd-24th, 2023
#I'm still so amazed that I got to see this last night my heart is filled with childlike wonder and amazement whenever I think about it#I was so surprised to actually see how fast the waves move in person it was almost like there was a strobe light illuminating them#and how they were changing shapes and colors (though it was hard to see the colors with the naked eye) and the intensity of the glow#after being out there for about 20 minutes they slowly shifted to being above us and it was just magical to look up and see them#man am I lucky to have had the opportunity to see this last night I've always wanted to see them since I learned about them as a kid#someday I'll go somewhere where you can see their full colors and intensity :']#aurora borealis#northern lights#iowa#weather
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ᐯᗩGGIE ᗩᑎᗪ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᒪIE ᖇEᗪEᔕIGᑎ
These two are simpler than the angel dust design I did since I didn't have a lot to go off of. Posted on Valentine's Day because yes I can.
I don't think Charlie is significantly different from her Pilot design because I genuinely think it was the best design from the cast (before the redesign).
Thoughts below, though TW for the creepy charlie image at the end:
My issues with their Original designs:
Vaggie:
The giant "X" over her eye is really distracting and even world-breaking because
1. Why had no one put 2 and 2 together that the only character in Hell who has a visible 'X' mark on her face might be related to the angels who also sport that X mark on their faces.
2. Why is it shaped like an X? Her eye was taken out via a single slash.
3. If the hair's purpose was to cover it, why would it show through it? What's the point of the hair then?
The hair that was supposed to cover that wounded eye looked so ugly and confused as to what it should be doing. I mean every shot that showed that thing in a sideview shot of Vaggie felt like the animators had to make their own guesses as to how that was supposed to look like. It was distracting for me personally and I hated it so much.
It's been said over and over again, but her clothes look like she works at McDonalds. I get needing to change her outfit so that she looks like she works at the hotel, but it's just been poorly designed.
Why change her clothes' colors from white to red? the white helped her stand out from Hell and the Hotel's majority red background. (In the finale, she at least has a non-red attire)
She's also one of the very few women in HH and she falls under the skinny stick side of it despite being an angel exterminator.
Her hair is kind of hard to visualize looking at in any way other than what it is when it's static. However, when it changed into a ponytail or a bob, it's actually really nice to look at.
Unsure of what that bow's purpose is for the design.
Charlie:
Charlie is a simple but very confused design. The pilot design was a lot more coherent than the current show design
It's disappointing to see the bouncy Pilot hair go and be replaced by that boring bubble braid of all things.
Her undershirt peaks out of her tuxedo.... why???? to separate the top jacket and the pants? You wouldn't need to do that if her pants were a different color like the pilot design.
Thought about it and was confused, as a demon with an angelic father, why didn't she have wings as well? She didn't need the 6 wings like Lucifer but maybe a pair of one would appear?
Out of all the characters for the show's redesign, Her's was by far the MOST infuriating to me. Her pilot design wasn't perfect but it was good, they had to downgrade her for some reason.
I didn't have much to say about Charlie. it basically sums up to "the Pilot design was better".
On to the thought process for these two:
Valerie the fallen:
Yes, she got a rename. Sue me.
I had to remove the moth aspect of her design because it doesn't seem like it makes sense for a heaven-born to follow the sinner's rule of "gaining features based on the life you lived" since she basically never lived right?
In this redesign (and eventual rewrite), Valerie is not ashamed of her exterminator background. In fact, she was known as the most recent "fallen" in hell. her short stature doesn't make her less of a threat to the demons.
She's also visually thick with muscle because why not let one of the show's women have a body type that isn't stick-thin?
She's using the wings that were torn off of her as both an interesting article of clothing and as a way to remind others and her that she is (or more accurately 'was') an angel who could kill them if she wanted to.
Her clothes are pure black underneath the pale feathers to show that while she is an "angel", deep down, she is far from a good person.
She's also getting an actual skin color because from what I gathered myself from the show's heaven. Most of the souls there still retain a human appearance (Adam, Lute, St. Peter, and the other random human angels up there still look human..... but just don't mind the fact that most of them are white.)
Her hair is that ponytail she had in the finale because as much as I didn't like that episode, some designs looked actually decent.
Also, her hair actually covers the eye scar properly.
I wanted to keep her ribbon as a splash of brightness on her design but the OG ribbon looks a little out of place on a warrior so It became that (Plus it pays homage to her OG moth influence with its shape looking like the fluffy antennas of the moth)
Gave the spearhead a little bit of detail on it plus a chipped side so that it has a bit of charm as an old weapon she still decides to keep around.
A note about Valerie's design is that I haven't tackled the armor of angels yet so I was unsure of what pieces of the undesigned armor to give Valerie as of now.
Charlie:
I honestly actually enjoyed her Pilot hair, so I tried to put it back and also simplify it a bit so there are not a lot of strands for me to keep track of. Plus it was a genuinely cute design for her. (There's a reason that version was used in the Verbalase video.) <- I'M JOKING
Replaced her button nose with a goat's because a friend has commented how it looked like the noses of the women in a Goofy Movie and I will never be able to unsee that.
Her hair is also a lot brighter compared to her washed-out blonde color.
She has the same design thought process as Valerie, Covering the darkness of her true nature with white fluffy fur which is stylized like feathers at its ends. She has pitch-black skin underneath and looks like a proper nightmarish demon like the image below.
I ditched the tuxedo look, since almost all the cast has a similar outfit already, and gave her a jumpersuit instead. (Idk what it's really called but that's what I think it is). It's a light grey because she's a mix of bad and good (though a bright grey because she prefers to be on the good side)
Her horns are there and visible because yeah it's cute but also helps her read as the half-angel/half-demon character she is.
Tiny goat tail because can you imagine every time Valerie holds the rare angel smile of approval, her tail is visibly wagging in glee and excitement???? My heart would die. I love these lesbians with my life.
Has wings from her father.
Anyways, those are my thoughts and redesigns... I wanted to add more details to them but I didn't really know what to add that didn't feel unnecessary.
Also bonus! Concept art of Charlie's true form:
#vivziepop critical#hazbin hotel redesign#hazbin hotel criticism#hazbin hotel critical#deadbeat motel rewrite#deadbeat motel redesign#deadbeat motel charlie#deadbeat motel valerie
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day 16 ; toys
↠ nami x reader
fandom: one piece
word count: 1.1k
warnings: nsfw 18+, fem!reader, sub!reader, nipple clamps, vibrator, fingering
kinktober m.list || read on ao3
You never expected to join up with the Straw Hat Pirates, but after some thorough convincing from Luffy, you didn’t hesitate to accept his offer. It was all worth it though, because it led you to meeting your girlfriend, Nami.
Speaking of your girlfriend, you were eagerly awaiting her arrival back on the Going Merry, as she told you she was going to get you a surprise as a departure from the island you were on.
“And what are you doing over here?” Usopp approaches you from where you stand, looking for Nami by the village’s entrance.
You sigh, knowing what he was going to start doing. Usopp was always teasing you about how much you were head over heels for Nami.
“Yes?” You ask, unamused.
A smirk crosses Usopp’s face. “Oh, nothing,” he starts in a singsong tone. “Just wondering what’s so important for you to be waiting over here so eagerly.” He mimics you in a high pitched voice. “Oh, no, wherever has my dear Nami gone? I can’t do anything without her!”
“Hey!” You smack his shoulder. “I do not sound like that.”
“It’s exactly what I hear from you.” Zoro opens an eye, clearly only pretending to sleep to hear you get ragged on.
“Leave her alone you brute!” Sanji yells from behind the bar. “A lady should never be teased for her romantic affections!”
While Sanji was well-intended, his comment made you blush even more. Although the whole crew knew you and Nami were together, you were a naturally reserved person and having all of your personal business out there like that was quite embarrassing.
Zoro rolls his eyes and goes back to “sleeping.”
“Don’t worry! Nami will be back soon!” Your captain was oblivious as ever to the teasing of your crewmates.
You give him a small smile, ignoring the snickering from Usopp behind you. “Thanks, Luffy.”
You finally catch a glimpse of your girlfriend’s bright hair, and her satchel is clearly more stuffed than when she got off the ship. You weren’t going to question what methods she used to get them.
“Nami!” You run up to her and hug her, burying your face in her neck. She laughs and pulls you back into the ship. “I still can’t believe you wouldn’t let me come along with you.” You pouted as she just laughed and squeezed your cheek. “You left me alone with these bozos.”
You hear a faint hey! come from Usopp before Nami shuts the door to your room.
“Well, I had a surprise that I wanted to get for you.” Nami begins to remove her satchel. “Something I want us to try right now.”
She begins to remove the new items from her satchel. All of them are unfamiliar to you, varying in different shapes, sizes, and colors. You pick up a chain with what looks like two clothespins attached to each hand.
“This—” she moves her hand under your shirt, caressing your breasts. “Attaches to these.” Her fingertips ghost your nipples, now hard and pressing against the fabric of your top.
“Oh.” Your heart flutters widely in your chest. Nami and you have done some exploring in the past, but all of it has been simple and sweet, with no use from toys like the ones she had scattered across her bed.
Nami tugs at the bottom of your shirt, and you lift up your arms, allowing her to take it off you with ease. It causes your breasts to spill out and Nami throws your shirt aside to palm them as she lowers to kiss you.
You close your eyes and lean your body into the kiss, relishing in the softness of your girlfriend’s lips on yours. Suddenly cool metal meets your nipples. You jolt from the shock of the temperature change and the unexpected pressure put on them. When you look down, you see that Nami has attached each side of the clamps to your chest. You couldn’t really describe the feeling that they gave you
“That feels,” you start as Nami moves you to lay on the bed, “really good.” She places you on your back, crawling on top of you. You see her reach for something else, what looks like a long, thick wand.
She notices your curious stare. “It’s called a vibrator,” she answers your unspoken question. “I’m sure you can figure out what it does.” She clicks a button at the base and the object starts vibrating, a low buzzing sound coming from it.
Nami tugs on the clamps gently, causing you to arch your back into her and gasp. “I don’t like how I’m the only one without a shirt on,” you tease. She laughs and uses her free hand to tug off her tank top. She lowers herself to kiss you again, her breasts providing a warmth the clamps don’t give you.
Nami begins to trail kisses down your jaw, to your neck, and eventually your chest. She bites hard around your breasts, sure to leave hickeys behind. You moan from the pleasure, until she moves down to your nipples.
“Oh, fuck!” The harsher tug as she grabs onto them has your lower half throbbing even more, the heat and wetness becoming more noticeable.
Nami moves her hand down your shorts and underwear, playing with your wet folds. “You ready?”
You reply with an enthusiastic nod.
She pulls down your undergarments, leaving you fully nude. She takes the vibrator in her hand and places it right on your clit. The pleasure draws out a long string of whines from you.
Nami grins. “You like it?” She applies more pressure and you gasp from the action.
“Yes, yes, please,” you beg, bucking your hips closer to her. “Need it,” you moan. Your arms flail looking for stability. You manage to grasp onto Nami’s arm, the one currently not teasing you. “Nami!” You moan out. Your body writhes in need, a wanton moan leaving your lips.
“Aww.” Nami coos, but you can hear the smile in her voice. “Poor baby, can’t handle it?”
“S-shut up,” you manage to moan out.
She laughs and begins to tease you with her fingers. The vibrations from the toy and Nami’s fingers curling in you, hitting spots that make you see stars, is more than you can stand. It doesn’t take you long to reach your end.
Nami brings her fingers, glistening with your release, up to mouth and licks them clean. As you pant heavily, feeling the aftereffects of your orgasm, she kisses your cheek.
“Did so well for me.” You can’t help the heat that rises to your face.
“But we're not done just yet.” Nami bares her teeth in a playful smile. “There’s still more toys we need to get through.”
You quiver in anticipation for what’s to come.
#kinktober#kinktober 2023#one piece#one piece x reader#nami x reader#one piece smut#opla x reader#opla nami x reader#opla nami#one piece live action#one piece live action x reader
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okay, what if, reader (james gf) got jealous of lily tutoring james and told james abt it and james tells her "i would never date anyone else other than you" and also "you have all rights over me. you OWN me." and then smut where they're kissing, and reader suddenly says stop and james DOES stop to prove that he belongs to her???
hi honey <3
i'm sorry it took so much time to get around the request, but here you are, i hope you like it xoxo.
dark red
pairing(s)- james potter x reader
warning(s)- stupid teenagers in love, 18+ content.
a/n- uggh it was so hard to find proper pictures for the header, my feed is full of sirius black shit 💀🫢
ps- dark red is so james potter coded. (he dances on chammak challo, don't ask me how i know okay now bye)
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only you, my girl, only you, babe
only you, darling, only you
'hey, darling,' your boyfriends' voice echoes in your ears. your eyes sink deeper into the words printed upon the paper of the book you'd been reading. they seemed like plain words on paper, which made no sense as your mind subconsciously made note that the one you loved so dearly was near you.
he sunk beside your bed, his quidditch sweater hugging his body in a form fitting way. he runs his finger through his curls, the familiar flowery, damp smell escalating off his body which burned your heart. through your peripherals, you see him smiling, a subtle hint of color on his brown skin. you feel the mattress sink beside your legs, as he pushes his legs into the silk duvet you were covered by. his fingers roam over your feet, applying a comforting amount of pressure.
he hums mindlessly under his breath, and you shift under the warmth of the duvet. you flip the book shut, keeping it on your nightstand. you free your feet from james's grasp, sitting up, moving closer to him. you stare at his face as you sit in front of him, knees touching.
'honey?' you whisper, nibbling at your bottom lip. it's like a sudden change of atmosphere, as he places his hand on your thigh, and he's staring at you, his brown eyes scanning yours.
'where were you?' you ask, even though you know the answer. his demeanor changes slightly, as he furrows his eyebrow. he'd told sirius to inform you about his tutoring session with lily. did the prick not tell you, he wonders.
'i was with lily,' he replies. you respond with a curt nod, biting your lip.
'because you needed academic help am i right?' you inquire. he swipes his tongue over his teeth,
'yes m'love,' he responds. you're not sure how to frame your next statement. the air feels stuffy around the both of you, and you intertwine your finger with his curl. his finger draws mindless shapes on your thigh.
'james,-' you begin, a heavy breath leaving your mouth, '-i'm gonna need you to stop these tutoring sessions with lily.' your mouth feels dry as you spill out the words from your throat. his eyes widen,
'i'm in heavy need of help in potions! otherwise i might fail!' he protests. you stare at him, stubborn to not let him dodge your demand.
'you're a fucking illegal animagus. what do you need help with potter?'
'well brewing a sleeping potion- hang on what's all this about?' he inquires, his former statement unheard.
'you know very well,'
'no i don't, enlighten me.'
'god are you really that daft?'
'if you think so, yes.'
'i'm fucking jealous, potter!'
his eyes widen with realization. as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water all over his face. his hands grasp your face in a swift move, his eyes boring into yours. he's breathless, your confession firing a puddle of guilt into which his heart drowns into. he treats you like a fragile piece of glass as if you'd break if he said the wrong words.
'jealous? because i liked her previously?' he questions, his forehead touching yours. your eyes burn with anger, with a clandestine stab upon your heart,
'yes,'
in a swift move, you're on your back, pinned to the mattress, his lips roaming into your mouth, as his mind screeches screams of guilt, an urge which echoes in his head, to prove to you that he was yours. just yours.
he bites your lip, pushing his leg between your thighs, and you moan, the rough fabric of his trouser providing you a lewd friction against your crotch.
'james,' you slur, huffed breaths leaving your mouth. he furrows his eyebrows,
'god,-' he holds your face closer to his, resting his forehead on yours, 'i'd never date anyone but you,-' he plants a soft kiss over your nose, '-god, i love you so fucking much.' he completes. his confession breaks through soft words, paired with broken breaths.
'i love you too, i'm sorry i doub-' he places his finger over your swollen lip, shushing you.
'let me show you how much i love you? let me show you i'm yours? just yours? let me show you how you have total rights over me?' he questions. you nod your head, and with your approval, he unbuttons your shirt.
*****
your nails rake on his bare chest, as he pushes his cock deep into your sopping cunt. you bottom down on his cock, your cunt throbbing. it was like high, as his hand place themselves on your hips, his rutting into yours. your breasts bounce deliciously within his vision, as he thrusts into you.
you pepper kisses all over his chest as he thrusts into you, his cock hitting your g-spot so perfectly, you feel like you'd drool. you gasp as his finger rubs over your swollen clit, rolling your eyes back, curling your toes as you feel the orgasm within you bubbling with a vigorous hotness which creeps all over your body. goosebumps erupt on your skin as his hot breath gazes over your skin,
'i'm yours, all yours, my girl,' he assures. you bite your lip,
'you're all mine. fucking mine.' you respond. he gasps at your words, and your walls clench around his cock, as your rub your clit. your orgasm bubbles within you, and consumes you from within, tearing into every cell of your body. it's as if you're on fire, as you feel the coil in your stomach tightens. it's as if you're glowing with lust, as your heart beats against your ribcage. it was like a shattering carnal desire to authorize your ownership over him.
'you're all m-mine- i fucking own you,' you moan, your lips meeting his, as you consume him, consume the feeling of his cock, consume the warmth of his touch, consume the cozy feeling of his words.
'only yours, my girl,' he says against your lips.
it's a dwindling mercurial high, a paradise shaking and pacing with your heartbeats, as the both of you release together, the mixture of cum and yours leaking through your sopping cunt.
#james potter fluff#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter#marauders#james potter x reader#james potter imagine#marauders era#marauders headcanon#the marauders#james potter x you#james potter smut#james potter one shot#james potter fic#james potter x regulus black#marauders fanfiction#james potter fanfiction
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Okay so last night I was having an "art style panic"? I guess you could call it that? But I was feeling really bad, so i started drawing other peoples art styles and picking points and peaces out of it!
I did this last night when I was really tired and i used a pen so the drawings may not be how i usually do my drawings haha
Ok so first up we have @emjoyzhos-ej !! I recently just found your account but you have a very cool style!!
•Your skull shape is very unique, very rectangle
•your lines are very sketchy (most people I follow have this trait in their art..)
•when you color it looks like you mayy have rook inspiration from itsxroxannex? Idk i wrote that down, maybe it's not true but I guess i thought that last night
But I love your style! Your art is so cool and I had fun trying to replicate it!
Next we have @milkybnnuy ! Omg so I really like you!! Your art is sooo good
•You draw a lot of fell, so i made the drawing of killer like how you made that one fell killer drawing
•when you color you have a very paintly-style and that's cool!!
•your skull shape reminds me of an egg (i guess thats why i said "egg head" last night)
Up in the top I wrote "I did not replicate your art properly enough," and that's true! Your art is so unique and different from what i usually drew so i had a hard time replicating it! But nonetheless, i had a fun time trying and hope you ain't disappointed lol
Btw- I really like the way you draw your fuzz on hoods!! So satisfying to look at!
And now we go onto @voidzphere !
I've followed you for a while, and you're cool to be around and I like when you post! Though i had a hard time finding the art hidden around, I still was able to replicate it (luckily i chose to draw killer for this haha)
•so I see that you usually draw/post doodles, unless i just didn't scroll down far enough haha (plz tell me if you have drawn something big i wanna see)
•I noticed you have more pointy and thicker lines
•you have a certain way you draw your Skulls, I can't really put a shape or object here to describe it
Even though I couldn't find more drawings, I still tried! I hope you like it, friend, cause u cool
Here is @cherrio-krispz ! I just started following you last night, like seriously I had to search you up just now to figure out who you were cuz I forgot, but when i saw your art I immediately recognized you
•you have a very recognizable style!
•again, i did not replicate well.
•very painty-like when color
•sketchy lines, seems like you don't do line art?
•I like ur skulls, they look like skulls
OMG I'VE BEEN WAITING TO TALK ABOUT YOU. YOU. YOUUU. @somegrumpynerd OMG YOUUUUUU. I REALLY LIKE YOUR ARTTT.
•I LIKE IT
•very cartoonish
• noticable art style
•thick lineart
I LOVE seeing posts when they come out!!! They're really really cool and make me feel so happy when I see them! Keep going because you're so cool!
@spookeri haiiii
You're here tooo
i like ur art :)))))) a LOT . Same as the last guy, I get very excited when you post. Your DTIYS were fun, and yeye... Yeah
•Very flat colors
•flat lines
•cool looking skulls
•you have an "air-brush" shading style (i guess you could call it), which isn't a bad thing! Do what you want to do! But maybe try out cell-shading? Idk you don't have to, but idk i feel like cell-shading fits your art style
Also if you look in the bottom you can see a scratched out drawing, that was my first attempt haha
You can see it in the drawing below
@wyllaztopia !! I like your art :)) you have a very noticeable style and when you post I get excited as well!
•clean lines
•you make skulls longer than how other people make their skulls in this last
•I liked replicating it
Idk what else to say ... Its just all really cool!!
And last but not the worst
My art style!
My art style is
•cool
•easy to draw
•and funny lookin'
What did i learn from this whole thing i did? That everyone has a unique style, that even if they try to change it it still stays theirs and it's still unique
I also found out that everyone, small artists and big artists, has flaws! It's comforting to know that everyone has flaws so I know I'm just learning and getting better everyday
Another thing I got from this is that everyone's styles are always changing and warping. But thats fine! Because everyone's moving and changing, and the worlds always moving and changing!
So, don't be so hard on yourself if you're struggling to draw or find an art style, how you draw is unique to you and you'll like it one day
Just keep drawing everyday and you'll get there.
I suggest doing this challenge, on paper or digital, wether you color it or not, or post ot or not!
It's great to try out.
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I adored smartest! Scratched an itch I didn’t know I had for Steve. Can’t stop thinking of him seeing someone trying to flirt with his tutor and getting possessive and dragging her down the nearest dark alley to prove no one could make her dumb like he can.
Smartest - Part 2
King!Steve Harrington x tutor!fem!reader
Read Part 1
Warning: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, mutual masturbation, semi public sex / PIV sex / unprotected sex, teasing, power dynamics, King!Steve is a dick and is his own warning (but goes through angst here???)
Steve isn’t really sure what he assumed would happen after he’d been hooking up with his tutor for a while. There had been absolutely no forethought to the initial act, and the fact that you had been into him enough to let him keep fucking you during each session - well Steve Harrington isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, of course.
But he certainly hadn’t anticipated how the attention would affect how you carry yourself. In the halls. In class. In the stands during pep rallies. Walking through the diner or at the movies. Whenever Steve sees you out and about in Hawkins now, he can’t help but blink and do a double take.
You stand up straighter. You smile brighter. You make eye contact with the people around you. Your clothes are a little more relaxed, opting for flouncier skirts and fun tops rather than cardigans and your usual buttoned up, structured dresses.
To Steve, of course, the change seems motivated by him. And, to be fair, he was sort of the catalyst. He couldn’t possibly know that really you’ve started to come into your own, not because of Steve’s attention itself, but because of the way it allowed you to dismiss the fears you’d had of your own undesirability. The King of Hawkins High wanted you. You’re pretty sure it’s just as a steady fuck buddy, but still. You’d gone from scared to look boys in the eye to being very aware of the fact that you walking through the Harrington’s front door with your books and notes had a pretty much Pavlovian effect of Steve’s cock. He was basically hard fifteen minutes into any tutoring session these days.
It’s not that Steve’s attention has validated you, per se. It’s more that it has made you realize how silly men are. How easy and one track minded they can be. Its almost silly to think how starved you had been for approval and how sure you’d been that your status as an A+ goody goody made you untouchable. That was clearly, judging by the bruises Steve left on your thighs each week, not the case. The whole thing has made you ten times less nervous in his presence. And if you don’t have to be nervous around the King, it essentially means that you’re more at ease everywhere.
At first this change in you intrigues Steve. He truly had never really given you much thought prior to the start of your dalliance. Sure you were pretty…in a stuffy, academic, good girl type of way. But he was always a bird of prey, looking for shiny, garish, colorful and shapely things to catch his eye.
So the day you show up to his place in a tight skirt and a fashionable off the shoulder blouse that bares your collar bones and exposes cleavage, Steve’s eyes practically pop out of his head.
“Well hello,” he says directly to your tits. You roll your eyes and step around him into the house.
“Hi, Steve,” you reply, walking towards the dining room where you usually have your sessions. Steve jogs up behind you and grabs you at the waist, turning you back to him.
“Not in there. Let’s study in my room.”
“Why?” you ask, confused by the sudden change.
“Well, my parents are home,” Steve elaborates. Heat fills you as you realize what he means, but you cock your head to the side, waiting for him to say it. Steve rubs the back of his neck and chuckles. “So we can’t…have fun in the dining room.”
“I’m here to tutor you, Steve. So I guess it’s okay if we can’t have fun,” you say with a shrug. You can’t suppress your smile though and Steve’s smile widens. A few weeks ago you would have stuttered and gone shy but immediately compliant, hoping to please him. This was new.
“Yeah but what about when I get an answer right?” Steve asks, stepping forward and lifting his hand so he can play with the hem of your shirt. “You know I need positive reinforcement.”
You do your best to hide your swallow at the memory of how you had sucked his cock after you’d cajoled him into memorizing his flash cards. Even more heat courses through your body but you look up at him defiantly.
“I brought a packet of gold stars. You like stickers, Steve?”
Your answer catches him off guard and he lets out a bark of a laugh. There’s a triumphant fanfare ringing in your ears at the fact that you are able to make Steve laugh like that. Organically and not part of any of kind of show or flirtation or charm offensive.
“I do like stickers…” he says, his hand dipping under the hem of your top and splaying out over the bare skin of your waist. “But I think this body might motivate me better.”
Your breath catches in your throat at that. His heavy eye contact leaves you nowhere to run. Not that you’d ever run from Steve. He’s a magnet pulling you in regardless of distance or context.
But he’s also made the vital mistake of showing his hand. He wants something from you, too. This isn’t a one way serving pity situation. You might be dumb with his cock in you, but before it gets to that point you’re still the smartest girl in Hawkins. So you use this information to your advantage.
You take his hand and walk him up the stairs (a bold move that he didn’t see coming and which makes him immediately rock hard as he watches your ass away ahead of him up the steps).
You’re the one who closes the door. He locks it.
You end up getting Steve to complete all of his homework…by himself. With motivation in the form of a game where you give him a sticker after he completes each assignment and he gets to decide which body part of yours it goes on. By the end of the afternoon you’re naked on his bed, a sticker on each of your tits, each of your ass cheeks, your bellybutton, and your lower abdomen. By the end of the session his head is squeezed between your thighs, his hands roaming and roving to squeeze each soft piece of flesh he’d bedazzled with his gold stars of favor.
So yeah. At first your increased confidence was something Steve found pretty fucking hot.
But as time went on, he began to realize that your confidence didn’t begin and end with him. He started seeing you around in school more. It’s not that you had somehow increased the amount of times you cross his path in a day, exactly. More that you used to melt into the background a bit more. He’d notice you only if you were right in front of him shyly waving. He’d wave back dutifully at his tutor, sometimes throwing you a bone in the form of a wink, lazily enjoying the way it would so obviously throw you into a tailspin with virtually no effort on his part.
Now you’re somehow everywhere all at once. And not only are you noticeable in the crowd - you stand out from it. Your hair is more stylish, your clothes are unapologetically patterned and colored and fit you in ways his hands envy. Your smile is brighter than the god damn fluorescents above. And now Steve is the one who has to maneuver to catch your eye. Because you’re always talking to people these days, it seems. And a lot of those people are guys, Steve notices begrudgingly.
You stand with your back against a locker, your books pulled to your chest as your arms wrap around them, a smile on your face that is definitely not worth the lame ass comment said by the dumb jock standing before you. Steve pauses at the water fountain where he’d been bending when he’d turned his head and saw you. So clearly the recipient of some football player’s attention.
And boy do you glow under attention.
That week when you arrive at his house to tutor him, Steve tries to charm you again into simply fucking outright. Again, you coyly dance around it, making him work for it. He ends up losing his patience and crowding you in the kitchen when you get up for a snack.
“Steve! I’m trying to—!” You’re squealing but he swallows it up as he takes the coke can out of your hand and blindly moves it away from you, his mouth already hot on yours.
Before you can register what’s happening, Steve’s hoisted you up onto the kitchen counter and pushed his way between your spread legs.
“What?” Steve asks, pulling away and feigning nonchalance as if he hadn’t just manhandled you and mauled you with his lips. “You said we could have a snack break.” He slides a hand down to cup your pussy through your skirt. He pets at the place over your clit. “This is my snack.”
What would have once rendered you speechless makes you roll your eyes.
“I’m actually hungry, Steve.”
Steve gives you a lopsided grin and drops his hand on his hard on, evident and swell in the confines of his jeans.
“Got a snack for you right here.”
You laugh at that and Steve feels something akin to pride zing through him. But it’s not exactly like pride, an emotion he knows well. No, it’s something different. Warmer.
“As much as I do enjoy that particular snack, Harrington, I don’t think your cum will satiate me.”
“Fuck. Dirty talk and big words like ‘satiate’.” Steve pretends to feel faint with a hand on his forehead. “You really have this hot smart girl thing figured out.”
You shake your head at him but smile, and Steve hates the fact that it’s your smile that makes him even harder.
He also hates the fact that fifteen minutes later he finds himself sliding into a booth at the local diner rather than sliding himself into your sweet pussy.
You’d cajoled him into taking you for a real meal since there was nothing to eat at his place. And no, you’d continued to argue. His cock was not a balanced meal.
His hand had been on your thigh for half of the drive to the diner before he realized, like ice water down his back, that the whole situation reeked of a date. He’d pulled his hand back over to clutch at the steering wheel with a double grip, eyes flitting to you anxiously. However you seemed not to notice, looking instead out the window pleasantly.
As he’d parked Steve had made a mental note to reel in the PDA. He didn’t want you thinking this was more than it was. More than a weekly fuck session between two consenting people. One of whom used to have the upper hand and one of whom…had the sexiest smile with lips that looked sinful wrapped around a stripped straw and cheeks that hollowed sexually as they sucked—
Fuck.
Steve Harrington was in trouble.
The meal went by quickly, and over time you were able to pull him from his rattled internal monologue, stealing his fries and teasing him for getting in trouble in class earlier in the day. Steve throws a fry at you and nudges your foot with his under the table. You laugh. His stomach flips. His palm itches so he drops it under the table and rubs it against the denim on his thigh.
When the waitress comes with the check, you bound to the bathroom and Steve gets a minute to get his shit together.
He’s Steve fucking Harrington. Supreme stud of Hawkins High. Another girl every week (although if he was counting, which he wasn’t, it had been a few weeks since he’d reracked his rotation). He fishes his wallet out of his too-tight jeans and drops down some bills.
“Thanks, handsome.”
Steve looks up, expecting to see you but instead realizing it had come from the waitress who he’d forgotten was standing there. She’s a pretty thing, maybe a year or two older. He’s seen her working here before and he lets his eyes roam over her figure unabashedly. Her uniform isn’t zipped up all the way in the front, leaving exposed a generous swell of cleavage and her waist flares out into a voluptuous set of hips. She taps a manicured nail on her order pad, patiently waiting for him to finish oogling her. She’s a hot girl and he’s a hot guy. She knows this dance and so does Steve. When he drags his eyes up from her tits to her face, she looks expectant.
This is the part where he chats her up. Where he compliments her - or cuts her down a bit in a boyish, redeemable way - and then asks her out. He’s supposed to give her his million watt rich boy smile, run a hand through his hair, and turn on the charm.
She’s expecting it. He’s expecting it of himself.
But instead, all he can manage is a nod and a tight smile. He watches the waitress’s brows raise and her smile fall a bit. But then she’s simply picking up the money and walking away. Steve has a moment of panic as his eyes drop to watch the sway of her ass as she retreats. What the fuck is wrong with him? He could have been tucked away in his car with that hot woman, spanking that ass within the hour.
Instead he’s still tucked away in a booth at a diner her didn’t want to go to, still painfully hard without an outlet in sight.
Which is when he hears your laugher ring out, causing said hard cock to twitch. Steve turns quickly to find you standing by the entrance to the bathroom, cornered by yet another football player.
He sees red. The way you’re leaning up against the wall is a mirror image to when he’d seen you receive attention earlier in the week by your locker. You gaze up at the football player with a smile that Steve realizes he’d assumed was only meant for him. It boils his blood to think that the smile you’d bestowed on him so dutifully, so loyally, was just your smile. A thing to be handed out like some cheap party favor to any Tom, Dick, or Harry.
Steve can’t know - especially from a distance - that you really are only humoring this guy. If one looked closer they could never mistake the tight lipped, emotionless nicety on your face for the radiant, full bodied smile you reserved for Steve. You’d gotten cornered by the jock on your way back to the bathroom, and you’d been trying to politely extricate yourself from his lukewarm advances for a few minutes now.
He was rambling about his car and the upgrades he’d gotten done to it when suddenly a pair of big hands land heavy on your shoulder.
“Babe, I paid the check. Let’s get out of here.”
You whip your head around to find Steve behind you, though his gaze is placed firmly on the football player. Though they aren’t the same in width, Steve’s got the guy beat in height, and he uses it to his advantage by standing up straight and puffing his chest a bit.
“Harrington,” the jock chokes out. In the Hawkins hierarchy, the basketball team is more successful than the football team by a long shot, so a certain amount of deference is expected for the king of the court, even from fellow athletes. “I’m sorry…I didn’t…is this your girl?”
Steve feels you go rigid under his hold. Your eyes flash up to his but he doesn’t meet yours.
“Don’t you have a playbook to memorize?” Steve asks coolly. He pulls lightly and your back presses against his chest. “If I remember football season right, I’d say it’s gonna take you till fall and then some. Better get back to it.”
You try to laugh his comment off and put a hand on the bicep of your would-be suitor.
“Steve, this is—,”
“Mr. Irrelevant,” Steve completes for you, smoothly using both an insult and a football pun.
The jock stutters another apology before ambling back to his friends. You don’t have time to question Steve because his arm is suddenly around you, pulling you with him out the door.
The two of you walk briskly to his car, and only when you reach the passenger door do you finally regain your powers of speech.
“What was that in there, Steve?” you ask quietly. Your hand is on the door handle but you remain motionless.
“What? I told you, I don’t like football players,” Steve says with a shrug, yanking open the driver side door and dropping into his seat. You climb in carefully and watch him as he violently pulls on his seatbelt.
“Why?”
“Because they’re a bunch of meat heads and it’s a sport revolving around how many concussions they can rack up—,”
“No, Steve,” you interrupt gently, your hand dropping on his knee. “Why were you acting…possessive?”
Steve’s skin burns through his jeans where your hand touches him. He stares at it for a second before looking up, agitated.
“Well excuse me for saving you. I thought you’d be thanking me for getting that guy to stop drooling on you.”
His words sting and you wince. Steve even winces a bit, having not intended to sound so forceful. You shrug.
“He was only being nice.”
Steve let’s out a humorless laugh.
“That wasn’t being nice. That was undressing you with his eyes. That was trying to get you to let him feel you up under the bleachers. Nice is—,”
“Nice is flirting with your tutor to get her to do your homework?”
Steve freezes before he can turn the key in the ignition. He looks over to find that you’re staring blankly out the windshield. Your arms are hugging you, like you’re trying to comfort yourself.
“That’s not…”
“Nice is fucking her when you’re bored? Your little prescheduled sex appointment?”
Steve’s defenses raise and he unbuckles his seatbelt so he can turn more fully to you.
“Hey wait, that’s—,”
“That’s exactly what this is. I haven’t misunderstood that, Steve,” you say, finally turning the full force of your earnest gaze on him. “Have you?”
Steve blinks at you slowly. Completely unsure about what’s going on and how the night has taken this turn.
He’s even more bewildered when you suddenly move to climb into the back seat.
“What are you doing?” he asks, surprised and leaning over to watch you lay yourself down on the seat.
“You wanted to fuck me earlier. So do it.”
Steve feels like you’ve slapped him in the face. Your stare is cool and you begin to unbutton your blouse. Panic rises inside of him and his head whirls around.
“Here? Someone could see,” Steve argues. They are in the back corner of the parking lot, but it’s a parking lot nonetheless, illuminated by one sole street lamp. You shrug.
“The windows are tinted, aren’t they?”
Steve can’t begin to comprehend the conflict coursing through his veins. Of course the windows are tinted. Almost illegally so. He knows that because he’s fucked countless girls in the back seat of his car. Hadn’t he even just thought about fucking that waitress in his car only minutes ago?
But with you…
He’s thrown off by the urge he has to cover your breasts with his hands when you peel back your top. Not even to touch you but just to keep you from being seen by others.
Why does he fucking care?
King Steve had fucked at every party he’d ever been to - sometimes even in rooms with no doors or up against the back of a house with people nearby on a porch. He’d never once had a conscience about it. As long as the girl was down, he was ready to go.
So why is it different now, with you stripping in his back seat and staring at him with big doe eyes?
“Come on. Don’t make me get started by myself,” you say teasingly. You’re clearly trying to lighten the suddenly heavy mood. Steve swallows hard.
“You wouldn’t.”
You quirk an eyebrow at him and lift the hem of your skirt. You’re wearing a lacy scrap of panties that match your bra. Definitely a far cry from the sensible underwear you’d been wearing the first time he’d seduced you.
“Try me.”
And despite the confusion and warning bells going off in his head, Steve’s clambering into the back seat in seconds. He’s on top of you, hips shoved between your thighs and big hands on your wrists, pinning them above your head against the inside of the car door.
“That’s more like it,” you coo, smiling a dazzling smile up at him. It thrills him and upsets him and makes him frustrated all at once, and since he doesn’t know how to express that with words he does it physically. His mouth drops to your neck so he can pull a sizable amount of flesh between his lips and suck. Hard. You gasp and arch up into him, giving him the perfect opportunity to switch your wrists into a single handed grip so he can move the other hand down to grope at your breasts. Instead of covering them and hiding them, he rips down your bra, letting your breasts spill from the cups.
Steve bites a bruising trail down from your neck to your cleavage, sucking harder than he ever has before.
“Trying to be cute, huh?” he growls against your skin. You laugh breathlessly, wrists straining against his hold.
“Yeah. ‘s it working?”
That makes Steve strangle a laugh but it still frustrates him. You’ve somehow still got the upper hand here. Even though you’re below him and your body is at his mercy. When did the tables turn so fully?
So he sits up abruptly, leaving you laying back, legs still open wide around his hips, his spit still drying around the new bruises sucked to your neck. You’re motionless for a second before leaning up on your elbows to look at him, dazed.
“I’m a little unconvinced,” Steve says with a shrug. A frown filters over your features. You watch as he smooths his hands up and down your thighs, looking at your panty-clad center appraisingly.
“What are you unconvinced about?” you ask. Steve draws a line with his index finger over the length of the waistband of your panties.
“That you really want it bad enough.”
Frustration flickers in your eyes.
“Want what?” you ask, playing along. Steve drops one hand to the bulge in his jeans.
“This cock.”
You roll your eyes and sit up higher.
“Of course I want—,”
“I’m not sure, baby. You were gonna touch yourself back here. Maybe I should have let you handle it.” His actions contradict his words as one hand rubs slow circles right at the crease where your thigh meets your hip. Your eyebrows knit together.
“No, I want you,” you reply, almost petulantly.
There it is.
This is what Steve needed.
But he shakes his head. Now that he’s got you back on the line he’s going to enjoy this to the fullest.
“Maybe you had the right idea,” he says, leaning back a bit against the opposite door. The backs of your thighs still rest on the tops of his, and with one hand still heavy on you, his free hand pops open the button of his jeans. You feel the slide of his zipper rush down your spine.
When Steve pulls his cock out and begins to stroke it, you feel your stomach drop and your mouth water. He’s watching you as he does it. Eyes darting from your breasts almost spilling out of the cups of your bra to the wet spot in the center of your panties. It makes you hot. It turns you on in a way that’s almost painful to watch the flushed fat head of his cock disappear and reappear in the grip of his fist.
“I’m…I’m right here,” you mutter. Steve grins and takes his hand from his cock and slides it confidently under the elastic hem of your panties.
“Yeah, you are.”
The intrusion of his fingers is sudden and sure and you gasp at the feeling of them sliding through your slick. He swirls a few circles around your tensing hole before sliding up to press circles into your clit. You drop back down off your elbows and let out a satisfied moan at the stimulation you’d craved.
But then…he’s pulling his hand back, allowing the elastic of your panties to snap back on you with a sting. You sit up again fast and watch as he takes the wetness he’d gathered from you to make the glide of his hand on his cock more smooth. Your jaw drops.
“Thanks, baby,” Steve says with a wink.
“Steve, what?!”
He shrugs.
“I would’ve asked you to spit in my hand but I didn’t think you would since you’re having an attitude.”
That. That struck exactly the nerve he thought it would. Your jaw sets and your eyes flash. Scooting back a bit so you, too, can lean on the inside of the door closest to you, you drop your legs open wider, well aware of the way Steve’s attention immediately drops to them.
“You’re not very nice, Steve Harrington,” you say quietly. Both of your hands move to squeeze at your own breasts and you arch into your own touch. Steve chuckles at that, eyes on your hands.
“And you’re nice even when you’re pissed apparently,” he says dismissively. Your frown deepens as you pull your bra down to expose you fully. Steve’s face goes blank, like you hoped.
“Fuck you,” you respond, just as quiet as before. Steve’s eyes remain glazed, hand moving faster on his cock, but he gives a lopsided grin.
“There she is. Feisty.”
The interior of the car has started to heat up. The humid smell of sex fills the air, though you’d prefer actually having sex. He’s been pushing it tonight, but you really can’t help the way you feel watching his big hand move on his even bigger cock. It should be inside you. This is the day of your tutoring session. The one day of the week that almost guaranteed you had his attention. Every other day, King Steve belonged to Hawkins. He was a heartthrob and a hometown hero. Probably inside of a different girl each night of the weekend (though you try not to think of that because it’s gross).
But on tutoring days it’s just you. So the fact that he’s choosing to touch himself rather than fill you has you feeling petty. It makes you redouble your efforts. You pinch one of your nipples and let out a heady, performative sigh, all while your other hand moves down and shoves inside your panties. You trace the same path Steve did, circling your hole and then your clit. Getting yourself nice and worked up with your eyes glued on the way Steve drags his hand over his throbbing dick.
Steve is mesmerized, as seems evident by the way he’s stopped talking to watch you. To hear you.
When you push two fingers inside of yourself, you let out an indulgent moan that causes Steve’s hips to buck into his hand. Your thighs quiver where they remain stretched out around his legs.
You drop your other hand down into your stretched out panties to play with your clit while you continue thrusting fingers in and out of yourself - that’s when Steve loses it.
“Show me,” he says gruffly, eyes ripping from the space between your legs to look up at you blearily.
“You’re literally watching me right now,” you laugh, breathless. Steve shakes his head and reaches out to tug on the edge of your panties.
“Get this shit out of the way.”
Now it’s your turn to shake your head.
“Nope. You had your chance with my pussy. You wanted your hand.”
The filthy words coming from you almost makes his eyes roll back in his head. He grunts and continues fisting his cock, but he looks more frustrated now.
Unfortunately there’s something of a Pavlovian response in your body at the sight of his aggression. Whether you like it or not, your burgeoning sexuality had crackled into being under the hands of Steve Harrington, and Steve being Steve is what gets you going.
Unlucky for you and the upper hand you’re trying to cling to, Steve can tell. Back to back weeks of fucking the same person will do that to you, apparently.
“You’re close.” It’s more accusation than observation.
You want to disagree but your fingers speed up on your clit and you widen your legs even more, looking to build pressure.
“Yeah. I am.”
“Fuck.” Steve slows his hand on his cock, breathing deeply and placing a laser focus on your hands in your panties. “Bet you’re getting tight around those fingers, huh?”
“Yeah,” you nod, eyes closing and head thrown back against the door. “Really tight…”
Steve let’s out an uncharacteristically pathetic moan. The thrill of it causes your core to contract even tighter.
“Bet you wish I was sucking those tits right now,” Steve remarks, replaying in his head all the times he’d made you cum lately. You lift up to look at him with stern hooded eyes and pull one of your hands from your panties. With a pointed look you raise your fingers to your mouth, lick them wetly, and then bring them down to play with your nipple. Your hips buck into your other hand and Steve loses his fucking mind.
“Alright, that’s fucking it,” he says, launching himself forward. He’s on you in the blink of an eye, hitching your legs up and around his hips, dropping so that his elbows cage you in on either side of your head. The length of his cock slides parallel to your entrance with a wet sound, pushing your pussy lips apart.
“Finally,” you moan petulantly. And that’s all the consent Steve needs to reach down and line himself up so he can thrust into you.
Things get hot and hazy after that. Your fingers thread into his hair and pull hard at the roots. Steve’s tongue and teeth are everywhere, but especially on your pulse point and on the peaks of your breasts.
The slap of skin on skin fills the interior of the car, rivaled only by your shared panting.
Steve shouldn’t feel this good. It shouldn’t be such a relief to sink into your body, like it’s a home he’s been waiting to return to. Your nails biting into his back through his shirt shouldn’t feel like heaven and your little mewls and gasps shouldn’t be an angel’s chorus. He’s not even fucking religious, so what’s with the holy comparisons?
“Oh Steve. Fuck,” you whisper moan right into his ear. Steve slides a hand under you to push your lower back up, giving your hips a tilt that lets him hit deeper.
“It’s good, yeah?” he asks. It’s a question but it’s cocky. You bite his earlobe and clench around him.
“I don’t know, is it?”
“Fucking Christ.”
Yeah. Steve Harrington is seeing god in the back seat of his car in a diner parking lot.
~*~
It takes a minute for you both to catch your breath when you’re done. Sweat and cum and words left unsaid create a film over the two of you which makes it hard to breathe.
Eventually Steve helps you climb back into the front seat before hoping behind the wheel himself to bring you back to the empty Harrington house. Upon arriving, Steve puts the car in park and turns to you, intent on speaking though he’s not sure what he plans to say. You, however, give him no such chance to figure it out as you bound out of the car and up the path to the front door. Steve catches up to let you in.
It’s later than it usually is when you wrap up your tutoring sessions. Steve has to turn on lamps as he follows you through the dark foyer and into the dining room where he finds you already grabbing your things and packing your bag up, half hidden in shadow.
“We didn’t finish the work,” he says quietly. Some what dumbly. You hoist your bag over your shoulder and give him a smile that deep down he knows he doesn’t deserve.
“Yeah. Looks like we’ll have to finish another time.”
When you start for the door, moving at a brisk pace, Steve stumbles after you.
You’re over the threshold and making your way to your car, glowing in the yellow light of the porch lamp before Steve can blurt out.
“When?”
God, he does sound fucking dumb.
And you. You turn and give him one last smile. Looking so put together. So smart.
“That’s up to you, Steve,” you say with a shrug, opening your car door. “You let me know.”
And with that, you get in your car and drive away. Leaving Steve standing alone on his porch with his thoughts.
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Ahhh originally had no intention of writing a part two and then this happened. Please reblog and comment to let me know what you think and thanks for reading!!
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It is time... to obsessively hyper analyze Vincent. Come on. You knew it was coming.
So first off, while there isn't a lot to glean per se, there are a few interesting design choices that I'd like to go over.
One thing that I was surprised about is the complete lack of round shapes/edges. Vincent looks overall a lot more 'sharp', 'edgy', whatever you want to term it. Take his buckles for example. The round edges have been replaced by sharp edges. Artistically speaking, these design choices are meant to depict the character's personality. For example, if you have a soft character, you use soft colors, soft edges, round shapes, etc. If you want a more harsh character, you give them dark or vivid colors, lots of squares, triangles, etc. In Vincent's case, they've virtually removed all of the round/soft edges he always used to have. We will delve further into this as we scan down his body *cough*.
Edit: Forgot to point out that he has double the spokes on his buckles, so instead of 4 prominent spokes, he now has 8, which is the symbol of Chaos.
Anyways.... speaking of Chaos.
Continuing to analyze his upper body, the most obvious are his eyes (or single eye). It's hard to tell, but judging by the few clips we've seen along with the still images, it looks as though only his left eye is glowing. Nevertheless, he does have the Chaos inner-glow. While he's always had a touch of yellow/orange in his eyes, it looked more like natural eye reflection rather than an actual glow. This is likely the change the dev team hinted at during an earlier interview. His pupils are also notably very small compared to all of the other characters with the exception of Sephiroth's cat-eye slits. Overall, they've made it a point to give Vincent predatory eye(s) this time around, leaning more heavily into the fact that he is no longer fully human.
The material that makes up Vincent's cape and headband seem to be of slightly different material, and the colors are even slightly different. His headband looks to be made of a very thin cloth of fine thread. His cloak, though also seemingly thin and light, is only slightly thicker. His cloak looks to be made of either felt or very fine linen which looks to be heavily worn out (of course). Also, Vincent seems to have snake-skin on his gun-wielding arm which I've only seen the Turks and Sephiroth wear. In general, this luxury material seems to only be worn by those connected to Shinra. Thus, it is likely this is meant to coincide with Vincent's past as a Turk. But in terms of his role as Turk, I will get to that a little later.
I think we can all agree that the weapon he is currently wielding is Quicksilver. It would make sense that he would start off with the same weapon he has in OG, though I and many others were surprised he wasn't wielding his most iconic weapon, Cerberus. While it isn't confirmed, and with the inclusion of many DoC elements, this makes me think that we could get an origins story for how Vincent obtained Cerberus in the first place. We are getting an origins story for Sephiroth's Masamune in Ever Crisis, and we already know the Bustersword's origins, so it's not out of the question. (And there are a lot of parallels to be drawn between Cloud, Sephiroth, and Vincent).
Side note: I didn't write this in the graph but you can also see Vincent's left eye glowing through his bangs yet again even from such a distance. Natural white room bounce-light wouldn't have this affect on normal eyes.
Rebirth Vincent seems to be sporting his OG button-top which is a design that we haven't seen since OG. It too has a little bit of snake-skin accents. A few other not so important changes are the alterations of his buckles, and the fact that it looks to be more obvious that he is wearing a two-piece set instead of a single piece jumper. Makes it much easier to remove, am I right?
Going down to those luscious DoC hips, some belts are shifted around or missing, but then we have the thigh guard which was responsible for giving Vincent that unusually thick hip appearance. However, he is still sporting that gorgeous slutty tiny waist we all love from DoC. Thank you, Squeenix. The armor on his side is an odd choice, though more than likely it is meant to protect those birthing hips from that extra dangerous looking set of claws--- which I would like to remind is also lacking in round edges. Yet again, all of the round shapes/edges have been replaced by sharp ones. Take the knuckles for example. I will miss his AC/DoC claw. It was less of a bitch to draw. The gauntlet looks to serve not only for offense but for defense as well. It is heavily armored for impact, and as we will see going down the rest of his body, heavy protection and sharp edges continue to be a theme for his new Rebirth look.
Once again, we can see how thin and light the material is on his cloak. It is in contrast to his very elaborate and possibly expensive gear/suit. His cloak and headband seem to be the only things that clashes with the rest of his gear in terms of quality and practicality. While there are signs of use on his armor, it pales in comparison to the possible age and wear of his cloak. As a matter of fact, it almost looks like it is about to fall apart... like it was hand-made years ago. Very different from the heavy material we see in AC and DoC.
And then of course there are the sabatons/greaves. While I cannot pin-point it, his armor design seems reminiscent of the Ancients/Minerva for some reason. That aside, the heavily layered armor makes it seem like he will be doing a lot more damage with his claw and legs going forward, on top of being heavily protected. The design on his shin reminded me of an army symbol, but that's neither here nor there. ....And I'm so happy they kept his tiny ankles.
In general, Vincent's Rebirth design seems to lean into a Vincent that is much more guarded, 'edgy', and ultimately a lot more reserved, albeit self-reliant. We've seen as much in his room where it doesn't appear that he has only been moping in a coffin all these years. What's more---
--He points a gun at Cloud and threatens the group. This did not happen in OG. Vincent appears to be even more distrusting and hostile this time around. This yet again is depicted in how he is dressed in the heavy armor and ample sharp edges.
And what's with a vending machine and protorelic(?) dispenser in his mancave? Vincent boss fight, maybe? Please? Sure seems like Vincent hasn't been lacking anything...
But back to Vincent being a lot more distrusting this time.
Unless this is merely for the audience and new FF7 fans who know nothing of his character, this implies that Vincent doesn't divulge his connection to the Turks and instead calls himself "Security" guard. And not only that, it's spoken as if it's current tense. Not past tense. So yet again, if Vincent is indeed avoiding the term Turk and doesn't even tell Cloud and Co that he used to work for Shinra, this adds to the idea that his level of distrust is much higher than before. At this point, it wouldn't surprise me if joins the party much later, even after learning who Cloud's foe is. And since his connection to Sephiroth aka Lucrecia/Hojo is the mystery factor, he may not even divulge this to Cloud and Co when they first meet until much later. Either way, Vincent might actually prove to be a much tougher egg to crack this time around, along with more layers to uncover. (take that last phrase however you'd like)
#vincent valentine#final fantasy 7#ff7#final fantasy#ffvii#ff7 rebirth#final fantasy 7: rebirth#ffvii rebirth
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The sheep we adore so much is change, but we still love them
I love imagine how the brothers pampered MC SO MUCH
i love imagine how the royals, the angels, and our fucking teacher ALL PAMPERED MC.
They said demon would corrupt human's soul.
Remember that Thirteen said that Solomon's soul is different but still shining?
MC is the similar case.
Their soul is the shining pink sheep shape, but their their ribbons which has a bell on it, is the wool white one with the black radiant.
I believe that the ribbon was the wool white color, so why the color changes?
They're corrupted by the demons.
They're pampered by the angels.
They're spoiled by Solomon and Thirteen.
The demons, well, they all encourage MC to express what they want, what they desire, what they wish for.
Lucifer rewards MC for their hard work, he enjoys the petting when only he and MC alone. But what he did the most was let MC throw a small tantrum to them.
The eldest brother believes that if MC never throws a tantrum at him or the other brothers, it means they are treating them still wrong. He gives MC the PRIVILEGE to show anger with him. Still, he seldom sees MC angry and kind of disappointed with the failure.
The Avatar of Pride doesn't know that MC cares the trust of him the most in their relationship.
MC values themselves as the one who Lucifer trust enough to take care his brothers and share his burdens. They realize how busy Lucifer is so in the most situations, MC would forgive Lucifer if he lose his temper or being too harsh when he's too busy to take a break.
And that's the reason why MC gave NB!Lucifer silent treatment when they found that Luciferr use the apple to test them.
Sort of, what Lucifer want to see in original timeline, NB! Lucifer got and he finally could use Barbatos's cake to apologize to MC.
Apologize for those misunderstandings when they were the human exchange student.
Apologize for failing to protect them.
Apologize for that his pride couldn't allow him to open his heart to them fully.
Apologize for that he would love them even though they're not related to Lilith, but the selfish part pushes him to decide that HE CAN'T LET YOU GO.
Mammon showers his love on MC in three ways: gifts, fortune, and his time.
Earrings, necklace, watch, and bags, even his treat to have dinner in Hell's Kitchen or Ristorante Six, as long as MC wants, Mammon would try to fulfill their wish.
I believe that the more Mammon loves MC, the more fortunate MC is. OUR ADORABLE SHEEP would use their fortune to treat the brothers and their other friends. But if they only use the fortune to treat Mammon, they'd get more.
Mammon is a clingy demon, that's right MC. Mammon wouldn't admit that, but all his crow familiars would watch over you in three realms. The crows recognize you as Mammon's most precious. This means all crows have the obligation to protect you and chase the thieves away.
Remember those rumors you heard from the other students? Some demons were attacked by a flock of crows? If you ask who are the victims, you might feel strange.
Cause the crows attacked those demons who made you upset before.
And do you still remember those demons' names who confessed to you? Have you noticed they would followed by a few crows after that even though you rejected them? If not, let me ask you a simple question, MC. Did you ever meet any of your suitors again?
Lucifer scolded Mammon for that event, but the Avatar of Greed just shrugged. The two oldest brothers kept this secret only between themselves, and Lucifer didn't punish Mammon for this event.
He loves teasing, especially to those newbies. He had spun you so many stories to cover the true intentions that he needs your money.
He knows you are rarely mad at him, but NB! Mammon doesn't know that you adopted Luke as your litter brother or son technically. As a result, you're furious when you know he spins a tale to Luke that you're a bad demon who loves eating children.
Let's say that NB! Mammon is frozen when he hears you gritted his name like when Lucifer is angry.
"Maaaaammmmmon....!"
The brothers are terrified and admire your angry sheep form, they watch in awe and ekk when you use the "STAY! BAD DOG!" AT LEAST THREE TIMES on Mammon, Mammon has to lie on the ground for an hour.
Since that day, the whole Devildom knows that the sweet attendant of the 7 rulers of the Underworld is ONE OF THE MOST CAN'T BE BOTHERED.
I always thought that MC would warm up to Solomon slowly, they love Solomon, but the feeling of the distance can't get rid of somehow.
Until MC was dragged to the NB timeline and Solomon is the one who came through the time for them. Solomon might not see that but I believe that MC is SOOOOO TOUCHED by this.
A man came to you even though he has to jump through the time? How romantic (*/ω＼*)
Living together means a lot to humans, Solomon finally got his key to be closer to MC. They share the domestic chores, greeting at least twice and MC would nap on the sofa while Solomon reading.
Solomon knows that the brothers and the royals spoiled MC with high-quality gifts. Clothes, make-up products... you name it.
But Solomon also knows that MC has a sweet tooth that they can't refuse a dessert. That's why he loves to queue up for popular desserts.
The time of getting in a long line is worth it if that means he would see MC's eyes light up and their adorable smile.
Solomon may be the mischievous and mysterious sorcerer he is, and he could be a strict teacher involved in magic. But he actually is soft and makes MC feel safe.
The unspoken feelings of being related as a human and the living proof that MC belongs to the original timeline build a bridge, which leads MC to show more emotions around Solomon.
That's why MC would use cold words when they were teleported by the bubbles or angry with Solomon for being too late to start their movie night. And the ways the fantastic three roasted Solomon is funny hehe.
MC feels equal to Solomon, though they can't be sure whether it's because of how Solomon is or it's the result of Solomon always wanting to make humans equal to the other two realms.
But MC can tell him what's on their mind. They know that Solomon would hear it and find a way to get the best of both worlds.
MC cuddles with Solomon before they bid good night. And sometimes they'd just fall asleep.
Solomon never woke them up, he used his coat to cover them so that they wouldn't catch a cold.
After Solomon finished his papers or study, he would teleport himself and MC to his room and snuggle with them before leaving a forehead kiss.
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What is it to be a Lilith heavy woman?
For my Lilith heavy woman, I am also a Lilith heavy woman my chart is full of Lilith aspecting my ascendant & Lilith Aries etc I want to share my experience as a Lilith heavy woman 🖤
Toxic & Jealous Mother
My mother used to abuse me & attacking me because of my Lilith nature she is so jealous me she always commented on my appearance “you don’t look good” and things like that she don’t allow me to go out with boys and if I am secretly out with a boy she start to stalk that boy.
my mother has a comment on everything I wear about how I look and the funniest thing is it is always negative which indicates pure jealousy. My mother also sexualizes me, according to her I'm a whore and a "taxi"
I was incredibly abused by her physically and she always hit me, I am a punishment from God, she said. She threw me down the stairs & hit me so hard on my back when I came out of the bathroom
Hated by a lot of people
so many people hate me, attack me. I was at a school party at school. Do you know what happened I was threatened with a lighter by girls & boys I was a "bitch" according to them even though they hardly knew me I noticed that my aura triggers people very much and the way I look I saw myself self as a problem why are people always so against me even though they don't know me?
guys all had a crush on me when i was new at school but it ended up in extreme hatred towards me & they threw the meanest comments on me & sexualized me! "whore" "bitch" "slut"
Boys being obsessed with you on a dangerous way
from a boy I hadn't seen for 3 years because he left school. He started following me on Instagram after 3 years and says he has had a crush on me since school. 1 week later he started sexualizing me and asking me to see my body he was obsessed with me in a sexual way
Suddenly he started sending his dick to me
Sexualised by the father
My father always trying to touch my ass & touching my body. He was very sweet to me but sexualised me a lot!
Always trying to change my appearance
I am obsessed with changing things on my appearance it’s like a addiction everytime people see me the are like “you got a new face” and it’s unstoppable I think this is a extremely Lilith trait trying to change everytime yourself because you are developing like Lilith does & obsessed with self care & appearance
Girls attacking me for no reason
from the beginning of school until the end of school I had no girl friends & all girls are mean to me for no reason & attacking me for no reason & screaming at me for no reason. Yup the bullied me during school times! never was I invited on a girl party. Girls stealing my stuff and destroying it :/ even my girl teachers were so mean to me trying to let me feel weak this was a big struggle
Fake BFF
Oh and guess what for the first time in my life I got a bff was she real with me? nope, she was extremely jealous of me she was always talking negative about my appearance and I believed it & i literally changed my hair color because of it & I started to cut my eyebrows to change from shape I started to cut my hair because I believed everything she told me. Until the day she left me i start to realise it was pure jealousy!
i was also sexualized by her according to her i'm a "scandanavian slut. i'm not even scandanavian lmao!
a "best friend" who tried to control me all the time & bossed me around. Who also called me a slut! tried to change everything about my appearance because of pure jealousy.
Sexualised by Radom guys on the street
My whole life I got sexualised on the street & and I didn’t know why only me until I came behind the fact that I am a dom Lilith. Boys coming to me on the street asking my social media platforms and when I ignore them the trying to touch me :/
boys walking to me from the car shouting "wow wow wow"
shouting at me and sexualizing me making sexual gestures at me
#spiritual#astrology#astro placements#astro community#astroblr#astro observations#astro notes#lilith#sexy content#astrology community#astrology chart#astrology aspects#astrology fyp#astro girlies#tumblr fyp#fyppage#fypage#fyp#dark femininity#woman
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"Why are artists so butthurt about AI art? Horse carriage drivers didn't complain when they invented the car, they were just grateful that the technology evolved and made it easier to get around."
Art is not a carriage, it's not a vehicle. Its purpose is not to be efficient, to do a practical job with as little effort as possible. Art is not something that can be automated, because its artistry lies in the humanity of its creator. Art is wonderful, from a baby's first drawing, inexperienced and unskilled, to the paintings adorning the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
If you consider yourself an AI artist, I ask you: are you proud of yourself when the computer has completed another image that you will claim as yours? Do you look at it and feel the joy of having created something?
Does the generative process teach you how to see the world better? With every image created, do you evolve? Do you understand the planes of the face better now than 1000 images ago? Do you know what rim light is, and where to put it? Do you understand light sources? Tones? Could you take a piece of paper and shade a portrait by yourself?
"AI software is just like Photoshop or Blender, the next step in artistic technology".
It's not though, is it? A digital artist uses a pen to put colors on screen, chooses where to put each brush stroke, when to smudge or use the liquify tool. A 3D sculptor manipulates basic shapes into characters just like a traditional artist molds clay. An AI "artist" doesn't make any of the thousands of choices that lead to the creation of a real piece of art.
"But art is hard, and I'm not good enough."
Neither am I! Man, I'm not the worst artist in the world, but I'm not great, still not at the level I would like to be. Sometimes I draw something and I look at it and realize that it sucks ass! Sometimes I post a drawing online and realize that I drew a character out of proportion, that the light source is not consistent, that I've shaded outside the lines! And you know what's great? That I get to have an understanding of what I did wrong! I get to evolve! I redraw something from 5 years ago and realize that my composition is much better, my shading more believable. And I know that in 5 more years, I might redraw it again and pride myself in how much I've evolved.
I've been drawing since I was a baby, and I still have a long way to go. And that is also fine, because art is a lifelong pursuit, growing, changing, just as I am.
It's okay to not be good. Hell, it's okay if you don't even try to get better. By drawing, you WILL. It's inevitable that, by practicing, you'll learn.
You know what will not make you a better artist? Software that will generate your "art" for you. The result might look more complex than what your skill level allows you to create right now. But it doesn't look better. You could draw a crooked circle on xerox paper and it will look better than all the AI art in the world. Because you made it. Have some faith in yourself. Your vision has more artistic value than what that computer generated.
"If you're afraid that AI will steal your job, learn to draw better!"
I'm trying. Are you?
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gf!Ethan landry x Reader
Word count: 1158
Warnings: mentions of sex, murder, and nude photos
Notes: Sorry y’all, I deleted the other post. But here’s a new work and enjoy!
Ethan had first properly talked to you when Chad introduced him to the friend group. I say properly because he had always noticed you. Since you had connections with people he was likely going to murder, he stalked you too. Mostly you. When the time came, he knew he wanted to leave you out. You had no partake in the death of Richie, his brother.
Over time, a couple months, you and Ethan had been getting friendlier and friendlier. Soon telling your friends that you two were dating. Ethan’s feelings for you were all real and not apart of his plan to get closer to the friend group. No lies being told whenever he said “I love you”. And not just using you to actually lose his virginity.
Even before dating, just friends, he saw how confident you came off. Spoke up when someone commented about your friends being “murderers”, though he would silently disagree. When you went to parties, barely any clothing actually on because you knew you were beautiful. Beautiful in every way. So well spoken, gorgeous body, face, and energy.
But in your relationship with Ethan, it showed during sex. You always liked being in charge. Riding his dick or edging him. Sometimes he would smirked and looked up at you, about to tell you that you were slowing down. He knew this would get a rise out of you. You would whimper at his response and with all the strength in you, tried to finish riding him. Ethan wasn’t necessarily a sub. He just played into your little game. There were nights where he would take over. Tired of your snarky comments and punishing you. Pushing you past your limits. Orgasm after orgasm.
However, tonight was not one of those nights. Ethan had Econ. At least, that's what you thought he was doing. But what he really was doing was putting on his ghost face costume. Lacing his black boots and getting his knife from his desk. Ethan, Quinn, and their dad, had a talk. Talking about who was going to be their next victim. They decided on Anika, Mindy's girlfriend. Mindy was always suspicious of Ethan and it had really annoyed him and Quinn. So they agreed on someone who was very special to her, and that was Anika.
With Ethan gone and your roommates also being gone, you were lonely tonight. Laying on your bed, looking up at your white ceiling. You were listening to your playlist. You had a tall lamp that you could change to certain colors. You decided pink, it was always pink. Your body was clad in one of Ethan’s shirts he left in your room. And underneath was a lacy matching set. You thought maybe he would come over, stressed from his class and you could help him. More dirty thoughts started to appear in your head. A blush formed on your cheeks.
You knew he was in class, but what if you did something? Something that would let him know how much you missed him. So you got off your bed. Taking off Ethan’s shirt and tossing it aside, to lay on your bed. You grabbed your phone. Giggles escaped your mouth, knowing what you were about to do would make him hard, in class.
You walked over to your closet mirrors. Thinking about how you should pose. You sat down on your rug. Your legs tucked underneath your butt. So just your thighs and upper half of your body was showing. You positioned your phone to not showcase your face. Just wanting him to focus on your body. You slightly pulled the sides of your lacy thong up. To let it rest higher on your hips. Creating more of a v shape of the thin fabric. You took a photo and then another. Slightly shifting your position.
You felt hot and could probably get off just by the thought of Ethan seeing these pictures. He would save them in his camera roll. Only for him to see. But if you were being bad, he could tease you about sending them out to the whole college. Of course he wouldn’t do that. To possessive over you.
You pulled down the straps of your bra. Showing skin more and more, which could be seen throughout the photos. Not just stopping at the straps, you fully took the lacy bra off. Freeing your boobs. They immediately turned to peaks and your nipples hardened from the cold air. You were about to press down on the camera button when you heard a loud noise.
A blood curdling scream coming from your alley way. Your head turned towards your window. You knew if you got up and walked to your window, you would see what was happening. But you didn’t, you thought it probably was a drunk person. And you didn’t think much of it. “Umm, okayyyy” you said while quietly stretching out the y. The screaming had now stopped. You only heard one loud scream.
What really was happening was your boyfriend murdering Anika. Your friend and Mindy's girlfriend. Ethan saw her walking with her headphones. There couldn’t have been a better time. Fastly striding towards her, he clasped his hand down on her mouth. Not wanting her to yell. From behind he grabbed ahold of her waist. She was thrashing in his hold and trying to scream for help. But no one was around. While holding her, he took her into the alley way. Turning the corner he looked up and saw pink.
It was your room. He knew that lamp that you would keep on for hours. Always in the color pink. After this mess he could go to your apartment. Wanting to comfort you, even though he was a murderer.
Back to the present time. Anika trying to escape from his hold. He had enough. He grabbed his knife and stabbed her in the throat. All the adrenaline and hurt in her made her scream. A loud, ear covering scream. Anika knew this was it. She didn’t get to say goodbye to anyone. Ethan took out his knife from her throat. She dropped dead. He let his leather covered hand swipe her blood off of his knife.
He looked back up at your room. He was only able to see the pink. He began thinking that you were probably already asleep. But boy was he wrong. His phone in his back pocket vibrated. He took off his leather gloves and his mask. He reached for his phone. His lock screen showing multiple notifications from you. So he opened.
It was you. Only in your lacy matching set. The photos showed you posing infront of your closet mirrors. Some with your bra off and some with it on. He couldn’t stop looking at the pictures. Just standing in your alley way, infront of Anika’s dead body. But his full attention on you. Interrupting the silence.
“Oh fuck”
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Hi! I was curious if you were open to writing a little bit of angst/fluff with Angel Dust who is with a transmasc reader who is having a really hard time with his gender dysphoria bc of how many people have told him things like "you'll never be a real man" among other bad transphobic things, and the reader is just in a really bad headspace since Angel is gay and he thinks he doesn't really like him since he's not a "real man" and it ends with Angel comforting him and reassuring him? (totally not projecting at alllllllll. Please don't feel pressured to write anything on this if it makes you uncomfortable though!)
Hello! Of course I came up with something for you, as I am transmasc myself so I could really throw all of my thoughts in there and make this somewhat realistic, ahah!
WARNING for : transphobia and heavy dysphoria - Angel is here to the rescue though :)
*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.* *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.* *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*
Heart to Heart
A date.
Your lovely boyfriend, Angel, had invited you on a little intimate date in his room for Valentine’s day; just you, him, cosy clothes, a sappy movie playing on TV and a few snacks to chew on during the evening. Usually you wouldn’t be against this at all, it actually sounds like a wonderful night, throw in there a couple kisses and one might even call it perfect – but as of right now, everything you’re trying on looks wrong.
The first shirt you try on looks wrong, your favourite sweater looks wrong, the overly comfortable sweater Angel himself gifted you for your first year anniversary looks and feels wrong. Actually, the right words for it would be that none of these make you look flat on the chest enough.
No matter how much you tuck the top part of your outfit into your pants, or how much you try to adjust your chest into your already uncomfortable binder – just like those assholes had said under the pictures you posted on your social media earlier in the day, you will never look like nor be a real man.
It’s okay though, because there’s at least one person who would never doubt your identity in this Hell of a place, and that person is your boyfriend, Angel.
...right?
With a deep breath, you open your wardrobe for what feels like the hundredth time this evening, and carefully scan your options. You have your mind set on changing your whole outfit, not just the top part, now.
The pair of pants Charlie gifted you a while ago, hoping they’d be the right size since she only asked you about it once: while you manage to wear them on most days, they’re too much on the skinny side today, they show your hips’ shape and you don’t like it. Are they even masculine enough?
That one sweatshirt you just got, the one that’s your favourite color: it’s just too tight, it’s going to show your binder bump. As if there’s a way to fully hide that.
You could wear comfortable shorts – no, they’d reveal too much, show the shapes that a real man shouldn’t have. And that your boyfriend especially would not want to see tonight.
While rummaging through your wardrobe even more you try to keep your mind away from any thought of Angel not accepting you for who you are; it wouldn’t make sense, you’ve been dating for a while now, and surely he wouldn’t be so dumb to keep the relationship going if he didn’t like his partner.
He has also expressed how much he loves you many times in the past, showed signs of affection he denies others, accepted your affection countless times.
And yet, something in your brain just isn’t right today. All because of a few rude comments. How stupid can you be?
You give one last glimpse at the mirror on your right, eyeing the body you’ve grown accustomed to hate. But tonight it seems like your hatred is even more persistent than usual.
You love Angel so much, there’s no denying that. You wish you could just dress up and get out of your room. It’s probably too late anyways at this point, you’ve spent an eternity looking for the perfect outfit that doesn’t exist without even looking at the time, and now it’s too late to even try to show up in front of his room.
Three distinct knocks at your door distract you from your negative thoughts;
“Sugar? Are you still in there?”
It’s Angel’s voice, it holds a preoccupied tone. With a quick look at the clock you realize it’s been past half an hour since the original time for your date.
You reply, meek and defeated; “Yes, sorry I’m late.”
“It’s okay, can I open the door?”
You can’t help but notice how gentle and careful he sounds when he talks to you, in comparison to how he talks to others; it gives you the courage to answer his question, though you still hide your body with your arms as much as you can before doing so.
“Yes, come in.”
Anthony carefully steps inside, his brows furrowed in concern though he manages a soft smiles as soon as he spots you sitting on your bed.
“Hey Toots, I was worried you know? You’re still choosing your outfit? Ha-“
Before he can finish his sentence you blurt out yours without thinking about it twice, your eyes barely holding in tears;
“Anthony, I know this is stupid because you literally just invited me on a date but- do you actually like me? I was just thinking...”
There’s a pause as you’re struggling to find the right words. Your boyfriend knows to wait until you’ve found them, so he gives you a few seconds to formulate your sentence.
“...This.” you gesture at yourself, your body; “Are you okay with this? I’m not a real man, can’t even get top surgery yet. I’m sorry, it’s just...hard to believe that you would see me as one sometimes, especially today.”
You struggle to look into his eyes, fearing his response, but once you find the guts to do so you’re met with nothing but love in them. Anthony pulls you closer with one of his arms, and you immediately find comfort into the warmth his body emanates, letting your tears finally roll down your cheeks.
“Baby, I’ve got to say,” he chuckles, “That is a bit silly, of course I’m okay with you being trans. We’ve been dating for what, a year? And almost three months, I’m so good at remembering – I wouldn’t be with you for this much if I wasn’t okay with it. The only thing I would be is a huge dick actually.”
With the arm that’s lovingly draped across your back he lightly shakes you around at the end of his sentence, which makes you smile.
“So...” you trail off, shyness suddenly taking over.
“Yes, I love you and I think you’re very handsome. Kiss?”
You’re a little surprised by the question in such a moment, but you’d never deny your lover a kiss especially after he comforted you on a subject you feel very vulnerable on. Once you nod though, you’re surprised to find out that Anthony’s little kisses end up landing on your tear stained cheeks, as if this was his way of drying them up.
“I love you too!” you return between giggles and kisses.
He pulls you into a hug, enveloping you with all his four arms, and you bury your face into his chest – he’s wearing what you consider to be his softest sweater, a pink chenille one he always wears when he wants to be both comfortable and cute.
“You still wanna watch something together? You can take some time to pick something comfortable, darlin’.” He reassures you after a while, and you accept his proposal.
You decide to let him stay as you look through your wardrobe with a clearer mind now, even though sometimes you still let an occasional ‘this would make me look less masculine’ slip out. But Anthony always has the right remark to make you feel sliiightly better;
“See, I didn’t pick this because it’s too... tight. Too bad since it’s one of my favourites.”
“Don’t let that stop ya handsome, you’ve got me drooling and looking at you with heart eyes whenever you wear it.”
You can’t help but laugh at that one, though.
“Hey! I’m serious!!”
“Shush Tony! Don’t make me laugh when the rest of the hotel is sleeping!”
You do settle on something warm after a while, and with your boyfriend offering you encouraging words and looks it takes you half the time. He reassures you once again that he loves you before you two leave your room to go relax in his – it’s much more equipped for this kind of thing, being filled with plushies and fuzzy blankets -.
You spend a lovely little Valentine’s Day together, with your limbs intertwined and exchanging little kisses once in a while. Anthony has the cute habit of giving you one on the forehead every single time the characters on screen share one, you find this and many other things about him very endearing... just as he does with you and your habits.
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Lightning Bug - Chapter 18
Master list
Warning: this chapter mentions self-harm and a depressive episode for our reader. Lots of angst.
Word Count: 4.3k
“Any changes?” Natasha asked her girlfriend as she walked into the kitchen, an empty bowl in her hands.
“She ate better than yesterday,” she put the plate in the sink. “But she still hasn’t said a word.” It seemed to be the trend. The young girl stayed locked in her room since the car incident. That was 3 days ago. They feared that they were gonna have to get Helen involved because of her lack of eating but she began to eat what Wanda brought her.
“I’m getting worried,” Kate said, playing with the spider-shaped necklace around her neck. It was a gift from Yelena when the couple first started dating. Yelena wore an arrow, similar to the one that Clint gifted Natasha. But the Black Widow was getting worried too. She even called Laura asking for advice. The mother of three gave the best advice she could, being a little out of her element since her three didn’t have powers.
“She needs to work through this,” Natasha said. “And when she’s ready we’ll be here to catch her.” The whole tower seemed to be affected by it. But America seemed to have taken it the hardest, spending more time at the Sanctum and traveling the multiverse. The elevator opened and Maria walked out, holding a folder in her hand. “No,” Natasha found herself saying before Maria opened her mouth. The agent smiled.
“I’m sorry but Fury asked for you and Wanda,” Natasha grabbed the folder out of her hand. It was nothing dangerous, just smooth talking with some politicians. She slammed the folder close, a little harder than she attended.
“Have him send someone else?” Wanda took the folder from her. There was no way in hell she was leaving the tower.
“Don’t you think I tried, Nat,” Maria opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. “We are stretched thin,” she popped open the beer and took a long sip. It was only 11:30 but Natasha saw the bags forming underneath her eyes. “I know things are tense but I don’t have a choice.
“Sestra,” Natasha looked at Yelena. “We’ll make sure she’s okay.” There were times like this Natasha hated her job and envied Clint. She wished she had a house in the middle of nowhere with no missions or need to train. Her family was happy and safe on a few acres of land. But there was so much red in her ledger for her to stop now.
“Fine,” she said. “We’ll do it but Fury owes me,” Maria smirked, chuckling.
“That list keeps getting longer and longer.
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The world around you seems muted, muffled as if you were submerged underwater. Nothing was clear, everything sounded far off as you stared ahead. You had no energy to move from your bed. Every bone in your body ached and your head felt fuzzy. The only interaction you had was with Wanda bringing you food. The interaction was a loose way you’d describe it. Wanda did most of the talking, you weren’t even sure what she was saying. But you ate the food even though it tasted bitter so they wouldn’t worry. And you knew they were. You couldn’t pull yourself out of this pit you were in. Every Time you tried to crawl your way out you were pulled back in. It was an exhausting, endless cycle as your mind degraded you. Monster. Freak. Killer. Worthless. You believed every word.
When your door opened you were sitting up, coloring on a piece of paper. It was the only thing that you could bring yourself to do. The music was too loud. Reading seemed too hard. And practicing Russian left your brain fried. You were expecting to see Wanda unsure of when the last time you saw the witch. But Natasha walked in with her girlfriend. “Hey dorogoy,” she said, sitting down on your bed. Your legs were crossed so she sat closer to you than expected. “How are you feeling?”
“Okay,” Horrible. Bad. She smiled. Your throat was a little sore from disuse. Wanda chose to stand behind the Black Widow. You felt uneasy. Did they finally have enough of you? Were they here to kick you out?
“That’s good!” Wanda said. You nodded. “Nat and I have to leave for a few days.”
“Fury is sending us on a quick assignment,” you frowned. They were leaving because of you. They didn’t want to deal with you.
“Oh,” you said, looking back down. “How long will you be gone?”
“2 days max,” Natasha said. You nodded. “Kate and Yelena will be here if you need anything,” you nodded again. “And we’ll be a phone call away, okay?” She added.
“Okay,” you whispered, glancing up at them. “I’m sorry,” you looked back down. “I’m not sure where my head is.”
“It’s okay,” Wanda assured you. “We’ll be here when it gets all sorted out.” They were about to leave but you called out to them.
“Be safe,” you said. “Come back in one piece.” Natasha smiled.
“Always,” the Black Widow closed your door behind them. You thought you’d be grateful for the silence, to be alone again. But it unsettled you, it scared you. Oh, how you wished you could be back in time and stop all this from happening.
*
A shower was the first thing on your to-do list when your head felt less fuzzy. You didn’t realize how much it would help as the warm water washed over you. It made you feel human. You were walking out of your closet, dressed in fresh clothes, and drying your hair when it hit. It came out of nowhere. The feeling started in your legs, which was new. Your legs began to tingle and your feet cemented to the ground. The feeling traveled up to your stomach and chest where you felt warm. That fuzzy feeling returned in your head. Your muscles tensed up as the wave of electricity moved through your body. Every time you thought it was done it kept going and going. Finally, it stopped. Black spots appeared in front of your eyes and the metallic taste of your blood filled your mouth. You fell to the ground, unable to find the strength to keep yourself standing. A sheering pain ran through your head and the world went black.
*
Steve was watching Bucky read. It was moments like this that he treasured. No mission. No meeting or training. No paperwork. Just quietness and the opportunity to admire the man he loved. Steve glanced at Bucky one more time before returning to his sketchbook. “Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, Miss. Y/n fell and hit her hand. I’ve already alerted Dr. Cho.” Steve never jumped to his feet so fast and ran to Natasha’s floor. The elevator would take too long. He took three stairs and heard Bucky behind him. By the time Steve got to her door, his chest was heaving and he opened her bedroom door. He saw her, laying face down on her floor. A small pool of blood was forming near her head. “FRIDAY alert Yelena and tell her to get back to the tower.” Steve bent down to pick her up but Bucky placed a head on his shoulder.
“She doesn’t like skin-to-skin contact,” he said. Steve pulled off a blanket from her bed and carefully picked her up, being mindful of not touching her skin.
“Miss. Belova is on her way back,” the AI said. “Should I contact Miss. Romanoff and Miss. Maximoff?”
“Negative, FRIDAY,” Bucky said, following Steve to the elevator. He looked at his boyfriend as the doors opened. “It’s probably better if one of us tells them and not an AI.” He was right. Steve looked at the unconscious girl in his arms and prayed to whoever God was listening that she would be okay.
*
Yelena felt her heart in her throat as she rode the elevator to med bay. They left the tower for just a few hours to try to get America out of the fuck she was in. She didn’t regret leaving because it was nice to see her friend smile again but Yelena couldn’t help but feel guilty. The doors opened and she saw Steve, Bucky, and Sam waiting in the chairs outside a room. “What happened?” Yelena asked, walking over to them with her girlfriend close behind. Steve looked up.
“We don’t know,” he said. “Helen is still doing her assessment. All FRIDAY said was she hit her head.”
“It could be because she hasn't been eating,” Kate said. “She just may need some food and a good night's sleep.” Yelena heard the elevator door’s open and she saw Pepper and Tony walk over. A party was happening down here.
“What happened?” The CEO asked.
“We were just discussing that,” Yelena said, filling in the couple on what they missed.
“FRIDAY, can you tell us what happened?” Tony asked the AI. It took a moment for FRIDAY to respond which Yelena thought was odd.
“It appears that Miss. Y/n has undiagnosed epilepsy,” the AI said. “This is not the first incident to occur but she asked me to not notify you when an episode happened.”
“Epilepsy?” Steve questioned, looking at Kate and Yelena for clarification. But the Black Widow was just as lost as everyone else. Helen came out of the room, gently closing the door behind her.
“Is she alright?” Pepper was the first to ask. “I know epilepsy that goes untreated can cause brain damage. We -”
“Time out,” Helena said, cutting the CEO off. “Epilepsy? Where are you getting that from?”
“FRIDAY informed us she had epilepsy,” Bucky said. “And it wasn’t the first time she had an episode.”
“She doesn't have epilepsy and she didn’t have a seizure although her symptoms mirror it.” The doctor explained.
“Then what happened?” Yelena questioned. Helen sighed.
“Steve and Bucky told me of her powers. Have any of you seen her use them?” A chorus of no and headshakes was the answer the doctor received. Before the incident with Pepper’s car, Yelena believed the teen would go a lot longer without telling everyone what she could do. “She is pulling energy from around her; the beating of our hearts or the existing electricity in the room. Energy can’t be created or destroyed but it can be converted. So she uses that energy and creates electricity,” she explained. “But that energy can’t stay in her body. It needs an outlet. Similar to when you blow into a balloon. Even when the balloon is inflated you can still blow air into it. Until it pops,” Yelena connected the dots in her head. “Electricity is the same way when it needs an outlet it will make one no matter who gets hurt in the process.”
“She’s electrifying herself.” Yelena guessed. Helen nodded.
“From the scans we took, she’s been doing it for some time and it’s causing damage to her hippocampus,” she told the group. Yelena knew that part of the brain was related to learning and memory. “Right now her vitals are stable but she’s still unconscious. You can visit her but only 2 at a time.” The group thanked the doctor and she returned to her other duties.
“We need to call Nat and Wanda,” Tony said. He looked at the two super soldiers. “Are you two okay with taking their spot?” They nodded.
“Of course,” Steve said. “Will you guys keep us updated?”
“We will,” Pepper said. “Kate and Yelena, why don’t you two stay with her until Nat and Wanda get here?”
“I’ll call them to tell them what’s going on,” Sam added. A plan was in motion and finally, it was just Kate and Yelena standing in the hallway. Instead of going into her room, Yelena sat down in the chair Steve was sitting in. She began to play with the rings on her fingers. Each one had a different story, a different reason why she wore them on her fingers. She was so lost in thought she didn’t notice Kate kneeling in front of her, placing her hands over hers.
“My love,” Kate whispered. Yelena looked up staring into the blue eyes of her girlfriend. “She’s going to be okay.”
“Natasha is going to kill me,” Yelena threw her head back with a sigh. “I told her we would look after her.”
“These things happen, Lena,” Kate sat down next to her. “And Natasha will understand that.” Yelena nodded, allowing the silence to settle between the two. When she looked at her girlfriend, the archer was in deep thought.
“What is it?” Yelena asked.
“Do you want to draw straws on who tells America?” The Russian smiled.
“I’ll leave that one to you, little hawk,” Kate rolled her eyes, kissing Yelena on the cheek.
“Fine, anything for you.”
*
“Remind me to kill Fury,” Natasha said as they rode the elevator. She was holding onto Wanda’s hand as a lifeline. When she saw Sam’s name appear on the caller ID, she knew something was wrong. They booked it back to the tower before they were off the phone with him. Wanda chuckled.
“You're not gonna kill him. You're just upset.”
“And you're not?” The Black Widow questioned.
“I am,” Wanda said. “One of us has to be level-headed and not think about murdering the Director of SWORD.” Wanda hit her hip against Natasha. The small action pulled a light laugh out of the Russian.
“You're right. Thank you, little witch,” the laugh was much needed as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Immediately, Natasha saw her sister, sitting alone in the hallway. Not even the sound of the elevator pulled her out of her thoughts. She gave Wanda’s hand a tight squeeze before letting go and walking over to her sister. “Sestra.”
“Natasha,” Yelena stood up. “I’m sorry. I told you she would be okay and I couldn’t keep my promise.”
“Hey, hey,” Natasha put her hands on Yelena’s shoulder. “It’s okay,” she maneuvered Yelena back into the chair and sat down next to her. “This is not your fault okay?” Yelena nodded.
“You are here now and that is what matters,” Wanda added. “Have you been in her room?” The blonde shook her head.
“Cho only wants 2 people in at a time. She wants to speak with you two. I’ll go get her,” Natasha let her sister stand up and walk to find the doctor. She wasn’t ready for this. She felt like her feet were glued to the floor. But she dragged herself out of the chair and opened the door. The air left her lungs as she stared at the still form in the hospital bed. There was a nasal cannula around her face and Ekgs on her forehead. A small gauze was on the side of her head. It took another squeeze from Wanda to get her moving and sit in the empty chair. Wanda sat across from her.
“She looks so peaceful,” the witch spoke, breaking the silence. Natasha agreed but she desperately wanted to see the striking color of her eyes to tell her everything was going to be okay. A gentle knock on the door drew her attention from the teen and Helen walked in.
“Hi,” she said with a smile. “I’m guessing you’ve been filled in.” She stood at the foot of the bed, hands resting on the metal frame. Natasha shook her head.
“We were just informed that she was hurt and came right away.” Helen nodded, her smile faltering slightly. Natasha listened as the doctor explained what happened. She had to admit that she was only catching every other word but she understood what occurred. Self-harm. An act she and those closest to her have gone through.
“Can the damage be repaired?” Wanda asked.
“I recommend introducing light exercises to her daily routine,” her eyes went to the girl. “But the most important thing is we need to stop her from continuing the behavior,” she sighed. “It’s impressive that she’s still doing okay.”
“She’s strong,” Natasha whispered.
“That she is,” Helen said. “Please come get me if you need anything or have any questions.” She left the couple.
“You're right, you know,” the Black Widow looked at her girlfriend. “She’s strong so she’ll be okay.”
“Let’s hope it’s enough.”
*
Kate found America in the kitchen making pasta. “Hey,” she said to the archer. “I figured everyone would have their hands full so I’m making dinner,” she scratched the back of her head. “I can’t promise it will be good.” Kate sat on the bar stool.
“I’m sure it will be great,” America drained the pasta and moved the pasta back into the pot to add the sauce.
“How is she ?” America finally asked, stirring the pasta and sauce together.
“She’s stable. Her vitals are good but she hasn’t woken up yet,” America nodded, leaning on the counter. “She doesn’t have epilepsy like we initially thought.” America looked up suddenly.
“What caused it?” So Kate explained it in the same way Helen told them. Somehow it was more heartbreaking as she watched her friend's face fall more and more. “Electrifying herself? I- I don’t understand. I thought she was doing better. Wasn’t she?” Her voice cracked at the end.
“She was,” Kate fully believed she was. Before the car incident, the girl now in med bay was completely different from the girl who first came to the tower. “Even though we are healing, people can regress. It’s not linear,” Kate has seen it first hand with Yelena. America nodded. “Can I ask you two things?”
“Sure, doesn’t mean I’ll answer them,” America smirked. The archer rolled her eyes.
“Why are you avoiding her?” The teen sighed, looking in the direction of Y/n’s room.
“The last time I saw her I made her lose control because I wanted to fix everything,” she sighed. “But God Kate you should have seen the fear in her eyes. I don’t want to put her through that again. I can’t.” Kate understood that as she’s been in the same position as America. It was a simple mistake but Kate didn’t realize her girlfriend was stuck in a memory. She came up behind her for a hug and Yelena grabbed her wrist, flipping her over, and spraining her wrist. But the pain didn’t bother Kate; it was the fear in Yelena’s eyes that hurt more. It was in the beginning of their relationship so they were still learning about each other. Natasha had to pull Yelena out of her spiraling thoughts and got her to talk to the archer.
“Do you like her?” Kate asked. “More than just a friend.” She added on quickly. A small smile grew on America’s face.
“Am I that obvious?” Kate smiled, nodding her head. “Yeah, I do. There is something about her that I can’t describe. My stomach flips like I’m on a rollercoaster.”
“A little advice,” Kate said once America was done talking. “Don’t turn your back on her no matter how hard it gets,” she was listening with her full attention, feeding on every word the archer said. “Loving her will be difficult but so worth it.”
“Speaking from experience?” America questioned. Kate heard the quiet footsteps of her girlfriend walking up behind her.
“Yeah,” Yelena’s arm snaked around her waist and burrowed her head in the crock of her neck. “I am.”
*
Pepper was lost in thought as she had music softly playing in the background. It was rare that the CEO let herself sit and not busy herself with Stark Industries. She couldn’t bring herself to tackle her growing to-do list. There was guilt making its home in her bones. “You're thinking very hard for someone who should be relaxing,” Tony said, handing her a mug and sitting down next to her. Pepper rested her back against his front. Immediately, he began to massage the tension out of her shoulders. “What’s got you thinking so hard?”
“Just thinking about the past few days,” she said after a moment. Tony hummed.
“You care about her, don’t you?” He asked. She took a sip, savoring the taste of spiked apple cider before resting it on the table.
“Yes I do,” she said, turning to face her husband. “And I know you do too.” Tony turned her back to face forward and continued massaging. She had a big knot on her right shoulder that Tony focused on.
“It’s her eyes,” Tony said. “Never have I seen such child-like wonder and sadness at the same time,” Pepper nodded. “I spoke with Banner and I think we can help her.” When she turned to face him, he didn’t stop her. “Cho said this happened because she’s not using her powers. I can guess she doesn't use them because she’s scared.” Pepper came to that conclusion as well. “So what if we create something where she can use her powers and do some good? It will kill2 birds with one stone, ya know? A safe and controlled way to use her powers and slowly change how she views them.” Pepper stared at him and then finally kissed him.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” she said, picking up her drink. The CEO half expected Tony to run off to his lap to work on the new project but he stayed, lost in his thoughts and worlds away. “Now who is thinking too hard?” She teased, squeezing his leg.
“Do you remember that dream I told you about before Strange came to us?” Of course, she did. She thought about it almost every single day. “Is it something you would want to do? You would be a great mom.”
“Tony,” she said, slowly. She moved away from him slightly to look at him.
“Tell me to stop,” he said. “Tell me to walk away from this,” he gestured to the tower. “And I will. I have that cabin upstate and we can raise our daughter.”
“You can’t walk away,” she said. It was a pipe dream. She’s seen the incredibly stupid things he’s done as Iron Man in the name of saving others.
“Why can’t I?” He questioned. Being with Tony, Pepper learned the man was 5 minutes away from a sarcastic comment. But as she stared into his eyes, it was the most serious Pepper had seen him. “Rogers can handle the team and if he doesn’t want it, Wilson isn’t a bad option. I’m serious, Pepper,” he laced his hand with hers. “Tell me to walk away and I will.” But she couldn’t tell him to walk away and have a normal life to raise their daughter. She couldn’t make that decision for him when he wasn’t just her husband and best friend. Iron Man was a beacon of hope for so many. It would be selfish of her to take him away.
“I love you,” she said. “But I don’t think the world is ready to say goodbye to Iron Man.”
“Will it ever be?” He questioned. Pepper placed a hand on his cheek and he turned to kiss it. She drew circles against his skin.
“I’m not sure,” she said. “But we’ll know when it is.”
*
“Knock, knock,” Natasha looked up as the door opened and saw America, holding two bowls. “I come bearing food,” she whispered, noticing Wanda asleep in the chair. “I know Helen has a two-guest policy so I won’t be long.” Natasha took the bowls from the girl, whose eyes kept flickering to Y/n.
“I can leave,” Natasha said, ready to give her spot up but America shook her head.
“It’s okay. Can you just let me know when she wakes up?”
“You’ll be the first one on my list,” Natasha smiled. “Thank you for the food.”
“Of course. Try to get some sleep too. Goodnight,” she waved, carefully closing the door behind her. It wasn’t long before the smell of food caused Wanda to wake up.
“That smells good.” Natasha smiled, handing her the bowl.
“America made it,” Natasha blew on the pasta before taking a bite. It was good, a little over-seasoned but she was grateful for any food. Wanda giggled. “What’s so funny?” She asked her girlfriend.
“Nothing,” she waved her hand with the fork in it. “Have you ever seen America cook?” She was right. The most the teen had cooked was toast. “It’s just amazing how one stranger can change us.”
“Is it a good change or a bad change?” Wanda smiled.
“It’s good,” the witch said. Natasha looked at the teen, finding comfort in the steady rise and fall of her chest. She wondered if she was dreaming or did her mind offer her one dreamless sleep. Natasha smiled.
“Do you ever wonder what hugging her would feel like?” Wanda nodded.
“All the time,” she whispered. “I wonder when the last time she’s been hugged.”
“Or if she’s been hugged at all,” Natasha mumbled, angrily twirling her pasta. It made her blood boil when she thought how unfair life has treated her. “We’ll ask her when she wakes up,” she looked at Wanda. “I think it will help her feel more like apart of this family.”
“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea,” Natasha watched as Wanda reached into a bag on the floor and pulled out a book, she handed it to Natasha. It was the Outsiders. “She was reading it to you when you were hurt,” The Black Widow took the book and placed her bowl on her lap. “America says it’s her favorite.”
“Is that so?” She opened the book to the first page. It was on the movies they made her watch in The Red Room, an American classic that was filled with their edited agenda. Kate and Peter made it her mission to show her and Yelena movies and TV shows that weren’t tainted by the Red Room. Natasha began to read, “When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I only had two things on my mind; Paul Newman and a ride home…”
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omg can you review the mighty poogle 🥺
The Poogle is one of those really abstract Neopets wherein it's just a Creature(TM). What kind of creature? Who knows. I guess they're meant to be vaguely dog-like (seeing as Poogle racing is a thing, and it does sound vaguely like "poodle"), but they really don't lean towards any one specific animal, which is always something I enjoy.
What makes Poogles appealing is undeniably how chubby they are; it makes them look extra cuddly and is part of what gives them their distinctive noses (or lack thereof) and double chins. It also comes with a bit of lore about them living primarily in cold-weather regions, kind of like how seals have blubber to keep them warm.
Beyond that, I also like their stripes; they break up the design just enough without feeling too distracting, similar to their underbellies. The shape of the stripes is also mimicked by their distinctive ears.
I will fully admit though: Poogles got the raw end of the deal when it comes to customization. Not the absolute worst conversion job, mind you, as for the most part they look pretty dang similar—same pose, same proportions, same markings, etc.
However, what got completely messed up is their faces. Originally, Poogles had a soft, fleshy snoot that had two sets of lines to indicate that it was mostly fat and that it went back in space a bit. Removing this upper line makes their snouts look hard, and also has the side effect of making their snout and even their entire head look too wide.
Likewise, the chin got messed up. The Poogle originally had a pretty distinct double chin/fat neck that, once again, showed how chubby they were. More importantly, their chin lines weren't closed off, so their heads bled directly into their bodies. On converted Poogles, they now just look like they have one weird normal chin instead of a chin and neck. The end result is actually kind of uncanny if you stare at them for too long. It's a shame, because like I said, everything else about the conversion works, and there was no reason to change the elements they did. They're still cute, mind you, just slightly less so.
Favorite colours:
MSP: Species-specific colors always tend to be iconic and a delight, and MSP Poogles certainly are no exception. They're basically the same thing as a regular plushie Poogle, except Evil(TM), with red eyes and a nasty set of sharp teeth (side note: canonically, all Poogles actually have sharp teeth; you just rarely see them). The unconverted version also is bipedal, unlike the regular unconverted plushie, which was quadrupedal.
Both converted and unconverted MSPs have a super fun chaotic gremlin energy to them, and both designs are good depending on which stance you prefer (I kind of like the converted quadrupedal, though granted, the loss of some stitching and extra softness is a bit of a shame.)
Toy: This color literally just released last month, but a toy Poogle based off of the good old iDog is just delightful. Even if you don't know anything about iDogs, the design is still good, with the eyes serving to complete a multi-colored hexagon that draws attention to the head, and the rest of the body considering of just a smooth off-white and black.
Zombie: The mindless eyes on this one are just absolutely delightful and give it a ton of personality. I also like the details, such as a few stitches here and there, a scraggly mouth, scratch lines against the usual stripes, and liver spots. As a bonus, it looks good both with PB clothing and without.
BONUS: I don't normally mention "recolor" Neopets as much on these reviews just because they tend to be mostly by-the-numbers, but the pastle Poogle is honestly gorgeous, with subtle gradients and a low-contrast blue and pink color scheme, helped by colored lineart. It's nothing fancy, but it's definitely one of the all-time best pastels out there.
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this may be a strange request but i couldn’t get the idea out of my brain, this could totally be a multi part or just a one shot.
my idea was that the reader (female) was taken & sold from jotunheim at a very young age, in my head it was because of her magical abilities and so they could be used / warped for mass destruction, but you could make it whatever you’d like. Now how she’s ended up on earth is completely your decision but id love a little angst for it, the setting would be post nyc take over & rehabilitation by the avengers for loki.
the team is called out to raid an undocumented base for illegal experimental weapons & the last thing any of them expected to find was y/n. Young adult & Smaller than average for a female frost giant. how you wanna shape her personality is up to you she could either be shy, scared and they need to break through to her or she could be a confident & covertly trained weapon who’s worlds just been completely blown because this is the first time she seeing someone who looks like her. she didn’t know there were people out there who did.…
as for loki’s perspective, though he’s come to terms with being a frost giant by blood, he still has his insecurities & thinks blue is by far the least appealing color. so why is it when he sees this mysterious woman, he’s absolutely enraptured by this dark blue beauty???
if it’s dumb im sorry lol🤣
Hiiiii!!! Sorry it took me so long to get to this!!!! I'm catching up on my requests!! And absolutely NOT a dumb idea!!! I love it!!!! I am gonna make it multi chapter.....I think one won't be enough. Hope you like it!!!! 💙❄️💙❄️
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Blue Dhalia
Pairing: Avengers Loki x Female Jotun reader
Warnings: mentions of abduction, mentions of torture, forced imprisonment, experimentation, mentions of malnutrition, nothing too explicit.
Summary: for as long as you could remember you were imprisoned and sold to the highest bidder, until a green eyed man changed everything...
Part one-
**dividers by @firefly-graphics
"Hey, get up. Doctor is ready for you." The man said banging on your cell. You slowly opened your eyes, looking up as the door flipped open, the long pole that you were used to coming into view as it hooked to the collar around your neck. "Let's go, I don't have all day." The man said pulling you out. You squinted in the light, trying to get your bearings when you were drug down the long hallway to where the doctor was. You looked at your arms, seeing the experiments from the day before had healed, wondering what they were going to try today.....maybe the heat again....
You were brought into the same room you had spent so many hours in. It was colorless, all grey and white, only a few desks in the corner and a long silver table set up in the middle if the room, restraints hanging from it. They had to change them a few times trying to find ones that wouldn't break. You closed your eyes coming up to the table, trying to think of anywhere else. "On the table freak." The man said yanking the pole. You growled, trying to lunge at the man feeling a jolt run through your body making your muscles stiffen as you hit the floor.
"Are we feeling fiesty today?" The man asked standing over you, your muscles convulsing. "Get her on the table, and remember don't touch her." He called out. You saw two men come over wearing thick gloves, grabbing your wrists and ankles lifting you onto the table slipping the restraints on. "Ok doctor, she's ready" the man called out. You turned your head seeing the man in the white coat come in carrying some papers. "Well well, lovely to see you again." He said walking to the table. "But, I think for your little stunt no dinner tonight." He said setting the papers down. "Now, should we try the heat again today?" He asked making you whimper, you'd rather endure anything then the heat.
You watched him wave his arm, the two men rolling large lamps over, you remember them. You swallowed hard closing your eyes as they turned them on, feeling the heat radiating over you making you gasp. "Ok, keep those on her for a few hours and then I want to try a few things, test her healing." The doctor said walking out. You closed your eyes, trying to remember something, anything pleasant from your life, but all you could remember was pain and heat. Sometimes when you dreamt you would see hills of white, you feet sinking into them as you walked. The cold on your skin as the wind blew through your hair. And then....them.
You could see the ship landing, two people walking out covered head to toe. You looked around seeing you were alone. You still remember his voice "hello little one, want to come with us?" He had asked. You tried to run but they were bigger, faster. You remembered being carried through the ship, the metal box they put you in, the years spent there making you shiver. Your eyes shot open seeing the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. You looked over seeing the doctor come back in. "Is she ready?" He asks the man who brought you. "I think she was dreaming again." He said handing the doctor a knife "Please, she's an animal, they don't dream." He said walking over to the table. "Ok, let's see what you can do." He smiled pressing the knife to your skin. You closed your eyes hoping maybe you would pass out like before.
You laid down as best you could in your cramped space. You were flat on your back, knees bent trying to touch as much of the cold floor to your skin as you could, your arms pressed against the metal walls. You looked at your skin, the deep blue having turned almost grey. You closed your eyes sighing, it would be a few days before the color returned. You tried to get comfortable as to not jostle the cuts along your stomach and chest, healing took longer after the heat, and tried to find some sort of sleep.
You weren't sure how long you slept when you were woken by a blaring alarm and flashing lights outside your cell. You crawled over trying to look but the small slot in the door made it hard to see. "Get the asset, we still need her!" You heard a man yell as the door to your cell swung open. "Come on, we have to go." He said as you pressed yourself to the back wall. "Do you understand, if they find you they will hurt you, I'll keep you safe." He said leaning down. You covered your ears shaking your head when he knelt down climbing towards you "I wont say it again, let's go!" He yelled when you heard a loud bang across the room.
"Where are the weapons?" You heard a man with a deep voice yell out, seeing the man in front of you shake his head before backing up "I do not know what your taking about, we are a research facility." He said to the new man. "We know the kind of research your doing, now answer me." The man bellowed again making you jump. You saw the man run off, a pair of black boots following behind him. You heard several loud noises and yelling. You curled into a ball, bringing your knees to your chest laying your head down hoping it would all stop soon.
After awhile the alarms stopped and everything went silent. You saw the door to your cell had been left open and thought about running, but flashes of what happened last time you tried kept you against the wall. Not long after you heard several footsteps come into the room. "I can't believe you let him get away goldilocks." You heard "I did not let him get away stark, he slipped past me." The louder one said. "Children, can we focus please?" You heard....a woman? You slowly moved towards the front of the cell, peeking out you saw the one with red hear, the one with black boots wearing a red sheet, and a man covered in metal. Two more sets of footsteps had you backing up a bit.
"Loki and I cleared the lower levels....it wasn't pretty." The man said, his arm wrapped in metal as well. "Roof is secure, what did you find in the lower areas?" Another asked, this one holding a shield with a star on it, and a smaller man with glasses. "Experiments, test subjects...all destroyed." The one with the long black hair said. You looked around, there was too many of them to get past, so you slid back towards the wall hoping they would leave and you could try to get out, but you backed up too fast kicking the wall making you freeze. "What was that?" You heard one ask.
You scurried to the back, huddling in the small corner when you saw the black boots again in front of the open door. He leaned down setting a large hammer down as be knelt down, his bright blue eyes meeting yours. He stayed there unmoving for a minute making you nervous "um..brother. could you come here?" He said not looking away from you. "What is it Thor?" Another pair of boots came into view when the other stood up "see for yourself." He said. Your eyes suddenly met bright green ones as the other man knelt down in front of the door. "How..." he trailed off staring at you. "What is it?" Another said as green eyes stood up.
You heard them talking but couldn't quite make out what they were saying. You slowly crept forward seeing them huddled together talking. You looked over seeing the door open, if you ran fast enough you might be able to make it. You looked back at them and took off when the man in glasses walked in front of you "Hey, it's ok. We're here to help." He said holding his hands up. You turned back to your cell, but the green eyed man blocked your way. You looked around trying to find another way. "Just calm down.." the man with glasses said. You saw another door and ran as fast as you could, when the man with the hammer stepped in front of you. You remembered what happens when you touch them....and the consequences....but if you could get through...
You gathered what strength you had left, feeling it surge through you you reached out to grab his bare forearm when someone grabbed your arm pulling you back. You looked down, seeing a large hand wrapped around your forearm. Trying to twist free you watched the hand begin to turn the same color as you. "No, that can't be right, they can't touch you" you thought, looking up seeing the green eyed man, the skin of his neck changing color. You tried to pry his fingers off you when you felt his hand on your forehead hearing him whisper something, your eyes met his seeing they werent green anymore as everything went dark.....
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Damian Wayne headcanons: “Totally can make girls swoon as long as he’s not standing next to Damian (we’ll talk about Damian’s body and pretty boy features in another post)”, can we get that post discussing Damian’s pretty boy features and how he most likely gets the most people coming after him thx to his perfect mix of Talia and Bruce’s genes (Talia’s brown skin color, her green cat shaped eyes w/long eyelashes, Bruce’s face (tho I headcanon the older dami gets the more he physically resembles Talia until the resemblance is uncanny, or he grows to become a perfect match of both his parents facial features), hairline (unless dami grows his hair out a little more in the future), the Wayne charm etc.)????????? Also how the others (Collin, Jon, & Billy) attractive looks attract others as well?????
Honestly, I totally forgot that Tumblr existed for a while so thess are way overdue. But here we go.
Also, excuse Damian's for being hella long but I've had a lot of time to think about Damian
Ok I also have a feeling that I haven't mentioned this before ...
All my content for these boys is aged up, which means they aren't a gaggle of 12 year olds. I'm imagining them between the ages of 16 and 18 unless otherwise stated.
DAMIAN WAYNE, JON KENT, COLIN WILKES, AND BILLY BATSON FEATURES HEADCANONS
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DAMIAN WAYNE
Damian has green eyes, I know people will argue and say he has blue but his eyes are definitely a dark mossy green.
Though they definitely have the capability of changing color in the sunlight, they light up and turn into lighter shades depending on the lighting and time of day, but personally I think they are a dark mossy green.
I don't want to spend too much time on Damian's eyes but for example, in Gotham they tend to be darker because of the atmosphere, whereas when Damian goes to see Jon in Metropolis, they'll be lighter shades because of the sunlight
He 100% has Talia's eyes, and facial structure. I can see him having more of Bruce's features, but his facial and body structure is closer to Talia.
Strong jawline but softer than Bruce's. Damian looks a bit like Bruce but not as sharp, so to speak. His face is slimmer and more rounded, his eyes are more pointed and are sharper but Bruce's are wider.
Bruce is ruggedly handsome, Damian is flawlessly pretty.
Damian's body structure is closer to Talia's too.
I don't see Damian really being able to pack on muscle mass in the future like Bruce. As Damian gets older his body structure looks a lot like Dick's, he's very well fitted.
He does have nice biceps tho. To the point where when he moves you could feel the muscle flex underneath if you were touching them
(If you haven't experienced this personally with anyone, I highly suggest it. Biceps are hot.)
He doesn't have thick thighs like Jason, but he's still very muscular. Sometimes it's hard to tell unless he's flexing, he's not busting out of his clothes, but he is quite strong.
On to other features, Damian isn't white.
I think we've all established it by now but just to make sure.
His skin is a lot like Talia's, light olive skin. Though, in the summer, if Damian gets even the smallest ounce of light he tans instantly. I'm the winters in Gotham, one might mistake him for white because his skin is lighter but once he's put next to Tim it's easy to see that he's not.
Damian has perfect eyebrows. Nothing else needs to accompany this. His eyebrows are flawless.
Ok, so hair. Another thing I've seen some disagreement on.
I believe Damian's hair is Black, like Bruce. But unlike Bruce it's not coarse and heavy. It's light, wispy and soft. When he was younger at the manor he used to gel it up, but now that he's older he's come to realize that it'll just go wherever he wants and it will be fine.
Damian's voice, which I've kinda already covered, is wide range. He can sound like a little girl or Corpse. He generally leans towards a deeper voice, it vibrates a little so if he's talking while you're touching him in some way you can feel the grumble.
He hums a lot. Not musically, but in response to things. He's taken up a habit of humming into words, like saying "mkay" instead of "okay".
I strongly believe that Damian doesn't laugh, he chuckles. Deep, hearty chuckles that make anyone whose near stop and listen to him laugh. He also snickers and sharply exhales through his nose to make that snorting/snickering sound, I don't know what it's called but I think you can guess what I'm talking about.
Damian doesn't have veiny hands, sorry to disappoint. But his hands are very soft for being a swordsman. His skin is very smooth and he doesn't have many imperfections. No birthmarks because of the Artificial Womb, courtesy of Talia.
Not me going back to his eyes, but he squints a lot. Out of confusion, anger, just looking at something, disgust. His eyes generally take the shape of siren eyes, so it doesn't look unnatural that he gives people sharp looks unintentionally.
His lips are on the thinner side but are still soft. Boy definitely uses chapstick. He doesn't have a big mouth or a little one, he's very well proportioned.
Probably has a plump bottom lip tho
Many know this but he frowns a lot. It's not because he's upset, but it's his thinking face. His eyebrows scrunch together when he's doing this too. If he's thinking about something unpleasant his nose with wrinkle. When Damian's thinking hard he looks very confused and upset.
Nicely shaped abs. He has a long torso
HELLA PRETTY SHOULDERS AND BACK MUSCLES MY GUY
Smells like pine needles and sandalwood. Definitely a rich person scent that's strong but not overpowering.
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BILLY BATSON
Figured I would start with Billy because if we're ranking them, he's the second prettiest.
Personal opinion but you'll see what I mean.
So Billy's eyes are brown. Like a dark, chocolate brown.
Some people might say "Well in the dcau and Young Justice they're blue" but I have a personal belief that they're brown. How many blue eyed superheroes and children of superheroes are there? Too many. They're brown.
In the sun they turn into a dark honey color
DEFINITELY has light freckles across his cheeks, I mean really light tho. You would have to be pretty close to him to see them
Billy's hair is soft, and medium brunette.
it's sort of straight, but kinda wavy
the length of it depends on the season, for instance in the summer he has it cut shorter in the back. But in the winter he lets it grow out a bit more
The skinniest of the bunch but it suits him
He's not SKINNY tho, I mean he's being compared to Superboy, Batman's son, and a Gym Rat Gothamite, cut the little guy some slack
Billy has very slender, lean build. Most likely doesn't have Damian-level muscle but he's still easy on the eyes shirtless
Billy has a a bit of a lopsided smile that sometimes expresses laziness
Teeth smile 100%
He has that sort of soft handsome look
Where Damian is very sharp and defined Billy is smooth
He has softer cheek bones (squishy cheeks) and a defined yet round jawline
Billy has thinner lips
I'm not sure how to describe them honestly
Very calm deep voice, deepest voice of the bunch, adding on to this I imagine that he likes to sing and is the best vocalist in the group
His laugh, contrast to Damian, is boisterous and very open mouthed. He's loud and sometimes it sounds like a cackle, but most of the time Billy has a charming laugh that fills the room
Billy almost smells sugary with a hint of linen. Like warm bed sheets but they were washed next to a bakery.
(He once accidentally stole Mary's Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion and now has this sort of addiction to cherry scented things)
Honestly, Billy smells like a lot of things all the time, so the best description is that he smells very warm and sweet
Boy is part of the super soft hands club
Long. Freaking. Eyelashes.
Like, they might tickle you when you kiss him long
(This isn't a romance headcannon but he would be a great person to kiss, OOOH NEXT POST IDEA)
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JON KENT
Ok so on to Jonathan
So our boys eyes are a sky blue
An open sky in the country, and where some eyes have grey tones, Jon's don't
Dark, black hair that has a loose curl to it
A lot of times it hangs down in his eyes so he developed a tendency to play with his hair
He has one of those headbands that comb/hold back your hair, and he wears it a lot
Wouldn't wear it around the guys, there's no way Colin wouldn't make a little fun of him for it. Damian honestly wouldn't care and Billy would probably buy one once he sees Jon wear it
He has pretty fair skin, but tans often due to being in the Sun at the farm a lot.
Has tan lines on his wrist and ankles from bracelets, he's that kind of guy
I mentioned in a previous post that Jon isn't really big on sweating so our boy probably always smells very clean
His scent is lemony with a hint of linen.
Not that the other boys don't smell clean, Jon is just less musky
Jon us bulkier than Damian and Billy, but smaller than Colin.
Another member of the super soft hands club, as well as the pretty shoulders club
he has a soft voice, but it also holds a lot of energy. He talks fast
the highest pitched voice of the bunch, and for the longest time was slightly squeaky.
lovely sounding voice, can't sing for shit tho. Hes a bit tone deaf.
has DEFINED dimples, the king of dimples
always has a content look on his face, looks and is incredibly friendly
I have a feeling Jon doesn't have completely straight teeth, but still a beautiful, toothy smile
he isn't a mouth breather but has a habit of staring at people with his mouth open a bit.
kinda like a goldfish
lip biter (In the cute/hot way)
(ok so my best comparison for Jon is Dave Lizewski from Kick-Ass. I feel like they would have similar energy. I feel like he and Jon would sound similar as well.)
Toned abs. He doesn't even try, they just happen
nice arms, not super huge but you can visibly see the muscle
His entire vibe is secretly buff nerd boy
loves his glasses, only takes them off when he suits up
they're the round-ish square ones with the iron rim (Dave Lizewski glasses)
sharp jawline, but has a square face
Pouty, thick lips
Jon has fairly big hands, and skinny fingers.
Slightly veiny hands
Has never had a lick of acne in his life so incredibly clean face
Definitely a pretty boy
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COLIN WILKES
Colin is definitely the scraggiliest of the 4
Silly ginger boy
Has straight-ish hair but probably got a perm at some point and it kinda worked for him so he's recently discovered that if he puts stuff in his hair and takes care of it right he has some natural wave
Puppy dog brown eyes that look like melted chocolate
Used to have freckles but they faded as he got older so you only see them if you're extra close
Colin had the widest smile of the group
Never had braces because he couldn't afford it so his teeth are a bit uneven
But they were significantly worse when he was a middle schooler so he's glad they figured themselves out a bit
BIG BOY
THE BIGGEST BOY
This dude has the broadest shoulders of the group, the thickest thighs, the meatiest arms.
Colin is built like a tank
Has the veiniest hands, and they never go away. Just constant veins
Is ALWAYS smirking/smiling.
Has a look on his face that always makes it seem like he'd done something bad and he's proud of it
Obviously he hasn't but it somehow lands him in trouble 9/10 times
Colin is the palest of the group, not just because he roasts like a turkey in the son but because he obviously lives in Gotham, where sunlight doesn't exist
Like Billy, his lips are on the thinner side, but they're NEVER chapped. Loves chapstick, probably would eat it
Colin has a fairly round face, when he was younger he had huge gigantinormous ears, but by 15 he had grown into them
If any of the boys had a glow up it was Colin, he went from Kiddo to Daddy within a summer
Smells like grass and mahogany. Also lysol. Sometimes leather. It depends on what time of day it is.
In the morning, it's lysol and leather because that's when he goes to the gym. But after he showers it's mahogany and like Irish spring. But by the end of the day, for some reason he smells like grass and no one can figure out why
Colin's just kinda strange
His voice is lower than Jon's, but slightly higher than Billy's. (When he's Abuse his voice is much, much deeper)
It's rumbly
Has the best morning voice
When Colin laughs, it's a cackle. He sounds like a hyena
Definitely has toned muscles. The most defined muscles of the group
Has ENORMOUS hands
Rough and calloused from weightlifting but the rest of him is fairly soft
Rougher face because he shaves, puberty hit him HARD
He's not pretty, he's hot
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