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Today's Maid of the Day: Nephelia from Maou no Ore ga Dorei Elf wo Yome ni Shitanda ga, Dou Medereba Ii?
#anime#Nephelia#madome#An Archdemon's Dilemma: How to Love Your Elf Bride#pointy ear maid#maid of the day
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Clumsy Mimic Bar Maid Ale
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if youre interested in getting a sketchie like this you can do so over on my ko-fi!
#anime art#artists on tumblr#drawing#illustration#sketches#oc art#mimic girl#art commisions#commission#bar maid#pointy ears
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弥美(Mime)@3MimE_
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Good morning master
#maid#art#artists on tumblr#pointy ears#long hair#dragon scales#dragon girl#fox tail#fox ears#fox girl#breakfast#splash art#drawing#draw#maid outfit
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Thick elf maid wardrobe malfunction
#ai art#ai girl#ai waifu#stable diffusion#looking at viewer#ai generated#ai artwork#red hair#elf#pointy ears#maid outfit
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Hazbin Hotel yandere Alastor imagine
note: discussions of sexual abuse, physical abuse, afab reader, misogny
Oh, to be in Hell and working for Valentino, who uses and abuses you, who goes from hot to cold depending on his moods, whims, and whatever might be pissing him off or propping him up at the moment.
It's not the living you wanted to be making. It's not the life--or afterlife--that you envisioned for yourself. But you owe him so much money (he fed you, and clothed you, and kept a roof over your ungrateful head, didn't he?) and you don't know how else you could pay him back.
But one day you happen to catch someone whispering about this new Hotel where you might be able to get better? Where life might be able to get better? Where you might get, and the word refuses to even catch on your tongue despite it dancing in your ears, redeemed?
You want that. All of it. Even it means risking getting the (after) life beaten out of you.
And on a rare free morning you sneak out and make your way to the front door and a tiny (cute, but, horrifying) little maid answers but before she can get a word in edgewise, a blonde woman--the literal princess of Hell, you realize--jumps into the doorway and grabs your hand to shake it vigorously and welcome you in with the biggest smile you've ever seen that isn't (for once) tinged with something awful behind it.
You practically trip inside as she excitedly pulls you into the foyer where a gaggle of people are sitting on a velvet couch and oh, shit, you know one of them.
Angel. You knew he was here--Val would not stop bitching about it--but it's different hearing about him being involved in this little project and actually seeing him out of the studio.
When Angel sees you, he freezes, his eyebrows shoot practically to the sky. And you're about to beg him not to tell Val, please-please-please, Angel might get away with being here but you don't have that kind of sway, when someone slides in front of you.
Red hair, pointy teeth, a fantastically red coat.
Alastor, of course.
You're not supposed to talk to him. Val and Vox made it clear to everyone in the studio. The Radio Demon is an "old timey fuck" who needs to fuck off and any one caught fraternizing with him might as well be fucking dead (or they'd wish they were) so stay away.
And his reputation wasn't any better with what you'd heard on the street.
But... he doesn't seem all that bad. And you were already taking a Big Fucking Risk by coming here, it's not like Val would go easier on you if you pleaded that sure, you snuck out, sure you came here when you knew you shouldn't, but you clamped your mouth shut and didn't talk to Alastor, you swear!
"Greetings," he says, and you want to smile a little. Because he really does sound like a radio, the kind your mom used to listen to when you were young, even though they were going out of style. Sometimes you missed that, sitting around the table while the radio played, tinny voices and music playing.
"Hi," you manage, voice quiet. "I mean, greetings," you say, stupidly, really.
But he doesn't call you a moron (like Val might) or ignore you (like Vox might)--instead he dips and picks up your wrist gently and he actually kisses your hand, a perfunctory gentlemanly peck of a greeting, instead of licking a slimy trail up your arm like Val is prone to do.
Can you help the little "oh!" that escapes your lips? No. Can you help the heated flush that creeps up your chest? No.
And if he, to everyone's surprise, winds up taking you under his wing--can you complain? No.
He doesn't tell you, like Val did, that you'll pay him back every red cent when he conjures up a closet full of clothes to replace your scant wardrobe. The clothes are modest and lovely and again, your mom springs to mind. The stuff she'd pull out of her closet and hold to her chest sometimes, because they no longer fit.
You wish you'd worn those clothes, when you got old enough to fit into them. But they were moth eaten and out of style and you'd look at her aghast when she asked if you wanted them when you were moving out.
So you didn't. But now... well, they don't fit so bad, do they? You even look nice in them. Alastor says "you're a vision of loveliness, dear," when you wear one of the outfits he's picked out. And you're not sure if it's a pun on his name or a genuine compliment, but you thank him all the same.
Charlie agrees to set up a room for you and Alastor helps with that, too. Although his help mostly involved changing out the standard linens for something nicer, stocking your closet and dresser with old fashioned clothes, and removing the TV.
You almost protested, but he reminded you that "your old friend Vox just might pop in and see you" and ah, it all made sense.
Alastor was looking out for you. Like he did with the clothes. Like he does with the way he helps you navigate the vague, ever-changing lessons that Charlie tries to teach.
Everyone here is nice, all things considered, for Hell.
It's not perfect.
Sometimes you would like to wear something more flashy and stylish, but what outfits Charlie manages to procure never seem to make it into your wardrobe.
Angel always looks like he's going to vomit when Val calls because at this point you are considered "missing" and Val does not like it when his "whores try to ghost him," as you'd once heard him screeching on Angel's phone.
Angel always denies that you're here, denies that he's seen you, and for once, you're glad he can act well when it really matters.
And if Alastor gets a little too clingy... if he gets a little too controlling? If sometimes he reminds you of Val, pushing and pulling you in the directions he wants, you just remind yourself that he's not as bad.
He doesn't ever, ever hit you. He doesn't yell at you or even raise his voice, really!
He corrects, that's all.
Steers you to the right outfits, reminds you how to act like a lady (something he never seems to do with anyone else, to your embarrassment); gently grabs your wrist and brings you along with him around the Hotel, into the shadows of the streets where you won't be seen when he thinks you need some good old fashioned exercised or fresh air. (If the air in hell could be considered "fresh" is another thing entirely.)
So yes.
He might be a little controlling. You can admit that. Even if he has your best interest in mind.
But every time that little thought creeps into your head, you just remind yourself. He's not as bad as Val.
And when you're in Hell, "he's not as bad" might as well mean that he's good.
#yandere hazbin hotel#yandere alastor#hazbin hotel imagine#alastor x reader#yandere#afterwitch writes#oops this was supposed to be a short lil thing
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seungmin wants to be your princess
-contains mature themes (shhh boypussy)
"m-master ah ah a-ah" he's crying now. babbling on and on until you shove his head down into the pillows.
the brown floppy ears moving with each powerful thrust.
the skimpy dress is soaked with sweat and the lace panties are stained with his cum.
"puppies don't talk" you say, landing a blow to his ass. and the noise he lets out makes you even wetter.
a red imprint of your hand on his cheek. you knead into the soft flesh.
seungmin rarely makes noise in bed. its always little sounds and whines. but this time he was too far gone. loud moans muffled in the pillow. he had turned his head now. arching his back even more for you.
"be good, princess. let me hear you" you reassure. running your hand on his back. mind spinning with how he let you touch you however you wanted.
you wondered when he got so flexible. his thighs quivering as you started to fuck into his sopping cunt even faster.
squelching and lewd sounds filling the room.
"such a noisy cunt you have puppy" he whines, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your thumb pressing circles on his clit.
"mmh h-hnnngh" and he's cumming for the third time before you even know it.
breathing out in high pitched girlish cries. begging you to stay inside. to use him.
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seungmin is genuinely taken aback by what pops up on his screen. his fingers furiously tapping away and closing the site.
how the hell was an....explicit video...still playing on his laptop. a young man on his fours. wearing a dress. he wasn't quite sure what dress it was but it looked outrageously slutty. yes that was the word.
two pointy white dog ears on his head, bouncing as the woman behind fucked him open with her strap.
he shook of the imagery, opening the laptop to go back to what he was doing.
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he couldn't shake it off. it had been one day. shuffling around in bed while you were fast asleep. unknowing of the dilemma he was in.
seungmin wasn't one to submit easily. it depended on the day.
but these past few weeks you have been taking charge. since he has been feeling a whole lot more submissive.
the video keeps replaying in his mind. the choked out moans, the noises, the whines, the little ah ah ah's leaving that unknown stranger. he looked like he was in heaven. not a single thought.
just pure pleasure.
seungmin wanted that. he wanted to be fucked dumb. to be nothing but your play thing. your fucktoy. your...maid. your..princess.
and so he scrambles for his phone in the dark. heart racing. opening up various sites. searching for dresses.
"cute pink dress"
"lacey maid dress"
"puppy head band"
and he adds them to his cart. seungmin's found an even prettier dress. one that would compliment his physique. staring at the brown puppy ears.
imagining himself in that place.
imagining how you'll pat his head and tell him how beautiful he looks. with you fucking into him.
making him your dumb puppy. who's nothing but a cumslut.
he feels like he's going to explode. and then
proceeds to checkout and pay.
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there's a unusual aura when you step inside the dorm. throwing your bag on the couch. as you inch towards your boyfriend's room.
no one's at home anyways. so you open the door. jaw dropping at the sight before you. you weren't sure how wide your eyes had become because seungmin's face was flushed red.
sitting in the middle of his bed, with a beautiful pink and white lacey dress. its completely see through except for some parts.
and its short.
very short.
doing nothing whatsover to cover up his glistening pussy.
there are clip on puppy ears attached to his hair. its funny because the brown ears match his dark brown hair.
giving the illusion that he actually did have floppy ears.
theres also a small gag in his mouth. in the shape of a bone. theres spit dripping out of his mouth. and his eyes.
oh his eyes look so pretty with eyeshadow on. a light pink shade that brightens up his lust filled eyes.
and he mumbles a soft "master"
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#needy seungmin#is a sight#to behold#make him my princess#praise him#compliment him#lift his dress up#and make sweet love to him#puppy seungmin#stray kids smut#skz smut#stray kids imagines#skz imagines#skz drabbles#kim seungmin smut#seungmin smut#seungminnie in a dress#kim seungmin imagines#seungmin imagines#seungmin hard thoughts#sub!seungmin#sub seungmin#stray kids headcanons#fluffylino works
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was thinking about thorins company again and was thinking about a request and my mind jumped to "I wonder how they'd react if reader called them petty." so that's my request. how thorins company would react if the reader told them they were pretty.
Posting back to back because I got asked the same prompt for both stories almost simultaneously hehe! Ok now THIS? This can go one of two ways either so fluffy or so funny 😆 I think it would be divided so:
"OMG you think I'm pretty?": Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Ori, Fili, Kili, Bilbo
"How DARE you I am NOT pretty what do I look like some sort of elf lassie FDGSHVDGSH": Dwalin, Gloin, Nori
*Deadpan voice* What.: Balin, Thorin, Oin, Bifur
Bofur, frankly, is just a bit shell-shocked, but not unpleasantly so; in fact his smile says otherwise. “Well, no one’s ever called me something like that’ before!” Bombur would blush bright red at your words and smile widely. “Me? Really? Coming from someone as pretty as you?” Dori puffs up a bit despite the incredulity upon his face. “I try my best. But really, it- it’s working? Well, I…I…” Ori’s all smiles, sheepishly glancing away from you. “Me? No, I quite think that’s you, actually. Why, if you saw yourself the way I do, you’d know exactly what I mean.” Fili winks at you and flips his hair off his shoulder. “Oh, you think so, do you? Because I’ve thought the same and then some. …huh? About me or you? Maybe both! Just kidding. You’re the only one who’s ever caught my eye.” Kili acts quite similar, throwing you a wink as well. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know that? Ever have I desired an excuse to tell you.” Bright red- that is the only way to describe Bilbo as well, adorable in his stammering. “Me? Well, I try to take my best care of myself, but I don’t know about…. You insist? All right, then I’ll take the compliment so long as I can pay you back with a few. No, no, too late, please listen, because I am quite certain the only pretty one here is you.”
Dwalin’s arms are crossed the moment the word leaves your lips. “You think I’ve gone to war, bloodied my axes and dirtied my nails, just for some young thing to call me pretty?” He scoffs, but you make out the flush upon his cheeks and simply smile, shaking your head with amusement. Gloin is indignant, all but shouting that he hasn’t grown pointy ears or lost his beard, so don’t go acting like he’s one of those elves you can’t even tell maids from lords. “Oh, all right,” you tease, “what do you prefer then? Strapping? Handsome?” That shuts him right up. “What are you on about,” Nori asks you, “eh? Trying to charm something from me? I’ll have you know I’m not some tittering elf maid. You’ll have to try harder than that.” By harder than that, he evidently means the way you grab him by the collar, causing him to cave to your wishes immediately.
Balin freezes at your compliment, tilts his head. His brown eyes search yours. “I beg your pardon?” “You heard me.” Chuckling, he shakes his head. “Haven’t heard anything like that in a long time.” Deadpan describes both Thorin’s voice and expression as he seeks repetition of your statement. “Surely you have been told you cut a majestic figure before?” “Why are you telling me this?” The king responds. “Why do you think?” You shoot back, shaking your head. When the compliment leaves your lips, you can tell Oin is unsure if he heard you correctly; stepping closer, you repeat it breathily, a smile on your lips. “You mean I did- We-he-ell then!” He grins at you. Bifur peers blankly at you. “Yes, you,” you repeat, “need I describe the lovely pattern of your hair, your smile, your little creations you share with me or the way you…” Shaking his head, Bifur smiles and takes your hand.
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#the hobbit#the hobbit imagines#the hobbit x reader#the hobbit headcanons#thorin’s company#thorin’s company x reader#balin#dwalin#thorin#oin#gloin#bifur#bofur#bombur#dori#nori#ori#fili#kili#bilbo#ask#kilibaggins#requested#like I said in the other one trying a new structure because I couldn’t come up with full inagines lmao#but one fren liked this format so yay hehe
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i just realized that Godfrey is a catboy. pointy ear styled hair. bell around neck. youthful catgirl maids move over for elderly catboy butler
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Loki Laufeyson x F!Reader
Sex Pollen — KTober
Word Count: 1.5k
Includes: Oral (F), Vaginal Fingering, Rough Sex, Light Bondage, Exhibitionism, Sex Pollen, Belly Bulge, Cock Worship, Master kink.
On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51141958
On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1391144868-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐒𝐞𝐱-𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧-𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢-𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧-𝐱-𝐅
Loki and you were finally visiting one of the other realms he promised to take you too, the rainbow bridge between worlds—Loki informed you it was named the 'Bifrost'—opens and snatches the two of you up. He holds you close to his strong chest.
"Scared, my love?" Loki asks as you zip through the galaxy, you look around and look in awe of the stars around the portal.
"No... only awe." Your jaw hangs slack as you see the cosmos, but, when you land on the new realm you jaw nearly feel off.
The realm you landed in was absolutely stunning, even more beautiful than Asgard. The palace before you was a black stone with purple hues, the height of the building was to the sky. The amount of towers you see on the building is almost threatening, but magnificent at the same time.
"Let us go, darling?" He hooks his arm around your own and it reminds you of your wedding day with him.
Walking down the aisle, your beautiful white and dark green gown—representing him—trailed behind you as you strutted, the veil was nearly the same length. Loki demanded that the maids helping you wouldn't apply makeup to your features, he wanted to see you as you, not as the shield of Asgardian products you hid behind. The best part of the ceremony was the vows, and, well, the after party sex you had with your newly wed husband.
"Y-Yes!" You snap out of your thoughts. "Let's go, Lokes." You smile and peck his cheek before he leads you inside of the elegant black and purple castle.
The inside was the opposite of what you expected, bright lights covering the halls from chandeliers, the walls the purest of whites with golden accents around the corners, large windows revealing the outside, it was utterly stunning.
"Do you like the interior, princess?" A person approaches, Loki told you about her, her name was Marcella. She was gorgeous, stunning dark brown curls, tan skin, shining yellow eyes, sharp, pointy ears, a hooked nose, plump lips, everything about her was stunning—especially her dress. It was a pale purple, golden accents around her waist and the ends of the gown.
"Princess?" You lift your eyebrow at Marcella's comment.
"You are wed to Loki, yes?" You nod. "Then you are a princess." Marcella chuckles, covering her hand with her mouth.
You nearly forget that fact, Loki is the prince of Asgard. He has been for his entire life. "Oh, Yes!" You chuckle, covering your nervousness, but Marcella sees through it and smiles.
Loki nudges your arm and the two of you begin to follow Marcella into one of the many rooms in the chateau.
"Why are we here again?" You whisper to your husband.
"To see my flowers, dearest." He smiles back.
"Your flowers?" Your eyebrow raises.
He hums, pecking your cheek. "You'll see."
Marcella opens the door, revealing a massive flower chamber, a massive skylight dome above, the walls were lined with vines—white roses covering the green ropes—but what you saw on the ground nearly made your heart stop, rhinanthus minor flowers. Loki's flowers. You understand what he means now.
"These, princess, are a gift your husband here has been growing for months." Marcella winks.
You smile widely, your head turning to Loki. "Truly?"
He nods, Marcella leaves, a small smirk on her face as she does so. Loki pulls you by your hips, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, then your lips.
His finger brushes your jaw, tilting your head up before pinching your cheeks with his thumb and index finger, Loki slides his tongue into your mouth, it collides against your own as he moves you to the floor, swiping you down. His hand meets your lower back and within a second your under him, Loki now on his knees before you.
"Do you know why these are named my flowers, darling?" Loki kisses your neck, his hands on either side of your head.
"N-No." You mutter, a whimper passing your lips as he moves to your collarbone.
"Would you like to know why?" Loki bites down, sucking a deep mark onto your collar.
You moan in a positive response.
"Because they affect me in ways... ways that remind me of you." He smirks against your body, confusion crosses your features and Loki chuckles before continuing. "They make me horny, my dearest wife." He moves from your collarbone and kissing you harshly, dominating your mouth with his tongue.
"And... you want to fuck me here?"
You feel his cock twitch in his pants, nearly piercing the Asgardian fabric with the force of his erection. He grinds against your clothed cunt.
"Yes." He growls, he pulls down your panties, flipping up your dress before he dives his head under your skirt. His tongue licks a stride from the bottom of your pussy to your clit before sucking on the sensitive nub.
"L-Loki!" You moan, the sound filling the greenhouse. "More, More please, Master."
That nickname made the god weak.
Loki moves his pointer and middle finger to your labia, teasing the folds before sliding his fingers into your sopping cunt. His fingers begin to thrust, slowly, in and out.
"Three... more." You plea, he happily complies. His ring finger makes his way into your vagina before he quickens the speed of his movements, now slamming into your cunt with his hand.
His free hand latched onto the zipper of your dress, his shadows begin to restrain your airway, making the sensation of his fingers more pleasureful.
"Do you want more, my princess?" Loki asks, a smirk covering his lips.
"Y-Yes! Please."
"What do you want, my love?"
"Your cock, please master, give me your cock!" Tears form in your eyes, his thumb begins to stroke your clit lazily, teasingly. "I-I need it, I need it so bad! Fill me up, master, fill my cunt."
"Oh, well I can't resist you when you beg so pretty..." He withdraws his fingers, causing you to whine beneath him, Loki then unbuttons his pants before shucking them down before lubing up his cock with your slick. "Tell me if it hurts, darling." He warns before aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping pussy.
You nod in response, bucking your hips in an attempt to make him slide in, unfortunately, it was futile try. Loki only smirks, the shadows forming behind from the skylight move to your wrists, holding them firmly above your head. More of the black clouds swarm around your now nude breasts.
"Tell me, sweetling, do you want your nipples sucked while I fuck your cunt?" He moves his cock away from your pussy, slapping your clit with it—it jolts your body and you can't tell if you love it or hate it. The latter was what you went for.
"Please, master..." You whine, the shadows circle your nipples before pinching them, you yelp from surprise but the sound quickly fades into a loud moan when Loki sheaths himself inside of you. "Give... give me it, master, fuck me!"
Loki smirks, licking his lips before kissing you harshly. His hips begin to buck, his cock instantly hitting the special spot deep within you.
"Oh! Yes, master, there!" You shout, the flowers only make his greed for you hungrier.
The sensation around your nipples only increases, the shadows begin to pull, flick, pinch, and even slap the sensitive nubs. It makes the building feeling in your stomach so much worse, the urge to cum begging to be released.
You see Loki's smirk grows as he stares at you, his cock sliding in and out of you in a fast pace, the sound of skin on skin filling the greenhouse—along with your moans and your husbands grunts.
The shadows form a suction like feeling around your nipples, you're so close to cumming it hurts. You can tell it's the same for him, the way his face clenches and twitches. A loud moan passes his lips.
"Oh? Would you look at that, darling..." He presses on your lower stomach, you look down and see his cock through your flesh.
"L-Loki!" You moan. "Master, I'm so close... please let me cum?" You plea.
"Yes." Thrust. "You." He picks up his pace. "Can." Loki's shadows squeeze your nipples harder. "Cum." One of his hands trail from your waist to your lower regions "With." His fingers stroke your clit. "Me."
You moan his name, screaming it as you cum down on his cock. Loki soon follows in suit, his release shooting deep inside of your cunt.
"Master!" You shout, he doesn't stop his movements, he drags a second orgasm out of you within a second.
You look up as you climax, the moon filling the sky, stars looking so tiny from this realm. You couldn't think of a better way to experience a new place, cumming under the stars with the man you love, your husband and god, a man who would kill for you.
Your lover.
Your Loki.
Yours.
#loki series#loki fanfic#loki show#loki x reader#mcu loki#loki spoilers#lokius#loki marvel#loki odinson#loki#loki laufeyson#loki season 2#kinktober 2023#kinktober
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Finished first draft designs of the hazbin cast- Alastor., Charlie, Angeldust, Nifty , and Vaggie.
Some of them got minor redesigns while others got revamped, so I’ll be going down the line and discussing my reasoning for each one (please note, these are not perfect, and probably are not animator friendly, I did this for fun, and a lot of the decisions I made were because I felt like it. Do not throw a fit if you don’t like them)
Alastor- when redesigning alastor I focused on 3 major details: that he was from the 1920s-1930s, he was from the south, and that he was a “radio demon”. I took away the voodoo stuff cause that felt like a really weird way to associate him with Louisiana culture, and instead went for the more “southern gentleman” feel using the slicked back hair and simple clothes. I also replaced his monocle with a full pair of glasses, because I think not being able to see his eyes makes him more menacing, same thing with the straight teeth. I made his color palette into warm browns to kind of give the vibe of an old timey radio- with a highlight of gold as well. Side note: I like to imagine he doesn’t open his mouth, and instead it just lights up like an actual radio- cause I think that’s cool character flavor. I also kept his deer motif cause ,apparently, it was supposed to connect with how he died- plus I’m always a sucker for the kind of evil character that has an innocent animal theme, super fun. (Also his microphone is sentient and does change the text depending on the situation)
Charlie Morningstar- I think Charlie is a lovely character, she’s one of favorites, but she felt pretty plain in some aspects. I learned that she was kind of inspired by porcelain dolls, which gave me an interesting idea of making into kind of a “devils Pinocchio”- because what’s more innocent than a doll imbued with the power of her father’s dreams? So I really leaned into the soft friendly doll look, giving her ball joints and large eyes that stare into your soul. I softened a lot of her colors and gave her rounder shapes as well as leaning into the goat aspects of her character, because i thought it could be fun to have her play off the deer motif that alastor has.
Angel Dust- My boy , my good lad. He is also pretty solid when it comes to design , however- HE DID NOT LOOK LIKE A SPIDER. I had no idea that his freckles were supposed to be eyes until I rewatched it. Soooo I definitely tried to make him more spider like by making his eyes more prominent and giving him pointy side burns that act as mandibles. I also gave him him his spider butt and some weird ass legs. Oh and , unrelated, I like to imagine he does burlesque.
Nifty- MY FAVORITEE , I love nifty guys, she’s my POOKIE bear. When going into her design I knew I wanted to make her look older since I thought it was weird how much she was infantilized so I gave her lipstick and pearl earrings to make her look more like a refine 1950s housewife, as well as give her an apron and cleaning gloves to make her feel more like a maid. I also leaned into her subtle bug theme by giving her antennae, and giving polka dots on her dress for a very subtle lady bug theme (cause she’s my little lady). Some more small things I gave her a little swirl in her bangs to call back to victory rolls, as well as some subtle hints of green to call back to the uranium craze of that time.
Vaggie- she was difficult. Initially, I had no idea what I wanted to do with her, but I think that’s also because she’s not a very fleshed out character? Her whole story is kind of , Support Charlie and be a fallen angel.(still love chaggie tho) So I took some creative liberties, and gave her a more mature look- with some periwinkle to act as a subtle hint to her angelic nature. I also gave her the monocle from alastor design cause I thought it made more sense for her? Like, if anyone is gonna have the one eyed visual aid it’s gonna be the bitch with one eye. It also makes her look more matured? And I gave her a moth broach to call back to her moth inspo.
Annnd that’s it! I’ll be working on the next batch soon, which will likely have husk and sir pentious, if you have any other people you wanna see lmk!
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Today’s Maid of the Day: Labrynth Servant Arianna from Yu-Gi-Oh!
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Vampire Diluc. Or is he??
//october thoughts intensify//
(cute thoughts I had about diluc and his vampire features. Mentions of blood and biting of course. it's just fluff and very slight angst.)
❤️🦇❤️
"I've heard it from the maids! He ate that poor animal. Last night!"
"Is he the one who killed all of the flock?"
"have you ever looked into his eyes? I got shivers. They're red as blood."
"that's what I'm telling you. I saw that with my own eyes. Two pointy marks. On his neck"
"He gets out to work before dawn, he stays in the tavern all day, and waits for the sun to set before coming back home... I don't think I need to say more."
"is that why he's so pale?"
"Are you sure the voices aren't a bother?" You asked him, feeling bad.
"No, my love. I've always had voices about me on people's mouths... I promise, I'm used to it". He was smiling, leaning forward to place a soft kiss behind your ear. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine."
You sighed. He was always so caring. Too caring... Considering what you've done. "But it's my fault and I don't want to see you suffer because of me. You already- you keep me alive... At what cost?"
"Are you trying to discuss business with me? Talking about prices?" He sounded so calm.
"you know what I mean..."
"i've already done the math, love"
Your eyes, red just like his, were following his lips as he talked. Then they focused on his hands, wrapped around your cold ones.
"look at me" he demanded. "Tell me if I'm under your hypnosis"
"no"
"that's right"
His eyes, were permanently red. Since the day you first tasted him.
"My math says that if I pay with a bunch of blood every week I buy more time with the person I love. And most importantly, I keep you alive."
You were defeated. Despite those romantic words, you still felt the guilt tightening your stomach.
"but the fault... My fault. You keep taking my faults"
He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes "shut uuuup"
"No! Why aren't you answering me?"
He lifted his head to look at you.
"cause you're dumb. And I don't talk with dumb people"
He was taking this so lightheartedly and it made you grunt in frustration.
"I'm ruining your life"
"no you're not"
"yes I am"
"ugh" Diluc took a deep breath. He was looking so annoyed by you, which made you even madder. He was getting angry even. You saw him clench his first and then stretch his finger. He pointed his index at your face.
"do you have an idea of what I'd do for your blood sucker ass?"
"ruin your life apparently" the words came out sharp in sarcasm. Which made him laugh in an even colder "ha-ha".
He was glaring at you. Then he sighed. His finger dropped with his shoulders, almost like he was melting. His forehead dropped on your shoulder.
"I'd ruin my whole life. Yes. I'd ruin it, just-" his voice got muffled as he pressed his nose into your neck "i don't wanna lose you"
Those words hit straight into your heart. It's wrong. What he's saying its wrong. But so true for him. Your fingers interlocked with his hair.
"you won't lose me. But it'd be better if you didn't hide your struggle from me. Especially the ones that are... My fault."
"okay"
"I want to help you"
"i know"
"if there's something I can do I want to do it. Whatever. Really"
He lifted his head. He looked into your eyes. A little smirk on his face.
"can you eat that damn cat that keeps stealing the grapes"
"what?!"
#diluc#diluc genshin impact#diluc headcanons#diluc ragnvindr#genshin impact#genshin#diluc x reader#october#halloween#vampire#vampire au#vampire diluc
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Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.
Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.
Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed. - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, "Lothlorien
[ID: An edit consisting of 24 images, that are by turns mainly black and in shades of green.
1: The side of the head of a person with brown skin and black loose curls tied up in a ponytail. Their ear is edited to look pointy / 2: A bird’s view image of a green valley with a river flowing through it / 3: A thick forest / 4: Text on black background, reading: “an elven maid there was of old, a shining star by day” / 5: White blossoms on a branch / 6: A bird of prey’s wing / 7: A statue’s face overgrown with vines / 8: Bare branches in the dark / 9: Text on black backgroun, reading: “ her mantle white was hemmed with gold, her shoes of silver-grey” / 10: A water-lily on a pond / 11: A waterfall in a forest / 12: A statue of a woman, standing amongst plants / 13: A white cape with fine embroidery / 14: A light-skinned person’s feet stepping into a forest creek with flowers on the surface / 15: Sunlight falling through tree branches / 16: Text on black background that reads “A star was bound upon her brows, a light was on her hair” / 17: White butterflies in front of black background / 18: A waterfall joining into a pond / 19: A person with dark skin wearing a semi- translucent white dress and walking amongst white flowers / 20: Stars in the night sky / 21: Text on black background reading “As sun upon the golden boughs of Lorien the fair” / 22: A bamboo forest / 23: A small waterfall / 24: The lover half of a brown-skinned person’s face, their dark hair windswept behind them / End ID]
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Time to save them all, Chapter 3
June 11th 1978
Harry had since moved from the forbidden forest and was now walking down the streets of Diagon alley. He was in desperate need for a hot shower and a decent meal so a night in the leaky cauldron was his best bet.
The 70s were quite a fun time in Harry’s opinion. There were people of all genders wearing bell bottoms, heels and tight shirts with messy hair and lots of denim and leather. He imagined a younger version of his uncle Sirius wearing these muggle clothes and dragging the marauders to Bowie and Queen concerts, like he detailed in the future.
The wizard world hadn’t changed much. He still saw people in robes and pointy hats, mostly the same stores occupying the same places. The only difference he could find were the different quidditch players plastered on posters.
Although he was in a time before his birth, he felt comfortable here.
Harry could see the effects of destroying 2 horcruxs this early on in the did. Deatheaters were becoming violent (more than they already were) and we're hunting down anybody who could possibly be connected.
He knew where the next horcrux was, with Bellatrix Lestrange. She wouldn’t have put the Hufflepuff cup in her vault yet, that would happen in a few days. Hopefully, he would be able to steal and destroy it while they were on their way to Gringots (as apperating there would be near impossible considering the curse on the item).
Harry hoped luck would again be on his side.
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June 11th 1978 - 20:03
A strong sense of euphoria flooded Harry’s body. Hot steaming water relaxed his tired and dirt covered muscles. The mud that was previously stuck to him, was now circling the drain in a mucky spiral.
After a long soak, Harry retreated to his plush bed and warm meal delivered by the maid. In his search for horcruxes, Harry had been deprived of the common pleasantries of comfort, cleanliness and edible food. The sweet relief of experiencing them again was a strong kind of joy.
Sleep succumbed to Harry as he laid curled up in the thick sheet of the leaky cauldron.
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June 13th 1978
Today was the day. The day he would destroy the hufflepuff cup and show himself to the death eaters. Harry had spent the previous day working on a plan (and enjoying his last chance of comfort for a long while).
Bellatrix would come in through the front entrance of Gringotts and be met at the door by the goblin in charge of her family's vault, where she would hide the cup.
There was no way Harry could attack her inside of Gringotts so before was the best bet. She would most likely be travelling with a few death eaters, since Voldemort would be extremely cautious after two of his horcrux have already been destroyed. His wand couldn’t be tranced since it probably hadn’t been made at this time or is sitting in one of the boxes at Olivander’s, collecting dust. Harry set a trap late last night, a distraction to entice panic and to avoid his face being plastered on every wall.
Merlin, he hoped this would work.
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June 13th 1978 - 10:01
Harry hid in the alleyway a few stores down from Gringotts. A long black cloak was draped over his body and a red Grifindor scarf wrapped around the bottom half of his face. The only thing out in the open was his glasses, covered eyes.
The familiar fuzzing sound of apperation sounded through his ears. There she was, walking directly towards Gringotts with four deatheaters around her.
It was time.
With a flick of his wand the plan commenced.
A deafening bang sounded out through Diagon alley. An explosion on the steps on Gringotts was a great distraction. A heavy cloud of smoke rapidly spread through the streets. The doors to the bank were blocked with debris.
Harry ran through the smoke and into the chaos. The five death eaters were close together and about to escape before Harry took his chance.
“Avada Kedavra.”
A bright green flash hit one of the Bellatrix's guards. Dead.
When the others looked for their attacker, a void of mist covered him from sight. A spell shot off from a different direction.
“Sectumsempra.”
The bleeding body of the death eater was laid on the ground, close to death.
“Go on, get them!”
Bellatrix let out a loud screech before the last two ran into the mist. Green flashes burned through the fog before the death eaters' bodies were thrown at her feet.
A laugh came out of the woman’s mouth, crazed and deranged.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
She twised and turned around to spot her attacker, growing more paranoid by the second. A wand dug into the side of her neck.
“This is for Sirius, Crucio!”
Screams echoed out of Bellatrix, the burning hot pain was so strong she didn’t notice the bag she once held was missing from her hand. When the spell was released, she staggered up to her feet and manically yelled.
“GET BACK HERE YOU FILTHY TRAITOR!!!”
A giant black mass erupted out of the mist and swallowed her up.
Dead.
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June 13th 1978 - 10:11
Harry’s body collapsed against the stone wall. Another horcrux down and more death eaters dead. All he needed to do now was grab his bag from the leaky cauldron and run as fast as he could to somewhere safe. As he stood up, a voice sounded out from behind him.
“Don’t move.”
Shit.
This could end badly, especially if it’s someone he meets in the future.
“Turn around.”
Harry slowly turned around to face his attacker and was surprised by what he saw. The man in front of him resembled a young Sirius but less muscular. His features were more defined and his hair was more curly and a lighter shade of brown. Harry was confused at the identity of the man in front of him before he realised.
Regulus Black.
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I'm also obsessed with the medicine seller from mononoke he's so weird and his lack of clear motivations for anything makes me want to choke him in a curious and enthralled way. I also am a dorohedoro enjoyer.... orz
I AM NOT IMMUNE TO THE WHITE-HAIRED ANIME MAN WITH UNCLEAR INTENTIONS AND POINTY EARS!!!! i initially started the show because the art style looked cool and i love a plot that's pure Vibes, but as soon as he came on screen i was just,,, consumed with lust. i would like to put him in a jar and shake him around a little. perhaps be a cute maid or attendant at a mansion or inn he's exorcising and be slowly convinced that the only way i'll ever be safe from restless spirits is if i stay by his side unconditionally. the medical kink is once again rearing it's ugly head i'm afraid.
#just to be clear i would not recommend the show to anyone just looking for#idk a hot guy to oogle or something#it's got Themes#Poinent Themes at that#but if you're down to feel Weird about motherhood then go for it ig#luckily i'm into that but y'know air on the side of caution#personal#anon ask
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