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make him over monday! (it’s tuesday)
#my art#nerdy prudes must die#starkid npmd#starkid nerdy prudes must die#npmd#starkid#stephanie lauter#peter spankoffski#lautski#aka what would have happened if Stephanie gave him a new look instead of his sweater#yes he is wearing her clothes in this pic#hence the pants being a bit too short#also yes he looks too much like Ethan here lmao#I had to fight tooth and nail not to give him Ethan’s dangly little earring#also also pete is transgender#which way? yeah.#trans girl Pete real. trans boy Pete real.#musicals#hatchetfield
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trying something new - little drabble of writing after the cut! I don't really write so let's see 😅
"Be honest, honey, are you sat in a little puddle right now?"
He's squirming, sat on the floor where he had been instructed to after the first 15 minutes of desperate potty dancing. His boxers are damp, and he's still using both hands to grip onto himself, trying to hold back the rest of his pee as he sits in a little puddle of his own making. There's tears in his eyes as he looks up at his dom, embarrassment at not being able to hold it and that he had been too shy to say anything about his growing urge until it was too late.
Earlier, when he had been teasingly asked if he needed to go pee, he had denied it, just slightly too ashamed to admit that he needed to go after being asked so pointedly. His dom had looked him up and down as they asked, their hand over his tummy, feeling for the bulge of his overfilled bladder. Being teased at that moment had felt not worth it for the relief of going after holding it for a little while. Besides, he really hadn't needed to go that bad, he could definitely hold it until they stopped paying quite so much attention. The problem, of course, being that his dom only paid more and more attention to him as his bladder slowly began to overfill, taking his urge from pressing to urgent.
Next to his dom, he felt as the urge went from being manageable to feeling like he had an ocean inside of him, unable to focus on anything more than the need to let some of the building pressure out of his bladder. He felt his cock twitch at the thought of relieving himself, only to quickly squeeze his legs together in a futile attempt to stay dry.
Thus, he became more and more desperate, going from crossing his legs, to wiggling his hips, to snaking a hand under the blankets of the sofa to hold onto his poor cock, as the first little drip escaped him. Unable to stop it, he felt his overtired muscles relax for just a short second, felt piss seep into his boxers, leaving a warm wet spot at his tip. Unable to help it, he let out a whine at the loss of control and the sensation of the wet fabric, at which point he had been ordered to the floor. He would not be allowed to use the bathroom until he admitted he had lied about needing to go. Hence the situation he was in.
"Sweetheart, are you paying attention to me? I asked you a question."
It was a real emergency now, all dignity gone in the need to not completely piss himself whilst on the floor in front of his dom. Curled into himself, he whimpered as he grabbed onto his dick in a helpless attempt to prevent warm waves of piss gushing out. No matter what he did, he was losing control, unable to stop the continual leaks as his body betrayed him. First slow, he could feel that his muscles were slowly giving in, refusing to hold back the waves of pee inside of him, no matter how much he willed himself to just hold it in, not piss his pants. He looked up into the eyes of his dom as he felt another leak escape him, coming though his shaking fingers and adding to the small puddle growing around him.
"Sorry, I uh- I might. Be. In a puddle. A little bit."
"Only a little bit, huh? And would you like to continue wetting yourself on the ground, or would you like to apologise for lying, and earn my permission to use the bathroom?"
He just couldn't. Couldn't admit that he had been too shy to say anything, and had let it get to the point where he was slowly wetting himself on their living room floor, unable to even get to a better part of the house.
"I'm sorry for lying, I'm sorry, can I please go? Please? I'm desperate, I can't hold it much longer-"
At this, he felt his lower body spasm as a long jet of pee gushed out of him, enough for him to let out a little cry of humiliation as he continued to lose control. This was it, he wasn't going to make it in time, he was going to have an accident and be unable to stop. What little control he had left was leaving him.
'"Honey, if I gave you permission to pee right now, do you really think you'd be able to make it to the bathroom in time?"
Whining, he just shook his head - he couldn't stand up right now without letting go, let alone walk. To his growing horror, his leaks were getting closer and closer together - first giving him time to feel the shame of his actions, and then becoming more of a constant stream of pee into his wet clothes as the puddle beneath him grew and grew. Admitting that he couldn't make it to the bathroom, that he was going to pee on the ground, and that it was an emergency so could his dom perhaps get a towel or something so he made less of a mess was awful. He stuttered his way through the begging, in the vague hope that his dom would be kind enough to let him mitigate the inevitable accident.
It was just then that he realised they wouldn't even have time for that, and that he was finally, finally at his limit. Gasping, he felt it as his body gave up - felt the floodgates open as he began to truly release. His mind clouded over with nothing but pure relief and he couldn't help but moan as he finally got the release he had been trying to prevent for so long. He couldn't even feel shame whilst he pissed full force, unable to process anything further than the perfect feeling of letting go after so long.
fin.
#im shy abt this ahsgdhhs#i really genuinely do not write at all. not my bag#omo#omorashi#piss kink#pee kink#writing
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Peace Offering
Jason Todd x Reader (University AU)
Plot: You and Jason have gotten on each other nerves ever since you knew each other. This time, Jason may have gone a little too far. Does he have a solution?
Genre: PG-13
A/N: The headcanon of Jason studying Literature will go with me to my grave lmao. Not really enemies to lovers but you can see it as the beginning stage if you want! My fics always welcome different interpretations. Wrote this in one shot because I'm so done with my thesis and needed an outlet. Hence I'm sorry for the short fic and lack of brain cells. Hope you still enjoy though.
"Bird brain!"
"Uh oh, the baroness arrives." Jason dramatically mocks as you marched over.
"What the hell is wrong with you!"
"What's got in your pants?"
"Answer the question." You weren't having it this time. Your paper was due in less than twelve hours and your laptop has mysteriously gone missing when you woke up this morning to attempt to finish the last bit.
"Oh. That..." He gives you a lopsided grin that you want to slap off. If only he didn't look like a model that jumped out of Calvin Klein's front page. "I may have used it to complete my English Literature thesis. Researching the emergence of female writers in the 19th century and their impact on modern literature can take a lot out of you." He states that as if it's a well-known fact.
"My laptop." You had no time for the tiki-taka today.
"Yeah... I may have bought your laptop on a stakeout and it got broken in half by the Riddler..." Jason trails off, actually looking sheepish.
"What. Did. You. Say?" You grit your teeth, unable to process what he had just told you.
"Went on a stakeout."
You exploded. "You're a real piece of work you know that Todd? I'm so close to submitting my final paper and now I may not be able to graduate because of you!"
Before Jason can utter another word, you slammed the door on the way out, leaving him in the dust.
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The professor signals the end of class, reminding everyone to submit their papers before the lecture hall empties out. You slowly pack your belongings, hesitant to make your way to the formidable woman.
But what must come, will come. You take a deep breath, rehearsing what you had practiced in front of the mirror. You'll beg if you had to.
"Uh, professor?"
What you didn't expect was the woman to smile at you through her silver-rimmed glasses. "Y/N. I'm impressed. You've outdone yourself this time."
"Excuse me?"
"I saw you submitted your paper already. I took a brief look at it, and your conclusion is stunning. I have high hopes for the rest of your paper." She slings her bag over her shoulder. "Happy graduation."
Stunned, all you could do was give a numb nod. You're left alone in the lecture hall, but not for long. The door opens to reveal Menace Number One - Jason Todd.
Jason Todd who's holding your laptop that looks as good as new. He quietly makes his way to you, extending what was meant to be a peace offering. You wait for him to explain.
"I know I've been a dick to you and this probably tops it all. I'm really sorry. None of... everything that I said to you was real. Sorry." Jason repeats his apology for good measure. When he notices you're still keeping silent, he continues.
"You were right, I was an idiot for doing that. I wanted to tell you that Babs was trying to fix it but it was going to take longer than I expected. I didn't expect she was going to have it already. Then again, it's her after all." He chuckles.
Silence. Were you mad that he got someone else to solve his mess?
"I wrote your conclusion. Hope you don't mind. I thought it was the least I could do for being such a jerk to you."
Jason towered over you but yet he couldn't seem to make eye contact. It was only by hearing you huff did he dare to look at you.
"I'm glad you know how much of an arsehole you were to me all this time."
Jason is on the edge waiting for you to continue.
"But thank you for doing all this for me. I'm really sorry too. For everything I've said to you. I don't think you're annoying. You're pretty smart." You give a small smile, causing Jason to break into a bigger one.
"What was that?"
For a spilt second, your smile slides off your face. "Don't push it, Todd." You take the laptop from his hands, making a mental note to thank Barbara the next time you see her. Making your way out of the lecture hall, Jason has become his usual self again. And this time, you didn't feel like your blood pressure was going to skyrocket.
"Aw come on! Say that one more time please?"
"You were a huge jerk?"
"You know that's not what I meant."
"Mm hm, a big baby then?"
"Come on!"
#jason todd x reader#jason todd fic#university au#red hood x reader#red hood#red hood fic#jason todd
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Welcome to Schrödinger's Noncon Wednesday #1 ✨
Shibuya swap is temporarily suspended while I finish the itagofushi fic that should have been condensed into a oneshot for the anniversary project but wasn't—because I'm, y'know, an insane clown. The fic is current three chapters and 15.5k words. I don't think it'll become obscenely long, but it sure as hell doesn't seem short.
It's a pornfest. It's also broken free of my outline. The intent was to start with dubcon and move to consensual sex, but the way it's coming out, we've got straight-up noncon, followed by extremely dubious consent and then milder dubcon, culminating in consensual sex—all involving different combinations of the three guys involved. Hence the name Schrödinger's noncon—full credit to @nearalways, whose brain I keep trying to make out with.
This week's scene is mostly consensual itafushi, with referenced gofushi noncon.
Megumi scowls at Gojou and pries his eyes away, running headfirst into Itadori’s blazing brown eyes a moment before teeth sink into the soft underside of his belly.
“Itadori!” Megumi forces his spine back flat, clenching and unclenching his fists in Gojou’s honest-to-god silk sheets in a desperate bid for control. “That’s not even a kiss.”
Itadori licks at the spot he bit, but if it’s meant to be apology, it’s not a very good one, not when his heavy-lidded eyes are dripping satisfaction.
“Just wanted your attention,” Itadori murmurs, lips moving against Megumi’s skin. “Don’t look away, Fushiguro.”
Megumi swallows an unholy noise, but some of it spills out, trembling in the air.
From beside him, there’s soft laughter.
It’s a smile that Itadori presses to Megumi’s skin this time; it’s a quiet, gentle thing, but it still cuts so deep, leaving Megumi gasping around the wet spill of his entrails. Itadori kisses him all over his stomach like he can’t see or taste the mess, and then that mouth is being dragged to Megumi’s chest, tracing the shape of his pec before closing wetly over a nipple.
Itadori sucks, and it’s getting struck by lightning.
There’s no strangling his reaction, his body arching up violently enough to dislodge Itadori’s mouth from his chest and his throat burning around a violently high noise that bounces off the wall.
Itadori smiles, wide-eyed with what looks like wonder. “You like that?”
Megumi just pants for breath, and then Itadori’s touching that nipple, a calloused thumb sliding over the wet bud, and something sharp and electric bolts down Megumi’s spine, making him shudder and arch into the touch—then away, the pleasure too sharp, except Itadori follows it with his hand and then his mouth. Megumi’s braced for it this time, only twitching when Itadori mouths on those overly sensitive nerves, but the pleasure is a simmering flood in his veins, heating him all over.
Then teeth scrape the nipple, and Megumi’s whole body sings some howling song.
He fists a hand in Itadori’s hair and yanks him up to his mouth.
There’s no resistance. Itadori falls on him like a wolf, his mouth eager and open, and it’s only the shock of the impact that makes Megumi part his lips, gasping wetly against Itadori’s lips, but there’s nothing accidental about the tongue that plunges into his mouth, Itadori licking deep like he owns everything he’s tasting, and Megumi lets him the way he’s been dreaming and aching to since he started wanting this boy, and the taste and the heat spread down his whole body.
Itadori’s hand cups his face, calluses branding Megumi’s skin, and tilts it a little, and then their mouths are at a different, better angle, and the groan Itadori buries in his mouth is followed by a fury that threatens to bruise, his mouth a hot seal against Megumi’s while his tongue sweeps deep, sliding over Megumi’s tongue and prodding at the roof of his mouth and digging into every soft space.
It’s hunger like nothing Megumi’s ever felt, ever tasted. And it is a taste, the tongue in his mouth flooding his palate with a warm, wet flavor that’s just skin and spit but feels like more, like Itadori’s essence distilled into something Megumi can swallow.
He swallows, and Itadori kisses him harder, deeper, wetter.
Megumi has to tear free of the kiss with a gasp, panting for air, and Itadori just makes a sound that’s too much like a whine, dragging wet lips along Megumi’s cheek before dipping his head, mouthing at his jaw and throat, a play of lips and teeth and tongue that’s as hungry as it’s clever—
It’s clever.
It’s several minutes delayed, the realization that Itadori knows what’s doing. That first chaste kiss proved nothing, but maybe the way Itadori stepped between Megumi’s open legs and touched him should have. Megumi definitely should have realized when Itadori kissed his way up his body at his own damn leisure—eager and hungry, yes, but also slow and tender.
Megumi allows the pressure that turns his face back toward Itadori, but he slaps a hand over that descending mouth.
“You’ve done this before,” he says, and he doesn’t mean for it to come out like an accusation, but it does, every sharp note of it slicing through the air.
There’s more soft laughter from beside him.
Itadori blinks, raising one hand to pry Megumi’s fingers off his mouth. “Yes? I mean—wait, you haven’t?”
Megumi just grits his teeth, trying and failing to swallow a sense of…not betrayal, not really. But it’s something acrid and ugly. It’s not like he was expecting Itadori to be a virgin or even inexperienced. It’s just that he didn’t think he wouldn’t be. Itadori doesn’t have a girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Or anyone like that. He doesn’t even keep in touch with people from his old life, and he goes out a lot, sure, but he likes company for it—Megumi, Kugisaki, their upperclassmen, Gojou, and even Nanami. And he’s not the kind of guy who’d keep these things a secret.
Except he has.
“Gojou-sensei,” Itadori says, yanking Megumi out of the new hell he’s stewing in, “you didn’t even kiss him?”
Megumi gags a bit. Itadori looks at him in concern.
“I wouldn’t be so cruel,” Gojou says, and even without looking at him, Megumi can see the maddening curve of his mouth. “After all, Megumi’s been saving himself for you.”
Itadori looks taken aback, and then he drags his eyes from Gojou to Megumi, expression shifting from incredulity to awe.
It makes Megumi want to crawl into a hole and die. All he can feel is the sore heat inside him, lining the path Gojou carved into him. That ache deep in his gut, like a bruise where nothing’s ever touched. His rim is still wet, and no matter how tightly Megumi clenches up, it feels so open.
“Fushiguro—”
“Don’t,” Megumi bites out, closing his eyes. “Shut up.”
“He’s shy,” Gojou says conspiratorially to Itadori. “I don’t want to kiss Megumi, but if you’re offering, I’d like to finish what I started.”
“Why’re you asking me?” Itadori says, sounding genuinely confused. “Oh, I guess I did interrupt. Still, it’s up to Fushiguro, isn’t it?”
“So it is,” Gojou murmurs. Fingers find Megumi’s elbow, gliding sickeningly gently up his arm and along his shoulder, nudging the edge of his jaw. “What do you say, Megumi?”
Die, is what Megumi would like to say, but it’s not like Gojou magically dropped dead the last few times he tried.
He doesn’t want to. Of course he doesn’t want to. He still hurts with what Gojou took, and worse than the pain is the lingering sense of violation. Itadori’s touch chased it away briefly; at least, it distracted Megumi enough that he felt nothing but Itadori’s mouth, his heat. But that brimming wonder in Itadori’s eyes brought it right back, and now it’s in him like a stain, oil mixing with blood.
A kinder hand cups his face, Itadori’s calloused thumb sliding sweetly over his cheek. “You good, Fushiguro?”
No. No, he’s not good at all.
“Whatever,” Megumi says, opening his eyes to the ceiling. “Do what you want.”
#itafushi#itagofushi#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#my fic#wip wednesday#jjk snippets#fic: a blacklit paradise#divider credit: saradika-graphics
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Home;Run ☾
popular!hoshi x fem!reader
Genre: college au
Warnings: car sex, penetration, hoshi’s a sweetheart but still manages to rock your world, mentions of alcohol, swearing, riding, protected sex
Summary: Any girl with eyes could tell you that the University’s start pitcher was hot shit. It was easy for him to get into any girl’s pants. What about you?
Word Count: 1.5k
(a/n: idk y’all baseball hoshi has been a thought on my mind for a bit and this is not proofread😁)
You really didn’t want to be here. Parties weren’t your thing in the slightest, and you had a midterm in a few days. You argued with your roommate that you’d rather stay home and study. But she was so stubborn, it was easier for you to just give in and go.
Drinking wasn’t your thing, so you stood in the kitchen sipping on some sprite. Funnily enough, after convincing you to go with her,your roommate was quick to ditch you after reconnecting with one of her hookups. You stood alone and awkward, wearing one of her too tight and too short dresses. The loud music was blasting and you felt incredibly out of place.
You sighed, ready to leave the kitchen and find somewhere quiet. However, you were met by a broad chest, bumping into the taller male.
“Shit,” he curses. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh it’s okay-” You looked up at the voice, your eyes meeting his.
Shit he looks good. Granted he always does. Soonyoung- or rather Hoshi, being what everyone calls him looks down at you with a sly smile. He very obviously checks you out before heading over to the sink and pouring out his drink. You raise an eyebrow, watching him curiously.
He refills the red cup with water to rinse it out before replacing the contents of his cup with soda. “Not drinking?” you question.
He chuckles lightly before shaking his head. “Nah , I don’t drink.”
His response genuinely surprises you. The Hoshi Kwon doesn’t drink? The all star University’s pitcher who gets girls and shows up to every party?
“Really?” You blurt.
“Yeah,” he shrugs before taking a sip. “What do you think I just poured out. Got a game tomorrow, can’t be hungover like the rest of these idiots. Besides, I drove.”
You lean against the counter next to the sink, eyeing him curiously. You think about it for a second, realizing it makes sense that he puts baseball over fun. The special thing about Hoshi was that he pitched and batted, and he was damn good at both. Leading the team in Home Runs and Strikeouts was highly impressive. “I take it you don’t either?”
“What makes you say that?” you muse.
“Well,” he smiles. “You’re in here all alone while the party’s going on out there. And uh, I don’t know of any alcohol with bubbles in it.”
You let out a laugh. “Touché. Partying as a whole isn’t really my thing.”
He nods his head in agreement. “I get that, can’t say I’m too big a fan of it either. Hence why I’m in here with you. Just kind of needed a break from it.”
“You must really care about baseball to put it above all this,” You comment.
“How’s you know I play?” he cracks a smile.
You smile, “C’mon, everyone at uni knows.”
“Yeah, I do. Baseball’s kind of everything for me. Always has been.” He informs you.
“How long have you been playing for?” You ask.
“Huh?”
The music in the house seems to have gotten louder. Hoshi bends down to listen to your question better, but you decide it’s more effective to go somewhere quieter. You grab his hand, pulling him outside. You actions surprise him, nonetheless he obliges.
“I asked how long you’ve been playing for,” you repeat.
“Oh, since I was like 5? Started with tee ball and sort of fell in love with it. What about you? Anything you’re good at?” He asks.
“Uhh. I like to write I guess. I don’t think I’m that good but it’s something I like to do. Nothing like your talent,” you smiles.
“Ah, you really are a fan,” he jokes.
“Am not. I’m sure you have plenty of those anyway. It’s all the girls at the school really talk about anyway.”
He looks you up and down again shamelessly. “All the girls including you?”
“In your dreams.” You smirk.
You hold eye contact with him, feeling a wave of tension wash over the atmosphere.
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You’re not entirely sure how it happened, but all you know is that you’re in the backseat his car right now. Oh and he’s kissing you. Oh and your dress is gone too.
He pulls back from the sloppy kiss, “Wait I just realized I never got your name. I’m sorry.”
His words pull you out of your little daze. “Oh uh it’s Y/n. Don’t worry about it.” You pant.
“Right, Y/n. That’s cute,” he smiles at you.
You’re quick to pick back up where you starting, grabbing his face and kissing him again. He lays on top of you on his car seat. The backseat isn’t that big and you know if you stay like this too long it’ll be uncomfortable and you’ll start to cramp up.
You push back up against him, causing him to sit up. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah I,” you push him onto the seat and climb onto his lap. “Needed to switch positions.
His shirt is already off so your hands rebake down to undo his jeans. He’s already hard and his cock springs up as you pull his jeans down.
“Shit do you have a rubber?” You remember.
“Oh yeah,” he reaches into the compartment between the driver and passenger seat as you pull your panties off and discard your bra.
He slides the condom on his length before you ease yourself down onto him. “Fuuuuuuck,” he groans.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling your bodies closer for stability. You start bouncing on his cock, his hips gladly meeting your pace with each thrust. His hands grip your hips, giving him more control over your movements.
You feel so full with his cock thrusting inside of you. He accelerates the pace, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. As much as you enjoyed talking to him, you had to admit this was better.
With Hoshi being so popular, the girls at your school often talked about how he was good in bed. You’d had yet to experience it, but they were not lying.
“Shit,” you curse.
His fingers find your clit, rubbing quick circles around the bud. Your breathing becomes heavier as you grow tired from your movements. You’re close to your orgasm, but you’re sure your body will give out before it hits.
The car shifts and shakes with every bounce and you notice how all the windows has fogged up. You look down at Hoshi, who also seems to be in a state of bliss, however far from tired. His stamina was impressive, nothing compared to anyone you’d ever been with. Fucking student athletes.
He picks up on your change in pace, utilizing his hands to lift up your hips more. He now has total control over your movements. He lets out low moans and groans at the feeling of your tightness surrounding him. His hands dig deeper into you skin, indicating his orgasm was also approaching.
You could feel every in of him inside of you, filling you up with pleasure as the thrusted deep into your walls. Your body spasms as you approach your high, letting out a drawn out breath.
Your legs feel like jelly, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks you through your orgasm before reaching his own. He spills his load into the condom, letting out a stream of curses.
The two of you remain for a few moments, catching your breaths. “You came right?” he asks.
You nod as if it weren’t obvious. You pull yourself off his lap, both of you redressing yourselves. He ties up the condom, placing it in a trash bag he keeps in the car. It’s a pleasant quiet. You’re ready to exist his car when he stops you.
“Hey I don’t want you to think this was like, a meaningless hookup. I actually really liked talking to you,” he informs you.
A smile tugs at your face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods. “I’m gonna head out now though, so if you need a ride I can give you one.”
“I appreciate it, but I have to go back and find my roommate. We came together and I can’t leave her like that,” you tell him.
“Yeah I get it. Can I have your number though?” He asks.
“Hmm,” you think. “Hit it out the park for me in that game tomorrow and I’ll think about it.”
He bites his lip, clearly amused. “How about you sit in the crowd and catch it when I do.”
You exit the car with a laugh. “Hit it to me and I will.”
He climbs out the backseat after you. He leans against his car, fixing the strap of your dress and pulling it down for you. “So I’ll see you tomorrow then? 1:30?”
“We’ll see,” you say as you start walking back toward the house.
“Bye Y/n,” he calls out to you.
“Bye Hoshi,” you call back, turning around and waving.
You continue to walk toward the house, smiling and satisfied. Hoshi doesn’t get into his car until he sees you walk into the house, knowing you’re safe and sound before driving off.
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Because of REASONS, I remembered my Scooby-Doo character designs from a few years ago. I decided to touch-up the picture a bit and fix a few things. So, here they are again! If I were to totally make my own “dream version” of Scooby-Doo, this isn’t exactly the “style” I’d prefer them in (something a little closer to the classic), this is just a cute and simple style I use when I want to get an idea for basic body-types, hair, and outfits. As for the story, I’d toss together all my favorite things from every previous version, but the basic plot would go like this; the kids all originally met when they were very little, trick-or-treating on Halloween, and solving the mystery of some mean older kids who were stealing candy. During middle school, they wound up moving away from each other for various reasons... but all reunited in high school! They had a fairly normal time, solving mundane mysteries and such. After graduation, they decide to take a road trip together, and THAT is when they truly become Mystery Inc. A mixture of the old-school plots, some new adventures, and yes- sometimes the spooky things ARE real! I’d honestly aim for it to be PG-13, it doesn’t need to be turbo-edgey and grim-dark, but they can say swears. There would one F-bomb in the whole show, and Freddy gets to say it~
(some character notes below)
I drew Velma first because I’ve always wanted to update her outfit as sort of a sleeveless sweater-dress kind of thing. I gave her red shorts instead of a skirt, and I think it somehow made her look more sporty but still cute. Some orange high-tops sort of bring it together. I wanted her hair to have something like a flapper-girl style, and I kept classic style square glasses because she works them (and still can’t see without them). Velma is easily the most adorable. She’s still the “smart one”, but she doesn’t know EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING; history, science and chemistry, literature, and math are what she excels at. She also has a near photographic memory, and although she understands a lot about technology (in terms of software/programming/coding), she isn’t too great with machines. Some background for her; Velma is mixed Japanese/Mexican and Jewish. She’s also trans and a lesbian~
I knew I wanted Daphne to look really fashionable, but also in something simple and comfortable. I gave her a purple halter top/skirt with a leg-cut on one side, and loose lavender jeans. She almost never has pants in her main outfit, but I think it gives her a fun nostalgic look of the 60s and 70s. I moved her green scarf up to her hair, and gave her matching green earrings. I like the idea that because she’s a little clumsy (Danger-Prone-Daphne) she’s taken lots of athletic lessons to try and make up for it; she’s done ballet, gymnastics, Karate, boxing, archery, played different sports like soccer/basketball/baseball/tennis, swimming lessons, and equestrian classes. Basically, when she’s in “alert-mode”, she could probably handle just about anything… but when she’s not paying attention she tends to trip (though, she’s kinda of backwards-lucky by stumbling into clues this way). Daphne can speak several languages fluently, she’s got perfect pitch, is super sensitive to textures so she can recognize any material, and has a gift for being very charming and intuitive. Some background for her; her dad is Iranian, and her mom is Scottish. She’s also bi~
I always wanted to give Fred a blue jacket. I just think it suits him. He’s also got light-blue jeans, and a white long-sleeve shirt (with a red collar to replace the ascot haha). He’s got a little bit of a farm-boy vibe (hence the belt and work boots). He’s all about cars and other machines, a real Mr. Fix-It, and he loves taking stuff apart to see how it works. As a result he’s pretty good at his other hobby besides mechanics… TRAPS. Fred also practices being an escape artist, so if he ever gets caught he’ll be able to get out of almost anything. Although he’s certainly not “stupid”, he has a tendency to be a bit oblivious and a little too headstrong. He’s got a heart if gold though, and everybody who knows him would agree that he’s endlessly kind. Some background for him; Fred’s parents went missing around when he younger, and so he’s had a few different foster families. He doesn’t get reunited with his folks until much later (learning more about his family, he finds out he’s mixed Italian/Norwegian). He’s also bi~
Shaggy doesn’t need much changing (if I altered too much, he just wouldn’t look like Shaggy anymore). I have him a white long-sleeved shirt under his classic green one, changed his brown pants into cargoes (all loose fitting, Shaggy likes it baggy), and gave him some black sneakers. He’s naturally still got long hair and a scruffy chin (plus some sideburns). Even though he’s a well known scardey-cat, Shaggy has a deep love for horror movies and fictional spooky stuff doesn’t seem to bother him. His various fears and phobias have actually made him a safety expert; not only does he usually carry a back-pack with a fully stocked first aid kit, he knows how rescue somebody who is drowning, all the safety procedures for different vehicles/aircraft, CPR, and survival tactics (he actually knows more medical facts than Velma). Despite being so thin and lanky, he is almost always eating, sometimes thinking with his stomach rather than his head. He’s always happy to share though, and he even cooks great meals for his friends (mindful of allergies and what-not). Some background for him; he’s Canadian First Nations and Jewish on his mother’s side. He’s also trans, bi and ace~
Scooby was maybe the most difficult to draw… he’s so iconic, and I wasn’t sure how to draw him in this style but still make him look like Scooby. I’m not sure if I succeeded, but I think the result isn’t too bad. Shaggy found Scoob as a pup, and they have been best friends ever since. Like Shaggy, Scooby loves to eat and hates to be afraid, but he’s only a coward when something threatens him; if a monster or villain is going to hurt one of his friends, Scooby always comes to their defense. People forget that he’s actually a very big strong dog because he’s usually so gentle and silly. Scoob knows all sorts of trick from the typical “sit/roll-over/shake” to more impressive stunts. Although he loves attention and praise, the best way to get him to do anything is to bribe him with a Scooby Snack! He’s a very smart animal, and the fact that he can communicate when he smells or hears something suspicious that people might miss is a real asset for solving mysteries. Like any good dog, Scooby is loyal and lovable~
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The artist and the Tattooist: Rebels in the night
Part III
Jason Todd x Male! Reader
Warning: language, sexual acts, some mention of rough play
‘Try it’ Jason said chuckling, holding up both his arms in a ready position. You raising your hands too.
‘Ok’ you smiled, giving a good swing to which Jason caught.
Jason thought he’d teach you some basic self defence, seeing as you live in Gotham City of all places.
‘Nice, but need to try a little harder’ Jason chuckled again, you catching him off guard as you swung again. This time, Jason didn’t catch.
‘Oh, I’m sorry’ you covered your mouth as Jason stumbled.
‘That was great’ Jason said once he’d caught his balance.
The two of you had been going at it for a few hours, Jason just wanted to reassure himself you were safe, mostly for when he wasn’t there.
‘Shall we do something else?’ You asked, wiping the sweat off your face.
Jason nodded as he took your hand and walked the both of you to the bathroom, while he started the shower.
The two of you had gotten so used to each others company, that showering together wasn’t a big deal. The first time you’d done it, was quite strange. As Jason just got in with you because he didn’t have time to wait before needing to leave for work.
From then on, the both of you just carried on showering together.
Once the both of you were done cleaning, with Jason every now and then touching you somewhere, you both got out and went to get dressed.
With it being a hot day you both decided to wear minimal clothing, to keep yourselves cool. The heat and humidity was high today.
‘Does this make me look gay?’ Jason asked you, wearing a simple patterned shirt, unbuttoned down to his mid abdomen, his chest showing.
‘No’ you answered as Jason kissed you, you smiled as you laughed.
‘That makes you look gay’ Jason stared at you, smiling a little.
‘Really? Oh well’ he laughed as he grabbed his shoes, opting to wear shorts instead of pants.
The both of you walking down the street hand in hand, smiling and laughing while talking. Jason spotted some people looking in you twos direction, but he didn’t care. He was more comfortable with you, loving to show you as his.
You’d picked up early on in the dating process but had never addressed it, noticing that Jason can be possessive. Liking to show you as his, and only his. Hence why sometimes, you had to cover where he’d left marks on your body in the act, him sinking his teeth into you.
You’d both spent the day walking around and talking, some shopping here and there. Jason wanted to take you for some drinks so he took you to one of his favourite dive bars.
‘So, while I’m teaching you some self defence. I have something to give to you’ Jason brought up as the two of you got your beers.
Jason handed you a box with a ribbon around it, you looking a little confused.
‘Open it’ he smiled, you did so and your eyes went wide as you registered what the gift was.
‘You got me a knuckle duster?’
Jason nodded as you took it out the box and tried it on, placing your fingers through the holes.
‘When you were in the bookstore I ran and got it, just thought it would better and give more of a hit’ Jason suggested, you smiled.
Pulling Jason in for a kiss, placing your hand on his face, knuckle duster still present as the cold metal ran on Jason’s face.
‘Thank you, for protecting me’ you whispered as Jason kissed your nose.
‘I’ll always protect you babe’
The two of you drank a bit more as the heat from outside became irrelevant to the air conditioning, until you both stepped outside and the heat came again.
Jason took your hand again as you walked together down the street, Jason was listening to you as you talked.
‘Oh, our next stop’ Jason said as he stood in front of a shooting range place, a smile on his face.
‘Really?’ You asked with a little laugh as Jason nodded eagerly, taking your hand and pulling you inside.
After a day of drinking, going to a shooting range and so on of other activities. Jason stood staring at the sun setting slowly while on the bridge, you standing with him.
Both of you staring ahead, smiling peacefully as you enjoyed the sound of the birds chirping, the sound of the water. The sight of the sun going down slowly.
You spotted in the corner of your eye of two girls, around yours and Jason’s age, they were checking the both of you out. Which you found amusing.
‘Just want to tell you y/n, I love you’ Jason broke the silence as he came out, you smiling as you put your arm around Jason’s neck.
‘I love you more’ you said, Jason turning to face you as he grabbed the collar of your shirt.
Pulling you in for a deep kiss as you accepted it, kissing him back.
‘Fuck, I’m so hard’ Jason whispered in your ear as he bit at your ear a little.
‘Let’s go home’ you smiled as you walked back home with Jason, him looking at your form.
‘You know those shorts really compliment your ass babe’ Jason said as he gave it a slap.
When you got into the apartment Jason pushed you up against the wall, going in for a heated and passionate kiss, forcing his way on with his tongue, grabbing at your thigh as he lifted your leg up.
‘God’ you gasped as Jason began to bite you from your neck and all the way down.
Jason got on his knees and unbuttoned your shorts, pulling them down and then your underwear. Jason opens his mouth as he welcomes in your hard shaft.
‘Oh shit’ you moaned out as Jason went to work, going all in while giving you a blowjob.
Jason was so deep in the moment that he didn’t register you were close until you gripped his hair, throwing your head against the wall as you released yourself into his mouth.
Jason came up to your face as he gave you another kiss, his hard dick was present through his shorts. Jason picked you up and then threw you down onto the couch, smiling.
‘Time to make the neighbours complain’ Jason spoke as he began taking his clothes off, diving in while kissing you.
Surely, the neighbours would complain about the noise tomorrow, but who cares? You were adults and tried your hardest to keep the noise to a minimum.
Scratch marks, teeth marks and bruises all over you, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Seeing all the damage you took, Jason really was rough in bed. But, you liked it rough and always pushed him to get more and more physical, ensuring him that you could take it.
The bedroom side of Jason was different to the other sides of him, as he was sweet and caring. Wrapping his arms around you as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Kissing the top of your head.
‘That felt so good last night’ you smiled, leaning your head back onto Jason’s shoulder. Him chuckling, making his bare chest vibrate against your bare back.
‘Which time?’ He asked, getting out his toothbrush. You doing the same.
‘All 6 of them’ you replied as you began to brush your teeth and get ready.
‘Hey Jay, your 10am is here’ Wally called out from the front of the tattoo studio, Jason walking out the the front and greeting his first client.
It was a young woman who was friends with a client Jason had done a few weeks ago, a client of which had promised to get her friends to come by.
‘Never seen such a hot tattoo artist before’ the client brought up during getting a tattoo done, making Jason laugh.
‘My boyfriend thinks so too’
Jason was used to clients trying to flirt as a way to get a discount, but he always found it annoying as he was just doing his job and not interested in getting to know clients in a personal level, feeling it unprofessional. Now though, he finds it easier to shut them down by mentioning you.
You on the other hand, played dumb when someone hit on you, as you didn’t want to waste time or energy explaining you’re disinterest towards someone. Though now, like Jason, you just mention him. Making it easier.
Jason sat on the bed as he put on his Red Hood gear, while you stood in the corner and painted, your usual nightly routine.
One getting ready to go out and solve crime, the other staying in and working on art. Though, tonight was a little different as Jason leant down to kiss you.
‘Have a goodnight babe, don’t stay up too late’ Jason said in your ear as he kissed the top of your head.
‘Stay safe’ you replied, Jason tapping on the table next to where you sat.
‘You got your duster and my spare gun?’ Jason asked, you nodded.
Since Jason took you to the shooting range and gave you your knuckle duster, he became obsessed with leaving a gun behind for you in case you needed it to protect yourself.
Being such a menace to the Gotham villains, it was refreshing to know that to everyone Jason cares about he is the opposite, going well out of his way to make sure your safe before he attempts to protect himself.
The nights after patrol, Jason would get into bed with you, just his underwear as he entangles himself with your sleeping form. Kissing your face, as he pulls your face into his chest, holding it there all night.
#red hood#gotham#red hood fanfiction#red hood x reader#red hood x you#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#jason todd#jason todd x male reader#red hood x male reader
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Aiko's character profile(Prob wip will change every now and then)
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General
Name: Yumei Aiko
Kanji: 夢依 あいこ
Kana: ユメイ アイコ
Age: around 18(not confirmed due to being an orphan)
Birthday: September 15th, 2005/1994(Also not confirmed😓)
Sign: Virgo(probably not confirmed too🥰)
Nationality: Filipino/Japanese(The Filipino part not confirmed 😓😓)
Species: Half-human half-vampire(Explains why she has natural fangs😯‼️‼️)
Blood type: A
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual(heavy on women)
Pronouns: She/her
Occupation: third year high school student/student council secretary
Japanese voice actress: Yui Ishikawa(violet evergarden)
English voice actress: Erika Harlacher(Violet evergarden)
Nicknames: Schelm(the user she goes by online), Ai-chan(what her friends(Aisy, Yuki, and Rinsuu) calls her)
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Appearance
Hair: Aiko has short and soft black hair with a fringe that is divided into three strands: one falls on her face, and the remaining two blend into two longer strands that end on her shoulders. At the back, using the two remaining strands of her hair, she ties them together to make it look like she has a half pony tail.
Eyes: Aiko has dark magenta eyes. She also has slight dark circles under her eyes due to lack of sleep.
Body type: Slender body. C cup I guess
Height: 170 cm(5'7)
Weight: 49 kg
School uniform: She wears the standard Ryoutei Academy uniform, but she puts the bow in her uniform under her collar. She also braids her left fringe and ties it with a magenta ribbon.
Casual wear: She wears a white dress shirt underneath a black sweater and black pants. She doesn't braid her left fringe(sometimes she wears something else). But in general, Aiko's clothes are more tomboyish than girly. She also prefers wears a black suit and neck ties instead of skirts and gowns on special occasions.
Aiko's wardrobe in general:
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Personality
Aiko is a quiet, intelligent girl who is usually seen alone or with the other members of the student council. Aiko is a student with high honours. Aiko is said to excel in both academics and sports. Hence, many individuals set high standards in her when it comes to those topics. However, she is still in the top 2 in her classes, Sakamaki Reiji being the top 1.
Aiko is aloof and usually shows a calm demeanour even when in serious situations. She is also pretty blunt.
MBTI: INTJ
According to google, INTJs is a person with the Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging personality traits. These thoughtful tacticians love perfecting the details of life, applying creativity and rationality to everything they do. Their inner world is often a private, complex one.
Positive personality traits:
Helpful
Kind
Open-minded
Hard working
Modest
Negative personality traits:
Slightly mean once she gets comfortable with you.
Does not care about her mental health
Will NEVER get therapy
Abilities:
Carries a pepper spray
Knows self-defense
Knows how to use a bow and arrow
Weaknesses:
Her loved ones
Math
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Likes/Favorites
Color: Black
Food: Pasta
Drinks: Nothing in particular
Game genre: Indie horror
Favorite video game: Alice: Madness returns
Music genre: Alternative rock/pop, J-rock, gothic metal and a bit of classical
Favorite music artist: Mitski, Das Feenreich, Malice Mizer
Favorite songs:
Flower: Irises
Other things she likes: Quiet places, listening to music, playing the piano, her thoughts, goth/ouji
More facts abt her if u want lol
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History
Aiko was an abandoned child since birth. She lived in the streets, and yk was homeless and shit. Aiko's health was bad, and she gets nosebleeds often. Aiko felt empty like there was something missing in her life. One day, when she was around the age of 6, she was founded by an orphanage who took her in. The orphanage staff taught her speech, writing, reading, and other things a child should know. Aiko's health was also getting better. One day, while she was playing piano in the orphanage, she encountered a new kid. The new kid's name was Isabella. Isabella and Aiko soon became very close friends, and Aiko soon gained feelings for Isabella. Isabella was the one who filled the void in Aiko's heart. However, when Aiko was 10, Aiko got adopted and not Isabella. Aiko was devastated when she heard that she won't be with Isabella anymore. Aiko tried everything she could to make Isabella stay with her. But nothing worked, and they got separated.
Aiko's parents were not the best. Aiko's parents were strict, distant, and ignorant to Aiko's feelings. They always had high expectations with Aiko, which REALLY pressured her to the point that she changed herself around her parents and to her elders just to please them. When she enrolled in Ryoutei Academy, her parents went overseas for work matters.
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Relationships
Mother: Unnamed foster mother
Father: Unnamed foster father
Others: Mukami Yuriko(Friends), Sakamaki Reiji(Lover/Acquaintance), Hoshiko Yuuki(Friends), Tanako Roo(Acquaintance), Rinsuu(friends), Yuki(friends), Aisy(friends), Kauze(Friends?), Scarlett(Acquaintance), Komori Kianna(Friends?), Yui Komori(friends)
What Aiko thinks about the diaboys
(This part of Aiko's char profile will be updated depending on her interactions with other OCs or canon characters)
Other character info
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#aiko yumei#oc#diabolik oc#elidoesart#dialovers oc#diabolik lovers oc#yumei aiko#therealaiko yumei#kauze bridgeton#hoshiko yuuki#yuriko mukami#scarlett wakahisa#tanako roo#kianna komori#diahell#Spotify
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remembered some of my host design thoughts from 2020 just gonna straight up copy and paste them some grammar mistakes don't mind that too much
host design progress/thoughts/etc/etc
schmitty - when i listened to his (scared) tmp2 voicelines i imagined him (and did like 2 doodles) as a humanoid red quip. whether or not that's because me and my friends memed said quip a lot and i began assoisating the quip with schmitty might...idk be up in the air lol.
anyways i basically made him a human verison of the red quip and my human verison for him came later
cookie masterson - i think i listened to his F U easter eggs? and then boom. cookie, made his tie a ...cookie tie bc of his name lol
REDACTED - i think i listened to the tmp1 " voice reveals "? i forgot, man it's only been two months. anyways i know i based their look soley on something said on their tumblr page, " based raised in the woods ". and i made their " not shadowy " form not too long after
to quote myself: " well hes a serial killer or something right " . oh and i believe i made his shirt purple bc that color is sometimes associated with evil! woo. as for my first take on his Totally normal man in society he did not seem like a guy that could play off being a Totally normal man in society. he had fricking pink eye and was bleeding from his mouth and looked really sickly
todd - ah the funny internet man! my first design for him ..funky hair. i know i went through like 3 hairstyles for him and whether or not i wanted to give him shorts.
the 3 things that stayed through out all the designs are: shades, fire tie/fire on the pants and green crocs. now that i think about it his clothes are weird lol..
nate - soley based on his F U easter egg. " i'm pretty (fricking) expensive. " i also wanted to use a different head shape.
from my first sketch of him, nothing has really changed except for the stripes on his tie
guy towers - oh fgod my first reference drawing of him, the colors and design are pretty much the same now except i changed his shoes a bit and give him a short ponytail
idk hes the sports guy and sports people wear visors...yea
oh my gosh i think i gave guy a ponytail bc of some " au doodle/ the whereabouts of the ydkj hosts "
binjpipe - oh uhhhhhh ,is pink , hair shapes a b, she is the only character with a eye color (i guess bc i didnt really bother giving eye colors to any of my hosts)
my design for it has not changed, the onyl thing i added recently was circuits on her hands! bc . idk circuits are cool
schmitty but human - ohhey i found it, i imagined in his ydkj days hes just...pretty tired. hence gray hairs! and i know the tie i very loosely based on Funny Faster Funnier or wahtever it is
dr ro (hc name: dr.rangsey) - short science girl! idk i think the phrase " lab safety is mint colored! " fits her and thats something i thought about..and her colors are based on her game
again her design did not change much i think i just made the labcoat look better
hfelicia - ohhh i remember really wanting to make a design for her . i was like I GOTTA DO THIS.. and tentacles were a requirement. and a eyeball in her hair
one sketch i have is her with eyes on her arms which i believe i did put in, in her monster form . ok i just found when i got around to linearting and coloring, i realized her outfit was too similar to the mother in her game so i changed it (and ngl i was thinking of maid outfit kinda) i looked up vintage clothes and gave her something from that, and red shoes lol
guesspionage host (hc name: abigail s) - oh!! i doodled him on paper first, my final design is pretty different my gosh
my next sketch for him then has boots and a different head shape , uhh yea, eventually i made the shoes Not fricking big and i gave him some cool glove thing with...circuits! bc to quote on my reference page " epic shocking prank ". ngl that was mostly bc of gandra dee in dt17 bc she has nanobots or whatever on her hand and its pretty cool and i thought this host would be the kind to get stuff like that
and could be used for self defense i think? shocking hurts and its like ..opposite of binjpipes' kinda. his are on the palm while hers are on the opposite of the palm (??i dont know my human terms)
dandelion - design hasnt changed much either! and i hc him to be schmitty's brother so i uhh yea made them look similar somewhat. BUT MAN THE SHOES IN HIS FIRST DESIGN............not great. i added a bit more to his suit..jumpsuit? in my latest design for him! swaggy
buzz lippman - when i first heard him there were 2 things i know were needed - a tophat and yellow glasses
my first design for him isnt different from his latest deisgn, i jsut gave him a blue tie. blue as to tie into nate bc theyre cousins and i gave nate a yellow tie os yea
dixie - aww my first sketch for her was cute, i wanted something flowy, i made her somewhat angelic! and her dress has clouds ..and the thing around his waist and her cape are supposed to represent the millions of words made up! (vaguely bc no way am i gonna write words there) oh and the cape is kinda uhh like her wings persay!
civic doodle hostress and old man - AHHA my first doodle of old man was just a stick figure bc thats how hes shown in the ride. and i gave them both stick figure forms bc why not? EHAj i wasnt sure what colors to give to them at first so i used ms paint colors, AND OLD MANS BEARD WAS MADE OUT OF POMPOMS..God haa i didnt give him a beard at first when i finalized both of their designs
gene - referenced from his ingame look in sti, thought hed be a office guy so yep! and his pants have pixels similar to todd's sleeves , bc they are kinda a duo right
helen - awhhg she looks pretty anger in her first sketch and latest design...i thought of her color being green at first and man her skin color was more sickly
otherwise her hair style and form havent really changed. ohh there was a short time where i thought she was the ceo of binjpipe ..glad i didnt continue on with that thought, anyways stan helen bc she has to deal with 5 men sending each other to the bottom constantly </3 , or did so in teh ride
dot! - ah! my first digital sketch of her, really the two things that changed were her hairstyle and her pants. hairstyle is a thing thats stumped me several times lol, ooh her colors changed a bit too
ahh i wanted to give her a tuxedo shirt at first but i didnt 😔
bob - hairstyle REALLY stumped me with this one . and for my first digital sketch i quote myself " honestly keep seeing bob as bald " , then i saw the tvtropes page where it says he implies he has 80s hair or something and i was like " shit "
bidiots host (hc name: quant) - not much here, i based his suit on one i saw on a show we were watching in one of my classes. idk why i gave him a red gem thing tho, why not i guess!
dode - i know i looked up reference images for short hair! her design has changed p much the same the most ive changed were her colors
eventually i drew her ingame look :P
word spud host - literally a cardboard cutout, i think it was seriously inspired by box from inanimate insanity / a humanization of box that was a cutout cardboard and i thought it was nice
as for a serious design for them? maybe,
Ok um i guess the canvases are down here it goes august 2020 -> september 2020 -> started in 2021 minor edits here and then so this is most recent one 2023 -> december 2023
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“don’t give me that look” and “don’t pretend to be innocent now” AGAIN IDK WHAT IT IS ABOUT THESE TWO TOGETHER BUT OMFG THE FEELING I GOT RN OOOF
I CANT THINK OF A SCENARIO BUT MAYBE LIKE HAKIMI INNOCENCE KINK??? IDK IDK
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okay I spinned it around a bit, hopefully it's okay :) // prompts: “don’t give me that look” & “don’t pretend to be innocent now”
You were in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. You heard the front door shut and the footsteps on the hardwood, up the stairs and down the hallway and then it goes quiet.
“Babe?” You calls, looking over your shoulder.
He liked to fuck with you sometimes, so when the bathroom door pushes open a bit and no one walks in, you assumed it was your boyfriend. “Achraf, I swear to god if that’s you-” You grumbled, walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, but it was empty.
You look into the closet and he wasn’t in there either.
Maybe it was the tv, but you’re certain you heard the front door open and shut. You ignore it, it was probably the tv you left on then. You forgot your charger downstairs so you make your way down to get it.
The house was quiet and all the lights were off because Achraf said he’d be home late, he and Kylian were out to dinner or whatever their date night this week was.
Hence why you weren't expecting someone to grab your shoulders when you got to the top of the stairs. You didn’t even think, you just smacked the person.
“Ow!” He groaned, rubbing his cheek. “Achraf!” You hit his arm this time, not as hard. “Why the fuck would you do that?!”
“Why’d you hit me?!” He shouts, a pout on his face. You hold his jaw, turning his face to see his cheek. “There’s no mark, you shouldn't have scared me- don’t give me that look.” You roll your eyes, walking into the bedroom.
“What look?” He follows you into the room, getting onto the bed with you.
“You scared the hell out of me, I called for you and you didn’t answer me!” You grumbled, “it’s not my fault you got smacked!”
He mumbles a fine, moving your arm when he snuggled into your side, his head on your side. “Don’t pretend to be innocent now,” you rubbed his cheek softly, eyes on the tv.
You knew if you looked down at him, you’d cave and he’d get exactly what he wanted.
He rolls onto his back, head on your lap now as he looked up at you. “I am innocent, you’re the one that hit me.” He says plainly and you roll your eyes.
“You're the one that nearly sent me into cardiac arrest.”
“Gimme a kiss,” he props himself up on his elbow, “I deserve it.” He puckers his lips up like a love sick puppy and of course, you caved.
You kissed the man, there’s some shuffling until you settle on his lap and he's sitting up against the headboard now but never did you two let go of each other.
You're now straddling him, thighs squished on either side of him and your arms over his shoulders. His hand slides down from your hip to your ass, giving it a little squeeze.
It spiralled from there, as it does most times. Achraf had you wrapped around his finger and you both knew that.
Hands all over each other, clothes being tugged and pulled on. You’re both impatient, wanting more than you can get too at the moment.
Achraf scoots you back on his lap, undoing his pants as you unbutton his shirt, the baby blue fabric pushed over his broad shoulders only to get stuck behind him between himself and the headboard. Your shorts tossed on the floor, panties pulled to the side as you sink down onto his cock.
His hand on your hip guiding you, letting you bounce on his lap, his name falling from your lips.
He bucks his hips and your nails drop down from his shoulders to the scratches along his back. He lets out a groan, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him.
“So good,” you mumble against his cheek, rocking your hips back and forth.
His hands squeeze at your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave behind fingerprints.
“Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his.His lips find your shoulder, he bites down softly when he feels you clench around him.
“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He whispers into your shoulder, peppering kisses over where he had just bitten. Humming, your arms are wrapped around him.
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Chapter 1
Old blog got reported and I really wanted my icon and background, so here's a repost of the first draft! I plan to edit bc I was out of my head trying to write flying by the seat of my pants, but for now, this is a bit more put together at least!
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: food, meal skipping mention, g/t. Additionally, while not shown in this chapter, this story will probably have non-sexual vore down the line.
“Shit!” Devon ripped his hand away from his unfinished project, attempted to shake the remnants of hot glue from his finger tip. The deep tan skin of his brow wrinkled in a wince, and he set the glue gun on a scrap of cardboard.
“Try to be nice to mice, and this is what it gets me,” He huffed, glowering at the minor burn he sustained. Something has been eating holes in his cereal boxes and pillow cases, and as a sophomore in college, he had to pinch every penny he could. Sure, for now it was barely a contamination concern, but he couldn't afford to call in sick to his job or buy new bed clothes if he let the infestation grow.
That being said, he was a biology major with a minor in keeping sane (read: art). Hence the contraption he had burned himself creating: a humane mousetrap. It consisted of a bucket, a ladder, a dowel rod, and some ingenuity. A large hole was cut in the middle of the bucket lid and a hot glue hinge attached the perimeter of the lid to the loose piece. Food is put in the middle, mouse goes for the food, falls into the bucket, problem solved. In theory, at least. He honestly should have looked up some sort of tutorial rather than building it off the dome. But Devon was nothing if not determined, even to his detriment.
“Whatever, it should be fine.” He put a bit of pressure on one side of the seesaw-like part of the lid and sighed in relief when it quickly gave way. He contemplated adding a sort of hide and using extra materials to secure one side, but after checking his watch, bulked. He knew rodents weren't brainless, but he didn't want to delay the set up of the trap for much longer. He'd already lost his appetite for his honey-nut cheerios after finding a hole in the box, he'd have to start skipping breakfast if he didn't avert the contamination of his precious corn flakes, too.
He stood on creaky legs, sighed. He had class in the morning, and he hadn't gotten enough sleep last night. He shuffled into the bathroom, mindlessly going through his nighttime routine until he threw himself under the dark red sheets of his bed. Rolling onto his side, he took deep, steady breaths, let the anxieties of the day flow out with each exhale, until one final thought left his weary mind. Tomorrow, I'm catching that dang rat.
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Sunlight squeezed through a small crack in the mortar between brown-beige bricks and right into the eyes of a man sleeping in a matchbox full of cloth. He snorted awake, rubbing his eyes and staring blearily at his surroundings. Small ornaments, earrings, stamps, and dulled glass adorned the “walls” of his “room,” which was a section of inner wall he'd hollowed most of the insulation out of. Yawning, the man pushed himself up out of the box, shielding his brown eyes with a pale hand. He scooted to the edge, threw his legs over, and stood, a patterned rug shielding his feet from the cool concrete. He grabbed a comb made from straw and ran it gingerly through his short black side part, only glancing in the mirror piece mounted next to his bed.
“Beck,” He started at the shout, “you're gonna be late to the meet up and miss out on your trades!”
The man, Beck, let his shoulders sag. “Coming, Tallulah.”
He shuffled over to a drawer made of some sturdy fabric and picked out a fast outfit: a burgundy robe. A bit informal, but he was up later than usual. Plus, it's not like he would have to impress anyone. Beck had been living in the community for two whole years at this point. He could rock casual for one meeting. He slid on some sandals made mostly of cardboard, grabbing his burlap bag from the floor. Thank God he’d already packed it, otherwise he’d have to make the trip alone. As it was, he pushed open the door, the back of a remote’s battery case, to Tallulah.
“You’re lucky I hate you the least.”
“I feel it.”
She was a stout woman – well, more so than Beck – with long silver hair that framed the delicate features of her face. If one were so rude as to guess her age, they would be about a decade too low. She aged like wine, as she often reminded those around her. She wore a lengthy blue dress with flower print, perhaps literally from some drapes, with her own sandals with matching fabric going over top of the foot. In her hands was a sort of bucket full of sweet smelling, small, white crystals.
“Sugar?” Beck seemed to look at it too long, as she flicked his forehead with a sigh. “Ow!”
“Don’t even think about it!” She went off deeper into the building, exaggerated.
“Sheesh, you could have concussed me.” Beck rubbed his head with a smirk, latching his door shut before catching up. The gray, tunneled halls were well trodden, even and flat like a road. Because Beck was on the outskirts, it was less so until it intersected with another, more traveled path.
“Anything you’re especially looking for this week?” Beck asked, making room for some others passing them.
“You mean aside from ol’ Vernon’s face when everyone leaves his sweetener for mine?” She adjusted her hold with a smug look. “I sure ain’t looking for what you drag in, Mr. Under the Fridge.”
“That was a year and a half ago! How was I supposed to know why no one has ever brought ice to share?” He fiddled with his bag strap. “Besides, it was still water!”
“Yeah, dirty water even the gardeners didn’t want to take!” She stopped to cackle, careful to keep hold of the pot. “I’ll tell you what, you may not be good for trades, but you are fun to watch!”
Beck rolled his eyes, still tugging the belt.
“Come on, you know I’m messing with you.” She reached up and tousled his hair, perfectly restoring his bed head before he could duck away.
“Tally!” He complained as he worked on mitigating the damage, but the dimples on his cheeks betrayed him. “I know, I just don’t remember the last time I really got congratulated beyond pity points.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Becky, you’ve done plenty.” She said, then pointed her chin down the path. “The market’s just ahead, and you brought stuff, right?” He nodded, not meeting her eye. “Exactly. Even if you hadn't, and even if you never did and never will, you are a part of this community, Becky, and that makes you worthy.” She squeezed his shoulder. Then she punched it. “Now get set up fast because I ain’t setting this anywhere but a prime stall, pretty boy!” She proceeded to run with surprising agility, leaving Beck in her trail.
The man sputtered, shook his head. “God help me if I ever do understand her, it means I’ve lost it, too.” She may be right about him, but she was also right that he should get a move on lest he have to set up on the floor outside.
He entered a much deeper path, leading to the market site. It was in the very center of the building, and it led to an immediate, metal opening. Early birds sometimes had to open this mesh doorway themselves, but at this time, it was held open to welcome all. He stepped through it alongside a few others, and entered a large metallic chamber with grated side walls and a ceiling, unlike the solid steel of the entrance wall and the one Beck was facing. Before that wall, though, were dozens of people like him, but also in all different shapes and sizes. Most stood behind stalls with miscellaneous scraps and crafts, some sat behind their set ups, others just gave from their own hands as they passed. Tallulah was already at a dark wood table making faces at salt and pepper man with his own container of white shards, making Beck’s smile widen.
After a bit of searching, he discovered an unclaimed counter. He quickly made his way over, swinging his pack off onto the rickety birch planks. From the corner of his eye he saw others closing in, doubtless with their own goods to trade. He can’t leave them empty handed! He rummaged through his things before giving up and upturning it and letting everything spill straight onto the table. An abundance of soft white cloth, and another bag, this one sealed plastic, tumbled out. As the visitors strolled closer, Beck ripped open the opaque plastic, revealing its contents: several beige ‘O’ shapes, smelling distinctly of processed oats and honey.
“Come take a look at what I’ve brought,” Beck called to passers by, “There’s plenty more where this came from!”
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oh if the requests are still open 19 with Miphelt?
Okay, okay, this one was a bit of a toughie, hence why it took so long. I wasn't fully sure what 'stealth' hugging entails, so I tried my best based on my own interpretation. It's a little short, but I hope it's still okay!
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Operation reviewed. Task set. Target acquired.
While she had never been at the forefront of the Guild’s planning, Millia knew enough to emulate it. An agent without a plan was a dead one, after all. Plotting out every step, including several backups, was key. She had spent hours on it before deeming this operation solid enough to act upon.
First task. Simple enough. Feign normalcy. Put on an air of averageness. Walk through the public area and attract very little attention. She was a common fixture, nobody had any reason to pluck her out from a crowd over anyone else.
Second task. More complex. Move deeper into the building, avoiding getting lost or stumbling into the wrong place. She had been here enough times to know the general ins and outs. Still, no good came from getting complacent. There was a long way to go. Follow the path, move quickly and quietly.
Obstruction. There were people in the next hall. She could not be seen. Being spotted would compromise the operation and force a retreat. Evasive maneuvers would be required.
Angra spread out into long tentacles, gripping the ceiling lights and lifting her from the ground. She scuttled against the ceiling overhead. Nobody even thought to look up. She stayed elevated until there was another corner to round, lest the motion of dropping catch their attention. Never get sloppy at the last moment, she had known many agents that had lost their lives that way.
She carried on.
A guard dog. Troubling. Animals were difficult, their sense of smell was far stronger. Even if it couldn’t see her, it could smell her. Distracting it as quickly as possible was risky, but important. Millia spotted an abandoned toy that lay just outside of the animal’s reach. It must have flung it too far away while playing and forgotten it was there.
She scooped up the object and teasingly shook it to get the dog’s attention. As soon as she had it, she tossed it in the opposite direction. With eager panting, it had already hurried off to retrieve its property.
Easier than expected. She knew this wasn’t the most well-trained guard dog, but it didn’t hesitate in running off. Well, it didn’t matter. The defenses had been bypassed, now all there was to do was to find her mark. Hopefully, she would be alone. This wasn’t supposed to involve anyone but the two of them.
Millia did her best to keep the door squeaking to a minimum. She knew it had needed some kind of oiling, but with enough finesse, it opened in near-silence. The room was just as quiet. She peered inside, skeptical. This hadn’t been in the plan, according to all of her analyses, the target was supposed to be-
“Millia! There you are!”
Hearing a voice before the tug against her ribs was the only reason she didn’t throw and/or eviscerate what had grabbed onto her in surprise. With enough wiggling, she managed to turn around in that grip to face her sudden opponent.
Elphelt smiled, totally unaware. “Hi! I was wondering where you went off to! I guess you were looking for me too, huh? Well, that makes it easy for both of us! Hey, do you know where Ketchup went? Ram wanted me to look after him, and he always wanders off!”
With a goofy little grin, Millia sank into a tight, rose-scented embrace.
Operation failed. Task successful!
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Character
GENERAL
Name: Tsukino Yuriko
Kanji: 月野百合子
Kana: つきのユリコ
Name explanation:
月 (tsuki) - moon
野 (no) - plain, field
百合 (yuri) - lily
子 (ko) - child
White lilies were her mother’s favorite flowers and her white hair reminded her mother of the said flowers
Name in the Rukiko RP: Mukami Yuriko
Kanji: 無神ユリコ
Kana: むかみユリコ
Age in the canon story: 19 (physically 18)
Age in the Rukiko RP: 21 (physically 18)
Birthday: February 13th
Sign/Zodiac: Aquarius
Nationality: Japanese
Species in the canon story: A Kitsune from her mother’s side, a human from her father’s side. She has one tail.
Species in the Rukiko RP: She used to be a half-Kitsune but was turned into a full Kitsune by Inari o-kami. She grew the second tail at the moment of the turning.
Blood type: AB+
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Bi
School in the canon story: Ryoutei Academy, 3rd year
School in the Rukiko RP: The University of Kaminashi where she's studying literature
Voice Actor: Kakazu Yumi (嘉数 由美)
APPEARANCE
Hair: Yuriko has white short hair with sky-blue tips. Her hair is slightly curly and fluffy, sticking out to the sides of her head.
Eyes: Teal in their human form, amber-yellow in their Kitsune form. Yuriko has silver-framed glasses. When her eyes are teal (human eyes) she has nearsightedness, hence she needs glasses to see far. But when her Kitsune eyes activated she doesn’t need glasses. So far, she hasn’t been able to transform her eyes at will.
Height: 159,50 cm / 5’2ft
Breast size: C cup
Moles: One right under her right eye, one next to her belly button, and a few on her back and arms
Body type: Pear, she has a bit more booty than boobs.
Scent: Yuriko doesn’t use perfumes because those are too much for her sensitive nose, but there is a hint of pine in her scent. If she has spent a lot of time forest, there might be other forestry-like scents lingering too. Because Yuriko loves both lavender and vanilla shampoo, her hair usually has a delicate scent of either one of those. And of course, there is a faint feral scent of Kitsune in her. Though only other supernatural beings and some animals are able to smell that. When she transforms either partly or fully into her fox form, this feral scent becomes her main fragrance.
Clothing Style
At school, Yuriko wears Ryoutei Academy’s school uniform, but she usually leaves the blazer out and uses a beige cardigan instead. The cardigan gives her a safe feeling of hiding.
In her free time, Yuriko prefers wearing clothes that are both comfortable and cute. She likes feminine style and usually wears a skirt instead of pants. Though sometimes she likes to wear shorts too. She loves light tops but covers herself often with her signature pink cardigan, but she also likes to wear off-shoulder shirts and sweaters.
As for underwear, Yuriko prefers comfortable panties and bras with tiny printed patterns (i.e. flowers, hearts, ribbons…), but she also likes lace. So, every now and then, she chooses fully laced underwear, these days more often because she knows that Ruki enjoys seeing her like that.
Yuriko likes light blue, baby pink, white, black (not with tops), occasional light green, and pastel colors in general.
PERSONALITY
Yuriko is a kind and sweet girl who tries to see the good in everybody. Still, she has trust issues because of her past experiences and she struggles to see her own value. Usually, she puts others before herself and tries to please them, sometimes neglecting her needs and wishes. It’s possible that she can even put herself in a dangerous situation to please and keep someone in her life.
Art made by @equinox-86
MBTI: INFP
INFPs may seem quiet or unassuming but they have vibrant, passionate inner lives. It’s common for them to lose themselves in daydreams, inventing all kinds of stories and conversations in their minds. Usually, they are rather creative and imaginative but also sensitive; they can have profound emotional responses to music, art, nature, and the people around them.
Because INFPs are idealistic and empathetic they yearn for deep, soulful relationships, and they wish to help others. Still, they may sometimes feel lonely or invisible, adrift in a world that doesn’t appreciate or understand them. They tend to avoid conflicts, so they don’t always talk openly about things that are bothering them. Instead, they might try to solve the problem on their own but sometimes they just focus on making other people happy, to the detriment of their own priorities and sense of self.
Strengths
Empathetic
Generous
Open-minded
Creative
Passionate
Idealistic
Weaknesses
Unrealistic
Self-isolating
Unfocused
Emotionally vulnerable
Desperate to please
Self-critical
FAVORITES AND LIKINGS
Drinks: Hot cocoa, green tea/matcha, melon soda
Sweets: Anything with red bean paste, chocolate chip cookies (made by Ruki)
Food: Vegetable soup, pumpkin soup & fried tofu / kitsune udon (made by Ruki), in AU stories she doesn’t have a favorite food
Flower: White lilies
Scent: Lavender (and Ruki)
Places to be bitten: Shoulder, neck, and inner thigh
Art made by @cutelih
NSFW likings
vanilla things
both soft, gentle making love and rough fucking
being sub
getting slapped
getting choked
being tied up
being dirty talked
having her hair pulled
receiving and giving oral
being teased
being bitten/marked
RELATIONSHIPS
Canon Story Boyfriend: Mukami Ruki (Yuriko’s canon story)
Exclusive RP Ship / Husband: @ruki-mukami-dl (Rukiko)
Ex-Girlfriend: Hizashi Haruko (YuriHaru)
Mother: Tsukino Hisoka (deceased)
Father: Tsukino Keisuke
Brother: Tsukino Yuuto
Sister-in-Law: Tsukino Nalia
Nephew and Niece: Tsukino Haku & Mei
Found Family: The Mukamis
Yuriko's relationships with canon characters
Read Yuriko's Story
His Possession (More, Blood)
Her Calamity (Dark Fate)
Their Elysium (Lost Eden)
HISTORY
Before Yuriko Was Born
Yuriko’s parents, Keisuke and Hisoka, fell in love with each other and they had a happy relationship at first. They got married and a few years later, their son, Yuuto, was born.
When Yuuto was 4 years old, his eyes turned to the same shade of yellow as his mother’s, but that wasn’t all. His fingertips started to go fiery with blue flames whenever he got angry. Hisoka told Keisuke she was a Kitsune and revealed that Yuuto must have inherited her powers.
Unfortunately, Hisoka also told her family about their son, and the Kitsune came for him. They left Hisoka alone though but made sure that she knew what kind of punishment would await her if she ever came back to the Kitsune realm in a far corner of the Demon World.
Childhood
Hisoka told Keisuke she wanted another child, but Keisuke didn’t agree. Even though he didn’t like the idea, Hisoka got pregnant with Yuriko.
Yuriko was only one year old when her eyes turned yellow and her foxfire activated.
Though Keisuke didn’t ever ask for a daughter, he paid for a magical operation to block her powers. He decided he wanted his son back and do the same operation for him. He never forgave his wife.
After the operation, Yuriko lived a rather normal childhood and made a couple of friends in kindergarten and grade school.
Yuriko was close to her mother, and they did a lot of things together but her mother felt distant and sad. Yuriko figured that it was somehow her fault, so she always tried to be better.
Keisuke was nearly never home and when he was, he wasn’t really interested in Yuriko. Still, Yuriko considers that her childhood was at least happy enough.
Middle School
When Yuriko became a teenager, she started to realize better that there was no pleasing her father. Nothing was ever good enough no matter what she did, yet she still did her best.
Her mother tried to be there for her, but she felt distant and depressed more often than earlier.
The only place where Yuriko had a chance to shine was school and she got good grades in most of the subjects, but English was always hard for her.
In the last year of middle school, Yuriko met Haruko, a fiery girl who had the most beautiful smile in the world. They became fast friends, though slowly Yuriko started to realize that there was probably more to it. She knew her father would never accept her dating a girl, so she did her best to hide her feelings.
Around this same time, Yuriko entered a mystical forest as a fox in her dream. There she met another white fox, and they ran through the woods together. These dreams started to occur regularly, and the white fox began to feel like a friend to her.
Back then Yuriko had no idea that the fox was actually Yuuto, her big brother, whom she had never even heard of.
After Yuuto had learned his dream walking skill, he tried to connect with his parents, but instead, he ended up drawing Yuriko into his dream space, the In-Between.
At first, he didn't know who she was but by creating the connection he was able to enter her normal dreams too. Finally, he realized that Yuriko was his little sister he had never met before.
Sprite made by @ruki-mukami-dl from original Rejet art
High School
Yuriko and Haruko ended up in the same high school and grew closer really fast. Before midterms, Haruko asked Yuriko to meet her behind the school where she confessed and asked her out.
Even though the mere thought was scary Yuriko said yes. Girls decided to hide their relationship at school, but they spent almost all their free time together and shared their first kiss when they went on a trip to the ocean shore during summer vacation.
At the same time, things went even worse at home. Yuriko’s father was around even less than before, and her mother didn’t seem to be motivated to do anything anymore.
Yuriko decided to concentrate on school and Haruko. But in the autumn that became hard too.
At first, Haruko started to want things Yuriko wasn’t ready to give her, and that led to arguing.
Then their classmate saw them holding hands and kissing in a corner of a small café, and rumors started to spread throughout the school.
The bullies followed soon, and while girls tried to stand against them, it was useless.
In the end, Haruko broke up with Yuriko and finally transferred to a different high school before the year ended.
When Yuriko’s second year of high school started, she was still devasted because of Haruko. That affected her grades, but she still tried her best in school. She didn’t have friends anymore because the girls thought she was a freak who was after them.
Later that year Yuriko’s mother went suddenly missing, leaving only a note where she asked Yuriko to take care of herself and her father.
What Yuriko didn’t know back then was that Hisoka wanted her redemption and went back to the Kitsune, trying to get Yuuto home. She never came back because her relatives punished her for running away.
After that bullying got even worse, and Yuriko eventually stopped going to school.
She spent most of her days in the library reading books, drowning herself in gothic romance novels which were a dark and intense but great escape from everything.
Another safe haven for her was her dreams of the white fox. Sometimes she felt like the fox was trying to talk to her, but she couldn’t understand him.
Yuriko stopped to live her life and absorbed herself in books and dreams. Naturally, she failed her third year, and her father was furious at her.
Keisuke had been tracking down the Kitsune ever since his wife went missing, and by the time Yuriko failed her third year, he had found out that the entrance to the Kitsune realm was somewhere near Kaminashi City.
Keisuke got a job in the city and transferred Yuriko to the local high school, the Ryoutei Academy, without knowing what kind of students there were in that school.
Keisuke had also found Hisoka’s diary and knew now that the Kitsune had fewer females than males. He became sure that he could get his son back if he would give Yuriko to her relatives.
Keisuke's only problem was that he couldn’t contact the Kitsune and didn’t know the exact location of the gate to their realm or how to open it. Hisoka’s diary only revealed that Keisuke needed the Kitsune blood to open the gate, but he had it in Yuriko’s veins. The key and the commodity in the same package.
Ryoutei Academy
In her new school, Yuriko soon ran into an excellent student who took a sudden interest in her and especially her blood. Mukami Ruki decided to make her his possession.
Ruki saw Yuriko as mere livestock with surprisingly tasty blood, but when their destinies slowly entangled with each other, she became much more than that.
From Yuriko’s point of view, she had finally met someone who wasn’t going to leave her no matter what. Though this person happened to be a vampire who scared her at first, in the end, she was willing to give up her old life and start forever with Ruki. And because of him, she could reveal her true heritage, too.
CG edit made by @cutelih from original Rejet art
#diabolik lovers#diabolik oc#diabolik lovers rp#diabolik lovers oc#dialovers oc#yuriko tsukino#yuriko mukami
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"IronStar"
Chapter 1
"Starlight"
A "Fairy Tail" fanfic
Pairing: Gajeel x fem OC
A/N: A new fic from me for "Fairy Tail", one of my favorite animes ever!! 🥰 My hubby and I have been rewatching the show and I've had it on the brain quite a bit, hence how this came about!
A couple notes: I'm not gonna do what I normally do with my OC fics and try and insert them into canon events cuz...Fairy Tail has a LOT to follow. It's gonna be kind of its own thing with maybe a few couple canon events being referenced (I would say this is probably post Tenrou Island/the seven year time jump) I don't know how long this fic will go, but hopefully for quite a while 😊 I'm just gonna say this right now: I LOVE Gajeel so freaking much 😍😍
Also, the magic my OC uses is all made up by me and might not completely follow any sort of "magic rules" from the show, so I apologize in advance 😅
Otherwise, I hope you all enjoy!! 💜
Taglist: @l-lend , @rosechi , @the-bad-batch-baroness , @angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main
》 Chapter 2
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Explanation: A new face arrives in Magnolia in search of Fairy Tail, but not before running into one of its members.
Another beautiful, sunny day shined down on the fair city of Magnolia in the country of Fiore. In the streets strolled a newcomer to the city: a young woman with pale skin and long, curly hair that was turquoise in color; half of it fell loose down her back while the other half was pulled up into two fun buns on the top sides of her head. Her light blue eyes scanned the city as she continued walking through the streets, taking in the buildings and booths opened for the day. She wore a dressy shirt of different shades of purple with short, ruffly sleeves, white pants and ankle-high purple boots. Around her neck, she wore a dark purple bandana scarf. She had never been to Magnolia before, but she was a woman on a mission.
To find the Wizard guild of Fairy Tail.
She had heard a lot of great things about this guild and she was in search of one. She needed a better place to go; hopefully somewhere she could fit in. She too was a Wizard, but her previous home was not somewhere she felt she belonged. It was time for a change and maybe Fairy Tail, if they were willing to give her a chance, would be a great place to start over.
Being lost in her own thoughts and in awe of the city around her, she didn’t see the person in front of her and accidentally ran into them, stumbling backwards after the impact.
A deep, gruff voice spoke to her, "Whoa! Careful where you're goin', kid." He spoke to her more with caution than with anger.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," the girl said.
She took in the stranger's appearance before her and he was unlike anyone she'd ever seen before. He was younger; probably a couple years older than her, tall, had very long and spiky black hair and wore a black, sleeveless top that looked like an overcoat with tattered ends, tan trousers and black boots. On his shoulder was a dark green fur mantle and around his neck was a black scarf. Then on his hands were brown leather, fingerless gloves. What was most peculiar about him were two key details: his piercing red eyes and the silver studs he had on his face and body. He had them along the edges of his ears, three studs above each eye in place of eyebrows, two on both sides of the bridge of his nose, two in his chin and four on the underside of each forearm. He had what almost seemed like a permanent scowl on his face. She'd never seen anyone as intimidating as him before. Yet he didn't appear threatening, which was a good sign, at least. Just more caught off guard than anything.
He eyed her curiously, but then just stated, "It's no big deal. Just be careful."
The girl gave him a nod and without another word took off in the direction of her quarry.
A few more minutes passed until she came up a hill and then she saw it: the towering building with the name "Fairy Tail" over the entrance and the flag of the fairy emblem hanging above the open doors. There it was, the place she'd been searching for.
"This is it. I almost can't believe I'm here," she said aloud in awe. Then she took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "All right...here goes nothing."
Steeling herself, she walked through the open doors and was met with a wall of noise from a huge crowd of people hanging out in the guild hall. Human men and women of different varieties were spread out about the room. Some big, some small, some young, some older. She spotted two spiky-haired boys arguing and getting close to fighting over in a corner; one with pink hair and the other with black hair. Two girls were watching them, a blonde and a bluenette. There was also...a cat? The girl swore she saw a blue cat standing on a table nearby them. In seconds, the two boys were throwing fists and the girl kept walking over to the bar area.
Behind the bar was a beautiful woman with long white hair with a small ponytail at the front. When she saw the girl coming, she greeted her with a bright smile and said with a high-pitched voice, "Hello there! Welcome to Fairy Tail! What can I do for you?"
The turquoise-haired girl sat on a barstool and told the woman, "Hi, I was hoping to talk to the Master of Fairy Tail. Is he here?"
The bar woman answered, "I'm so sorry, Master is away right now, but he'll be back soon. Maybe I can help you." She held out a hand to the girl. "I'm Mirajane, but you can call me Mira. I'm one of highest-ranking Wizards here."
The girl shook her hand. "I'm Genna. I just came here hoping to maybe join Fairy Tail. I'm a Wizard, too, and I've heard a lot of things about this guild: some good and some crazy and I thought it sounded like my kind of place."
There was a loud crash behind her and she jumped in surprise, seeing the two fighting boys having destroyed one of the tables.
"Will you two cut it out? We just fixed the tables!" cried out one of the onlookers.
Ignoring them, the pink-haired one cried out, "You want a piece of me, brain freeze? I'll take you down right now!"
The other boy spat back, "In your dreams, hot shot!"
Genna turned back to Mira, who simply said with a grin on her face, "Yeah, I'm sure the crazy things you've heard aren't too far off. We're a rowdy bunch, as you can see."
"No kidding. Is that normal?" inquired Genna, gesturing to the wrestling boys behind her.
With a giggle, Mira answered, "Oh yes. Natsu and Gray fight each other almost every day, but they do care about each other deep down. They just don't want to admit it."
Genna chuckled, amused.
"You said you're a Wizard, too. What magic do you use?" then asked Mira.
Just as Genna was about to answer, someone sat down a couple seats away from her and a man's gravely voice said, "Hey Mira, mind pourin' one for me?"
"Sure thing!" Mira obliged, turning her back for a moment.
Genna turned to look and was shocked at who saw she saw.
It was the red-eyed, long-haired man with the studs that she’d run into on the street.
"Oh my gosh! It's you!" she exclaimed.
The man looked at her and grinned slyly, leaning his arm on the bar. "Well, well...fancy runnin' into you here, kid," he said.
It was then she noticed the Fairy Tail emblem on his left shoulder, which she didn't see the first time. "You're a Fairy Tail Wizard?" she questioned, stunned at seeing him there.
"Sure am. What's it to ya?" he asked, still grinning as Mira handed him a drink.
"I just didn't notice your mark when I ran into you. I had no idea," she replied.
"You two have already met?" inquired Mira.
After taking a sip, the guy answered her, "Yeah, she wasn't watchin' where she was goin' and ran right into me."
Shyly, Genna said back, "I said I was sorry."
"You got a name, kid?" he asked.
"I'm Genna Whitesun," she answered.
Satisfied with that answer, he aimed his thumb at his chest and responded, "Gajeel Redfox. Or Black Steel Gajeel."
Her eyebrows rose up and she looked impressed with quite a name.
"He's one of our resident Dragonslayer Wizards," Mira added.
Genna's eyes went wide. "You're a Dragonslayer? No way!" she cried out.
"Indeed and he's an exceptional one at that."
There was a second deep male voice that suddenly came from behind Gajeel and another cat came into view, but he had white wings on his back and landed on the bar next to Gajeel. The cat was small, black with round ears, a scar by his left eye and wearing pants.
With a small cry, she exclaimed, "You can talk?"
While the cat folded his arms across his chest and smiled, Gajeel told her, "This is my cat, Pantherlily. All of us Dragonslayers have one."
"We're called Exceeds," said Pantherlily.
"Fascinating!" she said back. Though, in her mind, she was secretly fawning over how adorable he was.
"So what're ya doing here at Fairy Tail?" Gajeel questioned Genna.
Mira answered for her with glee, "She's looking to maybe join the guild." Then she looked to Genna and spoke up curiously, "Genna, you never got to answer my question. What sort of magic do you use?"
Beaming proudly, she stated, "I use Starlight Magic."
Gajeel's studded eyebrows went up. "Ain't ever heard of that kind of magic."
"It's super rare," said Mira. "I'd love to see what you can do."
Feeling confident, Genna stood up from her stool and brought her hands up in front of her, touching her fingertips together. "Starlight Magic Art," she stated, conjuring a shimmering, iridescent magic circle. "Aurora Borealis!"
She thrust out her hands in front of her and in the air over the crowd appeared a sparkling wave of colors that looked like a river of stars. Everyone inside stopped what they were doing and looked up in wonder at the amazing display above their heads, crying out in astonishment. Then all eyes turned to the source of the lights as it dissipated, meaning everyone was now looking at Genna.
She just smiled and looked back at Gajeel and Mira. "That's just more for show," she told them. "There's more I can do in terms of combat and other abilities."
Gajeel had never seen such a dazzling show of magic and it was a sight to behold. The stars that hung in the air almost to seemed reflect in her eyes and he was almost literally starstruck for a very brief moment. This girl was something else. He couldn't help but wonder what else her magic could do.
However, in seconds, people were already clamoring over to her, wondering who she was, where she came from and how she did her cool trick. Then, to her surprise, the pink-haired young man pushed through and put himself between her and the other people.
"Hey, back off, everybody!" he yelled with great force. "Don't be crowding the new girl! Get back before I send you flying!"
That seemed to deter the crowd and they all dispersed and moved away. That certainly wasn’t what Genna had been expecting.
Then the young man turned around and said with perhaps the largest smile ever, "Sorry about all that. We just get pretty excited around here. I haven't seen you here before. I'm Natsu. Welcome to Fairy Tail!"
She couldn't help but smile back at his contagious enthusiasm and told him, "I'm Genna. I'm happy to be here."
Getting a better look at Natsu, she saw he only wore a black vest with gold trim over his torso, a skirt-like garment that matched the vest over white puffy pants with black ties at the bottom and sandals. Then around his neck we wore a white scale-patterned scarf.
"Are you looking to join our guild? We may be a big guild already, but we still always have room for more," Natsu declared.
Timidly, she answered him, "I mean...I'd like to, but I'm waiting to talk to the Master first."
"What are you waiting on Gramps for? After what you just did, I'd say you've got what it takes to be a member of Fairy Tail," he boldly stated.
Then Gajeel said in response to him, "Yeah, but last I checked, you're not the Guild Master around here, Salamander, so you don't get to make those decisions."
Natsu immediately whipped around in his direction and asked with a growl, "Okay, you wanna go, too, Gajeel? I can still voice my opinion if I want to."
"Wow, Natsu really can go from zero to a hundred in nothing flat," Genna thought, perplexed.
Then the blue cat she'd seen earlier came over, also with wings sprouting him his back and he cried out in a tiny voice, looking at Genna, "Wow, those lights were so pretty!"
He was followed by the blonde girl and the black-haired boy who Genna now realized was Gray, whom Mira had mentioned. He only wore black pants and that was it; he had no shirt on and his blue fairy emblem was on his chest. The blonde had on a white sleeveless top with blue accents, a mini-skirt of a matching shade of blue with a belt and knee-high black boots. She had a half pulled back ponytail tied with a blue ribbon. On her belt was a small leather pouch that Genna could see a couple keys poking out of and also a whip.
Gray spoke first, saying in a cool voice, "That was really something."
"Seriously! That almost reminded me of my celestial magic," spoke the blonde.
"That explains the keys," thought Genna.
Then the girl lifted a hand and said in greeting, "Hi, I'm Lucy." Then she pointed to Gray and then the blue cat. "This is Gray and this is Happy."
"Aye, sir!" exclaimed Happy.
Genna giggled. Were all Exceeds this cute?
Mira then told them, "This is Genna. She's looking to join the guild."
"Great! We could use some more girl power around here," said Lucy.
With a smirk, Genna replied, "Well, here's hoping I make it in."
"Oh, you will. Master Makarov hardly ever turns anyone away," stated Happy.
"Gramps believes that everyone deserves a place to belong and if Fairy Tail is where they wanna be, then that's enough for him," said Gray.
Then Mira put in, "Well, he might still have her take on a job first to make sure she's up to the task."
"I'll do whatever I need to," said Genna.
"Heh, famous last words," said Gajeel through a small scoff.
Genna stole a look at him and saw he was smirking at her. There didn't seem to be any malicious intent behind his words, but there was definitely some ribbing come from him for sure.
He kept going, "You say things like that, the old man might give you the hardest job on the board."
"If that's what he wants to do, then I'll do it," she replied.
"You've got moxy, kid," he said back.
Natsu slammed a fist into the palm of his other hand and let out an good-natured snicker. "I believe in you, Genna. You're gonna do great."
Touched at his support, Genna told him, "Thank you for your faith in me, Natsu."
He then added, "Whatever Gramps decides to have you do when he gets back, you'll show him you've got what it takes to be a Wizard of Fairy Tail."
"Is that so?"
An older voice spoke from behind Natsu and he jumped in surprise. There behind him was a very small old man. He was bald with tufts of white hair pointing out from behind his ears, a white mustache and wearing a white coat with fur lining. Next to him was a taller woman wearing silver armor with a blue skirt and her hair was long and a beautiful crimson color. She had a sharp and stoic look on her face.
"There you are. Welcome back, Master and Erza," said Mira gladly.
Genna looked at the old man. This was Master Makarov, Fairy Tail's leader? She never imagined he would be so tiny, but there was certainly a fierceness she could see in his eyes.
He looked up at her, as well, his interest piqued at the new face before him. "You wish to join our guild, young lady?" he asked her.
Nodding, she replied with a steady tone, "Yes, sir. I'm Genna Whitesun; I've been looking for a new guild and I thought Fairy Tail would be a good place for me."
"I see," he said. Then his mustache curled up slightly as he grinned. "Well, we're always happy to welcome new members. Though, not just anyone can enter Fairy Tail without first proving themselves in some way. I did see the display of Starlight Magic you just showed as we were approaching outside. Quite impressive, but we'll need more than that."
"Understood. I'll do whatever you'd like me to do. I want to prove that I'm worthy of the Fairy Tail name," she said, giving him a bow of her head.
The armored woman, Erza, grinned with amusement and laid a hand on her hip. "She's a determined one," she commented to the Master, her voice a touch deeper than Mira's or Lucy's and with a velvety tone to it. "What do you think, Master? What task shall we give her to test her mettle?"
"She could fight you, Scarlet," suggested Gajeel smugly.
"Are you kidding? We don’t want to scare the girl away," Gray rebuttaled.
"Actually, I have just the job in mind; one that I've just received," stated Makarov. "There have been reports of possible dark creatures lurking in the forest outside of Magnolia and even along Akane Beach. These creatures, whatever they are, are causing mass panic among the people and must be dealt with."
That sounded like the perfect job for a Starlight Magic Wizard in Genna's mind. "I can do that, no problem!" she declared.
"All right, that's the spirit!" cheered Natsu.
Gajeel snickered again. "Not sure if that's the kind of job you should do alone, kid," he commented to Genna. "You don't wanna get in over your head too quick or you're gonna fall flat."
"He's right," agreed Erza. "With this sort of job, you'll need someone to accompany you...and since he's shown great concern for your safety, Gajeel will go with you."
Taken by surprise by that remark, he spit out the sip of his drink, splashing Pantherlily in the process. "What?" he cried out.
"You had that coming, Gajeel," Pantherlily jabbed at him, shaking the excess drink off of him.
"Oh...okay," Genna relented, also caught off guard.
She wasn't displeased by Erza's order, but it just wasn't what she was expecting. Gajeel was a hard book to read thus far. He wasn't being mean to her; he was sarcastic and a tease, for sure, but he also wasn't exactly going out of his way to be nice. He was somewhere in between and it was interesting to her. The others; Mira, Pantherlily, Natsu, Gray, Lucy, Happy and Erza were all more than kind and welcoming to her, but Gajeel...he seemed indifferent. Just who exactly was he? Well, if he was gonna be going with her on this mission, maybe she'd get to find out.
Before Gajeel could further protest, Makarov chimed in, a pleased look on his face, "It's settled then. Gajeel and Genna will head out as soon as possible and deal with the dark creatures terrorizing the forest. I wish you the best of luck, young lady, and we look forward to your return."
Smiling giddily, Genna said with gratitude, "Thank you, Master Makarov. I won't let you down."
"You're gonna do great, Genna! Can't wait for you to get back," said Lucy, giving her an encouraging thumbs up and a wink.
"Go knock 'em dead," added Gray.
"Thanks, guys," Genna replied.
At the bar, Gajeel downed rest of his drink and groaned heavily as he set the cup down. "Ugh...well, this oughta be good," he complained to Pantherlily.
"You brought this on yourself, my friend," the Exceed refuted. "You had to make a comment to her."
"Hey, if I'm going, then you're in this with me, Lily," Gajeel replied, annoyed.
"I'm already aware of that," Lily responded.
There was movement out of the corner of Gajeel's eye and he turned to see Genna standing there.
"I guess it looks like you and I will be working together," she said to him, a hint of shyness in her voice. "I don't want to be a hindrance, but I appreciate the help. I'm currently staying at a hotel in town. I can go get some of my things from there and meet you back here. Does that sound good?"
"Fine by me," he replied flatly.
"Great. I'll be back soon," she said and quickly took off.
He watched her run out of the guild hall, seemingly unsure about how to feel about the whole situation. He was a seasoned Wizard who didn't always like associating the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed newbies of the guild who seem to think they can take on the world. He'd been through his fair share of trials and hardships already that hardly anyone else would understand. Newer wizards had no idea what they were getting themselves into and he didn't have the time or the energy to deal with them. Now, he was getting stuck with this new girl on a job. She was eager, definitely, but he didn't seem as bothered by her. Yet, anyway. She couldn't be that much younger than he was and she seemed more mature than some other new Wizards that had come to Fairy Tail. He wasn't annoyed with her and instead, just felt the urge to be teasing and smug with her; have a little fun and mess with her a bit, which didn't happen often.
He said to Lily, who was still standing on the bar and also watching Genna leave, "This job's gonna be interesting."
"I agree. She's got drive and spirit...she'll make a perfect addition to Fairy Tail," Lily stated.
As she ran through the streets to her hotel, Genna couldn't stop smiling with elation and slight disbelief at everything that had just happened.
"I can't believe it," she said to herself. "I've got my first job already. It's finally happening. I'm getting my chance." Her eyes lifted up to the sky. "Just you wait, Father. I'll prove you wrong. I'll show what I'm made of to everyone and I'll become a Wizard of Fairy Tail! You'll see!"
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maya sakamaki fashion headcanons
So here's the thing, I thought this headcanon thing is talking abt Maya's freaking closet (turns out I am wrong 😭). But I still wanna add the wardrobe thingy 'cause I just don't want my writing to go to waste.
As I've mentioned in Maya's random facts post, her main outfits are her long-sleeved maid outfit and the Ryoutei Academy school uniform. However, during summer, she switches to her short-sleeved maid uniform to cater to the season
The reason behind this is that, her other outfits are solely dependent on who her master is.
So yeah, during her time at the Feinze mansion, she was always wearing kimono/yukata and pairs them with dark boots. She also ensures it has a blade underneath so ppl who decide to mess with her won't stand a chance.
But now that she's a Sakamaki doll, Maya has more freedom to express her personality with her clothing.
In fact, she actually likes her clothes now better than the kimono lolita dresses bcos it makes her look more like a teenager instead of a priestess child at a temple
She actually leans on modern pastel grunge + soft girl + dark academia aesthetic outfits with a spring/winter-cool color range to match her pale skin, red eyes, and long dark hair.
So yeah, it's no secret that all her clothes are given by Kanato. In fact, some of them were handmade by him (especially the dresses) and Kanato even takes his time to style her before going out.
And since they were all handmade or given by him, you would notice attention to detail factors like ruffles, ribbons, etc.
Kanato actually has a hard time styling Maya because she has a soft classic body style and slightly large breasts. This forces Kanato to make dresses of larger sizes and accommodate her bust.
And yes, Kanato knows if Maya doesn't like the outfit he makes her wear by observing her for a good minute and if she doesn't stand in front of the mirror for too long, that's when he knows
He'll just make up an excuse that her frowning face made the dress ugly so he would think he styles her really well this sore loser
And yes, Maya never wears a pencil or body-hugging skirts. Not because Kanato doesn't like her emphasizing her womanly assets, but because it will be hard for her to fight in them
In the fake human AU series, Maya's wardrobe definitely got a drastic change. Since she was hired by Shuu to work as his secretary, Maya donned office-friendly outfits to match her work position and make her look more like an adult.
Kanato even commented Maya looked like a different person in the secretary get-up
Most of them are dresses or outfits with skirts. Square pants are a big no since it only makes her look smaller, so she opted for skinny dress pants or jeans.
When it comes to shoes, most of Maya's shoes are Mary Jane's, platforms, black boots, sneakers, doll shoes, and sandals. (all of them have blades hidden underneath)
And she loves wearing socks and stockings; it's like she loves covering her legs most of the time hence why she still uses black stockings despite her maid outfit
Kanato always gives her socks with cute patterns to give her edgy outfits a soft hint
Fun fact: Maya has never worn heels (as per the fake human series fic) because Karlheinz and Gilbert Feinze thought she has no need for them. Plus you can't insert a blade in heels.
That's why most of Maya's shoes don't have heels in them. And if they do, they're still a bit flat with mininalist design, just like this:
So yeah, she had to practice walking in heels thanks to Shuu and Kanato's meddling since she was disguised in the fake human AU series as Shuu's secretary.
Maya is actually not big on accessories.
After all, she's a maid and she can end up ruining them while doing household chores, especially laundry
However, being Kanato's exclusive doll wife has made her wear them since Kanato believes that her outfit is incomplete without them.
But she's still on the minimalist side of things, like a good pair with earrings will do and a necklace or choker. Sometimes she'll add a bracelet.
And yes, she never forgets her wedding ring.
Should a situation arise where she has to remove her ring for protection (cooking, laundry, washing hands), she turns the ring into a pendant on her necklace.
Maya is also a fan of cute beaded necklaces and bracelets. Kanato even made her so many of them so she can pair them all with her outfits
Other accessories she dons are the ones for her hair. Maya is fascinated by cute hair clips and ties and she thinks putting them on her elevates her look. Of course, aside from anything with cherry designs, she likes those ones with cute animals and girly patterns.
A/N: I kind of enjoyed writing this content. Maybe I should do others like this in the future
#kanato sakamaki#diabolik lovers#diabolik lovers headcanons#maya sakamaki#sakamaki maya#kanato x oc#kanato and maya#diahell#kanato x maya#ayato sakamaki#kanato's vampire doll#diabolik oc#dl oc#diahell content#laito sakamaki#sakamaki shu#reiji sakamaki#sakamaki brothers#diaboys#dialovers#diabolik lovers fandom#diabolik lovers oc#outfit headcanons#outfit#karlheinz sakamaki
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face, motion and formal for all of them!
Thank you so much for the ask!!
Face - Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?
I've already answered this one for Maddie and Côme here
Jonah
His face screams grumpy and intimidating. He either wears his dark brown hair up to his shoulders, tied in a half bun, or dishevelled when it's short. He oftens swings between both hairstyles: cutting his hair when he gets tired of having it long, or letting it grow back because he misses the long hair. He's got a beard, well it's between the beard and the stubble. He's also got quite the eyebags under his light brow eyes, the boy's tired. And he's frowning a lot, hence the intimidating look.
His smile softens his whole face. He doesn't smile much, but he smirks a lot, so when he's really smiling it's quite the sight. He has one dimple in his right cheek that only shows when he smiles really wide.
The thing that people notice the most upon meeting him is the scar splitting his left eyebrow. He got it from boxing and now he's got a permanent eyebrow slit that people either find cool or ridiculous.
Motion - How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?
Madeleine
Maddie is full of grace, like literally. Sometimes it looks like she's not even touching the floor when she walks. Her coordination and flexibility are unmatched. Comes from years of taekwondo and the dance classes she regularly takes. Talking about dancing she takes ballroom dancing classes, her favorites being: waltz, mambo and jive. Other than that she can also belly dance. So, she's quite at ease when it comes to movement.
The only thing that kind of hinders that is her wardrobe. Well, it wasn't a problem before meeting UB, because she makes her own clothes, so she's learned how to make them adapt to her movements, but she wears a lot of long skirts and dresses, and they do not help when she gets in situations where she has to fight, which happens a little too regularly now that UB are in her life.
Côme
Côme has that constant kind of skipping to their gait. They cannot walk straight, and by that I mean that they're always talking to someone or looking around when they walk so they're often oriented towards the person they're talking to/the thing they're looking at and thus walk sideways, if they're not completely walking backwards. But they're really clumsy and often trip over their own feet. They're not really coordinated either, so they suck at dancing although they love it.
Their clothes do not really hinder their movements because they wear oversized clothing a lot to hide their body shape. So their clothes are actually quite comfortable to move into, even with the situations they get in with UB.
Jonah
Out of the three Jonah is the one that doesn't really have any distinctive characteristic about his gait. But, he does walk fast. He's got no time to waste to get from point A to point B. He has a pretty good coordination due to years of boxing, but that coordination is useless when it comes to dancing because he's stiff as a stick.
His clothes do hinder his movements a tad because he's always wearing jeans and we all know those things are not comfortable to move in. He's ripped quite a few in inconvenient spots while fighting.
Formal - What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?
Madeleine
She's my fancy queen. She's always looking amazing, so when she has to dress up it's actually a bit of struggle. But she does like making fancy clothes, so when the occasion calls for it she pulls out her prettiest dresses.
Here are some examples: (she loves flowery patterns)
Côme
Côme's idea of formal is suit pants with a shirt (and the occasional vest if they found a cool suit). And it's got to have bright colors and cool patterns and textured fabric. They'll often choose one colors and try to do a complete look with that color.
Examples: (I couldn't find a good pic but they def have a holographic suit)
Jonah
Jonah's formal look is pretty simple: it's a two piece suit. It's pretty standard but it gives him just the amount of confidence he needs. He'll sometimes go for a three piece if the occasion calls for it. Although he always stays within a pretty standard range of colors: black, blue, the eventual green. He also loves those little things that you clip onto the collar of a shirt (idk what they're called)
Some examples:
Character design asks
#thanks a lot for letting me ramble about these 3#I'm actually not quite sure I'm satisfied with the pics I found for Côme#I imagine something with a little more pizzazz#leo💛#oc: madeleine kingston#oc: côme hawthorne#oc: jonah rafferty#twc detective#ask game#ali's headcanons
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