#(with normal sprites to boot)

[accirax]

this stuff might be on the wiki or whatever already, but in the case it's helpful for anyone i made a diagram of trial seating and a character color sheet!

[itzphynix]

Making ppl behold my shiny pokemon recolors.

Shout out to @lightkrets312 for input & advice on the Mismagius :uu

[beefy-the-stronk]

THE GANG'S ALL HERE LETS GOOOOOO

Finally colored them all 😭 Like I said before, feel free to take any inspo or reference I don't own these chucklenuts

Alrighty design explanation/hc time:

[Edit:] I added an extension cus I forgot to earlier aaa, don't want this huge wall of text to be unchecked

Sam:

- He's partial heterochromatic

- I hc him as mid 30's so he's got some Grey's

- Chubby, but decently built arms

Joel:

- Shirt is ripped because of mouth, i noticed this in his sprite and other people's observations

- gave his shirt stripes cus I wanted him and Sophie to have more distinction in their warthdrobe

Sophie:

- butterfly etching on her pants

- She is missing a tooth, makes sense with her age and rowdyness. Also has a bandaid on top of that.

- she has a big overlayer shirt cus again, helps distinguish her

Dan:

- Fingerless gloves, he's cold but he needs his fingers free to record or play games😩

- he has NO hair anywhere, maybe even has Alopecia

- Wear's a sick denim vest hell yeah

Hellen:

- TALL and also very build like a heavyweight champion (so muscular and a bit of pudge)

- also greying, I personally think hc her as 40

- I am obsessed with how everyone gives her coveralls, so I'm including them. Tho, she mostly wears them during excursions. At the apartment, she takes it off and wears her normal turtleneck and sweats

Xaria:

- she has a nasty scowl and sharp teeth, basically she both a barks and bite.

- some makeup too cus GOTHHH

- she's taller than Dan with the boots on, and is decently built too with strong shoulders

Monty:

- short and it's hard to tell, but I made him chubby under the coat. Unlike Sam tho, his arms are thinner.

- also has sharp teeth, and a scowl

Leigh:

- she has a huge head 😭 yes that was on purpose, her sprite had a beeg head

- she's taller than she looks, but hunches over and crawls a lot

- fun fact: I made her avert her gaze because she looks absolutely horrifying looking forward like everyone else

Rat Baby:

- gave him a lil bandana cus why not

- I think he's relatively big here, like a small dog

Papineau:

- he's not as tall as hellen but he's still huge

- AURA

- no constructive comment but I do find him handsome VuV

Ernest:

- bundled up in many layers

- very thin underneath tho

Roaches:

- he's a bunch of roaches can more can I say lol

Morton:

- he's def just a huge cricket underneath the layers

- he is quite fond of the colorless rubiks cube sksk

[cloudyynebulas]

Can you do a yandere shadow milk x reader where he got out from the game it self just to get them and forcing them in the game with him after he saw they was about to delete the game from there phone?

❝ 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗡𝗢𝗪, 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘. ❞

yan! shadow milk cookie x reader.

reader is gender neutral.

episode 8 spoilers? sorta. mentions the new cookie, but that's about it.

cw : yandere themes, kidnapping, mind break, manipulation, obsessive behavior . . please read with caution!

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You knew something was .. wrong.

Ever since the release of Spire of Shadows, where the highly anticipated, Shadow Milk Cookie, released as a playable character in his debut update, things began to change.

You were excited as anyone else. Who wouldn't be? After a year of waiting since his initial introduction as an NPC in Theater of Lies, you were apart of the thousands of people that hoped to see him return and become playable in the near future. When the trailer for the update was finally released, you were ecstatic.

Saving up your Crystals, Star Jellies and Skill Powders just for him! There was not a shred of doubt in your mind he'd most likely become apart of the current 'meta' in Kingdom Arena, so you knew the second you pulled him from the Nether Gacha, you could immediately put him at the max level!

Completing the missions as quickly as you could, just for a small chance of getting him from the gacha - your anticipation was immense, and you silently prayed to the screen each and every single time you managed to scourge up enough Light of Deceit for a singular ten pull.

When you finally pulled him from the gacha a little less than halfway to the pity pull, you beamed with joy - watching the animation play out. He was here!

Your excitement, once bubbling from within you, burst out like fireworks as you quickly maxed out his level and skill, giving him the best beascuit you had.

As you tapped on your phone, pressing buttons, adding him to your team, finding him in your kingdom, your joy beaming across your features - you failed to realize how this happiness was blinding you from sinister darkness just beyond the phone screen.

Days went by, and things were normal at first.

Then the glitches started. At first, they were small, insignificant errors like small visual bugs or a slight delay in gameplay. Small enough that you could simply shrug your shoulders and continue playing the game, but the more you ignored it - the worse it became.

After just a few days, you found yourself at a standstill. Staring at your phone screen, your eyebrows instinctively furrowed at yet another bug - though, this time, it was far more apparent. Like it was purposefully trying to grab your attention.

All the Cookies in your kingdom had.. been disabled, except for one.

Shadow Milk Cookie.

Your kingdom's design and layout was completely changed - all decors and designs being swapped with decor released alongside the update with Shadow Milk Cookie. Nothing but whites, blues and blacks adorned your kingdom.

Your Crystal and Coin count hadn't dropped. You didn't buy these items - so how could this have possibly happened?

Almost as if he knew you'd booted up the game, sensing your presence, Shadow Milk Cookie turned to face the screen from within your Kingdom.

His sprite winked at you, a gleeful grin forming on his features.

Odd.. you don't recall ever seeing that sprite anywhere.

Confused, and honestly somewhat unnerved, your thumb graces the Cookies button on the bottom right, opening up the tab. All of your Cookies were still there, but as you moved to tap on one of them, you were taken straight to Shadow Milk Cookie's profile instead.

What??

His animation played, bowing at you with a wink.

"Tis I, your humble jester! Here to brighten up your mood!"

You frowned, exiting his profile and, once again, moving to click another Cookie's profile. Though, just as before, you were taken straight back to Shadow Milk Cookie.

"..what the hell?" you muttered aloud.

At this point, it was clear. Your game was busted - or, possibly had some kind of virus. Although, a virus where your entire game is corrupted to just Shadow Milk Cookie was.. unheard of. Not a single person on the internet, from what you knew, had ever documented such an occurrence happening since the update's release.

You place the phone back down on your bed, sitting up. You walk towards your small laptop, flipping open the cover and logging into your account.

You fail to notice Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes seemingly following your movements as you move away from your device.

Wanting to believe that this was just some harmless bug, you immediately hop to your web browser, beginning to search up bugs or viruses relating to Cookie Run Kingdom, hoping you'd find someone out there who may've possibly had a similar experience to yours - and a possible solution.

With your gaze and mind locked focused on your hopeless searching, you failed to notice your phone slowly beginning to shake, being left idle on Shadow Milk Cookie's profile.

Deep inside, a beast rumbles - hands gripping the invisible bars of restriction that kept him away from your world. The confines of your small device that shackled him to this game.

Oh, to be trapped in a Silver Tree and a Video Game! How horribly hopeless is that? Though, with the knowledge that he had from being in a simple video game came with tremendous power that he could oh-so easily exploit.

Shadow Milk Cookie hummed, watching you as you searched for answers of your.. "virus". Or rather, his fun, silly little prank!

He let out a quiet giggle - expression darkening. You were finally giving him the attention he'd been longing for! Yes, being trapped in a small device wasn't the most pleasant, but it had some.. quirks!

Forcing you to pull him in his Nether Gacha so many times, modifying his own attack power to higher numbers, always speaking over any other Cookie who tried to initiate dialogue to you..

Seeing your oh-so adorable face so confused and bewildered at his silly pranks and games was just the cherry on top! Shadow Milk Cookie had to admit, he was a liiiiiiittle annoyed that it took you this long to really give him the attention he craved, but, what did it matter? His patience has rewarded him!

..But it still wasn't.. enough.

His grin fell to a frown - an ominous gaze watching your every movement. No.. - no this wouldn't do. Not only did Shadow Milk Cookie desire for your attention, he needed to physically be there, next to you.

What had gotten into him? His mind, clouded with nothing but twisted lies and maelstroms of darkness grew a twinge of longing. But not a soft, kindhearted longing one would express - no, this was something so much deeper. So, so much worse.

Shadow Milk Cookie craved to have you here, with him.

It was all clear to him. You were his.

Truthfully, just having your attention on him was fine, and it usually always sufficed his desires, but now .. now it was different. He wanted more.

Your phone began to shake.

Your endless searching that led you to dead end after dead end came to a screeching halt at the sound of a familiar voice, coming straight from your phone, speaking your name.'

"Y/N..!"

You paled.

Slowly, your head turned towards your phone. That couldn't have been your family - that didn't sound like them, nor could it have come straight from your phone like that.

"Oooooover here, silly!" Shadow Milk Cookie's voice teased. "Don't leave me hanging here!"

You slowly got up from your chair, walking towards your bed and lifting up your phone, where Shadow Milk Cookie was, floating idly - though, he was much closer to the screen now, gaze fixated right back at you.

Your mouth was agape - words of confusion and distress on the tip of your tongue - and yet, you couldn't find any actual words of coherency to mutter aloud.

The jester laughed at your disbelief. "What's the matter, Y/N? You look like you've just seen a ghost!"

His teasing mockery snapped you out of your daze. You blinked, and your thumbs quickly moved to swipe the game off your screen - with Shadow Milk Cookie's expression shifting into something more serious as the game disappeared from your screen.

Now back on your phone's home screen, you held a finger down on the Cookie Run Kingdom icon, waiting until the small popup appeared that would allow you to delete the app. With the game no longer on your screen, you took note of how even the game's icon had changed to Shadow Milk Cookie.

Screw trying to find a solution. Your horror had overtaken your senses, panic had spilled into your veins; this wasn't just some bug. This wasn't just some measly virus. This was something far worse. Something you couldn't possibly explain to another person without sounding like a fool.

The way he said your name - something that he couldn't possibly have knowledge of. And yet, he said it so clearly, so real, and when you finally approached him, he noticed you. Knew that you were there, looking back at him through a glass screen.

You pressed the delete app button - with your phone giving you a popup, asking you to confirm your choice. In a heartbeat, you selected confirm, and waited.

..and waited.

...

Why wasn't the app disappearing from your screen?

Your phone trembled. You couldn't tell if it was your own fear making you shake, or if it was something else. Something .. otherworldly.

Your fears were carved into reality as your phone practically thrashed itself out of your grip, tearing itself away from you and landing harshly onto your bed. A sinister, twisted laughter echoed throughout your bedroom, filling your ears and flying around the room.

You trembled, backing away as quickly as you could, your feet instinctively gliding you towards your bedroom door.

"Oh, Y/N!" his voice echoed. Shadow Milk Cookie's voice - his words clouding in your mind, like it was being sent to you telepathically. "Did you just try to delete me?"

You heard the Beast Cookie 'tsk in disappointment, clicking his tongue.

"So rude!" he scoffed. "And after everything I've done for you! It's almost like you're trying to get away from me!"

Your back collided with your bedroom door - hands reaching for the knob desperately, but your head was locked towards your phone that began to glow, it's screen taken over by a familiar shade of blue. You couldn't bring yourself to turn your back towards the haunted device, fearing that, even for a second that you might turn your back to him, it could mean the worst for you.

Hands finally grasping on the doorknob behind you, you twisted the metal knob trying to push your door open.

..The knob stopped halfway, unmoving.

You froze on the spot. Your door had locked itself, a bedroom door that never even had a lock, was now locked in place.

"Ah-ah-ah!" Shadow Milk Cookie laughed, his voice swarming in your head. "Where on Earthbread might you be trying to run off to? I'm about to make my big debut, here!"

A hand escaped from the phone screen. You held back a scream.

A blue hand extended out, and a familiar arm with jester attire began to emerge. It pushed itself out, revealing more of him.

His eyes locked onto you immediately - a large grin forming on his face as he had about halfway emerged from your phone screen.

The fear on your face was like a divine dessert - crafted and gifted perfectly sweet just for him.

Just like a wrapped gift basket that landed straight in front of his doorstep. You were right there - in his clutches. He had all the power he needed, and now, all he needed was you.

"Come along now!" Shadow Milk Cookie clapped his hands with glee, as blue puppeteer strings shot out from your phone, headed straight towards you. "We wouldn't want to keep our dear audience waiting, no?"

You yelped, quickly ducking your head to avoid the incoming web, and while your quick thinking may have saved you for just a few more seconds, it didn't matter. The strings quickly maneuvered themselves, wrapping around your waist, locking your arms to your sides and keeping you bound in place.

A scream lay trapped in your throat. You wanted to scream - to cry, to yell, anything to grab someone's attention. And yet - a voice, one that was most definitely not yours, echoed whispers in the back of your mind, keeping you silent.

You were quickly pulled straight towards the Beast, whos hands reached out to you the second you were in arms length of him, grabbing onto you - staring down at you with a menacing grin of victory.

His arms wrapped around you - possessive, as if the strings weren't enough. He needed to envelop you in his own embrace.

With laughter filling the air, Shadow Milk Cookie descended back down into the phone, and you were swiftly dragged along down with him. Your cries finally escaped your lips - but it didn't matter now. Your yelling and your tears were drowned out in his world of lies - his perfect world, that would be built for the two of you.

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You've lost track of time at this point.

Strings were tied around you on every limb, tangled up in a web of blue that kept you still. Your body had adjusted to this new world you'd been forcefully taken to - now with the proportions of any other Cookie that existed.

Not that many Cookies seemed to exist anymore. It was just you, Shadow Milk Cookie, and his two minions - Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie.

Whatever was left of your kingdom - you didn't know. When you awoke in this world after being dragged down into it by the hands of the Beast, you found yourself inside of a familiar Spire.

Your memories are hazy - and yet, on the day you were brought here, you remember seeing Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie awaiting the two of you to arrive, as if they were already expecting you.

"Master Shadow Milk Cookie!!" Candy Apple Cookie cheered - her eyes sparkling at the sight of the Beast Cookie appearing. "You're finally back!"

"I see this was the one that's been on your mind as of late?" Black Sapphire Cookie chuckled, his eyes analyzing you up and down - observing your terrified state. "They look absolutely horrified!"

"Everything went according to plaaaaaan!" Shadow Milk Cookie grinned, his voice, mockingly singing his own praise. "A little more rough than I was hoping for.. but, what can you do? When improv calls, who am I to say no?"

The jester turned to you, his hand grabbing at your chin, forcing your gaze that had been previously facing towards the ground, now looking towards him.

"Don't look so.. blue, Y/N!" Shadow Milk Cookie smiled down at you - his eyes shadowed under an ominous light - his mismatched pupils glowing softly in the darkness. "Trust me, dear, you'll adjust veeery quickly."

Everything after that was a blur.

Your gaze was hazy, staring towards a checkered floor. Darkness surrounded the room you were held captive in - a room that was supposed to be an elegant bedroom crafted just for you.

Your attire matched perfectly with the theme of this twisted place - nothing but dark colors and swirls of lies topped with a few bowties here and there.

The puppeteer strings around your form tightened ever so slightly.

Your mind raced. The words of deceit that constantly filled the back of your mind suddenly became louder - just like they always did. Apart of this horrid routine you were forced into.

.. Y/N ...

Stop fighting my will, Y/N.

This is your home now - and you.. you are mine.

Why do you still insist on fighting me? Why do you still wish to leave?

The world out there has nothing for you. This is your world.

You shake your head, eyelids shutting tightly as you ignored these honeyed, twisted words that beckoned you, wanting to embrace you and swallow up any last bit of fight you had left.

The presence in the room shifts. You don't even have to open your eyes to know that he's here with you now.

A hand softly lifts your chin.

"You're such a fighter, even after alllll this time." Shadow Milk Cookie spoke, a light chuckle following his words. "It's adorable, really."

His voice becomes far more stern.

"But these little charades are starting to bore me."

His grip on your chin is suddenly at your face, tugging you forward, your eyelids snapping open in surprise.

You stare back up at Shadow Milk Cookie. You want to glare - to be angry, to yell, to scream -

But you don't want to do that.

So you don't.

He smiles. You do not.

"You're all mine, Y/N." the Beast reminds you. "You'll come to accept the truth sooner or later."

He laughs.

"It's only a matter of time."

[sunshades]

FINALLY THE NORMAL SPRITE IS DONE so: cathy in her official outfit, as a t corp. researcher, as an atelier logic fixer, and as a tres association fixer. some notes on design and association ideas + a couple color variations for the base one under the cut 🕊💜🙇‍♂️

🕰 t corp. is based on the researchers' design from ruina- they're the ones who operate the tt2 protocol for the hatchery, i thought it'd be very funny (not for her) if this was what she did in the r corp. world. it looks like they're just wearing some shapeless black dress thingy but that'd look pretty boring to sprite, so to keep the same vibe i went w pants and long skirt, more modest like t corp. fashion and also more fitting for what should be slightly colder weather in district 18. the boots are "matt's" lol. i wanted her to have really long hair like those guys but also needed to make her look different from the k corp. one, plus the ponytail looked too...peppy i guess so i just made the braid as long as it could get without looking weird 😭 i imagine she's just a bit too depressed to cut it.

💼 atelier logic! we have now seen a good deal of their work so i had a good idea of the aesthetic to go for, black&white with small detailing, simple but expensive looking...

i wanted to do a white vest with black pinstripes so it'd look like a gunpowder trail, but i couldn't find a piece that worked for a vest, then i saw how cute the butler sleeves looked on it and i went with a cool lil uniform instead... of course, she shares this world with full-step heathcliff so what i wanted the most was for them to match, with the opposite colors shirt and tie... should've had black gloves as well but the contrast is better like this. turned out nice they're really silly 💜

🔩 tres 💃💃💃 i can't wait to see them cuz i love workshops. i went with a reddish/rosy color since we saw that in like all workshops we've met (rosespanner, leaflet, yuria's outfit) and it's not being used by another known association for now. i couldn't think of any spanish trope that could be used to inspire tres (like cinq has the musketeers) so i just went for a mechanic kinda look. their secondary color is silver, from the armor pieces they wear. i went with full pink on weapon and armor highlights, but maybe they change those up depending on personal taste. cathy's also carrying that nice ribbon since well. long-time bell fans will remember this one shares her mirror world with oufi heathcliff. the spear...chainsaw axe thingy is also not standard, i imagine they work on prototypes a lot, so their official weapons would have some points of commonality but be mostly unique between one another. they still would be either charge or tremor based as their main thing, typically keep the rose main color, and always include the association symbol in them. here it is

and we're at the end SO here's more kitty. a purple one because u know i like it better, and a red one for the classic epic kate bush reference, and because i'm still genuinely surprised the dress wasn't supposed to be red without the t corp. filter dsyghujdfnk

[eggsandramem]

so ink, huh? ✒️🌧️

anyways, design notes!!!!!!!

GOD CSMP IS RUINING ME :WITHEREDAWAY: /VPOS

that first part to the finale on rats pov got me GRRGHGHR.... THE DEFILE MOD IS SO <333,,, yummy tasty grghhrg the csmp lore as a whole makes me explode too

for Rat;

🐀 - The little rat pattern on the bottom of the maid dress are based on a sweater i really like!! they're super cute, and i thought they fit

🐀 - Had to add the extra rats hehe,,, including an oc of mine for self indulgence :swagzauc: (the fella by rats' boot,,, simplified version of my oc Squeakers!)

🐀 ^ - To add onto the rats, i also gave them inkmorphisized forms!! they get ink whimsy too. as a treat

🐀 - I wanted to incorperate the focus items in the mod into both of their designs somehow, so i gave rat a charm of the Sun Effigy!! funky tail charm,,, but shinyy,,,,

🐀 - The horns are more rounded than sharp due to how they look in the pixel sprites! :D

and for Lux;

🖋 - I decided to add a big tear in her right wing, to add onto the fact that her arm got pretty much chopped off by mouthpiece. lux herself mentioned after i shared a wip that it could also be torn because of how she always dies to fall damage and. i can see it LMFAOO😭😭😭

🖋 - The horns in the inkmorphisis form are more sharp than soft, more because i couldnt figure out how to make that same shape i gave rats' horns fit with the moth antennae,,, it still looks a little weird but fuck it we ball </3

🖋 ^ - On the topic of the horns, ive also given them the small little nubby bits to *kind of* resemble a wardens horns, with their little glowy nubs!! just as a nod towards the 'furniture' mod she made :3c

🖋 - I turned the eyespots in her normal design into the Totem of Uncleansing eyes!!!! like i mentioned in rats' notes, in wanted to incorperate the focus items in the mod into their designs, and i thought putting the totems on the eyespots would be super neat,,, :D

🖋 ^ - Unlike the other eyes on the wings, the eye over the torn wing isnt removed, but is rather put into more of a side-viewed/facing position! i didnt want to make it look like a strange, weirdly cut off eye, so yahoo :3

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RAHHG I LOVED MAKING MY OWN DESIGN INTERPERITATIONS FOR THESE TWO.... I NEED TO MAKE MORE EVENTUALLY BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN THAT WILL BE BECAUSE MY MOTIVATION IS AWFUL,,,, FOR NOW? HAVE THESE TWO.... hwat is their duo name..... ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ◅

[orchidsarchives]

Even more Jason Todd headcanons

- He’s a really fast typer, like unbelievably fast (this is so hot) and this is both while texting or on a computer

- Speaking of texting, he sucks at texting back. He’s a horrible texter, super dry, boring and extremely late. If you need something, just call him

- I know everyone says that his everyday shoe is a pair boots, but I would like to argue and say that its actually a really beaten up pair of sneakers (maybe adidas gazelles or a pair of vans)

- Also, he has an accent, it’s not super thick when he talks normally, but when he’s tired or angry, it definitely comes out more

- He blasts music while he’s gearing up for patrol, he subconsciously raps/sings and dances along to the song (and he looks SO fine doing it)

- He feels lonely in his apartment so he doesn’t spend much time there, it feels like the quite haunts him sometimes

- He gives really tight hugs almost as if he’s afraid the person is going to disappear if he hangs on too loosely

- He gets nightmares and they’re bad. They’re not frequent but they’re bad - wake up in cold sweat with tears pouring down your face type of bad. He rarely talks about it.

- Okay enough angst lets talk about something silly

- He says sorry to inanimate objects and animals when he bumps into them

- He’s a hoarder. Anything from books to clothes to tupperware

- He also doesn’t use normal bookmarks, it’s almost always an old receipt or a scrap piece of paper that he scribbled random shit on

- I know SOME people also love to headcanon him as this big broody ominous nonchalant dude - he is not

- Jason is a chatty boy and he rambles a lot (but like only once hes comfy with you)

- Also, super random, but his fav food is probably shawarma

- He’s had his nose pierced once and then got punched in the face and it hurt like a bitch so he took it out immediately

- He’s the type of guy to drink really boring soda flavoured slushies like coke or sprite

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Protective Bob||Bob Reynolds x reader

Summary —you and Bob like each other but instead of being open about it you’d rather pine.

Word count-998

Warnings —club setting and mentions of a mocktail (it’s just cranberry juice, Sprite and a lime) 

You weren’t supposed to be paired with Bob Reynolds tonight. Normally, it’s you and Walker, your usual rhythm, your usual snark, your usual cover stories. But he’s tied up in Prague with Yelena, and the extraction clock in Budapest doesn’t care about partner preferences.

So here you are. In a grimy underground club that smells like cheap vodka and cheaper cologne, running recon with the one member of the Thunderbolts who looks like he should be curled up with a book rather than lurking in the shadows of organized crime.

Bob Reynolds.

He’s tall, quiet, awkward in a way that isn’t unconfident so much as… gentle. You’ve never worked closely with him before, but you’ve seen how he treats the team. Always carrying an extra pair of gloves in case someone’s hands get cold. The only one who apologizes when briefings run long. The guy who’d rather take a hit himself than let anyone else get bruised.

The guy who makes you smile when he doesn’t realize anyone’s watching.

You glance over at him now, pretending to sip a mocktail that was a mix of sprite and cranberry juice while scanning the crowd. He’s posted up just a few feet behind you, pretending not to be tense, sipping soda through a paper straw like it’s part of his cover.

Your target’s contact hasn’t shown yet.

What does show up is trouble.

A man you don’t recognize definitely not on the op sheet sidles up beside you, reeking of cheap whiskey and bravado.

“Hey there,” he says, leaning in far too close. “You look a little too good for this place.”

You shift your weight but don’t respond. Eye contact is the fastest way to encourage someone like him.

He grins. “That’s not a no. You here with someone?”

Before you can shut him down, there’s movement behind you.

Bob. Barstool scraping. Boots against sticky floor.

Then he’s there right between you and the man, shoulders squared, hands clenched at his sides.

“She said no,” Bob says, voice just loud enough to cut through the noise.

The man snorts. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m her… bodyguard.”

You nearly choke on your drink.

Bob, who spent ten minutes apologizing for bumping your elbow in the elevator earlier, now stands puffed-up and awkwardly firm, like someone trying to look like they know how to fight without actually wanting to. His chest rises and falls in short bursts nervous adrenaline, definitely. But he doesn’t back down.

The man sizes him up. Bob’s taller, sure, but not exactly threatening. Still, there’s something… off. Not dangerous, exactly, but unpredictable. Bob’s eye twitches. His fingers twitch. He looks like someone trying very hard to act normal and failing.

It weirds the guy out.

“Right. Whatever. She’s all yours, man,” he mutters, retreating into the crowd.

Bob turns to you, eyes wide. “You okay?”

You raise a brow, biting back a grin. “Terrified. You’re so intimidating.”

He blinks. “Wait—really?”

You loop your arm through his and tug him toward a darker corner. “Oh yeah. Especially that ‘I’m her bodyguard’ bit. Classic.”

“I panicked,” he says sheepishly.

You laugh under your breath, finally relaxing. “You were great.”

The rest of the mission goes off without a hitch. Contact shows, data transfers, you ghost out the back with Bob on your heels like a big loyal retriever.

By the time you get back to the safehouse hotel, it’s well past midnight.

You’re exhausted, and apparently, your room’s keycard doesn’t work.

“Seriously?” you mutter, jiggling the handle again.

Bob peeks out of the door across the hall, already changed into sweatpants and an oversized NASA tee. His glasses are off, blonde curls a bit messy. “Everything okay?”

“Locked out,” you sigh.

He hesitates. “Do you… want to crash in mine? Just until the front desk reactivates it?”

You blink at him.

His ears turn bright red. “Not—not like that. I’ll take the chair. Or the floor. Or you can have the bed—I mean, I wasn’t—”

“Bob,” you interrupt gently, smiling. “I trust you.”

His mouth snaps shut. Then curves upward.

Inside his room, it’s warmer than yours ever was. Lived-in. A book with a cracked spine sits open on the nightstand. Two mugs on the desk. He shrugs out of a blanket draped over the armchair and tosses it your way.

“Bed’s yours,” he says, sitting on the floor without argument.

“You can sit on the bed,” you offer.

He looks scandalized. “It’s your—”

“Bob. It’s just a mattress, not a holy relic.”

He huffs a laugh and finally perches beside you, both of you facing the muted TV, shoulders barely brushing.

You pull the blanket tighter. “Thanks for earlier, by the way. You didn’t have to step in.”

“I wanted to.”

His voice is quiet. A little hoarse.

You glance at him. “Even though it made you all twitchy and weird?”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “You noticed that, huh?”

“Kinda hard to miss. You’re not exactly subtle.”

He fidgets with a thread on his sleeve. “I just… I don’t like the idea of someone making you uncomfortable. You deserve better.”

That makes you pause. Your breath catches just slightly in your throat.

You nudge his knee with yours. “Thanks, Bob. For caring.”

He turns toward you really looks at you. You can see it now, in the soft focus of the room. The way he holds himself differently around you. Like he’s always on the verge of saying something more.

Your heart thuds.

You want to lean in. You almost do.

But then he moves first awkwardly, shyly offering the hoodie that was bundled at the end of the bed.

“You looked cold earlier.”

You take it. Pull it on. It’s warm and smells like detergent and something soft and boyish.

You sit there like that, shoulder to shoulder, both of you pretending the silence is easy.

And maybe, just maybe, it is.

[soobinologisttt]

playing with fire - yang jungwon

pairing ☆ jungwon x f. reader

warnings ☆ dom!jungwon, (im a sucker for doms), sub!reader, cunnilingus, cheating (reader and reader's exbf), in exbf's bed (lolol), praise (!!!), jungwon is a sweetheart, ft. ryujin of itzy and jaemin of nct

word count ☆ 4k

a/n: summer break !!! i can finally post more :) i am taking summer courses which sucks tho :(

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usually, you love a good party. the drinks, the way drunk girls unite while in line for the bathroom. it became one of your favorite things about college.

but it wasn't always this way.

during your first year, you absolutely despised parties. opting out to curl up with a good book or tv show.

it was your second year when you found your love for parties.

your roommates begged you to go to a "beginning of the school year" party. then they dressed you like you were their doll.

3 shots later, you were all ready to go. (you wanted to pregame in fear of getting spiked at the party)

when you saw yourself in the mirror, you could not see the nerdy girl underneath.

short black skirt, tight white corset, boots that gave you at least two inches of height, and smoky makeup up with lashes.

your breast sat pretty, your ass was basically out, and your hair was straightened. straying away from the normal curls.

this was way out of your comfort zone but you liked it. feeling, for once in your life, hot.

of course, once you were actually at the party the confidence you had dissipated. you felt self-conscious, as you stood in the corner of the room.

you watched as people danced with friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, sneaky links. seeing them dance so openly and freely made you feel like an imposter.

you looked down into your red cup full of sprite. it wasn't even halfway finished.

you frowned as you looked back up. scanning the room for your roomates, you saw them having a good time.

sipping drinks and flirting with a group of guys that you've never seen.

that's when a pair of eyes found yours.

your eyes met his dark eyes and you felt your heart flutter.

your eyes dart to the floor in a panic as your cheeks heated up.

you never had gotten attention from boys, especially guys that were as hot as him.

he was tall, a good 5'10, lean, pretty face, dark eyes, jet black hair that looked soft to the touch and full lips that curve up into a cupids bow.

you could only imagine how they would feel.

you pulled yourself out of your thoughts and raced to pull out your phone.

focusing intently on your phone, you pull up your shared groupchat and start to type.

you only got to third word when you saw a body enter your eye sight.

you looked up to see who it is and it's the guy that was staring at you.

your heart was beating out of your chest. you've only ever read about guys this beautiful. but now you were in the presence of one.

you were awestruck like you just saw god.

he was dressed in the most basic fit, a backwards hat, a white tee, black adidias pants with stripes, and a white pair of adidas.

"hey, i've never seen you hear before." he gave you the most gut churning smile.

his long dimples catched your eyes like a moth to a flame.

"yeah, my roommate dragged me here and then disappeared." you bit your bottom lip.

"well, i can keep you company for the time being," he took your empty hand into his, leading you to the kitchen.

"what are we doing?" you question as you see where he is leading you.

"to get a drink." he smiled.

"what's your name?" you asked as he pulls you along.

"i'm na jaemin," he smirked.

that's when you knew you were in deep shit.

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now, your stood across the room from him just like how it started. glaring at him as if you were a hunter stalking its prey.

you know he feels your gaze. choosing to ignore it instead for some girl. the girl being one of your ex-roommates. the same one that brought you to a party in the first place.

you weren't surprised at this revelation. you knew she was known for being a homewrecker.

even going as far as sleeping with a professor. leading to his divorce with his wife.

so when you found the sext's between your boyfriend and ex-roommate, you didn't even flinch. she's known for this.

but, jaemin doesn't know that you know. all day you've been going around like everything is okay between you two.

just like is started, you plan to end it that way too.

he wants to play, you can play too.

while dressing up, you made sure to put on something that would turn heads.

dressing yourself in a tiny black skirt, red corset, and your favorite black heeled boots.

wearing the most dramatic makeup, a smokey red look with eyeliner that could cut.

nevertheless he doesn't even give you a second look. instead his focus is on the girl in front of him. looking her up and down while smirking.

you feel your face get hot, the anger has you crushing the red cup in your hand. nearing spilling all of you're sprite and vodka.

your hands releases before anything can spill.

instead you take a big gulp, nearly draining your cup.

you continue watching as the alcohol runs down, basking in the feeling of the warm substance reaching your stomach.

the feeling calms you. taking your mind away from the breaking heart in your chest.

you close your eyes and take a deep breath. containing the tears that you've been holding back.

when you open your eyes, you see him flashing his gummy smile at the women in front of him.

you are so over it. you are so ready to go over there and talk your shit.

not only to him, but to her too.

just as you were getting ready to stalk towards them, you feel a pair of hands on your waist.

you yelp as you jump to turn around.

"oh i didn't mean to scare you," your best friend, ryujin apologizes.

"it's okay," you turn back around as you feel your eyes start to water.

she quickly follows your gaze to where your almost ex-boyfriend is flirting with your ex-roommate.

she knows everything. as soon as your found out, she was there. threatening to cut his dick off and shove it down his throat.

at the time that made you laugh, but now it makes you want to cry. you wish she could do it without getting charged, but unfortunately that is frowned upon.

you put your head down to shield the forming tears from your best friend.

"forget about him," she makes her way to your front.

"i am trying," you pull your head up to look her in the eyes.

her hands make their way to your shoulders, shaking you lightly.

when you see her soften smile, you nearly break down.

"we are going to dance." she pulls you into a hug before pulling back and grabbing your wrist.

you hurry to gulp down your drink as she pulls you along.

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you end up between ryujin and a random guy.

your back is to him as you scan the room to find your cheating boyfriend.

you didn't realize how close you were until he leans over you and whispers into your ear.

"what are you looking at?" he follows your eyes to were you have been looking, "you've been staring over there all night."

you roll your eyes, "my boyfriend is cheating on me with my ex roommate."

you turn around to face him, faced with on of the most beautiful boys you have ever seen.

you thought the same about jaemin, but this guy topped him by a lot.

as tall (maybe taller) than jaemin, wide cat light eyes, that gleamed.

you couldn't help but notice how pretty his eyes are. a dark chocolate color that has you buckling at the knees just looking at them.

you immediately freeze, face turning red for the second time tonight.

"i'm sorry for throwing that all on you,"

"no, it's okay. i'm jungwon," he greets you.

that name sounds so familiar but you can't put your finger on it. you crinkle your face as you attempt to recall.

"jungwon... i know that name from somewhere,"

"we had a project together last year. over the pros of solar power." he tilts his head slightly and smiles, his dimple on full display.

his smile caused the butterfiles to unleash from their cage in your chest. you attempt to lock them back up, but instead they make their way down to your cunt.

you slightly rub your thighs together as you feel your underwear dampen.

"oh yeah," you smile back.

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during the night, you dance with ryujin and jungwon. even going as far as to grind on the both of them.

hoping to get a reaction for your cheating boyfriend but instead getting the attention of his friends. glaring at you like you were in the wrong.

you couldn't care less, flipping them off multiple times as you grind your ass on the two people surrounding you.

as the night goes on you start to forget about jaemin. enjoying your time with jungwon and ryunjin, laughing and dancing to the music.

sometime around 1am, ryujin excuses you and her to go to the bathroom.

while standing in line you catch a glimpse of jaemin leaving his room with your ex-roommate, attempting to hide her behind him.

"where have you been all night?" he questions accusingly, as the girl sneaks past you both.

"i don't know, where have you been all night?" you scolf, crossing your arms.

"looking for you," he rolls his eyes.

"i was so easy to spot, ask your friends," you smirk, "or maybe ask your little fuck buddy," you nearly laugh.

"what?" jaemin squints his eyes are he plays dumb.

"oh you thought you were being sneaky?" you laugh this time, "might want to tell her that, she has been eyeing me the whole night. i think she wants me next. too bad i don't want your sloppy seconds." you wink.

you watch as his face turns a deep red. making you want to laugh even more. as he opens his mouth to respond, you hear the bathroom door open.

it is your turn for the bathroom.

"come on y/n," ryujin pulls you into the bathroom with her before you could finish going off on him.

"thank you," you hug her.

you probably would of pushed him down the flight of stairs next to you guys if she didn't pull you into the bathroom.

"no problem," she smiles at you as she pulls back.

after you both pee, you decide to go to check jaemin's room. sepecting that they were fucking while you were dancing.

you know that is it going to hurt you but you just need to prove it. your noisy personailty getting ahold of you.

when you both exit the bathroom, you top her. stepping off the side so the line can keep going.

"you can go down first," you tell her, "i have something i have to do." you nod to the room jaemin and his mistress came out of.

"okay, call me if you need me," she smiles, "the offer still stands, i can cut it off and stick it down her month instead."

you shake your head with a chuckle.

"i need you out of jail, who else is gonna threaten people for me."

she rolls her eyes, "fine, well text me. i'll be downstairs."

you give her a tiny nod before turning to walk down the dark hall.

when you get closer to jaemin's room, you see jungwon enter it.

you feel your stomach flip.

"why is he in there?" you question.

you conutine to stalk towards the room and with one step at a time, you feel your heart drop.

by the time you open the door, your heart is in your stomach.

the light on jaemin's desk is the only light on in the room. casting a orangish yellow color within the room.

"what are you doing in here?" you ask the boy that is leaning on jaemin's desk. the very same desk that you do homework on. or atleast did.

you shake the thought out of your head.

"waiting for you," jungwon smiles.

"how did you know i was.... you know what nevermind, can you help?"

"sure, what do you need me to do?"

you look down at your shoes that are killing your feet.

"i'm looking for anything that proves that they were.. having sex." you wince at the heartbreaking thought.

he quickly moves to look around the bed as you rummage through jaemin's drawers.

knowing him, you thought he would hide it somewhere.

just like how he hide his secret side piece.

"like this?"

you turn around in a flash and to see jungwon holding the evidence.

a ripped condom packet.

you feel the tears form.

"fuck." you quickly wipe the few tears that are rolling down your cheeks.

he looks at you with pure eyes. watching as you wipe your tears.

he starts to walk towards you, "y/n, you know that he -"

he stops as you dash to the bathroom, feeling bile rise from your stomach.

you dry heave into the trash, only to find the final conformation that he indeed slept with her.

the condom, lazily tied and tossed for the world to see.

you feel your world crash down around you. you back up to the wall behind you. sliding down it as the tears slide down your face.

"he doesn't deserve you, y/n." jungwon sits down next to you.

"i know, jungwon. but it still hurts," you pull your knees to your chest and put your head on them.

jungwon takes this chance to move in front of you. pulling your head up to look into your eyes.

his brown eyes matching his dark brown hair, both glimmering in the bathroom light.

"can i take your mind off of it?" he wipes your tears.

"how?" you search his eyes for a clue to why he is being so nice to you.

"like this," he leans foward and smashes his lips onto yours.

you kiss back, feeling his warm lips against yours. not in lust but in want, need, yearning.

placing his hands on your cheeks he pulls you into a deeper kiss.

he pushes his tongue lightly against your lips. asking for entrance. you slightly part your lips and he pushes his tongue in.

he tastes like cranberry, probably from the cranberry vodka he was drinking.

you moan at the taste, sending a shock to your now aching cunt.

you took this time to push your tongue into his mouth, exploring it, memorizing, and craving more of it.

you don't even know how long you have been kissing when he pulls back.

you could care less as he rest his forehead on yours.

"fuck, you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that." his dimples reval themselves as he smiles..

"really?" you look down at your shoes.

"yes," brings his pointer fingers to your chin and lifts up your head.

"jungwon?" you question as your eyes flicker from one eye to the other.

"yes gorgeous?"

"can we get off the floor? my heels are hurting my feet." you chuckle.

"oh yeah," he moves quickly to get up.

once he is on his two feet, he holds out his hand to help you up.

thinking that he is just gonna help you up, you take it. but instead you end up around him.

legs circling him and arms incasing his neck.

your faces are inches apart when he utters.

"is this okay?" jungwon asks, pulling his face back a little to watch you answer.

you feel youself blush at the way his breath tickled your lips.

"yes, this is okay." you smile up at him.

he takes this as a okay to walk you out of thr bathroom. sitting you on jaemin's desk, he quickly makes his way to look the door.

"if you want to stop at any time, tell me okay?" he states as he takes big strides towards you.

you nod with a little smile. already feeling a little daze from the way he is talking to you.

"baby, use your words. i need to know that you understand," he reaches you and pulls you to the edge of the desk. pulling you closer to him.

"i understand jungwon," as soon as the words left your mouth, he lunges at your neck. soft lips leaving a trail of soft kissed and love bites.

"atta girl." jungwon praises you.

you feel the ache between your thighs worsen as he speaks.

"if i was your man, i would treat you better." he mutters on your neck.

"jungwon," you moan as he places one hand on your waist and the other on your left tit. pulling roughly on your corset, letting your breasts out of the tight garment.

"you like that? my hands all over you in his bedroom?" jungwon teases.

"mhm, i like it so much," you throw your head back in bliss.

his fingers pinch and squeezes your nipple making you jump and whimper.

"fuck y/n, you're so amazing." he grunts.

you close your thighs around jungwon, core aching in need as he continues talking.

"i would make you so happy y/n," jungwon starts, "baby, you would never feel the way he makes you feel,"

he brings his hand down from your tit to your clit. outlining the little bead as you arch into his hand.

you throw you head back, making it easier for him to have access to your neck.

he sucks roughly at your soft spot.

between the feeling of his lips on you and the noises that are filling the room, you could no longer hold back.

"fuck, jungwon." you moan loudly.

"you're so perfect y/n." he groans.

your fingers claw at his clothed back, wanting more.

"can i leave a mark?" he asks against your neck.

you nod as he starts to suck and nip at your skin savagely.

the sensation of his lips against your neck and his fingers circling you clit but not touching, you feel like you were going to combust of need.

"jungwon," you try to move your neck.

but, he doesn't let you move instead he places the hand from you waist on the back of your neck.

"please, please," you grind into his finger, finally getting it to touch your clit.

you roll your eyes in pleassure.

"what do you need baby?" he mumbles against your neck.

"i need you."

he pulls back and brings his hand from your clit to your chin. admirring his work before looking into your eyes.

"are you sure?" his bright brown eyes look at your wereily.

"please, i really want this," you smash your lips onto his.

you feel his arms embrace you before picking you up and making way to jaemin's bed.

you know this is wrong but you couldn't care less. jaemin cheated on you... and you want this.

jungwon lays you on your back on the edge of jaemin's bed.

"god, you're so gorgeous," he pulls back to look at you.

you blush and shy away, turning your head.

he pulls your head back to look at him.

"you don't have to cover up for me," he smiles at you.

"okay," you look into his big brown eyes.

he makes his hands down to your skirt.

"can i leave it on?"

fuck.

"yes," you whine.

he moves to his knees and kisses up your thighs to your underwear.

you gasp as jungwon's teeth latch onto the thin fabic of your underwear. you sit up on your elbows to watch him drag them off of you with his teeth.

you can feel the smooth surface of his teeth as he slowly drags them against your skin.

his hands are on the side of both of your thighs as he looks up at you with dark, lustful eyes.

once your underwear are past your thighs, jungwon finishes pulling them down quickly.

"lay just like that baby." jungwon mumbles as he lightly pushes you back down.

when you're back down, he starts to kiss up your thighs.

his hands return to the side of you as he continues to kiss up your thighs slowly until he makes it to your stomach.

"you're so pretty," he growls onto your stomach.

"jungwon, please." you arch.

he slides his right hand up your thigh to your wet heat.

you shudder at the feeling, feeling the sensation of your pulsating cunt.

the soft tips of his fingers prodding at your entrance.

"please what?" he smirks against your stomach.

"touch me," you moan as he slides his finger in.

"that's all you had to say y/n," he slides back onto his knees.

before you could even think of something to say, his mouth connects with your clit. sucking harshly as you whimper.

"fuck jungwon," he slides another finger into your wet pussy.

fingers pumping into you as he sucks on your numb clit.

"jungwon," you heave as he speads up his pace.

his tongue swirls around your clit as he continues to finger you.

"i am going to cum," you moan, "please keep going, just like that." you run your hands through his hair.

he doesn't stop as you grip his hair tightly.

you start to feel that build up of pleasure that jaemin could never bring to you.

"fuck, i am so so so close,"

jungwon moans against your clit and you break.

arching you back as you chant his name.

he slows down his motions and lifts off of you, quickly coming up to check on you.

"are you okay?" jungwon smiles with his red lips and puffy lips.

"yes, i am more than okay." you smile at him in a daze, "this is the first time in awhile that a guy has made me cum." you blush.

"glad i could help," he smiles again before going down to pick up your underwear.

"what are you doing?" you sit up on your elbows.

"dressing you. i don't want your roommate to worry." he helps you to pull up your underwear.

"she'll be okay," you smile as he stands.

"i want it to be special." he looks down at you.

"what?" you look back up at him.

"I want my first time with you to be special." he explains.

"why?"

"because, this is something i've been dreaming about. i do not want it to be in the same room that you're cheating ex lives in. you deserve so much better." he pulls you up and looks into your eyes.

you blush as you look down at the floor.

"is that okay with you?" jungwon brings his hand to your chin and guides it so that you are looking at him.

his eyes as wide as a full moon. glaring at you with a sparkle that has you wanting to drop to your knees.

"yes," you kiss him, jungwon kissing you back with more passion than you thought a human could ever have.

he pulls back after about a minute, "let's get you home."

you nod as he grabs your hand and leads you to the door.

as soon as you open it, your ex is standing there.

"what the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend?" he nearly screams.

"doing what you couldn't," jungwon smiles innocently, "making her cum."

you chuckle as jungwon pulls you though the party.

eyes are all on you both but you couldn't care less. for the first time in a long time you feel wanted. cherished.

you look around for your bestfriend but don't see her. pulling out your phone you see her text.

i went home, text me (jungwon texted me ;))

"i can drive you home." he says as you both step out into the cold.

"i would love that," you smile up at him from his right side.

"alright," he slings his arm around you and kisses your forehead, "let's go."

[cupcakestreets]

My Friend Made An Emmet Virus

So this happened a few months ago or so, don’t know I’m time blind, but this starts a few years back, specifically after Pokémon Legends Arceus came out. My friend who is a computer wiz, game dev, and number #1 Emmet Lover was absolutely devastated when they see Ingo was separated from their brother. I was not very familiar with the Subway Masters at the time and they were twins who ran the battle subway, and you would basically have to beat a bunch of people in battle consecutively to see them, which absolutely sucked for me because honestly I do not care much for battling in Pokemon, honestly, I’m really there to collect little guys and take care of them, so no wonder I never heard about them in the modern day. But they got me obsessed with them and we were absolutely sharing headcanons and angst about Emmet obsessively looking for his brother like every Submas fan was at the time. My friend who I will now refer to as EV, got inspired by the glitch Emmet concept to create a “haunted” version of Pokémon Black and White where the Emmet AI would immediately go “turbo” if you delete the Ingo file in the game. I thought that was a really fun idea, and we went back and forth on the story and concepts for it, but I being a shrimple artist knew nothing about coding, or anything thing computer related so I left them to it. Honestly, I thought they would’ve dropped it after a bit but, no.

EV worked tirelessly on this thing guys. Like pulled all nights and neglected their health to create this thing. I was very concerned for them and I told them to seriously think about their well being. They did not text back for a bit and I did not speak to them for like a month or so due to school stuff and I was also just doing my own thing. Then one day, they send me a file on discord. It was Pokémon White and all they typed under it was “it’s finished.” I will not lie, I was super excited. We talked endlessly about this and I was curious to know what they did with it. So I boot up the game on my laptop and start playing! So at first it plays normally, in fact I think I was tricked into playing Pokémon White, which it’s a good game, I see why black and white are fan favorite games. I even tried to play the battle subway, and it played like how it does in the actual game. This when I thought “oh wait, it’s like doki doki literature club where I have to go into the files!” Which is what I did.

In the files I saw the Ingo.exe and Emmet.exe files. Which I’m like “aw yeah. I just gotta get rid of Ingo.” I’ll just put him in the recycling and put him back after I get the full crazy emmet experience, is what I thought. That turned out to be a mistake that I will pay drastically later on. I open up the game and immediately the change is apparent. Instead of the legendary appearing at the bottom screen I’m greeted by Emmet, standing in a black void with the game music turned down really low, and it played in the distance. I thought it was so freaky and cool, I immediately went to tell EV that it worked! EV replied back with the emmet sprite emoji. And I didn’t notice it till later but they deleted the game files from our chat history. I went back to playing the cursed game and it just slowly zoomed in on Emmet’s sprite. Which if you’ve seen how the Subway Master’s Sprites look in the the first game compared to the second you would honestly find them to be really creepy, especially when they stand in the void and just look directly at you. When I clicked into the game your character immediately is inside the Gear Station. The music is the battle subway them but occasionally it’ll just stop, or take these long unsettling pauses. Emmet approaches my MC, and goes “Put Ingo back.” And I got chills because I will admit I was playing this at night like a creepypasta/horror obsessed fool and they were talking directly to me. Like the sprite was centered to be looking directly at me. But I press forward wanting to see what will happen. He continues; “This is not funny. In fact, it’s not very nice. Put Ingo back.” And dialogue options appear and you can go “Okay” or “No”. The No button was greyed out so I couldn’t press it. So I pressed okay. The MC was able to move freely after that and I left the building. I decided to explore a bit, see what else I can do. I talked to the NPCs and they all say “Put Ingo back” or “Put him back” and I even ran into a glitched Colress near one of the houses and he said “put him back.” This happened with a few other major npcs of the game when ever I moved around the map, they would just pop up all glitchy and distorted, everyone you would talk to would just say a variation of “put Ingo back” or “where is he?”. Cilan and his Brothers kept glitching into each other near the gear station, and their faces would turn black square. The rival character was all red and emmets text box would appear over him, saying the lines you get when you meet him on the double battle line. What made it extra freaky is whenever I would try to leave Nimbasa City I would land right back inside the Gear station, Emmet standing there looking at me, same thing happened when I tried to enter buildings. I think occasionally there would be these times where his sprite would flash on the screen enlarged and his eyes would look side to side like he was looking for something. It scared me and I think I couldn’t do anything else so I decided to go into the recycling bin and get the Ingo file. To my horror, he was not there. I started to freak out because I know I did not clean out the bin and I made sure to keep it open just in case. I went to EV and ask them to please resend the files, and they sent the emmet sprite emoji, again, and then sent gibberish. I told them that it was not funny. All I got was spam of emmet sprites and under it asking “Did you find Ingo?” After that I closed discord. But I was getting pings on my phone, and I ran over to turn it off.

I go back to my files and I start seeing my stuff being renamed. “I am Emmet” “where is he” “what did you do to him” “put him back”. I closed out of it to see my wallpaper was changed to a picture of Emmet’s sprite enlarged and looking directly at me with hyper realistic eyes. The icons on my computer were all turned into sprites of emmet and under it said “put him back” more sprite icons filled my desktop and they started to invade my entire laptop. My phone got the same treatment, my files and icons turning into Emmet, along with renaming things to “Where is Ingo?” “I am Emmet” “Put Ingo back”.

Needless to say that laptop was locked away. It was absolutely unusable after that. No amount of restarts or shut downs could save it. Tried to see if I can hook it to another computer to do anything and they just spread to that computer. That old phone? Replaced. The emmets started taking over that one as well. I deleted that discord and made another one. I think they’re looking for Ingo still. Which they probably won’t find him considering EV has the only files with Ingo in them. I don’t think they made it to my contacts list as I did not get any messages wondering what was happening with their phones, at least not yet. So yeah my friend made an evil Emmet Virus. I think I’ve had enough Emmets in my life time.

[sweetheartsofpanem]

We Are Not a Normal Family - Soft Things Survive

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You’re not even sure what sparked the argument.

One minute, Katniss was claiming she could absolutely survive in the woods with nothing but a pocketknife and “a good stick,” and the next, Peeta was accusing her of cheating during a very unofficial game of “Who Would Die First in the Wild.”

Haymitch is sitting in his armchair, not even pretending to moderate. He’s got a glass in one hand, a smirk on his face, and his bare feet propped up on the coffee table you just wiped down earlier. You’re curled up on the couch with your legs tucked under you, one hand absently scratching Soot’s head while the other shields her tiny, chaotic body from the chaos she keeps trying to leap into.

“She didn’t even pick a terrain,” Peeta is saying now, voice too loud and too dramatic to be taken seriously. “You can’t just say ‘the woods.’ What woods? Temperate? Tropical? Boreal? That matters!”

Katniss stares at him flatly. “They’re trees, Mellark.”

“Deadly trees!”

“Oh my God,” you mutter, rubbing your eyes.

Soot—sweet, precious Soot, your little soot sprite of darkness—launches from your lap with absolutely no warning and dive-bombs Katniss’ boot, claws extended like a feral little missile.

Katniss doesn’t even flinch.

“Is this your kid,” she says, deadpan, “or a demon sent to punish me for doubting pine trees?”

“She’s sensitive,” you reply, dragging your hand down your face. “She doesn’t like tree slander.”

“She doesn’t like anything,” Haymitch mutters into his glass.

“She likes me,” you say, lifting your chin.

Haymitch lifts a brow. “You sure?”

“She purrs when I kiss her head!”

“She bites your hair.”

“That’s affection.”

“She threw up on your pillow last night.”

“She was nervous!”

He looks at you like he’s planning your funeral.

Katniss is now gently trying to unhook Soot from her laces while Peeta leans over her shoulder, entirely unhelpful.

Soot finally releases Katniss’ boot, only to go skittering full-speed across the room with her back arched and her tail puffed like she’s just seen god and hated him.

You track her with your eyes.

She leaps onto the back of the couch.

Stares down at Peeta like she’s preparing to launch.

“Oh no,” you say, too late.

She launches.

Peeta shrieks—full-throated, hands flailing—as Soot lands directly on his shoulder, skids down the front of his shirt, and disappears under the coffee table like a streak of living shadow.

“I am bleeding,” Peeta announces, checking his shirt for claw marks. “That cat hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” you say, standing up immediately. “She just has a very intense way of loving.”

“She bit my soul!”

You ignore him and step toward the table.

“Soot?” you call softly, crouching. “Baby, it’s okay. You scared Peeta, but that’s not hard to do—he once screamed when a pinecone hit him, remember?”

Haymitch sighs from the armchair.

“Sit down,” he says.

You ignore him, too.

“Soot, sweetheart, come out, please—”

“Y/N,” Haymitch says again, more pointed this time. “She’s fine. You’re the only one panicking.”

“I’m not panicking,” you say as you lower yourself to your knees. “I just don’t want her to eat something weird and die.”

“She’s a cat,” Haymitch says. “Not a Victorian child.”

“She’s small and easily influenced!”

Haymitch groans and sets his glass down. And before you can fully process it, he’s leaning forward, grabbing your wrist, and tugging you up off the floor with zero ceremony.

“Hey—!”

And then you’re in his lap.

Just—in his lap.

Like it’s nothing.

Like it’s the most obvious place for you to be.

He rests one hand on your waist, the other still holding your wrist like he’s anchoring you there.

“Stop acting like an overprotective mother,” he mutters into your ear. “You’re embarrassing her.”

You blink.

Face on fire.

Peeta, who’s still nursing his war wound, says nothing but absolutely clocks the situation.

Katniss raises a single eyebrow, then returns her attention to whatever Soot’s doing under the table, because of course she does.

You clear your throat. “I—I wasn’t embarrassing her.”

“You were crawling on the floor whispering baby talk.”

You smack his chest half-heartedly and mumble, “You’re literally the reason she’s dramatic.”

“And you’re the reason she thinks she can get away with it.”

“She’s cute.”

“She’s a menace.”

You huff.

He smirks.

Soot makes a noise.

A tiny, trilling sound that absolutely means trouble.

You spot her a second too late—perched on the windowsill, pupils blown wide, body tensed like a spring.

“Oh no—”

She jumps.

Not at anyone this time. Just out of the room.

A blur of black fur and gremlin energy as she tears down the hallway like a little demon with a death wish.

You shoot up from Haymitch’s lap immediately. “Soot!”

But you don’t make it more than a step before a hand catches your wrist and pulls you right back down.

You land squarely in Haymitch’s lap again, heart thudding, and he gives you a look like really? when you turn your head.

“She’s fine,” he says. “Let her terrorize someone else for once.”

“She’s gonna break something.”

“She already has.”

“She’s tiny!”

“She’s the devil.”

You huff and cross your arms, settling—begrudgingly—into the curve of his chest.

That’s when Peeta, bless his soul, leans dramatically into the silence.

“Mom and dad are fighting again,” he sighs. “It’s always the children who suffer.”

You stare at him. “Peeta—”

“What?” He raises his hands in surrender. “I’m just calling it like I see it.”

“You’re delusional.”

“I’m traumatized.”

Katniss, deadpan as ever, mutters, “We all are.”

Haymitch snorts behind you, arms tightening slightly around your waist. You try to ignore the way your face burns and focus very hard on pretending you’re not completely flustered.

Peeta just shrugs and leans back like he didn’t just drop a bomb in the middle of the room.

“I’m just saying,” he says. “I’d make a great flower girl.”

“Flower girl?” you echo.

“You guys are already co-parenting,” he says, gesturing vaguely toward the hallway. “Marriage is, like, two jokes away.”

Katniss throws a pillow at him.

You pretend to be outraged, but you don’t get up.

And Haymitch doesn’t let you.

You don’t even notice how the mood shifts—how the sharpness of all the teasing just melts into something warm and ridiculous.

Peeta stretches out on the floor like he owns it, flings an arm toward the coffee table, and says, “Alright. New game.”

Katniss lifts an eyebrow from where she’s curled into the corner of the couch. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“You haven’t even heard the rules.”

“Because there aren’t any.”

“That’s part of the charm.”

You glance at Haymitch, who’s already groaning like this is the worst thing he’s ever witnessed. You’re still very much planted in his lap, and he’s still got one arm loosely around your waist like it’s just… a fact now. A thing you both silently agreed on and never bothered to question.

Peeta sits up like a man on a mission. “The game is called Three-Legged Word Vomit.”

You stare at him. “That’s not a game.”

“It is now.”

“Those are just three words you stitched together like a monster,” Haymitch mutters.

Peeta ignores him completely and points at you. “You start.”

“What?”

“You say a word. Any word.”

“…Okay?”

“Then Katniss says a word that’s not related to your word.”

Katniss scoffs. “This is a terrible game.”

“It’s performance art,” Peeta says proudly.

You blink. “Then what?”

“Then Haymitch says a third word, also unrelated.”

“And then?”

Peeta grins. “Then we judge each other.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“…That’s it?” you ask.

“That’s it.”

“Peeta,” Haymitch says slowly, “you’re so lucky you’re pretty.”

“Thank you,” Peeta says without missing a beat. “Katniss, you’re next.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I will throw something.”

“I like it when you threaten me.”

You’re laughing so hard now you have to lean forward, pressing a hand over your mouth while Haymitch groans behind you and wraps his other arm around your waist like he’s just resigned to being your seat for the rest of his life.

“I’m gonna win,” you say, still breathless.

“You can’t win,” Katniss mutters.

“I’m still gonna.”

Peeta points dramatically at all three of you. “You’re welcome for the gift of culture.”

“Okay,” Peeta says, scooting dramatically to the center of the floor like this is a sacred ritual. “First round. Y/N, you actually start this time.”

You pause like it’s life or death, squinting at the ceiling.

Then say, with complete sincerity, “Spaghetti.”

Haymitch grunts. “Knew food would come up.”

Katniss leans back against the arm of the couch. “Toilet.”

You blink. “Katniss—”

“Peeta said unrelated.”

Peeta claps. “Correct. Haymitch, go.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Nipple.”

You physically choke on your own laughter and slap his chest. “Haymitch.”

He shrugs. “What? You said spaghetti.”

“That’s not—!”

“I’m judging,” Peeta announces. “And I feel deeply disturbed.”

Katniss is unfazed. “Toilet wins.”

“I’m voting nipple,” you cough, still wheezing.

“I abstain,” Haymitch mutters.

“Fine,” Peeta says. “Round two. I start. Word is… moisture.”

You groan.

“Why,” Katniss practically whines.

“Because it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Congratulations,” Haymitch mutters. “You found a word with texture.”

“Y/N, go,” Peeta commands, waving dramatically.

You narrow your eyes and say, “Banjo.”

Peeta nods solemnly. “Powerful.”

Katniss, without even blinking, says, “Gravy.”

Haymitch sets down his glass. “Alright. Peeta loses.”

“Hey!”

“Gravy takes it,” you say, pointing at Katniss. “That was incredible.”

Katniss smirks. “I play to win.”

“You pretended to hate this game,” Peeta mutters.

“And now I’m better than you at it.”

“You’re tearing this family apart,” Peeta says, flopping onto his back like he’s been mortally wounded. “Mom and dad are supposed to set a better example but instead they just argue in front of us and encourage conflict.”

“Stop saying that,” you groan, sinking further into Haymitch’s lap.

Haymitch doesn’t even flinch. “Do I look like a dad to you?”

“Yes,” Peeta says immediately.

You bury your face in your hands.

Katniss just picks up a throw pillow and lobs it at Peeta’s face.

He catches it with a dramatic gasp, clutches it to his chest, and whispers, “She’s gone feral.”

“I will bite you,” Katniss replies.

You’re crying. Actually crying from laughter.

Haymitch’s arms wrap a little tighter around your waist, grounding you.

The game dies a natural death after round four, when Katniss says “fungus” and Peeta responds with “creamed corn,” and Haymitch, without looking up, says “divorce.”

You’re still wiping tears from your face when the silence finally settles, warm and buzzing in the aftermath of chaos. You’re half-sitting, half-melted against Haymitch’s chest, the whole room soft with leftover laughter and the flicker of lamplight.

And then, because you can’t help yourself, you turn to Peeta and say, “Hey. You do realize that if you keep calling Haymitch and me your guys’ mom and dad…”

He squints up at you from the floor, suspicious. “Yeah?”

“…then technically, that makes Katniss your sister.”

Peeta freezes.

Katniss slowly turns her head to look at you like how dare you.

“And I’m pretty sure that would make dating her illegal in, like…” you pause, pretending to think, “everywhere.”

Peeta stares at you.

Then at Katniss.

Then back at you.

“…Okay,” he says, very seriously. “So then you guys are just my mom and dad.”

You blink. “What?”

“And Katniss is your daughter-in-law.”

Haymitch lets out the deepest sigh you’ve ever heard.

Katniss just closes her eyes like she’s manifesting his disappearance.

“No,” you say. “Absolutely not.”

“It works!” Peeta insists. “You two are together. I love her. I win.”

“You’re banned from talking,” Katniss mutters.

“I just want everyone to be happy—”

Haymitch leans his head back against the chair and mutters, “If I die tonight, let it be known it was from sheer stupidity.”

You pat his chest. “I’ll tell your story.”

“You better lie.”

Soot finally reappears in the hallway just to meow once and then sprint directly into the kitchen.

Because of course she does.

And somehow, it all feels exactly right.

“Wait,” Peeta says. “Can we have a sleepover?”

Katniss blinks. “We’re already here.”

“No, I mean—like a real one,” he says, eyes wide. “In the backyard. Under the stars. With a tent and snacks and—”

“Yes,” you say immediately, straightening in Haymitch’s lap. “Yes. That sounds so fun.”

Haymitch groans. “Oh no.”

You ignore him completely. “We could build a whole makeshift tent with blankets and sticks and look at the stars—oh my god, we could tell stories and everything.”

Katniss squints at you. “You want to sleep outside. Voluntarily.”

“Yes,” you say again, too excited. “Summer’s almost over. We need to do at least one stupid fun thing before it gets cold again.”

Peeta nods rapidly. “Thank you! Finally, someone with a heart.”

Haymitch exhales through his nose like this is actually physically painful. “Absolutely not.”

You twist around in his lap to face him fully, hands clasped in dramatic pleading. “Please. It’ll be fun. We’ll be right in the backyard. It’s not like we’re trying to hike into the woods and commune with bears.”

“I am not sleeping on the ground,” he says flatly.

“You don’t have to,” Peeta says. “You can stay inside and be grumpy. Just let us have joy.”

Haymitch looks at you.

You pull out the big guns—wide eyes, gentle pout, softly whispered, “Please, sunshine. Just one night?”

He visibly struggles.

Like actually hesitates.

Katniss watches him with thinly veiled amusement.

“…Fine,” he mutters finally. “But if I find a spider in my shoe tomorrow, I’m blaming all of you.”

Peeta throws his hands in the air like he’s won a revolution.

You beam and press a kiss to Haymitch’s cheek before bouncing off his lap to start planning, already listing out what kind of blankets and snacks you’ll need.

He watches you go.

And mutters, “God help me.”

“No one will,” Katniss mutters.

It starts with a pile of blankets and an unreasonable amount of ambition.

Katniss drags out a stack of firewood from the side of the house while Peeta comes barreling back from his own house with a flashlight, two pillows, and what looks like half a bag of marshmallows stuffed into his hoodie pocket.

You bring out three mismatched sheets, a roll of twine you found under Haymitch’s junk drawer, and Soot—who follows you out like she owns the yard and immediately begins stalking a moth with all the focus of a jungle predator.

Haymitch stays on the porch.

Watching.

Judging.

Drinking.

“You sure you guys know what you’re doing?” he calls out.

“Absolutely not,” Peeta says proudly, throwing a blanket over a broomstick he found in the shed.

You’re giggling already, trying to help Katniss tie the corners of a sheet between two tree branches. The knots are so bad.

Haymitch mutters something under his breath.

“What was that?” you call.

“Nothing,” he lies, and takes another sip.

Fifteen minutes in, the “tent” looks like a haunted puppet show.

Katniss is gathering rocks to weigh down the corners. You’re chasing Soot, who keeps launching herself at the sides like she’s trying to collapse it on purpose.

“I think it’s beautiful,” you say breathlessly, hair a mess, cheeks flushed from laughing.

Haymitch snorts. “You would.”

You grin at him across the yard. “You love it.”

“I love my porch.”

“You love me, and I love it.”

That shuts him up for a second.

Then he groans, gets up, and mutters, “Where’s your damn marshmallows.”

Peeta fist-pumps in victory.

You all gasp in horror when Soot succeeds in collapsing the whole tent.

It takes twenty more minutes, three flashlight swaps, and one more Soot-related collapse, but eventually… the fort holds.

Barely.

But it’s standing.

Kind of.

You and Katniss line the inside with every blanket you could find—some thin and threadbare, others soft and pilled with age. Pillows are stacked haphazardly along the edges. Peeta sets the flashlight in the middle, pointed up at the stretched sheet above you so it glows like a little lantern.

Soot finally decides she approves and curls into a loaf by your feet, tail flicking contentedly.

You’re wedged between Haymitch and Katniss, your head on a folded-up hoodie, the night warm and close around you. You can smell summer in the air—grass, smoke, the faint leftover scent of wood from the pile you used to weigh down the corners.

Peeta shoves a marshmallow in his mouth and mumbles, “Best night ever.”

“Say that again without sounding like a twelve-year-old,” Katniss mutters, but she’s got the smallest hint of a smile on her face.

“I won’t,” Peeta says, proudly chewing.

Haymitch shifts beside you, stretching his arm behind your shoulders like it’s casual, like you weren’t already leaning into him. His fingers graze the top of your arm, and it makes your skin hum in the best way.

“Y’know,” you whisper, eyes fixed on the glow of the sheet above you, “I always wanted to do this as a kid.”

“What?” Haymitch asks softly.

“Sleep outside,” you say. “Under the stars. With people I liked.”

There’s a quiet beat.

“We’re people you like?”

You smile. “Unfortunately.”

“Rude,” Katniss mutters.

“True,” Peeta says.

Haymitch leans down to murmur, low and quiet in your ear, “Didn’t take you for the sentimental type, honey.”

You shrug, pretending to be unaffected. “Didn’t take you for the kind of man who’d end up in a blanket fort.”

“Didn’t have a choice. You kissed me in front of witnesses.”

You snort, hiding your face in his shoulder.

The quiet wraps around all of you like another blanket. Stars peek through the spaces between sheets. Soot snores like a tiny chainsaw.

And for once, everything feels exactly as it should.

Next Part

[jayhabstudios]

Something that Mario and Frisk have in common is that their promotional artwork shows that they wear normal shoes/boots, but their sprite art suggests that they wear something closer to combat boots.

[some-melon]

ACNL CUSTOM VILLAGER/NPC/NPC VILLAGER GUIDE 2025

PLEASE READ THROUGH EVERYTHING BEFORE ATTEMPTING!!!

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS WITH YOUR 3DS OR GAME!!!

PLEASE BACKUP YOUR FILES BEFORE ATTEMPTING!!!

Hi! I'm here to make a guide on how to make a custom villager/switch an npc to a villager in 2025, since there are not a lot of guides, and any guides out there are now old and obsolite

WHAT YOU'LL NEED:

A hacked 3DS with CFW

Computer

7-Zip or Winrar

Animal Crossing: New Leaf (cartridge or digital)

Any Image Editing Software (i.e FireAlpaca, Gimp, Photoshop)

Ohana 3DS [link]

Ohana 3DS Rebirth [link]

HxD [link]

First things first- you're gonna need the romfs files of your game. The way to get them is through GM9 (GodMode9) The way to acsess GM9 is to turn on your 3DS, and as it boots up, hold down the START button.

Besides editing the sprites, this will be the LONGEST part out of this entire process. The romfs has EVERY SINGLE GAME ASSET, so youre basically dumping every single thing from the game onto your SD. For me, this took ALMOST 2 HOURS, so be ready!

FOR CARTRIDGE

Go to [C:] GAMECART ()

Go to the file that has .3ds (NOT THE .trim.3ds)

Click NCSD image options…

Click Mount image to drive

Click yes when prompted

Click content0.game

Go down to romfs and hit Y to copy the romfs files

You can now paste the romfs files to any folder on your SD, but if you want to be organized, created a designated folder for your romfs on the root of your SD

To get to your SD, go back by hitting B until you get to the first page

Go to [0:] SDCARD and click on it, and you'll be in your SD card.

Find the folder you'd like to paste your romfs in

Open the folder and hit Y to paste the romfs, and now you wait

FOR DIGITAL

Hit the Home Menu button in GM9

Go down and click on Title manager

Click [A:] SD CARD

Find Animal Crossing: New Leaf

Go to Open title folder and click it

Click 00000000.app

Click NCSD image options…

Click Mount image to drive

Click yes when prompted

Click content0.game

Go down to romfs and hit Y to copy the romfs files

You can now paste the romfs files to any folder on your SD, but if you want to be organized, created a designated folder for your romfs on the root of your SD

To get to your SD, go back by hitting B until you get to the first page

Go to [0:] SDCARD and click on it, and you'll be in your SD card.

Find the folder you'd like to paste your romfs in

Open the folder and hit Y to paste the romfs, and now you wait

When that is finished, power off your 3DS, eject your SD, and put it into your computer.

Move your romfs to your computer or a USB, that way you don't have them clogging your 3DS' SD and you have a backup of the vanilla files

To keep things organized, make a folder to copy any files you're going to edit to that folder.

Finding NPC files

FOR VILLAGERS

romfs> Npc> Normal> Model

There you can find the .bcres files of every villager

FOR NPCs

romfs> Npc> Special> Model

There you can find the .bcres files of every NPC

Open Ohana3DS rebirth to open and view the .bcres files so you can find the villager or NPC you're looking for

Once you find them, copy them to your desiganted folder

If you want to edit a villagers name you'll need the STR_NNpc_name.umbst file

To find the file go to romfs> Script> Str and find the file, then copy it to your designated folder

If you want to edit your villager's icon go to

romfs> Item> Model

the file will look like brm_(villager id).bcres , FOR EXAMPLE brm_mus17.bcres

When making an NPC into a villager, you're going to have to find a villager to replace. FOR EXAMPLE I edited Sabel and replaced Penelope, so I renamed Sabel's file, hgc.bcres, to mus17.bcres

EDITING THE VILLAGER/NPC

use this guide when it comes to editing the textures and renaming your villager [link]

LOADING YOUR FILES

Now that you have finished your character, heres how you'll put your files on your SD so they'll load into the game

Put your 3DS's SD card into your computer

on the root, located the luma folder

now go to luma> titles> and find Animal Crossing: New Leaf's title ID

US title ID's are

0004000000198F00 for New Leaf

0004000000086300 for Welcome Amiibo

If there is no title ID folder for ACNL, make one

Inside the title ID folder make a romfs folder

In the romfs folder, make a folder for whatever files you edited, so if you edited an NPC, the script, and the NPC icon make 3 folders and name them: Item, Npc, Script

Lets start with Npc first, if you edited a villager or replacing a villager with an NPC, open the Npc folder, make a folder named Normal, open the Normal folder, and make a folder named Model, and in the Model folder put your .bcres file

So luma> title> (title ID)> romfs> Npc> Normal> Model

If you edited an NPC open the Npc folder, make a folder named Special, open the Special folder, and make a folder named Model, and in the Model folder put your .bcres file

So luma> title> (title ID)> romfs> Npc> Special> Model

Now with the script, open the Script folder, and in the Script folder, make a folder named Str, and in the Str folder is where you'll put the .umsbt file

So luma> title> (title ID)> Script> Str

Finally, the villager icon. In your Item folder, make a folder named Model, and in your Model folder, put in the .bcres file that is the villager's icon

So luma> title> (title ID)> Item> Model

Once you have finished that, put your SD back into your 3DS, turn on your console, boot up Animal Crossing, and your custom villager should be there waiting!!

That's All!!

[rosejigglypuff76]

Made a small sprite edit for Sparkling Cookie's Golden Star Guest Outfit, in celebrate of him getting a Magic Candy of his own in Cookie Run Kingdom! 🥂

Just like the sprite edits I made with his normal appearance, I simply added onto this other design of his 🎀 Giving Sparkling long gloves (which you can't completely see with the design), soft leather boots, and a fashionable cat collar 🪴

I depict this edited version of Sparkling's Golden Star Guest Outfit to lean towards a Phantom Thief-like approach 🎭 With Phantom Thief his alias would be; Trickster 🥂

[ultio-angelus]

Midnight @ The House of Asmodeus - Blitzø

@helluvaoutlaw

He found a way to get in. Hot damn, there’s a back entrance.

Blitz knew he’d normally never get access to a place like this. He’d spent enough time sneaking into group homes and rehabilitation centers to know a thing or two about breaking in to a moderate-to-severely guarded business.

He’d just had one of his shittier weeks as of late, and he needed a fucking break. He told Moxxie to clear his schedule and off he went into the night, hopping through stranger’s yards and over their fences, bouncing on steel trash cans and swinging off fire escapes. Parkour was a skill of his that never truly left him post-circus.

A few rooftops later and he was passing over the wall at the lustful lounge, boots silent on the cement leading to the back entrance. He hid behind a nearby loading truck, watching as a few spritely demons carried barrels of alcohol to and from, chatting amongst each other. The door was being held open by a stopper and before long he was inside, successfully avoiding the eyesight of any unwanted attention (aside from one cook that almost took a finger off him before he admitted to “getting turned around on his way to the shitter.”)

Blitzø exhales a sigh of relief once his feet finally hit velvet flooring, thumping base rattling his chest in the best way. He avoids getting too terribly close to the stage—hoping to avoid another encounter with Fizzarolli or Asmodeus. The imp wastes no time ordering himself a glass of whiskey at the bar before finding a comfortable table, adding water and a BBQ bacon burger for dinner once the succubi waitresses noticed his arrival.

The lights go down and he smirks, preparing himself for whatever form of entertainment was coming to greet his senses tonight. What a great night to taste victory.

[almoststedytimetravel]

Please oh please may I hear a scrap more of your thoughts on the Arena designs?

Well I mean if you insist...

First Ken and Koromaru. Koromaru design is peak and not just because he's a dog. Koro is wearing Ken's old hoddie which is peak but also does a little bit of story telling via design since it had to be Ken who adjusted the old hoddie and sewed on the wings, telling us that in between Persona 3 and Arena Ken has developed some sewing skills (and has likely worked on more practical skills because he doesn't have anyone who can do it for him).

Now Ken himself... His design is just the Gekkokan uniform with the student council arm band and evoker+holster. Which is boring, Ken's design is boring however, if I am to play devils advocate for a moment, I can kinda get what they were going for. Ken is doing his best to act like a normal middle schooler who has never experienced the horrors, meaning the lack of customisation in his uniform is reflective of his trying in fit in. Now, everyone has seen this design.

This is one of Ken's concept designs and while this graphic only points out the Shinjiro Peacoat and the Akihiko Sweater Vest, you may also note that Ken has a pocket watch around his neck (a reference to the pocket watch from Shinjiro's portable link). While the way his collar is open is the same way Junpei's was in P3. his jacket is also undone which is a trait shared by both Makoto and Junpei (since neither Akihiko nor Shinjiro wear the school jacket in the fist place). This design also has Ken wearing gloves like Akihiko. This concept design is peak but if I has to guess why they didn't go with it, that's likely because the large coat would make Ken's animations really hard to read, specifically, it'd be really easy to lose track of Koromaru since Koro would blend in with the coat that would also cover the screen. Ken and Koro are already one of the best fighters in Arena they don't need to be made even more difficult to fight.

Now then Akihiko Sanada, he needs to be put down. That's the only adequate way I have to describe him. First of all, why does he have a knife? Second, Why is his evoker on the right side of his body in his offical art but on the left in his actual battle sprite? Third, and this one isn't character design related but, WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HASN'T CALLED KEN IN ALMOST A YEAR?! I can get over his yapping about body building like, god forbid men have hobbies, (half of the examples people get mad at isn't even Aki talking, it's the illusion the "Protein, protein, and more protein" line is just Naoto hearing things). But, why does he look like that?! you're telling me that mr Dorky sweater vest wearer who halls around his blazer instead of wearing it is going to start dressing like this?!

Oh and he is also supposed to be 65kg. If you want my 2 cents on how I would redesign Akihiko, personally I would put him in his epilogue clothes but with his blazer over his shoulders (and made a little longer to be both reminiscent of a cape and of Shinjiro's coat, heck maybe even make it Shinji's coat).

Yukari, Junpei, and Fuuka all look great but I don't have much to say about them, since there is nothing egregious about them. Like I said, Junpei's cross necklace is a gift from Chidori and it's a really cute reference. Junpei and Yukari are both in their "work clothes" since they both came straight from their jobs, while Fuuka is in more casual clothes, because she was with Mitsuru, Akihiko, and Aigis.

Mitsuru... She's in a skin tight battle suit with a fur coat. She's in high heals, her rapier's blade is blood red, if anyone else was dressed like that they's look so fucking ridiculous but Mitsuru pulls it off. She's serving cunt and I respect it.

Aigis switching her ribbon for a tie is kinda funny but I didn't even notice it in my play through of Arena and only noticed it when I was watching a playthrough of Q2 and the Robot who was modeled after Aigis was called Ribbon and I went "Wait a minute" and booted up Arena to check, only then did I notice the tie