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daily-smol-silm · 1 year ago
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Day #58 - Flapper Dress
I... really wanted to draw one of these things lol. Here's FindarĂĄto modeling :D
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hinamie · 11 months ago
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moonstruckme · 1 month ago
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sobbed at my work today because a higher up basically shot down all my ideas to shadow another department because my reasons weren’t good enough. wanting to learn is good enough thank u. (i have like 5 pages worth of reasons btw. in mla format
). feeling better now cuz his reputation is shit apparently but if you have time, could you write something like this with maybe sirius or remus? ur choice. pls don’t be pressured to write.
on the other note ur fics always cheer me up so thank you for your service! đŸ«Ą
I'm sorry you felt so put out lovely! Hope you're feeling a bit better now, thanks for requesting <3
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 748 words
You can tell Remus knows from the moment you get home. He sits up in his chair and watches you with sad eyes as you take off your shoes. You must be radiating defeat. 
“Hi,” he says gently. “How’d it go?” 
“We’re not doing it.” 
“Any of it?” 
You shake your head, sullen. 
Your boyfriend gives you a pitying look. “Oh, lovely. Come here.” 
You’re determined not to cry while you go. Not at Remus’ sympathetic tone, or the concerned little dent between his eyebrows, or the stapled pages of bullet points you leave sitting uselessly on the floor by your bag. You breathe slow and controlled as Remus folds you into his side and ignore the heat in your sinuses. 
He kisses your cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb. 
“What?”
“Did you have a cry earlier?” Remus murmurs. At your questioning look, he explains, “There’s a bit of makeup on your cheek.” 
Your eyes fill up quick and hot. So much for not crying. “I thought I got it all off.” Your voice comes out a jagged squeak. You bury your face in Remus’ jumper. 
“Dovey, it’s okay. It’s hardly anything.” His hand covers your nape, thumb stroking the baby hairs at the base of your head. “What happened, hm?” 
“It was so—so embarrassing,” you sniffle. The words jolt out of you in short hiccups. “He made me feel stupid for even asking. He said none of my reasons were good enough.” 
“None of them? Did he read them all?” 
“He barely looked.” 
There’s a pause, then a small bounce underneath you. You wait for your boyfriend to respond, presumably with sympathy or some thought about how you might be more persuasive on your next attempt. It takes you a handful of seconds to register that Remus is laughing. Breathy, poorly suppressed little chuckles that shake his frame beneath you. 
You sit up to look at him, bemused and maybe a little wounded. He pulls you back in with a hand on your head. 
“Sorry. God, I’m sorry.” Remus kisses your head, still snickering. “I’m just trying to picture this man—you said he was in his forties, yeah? So a man nearly twice your age, needing to put down the low-ranking employees at his work just to make himself feel big.” 
You frown at him. “What do you mean?” 
“I just
” Remus’ tongue pokes into his cheek, a sure sign that he’s trying to keep a much larger grin at bay. “He’s so clearly jealous of you.” 
You feel your eyebrows shoot up. You sit up again, and this time Remus lets you, his hand dropping to your hip. “Of me,” you repeat. You tend to consider your boyfriend rather insightful for a man, but you think he may have finally lost it. 
“Don’t look at me like that.” Remus squeezes your side. His look softens. “I just don’t think your boss’ actions really speak to someone who’s secure and happy with himself, or with his life. He’s a rank above you at a job he’s worked far longer than you have. Meanwhile, you’re younger, and tenacious, and you clearly have all these great ideas. It seems to me like he’s threatened by you.” 
“Oh,” you murmur. “That’s quite sad, actually.” 
“Didn’t you say he was a bellend?” 
Your lips twitch. “I said my coworker said he was a bellend.” 
“Mm, even so. I can’t muster up very much sympathy for him.” Remus kisses the corner of your lips that had moved. “He made my girl cry, so.” 
Your amusement shrivels at the memory. “It really was embarrassing,” you say quietly. Remus looks into your eyes, his own warm and sweet as honey. “I mostly cried in the bathroom, but some people saw.” 
Remus wipes the dampness from your lashes with the tip of his finger. His hand coasts down the slope of your neck to your shoulder and back up again, soothing. “Everyone there knows your boss is an arse,” he tells you. “More importantly, they know you’re smart and that you work hard. I’m sure they riddled out what happened, sweetheart.” 
You press your lips together to keep from crying again. Remus tsks. 
“Even if this bloke is threatened by how good you are, you’re still all those things. It’ll pay off.” 
“You don’t have to say that,” you whisper. 
“I don’t,” Remus agrees. “It will, though. Not every boss you have will be as dense as this one, lovely. It’ll pay off eventually.”
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prosypepper · 8 days ago
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venus!
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pairing: satoru gojo x fem reader
summary: baby she’s got it! in the thrill of the year 1987, satoru gojo finds himself in love at first sight with a pretty club goer, dressed in purple and pulling at the depths of his soul. 3.6k.
content warning: fluff, smut, she/her pronouns used btw, drug use, oral (fem receiving), talks about the meaning of life & whatnot, reader has a full bush and smokes, but she’s kind of insecure about it, one night stands, too much internal dialogue, gojo calls reader pretty a million times, 18+ mdni!!!
pepper’s note: HAIIII GUYS THANK U FOR 3K. consider this a gift bc i put my whole pepperussy into this, i really hope u guys enjoy this as much as i did writing it. this is sorta kinda a time piece, placed in 1987, so there’s a little tiny minuscule amount of slang from the 80’s in here. also if sentences are italicized it is meant to be internal dialogue, and there’s a lot of it. THANK YOU ALLL ILYSM! and big thank you to @lily-bisque @riveredmoon and @creamflix-main for supporting this silly little idea bc it’s been cooking up for weeks <3. i hope everyone enjoys.
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the discotheque is raging.
it’s packed tonight, waves of people entering the door frequently, bodies pushing and grinding and dancing everywhere. neon signs cover the walls, neon lights hang from the ceiling, all illuminating the faces and outfits of the clubgoers. it’s a sea of colors, smoke, and a little bit of coke.
satoru gojo is on a mission tonight.
simply put, he doesn’t want to leave alone. he won’t leave alone. satoru seriously needs to blow off some steam, he thinks. he’s earned it.
however, the night hasn’t gone his way so far. suguru left him, he’s been in the bathroom with some girl for, like, half an hour. he’d tripped over his feet trying to talk to someone, had a drink spilled all over him, and the high from the coke he’d had earlier is worn off. now he’s sitting in the back of the club with a stained shirt and crushed dreams.
‘daddy cool’ blares from the speakers above, something old-school, he thinks. like him. if he were his age 10 years ago, girls would hear this song and think of him, probably. he’s cool like that. but it’s no longer the 70’s and he can’t time travel.
a couple makes out to the right of him, and he’s pretty sure some girls to his left are about to go to the bathroom and smoke. everything is just, like, not going his way. no one sees him.
just as he’s about to split and leave his best friend in the club, the song changes. like a movie, the crowd seems to part.
something catches satoru’s eye. someone.
wrapped in amethyst, dazzled in sequins. waist cinched with a studded belt.
(goddess on the mountaintop, burning like a silver flame)
shoulder pads, big earrings, neon leggings. barbie pink heels.
(the summit of beauty and love)
 hair teased so high it could probably talk to an astronaut. banging body. bright makeup. red lips.
(and venus was her name)
total betty.
satoru’s jaw drops. unashamed. gawking. and it’s almost as if the entire idea of a club makes sense to him. this is why he came here. for you.
(she’s got it, yeah, baby she’s got it)
yes, you’ve got it. you’re the most striking individual satoru gojo has ever seen. he’s convinced.
your hips move with the song, not caring if anyone dances with you. you’re alone, like him, no man or woman daring to move in close to you. almost like you’re radioactive. intimidating, more like. he likes that.
(i’m your venus, i’m your fire)
satoru feels like this song is talking to him personally. like, whoever runs the universe is just lining up the perfect opportunity for him.
(at your desire)
you’re beauty. a goddess, just as the song says. a goddess among women. among and above every other person in the nightclub. and, god, satoru’s trance paralyzes him. so badly, he wants to just talk to you, invite you over to his apartment he shares with suguru because he knows his best friend isn’t coming home.
but he’s nervous. his shirt is stained. his morale is down, in the pits of hell, really.
so, instead, he watches. how the song ends, how duran duran completely ruins your dancing mood. you have friends, apparently, you mouth something of ‘going to smoke’ to a few girls dancing with guys and begin to step away.
no, don’t leave. don’t go. you’re the most interesting thing i’ve seen all night, satoru thinks.
 yet you’re going. leaving, walking—
walking right towards him. towards his booth.
you saw him? like, actually saw that he was by himself? satoru hopes you think he’s cute. or that there’s a reason you’re still coming right towards him, your steps in your heels matching up to the beat of the music. there’s gotta be a motive, right?
“can i sit here?”
god, you’re here! you’re really here! don’t say anything stupid, satoru.
“uh—yes, yeah, go for it.” idiot. just say yes, yes would’ve been fine.
you’re even more enamoring up close. you sparkle, the light reflecting off the thousands of sequins sewn into your dress as you pluck a cigarette from a compact and light it. a roll of the shoulders, a flicker of the eyes—you look so helplessly bored. a switch flipped as soon as you left the dance floor.
satoru wants to change that.
“how’s your night going?” satoru asks, bringing your attention to him.
“it’s fine, i don’t want to go home, or go home with my friends,” you admit, blowing smoke into the already-thick cloud of smoke in the room. “you?”
“why’s that?” he inquires first, adding on, “it’s been uneventful.”
“well, my friends are going to be up all night, and i don’t want to, like, seventh-wheel, y’know?” you ash your cigarette with a sigh, looking hopelessly into the crowd where all your friends grind up on their counterparts.
satoru thinks he’s going to explode if he doesn’t say something. and he might explode if it doesn’t work. here goes nothing, idiot.
“well i can uh—i can help with that,” satoru says, words dying down into a croak because he’s so unexplainably nervous. he clears his throat. doesn’t repeat his suggestion.
you look at him, an eyebrow cocked, cigarette dangling in your painted nails. judging. studying. reading him like a book.
smooth-faced, handsome. big glasses that make his eyes look huge. tall, okay sense of style, minus the stain on his chest. he’s more than adequate. and nice. not drunk. sheepish smile, though, but a good one. the kind that makes others smile. your inner monologue rambles on and on before you decide—he’s sexy. kind of in the weird-andrew-mccarthy way. but sexy.
“what’s your name?” your tone drones, as if you have no interest in him. your lipstick leaves a mark on the filter of your newport.
“satoru—satoru gojo,” he stutters out, clinging onto your name when you introduce yourself in return.
“okay,” you simply agree to his previous question, “can we go now?”
satoru eagerly nods, “let’s split.”
he follows you through the crowd of people, weaving through the warm bodies and thick smoke out to the parking lot. the air outside is cooler, but still riddled with mid-summer heat and humidity.
“which one’s yours?” stomping out your half-smoked cigarette, you look around the parking lot at all the different cars, wondering which one could belong to the specimen you’d wrapped around your finger.
front and center, a blue 60’s thunderbird sits, like it was the first car to park tonight. it’s fitting. old school. classic. satoru walks to the passenger door and opens it for you, a gentleman through and through.
you like it. you like him.
honestly, your love life has been lacking, to say the least. it’s not a huge deal—to you, at least—but your father hovers over every aspect of your life, disapproving of every lover you bring to him. you’d given up on pleasing him, really. he’s always disappointed, it seems.
it’s been weighing on you lately—but you make it easy to hide.
“having second thoughts?” satoru sheepishly questions, awkwardly holding the passenger door open as you stand, static in your thoughts.
“huh? oh, no, sorry,” you apologize with a smile, the first one you’d given satoru tonight. he cherishes it. your heels click against the asphalt as you walk to the car and sit down, making sure to subtly rub up against satoru in the process.
he’s, like, losing his mind.
but he does a good job of concealing it, taking a deep breath as he walks to his side, sliding in the seat next to you and turning on the ignition. the car comes to life with a rumble, satoru fixes his glasses, glances at you, and starts on his way out of the lot.
traffic isn’t awful this time—right in the sweet spot of people partying and going home. street lights illuminate the corners of intersections, neon signs light up the places that dare to be open at such a late hour. a laundromat, gas station, other clubs with people hanging around.
none of it really interests you right now.
“where to?” satoru asks, one hand on the wheel, other elbow propped on the console. he’s trying to look casually cool, but his back is so rigid it gives him away. “hungry?”
“mmm,” you contemplate, quirking your lips to the side, “yeah.”
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and it’s just, like, why does he hate me so much? he literally spent my birthday overseas with his new girlfriend. hate her, by the way,” you’re venting about your overbearing father, shoving the slice of pizza satoru bought for you into your mouth. “sorry, i just—i can’t figure out why he resents me. he’s there too much and then gone when it matters.”
the clock is nearing midnight, the closer it gets the more confessions slip from your lips. you’re interesting to satoru. he learns that you dropped out of college, work a boring, dreadful office job, and you live on your own. you don’t have anyone to come home to, which is precisely why you didn’t want to go home. there’s a complicated relationship with your father—mother long out the picture, he guesses—and he sort of feels bad about it. he doesn’t know why.
you like design, things that go together but speak for themselves. satoru could tell that from looking at you. even in the buzzing lights of the pizzeria, you stand out—and in the middle of a sea of people, you stood out.
maybe that’s just in his satoru-tinted world view, but he doubts it.
“so, what do you do?”
the spotlight is thrown at satoru now, and all he can do is tell himself don’t tell her you’re a writer, an unaccomplished one at that—
“i’m a writer.” idiot, he screams internally for, like, the millionth time tonight.
“oh,” you hum, almost in an interested way, “cool. what do you write?”
yes! you think he’s cool!
“for a newspaper, just news, i guess,” satoru says with a shrug, trying to come off as cool as possible. he really wants you to think he’s as cool as he finds you.
“boring,” you groan, “if i did that i’d want creative freedom, write about what i want.”
“well, actually,” don’t say it don’t say it, “i’m working on something else, but i don’t think it’ll be making it into the papers anytime soon.”
“why not?” you tilt your head to the side, almost pouting with your eyebrows turned upward.
“it’s, like, existential stuff, like, why do we live life the way we do? what’s the meaning of everything?” satoru explains, trying to avoid spilling huge details of his article. it’s a sensitive topic for him, he’s only opened up about it to his closest group of friends—the ones he knows won’t judge him. “but no one wants to hear about that.”
“in the best way possible, ‘toru, can i call you that?” you begin, waiting for a nod of affirmation before continuing, “we all want to hear about that.”
satoru’s brows furrow now, kind of asking what do you mean by that, and also gushing, she wants to hear about my ideas! but he doesn’t want to get ahead of himself. so instead, he allows more time for you to elaborate.
“i mean, we’re all confused, going through life without direction. times are changing. we can’t do what our parents did twenty years ago, we don’t know the meaning of life, or anything. so, i say, write the existential stuff. it’ll probably help more people than you think, you know.”
satoru thinks he’s, like, already in love. he doesn’t think that often—probably never.
“also, can we go back to my place? i’m ready to get out of this dress.”
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satoru’s never seen such a pink apartment before.
“it’s not anything too special,” you’d said, pulling out a key from under the welcome mat.
but, no, it’s definitely special. definitely something. definitely you.
on the biggest wall of your apartment, satoru studies the different art pieces and murals hand-painted onto the pink wallpaper. different people, lots of women, some naked, even. flowers and skies and emotion cover the wall, all beautiful to him.
he wonders what you’d say the meaning of life is. maybe he’ll ask you.
“admiring my talents?” you pipe up from your bedroom doorway, dressed down into a silk pajama set and fuzzy slippers. you’re a view satoru would like to wake up to every morning for the rest of his life.
he looks more relaxed like this, you notice. he’s slouching a little now, glasses comfortable on his nose, hands in his pockets like he’d ruined the wall if he touched it.
“yeah,” satoru agrees, head leaning back in a lazy stare. “real pretty, you know.”
“thank you. want a drink?”
satoru shakes his head, and you shrug, pouring a small glass of refined liquor for yourself. you wonder if he doesn’t drink. maybe he doesn’t smoke. maybe he’s judging you for all this—but he isn’t.
you invite him over to your couch, one decorated with too-many throw pillows to be comfortable. they’re thrown on the ground, next to the coffee table, the first thing out of place in your apartment. he settles into the cushions, arm slung over the back. you turn on the rabbit-eared television in your living room, settle into his side. the news drones. war, drugs, the most of it.
but satoru, oh the poor man.
he can’t stop looking at you. the angle of your face below his, from your hairline to the tip of your nose. you’re so pretty. he’d pretty much do anything you asked of him, he thinks. he also thinks about what you feel like, because your body’s pretty soft against him now, and if he could even get a glimpse of—
“wow, what do you think about that?”
“wh—huh?”
“you seem like a sensitive guy, ‘toru,” you say, craning your neck to look up at him, noting how his glasses are slipping down his nose.
he isn’t listening, like, at all. couldn’t even recite a single word from the last news story if you asked. you’re staring all big-eyed at him, just waiting for an answer. he doesn’t know what to say, so he just goes, “oh, yeah, that’s awful,” and you’re backing up away from him like he just said he was going to kill you.
“the food bank?” the end of your words become higher pitched, your eyebrows furrow, “i used to work at one—what d’you mean?”
“oh, i mean, well—,” and there’s a pause where satoru just stares at you, all guilty, “i wasn’t listening.”
you smile. you smile like you’ve won a game. you smile like you’re reading right through him, and, well, you kinda are.
“what were you thinkin’ about?”
he can’t really say your body or how soft you are or how good you smell because that all comes off, well, weird. and perverted. satoru really doesn’t want to be weird or perverted right now.
and, let’s get one thing clear—as much as he may act like it, satoru gojo is not a virgin. he’s plenty experienced, just
awkward, really. as soon as he gets his hands on someone, it’s smooth from there, it’s just the getting there part that he struggles with, understand?
satoru promptly goes rigid when you bat your lashes and ask, shamelessly, “do you wanna fuck me, satoru?”
satoru’s just, like, yes, please, but he can’t get the words up and out of his throat so he nods his head. and it all moves so fast he doesn’t come back to reality until your lips are on his. your lips are so soft, you taste like cigarettes and liquor and a little bit of mint gum, and his brain finally lets his hands roam.
his palms slide up to your waist, pulling you into him just a bit more, deepening the kiss as much as he can without actually biting your tongue off. one of your hands finds the back of satoru’s neck, carding your fingers through his soft hair, the other coming to grip his shoulder. he’s, like, built.
before you know it, your body’s being pushed until your back lands against the soft cushions of your couch, a small noise escaping you upon impact. satoru’s face appears above yours, his glasses gone, blue irises drowning around his blown pupils. he looks hungry, ready to take whatever you’ll give him.
you’re willing to give satoru whatever he wants.
“you’re so gorgeous,” satoru begins to murmur, peppering kisses on your jaw and down your neck, “i was watching you all night,” and it comes out a little more stalker-ish than he wanted it to. 
“yeah?” you encourage, enjoying his small professions as if you didn’t know. you’d seen him the moment he laid eyes on you.
you’d been coming up with a plan all night.
“that song—it was, like, a calling from god, i think,” satoru continues to ramble, hands grasping everywhere, working down your torso, “you’re so pretty.”
“it’s my favorite,” you giggle, threading your fingers into satoru’s hair.
you can only watch as satoru kisses the silk of your pajamas, slowing hooking his fingers into your bottoms and helping you to lift out of them. he pecks the skin of your abdomen, the tops of your thighs, the prickly hairs lining your pelvis—and you wait for him to unbutton his pants—but it never comes. he only spreads your thighs and kisses the insides of them.
is he going to—? oh god, i hope the hair doesn’t put him off, your mind begins to race, a dull throb aching in your cunt the closer satoru gets. it’s been a while since you’ve gotten so close with someone, and no one’s even dared to do what the white-haired man is insinuating. it’s only something you’d seen on those tapes you rented from the video store.
“oh, oh—my god.”
you’re choking out the words when satoru licks an unashamed stripe from your hole all the way up to your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your system. you’ve never—you can’t understand how good it immediately feels as his tongue circles the stiffened bud, making your thighs threaten to close down around satoru’s head.
you tug satoru’s hair without meaning to, yet it does little to stop him, only makes him groan into your cunt and double down. you never thought a man like him would be so skilled at this. you never thought a guy like satoru would even do this.
“fuck, oh my god,” you moan, feeling the way satoru’s tongue relentlessly traces and sucks at your clit like a man starved. his fingers begin to dig into your thighs from where he holds them apart, and you reach for his hand to hold, to ground yourself.
you intertwine your fingers with his, a weird bubble of something in your chest at how he just lets you. he’s sweet, genuinely—nothing like any of the other stupid guys you unfortunately gave a chance.
it’d do you some good to have a sweet guy in your life, you think.
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sweat seeps into the sheets of your bed, two warm bodies underneath the blankets. the room is illuminated the lamp on your bedside table, illuminating the man you’d taken home earlier in the night. satoru strokes your face, gently, his other hand once again intertwined with yours.
“you’re really beautiful, you know that?” he whispers, studying your features all too hard, almost to the point of making you uncomfortable.
“you’re just saying that ‘cause you boned me,” you laugh, catching satoru’s eyes for a moment before his stare becomes so intense your eyes flick away. “
but thank you.”
silence fills the room, but you’re sure you can hear the gears in satoru’s head turning. he’s deep in thought all while gazing at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky, or something. he looks at you like you mean something to him.
“what do you think we live life for?”
the question catches you a little off-guard. it’s, like, post-sex existential dread, you guess. kind of weird, but
endearing? maybe? and you have to think for a few seconds before answering, because, well, that’s a loaded question.
“maybe,” you start, looking upwards like your forehead will tell you all the answers, “love, i guess. i mean, that’s, like, the end goal for everyone, is being in love. finding your soulmate,” you say, a little unsure in your answer. “but, also, everyone lives life for different reasons. you can live to find a good career, or for family, or even a pet. it’s up to everyone for why they live.” good answer. great answer, or at least you hope it is.
satoru doesn’t talk much after that, still stuck in his mind.
the next morning, you send him off with a croissant and your phone number, hoping whatever night you had could lead to something more. there’s something about the weird, white-haired man that strikes you differently.
but he never calls. and for a while, you feel stupid for even thinking a one-night stand could lead to anything more than that. dating is hard, love even more so. maybe it’s the thought of love that scared him off.
a week and a half later, on a whim, you pick up a newspaper. you don’t know why. you don’t read the news, you watch it. the articles are all sports and obituaries and comic strips of garfield. one small, miniscule column at the bottom of the last page catches your attention.
the reasoning of life, written by satoru gojo
for: my soulmate
and the following sentences sound a little too familiar.
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leoruby-draws · 11 months ago
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Been on a bit of a roll with posting my drawings lately, just getting rid of some backlog. Anyways, here's a funny doodle of the batkids bothering their big brother Nightwing on a date with Starfire. They're so annoying lmao.
Its kinda a sequel to this comic from way back. I say kinda because I meant to put with the comic itself but I was too lazy to do so. But I'm posting it now!
Speaking of that comic, I got an ask asking for a follow-up to it showcasing Dick and Starfire's kids getting some 'revenge' for them. Here's Mar'i (NightStar) and Jake Grayson popping in from the future! (btw I accidentally deleted the ask, feel bad esp considering how long it took to actually do art they wanted.)
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They're all having so much fun! Look at little Jake, I actually wasn't sure if I should put him here since Mar'i is from Kingdom Come and Jake is from The New Order. Two different universes, the ask did ask for both of them so I did so. Also I forgot his eyes were green, aw well.
Speaking of Kingdom Come, I remember reading that in my middle school library along with some other DC/Batman comics. I was already a total weeb and loved manga so I decided to try out western comics too (since I did like the DCAU cartoons). Read them for a few weeks got bored, then picked up Akira and wouldn't read superhero comics again for more than a decade. Just weren't as easy to get into as manga, took some effort to try them again.
Anyways, here's an extra Mar'i as Nightstar:
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I love her outfit, such a wonderful design. And its fun to play around with it too, its fun. But I'll probably take off those wings on her headband, they clutter the design I think. Gosh I love doing her hair its so fun.
Here's an extra Mar'i, with Jake included:
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Would Mar'i be Robin as a kid? Or take on a different kid hero persona? How about Jake? Just played around with some costumes for them. Look at Jake clinging to Mar'i, think she'll be a good big sister?
Played around with Nightstar's outfit some more . Wanted to draw them longer so make it look like actual wings on her, and also like tassels on a performer's costumes.
Well this was fun to do, hope you like all this!
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pedroscurls · 10 months ago
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in every lifetime (pt. 4)
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summary: logan goes to your apartment late in the night to make things right. finally. pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader tags / warnings: angst - post deadpool & wolverine ("worst" logan!variant), no use of y/n. word count: 1.2k a/n: so i certainly wasn't going to go this route for this chapter (it was originally gonna consist of a lot of yelling and all of that, but there is a softness to logan and add this song... i just couldn't write it the way i originally wanted). but anyway! thank you to everyone who's read this story - it holds a special place in my heart. i think we have one more chapter left before i consider this complete! our bb logan deserves a happy ending and i don't think i can torture him anymore lol. stay tuned though bc i'm gonna continue writing more for this character (i'm so obsessed). song lyrics will be in italics btw song: you are the reason by calum scott prev. part - next part.
Of course it’s raining. 
Logan shouldn’t have taken his motorcycle, but he wanted to get to you as fast as he could. There aren’t that many cars this late at night, but he still does have to swerve between traffic to get to your apartment. He’s drenched by the time he approaches your street, parking his motorcycle on the first spot he sees along the curb. He strokes his wet hair away from his face as he feels the heaviness weigh on his chest – he doesn’t know if you’d even hear him out, but he has to try. 
It isn’t until he gets near your apartment that he realizes maybe coming to your apartment this late in the night wasn’t a good idea. But he stops in his tracks when he sees you step out, immediately getting drenched in your oversized crewneck and plaid pajama pants. Despite the heavy rain, Logan knows you’ve been crying. Can see the way you cross your arms over your chest as you bite down on your lower lip. He can hear your heart beating, can hear how you’re stifling your sobs, can hear you whisper over and over: I’m so tired. I’m so tired. I’m so tired.
He isn’t sure why you’ve come outside, why you’re standing in the pouring rain, but he knows that he wants to pull you into his arms. Logan slowly begins to walk towards you, careful not to startle you. As he gets closer and closer to you, Logan feels the sudden urge to reach out to you, to wipe your tears away, to tell you that he’s here. 
And that he isn’t going anywhere. 
You don’t hear him and you’re so close to just yelling, screaming at the top of your lungs and asking the universe why? Why did it take your Logan away only to bring some version of him back? A version that wanted nothing to do with you? 
Your hands curl into fists, tears streaming down your face, hair and clothes completely soaked. You’re about to turn back around to go inside because you feel that if you stay out here another minute longer, you’re surely going to lose it. And you can’t. Laura still needs you. 
And you still need to be strong for her. 
Just as you’re about to reach for the handle of your front door, you hear his voice. It’s quiet, but it’s loud enough that you can hear it past the rain. You feel like your heart is beating out of your chest when your eyes meet his. 
Time suddenly seems to stand still as you stare into each other’s eyes. You’re standing on your front steps with Logan on the sidewalk, gazing up at you. You can see the look on his face, the complete vulnerability that he’s displaying as he stares up at you.
All of his guarded walls are down. For you. Only ever for you. 
There goes my heart beating 'Cause you are the reason I'm losing my sleep Please come back now
Slowly, he takes a step closer to you and you do the same. Neither of you say anything, the sound of the rain encompassing the both of you. You feel so overwhelmed with emotion and just like earlier that night, you yearn to reach out for him, to just be pulled into his arms. 
Logan can feel his own tears pool at the corners of his eyes as he keeps his gaze on you. He deserves this. He deserves you. He deserves a second chance to make things right. To be happy. To be loved. By you.
And there goes my mind racing  And you are the reason  That I'm still breathing  I'm hopeless now
As you take a step closer to him, so does Logan. Now standing in front of each other, mere inches separating your bodies, Logan reaches up to cup your cheek. You let out a shaky breath and shut your eyes momentarily, leaning into his touch as you bring a hand up to wrap around his wrist. Logan inhales sharply, your touch electrifying him once more. 
When your eyes flutter open, Logan steps closer, head dipping lower
 
I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you And fix what I've broken
“In every lifetime and in every universe,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your lips. “I’m yours.” 
Your hand tightens around his wrist as your other hand comes up to rest on his chest. Tears pool around your eyes as the rain continues to come down. “Logan
”
“And with every fiber of my being, I will always love you.” Logan clears his throat, resting his forehead gently against yours as he brushes his nose with yours. 
Your hand on his chest clutches the fabric of his shirt, pulling him flush against you. Logan’s hand drops from your cheek to rest on your hip, lips pressing lightly on your cheek. 
And if I could turn back the clock I'd make sure the light defeated the dark I'd spend every hour, of every day Keeping you safe
It isn’t until your hands move to wrap around his shoulders that Logan snakes his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him. He holds you tightly to his chest, burying his face against the side of your neck. 
This
 This is where he belongs. With you. 
He lets out a sigh of relief and tightens his hold on you when he feels your body begin to tremble with quiet sobs. This is as much of a relief for you as it is for him. This is your second chance and while your Logan will forever hold a special place in your heart, you feel lucky enough to be able to get another chance with a version of him. 
The rain continues to pour down on the both of you, not bothersome in the slightest. Slowly, he pulls back enough to look down at you. His eyes move lower until he gazes at your lips and then back up at your eyes. Logan brings a hand up to rest on your cheek, gently brushing the pad of his thumb against you.
I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you
“I’d love you in every lifetime,” you repeat from the first night you saw him. “And that includes this one.”
“I’m here,” Logan whispers. “I’m with you, bub.”
You nod slowly, bringing your hands to gently push his wet hair away from his face. Logan’s lips turn upwards as his lips brush against yours lightly and it takes everything in him not to just kiss you because he knows that you both have a long way to go. 
But he wants you to know that he’s no longer going to run. 
He’s going to be here, right by your side. 
Just like how it should be in this universe, in his universe, and in every universe out there. 
This was right where he belonged. 
'Cause I need you to see That you are the reason
“Logan?” you whisper, eyes gazing down at his lips.
“Yeah, darlin’?” 
“Kiss me,” you say quietly. “Please
”
Logan smiles, his hand splaying on the side of your neck as his thumb brushes against your jawline. Slowly, he shuts his eyes and leans in to press his lips against yours. 
Finally.
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dereks-unrelenting-heart · 4 months ago
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SFTH Chaotic Highlights (OMG Is This A Joke)
Alright, I'm finally starting to make these for the longforms! These are gonna be quite a bit longer than the other two I've made, since these videos are (typically) longer and I have a lot of thoughts about them lol (edit while writing, less than halfway through the video - yeah, I have way more to say than I thought I would)
Before I even get into the video itself, I just love the bold move of having their first Youtube longform be one about nazis, let's people know the kind of humor they'll be getting from these guys lmao
Also shout out to the not insignificant number of people who fully didn't recognize AJ with hair
Luke's executive decision to grab a prop gun and just stand there like đŸ§đŸŒ
"If he was only a foot and a half taller, he would be a perfect nazi!" Still one of my favorite Luke short jokes, because if I was him I genuinely wouldn't know how to take that observation-
Not sure why Sam chose the puffy purple jacket for his villain character, but at least we get to call him Ze Blackberry now
I'd like to imagine as Sam was introducing himself, he looked over to Luke like 'oh shit right, he's still just fucking standing there, I should probably include him somehow' and to Sam that ofc meant flirting with him
Which btw is the strangest flirting attempt I've ever seen- "Beautiful little pocket-sized Aryan" and "Sexy little ferret" ?? Guys I've never flirted with anyone but I don't think he's doing it right
"Guten Abend" Luke/Hans isn't good at this flirting thing either, but at least they're both having fun
Two French brothers casually parachuting over Berlin during World War II, nothing weird about that
"Ja- yes- er, oui! I'm trilingual, I'm sorry" Idk if it's the language confusion or the fact he apologized to the nazi, but this was a great line
"The plan is working perfectly, we're making them uncomfortable. Keep it up!" Luke, who has done very little in that regard except respond to Sam: "Okay!!" *just keeps standing there*
"Hard day being a nazi?" Considering you're currently giving him a backrub and are probably about to fuck him, I'd say he's having a pretty good day
Before Luke's BAFTA winning portrayals of grief in The Evil Make-A-Wish Kid and The Grape Depression, we had AJ's sobbing in OMGITAJ
So glad this play was set mainly in France so AJ could show off his French knowledge in the best ways (skipping across the stage and singing)
Sam characteristically entering briefly as an unspecified beast that for simplicity I'm going to call a ram
Genuinely one of my favorite and most underappreciated moments in the video is Katherine assigning Luke's character a feminine name, which he clearly didn't expect, and he just takes a moment to reevaluate life, while staring at the comedically placed banana in his hand. 10/10 fantastic bit
"My husband has been captured" "You know this for sure?" "Well he didn't come home and he's a French spy so" Fair logic that was 100% correct
"I already have a husband" "Well Xavier will have to wait until he's officially dead then" rip Jean-Luc man, at least Sarah seems to genuinely love him and be loyal though, good for them
Tag yourself, I'm AJ fangirling heavy over Xavier as he walks onstage
"I could have mimed it but I did not" has and forever will live in my brain rent free, bro had no reason to do that but took the fucking opportunity
Also Sarah's friend (did she ever get a name?) is simping for Xavier more than Sarah herself, they could've just fucked instead
"I don't know the French word for mice" "C'est une souris, une souris, une souris" French lessons with AJ
I've already made a whole post about my love for pre-reveal Xavier, but jesus, can you blame me? This character is the actual reason I started being attracted to Tom in the first place, why is he so SMOOTH-
Also the fact Luke didn't even flinch when Tom tilted his chair back and just nonchalantly crossed his legs- This whole scene is perfect istg
"I'm just going to take a few pictures-" That's so real of you girl
"I am a man" Gonna start saying this in front of the mirror as affirmations in the morning, same tone and everything
Tom launching himself across the stage before he even has the chance to rebutton his shirt lol
"Look out! It's the nazi-looking guy!" Saying this about the actual nazi is so funny
Not me being genuinely kinda sad about François getting killed
Katherine getting into Sam's carriage with a pumpkin (For some reason??) and Sam pausing not once, but twice, and eventually deciding to proceed as normal and not question it
Jean-Luc: *crying because trauma* Katherine: "Aw.. If you're thirsty you could drink it!" Katherine might've earned her place as my favorite 5th SFTH member they've had
Big Hans showing up with an entirely different vibe from the last time we saw him- Maybe because he's not busy being gay with Ze Blackberry
But really, why is this nazi boy so excited about the french language while he's taking over their country
"Les coqs :D" Sir what is this energy you're putting out, it's confusing me
I like that instead of just saying something like "It's a French horse, why do I care if I kicked it" he's just like "German horses wouldn't give a shit, your horses are just weak"
"Very hairy chickens you have here" A joke they couldn't have made now-
I'd just like to point out that Big Hans didn't get shot from what I could tell, so he could technically still be alive. Idk what to do with that information, I just wanted it out there
Tom pulling his classic sexy-character move: Foot dramatically placed on chair
The cleaner just being like "what a fucking mess, god I hate my job" as if Xavier and Sarah aren't currently having a whole plot-altering revelation in the same room
Oh yeah, and this is also the moment I was very relieved Sarah was a better person than me (/hj) and didn't sleep with Xavier
Also, mostly unrelated, but Katherine's voice specifically as the cleaner reminds me of DHMIS every single time and idk why
"Are you quite finished??" "... Honestly, no"
"But who would do that? Who would do- It was me" He tried to be mysterious but Xavier really wanted credit for what he did
Sam the Ram returns! Very cool that their first video had classics of all kinds: Sam being a chaotic animal, AJ getting to be French, Tom being a sexy German, and Luke being an equally-attractive-but-not-quite-as-played-up woman
"I was tortured by two men gettig with each other next to me" "They're always doing that, the nazis" If SFTH can make nazis gay af, they truly can do anything
Why does Ram-Sam look so offended on behalf of the French after Luke's "It's in my nature" line lmaoo
"Where did you get my dildo!?" Amazing line from Luke, but really what was that thing??
And ofc Xavier dies as he lived.. Shirtless. Sexy evil bastard-
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unwantedshivering · 9 months ago
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
HEADCANONS for KEVIN KATCHADOURIAN as you try and figure out what he truly feels about you.
MASTERLIST
WARNINGS: mentions of reader death, emotional manipulation, overall toxicity
FOR: Kevin Khatchadourian
NOTES: @slasherscream totally inspired this, their characterization of kevin made me want to write for him !! :) this is entirely too long to be considered hcs btw
HOW IT STARTS
Truly, you believed he hated you. Why else would he stare as though he was trying to telekinetically explode your head? It’s a wonder how you even started hanging around him. It wasn’t necessarily out of your own volition, really, as you were just the Khatchadourians’ neighbor tutoring and hanging out with Celia in exchange for your sibling receiving archery lessons.
You grew up practically adjacent to Eva’s household, so it was just a small, kind gesture you’d do when you visited from college. You remembered that weary, worn down visage of hers from your childhood and let it pull at your heartstrings. You were sensitive, and perhaps that’s what drew him in.
You were watching a kid’s movie with Celia, and unbeknownst to you: Kevin was eyeing you.
He wasn’t usually home, off in his room when he wasn’t attending his own classes. Quiet. Off-putting as he would taper down the creaking steps, barely acknowledging your presence before leaving. Usually he’d grab an apple, glance over you as if you were nothing but air.
It was intriguing to you. Kevin had always been intriguing to you. He was unnaturally, uncannily pretty. Like a bust set on display within his own modern-century home, you couldn’t touch or manage to decipher him. It was embarrassing to say he had been the face of several boyfriends in your silly teenage dreams.
It was pure happenstance as he came down just in time to watch as you hiccuped during the movie, tears streaming down your face. Celia was long-gone off in dreamland on the couch.
It wasn’t enthrallment that Kevin felt. It wasn’t even want. It was a sick, morbid curiosity. Celia, despite her humanity, wasn’t entertaining to Kevin anymore. Not as she was when she was eight and entirely naïve, cut bare in her love for her big brother.
You gave him something new. He halted in his steps. For the first time in simply years, you heard Kevin speak to you.
“Stay a little bit longer.”
Through your own bewilderment, you agreed. Kevin had no reason to continue his sweet, loving son act. Not really. Still, he smiled something that could only be described as honey. It was drenched in a sickening sweetness, something with a bite. A bit of blood in his teeth.
He took you archery shooting. It was way past the acceptable time for you to be in the Khatchadourian household, and yet you stayed. Fly wrapped in silk. Bug to be eaten, saved for later.
It felt magical to be the center of Kevin Khatchadourian’s attention. In school he was a little misunderstood and disconcerting, but nothing truly horrific happened. It was that same quietness he displayed that made him so elusive, so lovely to you.
He displayed amazing skill when it came to archery, a terrifying mastery. You only chuckled nervously when it whizzed past you, making your hair stand on end and fingers clench.
“I’m sorry,” he said, yet it was low, accompanied by eyes that seemed anything but apologetic. “You should really stand on the side, I must’ve overshot it.”
HOW HE IS IN THE BEGINNING
As you continued staying longer, mutual exchange forgotten, he grew more and more expressionless. The most he would usher you was a glance under firm eyebrows, a wry little twitch of lips when you did something particularly amusing. You felt like a piece of brain tissue on a petri dish.
Kevin was actually scarily kind to your sibling and family though. It was like a flip-switch: he went from helping your mother with carrying dinner to silently staring at you, trying to pick apart your body, all smiles and good-boy mirth gone from his eyes. Most of the time, he fiddled with his technology as you did your own thing. Reading? He’d be clicking away, his incessant typing as your white noise. Crochet? Doing it outside as he practiced archery. Talking? He’d stare to let you know he’s listening.
Unfortunately, this still left you neglected. Initiating physicality was on his own terms, and you’d get a quick look before being brushed off if he wasn’t into it. Speaking about your troubles with him is met with silence. At the beginning, it was even met with slight condescension and mockery. One step forward? It didn’t matter, Kevin himself was never going to be able to fulfill all of your needs.
It wasn’t as if you didn’t have other friends. Most of them didn’t know Kevin. If they did, they didn’t speak of him to you; speaking of him made you jittery, a little doe-eyed, but you always spoke of him fondly. They could never understand why.
Kevin knew all your friends. You were at a house party, introducing them with a blinding grin on your face. He disliked them. If there was one thing he held other than apathy, other than wanting to feel more than he’s capable of, it was the need to harbor your attention. You were his only source of anything. You were clearly fond of him, no matter how strange or unnerving he showed to be. You talked seamlessly and mindlessly about your interests. He knew sunsets were pretty, but because he saw them through you. He knew what cafĂ©s were the best, what to get his mother for a gift when Frank pressured him to.
In the same breath, Kevin resented and found himself thinking often on that part of you. There wasn’t a way he could name it, but the feeling was dull. It stung a bit, hearing you speak about anything outside of his reach. He liked the sting somedays: it was proof he felt. Other than his heart thrumming in his ears, he felt something other than disdain and unadulterated anger.
He hated feeling jealousy, though.
It was quiet like the rest of him. Your friend, Matt, kept pushing. It was becoming sickeningly obvious that he thought of you more than a friend, and yet whether it be your own denseness or the fact that you’d known Matt since forever, you didn’t stop him. Not the meaningless touches on your arm, not the compliments on things only Kevin thought he’d noticed about you. Sick. Sick. It was that old, juvenile anger he felt spike again.
There was a barely there acknowledgement of the fact that you were attractive. He found you attractive even faintly. Then, there was the notion of your attractiveness shoved in his face. Others found you attractive.
His family already assumed you were dating. You hung around too often for them to not believe so. Your friends? They didn’t know. Before this, Kevin didn’t necessarily care whether or not you were called his significant other or the person he kept around. It was only then where he realized the perks of you being his: no Matt.
It was impulsive. He kissed you. It was under the porch light after Matt hugged you goodbye, and as he started to pull out of the driveway Kevin ducked in for the kill. It was impulsive, a bit too strong, and left you lightheaded like you drank more than you should’ve. Being with Kevin was like being an alcoholic.
There was an emptiness in his eyes as he pulled away. He didn’t even hold your cheek, he simply ducked forward. You felt
 odd. Confused and a bit embarrassed that you let him do that simply for his own whim. What you didn’t see were the indents of Kevin’s fingers in the cup he was holding onto the entire time, the way he fiddled with the lighter in his pocket, the way his jaw clenched.
WHY STAY
There’s a certain value Kevin placed on you. You don’t know if it’s that of a toy, lover, or a third scarier option. There’s a big chance you’d never know either.
What you do know is that he’d give you his jacket when it’s cold, and surprisingly he’d take off yours for you when you enter his house. It’s done so casually that you forget it’s typically uncharacteristic of him.
He played nice with Celia when you were around. He played nice with your family, to the point where you might even misunderstand and believe he wanted them to think highly of him.
Kevin could be awfully kind. It’s never a kindness for the sake of it, but it only ever distinctly shows itself around you. If you were ever sick or vice versa, you’re spending all your time around him for the day.
If he had the fever, he’d push his forehead against yours while you’re both lying down, lazily breathing with his eyes closed. If you were the one ill, Kevin sits on the bed instead, placing one hand on your hand or your forehead. It’s a cool, light feeling. His hand is large enough for it to fully encompass your face if he so wished, or at least your neck, and yet he chose to be gentle.
He doesn’t like the idea of you being special to him though; the fact that you’re exempt from even some of his antagonizing ministrations makes it frustrating. You shouldn’t be. You were something he hung around and dated technically, so the idea of you actually being the definition of a significant other made him heavy in the chest.
If you show that you like the idea of being special to him, at least in the beginning, it’s easier for him to pull away. Whether physically or emotionally, he can shut off completely from you. Deciding to stay is what does it for him. How can you stay? Even with all the silence and work it takes for him to do anything?
His kisses grow less rushed. They’re even somewhat experimental later on. Kevin doesn’t really know if he likes it, but he knows you do. A nip at your lip, eyes closed, fluctuating pressure. He’s a fast learner. He’d pull away prematurely, waiting to see how you’d react. Usually he’d just walk away afterwards like nothing happened, but if he’s feeling the reactive impulse to he’ll duck right back in.
Kisses with Kevin leave you panting. Sometimes you believe he truly is attempting to steal your breath, and he might just be. He has more often than not almost let the arrow hit you when you watch him practice archery. It never does, but it’s always close. There’s a furrow in his brow afterward, like he’s examining how he himself feels on you almost dying by his own hands.
He has also more often than not found that it leaves him annoyed.
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axl-gets-creative · 22 days ago
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craving any frank x reader smut u can give me
also he CANNOT be a twink as fucker he has to be leathermouth era and like hesjk not sub
-your freak ass horny best friend
RAAHH YES LEATHERMOUTH FRANK MY BELOVED
I think this maybe too long to be considered a drabble idk tho but EAT UP FRANK HATERS 👅 not proof read btw bc I literally hit post now the second I finished tagging this so I apologize if I fucked anything up lol 😭
Cw: degradation, sex etc etc
frank threw you onto the bed, immediately kissing you hard on the mouth. He took of your shirt and kissed all down your neck and chest, you moaned a little when he sucked on your sweet spot.
After a couple minutes of that he pulled away for a quick second to take of his and your pants. He spreads your legs as you whine, frank taking a finger over your wet cunt.
He grabs his cock and shoves it inside you, whimpers escaping your mouth as he slowly grinds into your wetness. He teases you with a slow pace, making you grow impatient, all you want is for him to fuck you! Soon he picks up his pace, letting out little "uh" 's with every other thrust.
You moaned loudly, fuck did he feel good inside you... It felt even better when he started spitting the filthiest words to you
"you little fucking slut, ah!- oh you feel so good- you fuckin sex toy.. my- ngh!- my little fucking sex toy" frank slurred
You were almost cumming on the SPOT from that, you loveddd when he would call you those dirty things. You moaned even more from- well- everything
Frank kept fucking into you, making little noises as he pounded your cunt.
"oh~ you useless sextoy.. you dirty fucking slutboy.. your- mmph!- for fucking nothing~" he grumbled, seemingly thrusting even harder with every word
You were now nearly in tears, you didn't like it when people speaked to you that way... but the way frank degraded you was so hot!
You couldn't last for much longer, you felt like you were gonna cum any second now. Frank kept fucking you and fucking you like a wild, horny animal and you just couldn't hold it - you came all over his dick with no warning, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear
With just a few more thrusts frank came too, filling up your cunt with hot gooey cum.
he pulled out, both of you panting. Frank wastes no time going to 'clean you up', he kneeled down to your cunt and started licking and sticking his tongue in and out of your wetness.
You whine, he was so good at oral.. you grabbed a chunk of his hair as he ate you out. He groped your thighs and then moved is hands up to grip at your hips, digging his fingernails into your skin.
You could feel his voice vibrating as he groaned against your pussy. He swirled his tongue around your clit, and if you weren't moaning already you surely were now because FUCK did he have a way with his mouth...
He kept going and going at your clit until you felt yourself getting close again. Frank noticed you were close and took a hand to your clit, moving his mouth back to lick your cunt
"fucking whoreboy, you love when I play with your cunt huh? Little fucking slut, your useless~ fucking use-" he muttered against your pussy between licks, degrading you until he was cut off by your orgasm
You came all over franks mouth.. he pressed his tongue all the way out against you so you were coming on it, he looked up at you with big puppy eyes as your cum dripped all down his face.
And blah blah blah he cleaned you and himself up and gave you forehead kisses and the whole shebang 😛
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HOLAY MOLAY I LOVED WRITING THIS SM WTFFFFF DONNIE I LOVE U BRO/p
Leathermouth frank my beloved stupid puppy hoe
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90ekz · 1 year ago
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ive head this nagging thought in the back of my head that satoru has some kinda random spot on his body that’ll make him instantly pop a bone. I DONT KNOW JUST WORK WITH ME HERE PLS 🙏 i love your works btw 😘
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✧ sweet spot, ft. satoru gojo
✧ tags: mostly fluff, whiny satoru, ‘baby’ as a nickname, did i say mostly fluff already??, dry humping, overstim, loser satoru cs he’s mushy and in love
✧ an: this idea is now living in my head and not paying rent, thanks a lot anon :/
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satoru usually just does his own hair care, and he’s very meticulous about it. he wants everything to be clean and pristine—not that you weren’t capable of doing that for him, he’s just very, very dramatic. he didn’t even know this spot was sensitive until
 literally now.
he’s standing in the bathroom as you brush your teeth, absentmindedly rubbing his hand over his growing undercut. he figured it was time for him to cut it anyway, but his arms were very sore from some training he’d done with the kids yesterday.ïżŒ
“babe.”
“y’esh?” he chuckled at your mouthful of the minty paste, and just waited for you to finish brushing. when you finally did, you turned to face him as he brushed his thumb over the white pooling on the corner of your mouth.
“can you cut my hair today? ‘arms are so sore.” satoru whined, his finger still tracing your lip lazily.
“have you washed it? i don’t need your lice transferring to me—ouch! okay, okay, plug in the clippers!” you giggled as he pinched your lip. the clippers rested on his side of the sink, and he plugged them in wordlessly. you stood behind him, lightly brushing the area with the small brush you know is the most comfortable for him. satoru sighs lightly as you do this, and his shoulders relax.
he didn’t know exactly what it was, but your hands felt different than his. you made him so sensitive usually anyway, but this was weird. his cheeks were heating, and everything was tingling, not just his neck.
and then you did it.
the clippers worked in upward strokes as you trimmed the hair down, and suddenly your thumb brushed over some magical pressure point of his. satoru felt pleasure shoot down his spine like he never had before, and a almost girly squeak slipped out before he could stop it. your eyes go wide and you remove the clippers from his neck. satoru is deathly still, and you watched color bloom over his cheeks in the mirror.
“
you okay sato’?” the nickname drips off your tongue like honey—so effortless, so intimate, and he hates that you decided to use it right now. he can’t take it. you’ve never called him that, and he can hear the amused tilt in your voice.
satoru gulps, because he doesn’t know what to say. how does he say that he wants you to keep going, to keep brushing over that exact spot so he can pinpoint exactly what that feeling was just now? he’s never felt anything like that when he cut his own hair

he settles on a weak little “i’m fine, baby,” because frankly? he doesn’t trust himself to say any other words right now.
you give him a little smile in the mirror before your hands start working again, and you finally start getting somewhere with actually cutting his damn hair. he doesn’t feel anything out of the ordinary happen anymore, and now he’s finally cleanly shaven again like he likes. you did an exceptional job, and satoru peppers you with kisses as a reward.
he mostly stops thinking about it after this.
yeah, maybe the thought lingers in the back of his head for a few hours after, and maybe he stands in the bathroom rubbing his thumb over the back of his neck for a little longer than considered normal, but it was fine.
except for when you call him down to finish watching the movie you’d started earlier, and he’s laying on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair. satoru isn’t even paying attention to what your hand is doing as he yaps about the plot of the film, and you listen.
“he’s a piece of shit! i mean, he stayed with his side piece on the plane, and made his wife drive in the snow? fuck mike ‘till it’s backwards.” satoru spits, his attention fully focused on the movie’s plot.
unlike you, who’s mind was still in the bathroom, cutting satoru’s hair.
ïżŒyou haven’t stopped thinking about the little noise he’d made as you’d accidentally pressed your finger over the nape of his neck, right where the hair started. he sounded so weak—so vulnerable, and you decided right then that you needed to hear much more of that.
your mind was now solely focused on one thing, and your hand was moving just as it was in the bathroom. you twirled your fingers around strands, until finally threading your fingers through his hair and giving a small tug. this tore a stuttered breath out of satoru, and you smiled. he’d gone a little more rigid against you, and his commentary had stopped as you payed so much attention to him. he was losing focus of the movie, too.
“b-babe,”
“hmm?” you hummed back, fingers now traveling from his hair to his lower neck, tracing small circles there. you knew what you were looking for, but why not tease a little first?
satoru couldn’t answer you if he tried—every word in his throat dies as you press down onto that spot once more, and he’s slamming his hand on-top of yours to make sure you don’t move it. he isn’t sure why he does that exactly, but why does it matter? why does anything matter when you’re touching him like this?
he can’t do this, just one press on his spot has his dick rising and stiff against your thigh, and even you can hardly believe it.
“sato.” you grip his hair to pull him off your chest, just enough to look at you. he whines from the mixture of the nickname and the sting of his scalp.
“b-baby, please.” satoru breathes. you know what he’s asking for, and you figured you’d done enough teasing for a while. you grin, rubbing your thumb back and forth over the pressure point back and forth, up and down, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he came just from this based on the sounds he was making. he hovers you, his arms barely holding his body up, and he’s heaving into your neck.
“breathe, satoru.”
“mmph—i will! i will, just please don’t stop,” satoru whines, his hips grinding down against your thigh. sure, this whole thing is embarrassing as hell, but he couldn’t help the cheeky grin that stretched across his face as you indulged him. as you ran your acrylics over the sensitive part of him, he dropped his head back into your shoulders, and his own started to shake violently.
he was laughing.
you were shocked by this, but you didn’t dare stop. at some point, you couldn’t help but snort a little as he grasped onto you. it was cute—the way his giggles melted into moans, the way he couldn’t control himself or his emotions in the moment. there were no coherent thoughts forming in his head except for fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.ïżŒ
and you loved it that way.
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kadentherabbit · 1 year ago
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Tate Langdon NSFW Alphabet,
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(A/N! This is my first written smut!!! I haven’t yet finished Murder House and I have really bad focus on tv shows so I really hope this is good enough! The divider (flowers and leaves is from @/mietteone) I’ll try and make this without any gender talk!)
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A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
He’s very cuddly after a round of sex, even clingier if the two of you go for longer than a round. He can’t find himself letting go of you at all. He’ll probably fall asleep first btw.
Yet some days he’s not as happy has the others, he’ll distance himself from you after sex for a few minutes, lay by himself and stare at the wall before he finally cuddles up to you, only if he can be the little spoon though. Maybe he’ll start venting or crying, but most the time it ends in cuddles and cockwarming if he’s upset.
B= Body part (favorite body part themself and their lover)
He definitely prefers his hands or his mouth, Tate likes holding onto you while fucking, even if it’s not during sex he loves holding you. Running his hand up and down your thigh or gently grazing your neck and the hickeys he left the night before.
His mouth because well, he can give you all the hickeys and kisses in the world! Marking you is his favorite past time, Tate trails kisses down from your chin all the way to between your legs where he can give you the most sloppy oral ever.
Tate can’t pick and choose parts of your body, all of it is the most perfect thing he’s ever seen. But he prefers your face, the way you express your love and watching you talk or whimper under him is the best! Really likes your hair aswell, he can tug and play with it all he wants.
C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)
Inside. He doesn’t care about anything
.all he wants is to just stay inside of you a little bit longer
. Talks about breeding you even if he wouldn’t consider a baby at all. (Unless it’s the antichrists :3)
He supposes that he’ll come on your stomach, second favorite place ever, pulling out and letting it spill all over your smooth skin. It gets him going for a second round.
D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)
First day you moved in, he was already stalking you, watching everything you did even if it was in a sexual way, he also took a habit of stealing your underwear and shirts
just so he could feel closer to you.
E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
Not really, no, he didn’t have much of a sex life when he was alive. All he really had was porn and his imagination.
F= Favorite position
Simple missionary is the best, he can watch your face contort into all the different little emotions you have to show while you whimper out his name and beg him to go faster. It’s also super easy to kiss you when you’re facing him.
Back shots when he’s angry, shoving you into the mattress and almost growling into your ear, it’s crazy how fast he can go from loving and caring to nearly suffocating you in the pillows. He’s still gonna leave marks all over your back.
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
Tate likes to crack a few jokes, jokes about being dead stuff like “ever been fucked this good by a ghost?”. Little comments like that or a knock knock joke if he’s really in a good mood.
Yet, like I’ve stated before, when he’s upset, he doesn’t crack jokes, he barely even talks unless he’s telling you how good you’re doing.
H= Hair (grooming habits)
He’s always been a smooth person, he likes shaving, it’s uncomfortable with hair in places like that. Occasionally he’ll have a bit of a carpet but it’s never more than a little chunk of it.
I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or dirty)
He tries to be romantic, maybe some flower petals scattered along the halls to your bedroom. Or a lit candle sitting on your bedside table, you have no idea where it came from btw.
He praises a lot, telling you how good you’re doing and how pretty you are. He needs to make sure you understand how much he loves you.
J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
Before he met you (well before he actually started talking to you) he was a compulsive masturbater. Any moment he was stressed or when he could catch a glimpse of you changing, he had his jeans down to his knees in a second.
Yet now that you two are dating, he doesn’t jerk it as much, only when you’re at school and can’t find himself waiting for longer than an hour. He knows you’re always up for a round or two if he needs some help.
K= Kink (well, kinks!)
Choking, Praise, occasional degration, (definitely a mommy kink. He also really wants to fuck you in the latex suit.)
He likes to be choked more than choking you. Scared that he’ll possibly hurt you or even kill you if he in a bad mood. So he prefers being chocked when he’s on the bottom.
Praise goes both ways, if you praise him, he’ll cum immediately after whimpering and begging for “momma’s help”. Tate loves praising you, I’ve stated before that he needs to make sure you understand how pretty you are.
Degrades you when in a bad mood, calling you a whore, slut, etc. Sometimes he goes a little far, and he’ll make up for it with the best cuddles and aftercare ever.
Mommy kink, Only really when he’s on the bottom or in an upset mood. With how much of a bad experience he has with his mom, he finds a tiny bit of comfort in calling you his momma in bed.
L= Location (where they like to get it on)
the bed is always a number one place. It’s comfortable and easy for cuddles right after the deed has been done.
Occasionally, he’ll fuck you over a kitchen counter if your family isn’t home, These are typically the days he’s not in a good enough mood to wait.
Infront of a mirror. Pretty self explanatory but he doesn’t do it often, sometimes he really really needs a confidence fix so he fucks you infront of the mirror and degrades the hell out of you.
M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
Just you in general gives him the worst hard on imaginable. But if you’re wearing shorts or a skirt, he really can’t keep his hands off of you.
Making out and giving him hickeys will also make him horny. He enjoys all the kisses and sloppiness of pre-sex kissing.
N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)
Refuses to ever share you, nothing like threesomes or cucking or letting someone else watch. He gets jealous really quick, he needs you all to himself.
Bodily fluids that aren’t blood/spit/cum. It’s gross, Tate gets disgusted at the mention of it.
Not a huge fan of role plays. Can’t really elaborate on this one but he likes being Tate and you being
.well you.
O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
Really good at giving you head, it’s surprising since he never had much experience but he finds himself giving really sloppy and really amazing head.
Loves when you suck him off, he’ll act like he hates it and that he’s some tough guy but the moment your lips wrap around his dick. He’s whimpering and moaning and begging for more, he’s very loud.
P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
I explain this a bit more in Q. But normally he prefers slow and sensual sex. Taking all the time he needs to please you and himself, he can normally last well past your orgasm. But for rounds, he can last about 2 and a half before he starts unraveling.
He can get rough, lasting for about 3-4 rounds with the fastest pace ever imaginable, I mean he’s dead, his energy levels are really off the charts. He can last a good 2 hours without cumming but when he does, it’s a lot.
Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
Some days, yes, and some days, no. Sometimes he just needs a little relief and a quick round of sex. On those days, he’ll really rock your shit and go right back to wandering around the house and doing his ghostly things.
If he’s upset or really needs you, he prefers to take it slow, being able to have you under him for as long as possible. He only finds himself speeding up if you want him too, but you have to beg him first.
R= Risk (do they like to try new things)
Yeah, definitely into trying some new kinky things. Like if you asked to tie him up or asking to be tied up. He’ll try it, anything to make you happy, oh it’s an added bonus if you unlock some deep secret kink inside of him.
S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
typically, Tate can last 2 rounds, he finds himself getting overstimulated too quickly if he goes on for too long and can’t pleasure you anymore.
If it’s one of those days, 3 or 4, he just needs to get all the energy out. He’ll take small breaks in between if you need them but doesn’t find himself taking breaks.
T= Toys (do they use sex toys on themselves or their lover)
He doesn’t like them but he won’t be pissed off if you own a vibrator or dildo. He understands that he’s not always there when you’re in the mood but he can show you how much better he is then those stupid pieces of silicon.
Not much of a toy user, I mean he won’t start complaining if you use a vibrator on him or something to punish him
U= Unfair (do they tease or do they enjoy being teased)
Typically, no, but ifs he’s mad. Yeah, he’ll spend at least an hour teasing you and pushing you to the edge. He’ll fuck you then give you head and repeat the cycle until you’re basically crying.
Tate enjoys being teased more than he’ll admit. At first he’ll laugh it off and say he can handle it like a man, but after about 2 minutes. He’ll be underneath you, crying and begging (just like how teases you!). He can’t really handle what he dishes out, but he really does enjoy it.
V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
The first time, he tried to stay quiet, felt embarrassed at how loud he was. He was basically screaming while jerking off so he didn’t want to make a noise while having sex.
Until he let a few moans slip and you loved it. You told him that the more he moaned, the better. So he never really held back unless your family was awake, he’s really loud. Whimpering, moaning and groaning, all the noises that a man could make, Tate can make them.
W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)
As I briefly stated in K, Tate really really wants to fuck you in the latex suit. He will never admit unless you say something first but that’s all he really wants.
X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)
6.5 inches when he’s soft and about 7 when he’s painfully hard.
Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)
Pretty high, he gets horny easily and can’t really get rid of his hard ons as easily. It’s a good thing since he knows you’re always up for a quick round or two.
He’s also pretty patient, if you tell him to wait an hour so you can do homework. He’ll wait (after a few minutes of whining and complaining). He can wait but it’s not his favorite.
Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
He tries to stay awake longer than you so he can lull you to sleep or make you feel more comfortable for the last moments of the night but he normally falls asleep first. Especially if it’s been a rough day for him.
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answer2jeff · 2 years ago
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SHARING SPACE — Carmen Berzatto.
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synopsis: just a blurb, how you ended up moving in with Carmen :)
warnings: established relationship, reader is implied female (but little use of specific pronouns), fluffy headcanons, some smutty implications, some smutty implications but still fluff, mentions of alcohol and smoking, blurb is set once they're rebranding The Beef into The Bear.
i need more Carmen fluff this man is my whole life. btw this is super short but i'm sooooo burnt out :'(
It started with you "accidentally" falling asleep in his bed from the night before, panicking and hurrying to put your clothes in the morning before he had to rush to work. You weren't technically dating, but you were too close for comfort to be considered something as shallow as "friends with benefits." It was more than that.
But then things seemed to slow down. It turned into spending an extra ten minutes enveloped in each others arms. You shared, "good mornings" between sickly sweet kisses, his hands feeling up and down your torso while your fingers entangled in his hair. Carmen whispered about how much he didn't want to leave—as much as both of you knew he had to.
"You're gonna be late, Carmy." You'd groan, cupping his clean-shaven face and planting small kisses on his cheeks. Carmen let out a sigh of disappointment, realizing his short moment of bliss would be over the second he thought about leaving.
"I'm gonna clean up, 'kay?" He'd mumble, kissing your sweet lips one last time. His pupils dilated at the sight of you in his sheets, something he wish he didn't have to cherish from how little free time he seemed to have.
"Mhm."
Once he'd hop in the shower, you'd get yourself dressed before pouring him a warm cup of coffee, occasionally placing any dirty dishes stranded in the kitchen in the sink as an act of courtesy. You'd check the time, 7:00am,
As much as it pained you to leave without a proper goodbye, you worried that Carmen needed space- that he didn't have time to pepper kisses along your cheeks before he left.
"Bye Carmy!" You'd call out, but not quite loud enough for him to hear from the bathroom.
He wished you would've stayed just a little longer.
Eventually, you caught on. At one point, you swore you saw Carmen popping his head back into his bedroom to see if you were still there as you were already halfway out the door. From that point on, you started leaving little notes next to his coffee, littered with "I'm so proud of you," and sweet comments like, "break a leg Bear," and sometimes even an "I'll see you soon."
Then it turned into spending all weekend, every weekend, in his apartment—even though you'd been stopping by the restaurant between closing hours, and spending a good hour or two with him every other day of the week.
It just wasn't enough.
You started bringing a share-sized blanket and bottles of your favorite drinks whenever you came over, which was practically 4-5 times a week by that point.That blanket ended up rotating between your apartment and his, until it finally resided on the couch.
Wrapping himself in that blanket whenever you weren't around, reminded him that there was something else to think about; that there was someone else who needed him just as much as he did them.
You started leaving little things like your hoop earrings on the kitchen counter, or your puffer jacket on his coatrack, wondering if they'd still be there by next weekend; wondering if Carmen would ever have the heart to give them back to you. (Spoiler alert, he kept everything you ever "forgot"' in the exact same spot. Having a piece of you in his home at all times seemed to make up for your absence during the week, even if it just made him miss you more.)
Then you started packing extra clothes with you that you'd stuff into an empty drawer in Carmen's dresser. You brought your travel-sized, makeup bag with you, which you just ended up leaving in his bathroom. Along with your meds, and your skin care, and practically everything else you couldn't live without.
...
"You should just move in at this point." Carmen let out a breathy laugh as he watched you do your makeup, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. Not even 20 minutes ago, he saw you pick out an entire outfit from the spare clothes you brought, not even realizing that you left a pair of black shoes that went with everything, right in his shoe rack.
"I practically live here now," you paused to put on some mascara, your mouth gaping open as you tried to concentrate, "but my lease is up on the 23rd." You joked, twisting the cap on your mascara back on and tossing it into your makeup bag.
"I mean—would you want to? Live here? With—with me?" He physically turned to look at you, your reflection not giving him enough clarity. He needed to see you, whether you said yes or no. You felt your stomach turn, and the question seemed unreal.
"I— yeah, I guess. Only if you want me to, but that'd be pretty... cool." You turned your head to face him, gazing into his desperate eyes. He needed to be able to call this apartment "ours," not just "his."
This apartment felt more like a home than you than anywhere else you resided in Chicago. You made your commute to work from this apartment, you ate and showered and slept in this apartment, bits and pieces of you were tossed all around this apartment, you brought home every new piece of clothing and jewelry back to this apartment.
Carmen literally made you keep a spare key in your wallet, advising you to come over whenever you needed something—even if he wasn't home. He trusted you with his space,
He took it upon himself to buy you a toothbrush, the shampoo and conditioner you raved about after he complimented your hair, and extra pads/tampons/menstrual cups (since he wasn't sure what you used,) just for when his bathroom would be occupied by you. He cleaned out the hidden cabinet behind the mirror above the sink, making sure you had a place for all of your things. He moved all of his cologne, deodorant, lotion, etc in the cabinet underneath it.
All he ever wanted was to make sure you felt safe.
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frographite · 20 days ago
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the making of shironui
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i wanted to yap about the process of modifying a chibigurumi to make this guy
so i wanted to make a shiro nui and i saw someone else modify existing nuis for the edels so i wanted to try it for shiro. and also as for why I didn't consider commissioning one.. its mostly my pride bc i have been sewing since hs (just plushies and stuff i am no cosplayer) so paying someone else to do it never really crossed my mind and also i wanted it to look as much like the official kukugumi chibigurumis as it could. i do think it would be awesome to get some jhs plushies like factory made but this is just me silly project since ive also barely ever made anything for myself. before the official chibigurumis even came out i had plans to make a mei fan nui from scratch that never came to fruition...
the base for this was the chibigurumi for reno ichikawa from kaiju no. 8. i have not watched that sorry to that guy it seems cool tho.
this pic is dated june 8 2024
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what i did to find a base was. i went on jp mercari and just straight up searched ちびぐるみ and sorted by price ascending. and then looked for something with a face and eyebrow color i wanted. the two candidates were this guy and loid forger LMFLAJSK but the colors matched much better with this guy. here he is after i ripped his hair off
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then i covered his bald head with the fabric i got for shiros hair. that fabric btw is basically like minky but i bought it from a japanese store thru proxy bc all the actual minky you can find online searching in eng (even on like, aliexpress) is a lot longer pile than i wanted it to be. i did a lot of searching in jp about making nuis and when u search nuigurumi fabric (ぬいぐるみ澃) this shop comes up first they call the fabric soft boa. im pretty sure i got this one white blue https://shop.nuigurumi-fabric.com/items/73204824
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other fabric i got from various places/some i had some is also from japan. oh uh as for how i did this.. idk .. ball shape so 3 umm.. leaf shape thingies... then i think used a combo of hot glue and sewing to stick it on
if you've read this far you deserve to see this now so disclaimer that this is not meant to be a tutorial. all of the sewing projects ive ever done are simply just vibes i just make up the pattern on some paper as i go and trial and error until it looks right. to really drive home how disorganized i am this is a picture of my desk from today which is basically how i left it when i finished the shironui a month ago.
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moving on. after covering the bald head i drew pattern for the hair pieces. i ended up losing one of these pieces and recutting it and i may have swapped around the pieces I honestly dont know and it looks fine now anyway but perhaps not exactly what was originally intended.
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now i don't have many progress pics from this point on. i bought some adhesive felt and adhesive nylonish ? fabric and used the nylon one to make the skirt and undershirt and also cover up some of the pattern that was there with skin. glued things if they wouldn't stay by their own power. glue (hot glue and later clear dry white glue) was my best friend.
i also covered the arms and legs with some skin colored minky i had which, was actually too long and too light, so bc i am insane i basically spent some hours shaving down the fur with scissors until it was as thin as possible and then dyed it a little with an orangeish marker. then i sewed two pieces together and pulled it on like a sleeve and sewed it to the body. and you rly cant see it but on the legs i glued some brown fabric where the legs connect to the body so its like her two thigh straps
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after this i made the skirt tail and jacket and cape. i have this note here where i was trying to list all the things i had to do but i stopped using it bc i did most of the rest of this work in like. a day. the "embroider skirt tail lining lines" is when i stopped working on this properly in 2024 and i just occasionally worked on the embroidering for that lol..
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first i tried to finish this before anime north so i could bring her with me but it didnt happen and i think thats when i stopped using this note. basically i just sewed the two sides of the tail/jacket together and then glued the gold fabric on directly
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the skirt tail in question is not even that visible lol but the integrity of everything is important.
uhh then i. so the rest of this i finished while pulling an all nighter right before my trip to japan. i wont try to remember what i did basically just know it involved a lot of glue and pain and glue and glue. by the way, for the back of head hair i used hikari's hair as a reference bc i have her nui and it is similarly long.
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thank you hikari for your service being trapped on the sewing desk of hell for a year (shes now back with her friends nanamaya)
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thats the pattern. i also realized before i was gonna do hair that the hair wasnt as stiff as hikaris so i put two layers of iron on light interfacing on it. one other thing i wanted to talk about is due to being in a rush i just traced on the back of the fabric i was using with a big black marker and that was a bad idea bc it bled and i had to trim off more of the fabric than planned so the bangs looked thinner than planned and if i had more time i probably would have redone the front hair piece, but i think my 24hr panic to finish it before my trip is part of the love i put in it and it still looks fine so i'm leaving it.
the hair fabric was also fraying a bit on my trip so i bought anti-fray liquid stuff from japan (really good product i found at yuzawaya: https://www.yuzawaya.shop/smartphone/detail.html?id=000000001309) i applied that today and it worked well. i also realized today that the bit of marker I didn't manage to trim off before i left ended up leaving marks on the face. and i also tried today to color the eyes more red with marker but it bled everywhere. so i spent like 2 hours trying to wash out all my marker mistakes and nothing was unsalvageable with some alcohol and water and patience but i will never fuck around with markers again. really it was my greed coming back to bite me bc the eye color is already quite similar all things considered
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here's the cape. similar to the skirt tail and jacket i embroidered the two sides separately and then glued the gold edge on. the shoulder pads and clock are made from adhesive felt. they have velcro bits so the cape can stick to shiro properly and the clock can stick too and today i added the velcro on the outside of the cape where the clock sticks bc it was sticking directly to the embroidery thread and kind of destroyed that part. i also put some anti fraying stuff on this today. i wanted to make the cape removable mostly so i could dress him up in stupid outfits
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more pics. here u can barely kinda see the brown straps on her legs. i originally wanted to make shoes too but it didn't work out so maybe one day later.
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the harness is made with some stretchy synthetic leather it was really forgiving which helped but i still had to recut this like 5 times. as u can see in the pic the inner blue for the jacket does not go down all the way or actually attach to the jacket its just adhesive felt
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after some repairs today bro is confined in the containment chamber again. btw this nui holder actually fell apart when we were in kyoto pokemon center and then i sewed the plastic piece back on with a sewing kit from daiso lol. also, some of the gold rubbed off on the gold fabric on the corners and edges but i think it's fine it looks cool and it shouldn't do that anymore bc she is contained
the end. take this photo again
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closetmonsterx · 4 days ago
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I wanted to write something to get me started. I have no clue if this is good enough to be my first writing piece here, but I hope you guys like it? :) not too sure if it’s fully in character or even makes sense but shush i love this.
Lil bit of context!!! so, you’ve realised some of the objects in your house, such as Betty and jean loo and other objects who had asked you to realise them the moment they saw it was possible, which you thought was rude. But still a lot were around. ANYWAY, you and Chance have been together for a while now since you got the glasses, and since Betty left, he figured he could finally sleep in the same bed as you. Without being watched. How’s the morning after like? Read and see for yourself :P
This is just a cute lil one-shot about a cute scenario I thought of. Fuck i love me and my ideas.
Oh btw reader doesn’t really talk in this :P sorryyyy. And this isn’t really proof read so lmk if there’s any mistakes <3
Chance x Reader! (Fluff)đŸŒ· đŸŽČ
Under the cut!
The soft rays of sunlight fall through the window to land gently upon your sleeping form. You were having the most delightful rest you have had in what felt like a long while, so deep in sleep that the light upon your face didn’t even make you stir. Ever since Betty left it’s been difficult, so you were grateful even in dreamland that you were sleeping so well again. Your sleep didn’t last longer than five more minutes though, as the alarm clock on the bedside table beeped loudly. You grumbled and blinked yourself awake, lifting your hand to shut the alarm off. But before you could reach it, you saw a hand reach from behind you and shut it off for you. You were confused in your sleepy state, but soon remembered who was in bed with you. Right, Chance had asked to sleep in your bed last night. And who were you to deny a face that cute?
You hummed lazily and let your arm drop onto your pillow, shuffling and turning yourself around in bed to face him. He wasn’t wearing his usual outfit, instead wearing.. nothing as far as you could tell. His eyes were still shut and his glasses on the bedside table of the other side of the bed, he was probably intending on getting a few more minutes of sleep. But once you did a double take as his bare but soft top half, you looked down to yourself, relieved to see that you were indeed still wearing your clothes. You lifted your blanket just a bit to check your lower half, and that was still covered too. You glanced at his side of the bed and you saw he had.. a pair of your sweatpants on. You were a little relieved he wasn’t naked, but grumbled soon after now that you considered how he’d probably stretched them out.
You heard a soft chuckle escape him, glancing back up to his face and letting the blanket fall. He had his eyes open now, and was looking at you with a look of gentle adoration in his eyes. He’s been with you long enough to be able to tell you were annoyed he might’ve stretched your sweatpants, and he intended on dismissing the thought from your pretty head. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He started softly, gently moving an arm to your waist and sleepily and weakly pulling you towards him. You shuffled and cuddled up to him, the pants already slipping your mind once you felt how soft he was. His chest shook a little as he giggled at how cuddly you were in the mornings. He’s never been able to see you like this, and he loved seeing it for the first time. “Okay, cuddle bug.” He said, you could hear his smile as he gazed down at you cuddled into his side with your head on his chest. “..Your adorable, y’know that?” He complimented, leaning down and kissing the top of your hair.
He shifted to get more comfortable, his arm staying loosely around you as he spoke again. “Can we stay like this for a bit longer? I need inspiration for our next G&G session.. and dreaming of you sure helps.” He cooed gently, rubbing small circles into your waist as you sleepily nodded and shut your eyes with your head against his chest. You didn’t have any plans, and you’re sure nobody would mind. He sighed contently, and shut his own eyes with a small smile. “I love you so much..” he drawled sleepily before he yawned and fell asleep, you following soon after. Sure other objects wanted to talk to you today, but when you felt the air in the room grow to a perfect cool temperature, and heard the curtains shut to block out sun that would’ve woken you up later.. You knew they didn’t mind at all.
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kaontic · 27 days ago
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I’m so flabbergasted at this point y’all it ain’t even funny.
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(To me at least. You’re welcome to find it funny whether I can stop ya or not—)
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Carly, it’s been 22 issues, and you STILL HAVE YOUR HAIR UP GURL HOW—?! 😭
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(âŹ†ïž Can’t shade for scrap if ya couldn’t tell âŹ†ïž)
That doesn’t bother you???????
Like I can only keep my hair up for so long even when I don’t tie it so goddamn tight, so that it looks somewhat presentable at work—
Letting my hair down after several hours is one of the most relieving feelings~ 😼‍💹
*Shrugs* But idk, you guys. Maybe in her case it’s the constant adrenaline that’s distracting her from the strain.
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Imao she is so over this guy same gurl same pfffffffft—
“Beautiful country”?
Where was you when this “beautiful country” on the West Coast started gettin’ attacked 6 months ago huh? 😂
🩗🩗🩗
That’s what I f*ckin’ thought, Sir. đŸ€Ą
Also—
How about expressin’ condolences for her dad instead of bein’ another cactus prick that we gotta rip outta our skins?
Davey ain’t no statistic, and neither’s Sparkplug so show some damn respect General Plot Drag Flagg.
(I know she’s had “development”, but I’m surprised that she didn’t go off on him for the way he was speaking about Davey [besides, um, Magnus getting tortured again. Did you notice that Carly or
? đŸ€š]. His death should still be a fresh wound for her imo even if she’s had 6 months to heal because, well, does it ever get any easier?
Maybe she’s gotten emotionally numb to/detached(?) from it all [tho I do admittedly find her dialogue a bit cause for side-eyin’, sometimes, like when she called the Autobots “nerds” before their final fight with Shockwave], which, Ik, it doesn’t sound any healthier than the female rage)
(God I hope Dr. Lio can get ‘em some therapy after this—)
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Now go back to kissin’ Destro’s ass.
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*Whispers* Oh. Carly. Btw, Cliff stopped bein’ obsessed with ya despite the fact that you’ve been pissed off at him longer than you’ve been cool with each other. (Â ïżŁïŸ‰âˆ‡ïżŁ)ïżŁïœ°ïżŁ)
*Gets overheard* UM— O_O💧
W-WAIT. WHO SAID THAT?
I MISREAD BEFORE BUT, IT TURNED OUT TO BE TRUE?
HE DOESN’T WANNA GO BACK?
WhAt Is HaPpEnInG?! (」°ロ°)」
And notice how Elita didn’t assault Cliff for that. ☝
Will she hit him later?
Uh. Maybe.
BUT—
Given that, all things considered, she’s pretty much kept her composure this entire story despite everything she’s fraggin’ dealt with (+ Opps’ recent incompetence that she doesn’t know about).
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(âŹ†ïž Apparently who some readers expect Elita to emulate lol âŹ†ïž )
I think Cliff will be okay.
(This better not age badly—)
Because ya know which p.o.j would beat the scrap outta him for what he did, if he were on their side? 😀
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Megs. I’m gonna be as nice (and as annoying) as you look/are rn in this panel.
Please shut ur whiny bitch aft up.
(Cuz, to reiterate, we’re a little too similar rn for my liking)
M’kay? 🙂🙃
And i-it’s not even the deer (and I really don’t feel like looking up what a deer carcass would look like after 6 months realistically. I have my limits), it’s just you talking. Stop.
If you gotta keep the optics, then lose your voice box. That’s another interesting idea that we haven’t seen before.
(I will riot otherwise. Be warned)
“So, we just found out that he got abducted before he started grooming younglings to be his soldiers—”
You know what?
After spending more time in this fandom, I’ve come to realize that Idgaf if he was raised in a cage in the dark to be a gladiator’s beast to slay— ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(That actually sounds really cool for a fan continuity backstory— 📝👀 )
He doesn’t get enough hate when he’s written to be sympathetic, and not enough love when he’s written to not be lol.
IDW didn’t make me feel bad for him (I’ll give you one name: Impactor), TFP didn’t make me feel bad for him (“Oh, that was oppression. Goodbye!”) and TF One sure as hell didn’t make me feel bad for him (*Pins for a later post*)—
(And if you do find me feeling bad for him, then you know I’ve been ✹ deceived ✹ . Or it’s Shattered Glass. Or I’m being held at gunpoint again—)
I just love how unapologetically detestable they’re lettin’ him be for once and so far (and oh please, please, please let’s keep him that way).
“You still don’t know whether or not he has the same origin as G1—”
“😑”
Before Issue #13, I predicted (really for funsies as usual but still) that Megatron would eventually team up with Prime to fight the Quintessons (and, um, about that— *Looks at Void Rivals*), as well as Elita teaming up with Megatron as a possible unique direction for the writers to take them.
Issues #13 + #14 checked me so hard that I lost sleep over it lol wow.
Elita, you deserve an eternity of apologies, and more, because YIKES.
What was I thinking for those few astroseconds
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IS THAT ✹THE✹ SOLUS PRIME?!
IN THIS ECONOMY??????????????????? đŸ˜±đŸ˜
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pikatrainer99 · 1 year ago
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Kieran is autistic and you can't change my mind!
Okay, I KNOW that I'm not the only one who holds this headcanon...but I wanted to do an analysis on Kieran anyway, especially since my best friend @sinnohanvulpix said she'd love to see me do one. Credit to her for all the screenshots used btw. The GIFs on the other hand were either found on Google Images or created by me using gifrun.com and these YouTube videos:
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I did not use my own footage for this at all...as proof here's what MY character in the game looks like...he has my real name but I tried to make him look like Orange which is why he has the orange eyes 😅
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(Sorry for the bad quality btw...taking pictures of my Switch screen is hard 😅)
Okay, now without further ado, let's get started with the analysis!
First, Kieran has a CLEAR special interest in Ogerpon, he admires and looks up to her, he was obsessed with the story of the ogre, he was always trying to go to her den and meet her, he has a meltdown when Ogerpon chooses the player over him, etc. Carmine even says that Kieran "really really REALLY likes the ogre" and that made me think, "Ah! Special interest!"
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And then at the end of the Teal Mask he gains a new special interest in getting stronger to beat the player...and he hyperfocuses HARD on that...to the point of it being detrimental to both his physical and mental health, as he was doing nothing but training during that time...he barely ate, barely slept, just trained...and that is not healthy. It's a rare example of media showcasing a special interest being unhealthy and absolutely CONSUMING one's life, and the consequences do actually show for it.
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Kieran is very introverted and doesn't know how to make friends very well. I actually think the player is his first friend considering his surprised reaction when the player says they consider him a friend, and following this, he quickly becomes a bit...too attached to the player, as he doesn't quite understand how friendships work.
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(This is also such a neurodivergent way to say "I'm so happy I finally have a friend")
He also struggles socially, as is a requirement for autistic people to qualify for a diagnosis. Kieran specifically has a hard time reading social cues, he struggles with making eye contact, he has clear anxiety when talking to people as proven by his little stutter he has at times.
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(This is an adorable screenshot đŸ„ș)
He also struggles with social and emotional processing (and might have alexithymia as well due to his sudden huge outbursts of emotion), and he also struggles with initiating conversation as well, as seen when he tries to talk to Penny at the League Club. They both have no idea how to even start a conversation with each other and it's honestly pretty adorable seeing the two quiet adorkable kids trying their best to hold conversation. I get it, you two, initiating conversation is really difficult for me too.
Also the way they try to start the conversation by talking about the weather...that's really funny and ironic to me because that's what NTs do all the time. NTs always use the weather as a small-talk conversation starter but NDs like me (and Kieran and Penny too apparently) just don't get that stuff.
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(These two are so neurodivergent it's great and I love them both đŸ„ș)
Kieran also has four in-game animations that I personally see as stimming. The first one is him tapping his fist against his hip when he's thinking or nervous.
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(Focus your attention to his hand here and you'll see it.)
The second one is him playing with a strand of loose hair, usually when he's nervous.
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(The little nervous side glance at the player is relatable and adorable đŸ„ș)
The third one is a more agitated stim that he only does ONCE in the entire game...and that is tapping the front of his foot on the ground. I do that myself when I'm agitated or impatient, somehow it's comforting, especially since for some reason I really like the way my shoes sound when I tap them on the ground... especially since I got my brand new Infernape-themed shoes, they sound extra satisfying because they're brand new.
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(This is not the way most people tap their foot...I've never seen an NT do it like this...only other NDs such as myself and one of my brothers)
The fourth and final one is, unfortunately, a stress stim...Kieran runs his hands very fast through his hair and it also looks like, to me anyway as someone who has self-injurious stims myself, that he is digging his nails into his scalp as well while doing that. I do something similar myself, though on top of running my hands through my hair and digging my nails into my scalp, I also pull at my hair...yeah... self-injurious stims are no joke...and I'm kinda glad Kieran's autism coding brings attention to that aspect of autism...at least in my eyes as someone who does those things myself.
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(He's in so much stress here, poor kid 😔)
Another aspect of autism that I'm surprised and kinda glad that Kieran exhibits as an autistic-coded character is meltdowns and shutdowns. Kieran has actual meltdowns in the game! This is something we have never seen in such an in-your-face way in any Pokémon game, and as someone who regularly has meltdowns myself, it hit me in the feels whenever I saw him having them. His first meltdown is in the Teal Mask when he steals the Teal Mask and runs off to Loyalty Plaza where he battles the player. He yells at Carmine and the player for treating him like an outcast...which is unfortunately something that happens to a lot of autistic people, myself included. Kieran screams at the player and Carmine for for lying to him while doing his stress stim, before running up to the Lousy Three's shrine and punching it, without any regard for his safety, which is also something autistic people may do during meltdowns...I know I have no regard for my safety during mine. After that's all over he gives the mask back to the player and goes home, leaving the player to talk to Carmine alone, who says that she's worried and thinks it's just "teen angst". When I saw that I was like, "...Uh, Carmine...I don't think it's just that, I think your brother is neurodivergent and really needs a lot of help and support because he's struggling a lot right now..."
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His second meltdown is also in the Teal Mask, when he wants Ogerpon to go with him but Ogerpon wants to go with the player...Kieran can't process that and doesn't understand how to take Ogerpon's feelings into account, instead demanding the player to battle him for the right to be Ogerpon's partner. He collapses on all fours after being defeated again, and it gets worse...he looks like he's crying while the player battles Ogerpon in order to catch her. After the player catches her, Kieran wonders why he can't be like the player, and runs off crying, locking himself in his room for the rest of the story. The end of the Teal Mask has him doing his stress stim while being consumed by a new special interest in a very detrimental way...that interest being becoming so strong that no one can defeat him...including the player.
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Kieran's third meltdown is in the Indigo Disk, after the player defeats him in the championship match. That meltdown is a full-on cutscene, where it is CLEAR to see his spiraling mental state through the visuals, and he holds his hands on his head like he has a headache while trying to process the fact that he lost to the player AGAIN (which is also relatable as someone who struggles with processing difficulties myself...it really does give headaches and it is one of the worst feelings when I just can't process what's going on around me or the emotions I feel or anything really)...he collapses to his knees and looks like he's breathing very hard as he is so upset and distressed at this loss. It is definitely one of the most heartbreaking scenes for me because this is a CLEAR CUT MELTDOWN in my eyes and it hits me in the feels like a TRUCK to watch that cutscene.
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Also, in the Terapagos fight, Kieran has a bit of a shutdown for a bit, standing there frozen, thinking he's useless and can't do anything right (which is relatable as I have regular shutdowns as well, and I also constantly feel like I'm a failure of a human being who can't do anything right)...but let me tell you, when the player finally gets him to snap out of it and convinces him to help and he opens his eyes revealing that the light is back in his eyes as well as visible tears...I cheered (and teared up myself). My boy was back, and I was so happy.
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(When I first saw the tears I was like, "NOOOO don't cry Kieran! 😱)
Also in the Indigo Disk, Kieran seems completely different and "no longer like his usual self". His autistic traits are (mostly) nowhere to be seen as he becomes much more serious, angry, assertive,and aggressive. I personally see this as a persona he puts on by masking, which is common for autistic people to do. I myself can't mask, but Kieran definitely seems to be masking here by putting on this persona in order to get stronger and seem stronger as a person as well. This is NOT his real self, this is a FACADE!
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We see him start to drop the mask again in Area Zero when he says it seems like they're in a spy movie or something and how cool that is, but once the crack in his mask is pointed out he immediately puts it back on.
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After everything in the under depths ends, and you go back to Blueberry Academy, he drops the mask again completely, and goes back to his real, adorkable, relatable self...and stays that way from then on, which made me so relieved and happy.
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(This is my favorite cutscene in the entire DLC because of how adorable it is and also how neurodivergent Kieran is being here while apologizing for all he did đŸ„ș)
In conclusion, I think Kieran is a great example of an autistic-coded character who has many relatable traits, and also does a good job showcasing some of the more "unpleasant and challenging behaviors and traits" (NTs use that terminology a lot, not me... that's how NTs unfortunately view NDs a lot of the time) of autism. I used to be afraid of him during the post-Teal Mask pre-Indigo Disk era but that was my trauma and PTSD talking (I talked about the emotional rollercoaster Kieran's story arc took me on in another post from last year after I finally worked up the courage to play the Indigo Disk...feel free to check that out too if you'd like). Now though I can wholeheartedly say that I love and appreciate Kieran a lot as a character, and his relatability is definitely a big part of why he is a big comfort character for me now (please Pokémon put him in Pokémon Masters EX, PLEASE I will literally cry from joy if he gets added to the game)!
Hope you all enjoyed this autistic person's analysis of yet ANOTHER autistic-coded character in Pokémon! I know I had A LOT to say but that just proves how relatable Kieran is, and I love him for that. Let me know what you think and if I missed anything in the comments below!
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