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cultofdixon · 9 months

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Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Witnessing something as scary as that…regardless of your feelings from before…you’ll need to be more gentle • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Missionary / Hickeys / Grinding • TW: Violence / Anxiety / Minor Injuries

Requested by: Anon

I’ve witnessed a lot of stuff in my life…but this? Oh fuck me

It was a routine run for Alexandria. The two were asked to take a care and try and find anything in near by outdoor shopping centers…when they got in a bit of a pickle.

Y/N was going through one of the stores by herself checking for the usuals when a squatter came out of nowhere and instantly grabbed her. Resulting in her screaming out of initial contact. Thankfully her scream echoed into the next store over where Daryl was, and hearing such made him curse to himself knowing it was a bad idea to separate as he immediately made his way over to her.

The moment Daryl entered the store, he readied his crossbow to take the stranger out. But they were already pinning Y/N to the ground and the way the two were wrestling each other, the shot wasn’t clear. Which led him to drop his crossbow in a hurry and rush over to grab the person by the back of their shirt, practically tossing him into an isle away.

“Y/N are you—“ Daryl stopped himself when he noticed the cut on her cheek and the discarded knife that belonged to the stranger. He was seeing red.

Y/N was a bit taken back already by what happened to her, that when she noticed the stranger start to get up again she retracted and Daryl immediately threw a few punches at the stranger. But it didn’t stop. It was starting to become…a horror movie with the amount of blood that ended up on Daryl’s person.

I should’ve been with her

This never would’ve happened —-it’s just a cut

So much shit has happened, I can’t let anything more happen to her

I won’t let anything happen to her—-even if—

“Daryl!” Her voice cut though his thoughts as he realized that the stranger was dead and on his hands.

The archer dropped the corpse and pulled himself away. He checked his person seeing all the blood and only the worse was brought to his mind. I’m scaring her. Daryl frowns looking over to Y/N after his moment away in his own mind noticing the bit of a shock written on her face. It was a bit unreadable hence why his interpretation was that she feared him in that very moment.

But boy was he wrong.

That was hot—-he literally killed somebody

That shouldn’t have been so fucking hot—-RIGHT

Goddamn it—-HES LOOKING AT YOU

Y/N quickly met his worried expression as she scrambled a bit, only enough to press her back against a few shelves taking a deep breath.

“Uh. You’ve got uh” she gestured to herself where she implied the blood on Daryl’s person.

“Right…yeah uh. Imma clean up before I clean that up to see if it needs stitches” He did the same she did, pointing to his cheek indicating her injury as she completely forgot about it.

“Oh uh I got—-“

“Just to double check. Let me uh. Get somethin’” Daryl left for a brief moment to clean himself up.

Leaving Y/N to audibly exhale, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks when she recalls what she witnessed and what she thought about such. She quickly hid her face in her hands, only to wince to the cut.

“It’ll need stitches. But are you feeling alright? Your face is flushed” Denise asks as she finished cleaning up Y/N’s cut while she was in her own little world. “Y/N?”

Y/N still lost in her train of thought didn’t hear Denise and was immediately snapped out of it when the door to the infirmary opened revealing Daryl.

“How bad is it?”

“Just needs a few stitches but I’m afraid of a head injury if she’s not answering my questions”

As the archer bring himself close resulting in Y/N retracting a bit. Daryl frowns stopping himself.

“Y/N?”

“Yes. Sorry. I heard her. Just. Got lost in my…” Y/N quickly looked into Daryl’s worry filled gaze and covered her face in her hands when her face flushed again. But of course she winced again from the minor pain. “Thoughts” she pulls her hands away turning away from Daryl to give Denise the access she needs to her wound.

“Right…well I’ve got this, Daryl.” Denise reassures. “Won’t take us long”

“Alright. Well, uh. Y/N come find me later?”

But she never did. Y/N started avoiding Daryl because she didn’t want to say how what he did make her feel. Since it was more than a bit of a sexual awakening toward the archer. Something more rooted got pulled out of her that she simply didn’t want to address right away.

Which led Daryl continuing to think the worse.

“Hey, come on a run with me and Glenn”

“Sorry—“ Y/N ran into the door to the Grimes’ residence as she quickly scrambled for the handle. “Watching Jude. Next time?” She asks and didn’t wait for a response as she quickly enters the house.

Even Glenn thought that was a bit weird. But didn’t question it until the two were alone scavenging through an empty neighborhood.

“Did you do something to Y/N?”

“No, I did somethin’ in front of her” Daryl says without thinking as Glenn gave him a confused almost frightened look without being given context right away. “Nothin’…well. I don’t know what’s goin’ on in yer head! I killed somebody in front of ‘er and I scared her”

“So you’ve been trying to talk to her about it?”

“Not even. Or just not yet. I’ve been tryin’ to just…be with her. I don’t know what to do” Daryl sighs following Glenn into a house and doing the usual rummage through.

“You think she’s triggered from the wolves attack? And that you just. Triggered an unpleasant memory? Cuz from what I’ve been told about that invasion, they would kill everyone on sight”

“Shit…So I could’ve hurt her further?” Daryl frowns, only to go into instant annoyance when Glenn shrugs. “You’re very helpful”

“I have a lot on my mind too, man.” Glenn opened a cabinet seeing if there was anything useful. “I would just talk to her. Not exactly corner her but at least somewhere where she feels safe”

The two returned home and Daryl knew Y/N was at the Grimes’s residence last, but when he checked and Carl noticed the archer walking past his open door.

“Dad relieved her of Jude a while ago. Should be back in Carol’s” of course he knows who Daryl was there for.

“Thanks kid”

“Yknow” Carl almost yelled out to get Daryl to stay a second. “I overheard her and Michonne talking. About you”

Daryl brought himself to the doorframe giving the young Grimes a confused look.

“Nothing sound bad if that’s what you’ve been worried about”

“Who says I was worried?”

“Y/N.” Carl sits back in his bed reading his comic book the best he could. “About her obviously. But since you’re already on your way to talk to her, you can get more out of her”

Y/N was in her room in Carol’s reading one of the many books that Daryl has found for her ever since he started doing runs at Alexandria. She was still thinking about that day and not in the way that you’d think of course. She heard the softest knock on the door and looked at her for a moment knowing she was only wearing a bralette and shorts.

Daryl waited for a while thinking she was ignoring him and was about to step away when she quickly opened the door fixing her shirt to finish covering herself. “Hey…you got a second?”

“Mhm. Yeah, come in” Y/N closes the door behind him. “What was it you—-“

“Are you afraid of me?”

“What?”

“Are—-“ Daryl sighs, sitting on the edge of her bed as she remains in front of him crossing her arms giving him a concerned look. “Are you afraid of me after what happened in the store the other day? I lost control…yeah but I’d never—“

“I know you’d never hurt me” Y/N finished for him, bringing herself to sit beside him gripping her knees. “I just. Didn’t know what to say what I really felt there. Because it was like… a bit inappropriate but also not?”

“You lost me there…” He laughs a bit as Y/N tried her best not to just blurt it out. So she tip toed around it…until he connected it for himself.

“Uhhhhh….it was kinda…alarming, yes. And…also hot?”

“Hot?”

“It was just. At first really scary how you let go on this guy…but then remembering you were defending me, just. Me!” Y/N laughs a bit to herself feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “I just. Mm…never had someone that protective over me. It was nice…a lot more than nice but the words are kinda trapped in me a bit”

“I get that” Daryl assures her. “The words don’t always wanna leave” he subconsciously rubs his knee against hers as he brought his full attention to her. “I was really afraid that I scared yea away”

“You could never scare me away, D. What you did…only made me want you more” and that deceleration led a small moment of no words exchanged between the two…

Then Daryl suddenly presses his lips against hers as she instantly grabbed at his shirt for purchase. Y/N tugged at him gently bringing her back agaisnt the mattress as he followed suit carefully towering her on her bed. The first few kisses was soft and gentle, making sure the other wanted what the other wanted…once it was confirmed, Daryl didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss as he used his legs to get in between hers as she didn’t hesitate to wrap hers around his torso lowering himself on her. Y/N carefully pushed him back parting the two so she could catch her breath.

“Wow…that uh escalated”

“Yea want me to stop?” Daryl smirks panting a bit himself.

“Fuck no” Y/N brought his face into her hands admiring the man on top of her for a moment before returning her lips on his.

When he pulled away once more, Daryl looked at her flushed state knowing he wants to go further and with the lustful look in her hooded gaze…she wants to as well…and before his mind could return to that doubtful state, he flinched at first contact of her soft hands before easing into her palms.

“If you’re not ready, it’s okay. We can take it as slow as you want” She reassures as he brought himself into her embrace kissing her once more.

“I want you, I’ve always wanted you” Daryl whispers pressing his forehead against hers, feeling her hands gently run through his hair and softly brush against the back of his neck. “I’m done waiting, sunshine”

As the archer brought his lips back to hers for a few kisses, soon bringing his lips to her cheek…being careful with the bandaged one before trailing his kisses down to her jawline and sucking a bit to leave his mark that only started the trail of hickeys from under her chin to her neck and a little bit of her collar bone that he gained access from pulling the collar of her shirt down a bit. Said action led her to push him off a second, suddenly flipping the two as he was left a bit disoriented from how quickly she did such. But didn’t care when Y/N brought her shirt over her head.

“Holy shit…” Daryl exhaled watching Y/N’s blush take over her face. “Can…Can I?” He sat up resting his hands on her hips gesturing with his eyes to her breasts and back to her beautiful E/C eyes.

“Touch me, baby” She relaxed against his touch when his finger tips gently graze her skin from the end of her bralette bringing them underneath such.

The archer was ever so gentle at first with bringing her sensitive bud in between in his fingers. Tugging and pinching enough to draw out the beautiful sounds from her. He pulls his hand away before using both to take her bra off. He found himself staring for a brief moment, admiring really as he brought himself close pressing kisses along her sternum feeling her hands on the back of his neck playing with his hair.

Y/N arched her back slightly when Daryl toyed with her nipple bringing it in between his lips. Sucking gently before biting the sensitive bud drawing out more moans out of her as it was already exciting him, just making it more noticeable. She could feel him getting excited as she didn’t think and just did—by grinding against him listening to his own music while he sucked on the soft pillowy skin of her breasts while returning his hands to her hips guiding her against him.

“Fuck—-Dar” She felt the warmth grow at her core as she struggled to get what she wanted out. Daryl pulled himself back a bit looking up at her bringing his hands to caress the small of her back.

“Tell me what yea want, sunshine” He almost says in a whisper but the way his voice just instantly drew chills down her back when he spoke.

“More. Please god give me more”

Daryl tried to bite back a smirk as he quickly brought her on her back, bringing himself down to her core glancing for any negative signs before getting started with removing the last of her clothing. Tossing her shorts and panties along with the rest of her clothing as he started to feel a bit over dressed. As he was quick to rid himself of his vest he was hesitant with his shirt, Y/N knowing exactly why as she brought herself to sit up after removing her legs from around his torso. She carefully brought her hands onto his face giving him a quick kiss.

“You don’t have to take your shirt off if you’re not comfortable” Y/N reassures with that loving smile of hers that he’d always take into memory every chance he saw it. “I’m okay being the only completely naked individual” she continued to smile when Daryl scoffed at first to such before giving a short lived chuckle.

“I trust you” Daryl says softly returning his lips to hers as the two went from desperately needing the other to more of a tender moment with Y/N starting to pull his shirt over his head taking in the scars she first noticed.

When she started to gently touch them, he flinched at first of course but she didn’t pry or continue when he did. Oh how this woman makes him feel so important and cared for just by her actions. The archer brought his lips to hers enjoying every second even more.

“I need you” Daryl whispers against her lips, as he shifted a bit to bring himself back above her. Sitting up to get his belt off along with his pants and as he did he remembered. “I…I don’t have a condom on me”

“Uh drawer in the nightstand”

“Always prepared for this moment or?” Daryl smirks as he leans to grab it while Y/N hides the blush that grew darker on her cheeks when he said such.

“I would say yes, in the sense that I’ve always wanted this moment with you. But when I first moved in with Carol…it was in there” She exhaled a laugh, listening to Daryl’s escape him a second.

“Really shows what some of these people were before we came along” Daryl adds while he got his pants and briefs off before putting the condom on.

The archer brought himself back in between her legs aligning his cock at her entrance keeping an eye on any change in her expression when he slowly entered her. Y/N tried her best not to be too loud but she couldn’t control herself when she felt how big he was.

“Fuck—-“ Daryl was fully inside of her feeling her squirm beneath him as he leaned over her a bit resting his hands on either side of her face. “God you’re tight. Warm—Shit” He groans letting them both adjust before he started to thrust, slow at first.

Y/N brought her legs back around his torso indicating in one way for him to go faster with also the look in her eyes of wanting more. He was happy to give, bringing his forearms against the bed brushing the hair out of her face and smiling at her. Then suddenly picking up the pace and pulling out the sweet sounding moans out from her, especially the cut short ones when he adjusted to get the perfect angle to hit her sweet spot.

“Daryl—-Baby—Oh god” She moans directly in his ear when he brought his face in the crook of her neck biting slightly to contain his own sounds. But god his sounds shot straight to her core.

They both drew close to climax, Y/N a bit sooner given the way her legs started to shake as Daryl brought one of his hands down to rub circles on her clit to get her there.

“Kiss me—-Please, baby” She begged as he happily obliged firmly pressing his to hers as her hands instantly went into his hair careful when she tugged as that drew out a moan from the archer on top of her. She’ll remember that for later.

Daryl couldn’t hold much longer especially with the way she squeezed around him when she climaxed. He tugged at her bottom lip in between his teeth, releasing as he pressed his forehead against hers bucking inside her a few more times. Giving one last thrust, groaning loud but was quick to shut himself down in case Carol was home. Something neither of them cared about until they were finished.

As he pulls out, Y/N exhales a bit of the exhaustion from her watching his every move as he was very gentle with her. Rubbing her legs as they tiredly rest against him.

“Want me to—“

“Stay” Y/N cut him off knowing where he’d go as Daryl pulls away to rid of the condom and get his boxers back on along with his shirt. “Daryl…”

“I ain’t leavin’. Let me take care of yea” He leans over kissing her once more before grabbing her shirt and shorts helping her back in her clothes.

Once he got her comfortable, Daryl was about to get up and leave for something he didn’t state yet…he wasn’t going to leave her, but her thoughts took her a moment.

“Just…lay with me, please?”

Daryl felt his smile break through even if the poorly lit room couldn’t pick it up well enough. He lifted the blanket, bringing himself right beside her and feeling her get close.

“I won’t be upset if you leave once I’ve fallen asleep…” The archer chuckled to her words.

“I’ll be right here when yea wake up, sunshine”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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stealingyourbones · 1 year

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Hi! So I was into DP years ago, then earlier this year got into Batfam fics, then saw my first DC x DP crossover and just 💥

So now I’m on a new obsession that has me reading every one of your prompts and any stories that come from it and I just had this one flood my brain:

Presumed Alien Danny

So for [insert reason here] Danny has to flea Amity and the living world to stay in the Zone. He’s injured, and therefore forced to use the Fenton Specter Speeder, and flies it into the portal. Only, whether due to a malfunction, Clockwork, or something else, instead of the Ghost Zone, the Speeder gets spat out of a portal in the DC universe.

So, on the other side, the Watchtower gives an alert that an unknown energy is spiking nearby, and then a spaceship/pod looking thing comes flying out of a flash of green. It’s spinning out of control, and headed for a desert on Earth. A team is dispatched, I’m thinking Superman (alien), Green Lantern (alien law enforcement) and Batman (obvious. Kid bait).

So they get there within moments of the crash, find the thing totaled, Superman hears a strange, humming/thrumming accompanied by groans, and he cracks what’s left of it open to see this green-eyed, white-haired kid with very bad injuries and green blood covering what looks like it could have been some kind of space suit. He grabs the kid, gets him out, and Lantern makes a shield that contains the massive explosion that leaves the ship/pod nothing but charred bits lying scattered across the sand.

They get the clearly alien child to the watchtower for medical help, and though they heal very quickly they still need a lot of stitches, mainly because the first set melted and they had to use ones designed for metas with corrosive abilities.

Then, a day or so later, still healing but not in danger, the kid wakes up, stares wide-eyed at the people around him, and exclaims something I a strange language.

Yeah, definitely alien.

Danny wakes up, sees a bunch of weird, costumed people all around him, and tries to ask what the heck is going on. They all stare in confusion. One guys, who’s glowing green but a different shade, had a ring that starts speaking in a different language.

So, I figure, in an alternate dimension, the English language developed differently, so Danny’s English and the DCU’s English aren’t the same. Hence more Misunderstandings.

Also, if Connor is in this, it’s not until after Danny’s been found. 😎

So Danny gets introduced via the Green Guys magic translating ring, finds out they think he’s an alien, thinks he’s still in his world, where the Anti-Ecto Acts are a thing, and goes with it. They introduce him to the younger hero’s his age, and once he’s better they set him up in their base to live, since obviously he can’t stay on the watchtower or blend in. A few weeks in is enough for Danny to get confused by all the differences and look into it, and realize he’s in a new dimension. But he’s already knee-deep in this, so he just doesn’t ever mention it, and just refers to his ‘home planet’ as Amity.

Meanwhile, the alien kid, Danny, seems to be adjusting well, if a bit confused by the strangest things at times. The planet he mentioned as home was listed by the Lantern Corps as one destroyed by a black hole a few days before Danny’s pod showed up, so they avoid asking about the clearly painful and traumatizing experience. Superman, upon learning about the boys skill set, takes him under his wing.

TLDR-

Through a series of misunderstandings and coincidences Danny is premised to be an alien child by the Justice League and taken in as Superman’s apprentice/son. He does not correct this assumption, either ever or until he is outed by something/one else.

homie I am in love with this idea. Presumed Alien Danny makes me so happy.

I will like to add: The not-quite-english that Danny is speaking is akin to old English.

#Presumed Alien Danny #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #norasalina

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sofie-toffy · 5 months

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Mizu Headcanons

AN: Broo ive just finished blue eye samurai and im obsessed w it..so here are some headcanons! SHE WAS SO FINE IN THE LAST SCENE BTW UGHH

(I’ll be separating it based on genre eg. angst or fluff)

Warnings: Angst, Contains mentions of death & murder, spoilers! The fluff is x reader

(if you know me irl, no you don’t)

Angst:

- Mizu often thinks about how life would be if she chose to forgave her husband and didn’t kill him

- After Ringo leaving her she feels awful for what she’s done and wishes that she could let go of her revenge path but cannot

- Once Mizu’s “mother” betrayed her and Mizu killed her, she still had the motive of killing her father, but instead of the motive to avenge her mother it was to curse the man that made her live in the first place

- She understood that she never should’ve been born in the first place and was born as monstrous, hence her obsession with revenge. But there is obviously a part of her that wants to live a peaceful life

- She normally has panic attacks but no one has ever witnessed them except Swordfather

- When she was with her husband (the night before the sparring) that was the only time she felt loved for who she was

- She wanted to show who she really was as her husband asked to, and once she did she was called “a monster” and now she’s reluctant to show anyone even half of who she really is

- She overworks herself to the point of exhaustion and most times collapses, forgetting to eat and rest

- Whenever she checks her reflection, she imagines herself with brown/black eyes

- (Canon) she wears the same clothes she wore since she was a child and stitches them whenever they tear

- because of her binder she often has trouble breathing but she’s so used to it she thinks it’s normal

- She once wanted to gouge her eyes out so she won’t witness the looks of disgust when they see her eyes

- She’s entirely convinced that there’s no way she’ll ever be truly loveable. She’s convinced she’s monstrous in every way, from the hues of her blue eyes to the violence she bears

(MY POOR BABY I LOVE HER SM I JUST WANNA SEE HER HAPPY N SATISFIED 😭😭)

Fluff/Not angst(finally)

- Love language is quality time & acts of service

- Although she’s not aware of it, she has an unconscious fixation with music. Mizu has always been drawn to musical festivals and it both calms and excites her

- If given the time, she normally asks if you want to go to festivals (her unnamingly pleading for you to agree) and her face is relaxed the whole time, her fingers intertwined with yours

- I feel her normal dates with you would be very simple. She’d enjoy just spending time with you, quietly or with small chatter

- She loves stargazing with you. My god. Laying beside each other, feeling each others warmth contrary to the harsh snow as you look at the different constellations

- Actually, you’d be looking at the constellation while she looks at you with a small smile tugging at her lips, while she adores the light in your eyes as you gaze up

- Speaking of holding hands she LOVES to hold your hand, doesn’t matter if your hand is cold or warm, it intertwines with hers perfectly

- Whenever you compliment her eyes she doesn’t believe you until you say it a thousand times

- takes a LONG time to warm up to you, but once she does it is SO worth it

- unconsciously misses your warmth, once sleeping she searches for your hand to hold or for you to hug

- speaking of hugging, i think she can be both spoons but mostly big spoon

- loves resting her head on your chest but loves wrapping her arms around you, ensuring that you are safe

AN: GUYS I NEED HER SO BAD U DONT GET IT

#blue eye samurai #blueeyesamurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu headcanons #mizuxreaderhc #headcanon #headcanons #mizu fanart #fluff #besfluff #besangst #angst #fanfic

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ghostandsoap · 10 months

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Double-Sided

John Price x Fem! “Peach” Reader

Tags: Angst. Momma Peach and Poppa Price fight in front of the “kids.”

Word Count: 4.8k

“I would’ve if you had let me.”

She had been at it for hours.

She had a side stitch from standing for so long and the splitting pain in her head was only getting worse with each passing moment. The stress and tension of the room didn’t help, but there was no way she was giving in.

She could do this all day, but it was beginning to take a toll on her.

Her brain felt like it was swimming in circles. The same movements repeated in her hand gestures and leg motions, and the same threats and words of venom spit from her mouth as she tried to break the man sitting in the middle of the room.

Apparently, he had the same kind of patience that she did. Besides, it wasn’t like he could go anywhere.

He had stopped trying to fight the restraints of his chair long ago. He wasn’t getting up from where he sat without some outside help, which he most surely wouldn’t be getting. Ghost and Soap had been the ones to wrestle and tie him down, so the odds of him getting loose were slim to none.

It was well into the night. Darkness and stars had painted the sky hours ago. Too bad she and the rest of the Force were stuck inside trying to get answers out of this scumbag, who didn’t show any signs of giving up the information she wanted from him.

Notorious criminal was a basic definition of his character. He and his posse of “colleagues” had been tied to four different chemical warfare incidents in the last several months. “Colleagues” was a term that he so leisurely used, but she hardly considered them to be friendly co-workers.

He and his crew had designed and created a chemical weapon that had been used in these chemical attacks over the course of the last several months. They had only just now caught up to him, because he was just as good as staying under the radar as he was making his mark.

Word was that they had sent a “special shipment” of this lab-made weapon to an official location, but the destination was unknown – hence why Peach had been grilling him for half the night at this point. They needed to find the shipment and intercept it before it reached where it was intended to go. A mass exposure to this chemical weapon could mean a lot of damage and fatalities.

Time wasn’t on her side, and he was stalling and wasting as much of it as he could.

She was the best interrogator of the team. Each member had their own strengths when it came to squeezing answers out of a person of interest.

Soap had a certain way with words that could cause the subject to unintentionally give up information. Gaz was cool and convincing, and Price had a temper on him that could shake up pretty much anyone. Ghost was just plain scary – he could merely walk in the room and some people would fold immediately.

But Peach had a little bit of it all. She was convincing and smooth, but could also turn angry and loud. She had it down to a science, but this was her hardest attempt yet.

Usually she slapped them around a little bit. It sped up the process and you wouldn’t believe the people that caved just because they didn’t want to be beat up by such a sweet-looking woman. Other times though, it slowed everything down. It was a risk that usually had to be weighed once she was in the middle of things and had scoped it out.

But Price had given her once simple command before she began her interrogation.

“Whatever you do, don’t lay a finger on him.”

She had whined and protested, begging her Captain to give her the freedom to get her hands bloody if she needed it. It wasn’t like she ever really hurt anybody that bad. She could control herself much more than if Price went in there and put his hands on the guy.

Still, John feared that if she used her knuckles instead of her head, then they’d never get anything out of him.

Right now she was trying the convincing approach, although she wasn’t getting anywhere. In the last several hours, she had probably asked him what felt like about 100 questions, and he hadn’t answered a single one. He dodged every question and demand and brushed off every insult, threat, and comment.

She circled him for what had to have been the millionth time. She was sick of looking at his face, and she could only imagine he was tired of seeing her too.

“That shipment must be goin’ somewhere real important if you’re this tight lipped about it,” She persuaded, her hands shoving into the pockets of her cargo pants. “Must be headed for someone mighty special.”

There had been a few times where she was positive that he was about to give something up, but then he’d catch himself and change the subject completely.

“That accent…” He rumbled, and she didn’t even bother resisting to roll her eyes. “You’re a long way from home, huh?”

She could only describe his voice as snakelike. It had a certain pitch to it, and all of his “S” sounds were drawn out like a hiss.

A few times, she entertained his counter questions. If it brought her closer to getting something out of him, then she didn’t mind giving up some personal information of her own. It was a fair trade off, if you will.

“Haven’t been home in a long time,” She answered. “I can’t seem to ditch the accent.”

“I’d say it suits you.” He shrugged.

This had been the cycle the entire time. She would ask a question and he would change the subject. She was beyond frustrated because nothing was working.

The room that they were in was stuffy. The air was warm, thick, and it felt like she was breathing soup with every inhale she took. Beads of sweat lined her forehead and dripped down the middle of her back, despite the fact that she had stripped down to a tank and her most comfortable set of pants.

The room was straight out of a movie. Concrete floors, cinder block walls, and there was hardly any real light coming from the singular LED overhead. Based on how it flickered and flashed, it was clear that it had been quite some time since the bulb had been changed.

There was a singular window that offered observation inside, and it connected the adjacent room. The glass was tinted from the inside, so the eyes that were inside, couldn’t see outside.

Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap had been watching this whole time from the opposite side, and they were growing more discouraged by the minute.

“She’s not getting anywhere, Captain. He’s barely said anything useful.” Ghost remarked, who was saying what everyone else was thinking.

Price sighed. They could only do this for so long before they would just be wasting precious time on a dead end. Price didn’t want to pull her out because that was giving up in her mind. But he couldn’t stand to watch her keep doing this.

While she was hiding it well, he knew she was as distressed as could be on the inside. He had seen her in her more visible moments of stress and anxiety, and he knew she was close to the beginning of a breakdown.

“Let’s give her another half hour,” Price advised. “Maybe she can turn this around.”

They were all tired. It had been a long day and now they were already well into an even longer night. They needed as much rest as they could possibly get before coming up with a new plan and starting over. They didn’t have enough time to try and do this again.

It turned out that Price’s extra thirty minutes had dwindled down to about two minutes.

“This is gonna go a whole lot easier if you just tell me now,” Her voice lowered, her tone smooth and dark. “Where’s the shipment bein’ sent to?”

Of course, he wasn’t going to answer that. She was mean and she was tough, but he had spent years perfecting keeping his cool under this kind of pressure.

“That Captain of yours has it bad for you, doesn’t he?”

A thunderclap of dread cracked in Price’s chest and vibrated to the rest of his body. If there was one way to set her off, it was to bring him into it. She didn’t totally lose it right away, but he could tell just by looking at her that she was close by that comment alone.

John knew better than to look at Soap, Ghost or Gaz, but he knew they were watching him like a hawk. They were waiting for a reaction, but they surely weren’t going to get one.

“Not a word.” Price instructed, still staring ahead through the dirty glass.

They all jumped, quickly looking in different directions as if they hadn’t been waiting for some kind of tell that this guy was getting under his skin.

It wasn’t necessarily a secret that Peach and Price had been seeing each other. They weren’t really trying to hide it, but they also weren’t going out of their way to share it publicly. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap were curious, but too afraid to ask. They were entitled to privacy, but it didn’t stop them from being nosy.

“What makes you say that?” She dared to ask through almost bared teeth.

“It’s in his eyes. He doesn’t look at his men the way he looks at you,” He said. “How long has that been going on?”

“That’s none of your fuckin’ business.” She growled, and her pupils were expanded the way they were every time she was heated.

This wasn’t going anywhere good. The second she laid hands on him, this entire thing was going to be blown.

“She’s gettin’ angry, Captain.” Soap advised, which was more of a warning than anything.

“Not yet.” Price held up a hand, giving her up until the last possible second to get something.

She remembered John’s words. It was imperative to find out where the chemical weapon was going. There was no telling what they were planning to do with it and what kind of mass effect it would have. She couldn’t be the one to jeopardize that. She knew that entertaining his nagging questions would only make things worse.

“Where’s the shipment going?” She asked one final time.

He leaned forward as much as the restraints would allow, his words rolling off in his most sinister tone.

“Fuck you.”

Shit.

Price saw the fire explode in her eyes, and he knew to react before she had a chance to.

“Ghost. Get her.” Price ordered immediately.

Ghost was swift on his feet, entering the room and snatching Peach up before she even had a chance to do or say anything else. He hoisted her off the ground, ignoring her wriggling and shrills of protest. A blast of cold air hit her when he carried her back into the next room, which was barely helpful to her boiling blood.

Ghost wrestled to set her back on her feet, but kept a strong arm around her to fight her attempts to get back in the other room. She shrieked and pleaded for Ghost to let her go, and the good Captain only stepped in when Soap and Gaz had to assist Ghost in holding her down.

“That’s enough,” Price barked. “We’re done here.”

She ripped herself from Ghost’s hold at the sound of John’s voice, giving him a look so cold that it sent a shudder down his spine. Her anger was now laser focused on Captain Price, who wasn’t looking forward to the argument that was undoubtedly about to unfold.

“Let me at him, John, he’s gotta give in sometime.” She hissed, strands of her hair sticking to her damp forehead and the back of her neck.

He didn’t want to fight. He hated fighting with her. He especially didn’t want to get into a squabble with her in front of the rest of the team. But right now, he needed to be her captain first. This was her captain speaking, not her lover.

This was one of those moments where it was unexplainably hard to be both.

He wanted to comfort her, to reassure her that she was doing everything that she could. He could praise her for her determination and hard work. At the same time, he couldn’t just sit and watch her work herself to death, especially for no reward. There was much more at stake, and her pride getting a little damaged was better than wasting all of her time trying to crack this nut.

He grabbed her arm, dragging her away from the door in case she tried to force her way back inside.

“You’re done for the night,” John commanded. “You’re not getting anywhere with him.”

Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were standing aside, watching and listening without saying a word. It wasn’t often that Peach and Price got into it like this. But when they did, they knew not to interject or intervene.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She stood in front of him, her eyes squinted and jaw clenched as her accent drew thicker.

Fire was burning in her eyes. The outline of the vein in her forehead was showing under her skin as her cheeks grew hotter with each passing second.

He knew that she would take that the wrong way. He wasn’t insulting her attempt or her work, but she surely took it that way. She was tired from being up so long, irritated by the suspect’s behavior, and disappointed that all of this was for nothing.

But at the moment, that wasn’t Price’s understanding of the situation. All he knew was that she was angry and questioning his judgment in front of his team, and he had to match her tone.

“It means that this is a waste of time,” His voice grew louder, cheeks burning red. “We can’t afford any more dead ends.”

“And what do you suppose that I do in the meantime?” She challenged him, something she rarely ever did.

“You need to take a break. Get some rest. We’ll reconvene in the morning,” John barked. “That’s an order.”

She didn’t like that at all. She was determined to keep at this until she physically couldn’t anymore. This was just too important to give up on now. She shook her head in disbelief, a mixture of fury and disappointment causing her to be so vicious.

She could stand here and argue with him for the rest of the night, but if there was anything that she knew would be a waste of time, it was arguing with John Price.

“Yes, Captain.” She hissed, those two simple words dripping with venom as she pushed past him.

He sighed as she stalked out of the room, no doubt going to find the furthest place to get some sleep. Price knew better than that though. She would be up the rest of the night stewing over this, prematurely blaming herself for something that hadn’t happened yet.

He was already feeling guilty for his reaction. He knew better than to blow up at anyone like that…especially her. He was tired, she was tired, everybody was tired. His emotions in a state of exhaustion and irritability had gotten the best of him.

He knew what he needed to do – cool off and go fix this.

Ghost was the first one to speak up when he realized they really were finished for the night.

“What about him?” Ghost asked, tilting his head to reference the terrorist that was still tied down.

“Leave him. He’s not going anywhere.”

That was Price’s way of telling him that he wasn’t in the mood to deal with a criminal right now. That was also Price’s way of telling the three of them that they could do whatever they pleased with him at this point. Price didn’t ask any questions about what they intended to do with him. He didn’t need to know, and he trusted that they would leave him intact enough so he would see his day in the clink.

Price had other matters to tend to. A clammed up suspect wasn’t worth his time. Everybody needed to regroup and come up with a new strategy when the new day came around.

Rest, reconcile, and regroup. That was his to-do list. He emphasized the second one, but cooling off needed to come first.

He left Ghost, Soap, and Gaz to their own devices, trudging off to find a quiet place to collect himself.

***

If there was one place that Price always knew where to look for her, it was the infirmary.

She was the only one of the team that was trained and qualified enough to effectively utilize the space. Most people avoided it, considering the times that they were there were usually because they were injured or coming down with something. Needless to say that, other than her, it wasn’t likely to catch anybody hanging around there for fun.

She excelled there. It was her main place of work and where her skills were most useful and appreciated. She was talented in many other ways, but her medical knowledge was just so precious and priceless. The force could scrape by without having someone who was perfectly trained in combat or computer hacking. But without a medic? Success was highly unlikely.

The infirmary was where she felt the most useful. She felt almost…safe there.

He knew that’s where she would be. She was probably standing at one of the cabinets, taking all of its contents out and organizing them back inside again.

It was a meaningless task, just something to occupy her hands while her brain circled around itself. She would do this over and over until every corner of every box was flawlessly lined up and every label on every bottle was centered with the front of the cabinet. It was just to distract herself, and an attempt to keep her real feelings at bay.

Not to mention, she was unbelievably angry with her captain.

John knew that she wasn’t going to be thrilled to see him. He prepared himself for another fight as he navigated his way to the infirmary. She would never yell or scream at him, but her voice always turned ice cold and stern when she was upset. He found that to be worse. He’d rather her scream in his face – that way he’d have no question about how she was feeling.

She also wasn’t one to talk about things right away. She liked time to simmer on it and at least cool off a little before talking it out. He had waited around 45 minutes before seeking her out. 45 minutes was all he could stand. The anxiety and anticipation of knowing she was alone and seething to herself was unbearable for him.

While he was desperate to get this resolved, he also had to stand firm in his decision to pull her out of the interrogation. It might’ve upset her as his girlfriend, but it was the right move as her captain. He could acknowledge her disapproval while also defending his decision.

He turned a corner and immediately noticed a glow of light coming from the open doorway of the infirmary. He could feel the energy from here. She certainly wasn’t in the best mood.

Nonetheless, he would rather have a conversation than move on without discussing it.

Sure enough, there she was – facing the cabinet on the back wall, lining up boxes of gauze pads and organizing bottles of disinfectant. He could practically see the steam hissing out of her ears, like her head would blow off of her shoulders at any moment.

He leaned against the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets and his feet crossed over one another. She was oblivious to him standing there, another sign that her focus was elsewhere. He took a calming breath to recenter himself before he made himself known.

“Hey, Peach.” He kept a neutral tone.

Her shoulders squared and straightened at the sound of his voice. She wasn’t expecting to see him again tonight, not after that little fallout they just had.

Her hands had paused on the box of gauze in her hands, her eyes trained on the print on the cardboard cover.

“Captain.” She said.

He ignored the sting in his chest and the annoyance that came from her not using his name. This was one of those times where he was here both as a boss and as a boyfriend. Those moments were pretty rare, and he very much preferred being one or the other.

“I thought I told you to take a break.” He said coolly, more as small talk than anything.

“Not tired,” She half-lied. She was tired, but wouldn’t have been able to sleep though. “Where are the boys?”

He couldn’t help but grin to himself. She always referred to Ghost, Soap, and Gaz as “the boys” like they were her kids. It was ironic because she was younger than both Soap and Ghost, but somehow all of them saw her as motherly at certain times.

“Soap and Gaz hit the sack,” He said. “I think Ghost is dealing with our perpetrator.”

Price reached into the inside of his jacket, locating the pack of cigarettes that he stashed there. After today, he needed something to take the edge off. He slid a cigarette from the pack, settling it between his lips while he fished around in his pants pocket for his lighter.

“Guess he was better for the job then?” She grumbled, her back still towards him. “And don’t you dare light that cigarette.”

Price’s thumb had just set on the spark wheel with not even enough time to push it down to ignite the butane inside. She was always on him about his smoking habit. He knew all the health risks and concerns that came from smoking (she had explained them to him many times), but never were they enough to motivate him to kick his habit completely.

Nonetheless, he placed the cigarette back into the pack and stored them with his lighter for safekeeping.

“It had nothing to do with that. You were just as suited and prepared for it.” He answered.

I guess we’re getting right into it then. He thought to himself.

“Then why’d you pull me out?” She set the box in the cabinet and closed the door.

Her tone wasn’t as firm now, but it still had a certain chill to it.

“It was all part of his plan. He was going to wear you out until we were out of time.” He remarked.

She shook her head, an incredulous smile spreading across her features. She finally turned to him, her eyes meeting his from across the room. He had calmed down much more than she had, but she didn’t look like she was close to combusting anymore.

“You have absolutely zero faith in me.” She said.

His stance changed, his legs straightening out as he fully entered the room.

“Come on, Peaches. You know it isn’t that,” He pleaded. “We’re running out of time. I couldn’t risk using it all on a dead end suspect.”

He was closer to her now. He could read her better if he was close.

“If it had been Soap, you wouldn’t have pulled him out.” She grumbled.

“That’s not true,” He became more determined, but his voice remained normal. “I was looking out for you and for the best interest of this team.”

Her pupils dilated, a quick surge of vexation flashing over her irises.

“I’m not soft, John. I don’t need you takin’ care of me.” She huffed.

At least we’re back to first names.

“I know that. I’ve never thought of you as anything other than independent and perfectly capable. And I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise,” He defended. “But I’m your captain. It’s my job to keep this team safe and in line. That includes you.”

She almost rolled her eyes. How could he act like she didn’t already know that? She had a response ready, but he went on before she could say it.

“I made a judgment call because I was worried about you, and I saw that what he was doing was sabotaging what we’re trying to do,” He proclaimed. “You have the right to be upset over it, but it was the best call. I would’ve made the same choice no matter what. It just so happened that there was a little more emotion involved.”

It wasn’t always easy being both her captain and her lover. As he had said before, it presented some unique challenges that could only be dealt with as they happened. It was only when the two sides blended that things could get tricky.

It wasn’t always easy for her either. Over time, she had learned to know when to treat him as a respected captain and when to love up on him as her romantic partner. She just had to understand that there were going to be times where his care for her was going to overlap with how he treated her professionally.

And in all honesty, she knew deep down that he hadn’t dragged her out because he didn’t think she could do it. If he thought that she wasn’t capable, he never would’ve let her do it in the first place.

“It’s just…” She sighed, a much more serene look glossing over her eyes. “He got the best of me.”

She didn’t lose her temper often. If anything, it was more likely for John to flip his lid. But the stakes were high, the pressure was on, and time was running out…it made sense that an uncooperative criminal pushed her over the edge.

“I know. It’s alright,” He pushed a set of stray hairs from her eyes. “I didn’t want you getting all worked up over it. I need you to have a clear head so we can get this figured out.”

She felt ashamed for lashing out. She was better than losing her composure and confidence over some low life criminal.

She felt remorse for getting in John’s face and nearly cursing him out in front of his team. Her reaction had been uncalled for, and she felt guilty.

“I’m sorry, Captain.” She apologized, the last of the flames in her eyes smothering out completely.

“Oh, come on now, darling,” He took her chin gently between his thumb and index finger, tilting her head forward to press his lips to her forehead. “I’m just glad you didn’t try to kill him.”

“I would’ve if you had let me.” She gave a small smile.

He chuckled at that, wrapping one of his arms around her waist.

“I know,” He pressed another kiss to her head. “I find the thought of you killing an international terrorist rather sexy.”

“Is that so?” Her smile grew wider. “Only problem with that is I’ll lose my job if I get caught killin’ him without probable cause. And I like my job.”

“You would never get caught,” He scoffed. “You’re stealthy.”

His arm unwrapped from her waist, his hands coming to gently grip her biceps. He kissed her properly then, his facial hair tickling her skin as she hummed into the kiss. All was well between them. This was hardly any real bump in the road for them. A minor hiccup, at most.

Price could forgive and forget a little outburst on a terrorist. He would be more concerned if she hadn’t cared so much about this mission.

“How about you get some sleep?” He said when she broke the kiss. “We need to get started as soon as the sun comes up.”

Price’s eyes suddenly started scanning the room, as if he were looking for something.

“Sure. I’ll finish packin’ the cabinet and I’ll hit the hay,” She smirked, following his eyes. “My medic bag is in that closet. Suckers are in the front pocket. I just restocked the cherry ones.”

A grin spread on his face when he dashed towards the closet that she pointed to. He had a theory that she kept lollipops around not only for people after being treated, but also to keep him from smoking so much. It didn’t really work, but he still appreciated the gesture.

He stuck around until she was finished, escorting her out of the infirmary and to a decent place to get some rest. He made sure she was comfortable before he turned in for the night as well, but not before finishing his candy treat.

Although, the lollipop was nothing compared to the relief he felt from making things right.

He felt confident that the answers the team was looking for would be found. And her confidence would return when this was all over and dealt with. She would be successful once more.

And he believed that both as her captain and her lover.

#john price #john price x reader #john price x fem! reader #john price x female reader #john price x 'peach'#john price x you #john price x y/n #john price angst #john price oneshot #john price one shot #john price oneshots #john price one shots #john price imagine #john price imagines #john price fanfiction #cod mw2 #MW2 #mw2 fanfiction #ghostandsoap

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vraisetzen · 5 months

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𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 – 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Summary: As Kokushibo does the laundry, he stumbles upon a pair of your underwear.

Tags: NSFW, 18+, Modern/KimeGaku AU, No use of (y/n)

Author's note: A short writing exercise. And I've been obsessed with writing about men jerking off lately...

It comes as little surprise that Kokushibo is fairly adept at doing the laundry – as Kibutsuji Muzan's designated secretary-slash-bodyguard-slash-handler, he is more than accustomed to managing his employer's collection of silk shirts with Italian labels and wool trousers with double pleats and monogram stitching along the inner lining.

When it comes to your clothes and his, Kokushibo has a system down pat, from sorting out dyed fabrics from his dress shirts, to polyester blends from cotton fabrics, and special netting bags for delicate garments. It was a language that only he spoke, with a frazzled attempt once on your part to take over the chores leaving him more than a little disgruntled as you turned his white boxers a darling shade of baby pink.

Hence, it has become a routine for him to find himself kneeling by the washing machine every Sunday, pawing through the laundry basket quietly and efficiently. His shirts and your pyjamas; your shorts and his gym towels. He tosses them into the washing machine, making a mental note to himself on how high he would have to set the water and rinse levels when he is finished.

And then, Kokushibo comes to your intimates – this is not foreign domain to him either. At this stage in your relationship, he is more than familiar with what you wear: the wireless bras, a unisex thong that your friends gave to you as a joke on Singles' Day, lacy pieces that you wear infrequently on special occasions. Kokushibo finds nothing embarrassing about this; he has already seen you in a far more revealing state, and this is, once again, routine.

What is not routine, however, is the strange curiosity that takes root inside him as he holds your panties in his hand, pausing for a long second. It is nothing special – a grey hipster that is a little loose around the elastic from wear – but Kokushibo hesitates as he lingers just over the metallic ring of the laundry drum. Perhaps it is the piece's simplicity; something you throw on without caring for seduction or looking pretty, something that is just there as you go about your day, beneath your clothes, something you hardly think about.

Kokushibo turns the underwear inside out, where there is a slightly darker mark on the crotch, the remnants of you on the cloth. A shot of arousal twinges through his cock as he wonders if you have ever fantasised about him while wearing this particular pair, staining the cotton with your wetness while you are at work.

Did your cheeks flush with the thoughts of him pummeling into you, stifling your moans through clenched teeth and bitten lip? Did you need to excuse yourself from the presence of your colleagues, escaping into the bathroom, checking each empty stall before choosing the one at the end? Did your hands tremble as you fumble with the lock, before pressing your back up against the door as you lift your dress up and slide your fingers into your aching depths?

Kokushibo presses his nose up against the underwear and inhales, and is greeted by the faint scent of sweet-salty musk – the same notes that he finds when he dives between your legs. His hand reaches for the tent in his trousers, rubbing himself through his sweatpants. This feels wrong – debased, even; jerking off to your underwear like some pervert lurking around the laundromat.

And truthfully, if he wanted, needed, you so badly, then you are but a text or a phone call away; but as Kokushibo growls into his hand, thinking about the silky wet of your folds, the threads of glistening juices that clings to his fingers as he strokes your cunt, there is very little regard on his part on what is right. And right now, he is stroking himself swiftly and firmly; it is not like how you do it, with your languished motions and endless patience for teasing out his pleasure – but he is not here for prolonged foreplay. The rough texture of his sweatpants makes for excellent friction, and he runts up against his hand, angling himself precisely to glide his cockhead over the fabric.

It does not take long for him to climax, and he does so with a jerk of his hips and a ragged growl into the inside of his boxers. A dark patch blooms over his sweatpants, mirroring the faint mark on your underwear, and for a few seconds Kokushibo simply stares down at his lap, dazed by the quickness which he brought himself to completion. His cock is still twitching weakly as he thinks of you, and what you will say if you were to come through the doors right now, arms full with the groceries for the week ahead. Will you scold him for making a mess? Or will you let him bend you over the washing machine, paper bags and laundry basket equally forgotten?

Alas, these questions will have to wait as Kokushibo gets up on shaky feet. He pulls off his trousers and boxers with his clean hand and washes them in the basin; and when he comes back, he gives the offending piece of garment – that wicked, ordinary pair of grey panties – a final look before chucking them all in the wash.

For more of my writings, check out my AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/vraisetzen/pseuds/vraisetzen

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kokushibo x y/n #kokushibo x you #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo smut #michikatsu x you #michikatsu x y/n #michikatsu x reader #michikatsu smut #kny reader insert #demon slayer reader insert

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justlyubov · 16 days

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Original Cherri and my version for comparison. See my redesigns masterpost for more info and other designs.

I thought Cherri would be the hardest for me, and at first she was, but in the end I'm so happy and proud of this design. It's currently my favorite.

I hc that she died from an explosion. So in Hell her demon form is literally in pieces, hence all the stitches. Although I'm not sure how regeneration would work in that case lol. Maybe if a limb gets separated from the body for too long she does grow it back, but it falls off again and she has to sew it one idk.

Or maybe the limbs regenerate separately and she has to find them if they get lost during turf wars and such. Cause I like the idea that she can't find one of her legs and Pentious makes her a robotic one.

Also she has scarred skin from a burn. I'm starting to think the freckles don't work in that case? I might remove them in the final version.

Yeah I didn't do a proper drawing for the back of the jacket, oops. But the little doodle is basically the design I want, but I just need to fiddle with it.

One intresting thing i've noticed is that they don't show ears on humanoid demons even when they should logically be visible. Idk I find it kinda funny.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel redesign #cherri bomb #justlyubovs fanart

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drasilfaemir · 7 months

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SUN'S OUT TONGUE'S OUT

My entry for the Unsounded Fanworks Contest and tribute to the bestest girl Pantoffel! If you like it please give it a vote!

Edit: Holy shit you guys! I won?! Thanks to all who voted and hope you enjoyed it!

In the meantime, here are some detail photos and a breakdown of the work that went into making it under the cut, featuring the bestest boi and model, my pupper Sharky. Scroll to the end for a special treat!

The saddle is real leatherwork at a tiny scale. Everything patterned, wet-shaped, dyed, finished, and assembled by yours truly. The saddle blanket is custom-made to match as well. The seat of the saddle is stitched to the base just at the front and back to allow the pieces to move in relation to each other for a more comfortable fit.

The pommel and backrest are both modeled and 3D printed by yours truly as well, with sports tape for the fabric on the pommel. Both are attached using rivet backings set through hollow points in the prints.

From the back more detail can be seen for the backrest. It is wet-shaped and stretched over the base, and then flathead pins were cut short and turned into the tiniest nails to nail it in place. No glue was used at all in it's construction.

The collar was constructed so that it fit around Sharky's head and then the tension in the straps under his legs pulled it tight. Those straps are attached to loops placed in the stitching with lobster clasps. Much of the construction is hidden in his majestic chest fluff, but a good chunk of it can be seen here.

And now on to his co-star, Captain Emil Toma!

This was a Finn action figure that I did heavy modifications to. Original details were mostly sanded off for a vaguely person-shaped base thar I then sculpted details back onto with epoxy-putty. Even his face recieved a bit of shaping to change the underlying bone structure to match Emil better. All of the original joints still move save for his left wrist, which needed to be sealed in place lest his hand fall off. The gun the figure was holding was replaced by his sword. I decided to stick to mostly early/mid-comic designs, picturing this as a toy a Crescean kid might play with before the events of the comic take place.

From the back we can see the leather pouch which was hand-stitched together and attached with a rivet back. It's fully functional and can store approximately 4 quarters in it. The scabbard was 3D printed with a peg for attachment purposes and the parts that 'hold' it to the sash are clothing tags.

The sash itself is fabric and held in place with fashion tape. Edges were melted to seal them and then folded under to allow me more control over how they wrinkle. The badge is hand-sculpted from the same epoxy-putty used to modify the body. It's about as tall as my thumbnail and I have never wished for a resin printer more ardently than when I was sculpting it with a straight pin.

Proportionally the two of them are nearly perfect together! But, regrettably, the figure was too heavy to sit in the saddle on his own. Especially on a dog that can out-run a dalmatian! Hence why they were photoshopped together for the final image.

I hope you enjoyed this tour of the utter insanity that has been my free time for the last few months. I actually started this before the contest was announced...and through some setbacks and bad timing of life events still didn't get done until the last minute. As promised, here is your special treat!

#unsounded #fanworks contest #unsounded fanworks contest #leatherworking #doll mods #photoshop #why am i like this #pantoffel #emil toma #captain toma

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onegirlatelier · 6 months

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Floral vest | November, 2023

This vest is a Frankenstein of two patterns—the construction is from the Ophelia Slipover by Toshiyuki Shimada 嶋田俊之and the floral pattern from the Flower Yoke Pullover by Erika Tokai 東海えりか (@erika_tokai on Instagram). Both patterns are listed on Ravelry but only available in printed books.

Now, it is not my genius idea to piece these two together. I think it was first done by a fellow Chinese knitter and designer, who is XS KNITTING on RED and XS_KNITTING on Wechat. I have both pattern books but she did provide very detailed instructions on how to combine the two patterns for this vest. I mostly followed her notes – see modifications below.

Overview of the construction

Make a provisional cast on with a waste yarn.

Knit colourwork in the round from bottom up, ending at approx. underarm level. Decrease on the sides as instructed. You will later steek the fabric at the sides so the pattern includes the additional allowance for steeking.

Knit the front and back yoke sections flat, following the instructions for neck and shoulder shaping. (There is no armhole shaping in the yoke part.)

Sew together the front and back yoke parts, pick up stitches to make the neckband.

Reinforce the steek and cut. Pick up stitches from the steeked edges to make the side bands. Sew the bottom bit of the side bands together.

Pick up stitches to make the hem.

Needles

(all 80cm circulars)

Colourwork: 3.00mm

Yoke: 2.75mm

Neckband: 2.75mm, bind off with 2.5mm

Side bands: 2.5mm, bind off with 2.25mm

Hem: 2.75mm, bind off with 2.5mm

Yarn

Biches & Bûches Le Petit Lambswool 248m/50g, in white and light pink. This is a 2-ply woolen spun, slightly rustic but soft yarn. It softens even more after washing and blooms too, making an incredibly light but hearty fabric. I always thought it was produced in Europe since this is a French brand, but the Lambswool range is actually spun and dyed in Scotland. Hence it is a little less local than I thought (and their website doesn’t say where the wool material comes from), but I’m also happy to support Scottish mills that produce less chemically treated yarns in small batches.

Another nice thing is that each of my skeins/balls actually weighed 55g, so there was a little surplus than what I paid for.

Yardage

I took detailed measurements just in case you (or future me) are worried about having enough yarn, or thinking about doing differently coloured bands, etc.

As can be seen, the bands and hem take up quite a bit of yardage.

Modifications

Colourwork

I think I followed the instructions entirely for the colourwork.

Yoke

I knitted one more row at the bottom of the front and back yokes respectively, because I somehow started from the wrong side and the pattern started from the right side. The shoulder seams are done with Kitchener stitch instead of a three-needle bind-off. Therefore I think I had about 104 rows in the yoke instead of 100 in the pattern, which means I picked up 84 stitches instead of 80 for the side band at the yoke section.

First block and felting

After I finished the yoke, the colourwork looked rather uneven. Since the yarn I used was thinner than the Shetland yarn in the pattern and I knitted the colourwork loosely to match the instructed gauge, the fabric was also quite loose and not as supple as I wanted. The good thing is that the finished garment (using the required gauge) had quite a lot of positive ease for my body measurements. So I decided to shrink the garment slightly by hand-felting it.

To felt a wool garment, you need one or more of the following: high temperature, moisture, agitation, soap. Here’s what I did to felt it as gently as possible. The half-finished main body had no live stitches at this point so I just soaked it in icy cold water as how you would normally block a knitted garment, but without soap. Then I just use my hands to agitate the fabric until I felt that it had first evened out and then tightened up. Trust me, without hot water or soap you need quite a lot of agitation to felt a garment—not just swishing it around.

I’ve also seen people putting their work into a pillow case into the washing machine on a hot drying cycle and stopping every few minutes to check if it’s felted enough. I have no confidence in operating my washing machine but you can try.

The result was satisfactory enough for me to go ahead.

Neckband

Neckband was finished with a tubular bind off with two rows, i.e. one pair, of reinforcement (the ‘tubular’ bit’). To do this, you would first use a slightly smaller needle to switch the ribbing from 2*2 to 1*1 as you knit across (see Suzanne Bryant’s video). I used a needle one size smaller but I think I could’ve gone down two sizes, as the finished neckband feels a little too loose.

Side bands

I reinforced the fabric using the crochet method and then steeked it. Some people recommend the hook to be one size smaller than the knitting needles, but I used a 1.5mm and it worked well for me. It;s absolutely possible to steek with an even number of stitches (many tutorials say you can only do an odd number of stitches).

Using a 2.5mm circular I picked up stitch for stitch for the colourwork and 84 for 104 for the yoke. One stitch is added at either ends. There was no stitch decrease after picking up. I finished with Italian bind off which is another kind of invisible bind off like tubular bind off, just without the ‘tubular’ bit.

To do this: On the 15th row (wrong side), I knitted the first 35 sts (which were not bound off) using the 2.5mm needle in 2*2 ribbing. Then I switched to 2.25mm and switched the ribbing to 1*1 as I knitted across, and finished by knitting the last 35 sts using the 2.5mm needle again in 2*2 ribbing. On the 16th row (right side), I knitted the first 35sts in the 2.5mm needle and 2*2 ribbing as usual. Then I adjusted how I held the project so that I could pull the working yarn to the opposite side (front/back side) of the garment and start the sewn bind off from the wrong side.

It is absolutely not necessary to do all this. Some people make a very simple knitted bind off. This is purely because I want an invisible bid off and the ribbing pattern made it easier to do it this way. Also see illustration.

Then I Kitchener-stitched the 2*2 ribbing to make the side seam.

Hem

I took out the provisional cast on and transfer sts to a 2.75mm needle. My side bands were slightly wider than instructed so I picked up more side stitches for the hem too. 336 sts I think. I did 2*2 ribbing and finished with a tubular bind-off with four rows, i.e. two pairs, of reinforcement.

And that's it! I'm really pleased about this little vest and might make more in different colour schemes in future.

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