#except for aurora

[ladywaterfall]

Various alternate outfits from my early 2000s Disney Princess magazines - including Nakoma and the Fairy Godmother ✨

Also: Esmeralda and Snow White finally get some alternate looks!

I do like Cinderella’s super sparkly purple dress. However, Sleeping Beauty’s purple/green/yellow dress is, uh. Bad.

[cupid-ghoul]

phantom, after a stressful show: I need something strong to take the edge off ...

phantom, opening a bag of haribo gummy frogs, stuffing a handful in his mouth, closing his eyes: fuck that's the good shit

[galehowl]

Impmon's evolutions in Aurora are supposed to have some RE vibes, at least the main line ones lol. Namely taking some inspo from tyrants, especially Nemesis and ones from Damnation, both in the unsettling presence and somewhat chill way of pursuing his targets at times.

Later on he mercifully stops being around others in his evolved forms at least now and then, though he finds the reactions funny.

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - Arendelle

[googlyowo]

how do we all think the floof squad would handle the infamous "they asked for no pickles" situation bc i've been deliberating about it since last night

[belle--ofthebrawl]

if you’re still taking the smut prompts, could you please do 16 and 20 for Aurora/Cumulus? Thanks! 💜

16) accidental i love you’s during sex 

20) sleepy domestic sex

(cw for Aurora initiating things while Lus is still asleep)

It's impossible to stay awake once she's in Cumulus' bed. In theory, they were doing a marathon of bad reality TV and a spa night but the mattress was so lux and the pillows so soft and Lus had this fancy glass bottle of lavender linen spray she had spritzed and Aurora was knocked out before the second episode.

Maybe that was Cumulus' plan. Lure everyone overworking themselves into her bed so she would always have someone to cuddle.

Aurora didn't mind, if that was the case. It was nice to wake up to a faceful of big, fat titties. Talk about a rockstar lifestyle. She deserves this.

She buries her face into soft skin and huffs warm air over Cumulus' sternum. The scent of her lotion from last night still lingers there, between and under her breasts and Aurora wonders if it tastes as good as it smells. Probably not. Doesn't stop her from trying. A quick little dab of her tongue over warm skin and she's scrunching her nose. But that's ok; other parts of Lus taste so much better anyway.

On summer nights like this, Lus hardly wears proper pajamas. Just a short, silky robe as the flimsiest excuse for clothes ever. Aurora tugs at the knot of the cord holding it shut to reveal her prize. Even more of her bare skin, her plump belly and the soft curls of her bush. She kisses her way from breast to breast before her mouth trails downward, nipping here and there to see if Lus will wake up in time.

But the older ghoulette just sighs in her sleep and murmurs something that sounds like Aurora's name. Which is good enough.

Her hands look so small against her thighs and Aurora loves it. Loves that even though she's smaller compared to Cumulus she knows she can still pleasure her, make her feel good, make her cum. It boosts her already inflated ego, it really does. Parting her labia to kiss her clit in greeting, feeling her cunt give a little wake up twitch as Aurora plays. Lus is so soft and giving everywhere, it's real impressive just how much she could take. Just the other week, she'd seen her take Aether's fist in a demonstration and-

Well. She was naturally inclined to it, to say the least.

She pets at the voluminous bush with her little fingers, thinking evil thoughts. About how much Lus could take with no warning, about how little Aurora really was. It's an obvious choice.

Her cunt takes three fingers easily. So easily it's almost an afterthought to add the fourth and feel her rim stretch, but not uncomfortably so. She's still asleep. Her cunt flutters around Aurora's knuckles, already wet and eager to accommodate. Usually the polite thing is to keep kissing and sucking her clit but this, oh, this is fascinating. It was one thing to watch Aether do it, with his black latex gloves, and another entirely to do it herself.

She's shaking like a leaf as she fits her thumb into the palm of her hand, wiggling it as close as possible to the base of her other fingers. She pauses. Listens to Lus' breathing.

Pushes her whole hand in on an exhale and Lus moans but still doesn't wake up. Oh, she's perfect, she really is some kind of infernal divine, offered up to their project to use and abuse however they wanted. Aurora could sob in gratitude that she's even getting to bask in her presence let alone fuck her.

It's now, with her fist all snuggled up tight in Lus's guts that Aurora puts her mouth to use. Goes wild licking her, firm and insistent like the pressure of around her wrist as Lus' muscles contract. Putting so much good, solid pressure right where Aurora knows Lus likes it best and when Cumulus' lashes flutter open, it's only to show how her eyes have rolled back in her skull as she cries out weakly and cums hard.

"I love you." Aurora blurts, half muffled by cunt. She pulls back and says it clearly again. "I love you, oh my god, I fucking love you so much." And buries her face between Cumulus' legs again as she pushes her hand in deeper, prolonging the pleasure and making those gorgeous thighs spread wide and twitch. A hand buries itself in Aurora's hair and rubs her face in the mess she made, hips rolling into it as unseen, Cumulus' full lips curve into a wicked smile.

[the-mountain-flower]

Me: I'm scared for Theia. I'll write a fic abt and then give her some help from a sympathetic person to make it a little better

Me: this is a one-off character who I only made for the purpose of this one-shot, I'll probably never come back to them

*one Tumblr ask and over 1000 words later*

Me: wow I really thought I was done with this bit lol

[voiidghoull]

THEIR FUCKING SIZE DIFFERENCE. she's small af but i still know she's fuckin this big guy on her strap HARD.

[iceslushii]

ooh ok that kinda hurts

[smile-files]

why is there a running theme throughout the professor layton games of children having to step up and act "adult" because the grown-ups in their lives (particularly their parents) are somehow incapacitated

[jasminesilk]

Trinity Pham 🚬 All Outfits

Trin is a low budget fashion icon. The majority of her pieces are either thrifted or hand-me-downs, with the occasional fast fashion item because, hey, she's broke ok?

[everybodyshusband]

@crimsonclergy's headcanon post got me thinking and i just had to try my hand at writing it out as a little ficlet !! go read his post first, it's awesome <3

1.7k words of aurora gender fuckery, a little dysphoria and a lot of euphoria under the cut >:)

The piece of fabric she's pulled out of her laundry basket is unfamiliar. It's an unassuming little garment, a tight, white, cropped tank top of some kind that she thinks must belong to Cirrus. She stares at it for a while before deciding fuck it. She could do with a new shirt, and if it suits her well enough, there's a possibility Cirrus won't even care that it's gone missing if she gets to see Aurora wearing it every so often.

She tosses it onto her bed in preparation and struggles to unclasp the clip of her bralette—a lacy thing picked out for her that morning by Cumulus, the air ghoulette purring in her ear that the colouring suits her complexion and the laced edges frame her little chest so perfectly—groaning in annoyance when, as usual, she can't quite figure out how to get it undone and has to resort to pulling it over her head. She throws it on and ground and glares at it in frustration before turning her attention back to the top on the bed.

She picks it up and starts to slip it on like it's a normal top but it's tight; tight enough that it has her wondering if it even belongs to Cirrus after all. She gets her arms and head through the openings, but beyond that, she had to twist and contort her body awkwardly just to get the top down past her chest. It makes her weirdly self-conscious about it all. At least, she thinks she's feeling self-conscious. The exact feeling welling up inside of her as she struggles to get the shirt on, and again as she has to adjust herself inside of it so her chest isn't sitting uncomfortably inside the fabric is a foreign one; a tightness deep inside her chest that's different from the tightness the top is providing—this feeling is one that makes her skin all itchy and legs wobbly and she decides right there in that moment that if this is how the shirt makes her feel then she never wants to put it on ever again. But, she reconciles, it's worth taking a look in the mirror before she takes it off and returns it to whoever it's supposed to belong to. After all the effort it took her to wriggle into the garment, it'd be pointless not to take a look.

The first glance of her reflection has her mouth dropping open in surprise and that funny, gross feeling dissipating within seconds. She lifts her hands and smooths them down the plane of her chest. It's... flat? She turns to the side and cranes her neck to catch her reflection.

It's flat.

She can't stop the delighted giggle that bursts from deep in her chest, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet in excitement. This is cool. This is different. So different from how she normally looks. So different from how she looked mere minutes ago in her silk sleep shorts and matching lace-y bralette. Her eyes drift to the reflexion of the laundry basket sitting on the bed behind her and she can't help but wonder what she might look like with something over the top of this new garment.

She turns away from the mirror and grabs the first thing on the pile, one of Dew's oversized shirts advertising some band that Aurora hasn't heard of yet; it reminds her that she really should ask him about it sometime, he seems to like it a lot. Underneath the shirt is a pair of boxers and some careful digging through the rest of the basket reveals that, oh. This is Dew's laundry. Oops. After some deliberation, she decides that what Dew doesn't know won't hurt him and once again decides fuck it, she should try the shirt on anyway. For some reason she can't quite pinpoint at the moment, none of the shirts in her wardrobe feel right to wear over the top on her chest anyway.

She slips the t-shirt on and turns to look in the mirror and–

Oh.

Oh.

She looks like Dew. Like Mountain.

The flat angle of her chest even reminds her of Aeon or Rain, and the way Cirrus explained in the simplest of terms that to two of them are shaped more like the boys than the girls, even though they don't fit into either of those categories. The same way Dew is shaped in almost the same way as the girls, even though he's not one of them. And Aurora, she... Well, she's coming to some kind of realisation about all of this and what that might mean for her. She knows that part of her thought process right now is probably quite significant, but she can't quite get a solid grasp on the abstract thought that's floating tauntingly through her head.

She runs her hand over her chest again, marvelling at the way she doesn't encounter any bumps all the way from her collarbone to her belly button. That funny, good, happy feeling in her chest is back and once again, she can't help the disbelieving giggle that bubbles up out of her mouth as she continues feeling the flat, angular plane of her chest unburdened by her anatomy for the first time.

She fishes Dew's boxers out of the basket and quickly swaps out her pyjama shorts for them, throwing the silk garment on the floor alongside her lace bralette and in her head promising to Dew that she'll rewash all his clothes she's worn later, but right now she just needs to experience this.

The way the feeling in her chest expands when she turns back to the mirror and almost mistakes herself for Dew. The way the boxers sit high on her waist but still reach her thighs comfortably and cling to her skin in a way that makes her want to shout out in happiness. The way she can imagine tying her hair up in the same messy updo that Dew prefers in the morning and walking down to breakfast in this exact outfit and starting her days off feeling good instead of just fine. The way her chest sits flat in the shirt and the more she takes in her reflexion the more the elated feeling grows and grows until it's buzzing through her limbs and she can hear her heartbeat loudly in her ears. The way that the closest comparison she can think of is that this is how she feels when she performs; a rush of excitement and adrenaline mixed with doing things that make her feel free.

She spends the best part of the next hour digging through Dew's laundry, trying on his clothes and staring at her reflexion in the mirror. She tried a few of her own clothes too, but although most days she doesn't mind them, today they made her skin crawl enough that she shoved them all back in her cupboard without even folding or hanging them up again—she'll deal with the mess later, but right now she needs to focus on that incredible feeling of happiness that's pulsing through her entire body and keeping her face from displaying anything but a wide grin.

All too soon, there's a knock on her door that makes her jump and rush to wrap a blanket around herself, just in case someone comes in—it's not that what she's doing is wrong, everyone swaps clothes all the time, but something about how she's feeling right now in Dew's clothes feels almost private and for now, she'd like to keep it that way. Cumulus doesn't come in though, instead talking to Aurora through the door and calling her down to lunch, explaining that Rain's put the ingredients out for make-your-own salad sandwiches, so if Aurora wants any of the good stuff in hers, she'd better be quick before Dew and Sunshine take them all.

She calls out a hasty "Thanks, Lus!" and pointedly ignores the way her voice feels slightly wrong in her own ears—she just hasn't been speaking for a while, that's all it is, right? She pulls the shirt, pants and boxers off, pulling her regular underwear and sleep shorts back on, but she can't for the life of her get the tight top off. After a long while of wriggling and struggling that results in her having to wipe sweat off of her forehead with a towel, she yanks the top off and is immediately overly aware of the way her chest moves freely now it's unrestrained by the tight garment. She's never particularly minded the feeling before—she hasn't known anything different—but now that she knows the way the tight top makes her feel, she doesn't think she likes the regular feeling very much at all.

She pulls the bralette back on and grabs Dew's shirt, reasoning that she can give an excuse of the feel of soft fabric or the smell of freshly washed clothes if anyone asks why she's not wearing any of her own shirts, and makes her way to the kitchen.

Lunch passes without much fanfare, and thankfully, one asks why she's wearing Dew's shirt of a band she doesn't even know. As she's rinsing her plate off afterwards though, Dew sidles up beside her and strikes up a conversation, small talk about her vocals and his guitar in one of the new songs that Papa is working on. As she finishes rinsing the plate and moves to leave though, he stops her.

She draws a breath in, waiting for the inevitable—because she doesn't know how, but he must know about the tight top and the clothes and that's what he's going to ask about—and ends up wholly surprised when he asks, genuinely, if she knows where his basket of laundry is.

She tells him she thinks it made its way to her room, but she's not sure. "I'll check," she tells him, as if she can't recall every item of Dew's clothing that's currently sitting in the basket.

He smiles his thanks and turns away from her to rinse his own plate, which Aurora takes as her signal to return to her room, refold some of Dew's clothes and put them in his basket of clean stuff, put the rest back in the dirty laundry basket and return to clean clothes to him later that day.

When she finally does knock on Dew's door with his basket of laundry under one arm, there's a hesitance in her eyes that he's never seen before. She asks if she can come in and when he nods and moves aside to let her in, she sits on the bed, chewing bottom lip nervously.

"Um, Dew?" She starts, hands twisting over one another in her lap. "Can we– Can we talk?"

[pacing-er]

Need to buy more comics soon 😔 I should definitely read my Supersons omnibus before getting anything new but hhhhh want to read comics with Magneto in them ONLY

[galehowl]

I'll probably at some point make a lil' post explaining some stuff about the Dark Area in Aurora since it's important, but regarding the Demon Lords, what pretty much happened was that they were affected not only by it alone, but by various stuff seeping into it from other places - namely negative human emotions and experiences from the real world. Being Digimon, who already by nature are connected to humanity in certain ways, they were affected by it more than other beings likely would be, and with how much of it they took in over time, they became the embodiment of mankind's sins as they slumbered. Thus their appearance and ties to their namesakes.

They're very in tune with human emotions, as Digimon do... But mostly the negative ones, and can manipulate humans as they wish in return.

Whether on not it was an accidental side effect of them being sealed in the Dark Area, or some malicious intent on the Area's part - remained up in the air for a while lol.

Even so, while it affected how they think and feel to an extent, and some of them later on pointed it out to humans that it's their fault they exist in the first place, really that is more of blame shifting than anything else. They're some of the very few beings strong enough to withstand the Dark Area's full influence and retain most of their sense of selves and free will for as long as they did. It was their choice to not seal the first rift and meddle with it, and so was everything they did after. Not all of them were willing to come to terms with what they've done though.

[artemistorm]

So I've been listening through Aurora's music on youtube and I realized that the red facepaint lines on Aurora's face in the misic video for The Seed are the same as the red lines on the Seed of Hope spirit's mask.

[esmesrose]

FANE DIVORCE HAPPENING???? ARE WE FOR REAL??????