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[foreverambrosia]

Shining magical girl 🌸

When her magical princess technique is activated, the energy transforms Gill into an actualization of her dreams, this is the form she most commonly dons. She also creates a wand which she uses for channeling this technique to fight.

The first pictures background is just a free one I like. Here is also my sketch for the outfit and the pose ref used.

[dapper-shipping-forever]

Ref for my O.ne P.iece s/i. And a doodle how I picture she runs all cute lmao

Some info. Putting it below a read more !

The daughter of Smoker, but she'd always been interested in pirates. She fell in love with a pirate captain and joined his crew. But that pirate was secretly a jerk. He only wanted her power, and he cheated on her with other crew members. When she realized that he cheated and said she'd leave that crew, he tossed her into the ocean, knowing because she had eaten a devil fruit she can't swim. She was caught on the back of a sea creature and washed ashore. She resented that pirate, deciding that anyone who breaks their promises are simply scum, and knowing that he'd been interested in being the strongest pirate around, she went to another crew and promised to stay with them as long as they proved themselves the strongest; a way to protect herself and also a fuck you. That started a whole thing where one crew would be defeated and she'd join the stronger crew; eventually, a rumor spread of a certain power holder and a beauty who was like a prize within the East Blue to obtain for strong pirates. The crew she joined before the straw hats had thuse far been the crew to keep her longest, defeating many various crews. But when they asked her to steal a map to the grand line and she snatched the map the straw hats held, they followed her back to where her crew was; they fought her a few times as she followed orders from the crew, but after a conversation where she said she herself had no issue with them and wasn't interested in trying to fight by herself, she also told them how displeased she is by her crew, but when Luffy asked why she won't simply leave she told him she'd made a promise and she never breaks any promise, and then Luffy asked if she'd promise consider joining his crew if he beat that captain, then she did.

Luffy defeated her captain. And when she was about to immediately get to her knee and pledge herself to him, he stopped her. He said he had asked if she'd CONSIDER joining his crew; he wasn't interested in MAKING anybody join them. No crew had taken her desires into account until that. Smiling, she instead extended a hand and asked if he'd let her join his crew, which obviously he said yeah.

She ate the crystal-crystal devil fruit. She can create crystal on like any surface she touches. These crystals are basically unbreakable, but excess damage effects her and they only stay as long as she's got energy to maintain them; they also vanish if she goes outside of the range for them. She carries daggers that she transforms into numerous different weapons by shaping crystal all around them; she's a jack of all trades but a master of none with various weapons she makes. She can make some crystals permanent, but it takes an amount of energy relative to the amount of crystal. Her powers earned her the Nickname the crystal queen. She gets pretty artistic with her shapes.

[foreverambrosia]

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I think they'd be funny friends

[elodieunderglass]

Firstly, thank you for answering all the Killie Questions. I've gone from 'Oh, it's the sad, ginger horseboy on my dash again' to telling my wife all about THE SAD, GINGER HORSEBOY 😁 while she makes this face at me: 😐. So, thank you for the indulgence.

Second, I'm desperately curious about the rich weirdo who actually owns Thunder and employs Killie. Who is this person? What is it about pairing Killie and Thunder that delights them so, aside from They Win A Lot? Does Killie actually interact with them much, or is it a 'They Sign My Paychecks' kind of thing?

(Killie the jockey OC)

Ohh this is such a GOOD question and it's really hard to answer!

The Rich Owner is an integral part of the pragmatic underpinnings of Killie's narrative.

Being a stable jockey contracted to a fixed owner in the UK liberates him from having to orbit his family's training yard in Ireland, allowing him some space and independence - normally the jockey children of generational trainers are expected to trot around after their parents and get put up on their horses, keeping everything in the family in a perfectly circular self-sufficient ecosystem. Killie, being a prodigy, has ascended to the completely separate sphere of being on retainer to a stable with limitless resources. (His parents are proud, even if the lack of heir-at-home is destabilising the dynasty.) It means Killie gets distance (physical and emotional) from the evil horse dynasty, that he can focus his energy on the sport, and it means he has a longterm relationship with O Holy Thunder, which is otherwise a bit unrealistic in the modern racing industry. And it means he's tremendously guilty about Not Being Home Where People Need Him - even as they're roaring for him to not worry about that, to conquer the world and have the Tiernan stats raised above all others in the history books, carved in stone and filled in with gold, a fling of faith to restore fading glories of a dying sport, etc.

You can see how all of the dominoes are lined up to topple! So, narratively, the Rich Owner HAS to exist to make all of this happen. The problem, narratively - letting you behind the curtain - is that I hadn't laid out any of Killie's problems with the intention of writing a book!! So Killie's owner has traditionally been whatever I was fighting with at the time, and wanted to rotate. They have variously been:

a terrible boss that puts Killie through the wringer, and he feels like a trapped animal (insert any archetype of a boss you hate, or circumstances of a job that felt like a daily panic attack.)

a great boss who is just so eccentric and charismatic and bugwild and loves treating Killie like a pet, and drags him to fancy rich parties and galas and puts him into terrible, terrible situations. (fun for when you want to imagine rich parties and galas and insufferable rich people. and then to put Killie in them. Sleek and beautiful and tiny and dapper, like a jewelled cufflink, and absolutely nothing but white noise between the ears. a racehorse in a cravat, sent into outer space by a teaspoon of prosecco. someone save him)

a pleasant person with benevolent intentions, who is nonetheless corrupted by their wealth, and you can't ever trust them or forget that (anticapitalist theme for when you're mad at capitalism)

old money

new money

minor royalty

I think old money/minor royalty would be enjoying the pleasure of the captive-knight dynamic you'd get out of keeping Killie. For slightly more than minimum wage salary and the cost of his humble little flat-above-the-stables, you could get quite a lot of amusement

a person with a playboy son who is predatorily interested in Killie (captivated for SOME REASON by his blank stare and wet cough and awkward horsegirl swag) but Killie's impenetrable shield of Killieness, like Saint Patrick's Breastplate cast over a priest before an exorcism, has him completely oblivious to all expressions of interest. the receiver's not tuned to the right channel. possibly not even plugged in. (can be played for comedy or something more sinister.)

not even there because they're not relevant to the narrative (They Sign My Paychecks)

I need to pick one and sort it out so we can get some canon published, but I'm doing it entirely the wrong way 'round so far!

Any advice or archetypes you think are funniest are warmly accepted. we're doing this the wrong-way-round anyway!

[aigoos]

Drag Queen Anakin and Dapper Obi-Wan Art

*inserts a lot of squeeing and OMGs and whatnot*

@kana7o did it again! She brought my vision to life when I reached out to her for another idea that wouldn't leave me alone. A couple of weeks ago, I had watched "Stay". The show was decent, but Bombalicious Eklaver, the drag queen who played one of the main characters' bestie, won my heart and made the entire show for me. Charming, fun, hilarious, and GORGEOUS, Bombalicious Eklaver stayed in my mind for a while, and then it gave me the idea of a drag queen Anakin doing his best to seduce Obi-Wan (who has zero complaints, ahaha!).

This art came out fantastic. I love how gorgeous and classy Anakin looks. And Obi-Wan himself also looks so dapper. Oh, my heart and eyes. I am swooning in front of my screen like an idiot. XD Love, love, love!

[fallonsfics]

Perfection in Every Sense

Warnings: Cheating, unprotected sex (p in v), choking, fingering, oral (Fem receiving), lots of praise, profanity.

Overview: You’ve found yourself detesting your boyfriend Felix Ravinstill. Now you find the one who’s been turning your head is none other than Coriolanus Snow.

Word Count: 3,4k

You were arm and arm with your boyfriend Felix Ravinstill as you ambled around Heavensbee Hall. You were waiting for the Reaping to commence, as well as waiting for the results regarding who would be gifted the Plinth Prize. You smoothed out your tight black dress, it was simple yet eye-catching all the same. You greeted your peers with charming smiles and polite greetings. You sipped on your glass of posca as Felix chatted with Arachne and Festus. You found your mind drifting elsewhere as the three spoke in favor of the brutal games. Your gaze floated around the room as you looked for better company.

“Don’t you agree, dear?” Felix asked, nudging your shoulder. Your gaze snapped back to the trio.

“Hm?” You asked, cocking your head. They all chuckled at your response.

“Do you ever have a thought behind those eyes?” Festus teased, eyes raking your figure. 

You pursed your lips as you glared at him. “Trust me I do. However, I was raised with the ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all mindset.’” You retorted. 

You craned your neck as a familiar blond peer caught your eye. Coriolanus had Clemensia Dovecote on his arm as he entered the hall. He looked gorgeous as ever, hair meticulously styled, his dapper vintage shirt creating a refined look. You found yourself drifting from Felix for a moment, as if your feet were moving on their own volition to go greet Coriolanus. However, your boyfriend put a hand at your waist and tugged you to his side once more. “Ansty to see Snow, are we?” He asked, raising a brow.

You rolled your eyes, as annoying as Felix was he wasn’t stupid. “Well, I wanted to wish him luck. As I did to all of my friends.” You said. It wasn’t necessarily a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth either. Coriolanus was known to flirt with you and give you compliments that Felix would never dream of. Much to your delight, Coriolanus parted ways with Clemensia to join your group. 

“If it isn’t the star pupil himself.” Arachne mused as her gaze swept his figure with a critical eye. It was as if she were trying to find a flaw. An impossible notion in your mind naturally. 

“Worried about losing the prize, Arachne?” Coriolanus quipped as he approached. He flashed a charming smile at you. “You look lovely, by far the most radiant in the room.” 

You felt yourself become tongue-tied, looking away bashfully. “Thank you, Coriolanus,” was all you could manage to say. You wanted to compliment him as well but you feared that if you started now the praise would never stop.

Felix, as always, inserted himself into your conversation with Coriolanus. “Have you tried the lamb? It’s scandalous.” He said as he tossed another piece into his mouth. 

“Only the vulgar eat with their fingers, Felix. Did daddy not teach you manners?” Festus scoffed.

“Maybe he would’ve if he wasn’t so busy running the country.” Felix countered with a smug grin.

You rolled your eyes and swatted his arm gently. “Felix, have some modesty.” You urged. Felix was often boastful about his father, as well as his expansive wealth. You found it revolting how egotistical he was. You had to remind yourself, this was a smart match. Your family had known Felix’s family for years. You were practically raised to end up together long-term. 

“Anyway, speaking of Plinth, take a look at Sejanus,” Felix said, jutting his chin to the Plinth family as they entered. “How can someone from such an elite family have such a detestable child?”

This time you pinched his arm. “Felix.” You admonished. You were embarrassed to even be standing next to him at this point. Coriolanus’s eyes darted between you and your boyfriend. It wasn’t uncommon for you to argue in front of others. It was clear that he, and many others, found it amusing. 

“Darling, you can’t argue with facts. Sejanus is simply not cut out for the Capitol lifestyle.” Felix responded with a shrug.

“If I have to hear one more word about how much he hates the games, I’ll put him in the arena myself,” Festus muttered. 

You gingerly removed Felix’s hand from your waist. “I’m going to find my seat.” You couldn’t stand to be around them when they spoke like this.

The Reaping continued and much to everyone’s discontent, the Plinth prize was going to be offered through unconventional means. The following few days at the Academy were tense. All of the mentors were on edge, for once, you were grateful that you weren’t in the top twenty-four of seniors at the Academy. What’s more, Felix was being especially irritable with you. You glared at your boyfriend as you watched him pair up with Festus for the Communications project that Professor Click had assigned. “Felix, you always pair up with me.” You argued.

“No offense dear but I need to make sure I get a perfect score on this assignment,” Felix said as he moved to sit beside Festus. 

You furrowed your brows as you glared at him. It wasn’t the first time that Felix had discredited your academic abilities. 

Coriolanus sat beside you, setting his notes down on the desk. “Don’t pay him any attention. I’ll work with you.” He said. 

Your eyes lit up as he took a seat beside you. “Oh Coryo, you don’t have to do that.” You chuckled softly.

“No I want to, I know we have differing opinions regarding the Districts, maybe you have some insight for me. May I?” He asked, gesturing to your notes.

“Of course.” You said with a shy smile. You weren’t used to many others caring for your opinion about the Districts, other than Sejanus naturally. 

Coriolanus’s eyes darted across the page, his brows contorted with concentration. You leaned over his shoulder. “I was thinking about ways to build rapport with tributes. I know I’m not a mentor but I was thinking…maybe offering them food and water could help. Maybe giving the sick ones medicine as well…Felix’s tribute has been showing signs of tuberculosis so that’s where I got the idea.”

Coriolanus looked over at you with a pleased smile. “That’s quite kind of you. You’re right, it would be a good way to establish relationships with tributes,” he paused for a moment, “such a smart girl.” He praised. You felt your cheeks blaze as he complimented you. It was an unfamiliar experience, you were used to heaping praise on Felix to keep him content however he rarely returned the favor. He chuckled at your reaction as he passed your notes back to you.  “Such a pretty sight too.”

You looked away shyly. “Coriolanus stop flattering me so much, I’ll get an ego.”

“Hm, like your boyfriend?” He asked, tilting his head with a teasing smile. You couldn’t deny that Felix had an ego the size of Panem itself. You looked over your shoulder at Felix and Festus who were animatedly discussing tactics to make tributes fight harder in the arena.

“No one could match that.” You giggled softly.

Coriolanus started brainstorming ideas, jotting them down on paper in his exquisite penmanship. “Why do you even stay with him?” He asked, moving a little closer to you, his leg now brushing against yours.

“He’s a family friend. It’s a smart match.” You said with a shrug. You couldn’t tell if you were saying it like that to remind yourself or to simply inform Coriolanus. You found yourself finding your boyfriend insufferable as of late. It almost wasn’t worth it to stay but you knew your family wanted you to be with Felix long term. 

“A smart match until he drives you insane.” Coriolanus jested. He set down his fountain pen and placed a hand on your knee. You felt your stomach flutter in response to the simple gesture. “As your friend, I just want to look out for you. Make sure you’re making the right decisions. To make sure you’re being treated well.”

You’re gaze darted between his grip on your knee to his face. “What are you implying?” 

Coriolanus shook his head with a short laugh. “Surely you aren’t so naive, darling.” He inched his hand further up your thigh. You looked around anxiously, worried that someone would catch wind of what was happening. However, everyone (including your boyfriend) was working diligently on their projects. “Tell me that I’m overstepping and I’ll stop” He whispered. 

“How long have you been wanting to do this?” You asked softly.

“I must admit I hadn’t given it much thought…until I saw you on Felix’s arm at the beginning of the year.” His fingertips fiddled with the hem of your skirt. “But I’ve always found you lovely.”

You looked up at him through your lashes. “I really shouldn’t…”

Coriolanus glanced at the clock on the wall and slowly pulled his hand away from your thigh. “Class is nearly over. How about this,” he gripped your chin affectionately, making sure he had your full attention, “I’ll come over this evening to work on the project. I’ll leave it up to you if you want to pursue this.”

You already felt a surge of anticipation, your heart hammering in your chest at the thought. “Yes, I’d like that.” You said breathlessly. 

“That’s my girl,” Coriolanus said affectionately. 

As soon as your chauffeur brought you home, you immediately started cleaning your room. Stowing most of your belongings in your closet naturally, you were on a time crunch after all. You rummaged through your dresser trying to find something to wear. You settled on a tight corduroy skirt with a zipper in the front (easy access) with a simple blouse paired with it. You felt your heart stutter when the doorbell rang throughout your family’s stately home. You dashed through the halls and down the stairs of the foyer. You knew it was wrong, it was so incredibly wrong yet it felt so right. You opened the door with a smile. “Coriolanus.” You said with a little nod as you took in his features. His figure was highlighted by the sunset. His curls were contentiously set in place. He was wearing the Academy uniform trousers and button-up but ditched the blazer. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up his forearms and something about that look made you nearly melt on the spot. 

“Good evening darling.” He greeted with a nod. His eyes raked up and down your form, taking in every curve and feature. “You look stunning, is this all for me?” He chuckled as he strode into the foyer. 

“I wanted to look good for you.” You admitted shyly. 

He smirked as he linked his arm with yours. “You look ravishing regardless of what you wear.” 

You looked away bashfully as you led him to your room. “You always know what to say to get me all flustered.” You giggled as you opened the door. 

He followed you in and closed the door, locking it behind him. “Have you given what I said any thought?” He asked as he approached you.

You nodded slowly. “I have,” you stepped closer to him and looked up at him, “I don’t just want to work on our project tonight.” You said coyly. 

Coriolanus snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him. “And what else do you want tonight, hm?”

“Coryo, don’t make me say it.” You looked away embarrassedly. Your eyes widened as Coriolanus grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him again.

“Be a good girl and use your words.” You felt your breath catch at his order. “Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” 

You nodded eagerly. “Y-Yes.” You pawed at his torso as you gazed up at him longingly. “I want you to make me feel good.” You said breathily. 

Coriolanus ran a hand through your hair to relax you. “Good job, darling. Already being so good for me.” He chuckled. He backed you up until you sat at the edge of your bed. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”You felt your face flush. You weren’t sure how to answer his question. With Felix, you always did whatever he wanted; he never asked for your input usually. Coriolanus arched a brow as he looked down at you. “Has your boyfriend ever made you come before?”

“No.” You mumbled. He ran his fingers through your hair again and sank to his knees in front of you. 

“What a pity,” he said as he rubbed your thighs, “you must be so pent up then, hm?” He teased as he toyed with the zipper of your skirt. He pulled his hand away and ran a hand up your torso to your chest. “Can’t believe he didn’t want to make such a pretty girl come.” He mused as he slowly started to unbutton your blouse. “I personally don’t think I’ll be able to stop til your shaking and begging me to fuck you.” He ran a hand up your skirt once he unbuttoned your shirt, his fingers brushing against your inner thigh.

You let out a little gasp as you looked down at him. His eyes were glazed over with lust as he gazed up at you. “Coryo, please!” You begged. 

He shook his head and chuckled. “So impatient.” He unzipped your skirt and tugged it off, tossing it aside. You shrugged your blouse off, blushing as you realized that you were now sitting in front of him in skimpy white lingerie while he was still fully clothed. You were about to complain but all grievances were whisked away as he suddenly moved and slotted his knee between your thighs, pushing you back against the mattress as he did. You let out a whimper as he started pressing kisses along your neck. “Such pretty sounds, I want to hear more.” He whispered huskily. A moan erupted from your throat as he started sucking on your neck, leaving a trail of marks down your neck to the tops of your breasts. You start grinding your lightly clothed core against his knee. He snickered as your hips moved, desperate to get some form of friction. He tipped your chin up and kissed you forcefully, hands roaming your curves as he did. Your breath hitched as he pulled away briefly to start unbuttoning his shirt. He was lean but toned, what you expected of him. He tossed his shirt aside as he pulled away. You nearly whined in protest but he grabbed your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed once more. 

You giggled as he tugged your panties and put them in his pocket. “What, you plan on keeping them?” 

Coriolanus chuckled as he knelt in front of you again. “I’m keeping them there in case I have to shove them in your mouth from screaming too loud.”

You felt your face flush crimson as he teased you. You arched your back as you felt him brush his fingers across your entrance, coating his fingers with your juices. “So wet for me…I wouldn’t be surprised if my fingers just,” he slowly pushed his digits into your pussy, “slipped right in.” He mused smugly. You squeezed your eyes shut as he pumped his fingers languidly. You gripped the sheets beneath you as you moaned. Your eyes rolled back as he buried his face between your thighs and sucked on your bundle of nerves. He flicked his tongue over it causing your body to jolt. You squeezed your thighs together around his head, weaving your fingers in his hair. He groaned, seeming to savor every time you’d buck your hips and arch your back, soundlessly pleading for more.

“Coryo, oh god, Coryo, yes!” You shrieked, gripping desperately at his curls. Damn, he was good, better than your pathetic excuse for a boyfriend could ever dream of. He had you on the brink of seeing stars as he kept his fingers at a steady pace. “Coryo, I’m going to—oh fuck—you’re gonna make me—” Before you could finish you let out a broken moan as you clenched around his fingers, drenching them in your juices as you came hard. You frantically tried to pull him away as he kept fingering you. “’s too much Coryo.” You gasped. 

He pulled his face away but continued the pace of his digits. “You can give me one more before I fuck you, I know you can.” You whimpered as he crooked his fingers, rubbing that special spot just right. You were teetering on the edge once again, panting and moaning his name like some sort of corrupt prayer. He reached and wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to give you that high you were chasing. You pulsed around his fingers again, arching your back as you climaxed. You were gasping for breath as he pulled his digits from you, slowly. He moved his hand from your neck, placing it on your thigh and giving you an affectionate pat. “Such a good girl. I knew you could do it.” He praised. He licked your arousal from his fingers while gazing down at you. 

You reached up and ran your fingers down his torso. “Please, Coryo, please I need you to fuck me.” You begged pathetically. He gripped your chin and pulled you into a searing kiss as he unzipped his trousers. He took your panties out of his pocket and set them on the bed, just in case he needed to shut you up.

“Such a pretty slut for me aren’t you?” He teased, pushing you back into the mattress. 

You giggled and nodded, still dazed from the bliss you felt moments ago. Your eyes settled on his cock, the red tip already leaking precum. “Please, Coryo, I wanna make you feel good.” 

He spread your legs further apart as he slowly pushed into you, groaning as he bottomed out. “Fuck, you're so wet.” Your eyes rolled back as he set a brutal pace. “Who made you this wet? Who do you belong to?” He hissed. 

“Y-You, I’m all yours Coryo.” You moaned, relishing every thrust even more than the last. You let out a squeal as he grabbed your hips, forcing you to take him fully each time he rutted his hips to meet yours. Fuck he was rough and you loved it. You loved being used by him. It was as if your body was made for him and him alone. 

You reached a hand in between your thighs, rubbing your clit as he fucked you. Your moans grew louder and louder as you repeated his name. He grabbed your panties and shoved them into your mouth. It was degrading, humiliating even but god it felt so good. You felt the coil in your body snap again as you came undone. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. You were clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth as you let out muffled screams of pleasure. 

Coriolanus let out a grunt as he suddenly stilled and jerked inside you, coating your walls with his cum. He leaned into you, panting as he desperately tried to catch his breath. He slowly pulled out of you and lay beside you. He stroked your hair softly as he stared at you. His gaze was as if he was trying to commit every part of you to memory. “You are,” he paused as he brushed his fingertips over the marks he had left on your neck, “perfection in every sense of the word.” 

You giggled breathlessly. “So are you Coryo.”

He sighed as he raked a hand through his hair and sat up on the edge of the bed. “What are you going to tell Ravinstill?” He chuckled.

“That I found someone better in every way.” You chuckled, moving to wrap your arms around his torso. You looked up at him, cocking your head. “We still have to finish our project don’t we?” You grumbled.

He chuckled and nodded. “Yes, darling, we do. I’ll do the majority of it; you just lay there and look pretty.”

[mucousnnembrane]

Darlin? Angel? Ya got time? I uh said I was gonna treat you right? Well, I uh might've gone overboard-

*insert dapper lookin Johnny*

- 🚬🥃 (( @h3llblazer ))

*angel was speechless, john turning up unannounced wasn't unusual for her, but opening the door to see him cleaned up, with a bouquet of flowers, was quite a shock. a pleasant one though.*

"oh my i...wow john this is....quite the surprise ill be honest. I'm a little un-prepared but uhm...want to come inside whilst i...get ready?"

[piosplayhouse]

Shi Qingxuan had a pair of blinged out designer cat ears and a slinky dress because they're a really supportive friend but didn't totally follow Xie Lian's explanation that a furry convention was slightly different from a themed costume party.

You're 1000000% correct and please forgive me for springboarding off of this to peddle some hyperspecific bad furry au headcanons:

Sqx: as you said, doesn't really understand what a furry is or what they do. Despite that, has a toyhouse account with thousands of followers on it that her brother made for her. He only has one oc on it, which is an extremely expensive Dainty that his brother bought for him. Otherwise uses the site forums like a social media platform, but doesn't know how to navigate any other part of it (this is understandable if you're familiar with toyhouse). Somehow gained tons of friends and followers anyway, including

hx: her sona is an eel. He lurks the forums exclusively to report drama to hua cheng, who faithfully mass reports and harasses any user who talks badly about disgraced furry xie lian. She's a partial fursuiter (only has the head and paws (fins?)) because even though she made her own suit, hua cheng gave her the stipend to get the materials and he only allotted enough for a bare minimum partial. Yes, he has fucked sqx while wearing his fursuit, and she was really into it.

hua cheng: full fursuiter with 2 suits (San Lang and Hua Cheng) as stated before. He also has custom tailored robes to fit over his suits because he's dapper like that. Obsessively monitors every furry site across the internet to take down anyone spreading rumors about xie lian by using his thousands of sock puppet accounts. Spends more time in his suits than out of them, doesn't even show xie lian his real face until they meet again at Ghost City Furcon together. Full time simp, part time artist/fursuit maker/con owner. Xie Lian talked him down from a suicide attempt after seeing him make a concerning post on a forum, and hua cheng has been gone ever since. Had a bad phase in high school where he exclusively drew xie lian's sona, including one particularly embarrassing self insert NSFW piece of him.

xie lian: full fursuiter BUT regularly takes off his suit head in public for any reason (note: for furries this is considered really weird and somewhat taboo). I've already talked about him quite a bit so I'll keep it brief, but he was blacklisted from the All Furries Go to Heaven Furcon twice despite being a very involved volunteer in the early days of the con. Despite this, somehow in the year 20XX an unknowing green volunteer finds his old artist alley application shoved in a drawer somewhere and calls him up to attend the con again for the first time in decades.

Feng xin and mu qing: THEY DONT HAVE THE SAME FURSUIT OK! Just because they accidentally commissioned the same maker and their suits are like color swapped versions of each other doesn't mean they wanted to match at all in fact mq's sona is a cat and fx's is a dog but the maker they hired makes their dog and cat suits look pretty much the same so that's how it turned out that way and

[tbalderdash-art-blog]

Started off as wanting to draw him dapper and handsome, ended up with a spiritual successor to my Arkham City fanfic (I don't write fanfic anymore, I'm too busy with art). Thinking the story behind this might be the self-insert is in Arkham City, gets chased by thugs, runs into this alleyway, Riddler comes out of the building he's setting up puzzles in, and fights the thugs (and you get caught in the crossfire), he kills the thugs but you survive.

I put a lot of effort into this but it'll probably get seen by even less people than usual so if you like (emotionally) it, kind words or reblogs would be appreciated (like Eddie I yearn for attention and validation).

[foreverambrosia]

Me and my handsome cowboy 🌟

Commission info 💋

[dapper-shipping-forever]

I wanted to write a lil thing about my C.araval s/i. Please remember I haven't finished C.araval and my knowledge of the universe isn't like full, but I started thinking of this scene and wanted to write it out. It's basically me exploring her powers and her character; subject to change as I read this series.

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The young girl was nervous, though Gillian hardly thought she'd done something to earn such fear. Reputations can proceed someone and often become somewhat exaggerated, she knew.

"Why not tell me exactly why you sought me?" She prodded. Gentle and soft, encouraging the girl and trying not to scare her further.

She wasn't meeting Gill's eyes. Her hands fisted in her simple dress's skirt, constantly bunching the light brown fabric. She spoke carefully. "You can tell people if the person they love loves them in return?" She asked her.

Her smile widened: Gill'd already guessed thats why she'd come to her. "That I can. You've fallen in love, it would seem." She leans into the velvet seat, just a spot away from her apparent customer. The theater they met in was empty, not a single performer shinning on stage, a technician creating wonders backstage, or audience member to view them; just two women conversing in the quiet balcony looking high above it all. The Muse was welcome anywhere creativity was praised.

She blushes, her cheeks turning pink; she wasn't adept at masking her thoughts at all. "Yes, I have. I just, I love him a lot and I want to confess, but it terrifies me he may not feel the same as me; if I tell him I love him and he rejects me, he'd probably never want to be around me again." Her voice quickens as the words tumble from her throat, anxiety loosening her hesitant lips.

"And now what you seek is some assurance? Something to eliminate the gamble?" The Muse watches the girl; young and innocent though Gill may seem, may she never be called unaware. She's learned, with awareness behind her eyes more ancient than she appeared, how to view others in a manner to read what they refuse to say. She knew this girl, though this was their first meeting; fretful and shy, but full of sweet love and a hunger for something exciting.

The girl looked at her face for the first time since seeking her assistance and that spark of greed for the knowledge she held, the key to her 'happily ever after', was evident. It's endearing, and she's never been one to turn away someone trying to grasp their passion with all their strength.

"That's the gist of it." She tries to laugh, though it's a bit strained. Her eyes flick around the theater, dancing off ornate walls. The theater is almost eerily quiet with no patrons bringing their own spark. "I know that, that this kind of stuff has a price; I can pay it, whatever you charge."

The Muse settles her cheek on her hand, one leg crossed on the other beneath her flowing dress. "I have a pretty simple price for this service, nothing that would break the bank." She holds aloft one finger, and the girl pales and waits to see the cost of this magic answer. "I ask that you tell me what love feels like for you."

The girl stares blankly back at her, not entirely sure she'd heard right by her dazed expression. "You want to know how love feels to me?"

Gill hums. "Yeah, that's my price. The more details, the better." She scoots forward, like they're gossiping in confidence about their scandalous crushes. 

Now the girl looks unsure again. "Well, I'm not sure where to begin. Being in love feels, nice? It's nice." She tried, shrinking inward as she knows that's not enough to satisfy the Muse and the price she marked. She shifts, sitting straighter, eyes on her scuffed slippers. "It makes me happy. Everytime I see him, it's like there's some warm and bubbling spring overflowing inside my body. I think about excuses to walk by him and get that feeling whenever he's out of sight. I changed the route I use to walk around town just to stop by his house, because he is always outside in the evening and makes time to stop to chat with me. And that makes me feel like I'm special, despite how small a gesture it sounds; it's like I'm sparkling and the affection is going to just spill right out if I'm not watching for it." She's smiling sheepishly, wider the longer she speaks; her shoulders rise around her face as she embodies the look of a beautiful girl in love. "Love is wonderful. I could do almost anything just to see him happy too. The only thing that scares me is saying it outloud, because I couldn't take it back; I'm worried the things we've got right now are as fragile as glass and my confession could either strengthen or shatter them. But, the reward could be everything to me, it could bring us closer than we've been; I want that." She chews at her cheek thoughtfully.

The Muse listens. As she talks about her love, she can hear the soft melody of love increasing into crescendo, an orchestra of devotion. She heaves a longing sigh, nodding to herself when the girl is done talking. "That works, I would say. You've payed, now I can give you that answer. Give me your arm, we shall see if your love is reciprocated." When the girl hesitantly extends her arm, the Muse reaches inside her pocket and pulls out a little ink jar and a, possibly too, ornate pen. She dips the pen into the thick, dark ink and begins to draw on the girl. Holding her forearm in one hand and the pen in the other, she paints an intricate, shockingly for how quick she draws, rose on her. And when it's completed, it is no longer simply realistic. It is real. The girl sucks in a breath, feeling the ink move. The rose blossoms on a sturdy green stem, petals deep cherry red and glistening as it stands tall. Attached to the girl's arm, this rose is nourished by her inspiring tale of passion. "Pluck the petals; the flower can't lie when it tells you if he loves you in return."

The girl breathes in and breathes out, steadying her emotions. Hesitant, perhaps frightened of the flower attached to her forearm, she slowly pinches one petal. She plucks it, then another. "He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not." She plucks each petal, one by one, all accompanied by a statement. "He loves me, he loves me not." Petals litter the area. Finally, there's only a single petal to be plucked. The girl holds the gleaming petal in between her pointer finger and her thumb, staring awestruck at the piece. "He loves me?" She peeks at the Muse.

She smiles back. "He loves you." Gill softly confirms.

The girl beams, smile unburdened. She looks like she wants to hug the petal. The rose disappears from her arm, leaving it clean. "Thank you, madame Muse ! Now I have the confidence to confess !" She stands in a hurry, hastily bowing to her. "Please, excuse me; I must tell him !" 

Gill waves her hand, the girl rushing out of the theater. She watches her figure leave. The theater is silent.

Petals sit on the floor, red on dark carpet. Gill grabs one, holding it aloft and gazing thoughtfully at it. The girl had payed the price she'd asked, and Gill accepted it. Love, what a unique feeling. Everybody describes it entirely differently, nobody feels it exactly like the others. Unique as a thousand different paintings on a thousand different canvases.

Gill watches the petal in her hand. The petal begins returning to ink, dark droplets flowing in lines along her hand. Droplets drip to the ground with barely a sound, just faint, wet plops as they touch carpet.

The Muse covets love, treasures tales of the emotion. Love is one of the greatest sources of inspiration, feeding epic stories and gorgeous artistic creations always. She's devoured those creations with great frenzy. Those stories, seeing those who are in love, makes her eyes fill with light and longing.

She wonders, while those two, the boy and the girl, are currently mutually in love, how it may be shaped. If their love would stay. Would he perhaps stop loving her? Would she chase him, desire him, stop at nothing to fulfill her desire as all with great passion strive for? Would her love prove false, her love song turning into soured notes, if she stopped loving the boy? But the love holds strong now.

Something twists, a bitter feeling. Roiling jealousy inside of her.

The melodies of love ring in her ear. She eyes the pristine piano sitting offstage. She always asks the same price. She only wants to compose the symphonies of love from those who come asking to know about the object of their feelings. Because then she can take them, play those soaring notes and for the briefest of songs imagine she feels their love as her own. But she isn't. She can't feel it. Not like humans, not now. And it burns her in scorching madness.

To be incapable of feeling the thing she longs for, it is enough to drive somebody mad. Those pretty little songs may be the closest she can reach to feeling it. The Fallen Star was cruel that way.

She eyes the decorations on the walls on the sides of the stage. The large replicas of the familiar theater masks watch the auditorium like guardians. The masks sit, and she watches them. The smiling one seems to mock her inability to feel the emotion that skillfully evades her grip.

She sighs, putting frustration now aside. She wipes her hands quickly together, just smearing ink on both palms. Standing, she starts walking out of the space. Her hands glides on the golden banister, trailing ink behind her on each step.

[cozycottagetarot]

Trials and Tribulations with your Future Spouse

Pile 1 -> 3

This reading is all about hardships you may face at some point along the journey of being with your future spouse. It's also a repost of the original as I accidentally deleted it. 👀 It's lightly edited, but it's been a while so I can't offer clarifications on much.

PILE 1

Hello pile 1! In the beginning of you knowing each other, or prior to knowing each other, your future spouse may have struggled or at the time may be struggling financially. Through the cards, I see them having financial struggles/money or money loss until you come along. I feel like you guys may meet when you (the person reading this) are young (college/university age maybe). I see you *kind of* put up with their B.S until you realise they’re not making an effort to fix themselves financially. What I mean is sometimes when you’re (objective) with someone casually (romantic or platonic) you may not care as much about what someone does until their presence in your life starts to become more serious. Then it’s a matter of ‘how will their actions affect me/them/us?’. 

After that I see you guys flipping the switch. You go from being their ideal person to this cold, independent (not to say you weren’t before, they’re just realising how independent you are) person. You’d threaten to walk away if they don’t clean up their financial situation, and I feel like in the end you do. But that can’t be the end of the story, right? After pulling a second set of cards the story shifts. Your future spouse, now having realise they’ve lost you, work on getting their finances in order and succeed. Once they do this, it’s a matter to them of being able to ‘win you back’. In my mind I get an image of someone showing up at the other's environment (work, home, hangout) looking dapper/classy with flowers or some other gift, along with the verbal offering to start over. I see you assessing them and realising they have made a complete 180 in the way they are presenting themself, but still, it’s up to you to decide if you reconcile or cut them off altogether. I feel like you do agree to a fresh start in the end because there’s The Fool. Through the images on the cards, I imagine you guys are able to move past this trial and have a passionate and romantic relationship together. They become someone dependable, loyal and hardworking and you return to your softer, more gentle energy with them.

PILE 2 

This whole reading I felt absolutely nothing lol. What I mean by that is, that I felt so in control of my general being the whole entire time, it was so unusual. Pretty please, what’s your secret to being so chill? 😆. Jokes aside, I think between you and your future spouse, you’ll be the more calm and controlled one. The ‘Present One’, while they might more often find themself in la la land. In the cards, from their meanings and images, I see your potential trial & tribulation between you and your future spouse being a lack of recognition in how much you do for them. I don’t mean in a materialistic or caretaking kind of way but in the sense of reminding them there’s a doorway that leads out of that headspace. You both show up for each other in the relationship, helping care for the other when they need some extra help. Your future spouse knows this and is grateful for it. 

What they tend to not be aware of however, is how often you kind of put a halt to them getting stuck in their head. For the situation that is showing up, there are a lot of pentacles so I’m going with a career related explanation. Your future spouse may get so invested in or overwhelmed by their work that they may find themselves focused on it 24/7 constantly mulling over ideas and solutions. You would notice and respond with a *insert caring sigh* 'Here we go again'. 

The solution? There’s this level-headed energy, so I think you would bring it up with something as simple as a playful nudge over dinner, letting them know what’s going on and how you feel. They would realise that they’ve been so focused on their work and so in their head, they didn’t even see how you were working to keep the sun shining for them. Your future spouse would come to understand that it hasn’t been an equal give-and-take lately, and would want to correct it quickly. Obviously, it’s not something that can happen overnight, but I do see them learning to better control their mental focus, along with where they are investing their time and gaining balance. The end outcome is a restoration of harmony between you both, and you’re future spouse learning to be more present. 

PILE 3 

Pile 3, I’m going to be honest with you ✋I don’t see any seriousness to this relationship when this ‘trial’ is going on. It more seems like the trial is getting to one another… as in you two haven’t even met??? I pick up on a third-party situation in the sense of hardships presenting in your individual lives (one or both of you) and creating a blockage or stagnation. The cards come across so heavy, particularly the court cards since they are reversed. It makes me think that you (again could be you, your FS or both) are not in the ‘energy’ you’re meant to be in. But a happy ending awaits once you move away from those hardships. I asked about the hardship and The Hermit and Four of Cups came out, so I think it’s just a matter of some part of your life isn’t giving the results you want, or is causing you pain, so you’re rejecting it. 

You know it’s not what you want, but you’re still kind of confused. I think the solution that leads to the ‘happy beginning’ is acceptance and peace of mind. Knowing there’s only so much you can control, only so much you can do and realising that you are doing it already, or taking the action to do the things that you can do. From there stems this inner peace, happiness, contentment, and a sense of freedom. The end outcome is a new beginning which I then believe will lead to you meeting your future spouse.

So to summarize (since I’m not sure how well I explained that), your trial & tribulation to getting with your future spouse is a matter of making adjustments to your life so it aligns with something that brings you peace inside. 

I just see heaviness and reversed court cards making me think of not being in the energy you were meant to be in. But there is a happy ending waiting for you both once you move away from those hardships. 

Disclaimer: All readings are based on current energies. I read tarot for self-reflection and guidance purposes, but as always, this reading is for fun and entertainment purposes only. Any reading I post is in no way meant to act as or replace professional advice of any kind. You know yourself and what’s going on in your life best so I ask that you trust yourself above all else. I cannot predict the future, and prediction readings are to be seen simply as a potential outcome. Finally, please take only what resonates from the reading which may be some of it, all of it, or none at all. 

[foreverambrosia]

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[toomuchzozo]

I wish... (Mr. Puzzles X Reader)

Summary: After you win the Fairest Competition, King Bob asks you for a wish. Somehow, your fairy godmother catches your attention.

(Author's Note: I don't usually post my stories here, but this was a short one and I think as a Reader-Insert, it might do better here. You can find more of my writing over on Archive Of Our Own, including 6 more Mr. Puzzles stories, but none of them are Reader-Inserts. This idea that came to me in the middle of the night. Hopefully it turned out okay because it’s my first one. I guess the only other things I want to say are this takes place during "Once Upon an SMG4." Also the Reader isn't quite in their right state of mind. 😵‍💫 Still, I hope you enjoy!)

   “Well, as the official winner, Reader,” King Bob announced after the Fairest Competition, “you get ONE wish!”

   You said, “Right! Yes! Okay… Bob? I wish… I wiiish…”

   That was when you saw your fairy godmother backstage. He was just floating there, awaiting your response. Something about him caught your attention.

   To you, he looked handsome. The way he towered over you, over everything, meant his body easily enveloped yours. Minus the crown, tutu, and wings, he looked quite dapper in the vest, suspenders, and puzzle-patterned pants. Finally, you saw the TV head as a plus; sure, it would get in the way of getting too intimate, but it meant he was almost always smiling at you.

   There was also the way he talked to you. Okay, he'd criticized your wardrobe when you'd first met (rightly so, as a bunch of animals had picked it out.) He'd also muted you when you vented your complaints. However, he'd also been the only one to help you. He gave you a dress and a ride to the ball. Compared to your first choice, Luigi, who was stuck in a hideous form by the witch, your fairy godmother was your best romantic prospect.

    With your wish, you decided to take a chance.

   “I wish that I could kiss him.” You pointed to your fairy godmother.

   "That’s probably up to him.” King Bob shrugged. “But go nuts.”

   Your fairy godmother poofed over after hearing your wish. He had a nervous look on his screen. “Huh? What?” He pulled out his magic wand but—

   You were quicker. You grabbed him by his suspenders and pulled him down to your height. Then you put your lips against his screen, where his mouth usually was.

⏪

▶️

   “I mean whoops!" You chuckled awkwardly. What were you just doing? Oh yeah, you were going to make your wish. "I mean… I wish I had TONS OF MONEY!”

   “HELL YEAH!” King Bob yelled.

-

   As soon as the episode was over, Mr. Puzzles went to his surveillance room. Not only did he want to watch the footage and read the reviews, but he also wanted some privacy.

   The kiss had made it into the footage. Of course it had. He growled the spontaneity of it all, but the red line across his screen refused to leave.

   Then reviews and stars came in. Some found the kiss inspired, and passionate, and well… truly you. Some more cynical critics believed Puzzles had forced a kiss out of you, in a bid for better ratings.

   Nevertheless, the ratings seemed to hover around 4.5 stars. That was a whole star higher than last week! Still not enough, Mr. Puzzles reminded himself, but he found himself celebrating.

   Yet, something still didn't sit right with him. He'd only gotten these good ratings because you'd broken free for half of a second. Did he want to keep controlling you and the SMG4 Crew, or did he want better ratings?

   And if he let you go, how would he keep you from running? Surely you'd be like everyone else. He'd never had a friend, much less a serious relationship.

   That was his first kiss and you'd just-!

   As you remained in his thoughts, the red line remained on his screen.

   Maybe another wish of yours had come true too.

[mollseatsrocks]

The Corrupted Skibidi - A poem by me

He quietly starts in a place without

Looking for ways to come and attack

He uses the flush as a snout

So he'll hit you in your weak back

He'll get out the arms

But won't realize that

The camera people have come in swarms

However the clocks roll in with their hats

A big war breaks out

And Skibidi has no command

The sound people are blasting about

And everyone is wondering their promised land

However the one who will win,

is the one with the most dapper fit

Will it be the clocks, heads made of tin?

Or the cams, visuals made by bits?

It will be none of the above!

The answer comes flying down like a dove

The truth is,

you'll have to wait for the series

to finally end

*insert the absolute cinema image*

[beelzebubsis]

bbh is thinking of retconning some aspects of radiation and soul vulture lore D: D:

he's struggling to find a way to link the lore into the new setting and he thinks if he tries to insert it into the new setting it wont come off well.

i have mixed feeling cause i agree that the main story events have impacted some of the characters lore and that bbh just prolonging the soul vulture / radiation dying would get tiring and a bit long winded but i adored the soul vulture lore and i just wish we got more lore from it. like foolish trying to figure out what was wrong with him and him confessing to tina were sOOO good.

but i trust bbh and what decisions he makes regarding the character lore. im happy that he wants to focus more on playing now with less focus on lore cause it will allow him to have more fun moments on the server and not to feel pressure to keep to the story, which i know has been a problem with other ccs.

rip soul vulture lore if he does go ahead with retconning. will always be one of my favourite story arcs (other than raising dapper)