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beansprean · 2 years

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I’ve literally been thinking about this concept for months, I want Guillermo to start demanding petty shit like this!! He’s my best friend he’s my pal, my homeboy, my rotten soldier, he’s my sweet cheese, my good time boy-

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: Comic panels cut into various sections. Panel 1: Guillermo, wearing a blue and red sweater over a button up and tan chinos, stands in the fancy room mid-conversation, hip cocked, arms crossed, looking imperious as he starts, “If I do this for you-“ Nadja interrupts him, sitting on the loveseat to his right and waving a dismissive hand. “Yes, yes, Guillermo, what do you want now?” She is wearing a black silk dress with big mutton sleeves and a full skirt under a pink patterned waistcoat, sheer lace at her throat and making up the sleeves from the mutton to the wrist, where there is a pleated black cuff. She also has a large red-violet bow at her neck, multiple silver rings, her usual red lipstick and nails, sparkly silver eyeshadow, and her hair half-up in pigtails. 2: Close up of Guillermo, surrounded by sparkles as he forms a dimpled smirk, hands unfolding to be held up in offer. He says, “I want each of you… to give me a genuine compliment.” Three speech bubbles immediately invade from offscreen, saying “Absolutely not.” “Fucking guy!” and “Are you fucking kidding me?”

3: Reverse shot; Guillermo turns his back on the room to face the viewer again, shrugging casually as he replies, “Alright! Figure it out on your own then…” Behind him on the left, Laszlo leans with one hand on a side table, rolling his eyes. He is wearing a red-violet cravat and patterned pink waistcoat to match Nadja’s under a dark blue pea coat. There is a layer of lace matching Nadja’s sleeves over the lapels and pockets, and he is wearing various silver rings along with his usual black nails. Nandor stands center in the background, grimacing as he nervously fiddles his fingers together. He is wearing a brown knee-length belted coat, large cuffs turned out at the elbows and gold buttons down the center. The tighter brick red of his undershirt is visible from wrists to elbows and peeking out between each button on his chest. He also has a darker red cravat, silver stone ring on his right forefinger, and large gold ring on his left pinky. He glances over as Nadja stands up from the loveseat to glare at the back of Guillermo’s head and yells “Fine, you needy little maláko!”

4: Close up of Nadja on a red and gold background, smiling innocently, eyes closed, with both hands held up in a shrug as she offers smugly “You are a capable bodyguard.” Speech bubbles from the others with little floating heads invade the panel from offscreen. Nandor, looking sad, says, “Nadja! I was going to use that one…” Laszlo, smiling with a little heart, says “Good one, my dark darling!” Guillermo, looking unimpressed but unwilling to push for a better adjective, hesitates and says “…Thank you. Laszlo?” 5: Close up of Laszlo on a thoughtful teal background, leaning his head back with closed eyes and holding both hands together in a prayer position over his mouth. He takes a moment to hum to himself, eyebrows scrunching together as he struggles to think of something.

5: Wide shot of the whole room. On the left, Laszlo leans forward and thrusts his folded hands out, declaring, “You have a plush and bounceable arse that has invaded my mind more than once while musing in my woodshed.” In the background, Nandor, looking increasingly anxious, throws his arms out in alarm and whines, “Laszlo!!” Nadja gives her husband a nod and a thumbs up. Guillermo, next to her, has his head bent down as he digs a thumb are forefinger into his eyes, glasses pushed up on his extremely red face. He sighs out, “I’ll…I’ll take it.”

6: Close up on Nandor as a speech bubble from offscreen calls, “Nandor, you’re up.” Nandor grimaces, shoulders up to his ears, as his fangs nervously chomp at his lower lip and his eyes dart searchingly to the side. He groans aloud in uncertainty “Ummm…eeuurghh…" and thinks to himself "Nice things… about… Guillermo…” In the background behind him, sepia-toned images of Guillermo pop up to aid his memory. A close up of Guillermo’s hand dragging a brush through Nandor’s hair. A tiny Guillermo holding a feather duster, the scent of blood wafting from his neck proclaiming ‘yum yum!’ A knife embedding itself in a painting of Nandor and John. Guillermo’s ass stretching out a pair of green chinos as he moves, surrounded by sparkles. Guillermo’s fist, dripping with blood. Guillermo grinning as he confidently explains to Nandor how to make an airtight wish. Guillermo, eyes hidden behind opaque glasses, yanking a bloody stake from an unwitting victim.

7: Wide shot of the whole room. Nandor, face blank, head empty, holds out his hands and offers “Yooouuuuuuuuu seem very…durable.” Laszlo, now having walked over to stand near his wife, raises his eyebrows at Nandor with a smile and pipes up with an interested “Ohoo?” A thought bubble from him just contains the words “sex thoughts”. Nadja gestures towards Nandor with one hand and exclaims with irritation, “He’s a human, Nandor. My giagia had liverspots more durable than him!” In the foreground, Guillermo turns his back on his roommates and stalks away with an irritated expression and says “I really don’t know what I expected from you guys.” /end ID

#wwdits #nandermo #mlm #guillermo de la cruz #what we do in the shadows fx #what we do in the shadows #my art #fanart #comic #image described

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bluebblurry · 1 year

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The Bad Boys and their soulmates

(Someone already made something like this but i wanna write my own lmao.)

“Etho.” Joel nearly spat out the name like it was poisonous. It no longer came with a soft gaze, but rather his own reflection in pitch black sunglasses. Joel’s bangs covered his eyebrows, and his mouth was set in an indifferent line. How was Etho supposed to read him like this..?

“Hi Joel!” Etho greeted anyway, his voice chipper and smiley. “I’m likin’ the leather vest. It really works for you.”

Joel huffed, his sword disappearing from his hand. He didn’t blush, like he used to when Etho would compliment him, only kept the same guarded expression.

How dare he keep playing with my emotions like this! Joel quietly seethed. Etho was being cruel– pitying him. Joel clenched his fists. He knew he never meant anything to Etho, they had been stuck together. So why, oh why, did Etho have to keep hurting him like this?

“Etho,” Joel tried again, his voice darker this time, “once I hit red, you are done for.” It was both a threat and a promise.

Etho smirked, nothing innocent in his eyes. “Hmm.. you gonna ravish me with charged Red passion..?” He teased. He knew Joel didn’t mean it like that, but he was desperately hoping it would break whatever wall Joel was trying to build between them.

Joel didn’t even react. At least, that’s how it seemed to Etho. Joel’s insides were burning, with excitement or anger he wasn’t sure. He scoffed. “Just watch your back.” He nearly growled.

The air was charged with buzzing static, and Etho hated it.

*****

“Jimmy!” Jimmy heard his name being whisper-shouted. He glanced at his two teammates asleep in the triple bed. If it wasn’t them, then who would be calling for him in the middle of the night??

“Jim!!” The voice spoke again, a little louder. Jimmy’s sleep-deprived mind raced through the list of server members, trying to think of who could possibly need him. He huffed quietly, figuring it was someone looking for an easy prank target. Until..

“My rancher, are you up there..?”

It was Tango.

IT WAS TANGO!!

Jimmy bolted out of bed and nearly sprinted to the edge of the roof. He peered over the edge, and sure enough, there was his rancher, looking cute and very dapper in a red button down, black waistcoat, and matching black bowtie.

Jimmy smiled brightly and jumped down, water bucket in hand. He landed (not-so-gracefully) in front of Tango, instantly running up and tackling him in a giant bear hug.

Jimmy couldn’t fly here, but his wings wrapped around Tango, encasing him in a golden yellow double hug. He buried his face in the blaze’s neck, melting when he felt Tango start to purr. His tail curled around Jimmy’s ankles, just as gentle and soft as it’s always been.

Timmy and Tango had agreed not to team this season, but that didn’t stop them from missing each other.

*****

They made peace with their desert a long time ago, but they both knew they’d never have that same connection again. Especially after Grian’s.. choices in Double Life.

Scar stared up at the stupid woodland mansion, flint and steel in hand. He was still bitter. Maybe he should be going after Big B too, but Grian.. how could he just do that to him..? Sure, things weren’t the same as in Third Life, but did he really mean that little to Grian?

“Scar..?” He heard a whisper from the tree line. He whipped around, seeing the very avian he’d just been thinking of. Though, Grian didn’t look the same here. The white button down he’d taken to wearing under his sweater was gone, taking away the nice little nod to Mumbo that Scar liked to think of it as. He had a leather jacket, too big and too edgy for him. The dark glasses on top of his head were odd to see against his normally fluffy blond hair.

Grian didn’t look right like this.. without a red and white poncho and sand goggles.

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hyunsvngs · 8 months

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Have you ever thought of writing about professor lee know? Fucking an age gap guy, who wants his dck into you just because you are so careless and dumb.

ANON BABE UR INSANE FOR THIS ONE... i'm drooling at the very thought

putting this under the cut bc i got a little carried away hehe it's quite long

cw - age gap, teacher student relationship, minho is a college professor (everyone is of age!!)

you're typically a pretty good student. never top of the class, but you always pass if you put the work in. but professor lee's class? you swear you come out of every lecture feeling stupider than when you entered. not because he's a bad teacher - to be honest, you didn't know shit about his teaching. you'd never listened to a single word that came out of his pretty mouth. how could you, when he stood there at the front of the room, in his tweed jackets and cosy jumpers and horn rimmed glasses? and the day he came in wearing that slutty little waistcoat? all you could think about was tearing it off him.

"alright, everyone, that's it for today. have a great weekend. oh - y/n, could you see me for a moment before you leave?"

were you dreaming? why did he want to speak to you? before that moment, you hadn't been completely sure he knew your name. visions flashed through your head - he grips your wrist, marched you to his office, undresses you-

you urged yourself to get a fucking grip before your cheeks were bright red. he was rifling through some papers at the lectern, paying you no mind. "um, yes, professor lee?"

"y/n." he looked up at you. his eyes were stern, his mouth a flat line. "i think we need to have a discussion about your engagement in class."

"my... my engagement?" you felt absolutely dumbstruck, being this close to him. this was the man you fucked every single night in your dreams, and he was staring straight at you, his gaze chilling.

he only sighed at your bewildered expression. "yes, your engagement. i've seen your grades for other classes - you clearly have potential. but you're not meeting it in my class... monday afternoon, come see me in my office. we'll have a talk about getting you to where you need to be." with that, he picked up his briefcase and marched out of the lecture hall, leaving you completely and utterly perplexed.

you spent the majority of your weekend with your hand between your thighs. honestly, you must've broken some kind of masturbation world record. you couldn't get professor lee off your mind at the best of times, but the anticipation of monday's meeting was truly driving you insane. you and him, in the confined space of his office. his steely stare penetrating you to your very core. would he bend you over his desk? would he be wearing that waistcoat? would he keep it on while he fucked you? you were getting carried away again. you sighed, delving your hand back into your underwear.

monday afternoon rolled around, finally, and you were already wet as you knocked on his office door. you swore you could've came on the spot as you stepped inside. it smelled like old books, cedar, musk. and the man behind the desk... no waistcoast, regrettably. no tweed jacket either. no tie, no sweater, no cardigan. just the professor, in a white button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and top two buttons undone. you'd never seen him so casually dressed. it felt so intimate, you could've died. your heart raced as you sat down before his desk.

"why my class, y/n? my class is the only one where your grades are slipping like this. is there something about my teaching style that isn't working for you?"

"no, i don't think so - i don't know -" god, you were pathetic around him.

he gave you a wry smile, crossing his arms over his chest. "come on. i know you're not stupid. it's just, you always seem so distracted..."

"maybe," you squeaked.

his eyes got gentler, his smile softer. he reached across the desk, giving your arm a gentle tap. "i want to help you succeed, y/n. tell me what's bothering you."

were you just paranoid? he was looking at you like he knew. he couldn't know. could he? was he going to expel you on the spot?

"nothing's bothering me."

"come on, i'm your professor. you can talk to me." you said nothing. "do you know how many years i've been teaching for? a lot. i know how to tell when a student is attracted to me." still, you couldn't speak. you couldn't get a read on him - was he angry? indifferent? was he... interested?

"look, i just need to know. are you able to engage with my lectures, without getting lost in your daydreams about my cock? or do i need to fuck you and get things over and done with?"

"w-what?"

"the choice is yours. leave my office and we'll forget the whole thing, if you want? but..." he smirked at you. "something tells me you're not going to do that."

you were in a haze. you could only nod. had you ever been this horny before? it was like an out-of-body experience. he stood, leaned over the desk, took ahold of your jaw and kissed you, and you felt yourself ascend.

you were on your knees before you knew it, as your professor unbuckled his belt. it was so much bigger than you could've hoped. you took him into your mouth, into your throat, until your nose was pushed into the bristles of his pubes. you could've sucked on it for hours - you would've, if he hadn’t tugged on your hair, pulling you off him.

"on the desk. clothes off." you complied eagerly. he spread your legs as you lay back on the surface, thumb drawing circles on your clit. "you're so swollen down here. you been touching yourself, thinking of me?"

he wasted no time, giving you exactly what you needed. you felt like he was splitting you in half. his thrusts were deep and fast, hammering your g-spot each time. you cried out in pleasure, overwhelm, and absolute ecstacy.

"look at you, sweetheart. so fucking dumb over your professor's dick. is this what you needed, hm? this what you've been dreaming about all semester?"

"y-yeah, yes sir, fuck!"

you came around his cock embarrassingly fast, your wetness flooding him, splashing onto his abdomen. he fucked you through your orgasm, tears leaking from your eyes at the overstimulation.

"in my mouth? please? taste your cum?" you babbled.

he laughed at you. "has my dick made you dumber? you gonna start failing all your classes now?"

"maybe - don't know, don't care - gimme cum, please-"

he shook his head in amusement. "so desperate." he did as you asked, though, pulling out and bringing his dick back to your mouth. you suckled on the tip like a lollipop, swiping your tongue around the head, across the tip, the frenulum. he tangled his hand in your hair, holding tight as he came on your tongue, grunting as he did so.

"thank you, professor," you panted.

he got you a bottle of water, helped you to sip it, handed you a towel to get yourself cleaned up.

"now," he said, zipping his trousers back up. "get yourself up to a c-grade, and i'll fuck you again. but until then, you're getting nothing more from me. okay?"

you nodded. "okay."

"you're not as dumb as you look, darling. put your horniness aside for five minutes and study. i'll see you in class tomorrow," he said, ushering you out of his office.

"thank you, professor lee," you mumbled, still so fucking cock-dumb.

"you're welcome. study hard, y/n."

you had no fucking idea how you'd ever focus on schoolwork ever again. but you'd find a way. the reality had been even better than your dreams, somehow, and you'd fucking die if you never got another taste.

#billy's asks ☆#sweet baby anon #lee minho #lee know #stray kids #minho smut #lee know smut

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pherelesytsia · 1 year

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Coming Home for Christmas

Pairing: Modern/Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Returning home late after a rough day, Thomas arrives in an empty living room and not even the dog greets him.

Warning: Just Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n:. Requests are open!!!

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

The smell of gingerbread, mulled wine sweeter than honey, roasted apples and a hint of cinnamon was lingering in the air and greeted the blue-eyed man into the stone walls he called his home. The fairy lights, a soft yellow hue, illuminated the hallway, and the man placing the shoes next to the door heard hush voices singing a Christmas song.

Reindeer with stately antlers, fluffy scarves and red hats stood on the high and low wooden shelves next to elves with dangling feet in high brownish boots and wide smiles. Snow melted under the warm touch. His hands were tucked in the trouser pockets, and Thomas walked on with an ever-growing smile on his lips.

No barking, no friendly voices greeted him, but Thomas felt her presence in the tranquil house at the end of the world. He peered into every room, hoping she was there, but to his horror, Y/N was not in any of the lavishly decorated rooms connected by the long hallway leading into the living room.

The three nutcrackers in red uniform saluted. The sound of burning wood filled his mind. Dark strands stuck to his forehead. The tip of his nose was shimmering red as his cheeks. The fairy lights were switched off and the only source of light except the dying fire was the moonlight seeping in narrow streams through the curtains, but Thomas saw clearly. The mantelpiece seat, which once held pictures in wooden frames, was decorated with elves, wooden figures, and a small gingerbread house with crooked windows and missing candies. The Christmas tree, decorated with red and burgundy baubles, some of them adorned with trees, presents, bows and various vine-shaped ornaments, stood in the far corner.

Thomas tiptoes around the house, hoping and guessing his wife was resting on the sofa, waiting patiently for his arrival wrapped in a soft blanket in a bed of cushions. The smile faded away. Crumbs were on the plate with golden shimmery appliques. The blanket was warm, and the Shelby knew his wife and children had spent the night on the couch watching clad in ugly Christmas sweaters movies. Her name did not escape his lips. He turned to the table and strolled towards the stairs leading to the first floor, guessing the children were sleeping. He undid the buttons of his coat, took it off and threw it over the chair, loosened the tie and undid the darkish buttons of the waistcoat matching the rest of the well-fitting suit. He rolled up the sleeves until his muscular upper arms stretched the fine material.

At the sight of the richly set plate, a bad feeling spread through his heart. He pressed his lips to a fine line, gasped, cursed like a banshee and wished he could be a wizard and turn back time with the wave of a wand and return in time for dinner, as promised. The fork was stuck in the depths of the dish. Y/N had eaten little, but Thomas knew his wife, knew she had lost her appetite at the sight of the empty place at her side. Swiftly, he followed the stairs, took two steps at a time, and slowed his pace as he passed the closed doors leading into the children's rooms. He leaned to the side, exhaled, heard nothing and did not open the doors adorned with letters shaped into names.

With every step he took towards the bedroom at the end of the long corridor, the voices telling a story grew louder, a fairy tale he knew almost by heart. Thomas could not count on two hands how often he had watched the movie with the children and if he had to watch it again, then he would it without a mobile phone in his hand, would not comment on the wish but enjoy the joy of his children, and would even encourage them to watch it again.

Thomas braced himself. A weak excuse mirroring the others rested on his lips. The two simple words did not escape. His heart and the cares of everyday life melted away, turned to gold touched by flames. His fingers brushed back his hair. Thomas smiled, leaning against the doorframe with a frown. The candle spreading, the scent of apples and cinnamon burned. The sleeping, peaceful, nearly untroubled faces were lit by the dimmed glow of the television. He muffled the chuckle with his hand.

The three of them were all in the same pyjamas, red with presents, green dotted and with cheering elves, and the mother among them was wearing her hair like the daughter in pigtails. The wood moaned under his touch. The children were sleeping peacefully. The dog was snoring. Gasping, Y/N´s eyes shot open, but before she could scream for help and beg for mercy, her heart calmed. Smiling, the young mother huffed and leaned back into the pile of dozens of pillows. The drowsiness was gone. She stretched, and shook her head in disbelief. Y/N freed herself from the strong grip of the children hidden under various blankets, sleeping peacefully, and crawled closer to her husband.

"I didn't mean to scare you, my love." Thomas breathed.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, the feared Shelby approached the bed, couldn't take his eyes off of the children sleeping with legs and arms outstretched and he wouldn't be surprised if Y/N asked him to massage her aching back the next morning.

"I called you. I was worried about you." Y/N whispered.

She didn't want it to sound like an accusation, but it was.

"I'm sorry, my love. My phone ran out of battery, I couldn't charge it and there was traffic. I was stuck downtown for at least an hour. I didn't forget and I'm sorry, I should have left earlier." he spoke low.

Thomas settled on the edge of the bed, exhaled and leaned forward, reaching for her hand adorned with a ring mirroring his.

"Tomorrow, I will make it up to you, to all of you. I have a day off. And I've left my work phone in the car, it'll be there all day.", "I'm sure the kids will be happy and I doubt you'll find a place here." Y/N joked, pointing at the children taking up more and more space.

Thomas laughed, a wry grin spreading across his lips.

"I thought.", "That I would be mad? I am yet I know you are working so hard for your family.” she started.

Exhaling, she settled in front of her husband, clasped his hands and smiled.

"I would be lying if I said that I am not upset and the children are not disappointed. We were waiting for you. We couldn't reach your brothers. I nearly called the police and the hospital." Y/N gulped.

Fear spread in his gaze and before he could pronounce another apology, she silenced him.

"You are an adult, but we should have rules. Maybe you can come home around seven. The children go to bed around eight during the week. They would at least see you for one hour in the evening. Perhaps we could take the children to school and kindergarten in the morning and have breakfast on some days, once or twice a week. At the weekend, you could cut down on work." Y/N murmured, not frightened.

He smiled weakly, nodded, knew she was right.

"Will you at least think about it?" she asked. "I don't demand an answer today, nor tomorrow, or in the next few hours. It would do the children, you and our marriage good." Y/N added briefly.

Her fingers brushed over his skin, saw in his eyes that he was thinking about what she had said.

"I will think about it and I will try to come home on time and take the children to the schools with you twice a week.", "I'm looking forward to it, and the children will be surprised to see you seated at the table tomorrow," she spoke.

Closing her eyes, Y/N leaned into his touch as his thumb danced over her cheek.

"Are you tired?" he breathed into her ear, and Y/N answered with a shake of her head.

"I fell asleep before the children." she added.

She brushed the traces of the thawed snow away.

"We haven't seen each other all week. I could order us a pizza and wine; we could sleep on the sofa and watch a movie like in the good old days and tomorrow I'll surprise you and the kids with breakfast." Thomas asked.

No answer escaped. Clasping her hand, Thomas helped his Y/N to climb out of bed. He embraced her, cradled his wife against his chest and guided her quietly out of the master bedroom, closed the door, breathed a sweet kiss on her cheek and whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

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oboetemasuka · 25 days

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I tweaked the guys' outfits in the anniversary art.

[Image ID: (Left) The guys with tweaked outfits. Mikoto has an asymmetrical expression, with his right eye a little more tense. His right shoe is tied looser. Kazui has a bowtie and a waistcoat under his suit jacket. Shidou has a turtleneck sweater under his suit jacket. Fuuta has his collar loose and his tie untied. Haruka has his shoelaces loose. (Right) The guys wearing the girls' outfits. Haruka is wearing Amane's outfit. Fuuta is wearing Muu's school uniform. Shidou is wearing Mahiru's dress and blazer. Mikoto is wearing Yuno's uniform. Kazui is wearing Kotoko's suit. /end ID]

Close-ups, perhaps? Under the cut.

Outfit tweaks

New outfits

#milgram #haruka sakurai #fuuta kajiyama #shidou kirisaki #kazui mukuhara #mikoto kayano #sketch

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pockykierra · 2 months

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Sneak Peek for Saying The Quiet Part Aloud Chapter Four

Thank you all for your patience while I write this chapter! I've had a lot of Stuff™ happening recently - nothing bad, just a lot of life taking up my writing time! I do have a good portion of the chapter written, but it still might be just a bit before it is released.

In the meantime, I do have a one-shot I should be posting soon, and I also have this small little sneak peek under the cut! I hope you all enjoy!

“She is,” Crowley said, a hint of pride creating an upward inflection in his tone.

Almost as beautiful as you.

Aziraphale blushed, turning quickly from Crowley and nervously smoothing at his clothes. How incredibly hard it still was for Aziraphale to believe it was him who Crowley thought about. A man as handsome, wealthy, and well connected as him surely had equally handsome, wealthy, and well connected people to surround himself with. Entrepreneurs, business owners, models, royalty, for Heaven's sake - the elite of the elite.

And yet-

It was Aziraphale who Crowley thought about. Aziraphale who lived comfortably but was by no stretch of the imagination wealthy. Aziraphale who wore button-up pants, outdated waistcoats, and occasionally sweaters if he was feeling particularly adventurous. Aziraphale who abhorred meeting new people.

Aziraphale who was plain.

Aziraphale who did nothing exciting - nothing, ever - because he was scared.

But still, Crowley thought of Aziraphale. Not just thought of, but fantasized about - he imagined doing things that stirred desires seated deep within Aziraphale, ones he would have never thought himself to have. The scenes he envisioned made Aziraphale’s legs shake and his cock twitch with needy, pathetic interest. They were fiction, not reality - but they were about Aziraphale. And that made it all the better (or perhaps, all the worst).

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens fanfiction #aziracrow #good omens 2 #please ignore any grammar mistakes or spelling errors I haven't really done that yet lmao #I'm excited for this chapter though!#and I hope you all enjoy it (and the oneshot I'm working on) once it comes out!#crowley #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #fanfiction

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fibula-rasa · 1 year

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Would never describe myself as "a bright little patriot" but an all-black outfit with a grape-colored bag absolutely sounds like something I would wear

What are you wearing?

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Photoplay, December 1941

Be a bright little patriot and take your color cue from your state flower for the gayest-hued season that's ever dazzled America

BY MARIAN H. QUINN

Alabama…goldenrod

A bright gold wool furless coat with a taupe belt

Arizona…saguaro cactus

Be as draught-resistant and as showy in the Lasso boots on page 60* — maybe a pair of red ones

Arkansas…apple blossom

The apple-blossom pink and blue wool striped collars and cuffs on your wool dress

California…golden poppy

The gold buttons you'll wear on anything; maybe they'll be massive carved ones for your suit

Colorado…columbine

A purple crepe lining for your black day suit

Connecticut…mountain laurel

The new plaid combination — purple with mountain-laurel pink, navy blue and white

Delaware…peach blossom

A wool dress the color of peach blossoms under your dark coat.

Florida…orange blossom

A needlepoint purse worked in orange-blossom pattern

Georgia…cherokee rose

A simple white crepe dinner skirt; a sweater of yellow pailettes

Idaho…syringa

White or cream rayon slipper satin waltz dress; wear a black snood and black gloves with it

Illinois…wood violet

Violet silk stockings (honest!) with your violet evening dress

Indiana…zinnia

Be as vivid in a bright orange or red hat worn with black

Iowa…wild rose

Sequins forming a pattern of roses all over your evening bag

Kansas…sunflower

Bright woolen jacket of orange; matching orange gloves

Kentucky…goldenrod

Circular yoke of gold crocheted yarn topping a black wool

Louisiana…magnolia

Magnolia-pink rose on the big pillow muff of black lace you'll carry with your chemise dress

Maine…pine cone

New combination of pine-cone brown with baroque pink

Maryland…black-eyed susan

Smart suit: A black jacket with a yellow skirt

Massachusetts…mayflower

Interpret it broadly; be shipshape in a wine middy-top dress

Michigan…apple blossom

Pale pink crepe blouse; deeper pink jacket; black skirt

Minnesota…moccasin flower

Soft-soled moccasins of gold-trimmed white kid for dancing

Mississippi…magnolia

Pink velvet piping on your black dress

Missouri…hawthorn

A waist-length red velvet cape trimmed with jet for evening

Montana…bitterroot

A whole suit of peachy pink for the tea-dancing hour

Nebraska…goldenrod

The gold service insignia of your beau on the left-hand (nearest the heart) glove

Nevada…sagebrush

Sage-green shoes to go with a sage-green monotone costume

New Hampshire…purple lilac

Clogs of purple satin for your purple dance dress

New Jersey…violet

A purple felt hat with your dark blue wool suit

New Mexico…yucca

A creamy white dog collar of pearls to make you as imposing

New York…rose

Red-as-the-rose red with black; perhaps knitted red gloves

North Carolina…oxeye daisy

A snow-white angora felt cloche with a yellow grosgrain band

North Dakota…wild prairie rose

Belt with a buckle that's made of a cowhide prairie-wagon wheel

Ohio…scarlet carnation

Carnation-red wool jacket piped in black to wear with a black skirt

Oklahoma…mistletoe

The dress on page 63**; wear it and see what happens

Oregon…Oregon grape

A grape-colored suede bag, only contrast to an all-black outfit

Pennsylvania…mountain laurel

Pink brushed-wool hat for your dark suit

Rhode Island…violet

A violet plaid tweed coat

South Carolina…jessamine

Over your black dress wear a tight-waisted tunic of yellow wool

South Dakota…pasqueflower

A purple wool suit and its surefire accessory—a yellow sweater or blouse

Tennessee…iris

The lining of the black peplum on your black wool, a blue as deep as the iris

Texas…bluebonnet

Blue suede gloves, blue velvet bag as an accessory team

Utah…sego lily

The white and orange cockade of finely pleated ribbon on your red velour hat

Vermont…red clover

A clover-red corduroy dress

Virginia…dogwood

A creamy satin waistcoat to wear over a black-velvet skirt

Washington…rhododendron

Deep pink snakeskin gloves to match the belt on a black dress

W. Virginia…great rhododendron

Combine a pale pink with Dublin green in a jacket; wear it over a nut-brown dress

Wisconsin…violet

Dog collar of purple velvet on your beige dress

Wyoming…Indian paintbrush

A harlequin necklace; one side orange-red, one side green

*aforementioned boots for Arizona:

**aforementioned dress for Oklahoma:

#photoplay #film magazine #movie magazine #vintage style #vintage fashion #1940s #1941 #forties #40s #maureen o'hara #ootd #vintage inspiration

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ADA Sigma Masterpost

General Design Notes and Headcanons (not limited to ADA design)

Gender: Nonbinary; goes by they/them (or other gender-neutral forms of address) but doesn’t really care what/how people refer to them

Build/body type: Androgynous, rectangular but delicate (think middle school boys before puberty sets in properly when they are just all arms and legs with little definition), drooped shoulders

Height: They are actually 5’6” (the heels give them 3 inches and then the hair even more, so they come across a lot taller than they really are)

Design Details (not necessarily limited to ADA design)

Ponytail and coat are sparkly on the underside (refence to original waistcoats design)

Delicate glasses, 3 links down the glasses chain there is a sigma (math symbol)

Bullet earrings (This is canon to me)

Fancy-ass tie tie to match hair parting

Tie clip they use to pull back their bangs on late nights

Has two guns in holsters on their back (lord knows they need them)

Waistcoat got shorter and has hardware on the ends

Sweater has thumbholes

Open flare pants with double buttons

Mid-calf stockings held up with sock garters

Coat is backless under caplet to allow easy access to firearms

Nails are painted a opalescent periwinkle, they match the little mother of pearl diamonds on the earrings/glasses chain

Diamond shaped face but with a youthful softness to it, delicate facial features

Straight shortish brows

Heavily lidded half-diamond shaped eyes the color of a pastel sunset (canon gave me too many color options so I chose them all)

Diamond shaped nose

Thin lips/small mouth perpetually in a slight pout

Dimond shaped catchlights in hair/eyes (can you tell I’m going hard on the diamond motif yet)

Due to their combination of facial features they either look sleepy or mildly exasperated most of the time (Ima Sigma resting-bitch-face truther and I cannot lie)

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ADA Sigma

Position: Accountant/Archivist

Despite not being a field operative they often do research for cases. Their ability also makes them an obvious choice for field recon/intel gathering, made more appealing by them not being a well-known ADA operative and the personability they gained form running the sky casino (seriously they are one of the only people in the agency who has normal social skills). They are frequently dragged via nagging or trickery into these extra responsibilities by the rest of the cast(Dazai or Ranpo), much to their annoyance.

ADA Relationship Dynamics

Sigma<->Ranpo: friends, research cases together

Sigma->Ranpo: admires but that awe is often trumped by the mild annoyance at being dragged into cases, he forces them to hold their ground in difficult cases

Ranpo->Sigma: one of the first to support them joining the agency because he saw them as a valuable asset, also ended up valuing them as a friend, teases them and drags them into cases but will occasionally share his sweets with them(he cares about them)

Sigma->Fukazawa: deeply respects but doesn’t know how to interact with him yet (they are the awkward middle child who is quite but eager to live up to his expectations)

Fukazawa->Sigma: quite pleased to have adopted another child, knows they can get a bit overwhelmed but trusts they will do well (asks Kunikida to keep his eye on them for that reason), grants them access to his personal library because he knows they love to learn

Sigma->Yosano: healthy respect(fear),(at time of joining does not know Yosano’s ability saved their life, once they find this out they become extremely grateful and soften towards her a bit)

Yosano->Sigma: thinks they would make an excellent drinking buddy, trying to figure out how to make that happen without intimidating them more, (eventually finds out they view her ability in a non-gruesome light and feels extremely touched/flattered)

Sigma->Kunikida: appreciates the structure he provides to the agency (and sympathizes with his valiant attempts to wrangle Dazai) but finds him a bit overwhelming

Kunikida->Sigma: annoyed that Fukazawa picked up yet another stray but genuinely wants them to do well so looks out for them in his own high stung way, works with them on their firearm proficiency

Sigma->Tanizaki siblings: finds them nice, if a bit strange

Tanizaki->Sigma: treats them nicely because he knows the ADA is a weird bunch and it can be overwhelming to be the new guy, acts a as a bit of an anchor of normalcy in that way

Naomi->Sigma: interestingly does not bristle around them, finds them charming and wants to be their friend, does their nails

Sigma->Kenji: wonders what they did to be in the presence of someone so warm and wholesome(has yet to realize that are terrifying, when they do they are surprisingly unfrazzled and just take him to get some food, they've seen worse)

Kenji->Sigma: is just his usual kind self to them (completely oblivious of his sunshine effect absolutely baffling them nearly to tears every time meet)

Sigma->Kyouka: sees her like a small kitten with sharp claws, finds her cute/sweet but can be caught a little off-guard by her at times causing them to worry for either themselves of her, empathizes with her past and because of that wants her to experience joy so subtly watches of for her, they go and get crepes together

Kyouka->Sigma: not super close but knows they care about her, doesn’t think they need to (does not verbalize this, lest the crepe outings cease), thinks they are kind of naive and finds that amusing

Sigma<->Atsushi: friends, bond over a shared sense of protectiveness for Kyouka and annoyance at Dazai, like to confide (complain) to each other

Sigma->Atsushi: admires his tenacity, empathizes with his backstory, fascinated by the resilience of the goodness in his heart, grateful that he was one of the first to validate them joining the agency

Atsushi->Sigma: teaches them how to sass Dazai, first to pipe up and defend them when necessary, complains about Akutagawa to them

Sigma->Dazai: complex feelings, grateful for recommending them to the agency (and in doing so giving them a new purpose) but he still makes them a little uncomfortable, when they eventually realize Dazai’s thank you is genuine they do not know what to think (but it does ease at least some of the tension they feel around him), goes and complains to Atsushi about it to help process(Atsushi in his infinite wisdom (ability to see though some Dazai’s bullshit and meet it with disarming earnestness) of course is the one to suggest he might have been honest to begin with)

Dazai->Sigma: the other most common culprit for dragging them into cases, teases the shit outa them (does not know how to say sorry for what he played a part in putting them through, does not even realize that he probably should, some of the teasing is defiantly a manifestation from this subconscious dissonance), does however say thank you to them for what they did in Meursault, sees a little of himself in them in their search for something to care for/purpose to exist(does feel some sort of responsibility(maybe even care) towards them, but that’s a little too soft and genuine of an emotion for him to process so he just doesn’t)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #sigma #bsd hcs #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs hcs

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Cuddling with Dazai.

- Winter morning soft cuddles with Dazai.

stuff i must mention:

fluff

genderless reader

s/o dazai

winter had hit yokohama around a week ago by now, its freezing pretty much everywhere you go. the trees like stitching around the town centre-all left with no leaves and the park covered in snow. the port mafia hq too, almost frozen in place.

its around 10:30 am when you find yourself waking up to a surprisingly cold room. it hit you, you stayed in dazais room last night instead of signing off duty and returning to your own.

youd think that dating while in the same mafia agency would cause a problem but life couldnt be better for you, everything in this moment was perfect. waking up in your boyfriends room to a comfy bed and sheets smelling of him. your eyes adjusted to your surroundings and came to your senses. the room was a little.. too.. cold...

“dazai?” you stretched your arm to dazais usual sleeping place, right next to you, and felt around, no sign of him. you struggled and yawned as you sat up and brushed your hair from your eyes. “dazaii ? dazai ?”

adjusting your shirt and underwear you slept in, you arose from your bed and yawned yet again. still getting your eyes adjusted as you were still waking up, you staggered over to the window to shut it. you approached the glossy-white framed windows and balcony doors and reached to shut one of the windows, but as you walked closer, you heard a familiar voice from below, dazai ? whats he doing down there?

you quickened your pace as you became more awake and ran to the other side of the room to grab a large sweater and some slippers. having a brisk look in your shared wardrobe, you saw your favorite of dazais sweaters, that one black one with the long fit and puffy sleeves. you put it on over your head then slipped into some bunny slippers.

back at the other side of the room, you unlocked the balcony doors and stepped out into the thick layer of snow on your balcony. the crunchy sound giving you a weirdly warm feeling. you walked closer to he edge to look over- to find out what your boyfriend was doing down there,, all the way at ground level. you could still hear his voice but couldnt quite spot him, well,, you WERE 20 floors up.

“y/n !!!” you heard a shout from noone other thant dazai himself, “over here, my love !”

you looked to your right to see him talking with akutagawa about probably business or mafia stuff, you couldnt care less, you were just cold.

dazai gave a quick smile up to you and wave, then continued speaking to akutagawa. “eh, okay. so what i was thinking was we could attack from all angles because-”

you had enough of being cold already ! so you went back inside and kicked your slippers off and kept the hoodie on but put your arms back inside to skillfully take off everything else underneath. you threw the shirt you slept in on the floor and adjusted the hoodie you had on. the soft material and the scent of dazai made you feel warm. you got back under your covers in nothing but underwear and a hoodie and wrapped yourself up again. you thought about dazai being there with you right now, warming you and cuddling you from behind. waking up without him always kinda crushed you inside, like he didnt even bother to tell you he was leaving and give you a sweet morning kiss on the lips and a tight loving hug as he leaves the bedroom to go out.

you started to drift off back to sleep even though you were so cold you felt like you were going to freeze right then and there. soon, you were fast asleep again, and the bedroom door flung open and dazai walked in and you were none the wiser.

he shivvered, as he took off his coat and waistcoat, revealing only his white button down and pants. he felt warmed from the core when he saw you, scrunched up in his own white sheets, sleeping peacefully. he decided to hop in behind you and wrap his arms around your chest. you relaxed into his touch and bent your knees so he could be your big spoon in order to keep you warm. he sighed a long and heated breath, onto the back of your neck- slidig his hands up and down your folded legs to create some friction and therefore some heat.

dazai loved you so much, and always wanted to protect you so he continued on with keeping you warm. he streched his chin out to put it on your shoulder so now, he was completely (or nearly) covering you fully, of course with the thick, white duvet too. you awoke slightly again from your interrupted sleep, but for a good reason. “dazai?” you croaked.

“baby im here, youre freezing” he cuddled you tighter.

“i-i know,” with chattering teeth you murmered, “lets cuddle”

“come here then, love” he moved back to the centre of the bed and gestured for you to accept his embrace, you turned to face him and willingly entered his open arms. you snuggled up to his warm frame and wrapped your arms around his waist, and he hugged you too. you buried your face in the crook of his neck and he placed his chin onto your head, his breathing pattern sending comforting tingles down your body. you wrapped your legs around him too- to keep as warm as possible and he couldnt help but let out a completely satisfied and happy sigh.

you cuddled and slept for about 3 and a half hours and by that time, it was time for your joint mission.

the alarm clock beeps.

beep. beep. beep. beep.

dazai yawned as he awoke, sounding completely and utterly yet simply- happy. you just made him so stupidly happy with everything you did. and he did the same for you.

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#dazai #dazaiosamu #osamudazai #dazai x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #fluff #dazai fluff #dazai x chūya #bsd dazai #dazai bsd #fluf #slice of life #port mafia #yokohama #bsd atsushi #akutagawa ryuunosuke

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90minsofscreentime · 2 years

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Now that's a Good Omen (I love you, I love you)

Why hello there~~

By golly, I really didn't deliver on the amount of Summer Bingo Prompt Fills I thought I was going to achieve, but here we are! With my Good Omens, Angel/Demon starker AU~

I'm quite proud of this one, truth be told (considering I was rushing to finish this before the deadline), so I hope it's to everyone else's enjoyment also! If you've been mentioned in this post it's because I added you to a taglist of people I'd like to check this story out! Of course, you are under no obligation to read my work if you don't want to, there will be no hard feelings~ <3

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SFSummerBingo2022 Prompt Fill ~ "Angel/Demon AU" @starkerfestivals

Rating: Explicit

“Hello, Angel.”

Beautiful, golden brown locks flounce as Peter turns his head, his hand halfway through the motion of throwing some feed into the water.

“Oh! Hello there, Anthony!” The bright, melodic ring of Peter’s voice reaches Tony’s ears. It should be annoying - especially after all these years. It isn’t. Tony smiles. “Do you still go by Anthony? I can never be quite sure.”

“You can call me Anthony if you want, Pete,” Tony approaches with his usual swagger, hips swinging from side-to-side. Walking normally is boring - sue him. “But I’ve recently taken a liking to ‘Tony’.”

Peter meets him halfway, a paper bag of duck food clutched in both hands - no doubt fattening the birds they’ve visited for hundreds of years. He’s sporting a very flattering cream sweater with a light brown collared shirt beneath it, tied together with matching cream trousers and smart brown shoes. Ever the picture of immaculate spotlessness. Tony himself is draped with his usual black blazer, t-shirt and skinny jeans - his shades a bold blood-red, just because. Colours are fun, especially when you see the world through them.

“‘Tony’,” Peter turns the name over in his mouth, trying it out, tasting it. Tony hopes it tastes nice - like whiskey and cigar smoke or something (the best flavours). “I like it. It suits you,” Peter starts walking slowly towards a park bench; their bench. “It’s got the same refinement as ‘Anthony’, but with a bit more snark - it’s rather suave, I think,” Peter hums as he sits down, his posture upright and perfect, hands politely clasped in his lap. “Yes… I like it very much.”

“Why thank you, Angel. It’s nice to know I’m still just as suave as I was during that St. James’s Court assembly way back when,” Tony muses, settling into his signature slouch on the cold wood as he recounts the memory, sitting perhaps a bit too close to his holy companion, but it’s been a while, okay? He’s excited to see an old friend, that’s all. That’s all there is to it.

“In 1812?” Peter recalls, turning to look at the demon’s sly grin. Peter, delightfully, smirks back. “I still haven’t forgiven you for that… Sneaking up on me in the middle of a social event… And you weren’t even in the proper attire for an evening ball! People were staring at you! You and your lack of any waistcoat or cravat-”

“And yet I received the most feminine attention out of all the mortal bachelors that evening,” Tony preens, interrupting the perturbed Angel. “Say what you will about ‘high class’ ladies, but they’ll drop any responsibilities or decorum at just a hint of scandal and excitement. Usually in the form of a roguish man. Or another tempting woman.” Tony murmurs, thinking back on his past flings and conquests; all the times he’s seen that unmistakable spark of lust in an innocent human’s eyes - be it towards him, or a fellow human. It’s always so much more deliciously profound when it’s towards a forbidden human too. Well, only forbidden by their earthly standards, but still, it’s one of many reasons why spreading the sin of lust is Tony’s absolute favourite pastime. Peter could use some of that , he thinks. N-Not from him of course, just, y’know, lust in general.

Peter’s lips purse a little at his words, as if he disapproves of them yet can’t help but be charmed by them at the same time. Tony’s been on the receiving end of those pursed lips for centuries now and he still hasn’t bored of seeing them. If only he could do more than just look at those plump-

“Well I don’t blame them if that is the case, the poor things - always forced to conform due to something so inconsequential as gender,” Oh, Peter. Ever the saviour of the masses. If the Angel was given creative control of the Earth, Tony has no doubt that it would be a very different, sunny, equality-ridden safe space. Very healthy. Pretty boring. “But, things are different now, thankfully. What today’s generation lacks in style it certainly makes up for in inclusion and progression.”

“Does it really?” Tony interjects, fighting back a teasing smirk.

“Oh, Anthony, stop being so pessimistic about it all,” Peter rebuts, as petulantly positive as ever.

“C’mon, you can’t honestly look at the world right now and tell me it’s so much more improved compared to what it was when we had the first-”

“Alright, I know it’s not perfect, but I just…” Peter stumbles over his next words, seemingly at a loss. Earth can do that to you; leave you scrambling for justification at its most inexplicable failings and shortcomings. Tony understands. “I… I know what these people are capable of when they are at their very best. Their most kind; their most empathetic. So I… I can’t help but hold out hope for them.” Peter’s expression turns serene, his eyes glazing over slightly as he stares down at the shimmering water of the lake. “Anyway… I know I’ve talked about this with you before a-and it doesn’t even really matter in the grand scheme of things what I think so-”

Tony leans forward. Something takes over him, be it Satan or God (hell forbid), and Tony can’t stop himself from pressing an infatuated kiss on Peter’s porcelain, perfectly smooth, oh-my-god-he’s-so-soft cheek. It’s only when Tony realises he’s actively inhaling the Angel’s perfect scent that he comes back to Earth (ha-ha) and pulls away as if burned.

They both freeze.

Shit, shit, shit–

Centuries have gone by where Tony has managed to hold off the temptation (Yikes, how ironic is that?) and this boring, mundane, 21st Century meet-up by their favourite location is what pushes him over the edge? Really?

If only his fellow demons could see him now… Heart thumping, face flushing and throat drying - all at the prospect of a petty kiss on the cheek. He’d be a laughing stock. The most pathetic demon to ever walk the grounds above Hell. A lovelorn idiot, falling for the biblical charms of the most innocent being he’s ever put up with. Fuck… I really do love him, huh…

A delicate hand reaches up slowly to ghost over the spot on Peter’s cheek that Tony can’t stop staring at. The Angel’s wide doe eyes flicker around Tony’s face, presumably searching for whatever emotion caused this unexpected occurrence.

“Wh…” Peter breathes, seemingly at a loss for words. Tony doesn’t blame him. “What… What was that for?” Peter asks genuinely. Innocently. Holding back a delirious chuckle at such guileless sincerity, Tony scrambles for something to say, still avoiding those curious, ethereal eyes.

“I just…” Tony finally glances up, his shades halfway down his nose now, painting just half of the Angel in a rosy tint, while the other half is bathed in the white rays of the midday sun. The once rouge tinged hue of his skin now glowing with purity and goodness and undeniable beauty, as painful as the sun. Tony pushes the frames back over his eyes. “I just really missed you, Angel.” The sincerity of his comment must’ve surprised Peter, his pink lips parting slightly in a silent gasp. Tony holds his breath, waiting for an inevitable slap or rebuttal or perhaps something as simple as Peter walking away until the next Millenia, but neither of them are moving.

Peter’s features slowly shift into an expression of unadulterated fondness, his eyes crinkling delightfully and his mouth smoothing into a gentle smile. Even Tony’s shades can’t disguise Peter’s unsullied brightness and, by proxy, Tony’s contaminated darkness can’t help but smirk in reply. So fucking beautiful.

“I really missed you too…” Tender fingers slip through the gaps between Tony’s, clasping the Demon’s hand in an achingly sincere grasp. “...Tony.” The air between them thickens as they continue to gaze at each other, hands tightening in an affectionate squeeze. They probably look sickening to any outside observer. Tony couldn’t care less.

In a flash, Peter rushes to connect their lips in a chaste peck, instantly drawing straight back before Tony has a chance to respond. Peter’s eyes widen in anticipation and barely concealed eagerness; a very good omen indeed . Tony can see he is being handed the reins, the power, to decide how this progresses. By now they’ve crossed the point of no return and there’s no need to be chaste about his feelings anymore - his desires. Peter is just too delicious to pass up.

Their lips crash in a much more passionate, violent, dangerous slide than before, with Tony pushing and pushing to get his tongue inside that forbidden mouth, prompting a delightful squeal from the scandalised Angel. Christ, he tastes better than anything I could’ve ever imagined… Tony’s much larger hands grasp the sides of Peter’s face with uncontrollable desperation, he has to grip every soft, supple part of this creature that he can reach, he has to kiss these untouched lips like a mortal starved, he has to appreciate - no, worship - every inch of Peter that has been neglected for millenia, he has to, he has to, he has to–

“Ah, Tony!” Peter gasps, disconnecting their mouths with a wet smack – not at all very far, mind you, as Tony is still clutching onto Peter’s flaming cheeks, so they’re basically still sharing air. “I… I–”

“Yeah?” Tony sighs, licking and mouthing at Peter’s lips; the fire inside him well and truly stoked. You’re never getting rid of me now, Angel .

“I-I think we should mmpf–” Tony captures Peter’s mouth and swallows the rest of his words, unable to help himself. The urgent press of their mouths is almost deliriously painful at this point, but judging by the exquisite breathy moan Peter lets out, he probably doesn’t care either. “W-We should… ngh, definitely stop this public display, Tony…” Oh that’s right, they’re still sitting on this damned bench next to those damned ducks in the middle of this godforsaken park.

“I would say fuck ‘em and put on a proper show for them to gawk at–”

“Tony! That’s disgustingly vulgar!”

“-But I’d really love to properly defile you somewhere private… All to myself…” Tony presses another firm kiss on Peter’s gorgeous rosebud lips. This beauty deserves to have rapturous sex away from the greedy public – they don’t have the right to set eyes on such an ethereal creature – that pleasure cannot be wasted on baseless mortal idiots. Peter needs to be taken apart in a bed , naked and glorious, without fear, awkwardness or shame, aided by an experienced demon of lust to really explore all of his… possibilities. Enter: Tony. Whoever said he wasn’t a gentleman? “...So… Your place?”

“Oh, Tony,” Peter’s breath hitches as Tony starts planting kisses all over his cheeks, nose, jaw, neck– “I-I don’t think that’s, hah, such a good idea,”

“No?” Tony pulls back from sucking on Peter’s throat, a grin spreading across his face when the Angel instinctively follows after him, no doubt not wanting the sensation to end. Peter’s eyes flutter as his mouth parts - clearly he’s holding onto the very last threads of protest within himself.

“N-No… I mean yeah, I mean–” Peter clears his throat delicately, his dilated eyes not leaving Tony’s. “We probably shouldn’t…”

“Well, if you say so, Angel,” Tony murmurs, a false air of ease and indifference about the situation, smirk still firmly plastered on his face.

“Y-Yeah, I… yeah.”

“Oh my G–! Uh! Oh my goodness, Tony!” Peter’s soft, plush bed probably feels heavenly to sleep, relax, whatever in, but Tony can attest that it doesn’t provide very good leverage for when one is trying to fuck the brains out of his friend/lover/enemy. Peter himself, however, is probably the most heavenly (haha) thing his cock has ever buried itself into, and for that, Tony can let the infuriating bed slide. He’ll just have to push Peter up against a much firmer surface right after this, and then another after that, and another after that–

“D-Don’t slow down, please, please, please! ” Peter whines, his hands shooting forwards to desperately clutch at any part of Tony he can reach. Tony leans forward and obliges.

“You want me to go faster do you? Harder? Rougher? ” Tony shoves forward in a particularly ruthless thrust in reply, his arms start to shake with the effort of holding himself up over Peter’s squirming form. Somehow they had ended up in missionary position. It almost seemed inevitable what with how they couldn’t stop kissing each other on the way up the stairs, while tearing each other’s clothes and flopping gracelessly onto the bed (although Peter is always graceful, so he probably looked amazing doing it. Tony couldn’t see, obviously. They were kissing. Remember?). They’re still kissing now, and Tony doesn’t think either of them could’ve torn away from the other to discuss an optimal position. It was all so naturally decided – so easy – and somehow it’s the most incredible sex of Tony’s prolonged, never-ending life.

“Oh, G– Oh, Tony, it’s– it’s too much, I-” Peter can barely string his words together with how much the slap of their bodies is knocking the breath from his lungs, causing delicate “ah”s to interrupt almost every word.

“Oh, Angel… Unh, God, does it feel good?” Tony groans, his stomach flaming with impending heat, his thighs burning with exertion and euphoria. He can feel beads of sweat falling onto Peter’s already glistening stomach and can’t stop himself from leaning forward to nuzzle, open-mouthed, at the wetness. God, he’s so fucking delicious.

“I don’t– ngh, it feels, I-I feel…” a despairing keen pushes out of Peter’s throat as Tony buries himself and starts rotating his hips painfully slowly.

“Do you want me to stop?” Tony asks, with great, great effort. Let this be his only good deed for the rest of time — his one in a million exception before he doubles down on his usual mischief. If Peter isn’t comfortable, then giving in to his adorable, oblivious charms simply isn’t worth it. Shit, maybe I am going soft.

“No, no, no, no!” Peter flings his legs up and around Tony’s waist and pulls, somehow shoving Tony even deeper. “Don’t you dare stop!” Okay then, nope, he’s definitely not going soft, in fact, he is still hard (very, very much hard) and primed to burst at a moment’s notice. Jesus, Peter, you’re really gonna make me blow my load like a horned-up mortal teenager, huh?

“Don’t worry, Angel, I’m not gonna stop… Shit, I don’t think you’ll ever get me to stop now,” Peter sighs in delight at Tony’s words, his face scrunched in new, undiscovered ecstasy. And the Angel deserves every second of it.

Tony doesn’t realise his eyes beginning to close or his mouth beginning to gape in unrestrained pleasure, his primary movements being relegated to: thrust, thrust, hold Peter as close as possible, repeat. He can guess that Peter is right there with him, just as lethargic and just as far gone judging by the never ending stream of “unnnhhh” leaving his mouth, made jerky and irregular with every pounding thrust into his body. Tony adores how unintelligible he’s caused his Angel to be, how carnal … Reducing such a holy, virginal creation to an obscene, amorous creature could grant Tony the most unheard of bragging rights in hell – he could be recognised as one of the very few demons in history to tempt and have his way with a forbidden being. But, strangely… the thought is completely reprehensible to him.

Why on Earth would he let anyone else get their dirty hands on something so intimate? Peter isn’t a notch in his centuries-old bedpost. Now that he’s finally been invited to savour the Angel – to guide him through such uncharted pleasure – why would he ever distribute that with anyone else so undeserving? Hell, Tony is nowhere near deserving of everything Peter’s giving him; everything he has to handle with unwavering tenderness, so as to not let the Angel break like porcelain beneath his scarred hands. No one can get anywhere close to breaking Peter. He can’t let them.

A small gasp emits from beneath him, a separate sound to the passionate utterings of their intercourse, so Tony pries his eyes open to investigate. Peter isn’t looking at him, instead he is looking past him, above him and around him with a disbelieving expression of fondness. Tony blinks rapidly and realises the added weight behind his shoulders – something that must’ve appeared so gradually he didn’t notice – and just in the corner of his vision does he spot shining black feathers. My wings are out…

Slowly, but surely, Tony feels his cheeks bleed into an embarrassing shade of pink or red or whatever the hell colour blush is. What the fuck. This is too much, Peter surely knows just how far gone he is by now, and it’s probably fucking everything up.

“Hah, uhhh sorry about that,” Tony breathes, still in disbelief that he lost so much control over himself to stop concealing his wings. “I-I’ll put them away,” He hasn’t done anything like that since he was first created, and even then it quickly became second nature to hide the large span of his wings unless absolutely necessary. What kind of pathetic demon have I become?

“No!” Peter exclaims loudly, surprising himself as well as Tony with his urgency. “N-No, don’t do that…” the Angel repeats, gentler this time. Delicately, Peter begins to lift himself up and off of his back, legs still wrapped around Tony; their bodies still connected at the crotch. Tony reaches to help pull him up and hold his back for security and balance. Tony feels… nervous. Exposed. He feels inexplicably… human. Waiting for a rejection or a confirmation that seems life changing in its importance, when really it’s just another occurrence in a universe full of events that couldn’t be more meaningless. But… it feels…

Peter’s eyes gaze at Tony’s, his hair ravaged and his face sweaty, still the most beautiful person Tony’s ever laid eyes on. Their heartbeats throb in ferocious tandem together, so uncertain, yet so undeniably full of… something. Something indescribably universal that even two weary spirits can feel it so deeply.

An astonished sound punches out of Tony’s chest when he sees two magnificent wings emerge from Peter’s shoulders, stretching out to their full glory behind him, so incredibly grand and opulent; so exquisitely white. Tony reaches up and feels, and a shuddering moan escapes Peter as he rushes to touch Tony’s wings in reply, both of their hands tentative and full of wonder. Liquid heat lustfully rushes to every inch of Tony’s form, causing his hips to jerk and Peter to quiver at the sensation.

It doesn’t take long for them to start humping against each other urgently, still sitting upright, and still clutching onto each others’ wings. Huffs and pants and groans fill the air around them – too desperate to be restrained – and Tony is barely holding back from his climax, his entire lower body straining with the tension needed to thrust, stay upright and clutch onto Peter. It’s a monumental task he is willing to perform for Millenia if it means Peter gets to experience the crest, the peak , of his pleasure a hundred times before himself. God, he can’t wait for Peter to cum.

Neither can Peter, it seems. The Angel’s grip on Tony’s wing and shoulder, respectively, tightens and tightens until the Demon is certain there will be scratches on his flesh and loose feathers all over the bed – a thought that leaves Tony absolutely gleeful.

“Woah, I–” Peter gasps in surprise at something and tips his head back before looking down at where their bodies are connected, squirming restlessly in Tony’s lap. “ Ah! Oh my– Tony, I feel, something’s–” Oh fuck yes, he’s getting close. Tony immediately speeds up his hips.

“ Yes, do you feel it, Angel? That heat inside of you?” Tony purrs, eyes glued to Peter’s helpless expression. He’s not missing one second of this.

“I do, I feel it– Oh my G– Tony it’s coming! It’s getting– Ah! ” Peter yelps as his whole body begins to shake delightfully, his back arching dramatically until his head hovers just above the mattress, an irresistibly erotic picture. Fuck, I love him so much. Wait. Shit.

… Love?

Tony whimpers and keeps thrusting forward, trying to ignore the echo of that word in his head, but looking down at Peter, at one of his hands smoothing across the miles of ivory skin laid out in front of him, the feeling of his other supporting hand – holding the skin right in between those silky, white feathers – he can’t help but repeat the thought. Again and again. Fuck it, I do love you, I love you, I love everything about you, I want to see you cum for me, I want to feel your pleasure squeeze me when you climax, I love you, I love how you feel, I want to cum inside you and never pull out, ever, I love you, I adore you, I need you–

“ Tony! ” Peter wails desperately, scrambling for purchase, pulling Tony on top of him as he lets himself go and falls back onto the sheets, his moans rising in pitch, volume and urgency. “I-I’m going to– I! I need– Ah, fuck, Anthony! ” Tony feels the exact moment when Peter cums, the tightness that immediately follows, accompanied by an lascivious scream. It’s heaven.

His thrusts become violent, ardent and needy, making sure to hit that sweet spot inside Peter every single time so that the Angel’s elation can last that much longer. Tony’s stomach flames with a familiar intensity and he lunges forward to kiss Peter ferociously, needing to taste and feel every inch of him as the heat rises and rises and rises inside of him, before finally, exquisitely, coming to a crest. There is about half a second of stillness. And then . Liquid pleasure floods Tony’s entire body, shooting up from the tip of his toes to the highest point of his temple, intensive, extreme, it’s too much. It’s perfect .

“Unhhhh, fuck ,” Tony groans, exhausted, sinking on top of Peter just carefully enough to not completely crush him or his wings. Tony’s black feathers stretch and flex before coming to curl around his and Peter’s quivering forms. The quiet is comfortable and natural, filled with only their tired breaths and the occasional smack of lips against skin whenever one of them feels like blindly kissing whatever they could reach. Tony has never felt so content.

“I love you too.”

Shit, never mind.

Tony’s eyes snap open at the whispered confession, his heart rate starting to pick up once more. For a moment he is confused… Unsure. ‘ I love you too?’. But then he remembers. ‘ Fuck it, I do love you, I love you, I love everything about you–’, Fuuuuuck.

Did he… Did he really say all of that out loud?

“Did I really say all of that out loud?” Tony quips, still not daring to move and have Peter see his face. There’s a rustle of fabric and Tony can just tell that Peter has turned to look at his face, turned to the side as it is.

“Did you not mean it?” Peters murmurs at length, his voice quieter and insecure. Dammnit, you’re messing it up, Tony.

“No, no, no. I mean yes! I mean,” Tony huffs and shifts his position, coming to lay on his side facing Peter, rather than lay on top of him. Stop being a coward. “I… I did mean it – I do – I just… didn’t think I was saying it all out loud,” He chuckles, braving a glance at Peter’s face. The Angel looks amused.

“Well, you did,” Peter affirms, a playful grin beginning to spread. “And I enjoyed hearing it very much,” Peter purrs, seductively. Holy shit, Tony’s created a monster. And he couldn’t be more perfect.

Let’s just say that Tony continues to tell Peter he loves him for the rest of the night, again and again and again until his voice is hoarse (and thoroughly used) and Peter responds just as excitedly to every utterance of the phrase. They’re still saying it by the time morning arrives and Tony can hazard a guess that – after 13.7 billion years of waiting – neither of them are going to stop making the other scream it anytime soon.

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beansprean · 1 year

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Local vampire can only show affection in dog form, more at 11

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1.Full body of Guillermo in boots, trousers, waistcoat, and trenchcoat on a mottled green background, one hand in his pocket and the other stretched forward and holding onto a chain dog leash. At the end of the leash is Nandor in the form of a light brown Persian mastiff with darker brown fur on his head, back, and tail and white on his chest. He is attached to the leash by a studded red collar and is leaning forward excitedly at the end of it, tail wagging madly and tongue lolling out. Guillermo sternly orders, “Master, no pulling!”

2. Waist up of Guillermo sitting cross-legged in a warm sweater, holding up his phone in both hands as he texts, smiling happily at the screen. Next to him sits dog Nandor giving him an angry side-eye because he’s not getting enough attention. A vision behind the dog’s head shows vampire Nandor making the exact same expression.

3a. Repeat, zoom out to full body as dog Nandor stands and steps into Guillermo’s lap, snatching his phone away with his mouth and immediately coating it in slobber. Guillermo leans back in surprise, glaring, and shouts “Hey!” 3b. Repeat. Nandor drapes himself over Guillermo’s lap, head resting on the floor at his feet and back legs slumped out on the other side of his knee. The phone stays secure under Nandor’s chin as he pretends to take a nap, one eye peeking open to glare at Guillermo. Guillermo smiles fondly but with no little irritation, resting one hand along Nandor’s back and using the other to scratch between his ears. He clicks his tongue and says, “Jealous, much?” /end ID

#wwdits #nandermo #mlm #dog nandor #nandog #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #image described #he is a sarabi dog or Persian mastiff btw!!#ik he was a German shepherd in s1 but #this dog fits his culture and personality way better

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thevagabondexpress · 5 months

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1, 12, and 23 for my blorbos (Matthew, Alastair, and Thomas.)

I answered all of them for all of them because you didn't specify that I couldn't :)

Matthew I like because I am also a chronic fashionista. My closet looks like a costume shed and has about that much material in it too. I have so much jewellery I need a replica salmagundi tin to store it out. I may not be addicted to any dangerous substances but I have a serious retail therapy problem and boy does it show.

Matthew and Alastair because we share a trauma: psychopathic fifth graders. I may not relate much to the rest of Alastair's story but I know what it's like to have the kid you called best friend for five years throw gravel at you, it does things to the brain and he'll always have a place in my heart for surviving that with me.

Thomas because this guy has hidden depths. He looks like he's just this kind doofus but he has so many more layers than that and I especially love the angry ones.

12.

Matthew: I don't usually deal with headcanons about canon where [we know what] happened but I do have this one about that—in his grief and also in attempting to grow closer to his father he tries approaching science from a theatre perspective. He befriends a few stage effects people, gets them to help him understand how this chemistry stuff works. And then he accidentally gets himself way too into the backstage side of theatre. Maybe as a Shadowhunter he can't act on stage which would be his preference but nobody said he couldn't take home a project or two for an overwhelmed costume mistress or be an advising consultant on Baroque furniture for the set people or—

Alastair: he started messing with his hair when he was in the Academy already, even before he started dyeing it. Elias wouldn't shell out cash for Alastair to get his hair cut while he was there and he wasn't going around with long hair other people could pull, no sir, plus he wasn't facing down his father's insults about it, so he taught himself to do it. He'd hack away with the shears and the first few times it looked absolutely horrendous but with practice he learned tricks and got better. Between that and the hair dye he's actually secretly a really good hairstylist but nobody will ever know because he won't do it for anyone else. After the events of Chain of Thorns he decides he'll give in and try having someone else cut his hair, he doesn't have to do it anymore so he can lay off and relax now. He hates it. It doesn't look right. The barbers don't know his style the way he does. He goes straight back to doing it himself.

Thomas: he likes knit sweaters/jumpers, which are just barely starting to become a Thing then, and they'll really kick off during the wars. Particularly argyle and cable-knit. They're warm, he looks good in them, and they go on and off a lot easier than waistcoats. The problem is they're not easy to find in his size. He has to order in from some obscure local company in some small town somewhere and spend nearly as much on postage as he does on the sweaters themselves.

23.

23 is hard because I do not under any circumstances have good answers for this nor energy to dig them up because I interact with the art so little. Like, it exists, I'm aware of it, I've seen it, but it's not my preferred way of engaging the media so I kind of like it all equally and don't really have attachments.

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pinkacademic · 1 year

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PA fashion for men and enbys!

Here’s an expansion on the fashion part of my post on masc/non-feminine Pink Academia! As I said in that post, the pink academic uniform is a white blouse, a jumper/cardigan/sweater vest, a pink skirt, stockings, pink high heels, and pearl accesories. She’s cute, she’s stunning, she’s flawless, but she’s not for everyone- even everyone who wants to be a pink academic inside and out.

Tops- a white shirt under a jumper is inherently non-gendered, as my co-ed uniformed girlies know. A shirt under a cardigan, jumper, or sweater vest will look good regardless of gender. Waistcoats are also divine! *a really weird note on blazers: while they’re totally gender-neutral, there’s a weird thing in uniforms, at least where I’m from where the boys’ blazers had a slit to allow easier access to pockets because “boys put there hands in their pockets more…” I don’t know how true that is, because I personally have no idea what to do with my hands if they’re not in my pockets BUT if it helps you feel more masc and PA, then its an idea.

Bottoms- 1. Anyone regardless of gender can wear skirts, and if this is a hill I have to die on, then so be it. That said, it can feel too feminine to wear a little pink miniskirt so an option is a longer skirt or a kilt-inspired cut helps in my opinion. A wider, lower-waisted skirt is more likely to hide your hips, if you’re trying to look more masculine. The opposite is therefore true too in my experience, with something high-waisted with lots of volume adding more of an hourglass shape, or bodycon emphasising the hips.

You can find jeans and trousers in bright patterns and colours. Plaid trousers strike a fun balance between pink academia and a punk influence! As with skirts, you can also emphasise or hide your hips as you’d prefer with the waistband of trousers. You can also try the paper-bag style which, low-slung on a masculine body, can create the illusion of wider hips.

Secret Trousers! These things are divine. If you’re wondering what the hell to search to find them, you can try: palazzo pants, culottes, skorts, or the creatively named skirt-pants

Dresses- On the list of hills I would die on is dresses not only are gender-neutral, but can be masculine. To me, the way to make things more neutral or masculine, is to consider the shapes that you want to create. If you want to hide your hips, for example, you’ll need something looser or more square that will help in that area; if you want to create the illusion of wider hips, then, you’ll need to emphasise your waist and create width at where your widest point should be. You can try long, over-sized t-shirts, or a baggier ‘fit. Maybe an empire style would help because of the way it graces the curves below the bust line. On that note, you’ll need to know your own chest to know what shapes you’re comfortable with.

You can also contrast it with something considered more masculine in order to neutralise the femininity of a dress. The most obvious example is a men’s blazer because the cut tends to be boxier.

#pink #academia #pink academia #pink academia fashion #fashion #fashion inspiration #masculine fashion #nonbinary fashion

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crispyfuryarbiter · 2 years

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Tips on how to style your knitwear

The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the knitted sweater, and today you will be able to explain the skills of the knitted sweater. The next side of the recommendation for you to introduce with skills, please watch patiently Yo, dry goods full of! Long knitwear

You could suggest a camisole or a crew neck t-shirt or a plain bottom shirt underneath, these are easy and go well together. Try black, beige, khaki or grey for a charming and elegant look! Underneath, try wearing straight-legged jeans and micro trousers that will look great. If your legs are thin, wear pencil trousers with a knitted sweater, which is also a fashionable and stylish match. Hollow knitwear

The hollow knit shirt with, here to give a plan: wear a white bottom shirt or according to your hollow knit shirt the same colour white bottom shirt, underneath wear a jeans very casual dress, look generous and simple. There are also examples: a pink hollow jersey, inside a long white bottom dress, the skirt is lace-trimmed kind, and then with boots, are very good-looking oh. The colours may have their own favourites, so the above 2 options are available for everyone to choose the right one according to their liking. Striped knitwear (1) For the loose version of the horizontal striped knit, to match with with skinny jeans as the best, or short clothes such as shorts is also a very good choice.

(2) Designer horizontal striped knit. For designer knitwear with horizontal stripes, it is best to keep it simple and match it with other items. In this era of individuality, knitwear with a sense of design is chosen by more women, and when it comes to matching, it is best to keep other items simple and not overly exaggerated. It is recommended that other items are simple and not overly exaggerated. The focus is on the eye, which makes it naturally slim.

(3) A loose knit with colourful patchwork stripes. It's great with a shirt inside or under a thick jacket. For shoes, such as canvas shoes, if the overall colour of the outfit is dark, get a pair of warm coloured shoes to wear with some bright coloured accessories.

(4) The horizontal striped knitted cardigan is a single item for women in the workplace, and the horizontal stripes, in fact, can also increase personal charm, and the best solution is to match with dark-coloured products, especially dark-coloured dresses. To coordinate the darkness of heavy colours, play a good brightening overall effect, and just the right amount, not too flashy and exaggerated, reflecting the workplace women's confidence and stability and elegance. The dark dress is complemented by a horizontal striped cardigan, which makes it more and more slim and reflects the perfect body line.

Loose fitting waistcoat knit

The loose knit shirt plus a belt, will be a small waist outline, inside with a solid colour long bottom shirt, to give people the feeling of temperament and elegance, the weather is a little colder can wear the bare legged gods, the following and then with a small boots, warm at the same time can show slender long legs, but also will not become bloated because of the cold weather. This is the end of the day, you can not worry about clothes will not match, if there will not match the fairy can leave a message below, I will reply to you as soon as possible, will not let your clothes pile up in the closet, so that you change a set of clothes every day, every day is not the same, full of good mood.

#Knitted Shirts #clothes #Knitted pullover #women's knit tops #knit top long sleeve #look #outfit #instagood #estilo #fashionstyle #onlineshopping

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abluescarfonwaston · 3 years

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Trucy and Maya sign Phoenix up for Queer eye after his name is cleared. By the time filming starts he’s decided to study for the bar again and is honestly excited to have some help putting his life back together.

They tear apart his house and drag him for the fact he is wearing socks with sandles and his closet is nothing but sweatshirts and beach clothes. He Does have an old like shakespeare costume in the depths of his closet that Johnathan puts on as well as the Furio Tigre shirt. They check out the magic equipment and Phoenix goes on his proud dad rant about how she’s the light of his life and so talented and he loves her-

Jonathan takes him to the salon for a hair cutting. Under the Beanie his hair got kinda long and gnarly. He didn’t want people to recognize him and even know the idea of it’s still a little anxiety provoking. But he also Wants to look good again and feel confident. Jonathan gives him a scruff trim too and they stop at a goatee. They laugh and Phoenix sends a picture to someone. Oooh your boyfriend? Haha not exactly. They end up going clean shaven tho. As they’re walking out Phoenix stares at his phone and goes. Huh. Maybe we should have kept the goatee.

Antoni asks him what he can cook. He proudly announces he makes the best pancakes. And that he can make a few other things that aren’t blatant depression meals. That what he knows he learned cause he wanted to take care of Trucy but he’s a little ashamed at how often the priority was ‘just make sure she eats something’ because he was too exhausted for more. That he Wants to have this big family dinner with all the people who helped and supported him while he was disbarred. Antoni teaches him how to make a big roast for special occasions and some easier healthy meals for normal days.

Bobby helps him reestablish his house, reducing the clutter that Phoenix has been too tired to clean himself along with making the space more usable to the big groups of family Phoenix wants to be able to host here without embarrassment.

Tan takes him out to get new clothes. Before he does Trucy actually pulls Tan aside and says her uncle already got Daddy a new suit and can we arrange it so Daddy finds it because it’s perfect but Uncle Miles is worried he’s putting the pressure on too hard since Daddy’s already taking the bar exam for him again (again?) and-

Tan gets him a wardrobe that is more presentable and upscale for court/everyday. They ‘find’ a blue suit with a red tie. Phoenix breaks down crying and Tan is Very concerned but - No... I just... I know who made this suit. That jerk. Of course he already had a suit made for me. I love it. It’s perfect.

And Karamo and him talk about how he has all these people he owes so much to now because he couldn’t have done this without them and he doesn’t know how to even start paying them all back and honestly he was such a bastard these last few years and he’s not even sure how to stop being that person sometimes even though he Wants to. He wants to be that trusting person that Believes in people again. And maybe they all expect him to go back to being that person and he doesn’t want to disappoint them because he loves them so fucking much especially after they went and did this for him too-

And Karamo stops him and asks him if he saw the video that his family submitted asking them to come help Phoenix. Which he hasn’t.

Daddy gave up everything for me. To make sure I grew up happy and loved and he did. He’s the best Daddy in the world. And I want him to be happy. Just as happy as he’s made me.

Nick’s been there for me, when no one else was. Just. Over and over again. Believed in me when no one else did. Pearl give Trucy the camera and come tell everyone how awesome Nick is. He just needs a little help remembering that. Cause he’s a idiot sometimes.

Wright is... he’s my oldest and dearest friend. He’s brilliant and kind and he saved me. And if there is anything I can do to help him reclaim his proper place in the courtroom I would do it, without hesitation. Once you see him in court you’ll understand exactly why I- Kay. Kay why do you have a camera?!

You said you’d do anything Mr. Edgeworth!

I- what is this about?!

“You know you’re friends better than we do but I don’t think they’re keeping score. And if you really want to show your gratitude, beating yourself up over it isn’t the way to do it. You could start by saying thank you instead.”

“Heh. I told Edgeworth that same thing.”

And they invite the whole Wright family over to the big thank you feast. He’s cleaned up and wearing a nice Dad sweater. He gets dog piled in hugs and then Maya yells at him for not making hamburgers instead. Edgeworth shows up a hour late with a bottle of wine and a faint smile.

“Wright I was lead to believe you purchased a suit recently? If you’re done covering yourself in flour,” I’m gonna cover you in flour. “Would you like to show us.”

“Don’t expose the kids to your suit fetish Edgeworth.”

“That’s not! Wright just-. Put the damn suit on Wright.”

“Hahah yeah okay.”

He does and everyone tells him how great he looks and damn is that a waistcoat? Someone’s grown up. And not just out.

And Edgeworth just watches him with quiet tender eyes as everyone else talks.

“Wright?” Hm? “You’re missing a part.”

“Huh? I got everything! I double- no - Triple checked!”

“You forgot this.” He opens his palm. A shiny golden badge in it. “Congrats on passing the bar exam.”

The episode is a fan favorite.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles Edgeworth #trucy wright #maya fey #i feel like Edgeworth would try very hard to avoid the cameras #but also he Does want to shake all of their hands and tell them he's a big fan #why am i incapable of writing short things

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