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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN - COMPANIONSHIP AND LATE NIGHT CONFESSIONS.

The night air in London held a hint of chill, and the city's streets buzzed with the energy of a typical Friday evening. Inside the cozy confines of their flat, Marc Spector stood by the window, looking out at the cityscape that stretched before him. He was deep in thought, replaying the game plan for the night ahead in his mind. It was the night of the congratulatory party for the British Museum tour guides at the local pub in celebration of the successful Ennead exhibit opening. Steven Grant’s fellow tour guides, Aleah, and Mira, were gathering there, and Marc couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

Beside him and reflected in the nearby dress mirror, Steven Grant was going through his own preparations inside their shared headspace. After surrendering control to his British alter, Steven finally stepped forward and stood before the full-length mirror in their shared bedroom. A look of concentration was displayed on his face as he deliberated over his outfit for the evening. The two men shared a unique existence within the same body, and tonight, they had to ensure their charade remained intact. It was a delicate dance, a masquerade of identity.

"Remember, Steven," Marc said, his voice echoing within their shared headspace. "We've got to stick to the plan tonight. Recap everything to me, from the top”

“Our aunt’s sick for tonight”, Steven started, opening his closet to go through their newer wardrobe.

“Correct. And?” Marc urged, prompting Steven to recite the next set of alibi they came up with.

“I will be going early to tend to her in your stead”, Steven nodded, his brow furrowing as he further contemplated his clothing choices.

“That’s right. And after that?” Marc gestured once more as his hands circled, urging Steven to go on.

“You will be coming after I leave. To keep her company”, Steven finishes, his mind settling on a checkered navy blue blue collared dress shirt, which he paired with a chocolate brown sweater and gray chino pants.

“Very good, Steven”, Marc nodded approvingly of Steven’s commitment to their ‘twin brothers’ charade. “Let’s get going"

Steven nodded, finally placing Marc's own clothing—a gray hoodie, denim jacket, and blue jeans—neatly arranged and placed in his backpack for the switch later in the evening.

With their preparations complete, they left their flat and made their way to the local pub located within the vicinity of London's bustling streets. The pub, known as Philomena's, was a popular spot among the museum staff. It was an inviting place, with dim lighting, wooden interiors, and the comforting hum of conversation filling the air.

As Steven entered the pub, he was greeted by the warm smiles of his fellow tour guides who were patiently waiting inside. Aleah, with her ebony black hair cascading down her shoulders, was the first to spot him. She waved him over and said, "Steven, you're looking sharp tonight."

Steven smiled politely and replied, "Thanks, Aleah. Where’s Mira?”

“She just went to the loo to touch up”, Aleah nodded in understanding and gestured towards the others. "We've been waiting for you, everyone's excited to celebrate."

Just as Steven was about to engage in further conversation, Aleah exclaimed, "Speak of the devil, Mira, we’re over here!" She waved happily at the direction of the restroom doors, and everyone turned their attention to the recent newcomer.

You finally made your presence known as you entered the pub, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. All eyes were on you as you made your entrance. The latest change in your wardrobe choices has not gone unnoticed. You had opted for a one-shoulder black tank top that showcased your graceful neckline, white pull-on trousers that accentuated your long legs, and black leather sandals that gave a hint of sophistication. Your hair was tied in a high ponytail, emphasizing the elegant beauty of your facade even more.

Steven and Marc couldn't help but be awestruck by your presence along with the rest of your company. You were a vision of confidence and allure, and your transformation left everyone momentarily speechless.

"Wow, Mira!" Aleah breathed out, breaking the silence. "You look very stunning."

"Thanks, Aleah”, a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks as you approached the group. “You look lovely tonight as well."

The compliments continued to flow from the rest of your companions, and you gracefully accepted them, your smile never faltering. Steven marveled at how effortlessly you moved through the attention, and it occurred to him that you were the perfect foil for their charade.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Mira”, Steven couldn’t help but say, eliciting a sweet chuckle from your end.

“You look so dashing yourself, Steven”, Mira smiled knowingly, her eyes searching at the back of Steven’s figure, expecting to see his twin brother. “Where’s Marc?”

With everyone now present, Steven felt the need to address their situation. He leaned in closer to you and spoke in a hushed tone, "That’s actually the thing, Mira. I’m afraid I need to leave a bit early tonight. Got to tend to our sick aunt at home."

You looked concerned, your brow furrowing slightly. "Oh, I hope she's okay. Of course, go take care of her. I’m assuming Marc will be keeping me company later, yes?"

“That’s right. He looks forward to making it up to you”, Steven nodded appreciatively, while Marc heartily agrees within their shared thoughts. "Thanks for understanding. Let's not spoil the celebration, shall we?"

“Yes, we shall”, you smiled warmly, and with that, the mood lightened as you gestured to the bartender next. The group settled around a large table, and you took the initiative to order the first round of ale and beer as your welcome treat to everyone.

As the night progressed, laughter and lively chatter filled the air. Tales of the morning's successful tours were exchanged, and the atmosphere brimmed with a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie. Everyone was especially cheering for Steven and Sarah, the career shifters of the museum tour guide bunch who had taken a risk and been rewarded handsomely for it.

“To Steven, Sarah and all of you”, you raise your glass to toast your tour guides’ successes, and everybody else follows suit. The clinking of glasses, the merriment, and the shared stories created a tapestry of celebration that enveloped them all. Despite the complexity of their shared existence and the need for secrecy, Marc and Steven found solace in this moment of unity and joy together with you.

As the night wore on, the pub echoed with the harmony of shared laughter and the promise of good times to come. In this ephemeral moment, the boundaries of their individual selves blurred, and they were simply a group of people, sharing a drink, celebrating their achievements, and cherishing the bonds of friendship that held them together.

As the hours passed and the clock struck an hour before midnight, the numbers of tourists and locals alike in the pub began to dwindle. Your tour guide co-workers wished you and your fellow colleagues good night to embark on their respective weekends. Steven had also wished you a good night, promising that his twin brother will soon be here to join you and Aleah.

The evening had cast its gentle, amber glow over the city of London as Steven Grant made his exit from Philomena’s, venturing forth into the bustling streets. The cool breeze carried with it the whispers of autumn, a gentle reminder that change was inevitable, even for a man as enigmatic as him.

“Good luck, mate”, Steven whispered to himself, wishing his American alter the best of luck as he finally surrendered control of their body to Marc Spector. It was a seamless transition - one that they are both used to by now.

After his British counterpart’s quick escape from the pub, Marc made his way to the nearby hotel where he would change his own clothes for the night. With each step that he took, the anticipation gnawed at him, coiling tightly around his heart. He knew what awaited him, who awaited him, and the realization sent shivers down his spine.

In the lobby, he swiftly changed out of Steven’s attire that he had worn for tonight and into his own casual clothes - a simple grey hoodie, denim jacket and blue jeans. His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his collar, trying to regain some semblance of composure. The weight of anticipation bore down on him, a sinking feeling that threatened to pull him under. Marc had no choice but to face this moment head-on, to confront the woman who had captured his heart.

As he made his way back towards the pub, his own nerves threatened to betray him. Marc knew that he couldn't afford to appear anxious or uncertain. He needed to be the Marc Spector that Mira Batala-Carter remembered, the confident and charismatic man who had once been her close confidant back on their last meeting.

You watched as the last stragglers bid their farewells inside the pub, currently seated on a bar stool at the front of the house. Your secretary, Aleah Santos, was the last of your evening company to be leaving you soon in solitude. The warm glow of the pub's lights illuminated her face, casting soft shadows across her features. She had been with you for years, a loyal companion who had become like family.

"Are you sure you'll be okay getting home on your own, Mira?" Aleah asked, her concern evident in her voice. "I could have Bill pick you up and drop you off."

"I'll be fine, Aleah”, you smiled at her reassuringly, appreciating her concern. “You don't need to trouble Bill, it’s the weekend for God’s sake. Besides, I need some time to myself tonight."

“Just be careful, okay?” Aleah hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on you as she leaned closer, making sure that only you could hear her next words. "Tonight's the new moon, and as Mayari’s avatar, you will have an especially weak physiology at this time."

“I know that, so stop fussing, okay?” you nodded, understanding the implications of tonight’s moon phase. London could be a different city on nights like these, with shadows and mysteries lurking in every corner. "I'll be cautious, I promise. And if I couldn’t afford to drive home, I’ll stay at the local hotel"

“Sure, you big spender, you”, Aleah chuckled despite her worries, pulling you into a brief embrace. With a final nod and a reluctant smile, she gave in to your wishes. "Alright, then. Take care, Mira. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call."

“Happy weekend, Aleah”, you thanked her, and as she made her way towards the exit, you watched her disappear into the London night. Alone once more, you signaled the bartender for another round of beers, wanting to savor the solitude that allowed you to collect your thoughts.

As you took a sip of your dwindling beer, a sudden interruption startled you. Another hand reached out, snatching the glass away from your grasp. You turned, surprise and a hint of annoyance starting to paint your face, only for that expression to melt away as you locked eyes with the intruder. A familiar American man stood before you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Y'know, it's not safe to be drinkin' all alone, darling", he chided with a deep, suave Chicago accent that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. “Always gotta have company”

A wide grin spread across your face, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. Marc Spector had returned, and you couldn't contain your joy. Without hesitation, you rose from your seat and pulled him into a bone-crushing, tight hug that left him utterly surprised.

"Marc!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with genuine delight. "I can't believe you're here!"

Marc chuckled softly, returning the embrace, the warmth of your body pressing against his. "Surprised, are ya?"

“Are you kidding?”, you shoved, elbowing his torso as you playfully scowled at his direction. “You still fucking owe me coffee that you’ve promised ages ago”

“Sure, sure. My bad!”, Marc doubled over at your light punch to his gut. But he couldn’t help but grin as he saw an identical one growing larger on your facade. “Lemme make it up to you, alright, baby?. How about the next round of beer, on me?”

“Suit yourself, Spector”, you chuckled, blatantly ignoring the endearment that slipped out of Marc’s mouth, feigning ignorance as you started ordering another round of ale and beers. You both settled back into your seats, and Marc couldn't help but smile serenely as he looked more closely at you. It had been far too long since he had allowed himself the pleasure of your company, and now, under the gentle embrace of the London night, he was determined to make the most of it.

The pub's atmosphere seemed to shift as the two of you caught up, the days apart melting away with each shared story and reminiscence. The laughter flowed freely, punctuated by moments of quiet reflection. It was as though time had stopped, and the world outside the pub ceased to exist. For a brief moment, Marc Spector felt like he was home.

"I’m glad to see you again, Mira," Marc began, his voice laced with a touch of nostalgia, "I've missed this. I’ve really missed you."

“I’ve missed you too, Marc”, you smiled, a mixture of emotions swirling in your eyes. "It's been too long since we last saw each other, you know. I actually thought you were actively avoiding me or something."

“Touche, you’ve been avoiding her indeed”, Steven couldn’t help but snicker at your comeback from the reflective service of the bar table, prompting Marc to lightly shake his head at his mental twin brother’s quips. “Like a plague, I might add”

“I never meant to do that”, Marc sighed, tentatively placing his palm over yours as he held your right hand, his thumb slowly circling the inside of your soft hands on full display as he meant to soothe your stormy thoughts. “It’s just… I couldn’t really find the time back then, no matter how I tried and how bad I wanted to see you. But I’m here now, right?”

“Yeah, you’re here”, Mira smiled serenely. “I mean, it’s alright if you were really avoiding me before. I know you just came from a divorce, I… I know how hard it is to form a relationship again after so much that has happened to your life.”

Both he and Steven from their shared headspace were silent as they collectively allowed you to voice out your inner thoughts. Allowing you to let them know and vocalize how you truly feel.

“I know how that feels more than anything, Marc”, you continued, mimicking Marc’s earlier actions as your soft fingers traced the inside of his palms, eliciting a soft, almost inaudible sigh of relief and longing to escape his lips. “So you don’t have to explain yourself, okay?”

“Thank you, Mira”, Marc said, the sincerity in his words palpable as his grip tightened on your joined hands, your half-full beer glasses completely forgotten as he got lost in your hazel brown eyes. “You don’t know how much your words mean to me”

His next action surprised you as he brought your joined hands to his lips, gently kissing the back of your hand as he looked deeply at you, breathing out his next words softly on your skin.

“With you, Mira”, Marc whispered, never letting go of your soft hand. “I’m willing to try again. No matter how long it might take me”

Steven Grant’s face suddenly popped in the forefront of your mind, prompting your gaze at Marc’s to briefly falter. You remembered all too well how your heart thundered beneath your chest at the intimate moment you shared with his twin brother earlier that day in the quiet confines of the staff room. Your recent recollections briefly lingered to your late husband’s as well, your heart still mourning Darius Carter’s death even though quite a substantial amount of years have already passed.

But instead of hesitation and doubt populating your entire being, a strange sense of calm and quiet realization hit you in slow waves. He wouldn’t want you to wallow yourself in grief and sorrow forever.

He would’ve wanted you to be able to find happiness.

“I know it’s too fast, I just got divorced, for Christ’s sake”, Marc’s voice briefly pulled you out of your reverie, him mistaking your silence as a refusal as he internally started to panic (to which Steven tried his utmost best to calm him down). “But I can’t really help how I feel. I… shit, I’m usually better than this–”

“Calm down, Marc. I swear, you and Steven are more alike than I thought”, you shook your head lightly as soft laughter escaped your lips. “Believe it or not, you and Steven are very important to me.”

“You’re important to me too, Mira”, Marc nodded, kissing the back of your hand once again as the rest of the evening finally wore on. The pub’s patrons slowly dwindled even further, but the conversations between you and Marc grew more intimate, the shared history between you two a tapestry of emotions and experiences. It was as though you were picking up right where you had left off, despite the short amount of time that had actually passed.

As the clock neared midnight, the city of London outside the pub seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the arrival of the new moon. But inside, in the warm embrace of the pub, you and Marc found solace in each other's company, a reunion that felt like destiny had intervened to bring you together once more.

END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

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muffinsin · 4 months

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Hey, went to the mall got some shopping done. Passed by Spencer’s and Hot Topic and it made me think of alternate fashions and then grunge and then garage bands. Which eventually made me think of dani, whom I can’t not think of at least once a day. So here’s my idea:

Cassandra has her own garage band with 3 friends, one of them is s/o (you can choose instrument or if they sing). Band practice always happens at the dimi’s home and Dani likes to watch/listen in on their practice. Over time dani becomes enamored with s/o and they’ve also noticed dani for awhile. However, similar to my last request, this s/o is hesitant to try anything with Dani because of that whole “dating any siblings of your best friend are off limits” rule. Dani realizes this creates a standstill which results in her taking matters into her own hands by finding a way to get s/o alone without cass finding out.

My personal headcanon: Dani will literally become a chess master strategist just so she can smash💃

Not being able to stop thinking of Dani is so relatable lol! The Daniela brain rot is real XD

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Daniela hums along as she hears the familiar tune of her sister’s band in the distance. She closes her eyes, humming and listening to the sounds of drums and beats, e-guitar’s and her sister’s voice.

While Cassandra sings, Daniela isn’t too bad herself. But singing isn’t what’s caught her interest.

She blushes as she hears the sounds of drums and thinks of you. She’s finding herself thinking of you a lot lately, but she just can’t help it!

You’re always so sweet to her, so polite and lovely. You even opt for bringing her small treats whenever you come over for practice! How could she not fall in love?

And then there you are, near her (well, not quite her so much as her older sister, but Daniela doesn’t mind that) so often. Surely you must feel the same? The little more than slightly delusional woman is sure of it.

She bites her lip as she listens to your solo, thinking of your arms and the muscles in them flexing as you bring the sticks down on the drum set. You’re so good!

The redhead wants to spend all her time with you! She wants to snatch you from the garage and bring you to her room, keep you there and lay on top of you as she kisses you, straddling you and feeling your fingers inside her overly needy core.

Yes, she’s so needy for you.

She loves the moments of privacy whenever she gets them with you, albeit those are rare.

Daniela hates how her sister scolds her every time she tries to snatch you from her. Cassandra has no reason being such an entitled brat! She can surely share you! Daniela considered going to her mother for this a few times, even. Surely Cassandra couldn’t expect her to do nothing at all!

Alas, Daniela started dropping subtle hints.

As if the very adamant and pink blush on her cheeks wasn’t enough.

She’s getting bolder and touchier with you, sliding her fingertips alongside your arms every time her sister does as much as turn. Daniela giggles every time when it makes you blush and look around nervously, and withdraws her hands in time for Cassandra to turn around and only spot her younger sister’s infamous innocent eyes looking up at her.

Daniela feels particularly needy when summer comes around and with that; you come around more.

And not just this, but the warm temperatures have everyone make adjustments.

Instead of sweaters and jackets and hoodies (which she might or might have not stolen and hidden in her closet when you weren’t looking), you sport tight shirts and even tops.

It makes her swoon, though inspires her.

Daniela grins at her own plan- it’s foolproof! She just loves to see you.

She adjusts her tight black tank top, her breasts nearly spilling by how tightly they’re pushed together and peeking out. Her hands grip the tray with lemonade glasses on top tightly as she makes her way to the garage with a sway of her hips.

She grins when she catches your eye, smiling innocently. She subtly moves the trail, and smirks when she notices your eyes dropping just as she had expected them to.

A pink blush makes way to her cheeks when it causes you to miss your cue and blindly hit in front of you, the tune off and loud.

Daniela intervenes when she hears Cassandra’s groan, the sweet redhead eager to protect you from her sister’s wrath. “Lemonade break anyone?”, she offers sweetly, and lifts the tray playfully.

A smile spreads on your lips. She bites her lip playfully when you grab a glass, eyes watching hungrily as you gulp it down. When you set it back down, your eyes once again find her cleavage. “Are you thirsty? I am”, she whispers with a small, playful pout on her lips.

She grins when she realises Cassandra’s back is turned on her and you while she fiddles with the microphone.

The redhead leans up to you, dark painted lips brushing against your ear as she whispers. “I’m so thirsty, will you help me?”, she whispers seductively.

You understand her words, and their meaning. Your eyes drop to hers, then back down to her cleavage.

You desperately try not to look, not to ogle your friend’s little sister. But it’s a losing battle, you know this. Daniela has always been somewhat irresistible to you.

Her sweet smile and innocent eyes, her playful and touchy demeanour and travelling hands. You feel lightheaded whenever she feels you up, hands and fingertips exploring and touching the dips between your arm’s muscles.

If only she wasn’t your friend’s sister and Cassandra’s friendship was dear to you, you would pluck this sweet, honey coated apple from its forbidden tree.

Daniela watches you turn, paranoid her sister will catch you this close to her. She bumps the tray against you, recapturing your attention.

When you lift the last glass, she watches you hungrily. You press it to your lips and take a sip- Daniela sees your tongue sliding across your lips beforehand. They’re dry and she smirks for a moment, knowing she is the cause.

She too glances at her older sister for a moment when the half drunk glass is removed from your lips and offered to her.

Daniela sets her lips against it eagerly, beautiful eyes looking up at you. They shine in the summer sun’s light.

One more turn to assure yourself nobody is watching, before you boldly reach out. You don’t know what’s come over you. You hold the back of her head, allowing her to tip it back as you lift the glass and help her gulp down the sweet lemonade.

Your hands withdraw just as fast, much to Daniela’s dismay. She pouts, a drip of lemonade running down her chin. She blushes when you catch it with your thumb and lick it off. Her eyes are set on you, and you feel like a deer caught in headlights. You know Daniela is off limits, and yet the vixen presents herself to you beautifully. As if she was right there and begging you to take her.

She’s grinning when she feels your hand on her hip, but is quick to frown when Cassandra turns to the two of you and your hand slips off her waist quickly. Your face is red, as if caught in the act. Daniela thinks it looks adorable.

“Seriously! Nothing left?”, Cassandra groans, then raises an eyebrow at the pair. She finds Daniela’s eyes, then frowns at her choice of clothing. Seriously?

“I can make more!”, Daniela chirps in, eager for another shot at flustering and seducing you. She wishes she could just drag you to her room already!

Instead, the brunette sister declines, and instead of you making her writhe and moan in bed, she is left groaning and whining when Cassandra scolds her and fixes her top to sit properly again.

The next time she finds herself staring at you, it’s when you stay over. A storm rings outside and shakes the trees, heavy raindrops fall from the sky. Cassandra and you had agreed you’d stay over for the night, hoping for clear skies tomorrow morning.

It was the ideal opportunity for the lovesick redhead!

She keeps stealing glances at you at dinner, and in return notices yours. She once again finds herself in a tank top, dark red with no bra under. She can practically feel you stare at her, her nipples poking through the thin fabric.

She quickly occupies the seat next to you at dinner, her heart beating fast. She barely gets the chance to be this close to you, even with company.

Cassandra sits on your other side, so far oblivious, but suspecting of her younger sister’s thoughts.

You gulp when you notice Daniela right next to you, tempting you. Your hand tingles for a moment as you fight the urge to set your hand on her thigh. When Cassandra sits down next to you and starts talking of next week’s band practice, it helps only slightly.

Daniela is all on your mind, her smell filling your senses. Even in this moment, she’s close enough for you to smell the sweet rose perfume she must have applied. You remember gifting it to her a little while ago, when you saw it in a shop and immediately thought of her.

Looking back, you’re thankful Cassandra didn’t mind this, a gift for her younger sister certainly seems odd.

But you can’t help but want to spoil Daniela. She’s soft and beautiful, sweet and fun. You want to shower her in not only gifts, but affection, and can tell she so dearly craves it from you. It’s adorable.

Yet you are aware of the unspoken rules of friendship. Wooing your best friend’s younger sister certainly violates such rules. Additional to this, you know Daniela is the baby of the family. While clearly no longer a literal baby, as the youngest she enjoys certain aspects. You know not only her sisters, which includes your best friend- you remind yourself, but also Alcina is highly protective of the young woman.

You know it would be best to stay away. The right thing, the only acceptable thing. Cassandra has been your friend for years. She’s also your teammate in the band, and lead singer. But Daniela…

You almost sigh, so lost in thoughts.

Black painted fingernails snap in front of your face and bring you out of your trances. You assure Cassandra you had been listening, but by the glance she gives you, she doesn’t believe it. Nonetheless she keeps talking.

You tense and barely hold back from jumping in when you feel a cold, petite hand on your thigh.

Daniela smiles upon feeling your soft skin through the thin leggings. She herself opted for black leggings that she knows hug her frame perfectly. She also knows you’ve noticed this the moment she entered the dining room.

She feels you tense for a moment, then relax. Your thigh is warm. She blushes upon realising where this warmth is coming from and giggles quietly to herself.

She plays a little more, a normal facade on her face as she eats, her hand squeezing your thigh occasionally. You tense each time, your hand gripping the chair tightly. You want nothing more but to touch her, and she is practically begging you to.

It would be a long dinner.

At last dinner too comes to and end, and after a long evening of teasing glances from you and Daniela, longing looks and bitten lips, it is time to retreat to your rooms.

Of course, Daniela offered up her own room, and pouted when this was shot down quickly by Cassandra, who claimed you’d stay in hers instead.

And yet, you feel the beautiful, auburn haired vixen calling to you as you attempt to sleep. Daniela is, as she is nearly every day for quite a long while, all that occupies your mind.

She startles when her door is pushed open, the book in her hand early falling from her. She smirks when she sees you in her doorway, and giggles when you quickly close the door behind you.

You jump, feeling her against you so suddenly. She moved so fast from the bed, its as if she teleported. You feel her hands on you, pushing you against the door.

“Can I help you, my sweet?”, she asks innocently. She gasps when you swirl her around and she is the one pushed up against her closed bedroom door instead.

“You know exactly what you’ve been doing to me”, you whisper. She shivers when your hands touch more as you get bolder. She’s in nothing but a light, pink and nearly transparent nightdress, with pink panties and a pink bra underneath. The colour matches the one of the blush occupying her cheeks.

“I need you”

The raw desire in your words makes her feel lightheaded. “I need you too”, she admits, her hands holding into your shoulders, before they slide to your strong arms yet again. She loves the muscles that have built there from playing the drum set and you know it all too well.

“Please”, she begs breathlessly, her pink, soft lips parted in a silent plea. Your thigh pushes between hers and she doesn’t hesitate to grind down on it, hips thrusting forwards.

“A-Ah..!”, she gasps when your hands cup her breasts through her thin robe. She feels you so close. Light pink painted nails dig into your arms. She’s on her tiptoes, and occasionally sinks down on your thigh to grind on it.

“You’ve been teasing me all day”, your whispered words make her head spin. She’s been fantasising about this for so long. “Not just today”, you add, moving one of your hands to cup her warm cheek. She looks up at you, begging for more.

You’re eager to give her the world and more.

“You’ve been teasing me since I’ve first seen you, your alluring presence all that is on my mind, each day”, you admit.

She’s panting for you, and it feels like you’re granted a piece of heaven. You feel her warmth and wetness against your leg.

“Please, my love”, she begs again. She feels so close, so sensitive and needy for you. Her back arches and she slaps a hand over her lips to muffle her moans. She wouldn’t want to have to explain to Cassandra what’s going on.

Your hands grope eagerly, but you don’t want her to cum just yet. You don’t know how many orgasms she can take before stopping, and you want to drag this out. You’ve been waiting too long for the sweet little redhead.

Daniela whimpers when your thigh is removed just when her legs have started trembling.

She watches with heavy eyes as you undo her robe and pull it apart, revealing soft, flushed skin, and a heaving chest.

“Beautiful”, you praise. She whimpers from it, growing even wetter than she already is. She feels your fingertips brush past her nipples and to her soft stomach. “Exquisite”, you add. She blushes softly.

“To think I have been depriving myself of this bliss”, you gasp. She’s beautiful for you, arching her back off the door.

Daniela opens her eyes when she feels your fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. Your eyes meet hers, looking for consent, and she gives it eagerly.

You waste no time pulling down the garment and lick your lips at the sight and smell of her. She’s so soaked, a line of arousal connects her to the panties, and her clean shaven cunt looks soft and tasty for you.

She bites her lip, watching as you swipe at the line of arousal with the tip of your finger, and blushes when you stick it in your mouth, moaning and humming. She tastes divine, and you’re thinking you’re due for dessert.

Daniela’s knee lifts, her smooth leg over your shoulder when you lean forward and drag your tongue over her clit. She moans, quick and breathless. You look up to ensure her hand is still over her mouth- it is. She’s trembling slightly, and feels warmth in her chest when you grip her hips to steady her.

“Good girl, that’s it, princess”, you praise, nodding to her hand over her mouth. She gasps at the petname. “We wouldn’t want someone to hear what I’m about to do to you now, would we?”, you coo. Her head is thrown back against the door when you lean forwards, tugging her hip until her leg is fully over your shoulder and she’s angled perfectly for you to access her soaked cunt.

She feels your tongue tease her slit, and moans and mewls when you finally take pity on her and push it inside. Her taste and smell drive you crazy.

Your nose brushes up against her clit with every stroke into her. She squirms, moaning and begging, her words and pleas muffled.

You’re eager to make the beauty cum, and she can tell. Her legs shake fast, her clit sore and sensitive from grinding on your thigh, now brushed against as your tongue explores her insides.

“Please, please I-A-AH! Please, my darling!”, she begs. You can’t deny your sweet beauty any longer.

Instead you double your efforts, hands touching and groping what you know is yours. Her thigh is so soft against your face, you make a mental note to bite it when you can.

Daniela cums in no time, shaking and shivering, yet keeping surprisingly quiet for you. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her legs shake when you move back from between them. You brush your tongue across her clit playfully, snickering when the woman squeals and her hips buck forth.

She allows you to drag her to her bed, face red as she is easily pushed down. “Stay, pretty girl”, you command gently when you see her attempt to reach you. She considers this a moment, then lets herself fall back on the bed, leaning up and supporting herself by her elbows behind her.

Greedy, wide eyed watch as you undress too. She’s waited so long for this. With your clothing off and tossed to the floor, you mount her again. Eager hands touch your curves and skin.

“Spread your legs, princess”

The flushed woman does so eagerly.

With slight confusion she watches you mount her properly, grabbing her thigh to guide yourself. A stunned gasp leaves her mouth when she feels your clit rub against her own, sensitive and teased one.

“You feel so good”, you groan among moans and gasps. Her breasts bounce as your hips thrust against hers. She grinds against you eagerly, moaning upon feeling your arousal smear all over her soaked cunt. It makes grinding that much easier.

“I’ll have to bring you another gift next time”, you gasp. She looks up at you, eyes lidded yet curious. “You’d look simply adorable with a dildo between your smooth legs”

She blushes. She wants to show you her collection, hidden in her drawer. What will you use on her? She moans filthily at the possibilities and giggles at your silly thought: you truly believe she doesn’t own a toy? Daniela isn’t as innocent as she looks, as you will find out in no time.

“G-Good..!”, she moans breathily, her hips shaking, her legs trembling. She shivers as she gropes her own breasts for you, pushing them up and toying with her nipples.

The sight is erotic, and makes you grind your hips against hers faster. You’re close, so close. She feels your chest, groping and dragging her nails against you.

“Please, my lo-A-AH! Please!”, she moans. Daniela’s lips taste of cherry and dinner when you kiss her. She moans and hums into your mouth, smiling happily against your lips. She tastes herself on your tongue.

“Mghmmmm yes!”, she groans, her head thrown back and eyes closed. She whimpers when you cup her warm cheek lovingly. “Will you cum for me, my beautiful Daniela?”

How could she possibly deny such a sweet request?

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #dianabetic6

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ventismacchiato · 1 year

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i had to dump this modern au scara idea somewhere and i feel like you might enjoy it

it’s december 3rd and you’re hanging out with scaramouche (just as “friends”), walking along the footpath/side pavement in an outdoor city-like setting.

it’s cold, it’s windy, it’s miserable. just an overcast and wet type of day.

you look towards at him, sniggering over something he mentioned about one of your mutual friends childe, mindlessly walking beside him.

you halt, feeling something wet on your face.

“why’d you stop?” scaramouche turned around, eyes narrowing in annoyance.

“is it raining?” you brought a hand to your cheek, wiping away the raindrop with your thumb.

scaramouche stepped towards you, “don’t be such a wimp, it’s just water.” he drags pulls your wrist down to begin leading you after him. “plus, wiping it off like that makes it look like you’re crying.”

safe to say you weren’t just being a wimp, as the rain only got heavier and heavier. you groan while the water seeps through your hoodie, leaving you without a single warm bone in your body.

scaramouche ran a hand through his (now) damp hair, “we should probably go find cover..” his eyes darting to across the road, the sidewalk there being completely covered.

“wow,” you laugh sarcastically, ignoring the cold water beginning to run down your back. “i would never have thought of that.”

he just rolls his eyes in response, trudging towards the crossing. you follow along, not wanting to be left behind.

the crossing man had been red for ages, was it seriously going to take even longer?? and just as if the lights had read your thoughts, the little man turned green, indicating for you to cross.

you and scaramouche had made it to the other side with almost no problems. what luck.

you crouched down on the edge of the sidewalk, preserving what minimal warmth you did have left, and relishing in your now dry environment.

scaramouche looked down at you strangely, not saying anything, just observing. exactly as you were about to get back up, a car drives past you, splashing up all the water in the gutter and absolutely soaking you. what luck.

your eyes widened in shock at what had happened, and changed just as quickly into horror when you remembered scaramouche was with you. you were never going to live this down.

speak of the devil, he burst out into hysterics. barely giving himself any room to breath. you just grumbled while standing back up and brushing your sopping hair back out of your face.

to keep your sanity, you avoided looking at him as he calmed down. “can we go now?” you mumbled.

still unable to form words, scaramouche just nodded while you both walked back to his car.

after opening his passenger car door, you sighed. looking at his leather car seat, and then sadly back at your dripping hoodie.

“kuni, can you pass me my extra jacket? i think it’s in the back seat.” you gave him your best puppy eyes, watching him roll his eyes from the drivers seat.

you look away, observing the underground parking lot, expecting him to pass you your jacket.

“here.” he says as you reach out to grab the jacket from him, still not looking in his direction.

the jacket felt warm, did scaramouche have his car heater on while you were out? you weren’t sure. but once you saw the jacket, what you were sure of, is that it wasn’t yours. nor was it a jacket.

“is this your sweater?” you question the man who was now smirking up at you. looking at him, however, you already knew the answer. he was no longer wearing his sweater, but only a black tank top.

“yes,” he answered, keeping eye contact with you while still smirking. “aren’t you going to put it on?”

wanting to get out of his gaze, you tore your drenched hoodie off and put his sweater on, quickly jumping in the car as to not hold him up any longer.

turning your head, you looked at the backseat. low and behold, your jacket’s sitting right there. after checking your phone, december 3rd, you gazed out the window, watching the city lights blur into the sunset.

“you’re being less annoying than usual.” scaramouche stated, eyeing you from the side. “zandik text you something ominous again?”

“oh no,” you laugh at the idea. “nothing of that sort..” you trail off.

“i’m just wondering…” you continue.

“hm?”

“do you know what date it is today?”

you looked over at scaramouche as he just gave you a smug look before focusing back on the road again.

“yes i do,” he replied. “any particular reason why you’re asking?”

the audacity of this man…

“oh? i didn’t realise you were into me like that.” you teased.

“and what if i am?” he questioned nonchalantly. but you didn’t miss the pink that dusted his cheeks as his walls crumbled.

“then that means this was date.” you spoke, voice dripping with cockiness.

“yeah,” scaramouche’s face heats up more, cheeks darkening further in colour. “it was.”

THATS RLLY LONG IM SO SORRY- excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes and the bad writing in general- this was super rushed (like it literally took 20 minutes) andi fr just needed to dump that somewhere 😭

-📮

SCREECHES I STILL REMEMBER THE THIRD OF DECEMBER, ME IN YOUR SWEATER

YOU SAID IT LOOKED BETTER ON ME THEN IT DID THEM 👹👹👹👹👺👺👺😈😈

this was so good btw ty for sending it to me getting drenched by a car is EMBARRASSING you’d never hear from me again and scara giving us his sweater despite our jacket being there CUS ITS DECEMBER 3RD SOBBINGGG

#kai mail 💌#📮 anon #scaramouche drabble

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annonniiiiieeeee · 1 year

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I have just thought of this- now that the tenshu gang is in NY what would be their dressing styles? Idk I felt like now that there's malls and stuff maybe they dress diff (and also because they were just from Japan so they kinda gotta dress like how other people I'm guessing, or because they see new clothing Maybe they wanna wear that then what they wore in japan) and maybe how they express themselves .-.

I think they will get a style update. They still wear their old styles as they are the clothes they grew up in and the style is comfortable. But I do believe they get a wardrobe update.

Kitsune

Kitsune’s look is the closest to her Usagi Chronicles counterpart. She has the long red hair ponytail. She wears a long sleeve teal shirt and teal leggings. She has a lighted green kimono on top. It used to be her dance outfit but has been refashioned for everyday wear. This is why it has the golden leaves embroidered on it. I picture it to be a little more flowy then in the show.

When she comes to New York I think she will embrace the style change the most. I have two outfits right now for her. Teal leggings with a baggy light green or teal sweater. A pair of jean overalls shorts on top of it. A more modern and comfy look of what she has now.

The second would be a flowy light green dress. Pair with leggings underneath for movement and maybe a jacket. I’m still thinking about this one.

Gen

Gen doesn’t really care for fashion. His current outfit is more inline with the comics then the show. I think he would be a sweatpants, tank top, and over shirt kind of dude. The over shirt would be his purple haori.

He’s very laid back. If y’all got some ideas for him let me know.

Usagi

Usagi is the one that would hold on to tradition the most I think. He likes his traditional clothing. I think if he does update his look it would still have a samurai feel to it. Pants with pockets for sure. Much like Gen his haori would survive the update. (Leo loves when Usagi gives him his haori to wear and Usagi defiantly barrows Leo’s hoodies)

But I don’t know. I’ll open it up for you guys to play with.

They probably have some casually clothes to go out it. And formal wear when needed. (Magic town house like events)

#a world of samurais and ninjas #asks #leosagi #awosan miyamoto usagi #awosan kitsune #awosan gen

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artblockastor · 3 months

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[ID: multiple digital, colored drawings of the same, pale girl with various hair colors and outfits, all of them including a white surgical mask pulled over her mouth and nose. The first drawing is of the girl, named Buffy, with black, curly hair, dyed a dark green at the ends. She’s wearing a black sweatshirt tucked into a long, flowy black skirt with a studded belt, two chains clipped to the belt, and she has a pair of black boots on. She’s accessorized with a black choker, which displays a vintage cameo charm. The second drawing is of the same girl with dark, blood red hair, the same boots and skirt from the first drawing, a t-shirt with two people kissing on it and the words “Yayx3 Rvnge” (meant to be a parody of the album cover of My Chemical Romance’s album “Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge”), with a long, red and black striped cardigan overtop. The third drawing is of Buffy with black rooted hair that’s been dyed dark red for the most part, with blue streaks at the ends, all tied up in a half-up half-down hairstyle. She’s wearing a grey-blue turtleneck sweater with sleeves that almost cover her hands, and a darker grey-blue velvet dress (with a skirt ending at her knees) overtop, along with black tights and black boots. The fourth image is of Buffy with her hair the same colors as last time, but this time in a ponytail. She’s wearing a dark red t-shirt with a grey tank top over it, and an unzipped, sleeveless, black hoodie over that. She also has a black pleated skirt (ending above her knees), black fishnet stockings, black and dark red-striped knee-high socks, and black high-top converse. She’s accessorized with black and red striped elbow-length fingerless gloves, a few leather cord necklaces and bracelets, some red, black, and white wooden beaded bracelets, and a belt with two chains clipped onto it. The fifth image is of Buffy with black and silver-streaked hair, tucked into a navy blue beanie hat, with just the bangs and some strands sitting out in the front. She’s wearing a light grey t-shirt that has some black stick figures on it (one of whom seems to have an American flag draped over their shoulders), and the text “USA: pretty, crazy” (meant to be a parody of the cover of Fall Out Boy’s album “American Beauty, American Psycho”), which she wears with a light blue plaid jacket, black jeans, black converse high tops, and a studded belt with two chains clipped on. End ID]

Hello, y’all!

I’ve had this one character for about four years now, and just like me, she’s dressed like Adam Sandler since her creation. Unfortunately, out of my cast of characters, this one is far from the only poor sweet creation of mine subjected to my tragic lack of style. So, I figured it was about time I at least attempt to fix that.

I figured I should start off this series(??) of Character Closet Makeovers with some rather casual outfits for my dear child Buffy Whinsnap.

Most of these outfits are meant to be relatively comfortable, warm (with the option to be less so), and easy enough to maneuver in while still looking cute and being something Buffy would enjoy. She takes a liking to many different clothing styles, but seems to like outfits from alternative-inspired styles, like goth, scene, and cottage/forestcore. Here we mostly see outfits inspired by gothic and scene-esq ideas, but Buffy likes to keep her number of clothing pieces relatively low, and also loves being able to show off the band tees and trinkets she’s collected. I hope to add more forest/cottagecore outfits in the more formal addition to her closet makeover.

I like adding little tags describing or giving insight on some objects/clothing pieces! Apologies if my handwriting is illegible :’)

I know this outfit isn’t technically true or traditional goth, but it’s as best as Buffy can really do right now with her income and allergy to plastics. Most of her clothes are cotton or some other natural fiber. The only time she can really afford to wear any sort of plastic is if it’s not going to touch her skin. Because of her having allergic reactions to coming into contact with plastic, she often wears long sleeves and sometimes even gloves in crowded public areas to avoid being hurt. Also yeah I was thinking of Winona Ryder in Beetlejuice whilst drawing this what of it sue me I can’t help the fact that she’s pretty and iconic and that I’m definitely attracted to women admit it you think she’s pretty too

Buffy loves her Our Chemistry’s Affair “Yayx3 Revenge” shirt almost as much as she loves not having to look people in the eye by just ✨having her hair cover her eyes✨ My girl’s like five feet tall, the only ones capable of looking her in the eye are toddlers, hyper elementary schoolers, and anxious insecure middle schoolers who are too busy or anxious to look her in the eyes anyway. The perks of Not Talking and having fluffy hair ig.

Her cardigan is cozy, but also slips off easily. This may sound annoying, but she actually appreciates it. If someone’s chasing her and grabs the tail of her cardigan, or it gets caught on something, she can just keep running and it won’t hold her back. Then she can go back later because who would let a good cardigan go to waste like that

This is one of her more generic outfits, yes, but there are several perks to it!

The long sleeves help keep her warm, which is good already (temperature regulation who?), but the sleeves are really long and can be unfolded to be used as grips or mitts to handle hot or rough things. Her corset may not seem super conventional, but it’s actually helpful in many ways. It can be used to hide thinner things (paper money, cards, small pouches of medicines, etc), and is made of quality leather and reinforced with interlocking wooden plates which can help protect against blunt force and stabbing attacks.

This outfit was really fun to design! I wanted to give her a brighter, more energetic, scene-inspired outfit. I would’ve given her the early 2000s knee-high Converse, or platform Converse, but let’s be honest: she’s not going to spend that long lacing up shoes, and there’s no way she’d be able to run and fight in five-inch platforms atm.

Buffy never goes anywhere without a long-sleeved shirt or jacket, and I’m well aware of this. Problem is, I REALLY wanted to give her those elbow-length, striped fingerless gloves. So I decided to commit a “fashion atrocity” (or so I’ve been told) and give her a sleeve-optional hoodie. To be honest, I think it looks okay. Something popular in the scene fashion is LAYERS. So many layers. Everywhere. So I figured a third and obvious layer could work with this outfit. What do you think? Buffy thinks it’s a good idea despite the potential judgement, because detachable sleeves have many uses. Hot? Take the sleeves off. Cold? Put the sleeves back on. In need of an emergency rope? Take a sleeve off and use it for that. Also in need of a makeshift tourniquet? Sleeve. Maybe we should all just start wearing detachable sleeves in case someone grabs/stabs at us?

I feel like Buffy would’ve loved wearing khandi jewelry, with all of their fun colors and patterns, and ability to easily cover scarring and stains, but khandi in the scene fashion is almost always made of plastic, and Buffy’s not going to subject herself to allergic reactions just for fashion and some nice clinking noises. So, she got some khandi bracelets made out of wooden beads! And the good news is that they can be used to start a fire in an emergency, so she feels carrying these random bracelets around is justified. I would’ve given her some coon tail hair extensions too, but I didn’t really know how to work those into her hair, since she tries to avoid using heat on her hair and therefore wouldn’t be straightening it, so the coon tails might look out of place.

Buffy usually tries to avoid wearing lighter colors due to stain risks (pasta sauce, dirt from falling off her horse, stab wounds, ink tears, etc.), but one of her few exceptions (“you are the only exception”) is her gray Nuclear Boii t-shirt (yes I will be drawing off-brand band tees until the day my soul passes on), and the light blue flannel she likes pairing with it. The good news is that this flannel is vintage and made of quality materials, which means that (despite the slashes and holes Buffy’s had to sew and patch up) it’s more durable and easier to use in situations that call for bindings and blankets. Her only real problem with this flannel though, is that it’s hard to add hidden pockets to it because you’d see the bulging. Good news is that bobby pins exist for the sake of her beanie. She can’t hide too much inside of the beanie itself, but her hair is thick and abundant, and could easily hypothetically stash money, meds, needles, thread, and/or a knife or two. Who knows what’s in there? Just don’t touch the hat. Or the hair. Or her, in general. She’s low-key germaphobic. There’s a reason she almost never leaves her house without a mask on.

Anyway, thank you for glancing in the direction of this post! And if you’ve gotten this far, then.. what are you doing? Go get some rest. You’ve come a long way through the seas of my endless rambling.

TL;DR: I like designing outfits every now and then, and apparently I like to rant?

Stay tuned for more, assuming the art block doesn’t prevail!

#original art #original character #my art #character design #character art #emo scene #scenecore #scenemo #winona ryder #digital art #My Boyfriend Is the Jersey Devil?!#Buffy Whinsnap #mcr #fall out boy

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trashcatsnark · 1 year

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Some Cyberpunk NPC Fashion Headcanons: Misty, Judy, and Panam

Okay, so this has been burning in the back of my brain for five thousand years- as an unfashionable fatass loser who loves the idea of clothes and style in theory, I project this love onto fictional characters. Mostly my oc, but also canon characters. So, of course in game characters wear one outfit but I've developed kind of my own idea of what their style would be based both off those canon outfits and the vibes I get~

If you disagree, that's your business- but I'm having fun with the barbie dolls rn.

Misty- Cozy quirky goth gf

dresses in quirky goth fashion or like a victorian ghost, no in between

eclectic as fuck

cozy sweaters are always a favorite though

dresses with peter pan collars, i have no explanation, i just feel it

those kitschy chunky earrings that are like little raisin boxes or like weird clown babydolls

general kitsch touches, she likes things a little weird, keeps life interesting

**crystals~**

definitely has a purse or bag with thousand of weird little pins and keychains- she sees the value of minimalism but she just loves weird cute little things

fishnets and different patterned tights

weird chunky boots

Examples:

Judy- Punk contrast techie

shorts and overalls obviously, always with a strap undone for the aesthetic~

idk why but i just get the vibe she loves asymmetry- one shoulder, asymmetrical cut out, fuck yeah

and like contrasting patterns and stuff, like shorts and pants with mismatching legs

i see her in bright plaid punk pants, it just fits the vibe, don't ask me why

crop tops more often than not- likes showing off her tattoos

bushido merch

not a big jewelry gal but she likes a fun belt

has to have pockets- do not get her on the topic of non-functional pockets

feel like she probably has tattooed on eyeliner, not her full eyeliner look is tattooed- but like a base layer of it is

has band merch shirts and clothes too for sure, she's passionate about her interests and will wear them with pride

Examples:

Panam- Nomad tomboy gremlin

fashion isn't exactly a huge priority in the nomad world, but Panam still has her taste- notably her love of bodysuits

also does love the off the shoulder look- but finding bras that work with it and her tits is the bane of her existence

Bras are generally the bane of her existence- you wanna hear a rant ask this woman about having the underwire snap in her last good bra and stabbing her in the tit when she's 4 hours into a 12 hour drive and miles away from civilization

cargo pants, torn jeans, and ratty shorts

so many of her clothes are torn

tattered old crop tops and tanks

almost always has her aldecaldo jacket thrown over whatever she's wearing- even if it clashes

also not a big jewelry person, just not super practical- her and a friend in the clan tried to piece their own ears when they were kids and all they did was earn themselves some nasty infections

this girl has camo pants, idk if that's my brain associating her with 6th street from that one gig or the connection between aldecaldos and vets- this girl has camo pants

more of her clothes are stolen from other aldecaldos than she'd care to admit

Examples (ignore the jewelry in some of these):

Bonus Round:

My V (Aidan Becker)- crouching punk hidden pastel

leather jacket 9 times out of 10 (definitely stole it off a corpse)

black crop tops, stomach almost always showing

ripped pants and shorts, often with fishnets beneath

subtle hidden touches of cute stuff, like she'll take off her combat boots and have pink heart socks on beneath

skirts when she's feeling fancy or slutty

flannels for pops of colors occasionally

if she's not one arm raise away from flashing her tits- whats the point?

only wears bras if they're meant to be seen

bright blue nail polish always

teddy bear hoodie when she's home alone and vibing- very few have seen it, embarrassed by it- but it's very cozy

Examples:

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #misty olszewski #judy alvarez #panam palmer #yes including my v was incredibly self indulgent #no i dont care #don't know if i'll do the men since like kerry has dramatic punk rocker fashion johnny who has a more casual punk rock #then fucking river who probably buys though 5 packs of mens tank tops from the dollar store and calls it good #like we got two punk rockers and a quote unquote straight man in an ugly jacket so not quite as much variety to dig into #anyway it was 3 am and i was bored have my stupid thoughts

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solesommerso · 1 year

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Miscellaneous Headcanons about Street

- these all either spawned from thin air, me and @blathannabeaga convos or me and @anne-is-obsessed convos

he/she/they pronoun user

he’s a vegetarian, which Luca teases him relentlessly about and does not understand

Hondo & Annie both make separate meals for him once they learn he’s a vegetarian

he stress bakes

he also stress cleans

he was in the emo/punk scene as a teenager

reads books before bed when he can

plays stupid pranks on tan all the time, almost never gets caught

smokes medical weed, can neither confirm nor deny if he’s shown up to a team dinner high off his ass

prefers hoodies to sweaters

refuses to get a new leather jacket and has told Chris to bury him in it when he dies

loves horror movies

cries when the dog dies but not the people

hates coffee but shotguns red bulls before shift

him and tan drink tea together

had long hair growing up and only cut it for the academy

it was a very emotional hair cut

flirts his way into getting free shit all the time

goes to cafes just to get tea and read away from Luca and his constant music playing

listens to early emo/pop punk music

avid eyeliner user, he smudges it so it’s almost unnoticeable but Chris points it out his first week

prefers converse over vans

walks beaches when he needs to clear his head

half his closet is just flannels and black t shirts

wears Nate’s chain on his day off, he’s too scared to lose it in the field

can’t make eye contact to save his life. It drives Hondo up a wall sometimes

fidgets constantly

him & molly are still friends, it somehow always baffles the team

painted his nails in high school and Long Beach but got too insecure to keep doing them in swat

has been to many many pride events, none of them were for him though, obviously

jk he loves having glitter on his face and gushes over the drag queens every single time

has “accidentally” broken Lucas beyoncé cd’s after the twentieth time ‘freakum dress’ was on

still denies it was on purpose (it totally was)

if he’s not the one driving he gets anxious so the team just accept their fate that they have no choice but to let him drive

he genuinely hates driving hondos or deacons truck

prefers low to the ground cars or his bike

him and Alfaro have matching tattoos they don’t talk about

streets is a moon on the inside of his bicep, Alfaros is a sun on his calf

he actually has quite a few tattoos but they’re hidden unless he’s in shorts or a tank top

has a box of sketch books he’s filled over the years, still keeps one in his bag at all times

makes fun of Tan for not knowing how to draw but secretly keeps all the drawings in a folder for when he’s sad

would never admit it but Tans his favorite person on the team, Hondo being a close second

#js #jim street #sammy headcanons #half of these have been sitting in my drafts but I finally made a real post about it #some of these might be repeats from an old post of mine but shhh

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sanini-panini · 1 year

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ok so i mentioned i was doing this oc ask game and some friends off tumblr threw questions at me but i thought i’d cross post here for funsies (part 2)

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit? (for everyone)

this question was intended as a jab at my complete inability to remember anyone's glasses but i think it is actually just revealing of how little i think about fashion. anyway. i'm going to consult the color-coded spreadsheet now.

new guard first

ilia: flannel button up and skinny jeans with tennis shoes, usually in cool colors

morgan: i'm cheating bc morgan's creator gave me the outfit word for word. jeans, tank top, dark-colored turtleneck, a red leather jacket, and combat boots. i have forgotten morgan's glasses and i will continue to forget them.

peter: black hoodie and sweatpants/jeans. i haven't used the velcro suit gimmick yet and i feel like i should

juli: goth butch vibes... given their line of work i think it's usually dark t-shirt + cheap faux leather or denim jacket + skinny jeans since anything nicer than that would end up with bullet holes in it

lian: cute patterned sweater + miniskirt or midi skirt in pastel colors

joshua: i am cheating again btw. green aviator jacket + sleeveless turtleneck + ripped jeans + fingerless gloves with steel knuckles + combat boots. first character to have glasses mentioned in canon.

rae: on a casual day probably like. a polo and khakis or dark jeans. i am not at all basing this on my brother

karyme: cardigan + plain blouse + patterned pants +/- scarf depending on weather and if she's going out and such. she has glasses. are you reading this earthy.

dani: tank top + skinny jeans + sweater tied around her waist + sneakers. YES she has glasses i did NOT forget.

auster: black hoodie and jeans. i didn't ask auster's creator for this but i know this in my heart

annnd now the ennead. i need everyone to know that my sister looked at me while i was writing this, narrowed her eyes, and told me to stop insulting her. i had not even told her what i was writing.

jinal: if not scrubs (for work), the answer is probably more casual kurtis and leggings/jeans

haku: dresses like my sister. t-shirt + hoodie + either athletic shorts or sweats. the only character whose glasses i consistently remember

minerva: rompers. hear me out: it's easy to move in and also has the potential to be cute as shit. alternately the dress + leather jacket combo (ty mika for opening my eyes to this)

ven: crop top + jacket + short shorts + long socks or cute dresses

kai: polo or button down + dark jeans or khakis depending on how formal he needs to look

mateen: sweater vests

ridwan: there's no one go-to but like. over the shoulder tops. crop tops. short shorts. patterned leggings. usually darker colors but not always

silpa: dresses like my sister... 2! free t-shirts and jeans but with overalls thrown in. socks and sandals when not working with sharp implements.

felix: pastel blouses/button-ups and patterned short shorts

#sajani talks #ask games #oc tag #i'm not tagging all nineteen of them bc that would be ridiculous

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captain-hen · 1 year

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what are you favourite looks/outfits of your favourite 911 characters?

ooh, okay! so, for eddie it would be every single time he's worn a suit, but especially his 5x01 suit (i know babygirl was about to go through it but he looked SO good). also that red plaid shirt he wore when he met carla for the first time and the slutty tank top™ he wore in 6x04. 10/10 no notes.

for hen, i adore her collection of hoodies and sweaters, but especially that bright yellow hoodie she wears over the yellow puffed vest in 3x17. i also love her checkered sweater from 6x04, when she and buck get drunk together!

for maddie, her green dress from where she meets the lees is her BEST outfit. i also love the blue shrug over the low cut white shirt she wears while talking to her mom on the phone (for, erm. scientific reasons, obviously). and not an outfit, but i adored her 5b haircut and i really wished she'd kept it :( that was her best hair imo

for buck, i love the bright red jacket from the balcony scene in 5x17, every single pink shirt or sweater he owns, and i also love that fancy jacket he wore while going to watch chris while eddie was on his date. and of course, his suit from the latest episode :)

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#i wanted to include chim in here only to realize i can't think of a single outfit of his that stood out to me sjjskd sorry king #i do remember all the times he was shirtless tho 👀#neethu answers #anon

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death-by-cringe-whitman · 1 year

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@angrygremlin840 I tried finding pics of outfits that matches what he Ushualy wears but-- ack

Basicly masc stuff sometimes a tank top (tho less likely) sometimes his old Letterman jacket or a simple tee or hoodie that's a bit to big

Theise are his bfs sage and ring for their outfits (if you wanna add them with Axel)

Rin wears a binder

The mushroom sweaters and the space hoodie match his vibe as Rin is fascinated with galactic stuff and loves cottage core

For pants Ushualy sweats

And sage wears Gothic stuff Ushualy with a bi pride pin

He also wears a turtleneck with a bodysuit over top (I can draw it if that helps)

And also Ushualy ties his sleave around his severed arm to blend in

He wears mostly goth and emo stuff here's some I def see him in (muscle crop wrap around) or (newchic men top) and here's a more fancy dress he's worn or if he's snoozeing prolly something like the (I'm not rude hoodie)

Primarily wears black

Likes chockers chains and tall boots or platforms and Ushualy wearing a skirt with his outfits! And occasionally makeup

And if you so choose to have them all together!! I have a base perfect for them

M3 j1 l2 and m1 fit them well! Hope this helps

(I would love to see them as humanss btw! Lol you draw them so well aaa) annyways- if yas planning to draw them as humans they have specifics of human form if you'd like them nothing major but if it helps give an idea just @ me and lemmie know

Ps. Their bodytypes

Sage: somewhat skinny pretty advaradge build and a verry feminine structure shorter then Axel taller then Rin

Axel: somewhat buff or strong looking masc structure taller then both his bfs

Rin: short and chubby!

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anotherhumanpet · 2 years

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“Well, what a small world, I actually met Judas some time ago. I knew he and I have a similar passion in playing music, but I didn’t know about his craftsmanship.” Nikos tilted his head to one side and seemed to properly relax in this moment. He had no idea how stressed he was until now when he felt the tension in his body release.

He then removed his gloves and hoodie. It was getting too warm for him. Luckily he decided to where a grey tank top underneath the hoody so he could properly breath.

“Yae wanna talk ‘bout how yaed like yaer gloves to look while we sit?” He pointed a thumb towards the nearest seats. “I’ve got a, hm, friend of Yin’s in my shadow, so he can hand me my supplies while we talk.” ~ Kaiju-crimson-storyandask

"Yeah, he once fixed up our buddy Oron’s jacket one time while we were, uh...” Dennis’ eyes darted around, as if he were looking for the perfect explanation - or excuse - to manifest somewhere out of thin air for him. “...road tripping. So, I know he has some skills but I dunno how good they are. Oh, here.” He motions for the sweater and gloves, offering to hang them in the guest closet sitting by the front door so they’re out of the way.

“You mean you have one of his spirits with you?” Dennis asks perhaps a bit too eagerly as he bounds over to the living room and plops on a couch. “I got Envy stuck with me right now. I think. He hasn’t said bye or anything so I assume he’s still here. Who’d you get?”

#kaijucrimsonstoryandask #kaijucrimsonstoryandask; Nikos #ask

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modgirlyreposts-revamped · 11 months

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Ok I’m obnoxious here’s what the characters are wearing in chapter 5’s body discovery and investigation/trial

Rian, during the body discovery: black and red striped arm warmers, stretched thin Motionless in White t shirt, ripped jeans, binder, and hair tied in a ponytail

Alice, during the body discovery: oversized knitted white sweater, no pants, socks or shoes. Context is she was about to shower before it happened so she’s a bit uh naked and just threw something on

Yuta, during the body discovery: soft purple shirt, black pleated skirt

Heiran, during the body discovery: she was not there, but she was wearing a camisole nightgown. She wasn’t there because she refuses to be seen without her makeup thanks to her insecurities about her piebaldism

Kamiko, during the body discovery: quickly buttoned shirt, knee high socks, shoes and skirt she wears usually

Amara, during the body discovery: flannel pajama pants and a white tank top

Rian, during the trial: skeleton hoodie is back because it’s iconic, but his hair is still tied back and he doesn’t have any accessories except piercing jewellery, and his boots are back

Alice, during the trial: oversized knitted white sweater tucked into her skirt, same socks and shoes as usual

Yuta, during the trial: dark purple turtleneck, black pleated skirt, ripped tights and Masumi’s high tops

Heiran, during the trial: hair over one half of her face, rushed concealer around her lips and dark red lipstick to detract attention, pink tank top with straps around her neck, a white shirt underneath, light denim shorts, and her usual flats

Kamiko, during the trial: her hair is down from the braids, making her hair look curly from the long time period with them in. She otherwise has her outfit on as per usual, having slept in her button up, skirt, socks and shoes, and just threw on her jacket and tie

Amara, during the trial: white tank top, red flannel, black pants and usual shoes

I love imagining what their outfits would exactly look like, but actually visualizing them would be a total bitch for me-

#asks #answered #valleyfthdolls

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homeslong · 2 years

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sohelish · 2 years

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𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽 / 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂 . bold what applies to your character

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𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 .

long legs / short legs / average legs / slender thighs / thick thighs / muscular thighs / skinny arms / soft arms / average arms / muscular arms / toned stomach / flat stomach / flabby stomach / soft stomach / six pack / beer belly / lean frame / muscular frame / voluptuous frame / petite frame / lanky frame / short nails / long nails / manicured nails / dirty nails / flat ass / toned ass / bubble butt / thick ass / small waist / thick waist / narrow hips / average hips / wide hips / big feet / average feet / small feet / soft feet / slender feet / calloused hands / soft hands / big hands / average hands / small hands / long fingers / short fingers / average fingers / broad shouldered / underweight / average weight / overweight

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

shorter than 140 cm / 141 cm-150 cm / 151 cm to 160 cm / 161 cm to 170 cm / 171 cm to 180cm / 181 cm to 190 cm / 191 cm to 2m / taller than 2 m.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 .

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𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 .

small / large / average / grey / brown / blue / green / gold / hazel / red / doe - eyed / almond / close - set / wide - set / squinty / monolid / heavy eyelids / upturned / downturned

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 .

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𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .

no tattoos / one tattoo / a few here and there / multiple / full sleeves / thigh tattoo / neck tattoo / chest tattoo / no piercings / ear piercings / nose piercing / lip piercing / tongue piercing / eyebrow piercing / navel piercing / cheek piercing / nipple piercing / genital piercing

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 .

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 .

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𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 .

sneakers / high top converse / slip - ons / flats / slippers / sandals / high heels / kitten heels / ankle boots / combat boots / knee - high / platforms / stripper heels / bare feet / loafers / oxfords / gladiator shoes / boots /

#hel of a meme (answered meme)#I added rosacea bc the fc has it)) cause why not. freckles too I think she has...

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