#a huge but kind person who wore button up dress shirts and sweater vests over them with tiny half moon specticals and bright red fur

[dadanime]

You never forget your first DnD character. Share yours in the tags.

[missblissy]

PLS alastor x chubbyish reader who only wears baggy clothes like MENS 4XL AND HUGE/LONG SHORTS and then finally puts on something tight like a dress -like his reaction SORRY FOR IT BEING SO LONG AND SPECIFIC

(( Of course my friend!! And no worries. IM SOrRY FOr The WAIt---...... I am but a simple lad. The drafts man.... I don't get along with them and they don't get along with me. AGAIN SORRY FOR THE WAIT WEEPS. I also hope you don't mind I did a modern!au...? QwQ I just-.... I just saw such a cute idea in my head.... ANYWAYS. I hope u enjoy!))

You chewed at your bottom lip as you thought it over again. Was this a good idea? You saw yourself in the mirror and slowly turned to the side a little. I don't know... Is this a good look for me? You picked up the hem of the dress and pulled it up a little. For a second to long you saw your theighs and looked away quickly. The dress was much different than the typical outfit you enjoyed. Baggy clothes no more, a dress found a snug but almost perfect fit. Something about it felt to tight, making certain parts of your skin to appear more pressed and chubby. It did show that you had some curves but nothing to gloat about.

It was red. Your idea. Well... the dress and everything was your idea too. You wanted to look nice, or nicer than you normally dressed. You were a comfort over pain person. Sweat pants were a must-have, large shirts, oversized hoodies? Constantly. It was just far more comfortable that way. Why would anyone want to spend all day in a pair of tight jeans riding up in places nothing should ever go? It didn't make sense, and honestly, it also just made you feel a little better to hide behind such baggy clothes sometimes.

You leaned over the sink and fixed your hair. You felt far more nervous than you should be. Maybe it was because he was waiting outside the bathroom, in your bedroom. Alastor took his time enjoying a book though, he wasn't in that much of a hurry. A lazy smile rested on his face as he looked at the clock on the dresser in front of him. He sat on the edge of your shared bed and took in a slow breath, "It's almost seven, dear, we'll have to leave soon." He casually said as he flipped a page of his book.

From within the bathroom, you took yet another look at yourself, "Okay!" You said quickly. The dress wasn't over the top or anything. It kind of looked like a simple high waist, shirt dress. Tight on the top with a button-down and a little fit bow tucked within the collar, similar to a vintage dress from the 50s. You enjoyed the skirt wasn't as tight as the shirt, but it was still fitted even if it fanned out.

You had to turn away from the mirror or you'd get stuck there again for another twenty minutes. You put your hand on the doorknob then paused. You had only been dating Alastor for about two months. So far he found your casual choice of clothes cute. He didn't seem to care what you wore at the end of the day. And honestly, he didn't know what to expect when you came out of the bathroom. He only wore what he typically wore... But that's also because he was a "public figure" who ran a "respectable" podcast. So he didn't have to change much. Still, the same button-down shirt, tucked into his dark dress pants. There was no sweater vest or bowtie, but instead just a regular black tie. However, up until now, Alastor had never seen you in a dress before.

Alastor never asked you to dinner at a restaurant that had a dress code either. Normally the dates were left to late-night fast food runs because you got out of work late. Not this time though. You also couldn't imagine the embarrassment of being caught at a classy restaurant in a hoodie and shorts... Yeah. No thanks. You'd rather not.

After staring at the door for five minutes you snapped out of your trance-like thoughts and twisted the doorknob. You quickly stepped out of the bathroom and stood halfway between the bed and the door. At first, Alastor didn't even look up from his book. He gave you a glance for a second then quickly took a second look and stared at you.

He slapped the book closed with one hand and set it down beside him, "Well, look at that," He smiled at you. You felt your cheeks burn under his gaze, "Go on, do a spin," He twirled a finger quickly.

You felt a smile climb onto your lips as you did a stupid little giggle and lifted your arms with a spin. The little clap he did only made you chuckle more, "Stop it," You rolled your eyes, only teasing him.

Alastor pushed himself off the bed and just as you spun back to face him, he snacked an arm around your waist and used his free hand to grab your own. And suddenly the two of you were dancing. He side-stepped with a quick waltz, making it easy for you to follow him. He hummed a pretty tune and whisked you away.

Little did he pay mind to your big doe eyes and blushing face. He had his eyes closed as if this was just second nature and he didn't even have to think about doing it. Pressed against his chest you could smell the sweet scent of roses mixed with a warm piney cologne. Alastor stopped short and gave you a little spin. The skirt of your dress waved slightly as you left the closeness of Alastor. You held onto his hand as he looked you over.

Alastor quickly pulled you back to him, "You look very lovely, dear," He was only a few inches away from your face. The warmth of his smile bleed into his brown eyes as he brushed his nose against yours, "Utterly stunning, quite literally the most beautiful creature I've ever seen." Oh well, now he was just being over the top. You let out a little hiccup a giggle but it was stifled by the swift kiss that Alastor stole from your lips.

When he pulled away you were left slightly dazed and sad that the kiss was over so soon. But Alastor kept you in his arms as he said, "Maybe we should just stay home," He grinned at you, "I don't know if I care to share you with anyone else-"

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away with a cheeky smirk of your own. Sometimes he was so full of himself, at least he did it in a way that could make you laugh, "Come on," You gave him a light pat on the chest, "We're gonna be late," You walked past him and grabbed your coat off the dress. Alastor remained there with his grin growing larger. His eyes roamed over your body as you walked past. He took in every angle he could get before following after you and closing the door behind him.

[labyrinth-runner]

For the meet ugly, how about number 39 with Obikin? I can see it going either way, honestly

Lmao. Disclaimer: I’m not huge on Obikin, but I promised that I’d do any pairing that people sent me, and I am a woman of my word. I hope you like this Anonny, because this one’s for you :)

Prompt: I hired you to be a stripper at my friend’s bachelorette party and you happen to be the TA for my favorite class.

Padmé had the biggest grin on her face, “Oh, Ani, you shouldn’t have!”

Anakin tapped the party bus with pride. “Nothing but the best for my queen,” he chuckled. She was getting married in a week and he had completely forgotten to throw her a bachelorette party. As her Man of Honor, it was his duty, which is why they were going out on a Sunday night, the day before his fall classes started. It was the cheapest day he could book a party bus, and it was the only one he could find. Deep down, though, he knew he’d be feeling this tomorrow. He just hoped the hangover wouldn’t be too bad.

“Let’s get this party started!” Padmé exclaimed as she let her group of friends onto the bus. Anyone who saw them would know they were celebrating. Padmé had a crown on, and the rest of the gang wore shirts that said “Handmaiden” on them. 

One by one, they made their way onto the party bus. Anakin chuckled at the gaudiness of it all. The music was thumping loudly, rainbow lights flashed and reflected off a disco-ball in the middle of the bus. At the back of the bus, there was a stripper pole. He had to struggle to contain his laughter when Padmé eyed the pole, turning back to him with a raised brow. He just shrugged.

The bus moved around the corner and a couple of streets away towards their first “destination,” or at least, towards where he had told Padmé they would be going. He had no intention of going there, because his surprise for her would be much better.

 At a red light, they heard a knock on the door. The driver shot Anakin a look, and he returned it with a wink. The door opened and in walked a police officer in very tight clothes.

“What is going on in here?” the Officer asked. His face was hidden under the shadow of his hat’s brim and his own neatly kept auburn beard. His eyes could not be seen behind dark reflective glasses.

Padmé looked to Anakin with panic in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Officer, we’re just celebrating my bachelorette party.”

The Officer’s head swiveled as he looked at each and every one of them, his eyebrow quirking when he spotted Anakin, the only man among these women.

“Well, I’m afraid I’ll still have to fine you,” the Officer said matter-of-factly.

Padmé’s brow knitted in confusion. “What for?”

The Officer, Dick McCuff from his name tag, smirked. “For being too sexy,” he replied, ripping off his shirt and swinging it through the air.

“OH MY GOD, ANI GOT ME A STRIPPER!” Padmé exclaimed with realization. The girls all squealed at the sudden exposure of chest. Anakin couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Now, I need a volunteer, which one of you lovely ladies wants to take a walk on the wild side?” Officer McCuff asked as he swung a pair of handcuffs around his finger. “Maybe the bride?” he asked, looking at Padmé with a raised eyebrow.

“I think Ani wants this,” Padmé chuckled.

Anakin’s eyes widened with horror. He did not want to get handcuffed by a stripper... even if this one was very attractive and had a beard that he desperately wanted to know how it felt against his skin. No, he was just here to supervise his best friend so she could live our her wildest fantasies.

“Which of you is Ani?” The officer asked.

Anakin groaned as Padmé shoved him up. “That would be me.”

Officer McCuff pulled his sunglasses down a bit by the corner to look at him over the rims with a gorgeous pair of cerulean eyes. He looked him up and down with a quirked eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

Anakin looked back at Padmé who wore a ridiculous grin on her face. He shrugged, “What the queen says goes.”

“Alright,” McCuff replied, leading Anakin back to the stripper pole. He handcuffed Anakin so that his arms were behind his back, and his back was up against the pole. He winked before starting his routine.

Anakin swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat as the man ripped off his pants to reveal a bright blue speedo. Anakin looked up to the ceiling. Heaven help him. 

The man started dancing to the music, rewarded by the hooting and hollering from the rest of the handmaidens who eagerly slipped various bills into the man’s speedo. He slowly turned back to Anakin, moving to grind against him. “Didn’t think I forgot about you, did you?” the man winked over his shoulder. 

“Please just end me,” Anakin groaned, feeling an erection start to strain against his jeans. There was no way that McCuff didn’t feel that.

“Feels like you’d prefer a different kind of finish,” McCuff purred in his ear, leaning back so that his back was flush against Anakin’s chest.

Anakin sucked in a breath. “You... sure know what you’re doing.”

McCuff chuckled, “I’d hope so, otherwise I’d be ripping people off.”

“Officer...McCuff, was it?” Anakin asked.

“Mhm?” McCuff asked, his breath hot on Anakin’s skin. It was torture. 

“I think I’d like-” Anakin started, but he was cut-off by the bus driver.

“Well, ladies and gentleman, we’ve arrived at the first stop on the bar crawl,” they said.

Anakin let out a sigh of relief mixed with a slight twinge of disappointment.

McCuff chuckled, smiling to himself as he released Anakin from the handcuffs. “Seems like you’ve made bail.”

Anakin gently rubbed his wrists where the cuffs had sat as the rest of his friends exited the bus leaving him with the stripper. He smirked as he reached into his wallet and pulled out a fifty, holding it between his middle and forefinger. “This should cover the fine.”

McCuff’s blue eyes widened at the tip.

Anakin chuckled, slipping it into the waistband of the man’s speedo. “Enjoy the rest of your night,” he told him as he walked off the bus.

The rest of Anakin’s night passed by in a blur of bars and booze. It was a wonder he even woke up the next morning, let alone made it into his 8 am class.

He slid into his seat as the professor and his TA walked in.

“Class, welcome to day one of ethics and morals. My name is Professor Windu and I’ll be teaching this class. If you have any questions or need extra help, don’t hesitate to reach out to me or my TA, Obi-Wan Kenobi.” Professor Windu stated.

Anakin’s eyes flicked to the smartly dressed TA. Khakis, a button down and a sweater vest. Clearly conservative. Clearly boring. He sighed. His eyes flicked up to look at the man’s face and he almost had a heart attack.

The TA was staring back at him with a slight look of horror. 

Anakin struggled to pay attention for the rest of the class. When they were finally dismissed he casually sidled up to the TA.

“Officer McCuff?” he asked dropping his voice low.

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened and he slapped his hand over Ani’s mouth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“See, most innocent people don’t clamp their hand over another person’s mouth if they don’t know what’s going on,” Ani shot back.

Kenobi sighed. “What do you want? An A? Because I don’t abide by blackmail, but I sincerely like assisting for this class.”

Anakin waved him off. “I don’t want an A unless I’ve earned it.”

“Then what do you want?” Obi-Wan asked suspiciously.

“A date.”

[freezing-kaiju]

Monster Watch Chapter 2: Ghost of a Memory (an Overwatch fic)

[widowtracily, pharmercy, symbra]

1987

Angel Falls, Washington

It was a cold, rainy afternoon in Angel Falls, as usual. In Lena Oxton’s house, she, her girlfriend Emily, and the drider Amelie were whiling away the hours by marathoning sci-fi films from Emily’s collection. Emily and Lena were sitting on the couch, Emily sitting up and paying rapt attention to the movies while Lena slouched next to her and fiddled with a transformer. Amelie sat next to the couch with her six legs folded below her, holding a bowl of popcorn in her lower pair of arms and a copy Amazing Spider-Man #128 in her upper one. Emily was wearing a yellow sweater with green stripes and red question marks on it, and on her head was a panama hat with an upturned brim. Lena had on a bomber vest, a white shirt, and orange leggings, as usual. Amelie was wearing a v-neck Spider-Man t-shirt.

As the credits of Xtro rolled, Amelie got up to get more popcorn. As she turned left, she saw a figure sitting next to her.

Amelie hissed and scuttled to the other side of the room, baring her fangs.

Startled, Lena and Emily both looked over at Amelie.

“Oi, spidey! The hell was that?” Lena exclaimed, concerned.

“There! Over there! Someone was sitting next to me!” Amelie hissed, pointing with three of her arms.

“Love, that’s ridiculous. Nobody’s--” Lena began.

“Mierda!, me viste. No me esperaba eso,” spoke a disembodied voice with a distinctly Mexican accent.

Lena and Emily slowly turned to left of the couch, eyes wide.

Standing before them, hovering about an inch off of the ground, was the apparition of a young woman, a little older than Lena from the looks of her. She was wearing a somewhat worn but presentable purple dress with a hexagonal pattern near the bottom. On her hands were cyan fingerless gloves, and her nails were painted purple. She wore cyan dancing shoes on her feet. Nearly half her hair was shaved off, and the rest was long and dyed purple.

“Que onda?”

Emily shrieked.

“DIA FUCKING NAOFA AR ROTHAR, A REAL GHOST!” Emily shouted, delighted and intrigued.

Sombra was taken aback. “I… kind of expected you to be scared.”

“Scared? Why? I have so many questions!” Emily continued, “Do you haunt our house? Why? How did you die? What’s your name? Why are you still here? Can you interact with physical objects?”

“Umm… no, I don’t know why, I don’t know how, I don’t remember but I call myself Sombra, I don’t know why, I don’t know why, and yes.” Sombra answered uncomfortably.

“Wait, what?” Lena asked, rattled but curious, “You don’t haunt our flat? Then why the bloody hell are you in our living room?”

Sombra shrugged. “I haunt the entire town. I’m here ‘cause I was bored, and I felt like watching some movies.”

Emily frowned. “Why were most of those answers ‘i don’t know’?”

Sombra pointed at her head and responded, “It’s almost blank up there. A few bits and pieces, but no real memory of life to speak of. Can’t remember my friends, my family, my name even… kinda sad now that I think about it.”

She turned towards Amelie, who was still staring at her with less a look of terror now and more one of annoyance.

“Sorry, araña. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Scare? Moi? Non, you never did. I was just -how you do say?- startled. I’m never scared. I can’t get scared.”

Sombra rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say, araña.”

She turned back over to Emily and said, “I have a question for you now.”

“What is it?”

“What movie are we going to watch next?”

-

Early that evening, there came a knock at the door. Lena answered it, and Fareeha excitedly strode in, Angela trudging close behind. Fareeha was sporting one of her usual flannel shirts, while Angela wore a white button-up shirt. After the usual greetings were exchanged, Fareeha headed to the living room.

She entered and, noticing that everyone was there, began talking immediately.

“Ok everyone, me and Angie have been out and about trying to find a place where we can get some magic items. There’s apparently a witch that lives up in the library attic, and we can probably find a way for her to part with some-- since when were you guys haunted?”

Fareeha was looking directly at Sombra, who giggled.

“Hola. I’m just kind of hanging around here. They’ve got cool movies. Speaking of, I’m tagging along on whatever this errand is.”

“Okay then,” Fareeha said, shrugging, “as long as you don’t cause any problems for us. Now let’s get going.”

-

Soon, after a bit of driving, they arrived at the library, which was closed for the evening, just after sundown, and began searching for an entrance to the attic. Eventually, Amelie found a huge trapdoor on the ceiling and knocked.

“WHO IS IT?” a booming female voice echoed down.

Angela whispered to the others, “I’ll do this. She might have heard of me.”

Angela shouted up in her most formal tone, “Angela Ziegler, guardian and protector of the town of Angel Falls, here with my allies to request an audience!”

The trapdoor swung open and a white ladder descended. The voice spoke, “GRANTED. YOU MAY ENTER.”

Angela climbed up first and found herself in a strange combination of foyer and study. Several ornately carved birch tables were meticulously organized in rows. The walls were lined in bookshelves. Everything in the room was ordered and cataloged to a T, the books neatly organized and alphabetized,

and everything mirrored in perfect symmetry. On one side of the room, there was a large, ornate door with six holes in it, each just larger than a fist.

Angela looked around and formally called out, “I have come with my friends to request the granting of some magic items, to enable them to aid me in defending the town!”

The door creaked open. A woman stepped out who Angela presumed was the witch. She wore a light blue and black dress, long black fingerless gloves, a circlet of beads on her head tipped with a single blue gem, and a pair of thin blue earrings. She looked at Angela with an expression of distant respect.

“Greetings. I am Symmetra. I presume you are Dr. Ziegler?”

“Yes,” Angela answered uneasily.

“It is good to finally meet the woman who keeps us secure. I will grant your request. Come, ask your friends to follow you up. I would like to meet them.”

Angela breathed a sigh of relief. Well, that was easy.

-

Symmetra looked over the motley crew, sizing them up. She analyzed each of them one by one, pausing a moment at Amelie (she had never met a drider in person). When her eyes rested on Sombra’s translucent form, however, her heart seemed to skip a beat.

“I... um, I-I-I...” Symmetra trailed off, stuttering uncontrollably, eyes almost bugging out and a blush creeping over her cheeks. As the team shot her quizzical looks, she managed to collect herself enough to say, “Excuse me, I need a moment to t-tabulate this information...” as she rushed to the adjoining hall behind her.

She closed the door behind herself and ran into an adjoining room, locking the door behind her. Once she was sure no one could enter but her, she broke down sobbing, but strangely also smiling.

“IT WORKED!” she choked out between sobs, “Ten years of thinking that I had failed, ten long lonely years with nothing to live for but my studies, thinking that she was gone forever, and now she is back!”

-

Ten minutes later, Symmetra was still in the back room and Lena was getting impatient. She walked over to the ornate door and knocked on it three times, saying, “OI! Are you done yet?

The door flashed and glowing letters appeared on the door, spelling out, “NO. COME BACK TOMORROW.”

Lena shrugged. “Can’t argue with that.”

-

Later that evening, Emily was preparing spaghetti for dinner when she heard a dull thud coming from the laundry room. And another. And another, and another, all in a consecutive pattern. It didn’t sound to her like someone was knocking at the door, more like hitting a wall with a light hammer.

She picked up her umbrella and, brandishing it like a sword, walked cautiously into the laundry room. She jumped when she saw Sombra’s ethereal form floating there, banging her head against a wall.

“Lass, what the hell are you doin’?” Emily asked.

“I’m. Trying. To. Remember. Where. I. Saw. That. Witch. Before.” Sombra said between bashes, gritting her teeth.

“...are you seriously making your head solid just so you can whack a wall with it?”

“...si.”

Emily sighed and turned away. “Well, I’m trying to make dinner, so keep it down, kay? Thanks a million.”

As she walked out the door, Sombra sighed. What’s the use? She was trying to find a face in the blurry and tattered snippets of memories that were all she had of life.

Dejected, Sombra looked at her reflection in a nearby dressing mirror. Come to think of it, why was she dressed so sharply? She couldn’t remember the exact contents of her wardrobe, but she was pretty sure that the dress was for special occasions. And… wait, come to think of it, why was she wearing dancing shoes?

Suddenly, she remembered something. Though it was but a few fleeting seconds, she recalled a memory of herself in a club; happy and content, dancing with someone special to her. She had seen this memory many times before. Only… she had never remembered the face of the person she was dancing with. But now she did.

“Oh, dios mio,” Sombra gasped. “Satya.”

thanks for reading! if you have any feedback or questions, send me an ask or a message. if you liked it, please reblog!

and as always, thanks to @reypadawanjedi, @space-agatka, and @kalverzer for your help!

EDIT: D8 oh jesus fuck i didn’t realize how the driving scene could trigger someone. i fucked up. i have removed that scene. it was stupid and contrived anyway. i’m so, so sorry.