#at this point i really need to put them both on my oc page...

[elavoria]

Face studies of my Kingmaker and WotR characters, Mircella and Isanna. :3

[b1asho]

Wof ocs: land-dwelling seawing and grounded skywing (aka Kelp and Osprey). It’s not like they Can’t swim or fly, but it’s a lot harder for them than the average joe.

I don’t have a whole lot of plot for them; they mostly just travel together avoiding the active battlegrounds and maybe help escort an ailing Mudwing kid to her family at some point. Par for the course with my ocs, they’re both losers. They initially only really hang out together for the mutual benefits: Osprey is intimidating enough to ward off most bandits by looks alone and has a more realistic approach to setting goals and general direction (filling in a leadership role and balancing out Kelp’s lack of a backbone or stranger danger sense and curbing her absurd fantasies ) while Kelp knows a little more about *how* to actually get things done and has a better approximation of people skills (filling in Osprey’s considerable gaps in knowledge about anything that’s not farm animals or military tactics and balancing out his aggressively distrustful demeanor that prevents him from asking for help. She’s also the one who can talk their way into and out of situations) they eventually figure out they’re a good team and more or less hang around each other

Right now I think the two are somewhere on the coast near the Diamond spray delta????(google map of Pyrrhia idk)

Some general info related to what’s on the page:

Every tribe has a lot of regional variety in terms of physical appearance. For skywings, the northern ones are the most populous and have united the other major aeries under the goal of pushing for imperial expansion on the side of burn. Northern skywings have the most dimorphism between males and females as well as the brightest colors out of the skywing region types (females have a very distinct reddish orange coloring while males have duller browns and yellows, as opposed to ospreys group where it’s switched to darker brown f vs lighter brown m) This is because they have the most unbalanced parental care system, where the male raises the chicks alone while the female leaves. No matter the type of physical difference, the social separation is ever present and more or less as extreme (completely matriarchal). An aerie is a nesting area for a group of related individuals, where there is one dominant female, a pool of married-in males (one is chosen every season to be the matriarchs pair), some other female subordinates, and the matriarchs kids (including some adult males). Females are leaders, hunters, and providers while the males do menial labor or domestic, and craft tasks. Among all skywing ethnicities, there are cases of males being born with female coloring or vice versa. Males with female coloring do not have a place in society according to their rules, since they look like a female but can’t lay eggs (meaning they are ‘broken’ in the eyes of their peers. They can’t even participate in making eggs because that would look gay and I’m deciding that theyre homophobic for fun/because of the sanctity they put on the hetero-ness of their everything). They’d normally just be driven out in bigger northern aeries, but Osprey is an exception because of his slightly different culture and because his group needed every worker they could get to survive on their land (he was kinda just treated like a defective female that has to work with the males. Not fun). A female with male coloring is more tolerated ONLY if they stay celibate and out of the way of the “real” females (often, they are just put in all-female homes as an attendant). Ospreys aerie was a small and rural one that practiced subsistence herding/hunting, so it wasn’t hard for a northern recruiter to strong-arm them with a little military coercion and cash into giving up their eligible youths for the draft. He didn’t really feel a particularly strong bond with any of his family group due to their previously described sentiments towards his condition, but it’s still a blow to the ego to know that they sold him off to die for not even one iron ingot. He got lucky with the force he was taken into (they got bronze swords and leather armor, which is more than some other skywing soldiers) but not so lucky with the area he was sent to (Sandwing ambush). After being badly wounded and finding out he was the only survivor, he fled rather than going back to a northern base and has been evading capture (and execution) since. The lack of depth perception/decreased vision in general means he can seriously mess up landing and taking off in crowded areas like a forest, and can’t do a lot of complicated maneuvers anymore. Despite already being jaded and cynical at his big teen age, he’s not really equipped to be on his own at all and has been thrown off the deep end in terms of experiencing the world for the first time.

Seawings live in pods of family members and some outsiders. Unlike other dragons, they are actually led by a pair-bonded male and female rather than it being a female-led harem type thing. This pair are the bulls, and they’re bigger than everyone else because of hormones (they’re the only reproductive members. This is enforced to varying degrees between pods, some larger more organized ones even have legislation about it. Homosexual activity is encouraged to prevent threats to the bulls (aka new kids or a new mating pair). Through interacting with other tribes, some of the more powerful “superpods” made up of multiple family lines have adopted a more female-dominant system where there are still physically distinct bulls but only the female does any governing. For trade and other stuff, too, pods will normally only send their female members since no one else would respect a male. Kelps pod was a mid-sized one that was technically a part of another super pod’s domain, but they only really interacted through some resource taxes and occasional new laws being delivered. Kelp was on the bottom rung of the social ladder and chafed a lot with her pod because of her general weirdness and lack of strong allegiance to her bull (her mother). She still feels sentiment towards them because they raised her, but was never able to fit in. The superpod they were under was allied with blister, making their territory a target for mudwings and skywings. Eventually, Kelp’s pod was affected by this when an ongoing battle between the superpod’s troops and some mudwings spilled into their land. The superpod forces lost and Kelps home was looted, in the process she was burned and separated from the others. For about a week she hung around tending to her own wounds to see if her pod would regroup somewhere, but eventually left to find a real doctor (trying not to think about the implications of them not coming back) it’s been about a month since then, and she has somehow been stumbling by using her craft skills. Shes been robbed several times and has only gotten away with her life thanks to the good ol tail slap+ massive seal teeth jaw strength combo (other than that all her health problems are 100x worse because she’s on land most of the time to avoid Mudwing-patrolled rivers and the hostility of other pods.) She’s never been outside her pods range before and the world is not so great, but she has a positive outlook (some might even say a foolishly optimistic one).

[norixseaweed]

NCT 127's Dorm Maid CH. 2 - Mark

NCT 127's Dorm Maid: Chapter 2 - Mark

Title: NCT 127's Dorm Maid Genre: smut Chapter: 2 Character: Mark x OC/reader Master List Previous Chapter - Next Chapter Contains: Masturbation, hand job, blow job, a bit of face fucking Summary: When NCT's Dorm maid falls ill, her niece takes her place and becomes NCT's new dorm maid. NCT weren't unfamiliar with the girl as she has substituted for her aunt many times before. But this time it was different, this time she was going to become their permanent dorm maid as her aunt was forced to retire because of her health. NCT members quickly grow fond of the girl, but little did she know this also meant that she was going to be a hell of a lot more busy than she expected. Authors Note: It would be really nice and appreciated if you guys could reblog this if you enjoyed it so that I can get more readers. Liking a post shows me you enjoy it, also feel free to comment and leave opinions. EXTRA side note: All my fanfics will be reposted to this page, will be getting rid of my side blog at some point!

The thing I enjoyed about working for NCT is that I was not expected to tend to both dorms in one day. We had decided to keep a schedule, one day 5th floor, the next 10th floor. If I saw I had time or energy I would tend to both. I wasn't required to always cook either but on days I knew they had busy schedules I would cook for them and again if I saw I had time I would still cook.

Today I was tending to the 10th floor dorm. The dorm was empty except for Jaehyun, I saw him when I came in and he said he was going to just "chill" in his room.

Before I started working I plugged in my headphones and turned my music on. I took my time cleaning, humming and dancing to my music as I did. I soon entered the bathroom to clean and rolled my eyes as I saw the tube of toothpaste not closed.

This happened quite often and I'm determined to find the culprit, I bet whoever left it open was also responsible for the pile of clothes on the bathroom floor that had somehow just missed the laundry basket.

"Whoever did this, I will find you and I will kill you," I said the last line while imitating Liam Neeson. I picked up the laundry basket and began humming along to Rain's "Rainism" as I walked to the washing machine "I'll let you rainism on me any day Rain...whatever that means."

"You're a fan of Rain?" I turned to the owner of the voice, taking my headphone out of my ear.

"I mean who isn't? He's a damn legend, what about you, Jaehyun? Are you a fan of him?"

He nodded his head "like you said, the man's a legend, anyway I just wanted to let you know I'm heading out to see some friends, so you can be more comfortable cleaning my room."

I gave him a thumbs up "got it, have fun!" He gave me a small smile, his dimples shyly greeting me. I kind of wanted to poke them.

Once he left I began to clean their bedrooms, the last room left was Mark's. I opened the door and let out a gasp, to my surprise Mark was home, I didn't realize he was since Jaehyun hadn't mentioned it.

But Mark's presence in itself isn't what made me gasp "oh my god I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were home..." I apologized as Mark panicked and pulled his blanket over himself, his face turning as red as a strawberry.

If you haven't guessed it yet, I just caught Mark...well how do I put this, Jackin' the beanstalk, polishing the pearl, spanking the monkey, or tugging the slugs if you will. I think you get the point now.

"N-no it's okay it's my fault for not letting you know I was here, um...I should have locked the door...oh god this is so embarrassing..." He stuttered with his words and I found it cute. It triggered my inner demon to be quite honest. I absolutely enjoyed teasing cute shy boys like Mark, and hey no one was home. I held back a smirk and I coyly bit down my bottom lip.

"Well...you know, I am your maid and I am here to do anything you need me to, you know..." I stepped inside and closed the door behind me before moving closer to him "when I say anything I mean anything." I was now standing right in front of him, my eyes never leaving his as he stared up at me. His Adam's apple bobbing up then down, I reached down to trail my index finger up along his thigh that was now covered by his blanket "that includes helping you out with you're little problem here." I said in a hushed tone.

He was flustered, he began to stutter again his ears turning red as he blushed "I-I um uh...fuck...I wouldn't want to make you do anything you're uncomfortable with...ah shit what am I saying," my lips involuntarily formed into a smirk. I lowered myself onto my knees in front of him, gently tugging against the blanket.

"I assure you, I am completely fine with this...the question is, are you?" I asked softly as I finally moved the blanket off of his lap and to the side before I adjusted my position between his legs. I looked up to meet his gaze which was filled with nervousness, but also eagerness.

"I...what if we get caught? Jaehyun is next door..."

"Jaehyun went out, we're alone," I reassured him before letting my gaze fall to his still erected length. I wrapped my fingers around it and began to slowly and teasingly rub gentle circles around the tip, my eyes meeting with his again "I bet you've been craving for a girls touch for a while now huh?" Mark gulped at my words, my wrist now slowly moving, stroking his erection "you're just too busy to find a girl these days, so you just come home, tired and stressed, all have is your imagination and your hand..." Mark's chest began to rise and fall as his breath grew heavier. I picked up the pace of my wrist as I jerked him off "mmm....it's sad really, any girl would love to take a cock as nice as yours," I heard a quiet curse escape Mark's lips, I couldn't help my smirk.

I moved my face in closer to his cock, I let out a soft hot breath against it and watched it twitch. My tongue darted out and I pressed it against the base of his shaft before slowly dragging my tongue along it until I reached the tip. My tongue swirled around the tip before latching my lips around it, softly sucking on it with a hum.

"Shit..." he cursed, letting out a quiet whimper as I moved my head lower, taking his length deeper into my mouth. I began to bob my head in an up and down motion, emitting a groan from Mark "shit, noona...keep going don't stop," my bratty self then kicked in. I pulled my head back and released his cock from between my lips with a pop "oh, oops...I just stopped, I wonder what you're gonna do about it,"

"Fuck, shit, please don't tease me I really need you...to, to keep going...please,"

"Make me then, grab my hair and force your cock down my throat, make me gag on it, Mark," I licked over my lips before taking his tip between my lips again. I could feel Mark's hand hesitantly grip onto my hair.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and his grip tightened before he finally forced my head down onto his length, triggering my gag reflex. I began bobbing my head up in down and quicker pace than from before. Mark's moaning music to my ears, he hissed and cursed, encouraging me to continue. His hips soon began to thrust up as he fucked my mouth. After a few thrusts he finally reached his climax, thick strings of cum flowing into my mouth and, I, of course swallowed it. I pulled back and met eyes with Mark, who's chest was heaving as he caught his breath.

"Shit that was, amazing,"

I smiled up at him before standing, fixing my clothes and hair.

"If you need me again just let me know,"

Mark nodded his head in response and I walked out of his room. Getting straight back to work.

Next Chapter

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Writer In Need! - Writing & Art Commissions Available, Please Read The Whole Post And Vote To Help Me!

My mom has been admitted into the hospital today.

Hey guys, serious post so please treat it as such but genuinely I need commissions. I'm currently at the hospital with my mom and I won't bore any of you anymore with the many issues I have but commissions would be both helpful on her to help pay for things that's are more low priority while bigger money is dealt for bigger things. Nonetheless my point is commissions are open. I'll draw but pieces take longer but I am happy to do Hazbin Hotel, Demon Slayer, and various OCS no matter where they're from so please just ask me.

Hazbin is my biggest fandom right now so I prefer working in that fandom but I can hear others out. I'm a part of quite a few.

Though I can draw I do prefer more writing commissions over other things so please ask for those. At the top of my page it mentions what I will and won't do so please refer to it but I'll write cc x cc, OC x cc, OC x OC, angst, smut, fluff, 3k, 6k, 10k words... Just please look at my account and read everything before commissioning ANYTHING.

I will only take payment as Cash app, Chime, and/or Venmo but I'd really just like to have the money for peace of mind. Don't pm me with offers of other things... 'sugar daddy' looking for a baby desperate for help? Please stay away from me. I ONLY want genuine commissioners and if you choose to be one I will talk to you fully about your commission to make sure I get all the right info and actually start your story if you send full/half pay.

It's just... I'm going through so much. I hate having to ask the Internet for help because sometimes people don't listen and offer times they don't care but bless any soul out there who reads this and bless your life if you decide to actually commission me in this time of need.

I'm putting a poll for interaction to hopefully actually get commissioners. I usually beg people who aren't serious to not vote but sometimes people enjoy getting others hopes up so I know most likely it'll still occur but I have to try. I think maybe months ago I made a goal to see if I could reach 400 dollars just from commissions. It'll take work but work that I will and have to accept.

Here's some pictures of me currently at the hospital because I know people don't really listen to these things when they don't trust them and that's smart and completely fair.

I have videos as well but here's just a couple. Once again I'm looking for serious commissions. Want a 4k, 5k, 8k(?!) story of your OC smashing Lucifer I'll do it just please give me your money. I'm desperate and my mentally is trying to keep stable so please gods and goddesses let people see and be serious about this post like I'm begging for them to be.

Here's the poll

Please don't vote if you aren't going to do one of these two things. I'm in genuine need of help again and I'm hoping this works this time because it hasn't in a while now.. I have many examples of writing on this account though I'm aware I need to make another master list..

I'm also more than happy to write and/do art for:

Obey Me

The Arcana

Stardew Valley

Harvest Town

Dislyte (specifically writing since I haven't practiced my art style with them)

Demon Slayer

Tokyo Revengers

Possibly more...

If you've voted or you're a commissioner looking to give me work, thank you. I'm happy you're here and hopefully.. you enjoy your stay here while you have it. Honestly if I don't get commissions after this post I just honestly don't know what I can do.

[aizawashuichi]

Tagged by @wildernezz and @lawlietscaramels (see their posts: nezz - here and lei - here) to share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have fewer) and tag ten people.

thank you both for the tag! seeing my writing from two years ago or older is,,, something.

D for Detective (L/OC)

"So, 371 or 2384?" I slide my chair over to the U.S. Code, Title 18, in the right-hand corner of the desk and start flipping through it, being careful not to drop the phone, which I hold between my shoulder and my ear. "If we can convince them of the reason for such acts, it's more likely to fall under 371, but given the aggravating circumstance, I suppose they could apply 2384," Isaak explains to me, as I quickly scroll through the paragraph on Conspiracy to Defraud the United States. "Jessica, are you sure you want to do it? We also have to apply two and three and... Yes, you have everything not to apply 1519 and the verdict might not be the death penalty, but... It's a big case... And a serious one. You might not—" "I know," I stop him. "I'm sure of it. Don't you think it's time?"

DFD - aconitine poisoning one shot

I observe Wise-Woman's delicate profile, gently touched by the September rays that have yet to warm up. Her eyes, behind square-framed glasses, carefully scan the page of the pop culture scandal magazine she has retrieved from the waiting room. The long fingers of her left hand trace the edge of the right page, before turning it the other way in a movement that is not entirely natural, but she cannot do otherwise, because her other hand is busy with mine. "You're cold…" I whisper, noticing that her temperature has dropped in the last half hour. "I'm cold," she replies, "but Pibby really seems to need the fresh air."

[robs, if you are reading this, yes, people close to her call her Pibby lmao it's nice]

Mazzaroth - The Only Thing I Have Left Of You (L & OCs)

Dear Diary, Diary? Should I call you that? Sounds pretty basic, doesn't it? It is something that others would do – not that I think Watari (I am already bringing up someone you don't know, but you will soon learn who he is) has given others a diary. He knows that writing is a passion of mine and that I will become a journalist in the future. He thinks I will use these pages to document all the crime stories that interest me, but I am not predictable. I'm going to do something he would never expect, which is to create an imaginary friend. Yes, Diary, you're that one. I'm not crazy. I'm pretty reasonable, honestly.

always one foot in, one foot out – what would it take you to close the door and come inside? (L & Task Force)

L took a quick glance at the clock in the corner of the big screen in front of him, before returning to his circular fortress of sugar cubes. "I think that's enough for today," he announced to the only two people present, who had decided to extend their working hours for the day, perhaps in the hope that proof of the identity of the killer who had been terrorising the world for over a year would surface before the festive season. It was a futile hope, ultimately. However, the previous year on the 31st, L had shown himself to them, which could be considered a rather expensive gift that, even months later and despite his behaviour, was still something that could hardly be denied; so, who knows, maybe it would be Kira who would come to light that time and bring some joy.

Epistulae (Mello x/& Near)

[i should have published this letters as separate one shots and then put them in a collection, so i am putting the first lines of both, so i reach the ten fics quota]

sometimes it's hard to face reality

Nate, We're at a critical point in the case. I'm sure I won't make it to the end of this. But I'm also sure that you will make it. I trust you, because as much as it pains me to say it, you're the only one who can defeat Kira and save humanity. Please don't fail.

to you, mihael keehl.

Dear Mello, This is the first time I have ever taken pen and paper to write a letter... To you, Mihael Keehl. To the person who despised me most on this planet, but who, on the other hand, could understand my situation, even if he refused to do so, because, after all, it's not a good situation. I had the impulse to do it. I didn't calculate it. I didn't reason it out. I'm just doing it. I'm writing to a dead man.

Turned Towards The Tower

On the night A decided to take his life – a Saturday –, the church's bell ringers were practicing as L was working on his personal computer in his room. He thought that they were being louder than usual, because they kept interrupting his train of thought, which rarely happened. He tried to close the blinds to smoothen the noise, but they were still audible. He got annoyed, and left the room, taking what he could and needed, thinking that moving to another part of the orphanage would have helped – maybe, Watari's office. 

I'll hold on to this feeling until the grass stains on those old shoes are completely gone. (Near x Reader)

"I'm done," you said, pressing the button. You let yourself fall backwards, bending the back of the chair slightly downwards. You stretched, so that all your muscles and bones, which had gone numb from hours spent in front of the computer, sorting out reports, could function as they should. You grabbed the small bottle of water but stopped before lifting it up. You shifted your gaze to the monitor, on which a large black capital "N" in ClerestorySSK font occupied the centre of a completely white background. You looked confused at the screen, as if you could see the boy hiding behind it, and waited a few more seconds, still and motionless. The deafening silence in the room not only puzzled you, but sent a shiver down your spine, because it was unlike him to ignore you like that. Moreover, on a day like that, when you had finally decided to let him know how you felt about him, it was not a good sign at all.

It was like looking in a mirror, but the reflection staring back wasn't his. (L &/x Reader)

It was only a few minutes before the start of the entrance exam to To-Oh University and the young detective L was normally sitting at his desk, looking at the brown head of his main suspect, Light Yagami, who had not turned once in his direction, which was to be expected. He had not yet assumed his typical sitting position, because first he wanted to see how the boy would act, thinking he was not being observed, and whether anyone would approach him. He intended to pull up his legs when the examination started, because that would certainly attract the attention of the professor, who would scold him. He had already calculated that by doing so he would have an 80% chance that Light would turn around, especially if he had something to worry about, because maybe he was afraid that someone would be on his steps to find out his dirty secret.

Watari's last assignment

"L is dead." The young adult exited the headquarters through the sliding doors, holding a phone close to his ear. He stopped before going down the stairs, shifting his attention to various points around him, as if afraid he might be seen or heard. However, the street, at that late hour, was less crowded than usual; therefore, he could be confident he wouldn't run into trouble... Or would he? "Oh." Pause. "How did that happen?" He checked the watch on his wrist, the phone screen and tapped his left foot twice on the white tiles. He brought it back to his ear again. "Kira."

tagging - most of the people i wanted to tag have been tagged, sooo @43501 @princessuncertain and @stardust-in-your-eyes (if you want to please share the lines of the oneshots you used to post on your previous blog or anything you are currently cooking but keeping it on the low ♡) no pressure at all!!

[snek-panini]

The last of my Binderary books, #10 and #11, are here! This is The Mathematical Improbability of Reaching the Stars by cassieoh and D20Owlbear and it is another very long fic that I had to split into two volumes. It's a wonderful Good Omens human!AU with believable relationship development and very likeable OCs. I like to go into summaries at this point in my binding posts but I have trouble pinpointing the reason I like this one so much. It's just compelling and I like spending time with these characters. It reads like an original story and yet it's undeniably a GO fic. I don't know how else to phrase it.

I had a major disappointment with the bind, though. As you can no doubt see in the photos above, there was major glue leakage when I did the htv and it ruined my book cloth. That's a homemade paper-backed cloth and it's this wonderful textured green fabric (I think it's polyester but it's shiny and lightweight) but it did not like that silver foil htv At All. Really sad that it turned out like that. The silver leaves were also an absolute nightmare to weed. So many teeny tiny pieces, and I had to do four of them. I stand by the design, it's very pretty and I still think it fits the book, but I have got to find another option for putting titles on homemade cloth. I've done five of them now and I have this issue every time.

More photos under the cut! It is still a very pretty set, even with the cover issues.

You can see the fabric texture really well on the backs, and there's no glue issue there either. Part of me wishes I'd left the front covers blank like the backs. I love how the spines turned out; that's black faux leather and it always takes htv like a champ. I like how I did the titles here too. I really wanted them on the spines but it's such a long title that I'd have had to scrunch it down really small to make it fit. Weeding tiny text is always a pain and it limits the fonts you can use and still be legible, but splitting it up like this? Love it. Looks so good on my shelf.

Silver foiled edges! I had trouble getting the foil to stick, like always, but I ended up sort of layering it over the unstuck parts and got this kind of patchy look that I love. Handmade double core endbands, and this is one of the most complex patterns I've done in endbands so far. I love them and think they came out really beautiful.

The endpapers are this beautiful chiyogami leaf pattern. I bought these for this fic before I'd even started typesetting it because I knew they'd be perfect. Chiyogami is my favorite thing to use for endpapers lately, I love it so much.

I went really simple on the typeset here. It's a contemporary story, as opposed to a lot of the historical and fantastical ones I tend to bind, and I thought the sleek typeset suited it. I'm not as in love with the title page as I could be but I do like it. It's about the text, not the flourishes, once you get into the meat of the story.

One fun typesetting thing I was able to do with this one happened in the headers and footers. Usually I do page numbers at the bottom, author's name on the top left and title on the top right, but the combination of two authors and a really long title meant the headers got really unwieldy. They were too long and bled into the body text. So I split them up like this, and I love it! Looks so sleek. I've been looking for an excuse to do it like this again on other typesets but it hasn't fit anything yet.

And that's that! I asked for author permission for these but never heard back, so I hope they're both ok with what I did. I'm overall pleased with the results (and in love with parts of it) and I know what I still need to work on.

This is the last of my Binderary books! 11 is too many! I'm never doing that many books in a month again! Now I've got everything posted I feel like I can move on to new projects, though it may be a bit before I have any new books to post. I've got a format experiment in mind.

[samsalami66]

Get To Know Your Mutuals!

I was tagged by my wonderful @seiya-starsniper, thank you so much dear!!

What's the origin of your blog title?

Both parts of this name have a rather funny history, so this shall be entertaining. Sam is the name I use in in rl by now, but it started out as the name of my first ever real OC. At some point the OC became kind of synonymous to me, so it became a nickname between my friends and me. When the day of Gender Crisis TM came, I just decided that Sam can work as a gender neutral name and wouldn't be too much of a hassle for everyone else. The second part, Salami, kind of stemmed from that same crisis. While I was switching names from my deadname (Selina, important for the story) to Sam, one of my friends got them mixed up real fucking bad and out came Salami. Of course that became my nickname for the rest of eternity. And so I wouldn't have to explain that weird ass nickname every single time I met someone new, I just added it to all my usernames X)

OTP(s) + shipname(s):

CURRENTLY I'm done bad with two gay knights from medieval Bohemia,,, Hansry (Kingdom Come: Deliverance) has my whole heart. Other than that, still Dreamling (Sandman), although I'm not writing for them at the moment!

Favourite Colour:

Red. Because salamis are red and I've been conditioned into associating salamis with myself. (I wish this was a joke)

Song stuck in your head:

A mix of the entirety of Hamilton.

Weirdest habit/trait:

I never stand still. But not because I fidget per se, more because I continously dance. My brain always has one tab open on salsa music. Sadly no-one but me can hear that, so it comes off a bit weird.

Hobbies:

Writing, quite obviously. Fanfic mostly. Reading fanfic. Video Games, to an excessive amount atm. Cooking. Baking. Sometimes a bit of calligraphy or drawing.

If you work, what's your profession?

I mean I'm at uni at the moment, studying for a teaching degree! And I'm in a practical phase where I actually work at a school, so I'd say I'm a teacher-in-training. I absolutely love it!

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

I mean I can't say I'd be necessarily good at it, but I'd love to work on writing the dialogues for a video game at some point!

Something you're good at:

Improvisation. I am seeing it with work atm, improvisation is really my strongest fort. You can hand me one page of notes and I'll manage to hold a lesson on the topic, probably. Zero social anxiety from the moment I need to bullshit a task.

Something you hate:

Politics. Current politics.

Something you collect:

I am not really the collecting type, mostly because I know I'd lose it in a matter of days. But let's just say something 'recipes' I guess, I do like finding new recipes for my mental cookbook.

Something you forget:

I have ADHD. So everything. Deadlines. Birthdays. The existence of my friends and family. The spot I put my phone down (I haven't left it in the fridge for at least a week now).

What's your love language:

Gifts (my friends hate me). Physical touch (biting included). Heartfelt compliments over text.

Favourite movie/show:

I mean show, definitely Sandman. Movie? Can't fully say honestly.

Favourite Food:

Changes continously, but Sarmale is always a favourite. Also garlic and herb butter. And romanian soups.

Favourite animal:

I don't have one. Sloths are funny. Turtles scare me.

What were you like as a child?

Good God, I was an absolute menace. Half a metre tall, hyperactive, anger issues, judgemental af. Too smart not to develop a bit of a God complex. Really Weird. I was that kid that would hiss at other people.

Favourite Subject at school:

English? Probably? I mean I study it now so that has to count for something. But also chemistry!

Least favourite subject:

French.

What's your best/worst character trait?

My roommates informed me that the answers to both of these questions are ADHD and God Complex and I can't really disagree with that.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

I bet ADHD meds would be fire.

Tagging: @yamru and @im-not-corrupted!

[scifigirlgamez]

Sailor Moon but Superhero TTRPG

Look... if you give me the opportunity to look into playing a superhero ttrpg and making a character for it just as I’m finishing watching the Sailor Moon Eternals movies (parts 1 & 2), you will be getting a magical girl OC. I’m going to go through my process of how I made my magical girl superhero for the Legends ttrpg. I also like the idea of her gaining her powers well into adulthood as a twist to the magical girl genre where it’s mostly teens fighting bad guys to save the world. Like, “Oh you had an established routine as an adult? Have fun trying to weasel yourself out of getting to work late because you were fighting bad guys in a mini skirt and can’t tell anyone.”

What’s the point of me saying all this? Idk I just wanna info dump about the process I went through to make this character yesterday and today.

So buckle up and let’s get into it :D Have fun reading

To start, I looked at the Sailor Guardians naming conventions and their themes. Each of them are based on planets or celestial bodies in our solar system, most of which are named after Roman or Greek gods/ goddesses. So I went forth and researched greek gods and the planets/ moons in the solar system and I found out that Ceres is a designated dwarf planet in our solar system and just so happens to be a counterpart goddess to Demeter; both of them are goddesses of agriculture, fertility, some elements of love, and Demeter in particular is also a goddess of sacred law. I REALLY liked Demeter’s mythology more so I went with a mashup of both and it spun into the idea that I sort of wanted to do a Harvest Moon/ farming themed Sailor Guardian :D

So now I have Sailor Ceres, Pretty Guardian of Harvest and Love. Her civilian name is Demetria or Dem for short.

I settled on this only to realize one of the Amazon Quartet in the show is already named Sailor Ceres >.> but since in-universe for the Superhero ttrpg it’s just our real world with a slightly shifted AU I can ignore the already established Sailor Ceres and play it off as my character cosplaying their own Sailor Moon OC and also a sprinkle of canonical “sleeping powers that have to be awakened” like the Sailor Guardians actually had.

So now I’ve got to figure out power sets and transformations. The Sailor Guardians all used either pens or later broaches to transform. The Inner Guardians also rarely changed their outfits until Sailor Moon does a huge power up (I’m pretty sure the Inner Guardians outfits didn’t change a huge amount until the end of Eternals). The Guardians have about one or two powers at a time, gradually swapping each out for a better move over the course of the series. Sometimes they used magical items in their attacks like Venus and her chain which she later added a sword to (the names of their attacks we will get into in a bit because if you look at the english translations only they’re absolutely ridiculous). Sailor Moon had the most attacks as she often cycled them out for new abilities. She also almost strictly used magical items for her attacks (excluding the supersonic crying she used in the very beginning of the series); she had her tiara, moon stick, chalice, etc. 

With this knowledge we can establish that we need a means of transforming but also a weapon or something to use as a conduit of our powers. Based on how ability points are used in this TTRPG setting for level zero I’ve got maybe 6 points to use across the tiers for powers and abilities; A-tier costs 4 points, B-tier 2 points, and C-tier is 1 point each. There’s a huge list of options between regular weapons, elemental abilities, basic attributes skills (ie: strength, charisma, etc). 

Let’s start with our magical powers since that’s the easiest. A-tier has a “magic spells” we can put points into. This opens up more options for what KIND of magical spells I want. I didn’t have access to these pages and needed to wait to talk to my cousin who would be the GM to go over them. So what I did instead was look over the names of all the Sailor Guardians attacks. If you just read some of these out they just sound like words slapped together. Let me give you some examples:

- Moon Gorgeous Meditation

- Rainbow Moon Heartache

- Jupiter Oak Evolution

-Venus Wink Chain Sword

So I thought, for my attacks I could keep them somewhat thematic but I could be a bit goofy about it? And since I’d have limited ability slots for a bit I could maybe go for a seasonal theme for the attacks. I came up with a few including but not limited to “Summer’s Shining Sunrise”, “Swathing Harvest”, and “Winter’s Breath”. Those sound cooler than the Sailor Guardians attack names but this is just the first draft, we can workshop goofy things in later. Plus, the actual spell attacks that were chosen at level zero were slightly different but we will work up to some thematic ones (I really liked Winters Breath). These names were just to help establish a baseline for thematic approach. 

For the first spell everyone by default gets a Magic Blast but I can choose the Unique Effect that it has so I just decided that it’ll just Push the enemies back like 3 meters. One of the spell names I came up with earlier, “Summer’s Shining Sunrise”, is close enough to Blinding Light which is... self explanatory. For the personal flavour text I’m going to have the blade itself shine blindingly bright like the Sun. The second spell I wanted something nature-y and on the list is a spell called “Vine Whip" that’s plant control (vines come up from the ground and whip the enemy and do earth damage). This one I named “Nature’s Wrath” >:) 

Now... the weapon of choice. After more research I found out that Demeter was also known as “The Lady of the Golden Blade” and also presides over life and death (like plant life or death as a goddess of harvest? Idk I’m just rolling with the wikis). There’s depictions of her golden blade being either a sword or frequently sickles. But there’s also been precedent for her to have a scythe. Which, yeah that’s cool as hell and I’ve always loved the idea of scythes as weapons (thanks Soul Eater). So we have our weapon now as a Golden Scythe :D 

The thing is... at this point I had to establish that the weapon was not strictly a Magical Weapon (it’s not going to be Mjolnir where it has all the magic powers itself) and was just a regular weapon where I would use it as a conduit for the Sailor Guardian’s magical powers. So how was I going to get my character to transform if I’ve already spent most of my points? Magic Spells is in the A-tier list which means it costs the bulk of my points at 4 out of 6 and a regular weapon is 1 point. I can’t have yet another magical item, that’s from the B-tier list that costs 2 points. 

For the answer to this we have to go to another show in the magical girl genre; Cardcaptors (or Card Captor Sakura). If you aren’t familiar with the show basically this little girl uses a magic staff to activate/ release the creatures from magical tarot cards in order to collect the remaining cards that had escaped (Gotta Catch ‘Em All). Those cards and the staff are what holds the powers that she is able to use against enemies as the creatures manifest outside the card when called upon. The thing I’m pulling from this show is that the girl in this show doesn’t transform but her staff grows from the size of a necklace charm to an actual weapon with an incantation. So while the Golden Scythe isn’t a “Magic Item” in and of itself with it’s own magical properties/ powers, my GM has agreed that this is what we can do to allow my character to transform and it will compress into a charm until activated. We also agreed it would have notable durability via Plot Armor for reasons lol we can’t have the end of the scythe chip off when it hits the ground or something now can we? 

To recap, we now have themes for the names of my character and her superhero persona and powers, the way the powers function with the opportunity for flavour text, and also a weapon!

But there’s something missing... I still have 1 ability point left to spend :O And there’s ONE power that is a common theme in Sailor Moon that I haven’t mentioned... 

THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP. 

THAT’S RIGHT.

When the going gets tough the inspirational and motivation speeches gets TOUGHER. 

As it turns out, there’s a spell for that! It’s apparently listed under “Empowerment”. But that’s a magic spell to delve into later and instead my Ability point will be spent on the C-tier ability “Emotion Manipulation”. Now that may sound... well like I’m going to manipulate people’s emotions. But I’m gonna use it for (mostly) motivation and inspiration for Extra BOOSTED Power of Friendship for my allies XD BELIEVE IN YOURSELF SO HARD YOU HIT THE ENEMY HARDER. I mean I could also use that ability for other things but I think it would be amazing if I had that as the basis for learning the Empowerment spell later on. To end this post I present to you a visual WIP of my Guardian:

[fleouriarts]

posting ocs on this account for the first time in forever... and making NEW ocs for the first time in forever too. please welcome my new funny animals

heights on the pic are measured from top of the skull (so not including hair or ears)

more info about everyone below the cut

JAMIE NAM: banded linsang. 19. he/him tboy. animation student. he is a nervous wreck and kind of a cringe failboy but by god he's trying his best

SANTIAGO FLORES: sheep. 20. he/him cis dude. fine arts student. absolute sweetheart with a huge family who's been dating jamie for only a few months before the inciting incident of the story (detailed below)

JOHNNY DEAN CLANTON: red appaloosa horse. 21. she/her cis butch. worked on her family's chicken/various other birds farm for a year after high school, then decided to just be a "free spirit" living out of her van and doing odd manual labor jobs for people. she's also an absolute player (with a thing for small carnivores in particular)

NULL: blue point siamese cat. 20. they/them agender. chemistry student and pawblix (furry version of publix) cashier. they are actually friends with people, but they're also great at lying and generally pretending to get along with people they hate. needs a smoke break

ARGYLE LANCASTER: lion. 21. he/him cis dude. engineering student who burnt out and decided to go into fashion design instead. chill and agreeable to a fault, he will go with whoever else's flow even if it ends up hurting him (or someone else)

the general gist of this story is that everyone here except for santiago knew each other in high school. jamie is childhood friends with johnny, johnny is friends with null, and null is friends with argyle. jamie gets introduced to null through johnny, then gets introduced to argyle through null. jamie is immediately smitten and has a crush on argyle for months

at the end of jamie's junior year/argyle's senior year, jamie finally asks argyle out. argyle says yes, but he's really not that into jamie, he just wants to see what will happen (... and also feels bad for him). over the course of the summer it becomes clear to argyle that this relationship cannot last but he keeps putting off on breaking up with jamie. finally, the day before argyle moves across the country to go to college, he admits to jamie that he was kinda dating him out of pity and breaks up with him. jamie, understandably, loses his fucking mind, blocks argyle on everything after he leaves, and proceeds to have the worst senior year of all time

flash forward a few years. jamie is now a sophomore in college in an animation program. he's got a new beautiful sheep boyfriend named santiago. null, who was only really an acquaintance before, goes to the same college as them and they become better friends. johnny isn't always in town but they still hang out on the regular. jamie is still mad at argyle, because why wouldn't he be, but there's enough good in his life that he doesn't have to focus on his one bad high school relationship

... until argyle, dropping out of his ruthless engineering program, decides to transfer back home. to jamie and co's college. now BOTH of them have to deal with feelings that have built over the past three years as seeing each other becomes almost unavoidable. jamie has to grapple with the fact that he can't be mad at argyle forever, and argyle is forced to actually deal with the fact that he hurt someone like that instead of just hoping they've gotten over it

... ok wow i did not expect to type that much. i scripted a comic of jamie seeing argyle for the first time in three years in a frenzy a few weeks ago, and i've been telling myself that i HAVE to do a longer comic (and by longer i mean like. more than 3 pages) with my ocs this year, so hopefully i'll start working on that soon. i'm also gonna make a separate Lore Post about my furryverse because there's some silly stuff i've come up with for it. anyway ENJOY

[butterscotchcookie2000]

So I’m here starting to experiment with rendering style… yes I know it looks messy, but that’s the whole point!

What I like about art that it doesn’t need to be full on perfect, I like this little messiness that it adds to it. I just totally leave the line-art out of my list and use the sketch, by cleaning it off, as my line-art! It’s less time consuming and really gives this certain texture to it.

I also wanted to try out that style where they put those dots into highlighted parts. It kinda looks good! But I still need to learn how to use them properly TwT…

And yes, Asriel again… I had no idea who to draw, and drawing only my own OC doesn’t really do much on this page- those posts are mostly dead TwT… So Asriel is both my favorite character to draw and I get a lot more recognition for him! Win win! :3

[anavi-vrg]

My thoughts on my Day 5's drawings

Day 5 & 6 original post: 🌸

Man, Day 5 and 6 hit me in the feels a little bit too hard, that quote killed me

And meanwhile the Day 5 speedpaint is exporting, i'm going to write some of my thoughts on the individual illustrations that i did for this day.

First of all i wanted to draw every UU character that appeared in this arc at least once.

Have you seen Chikara's school?! it's so fucking big! There's no way Feng was the only P.E. teacher there, i have been in very small schools and they had at least 2. So i wanted to draw some of my ocs, that even though they aren't really average in terms of physical power, just seeing the absolute insanity that is Feng. I tried to make the illusion of a movement so fast, that Chikara's camera couldn't catch it without some blurring, like in Dr. Stone when Kohaku's movement always comes out blurry bcs she's that fast. (from left to right, the short version of the ocs' names are: Mari, Petra, Addler Xia and Lud)

2. i just wanted an excuse to draw Fuuko and Gina with my two most wholesome, nature-loving ocs (An and Marcel), Gina was meant to appear in this one and a ninth drawing, but Gina's presence just wasn't there, i looked at my sketch and thought "this is not Gina, she's not here"

3. UU science couple with my ocs' science team (left to right: Are {i hate his name, i need to change it}, Paula, Saulo and Todd), i feel that i didn't do justice to Nico and Ichico looking very ghostly with that skin color, i had to wing it based on the colored pages, also i felt that i was disrespecting both of them with that robot, but i still finished it, i'm in too deep to back down.

4. it's impossible that Sean didn't goof around some clubs, he's an actor, he had visited the music and drama club at least once, so i just put my most music related ocs in the place of the teachers in charge of them, Christi would have really loved to goof around.

5. I didn't know what to do with Billy, but i imagined that at least some teachers and students would have a crush for him, so i just put Mari for that role, Tella definetly used Untell on her so she can't get near Billy.

6. Grandpa Isshin! i originally wanted to draw both Isshins in the context of a school daycare, Grandpa Isshin and some teachers that have kids, picking their respective kids. But i wanted the spotlight on these two, so i scraped the idea. There was a point were i was overthinking Grandpa Isshin's eyebrows and how it reminded me of my late Grandpa's eyebrows, almost cried at that one.

7. Same as Feng but with Mui, also made Xia come back after she fainted with Feng, i felt incredibly cursed by Shen's presence in my canvas, after seeing the things i saw in my TL on twitter, i couldn't see Shen without thinking about it, so in the speedpaint there's a section where i put my refences and the characters specific colors from the anime, except for Shen, i stopped the recording bcs i felt cursed to have the anime reference in my canvas)

8. Drama club! also Chikara is here, maybe acting will help him with his Unmove, this one has the cursed unshaded eyes in the speedpaint, everytime i looked at their eyes i remembered @tadpolebobatea, once the speedpaint is ready i will curse all of you with the unshaded eyes.

[practically-an-x-man]

Kinda late TST: What's an idea that you had to scrap, that you still feel desperately attached to? Did you end up writing it anyway, just for fun, even if it's not canon?

Oooh good question! Thank you!!

Honestly... I don't know that I have any of these, or at least if I have some I can't really think of them.

If I'm sufficiently compelled by an idea, I'll almost always end up writing it anyway and writing it as an AU/sidepiece, like I did with Torment (IndiHux), Tear Us Apart (ArchAegis), and a few other scattered pieces. If the motivation strikes me, I'm not going to deny myself that burst of creativity.

And on the rare occasion that I do completely scrap an idea, it's usually for one of two reasons: either it wasn't that compelling to begin with and I'm okay with letting it go, or that the media it stemmed from gave me the ick in some way and I decided to let it go.

With the first instance, I don't feel "desperately attached" to the idea in the first place, so it's easy enough to let it go. The second instance is a little harder, especially if I've already started brainstorming or even writing the idea when I get the ick for that media (or people involved with that media), but once I scrap it I might try to find a way to recycle the concepts into a different story. For example, I wrote two chapters of a Wednesday fic back when the show was still brand new, then scrapped it when all of the various issues and controversies came out because it just made me too uncomfortable to keep writing about - I never posted those chapters, and now I'm working on recycling that OC and elements of the story into a future AHS fic at some point.

And this is only tangentially related to your question, but... I'm struggling in this limbo of not-quite-scrapping my OC Prometheus and my Sandman fics right now. I've only got one more piece planned for their main storyline and I even have most of that piece written, but the whole NG situation just sickens me so much that I haven't been able to write a single word for them since the articles came out.

That... honestly really sucks, since I really love Prometheus as an OC and the story I'm telling through them, and I wanted to at least finish their main story for the sake of finishing it - not to mention, the author's been kicked both from the show AND from Dark Horse Comics and it's not like my writing self-indulgent OC-based fanworks that barely anyone reads is doing a damn thing for him anyway - but I just can't seem to put anything on the page. I just wish I could get myself to a conclusion about it, to either push through the last 30% of the fic I need to write and be done with it or just to leave Prometheus behind for good, because being in limbo about it just sucks.

[empressofmankind]

ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS

MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME

[Crocodile x F!OC]

Explicit - 5.5k words / 13 pages

(A/N) One large dick refusing to be contained, two bananawani for a picture perfectly framed. Three excellent sets of nightwear, and four shots that caught genuine care. 

Actually, a teenager's absolute worst nightmare.

Nico Robin is a teen in the cruel throes of puberty, peer pressure and that never-ending sense of social shame. For I realised a few days ago that she has a massive gap in her canon from about age 12-ish onward until Crocodile runs into her at 24. So, as her teens match up beautifully with the nuclear disaster that is Crocodile and Shiv's marriage, I decided that what this insane ship really needed was a teenager and zero tools to deal with it. Also, the notion of him having been stuck fake single-parenting Robin after everything went royaly south with Shivs just tickles me, personally.

This story is set around the same time period as ‘Hooked On You’ and ‘The House Always Win’, in Alabaste at Rainbase, mostly in and around Rain Dinners. Because apparently, I am not over these two.

It may be a tad less polished than my usual stuff, because I wrote it at the break of my Christmas morning to deliver it to you all on your Christmas day. Enjoy!

Tag(s): Teenage rage quit. Reprehensible parenting. Several amazing sexy lingerie modelling moments, courtesy of yours truly being horny on main on Christmas morning. We've also got dry humping, hand jobs, some good fingering and dicks breaking containment simply by being that darn large. Graphic sex. Excellent banther. Solid comedy, if I may say so myself. Absolutely filthy language. Shivs too. Girl made him lose his shit. Size difference is still relevant, stretching and edging too. I'd say orgasm denial, though neither was down for that one. At least they got to wreck eachother real good in the end. I'll be over there, helping Robin putting herself back into the system. I'd wanna disappear off the face of the earth, too.

🐊 🐊 🐊 

“You can't do this to me!” Robin all but stamped her feet.

Crocodile glanced away from Shivs to the fuming teenager, smoke escaping him as he caught her angry gaze. “I didn't realise we needed your permission.”

“This is humiliating!” she continued, beside herself with frustration. “I won't be able to show my face in public ever again!”

“You already can't, sweetie,” Shivs said in a tone not even on the same continent as comforting. “What with the World Government looking for you.”

“That’s not the point! You are murdering my social life!” Robin fumed as she glared at her adoptive parents. She'd sooner be an orphan again, she thought angrily. “Like, why are you even doing this? It's not like you need the money!”

Shivs tilted her head, taking the cigarillo from her mouth even. “It's fun?”

Robin switched her angry stare from her to Crocodile, but he was no help. Had the gall to chew that cigar as if he were actually thinking about it. 

“What she said,” he said through a cloud of smoke.

“Hrgh!” Robin balled her fists at them. “I hate you both!”

When neither particularly responded to her outburst aside from blowing out more smoke and perhaps raising an eyebrow, she turned and stormed out, slamming his office door. 

The Sphinxxx nightwear designer smoothed his tailored jacket with a nervous glance. “Will this be a problem, sir?”

“No.”

🐊 🐊 🐊 

When the photographer's assistant dimmed the ambient light of Crocodile's office to a softly flickering orange, Shivs felt the shift in mood. Of the office space, yes. But also her own, and Crocodile’s. The fact that there were nearly a dozen strangers fussing about them didn’t kill it as much as you'd think.

They'd just changed into the lingerie they were meant to model and were undergoing the fussy attention of the two resident make up artists. It was a nice set, though privately Shivs thought, not quite their style.

Shivs wore a just below hip length tube dress of sheer dark fabric that reminded her of stockings. It had a strip of opaque black silk that went around her pubes and breast only. The effect was interesting, she supposed. Crocodile wore matching boxer briefs made of the same sheer material, with thin opaque strips circling around his hips. However, the patch of cloth meant to obscure his business did not quite do its job as intended. And the fact that it had a subtle black zipper down the middle that appeared to go all the way around seemed like a hazard to her. But, Stefano - the Sphinxx designer who had envisioned these - was not one to argue fashion with, they’d already discovered. 

Fortunately, she’d managed to keep Crocodile from blowing the whole thing off at the first confrontation. He sat smoking at his desk now, blowing out smoke and creating personal thunderclouds around his head as one of the make up artists fussed with him. Could be have been far worse. She’d count this a win.

Cussing, Shivs fumbled with the small clap of her necklace behind her neck.

“Turn around, doll,” Crocodile said.

She glanced up to find him beside her, and wondered if he’d used his abilities because the poor make up artist was staring in their direction like a particularly dimwitted calf. Or perhaps he’d simply been rude.

“Thanks,” she said as she turned, bending her neck as she felt his touch against it. It should be illegal that he could unclip those with one hand while she barely managed half the time with two.

“No, no! Absolutely not!” Stefano exclaimed as he came towards them, all hand gestures.

Shivs could tell from the way Crocodile’s touch abruptly stilled that the fashion designer better follow up with a good reason fast.

“Keep the jewellery, it is classy, distinguished,” Stefano said. “This is art.”

Shivs relaxed when she felt the weight of his hand shift against her neck, idly palming the tension from the muslces there. Good save, she thought.

“Ready when you are, Stef,” the photographer said as she tossed her cigarette bud into the nearest ash tray.

Stefano clapped his hands. “Let’s do this.”

An assistant hurried towards them with the ashtray for Crocodile to discard his smoke, but Stefano waved them away. “It adds character, atmosphere.”

And just as well, for it was only half way gone, and it was never a good time to make him stop.

Stefano motioned them towards the desk, though with far more grace this time. “Poses, if you please.”

“C’mon big guy,” Shivs said as she took the curve of his hook and tugged him up from his seat. He rose with due reluctance through a cloud of smoke.

🐊 🐊 🐊 

“They are magnificent!”

Stefano’s breathless exclamation at seeing the dozing bananawani on the rear deck of the casino was especially satisfying. The rest of his crew hung back, exchanging uncertain glances.

“They won’t do anything,” Crocodile rumbled around his cigar. He caught the designer’s gaze. “Unless I tell them to.”

“Haha, noted,” Stefano said with a small laugh soaked in anxiety.

Shivs slid her hand into Crocodile’s as they watched him harry his terrified crew into setting up. “You’re so mean.”

He glanced down at her, then at the busybodies. “Think they'll miss us for six minutes?” he rumbled as he blew out smoke.

“Only six?” she muttered into the skin of his bicep, pressing a kiss against it.

“Hrm.” 

There was a note of amusment under the grumpy noise though, and she was glad his mood had shifted for the better again.

“Oh, that is small,” Shivs chortled when they were shown what they’d be wearing this time. Both were unnecessarily complicated looking contraptions of thin black cord holding in place the most minimal bits of cloth necessary to pretend at decency. She cast a cheeky look up at Crocodile. "Can that even contain you?"

Turned out, it couldn’t.

The elastic had been too weak to keep his junk from doing exactly as it pleased, and she was fairly certain she’d cherish the visual of all of it ignoring the thong’s confines for a good long while. In the end, the poor tailor had to thread iron wire through the main cords. Once that was done, they tried again.

“Over here,” Stefano said as he directed them towards the corner of the deck with an unobstructed view of the oasis around Rain Dinners. From this angle, the rest of Rainbase city wasn’t visible and you could fancy yourself in the middle of the Alabaste desert.

“Would it be possible for one of them to be, well, closer?” he asked, his tone carefully polite.

Crocodile audibly patted his naked thigh and made the clack-clack sound from around his cigar that was usually the only warning some unfortunate soul got. Instantly, one of the massive creatures uncoiled from its nap and lumbered towards them, the deck shaking under its heavy steps.

Shivs rubbed the bananawani’s giant snout. “Hello handsome, you’re gonna be a supermodel too?” she cooed at it as the enormous beast settled down around them.

“P-perfect!” Stefano said, seeming equal measures excited and terrified. “Jace, framing?”

The photographer took aim, motioning them this way and that way before she raised a thumbs up. “Good shot. Got both the desert and the animal framing them.”

Shivs leaned against Crocodile’s thigh, a hand on his broad chest as she looked up at him. He reached around her, resting the curve of his hook against the small of her back.

“Turn a little to the camera, darling, just a little,” Jace said. “Yes, perfect. Hold that position.”

Ever so subtly, Shivs pressed up against his hip, a wave of languid pleasure rolling up her spine as if a quiet beach. The small huff that escaped her drew his attention immediately, his hooded gaze snapping unto hers.

“Let’s have a different one. Glass!" Stefano said as he gestured at one of his assistants, who immediately came over to them with a crystal tumbler. "Something sweet, I think. Hold it up as if you're sharing it."

"What was that, doll?" Crocodile rumbled under his breath as he held the tumbler between them, leaning in as if about to drink from it. His gaze snared hers. Every stealthy push of her pussy against his muscular thigh lit a spark of pleasure that threatened to catch fire in her core. The curve of his hook pressed against her lower back as her quiet pants clouded the glass. "You going to cum on my thigh with all of them watching?"

“Oh, perfect!” Stefano exclaimed, oblivious. “Please hold those expressions!”

“Don’t think he’ll be happy if I climb on your cock instead,” she whispered above the glass. "Though I am dying to."

She heard it as much as she felt it - the twack of snapping fabric and the sudden shift of his balls spilling against her thigh as his cock broke containment, erect for all to see.

“Oh-hoh!” Shivs chortled, leaning back as Crocodile cussed, sloshing the drink. He removed his arm from around her but his hook snagged on one of the uncountable bands of the delicate contraption she wore. It snapped and the whole thing came undone around her with a sigh of fabric that would have been satisfying if it had been intentional.

“Oh, dear!” Stefano, his voice pitching up two octaves as the tailor and his assistants rushed in to fix things. The photographer put away her camera and went for a smoke break.

Shivs struggled not to laugh at the tailor’s awkwardly cautious manner while Crocodile glared down at him. “That is never going to fit back in there.”

Stefano gave her a look more panicked than when Crocodile had threatened shutting all of this down. “What are we going to do?!”

Shivs shifted as the tailor’s assistant helped her into a bathrobe. “Well, Stefano,” she said with a waggle of her eyebrows. “I know what to do about that.”

He stared at her for a long moment.

Then clapped his hands.

“You heard the lady, everyone out! Out!”

“Soooo,” Shivs said when everyone was gone, running her hand up his hard shaft. “What are we going to do about this?”

Crocodile reached for the back of her head and drew her to him for a kiss. She responded greedily and he drank her eagerness in as the gluttonous creature within him stirred from sleep.

“If you put your pretty pussy around it, you're not coming off any time soon,” he rumbled against her lips when they parted.

"Tempting as that sounds, I suppose we can't."

He was rock hard as she fitted her palms around him, just below the head, and pulled down with short, firm tugs that drew rapidly louder grunts from him. Holding on to his hip, she straddled his thigh again and rode against him with a languid roll of her hips that send sparks of pleasure up her spine as she jerked him off.

When he reached down to rub her clit, she almost immediately lost it, so wound up the whole affair had left her.

"Cum. For me. Doll," he grunted near her ear, his breath hot bursts against the side of her neck.

She whined pitifully as a short, intense orgasm cut through her so sharp and clear that it brought tears to her eyes. Trembling against him as she clenched around his thigh, savouring the sweet after pleasure. When she recovered, his large cock throbbed in her grip, precum leaking down his shaft and running between her fingers.

“I need those pretty thighs of yours, sweetheart.”

“I need you inside me,” she complained as he dislodged her from his thigh. She reached for his neck, tried to drag him on top of her as she spread her legs. The reverberating groan that drew from him did things to her.

“No -ngh- honey.” He struggled to turn her around as she squirmed underneath him. He was this close to shoving his cock into her soaking pussy and fuck them both into a stupor.

Instead, he pulled her up unto her knees and then feet. He leaned unto his hand, dragging her up against him. The angle was awkward, but no matter. He hooked her thighs together, his cock straining between their soft, hot skin. He groaned as he pressed along her slick pussy.

She complained, fingers curling into fists on the wooden boards as she bucked back into his thrusts, his breath hot along her back.

“You wanted the damn photoshoot,” he grunted, picking up his pace. 

“I want y-you,” she whined, and he had to force his hook around her waist to keep her from tilting her hips trying to get his cock inside her.

If that happened, he wouldn't be able to stop.

He threw his weight around and leaned on his hook instead, so he could reach his hadn between her thighs.

“I know, doll,” he grunted as he rubbed two fingers roughly against her clit, drinking in the way her whines pitched into moans.

“I will - hrng- fuck you. So good. Later.”

“Oh-ah!” She cried out as a second orgasm rushed through her like an oncoming wave and he pounded himself through it with quick, hard thrusts between her trembling thighs. They squeezed around his shaft as he came with a low, drawn out groan that made the bananawani look up. She felt its timbre against her back as he dumped his load on the boards beneath them with a noise that made her bite her lip as she caught his gaze across her shoulder.

By the time the Sphinxxx crew dared approach, they’d settled beside the snoozing bananawani enjoying that glass of brandy and a smoke. It had hardly been enough, but his dick had gone soft and it took the edge off. That’d have to be enough.

“Shit,” Shivs said when she noticed the incriminatingly bar-shaped bruises streaking her left hip.

“Not to worry,” Stefano said quickly. “We can retouch that away.”

“I like it,” Crocodile rumbled against her ear as his fingertips traced her hip.

Shivs stretched against him, nestling into his hold as she sipped the brandy.

“Bet you do,” she said against the glass.

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“Ohhh, it has a little tail! I love that!” Shivs exclaimed when Crocodile had turned around to go where Stefano pointed them.

The last set of nightwear the Sphinxxx designer had brought for them to model was distinctly seasonal. And though not usually one for these kinds of things, Shivs had to admit she didn’t hate it. Predictably, she was wearing a Mrs Santa ensemble that comprised a very short red velvet skirt edged in genuine white fur that felt sinful soft against her skin. It came paired with an impressively v-necked hooded crop top in the same style. She’d opted for stockings and red heels to go with it, because it felt half-finished without them. Stefano had been thrilled.

However, instead of matching Crocodile with a Santa-inspired outfit, they’d actually gone for a reindeer. A very big, very hunky reindeer. 

The outfit comprised a short sleeved top that barely reached to his midrif and struggled to contain his pects, and boxer briefs with cut outs at the thighs that only just managed to contain him. The whole affair was a seasonal chocolate brown, except for the smudge of white on the chest, thighs and butt. It had taken some convincing to get him to wear it. Nevermind, the antlered headband. But that, and the boxer brief’s little reindeer tail delivered the whole thing to grace.

No, she definitely didn’t hate it.

They had returned inside, to Rain Dinners' primary casino floor, which had already been decorated the previous weekend for the upcoming season. Stefano had been conflicted about where they’d do the shoot - by the oiled wood and polished brass of the Grand Café bar, or at the colonnade with the nightlights of Rainbase through the window wall? Shivs had casually suggested they could do the shoot at her table, and he’d loved that.

“No, no, lay down flat. Pretend it's grass and this is summer - yes,” Stefano said as Shivs laid down on her stomach on the poker table, leaning on her elbows with her hands under her chin and idly kicking up her feet.

“Good, perfect!” His tone was as cheerful as the decor as he handed her the poker cards. “Hold ‘em like you mean it, darling.”

“Devil’s in the details.” Shivs winked as she tossed the third card back to him, then put down the right amount of community cards as well. “That’s a little too much.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” Crocodile rumbled not even pretending to lower his voice as he leaned over her as instructed.

That drew awkward looks from everyone, and a chortle from her that settled pleasantly in the pit of his stomach as he leaned unto his hand and pretended to be interested in the cards instead of the feel of her damp cunt against his cock. The moist spot discolouring her panties under the short skirt hadn’t lied.

“No, not quite,” Stefano rubbed his chin, then snapped his fingers. “Indicate one of the cards.”

“Well, that’s a solid tell,” Shivs said with a snort.

“Art, art! This is art, not an actual game,” Stefano protested. “Go on, please.”

Crocodile shifted his weight unto his hand, indicating one of the two cards Shivs held with the tip of his hook.

“A little nearer - perfect!”

He leaned in closer as the camera clicked, pressing his cock against her firm butt. “You look like a seasonal treat good enough to eat, doll,” he grunted under his breath.

Shivs arched her back with a little noise, spreading her thighs more to accommodate him. She glanced away from the cards to catch his gaze from the corner of her eye. “Don’t tempt me to take you up on that, Blitzen.”

The rumble at the back of his throat as she felt his cock stiffen against her made her smile at the cards.

When they rounded up the last shot, Stefano came towards them positively aglow. “This was wonderful,” he said in a near reverent tone. “Stunning. Perfect.”

Crocodile lit a cigar, letting the praise shower him. Shivs suspected it smoothed his rankled humours from earlier today.

“Let me gift you any one of these,” the Sphinxxx designer added. “It would be my honour.”

“These ones,” Shivs said immediately. It was the little tail, truly.

Crocodile glanced down at her through a cloud of smoke. Amusement tugged his lips around his cigar.

“What she said.”

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“That what you want, doll?” Crocodile said as he ran his hand up her side and under the top’s red velvet to palm her breast.

“Yes. It will turn out to be the best picture,” Shivs said as she laid down on her stomach and leaned on her elbows, hands under her chin. They were in their bedroom, facing the floor length mirrors opposite the curving window wall, wearing the seasonal set that she’d claimed for them. A cheeky glance at him from across her shoulder. “And I want to see it already.”

“You do look good, doll.” He pushed the short skirt up, fingers running through the soft fur edge and against her warm skin. He palmed her firm butt, pulling the cheeks apart. Her crimson panties were soaked, just as they’d been during the photo shoot. 

“My own seasonal treat,” he said as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder, sliding fingers under her panties and between her wet folds. Her little huff when he pushed two into her slick cunt made his cock throb for its tight embrace. “I wanted to rail you every time your pretty pussy pressed against me.”

“Wish you had,” Shivs said as she arched into his touch, pressed her hips into his palm as his fingers drew sparks of pleasure from her core with their every move. She spread her legs further, wanting him against her the way he’d been during the photo shoot. “Wani, please. Need to feel you against me, on top of me. Like that. Again.”

She whined when he withdrew his fingers, and moaned when she felt his hips and weight settle against her instead. Their gazes crossed in the mirror.

“That what you’d do, doll?” he asked as he leaned over her, all but cheek to cheek as he dry humped against her butt, making her feel his erection. “Come to the stable at night and let all the good reindeer stuff your tight, needy hole like a little slut?”

“I only know a bad one,” she replied with half a moan. “But his cock is the best one.”

“Is that so?” he grunted as he pulled the boxer brief’s crotch out of the way and pushed his hard shaft along her clothed cunt and groaned at how wet the thin fabric of her panties felt.

“He always fucks me good and proper,” she said between huffs of need, pressing back against him to feel more. “I love how his thick dick spreads me open, fills me so fucking good.”

“Like this?” He pulled the soaked fabric aside and shoved his hard cock into her in one smooth thrust, the slick noise of her soaking cunt drawing him in incriminatingly loud in the quiet bedroom.

Her moan broke and set fire to the desire that had been smoldering in his loins.

“Oh, yess!” she whined when she felt him bottom out, stretching her so deliciously around him. The tip boldly pushed against her back walls, wanting to go further still. She cramped around him when he stayed put, pushed back against his hips. “F-fuck me.”

He watched her squirm and claw at their bedsheets. Felt her squeeze so tightly around his shaft it made him clench his teeth. He leaned close against her, his breath hot against the back of her neck. “What’s that, doll?”

“F-fuck - ngh- me, damnit,” she cursed as she pushed back against him, desperate for friction, any friction. “Make me f-feel your thick cock. You filthy beast.”

“Beast?” he rumbled with a firm thrust that wrested a groan from him as he blunted against the back wall of her tight hole.

“A-ah! Yes!” she whined half muffled into a fistfull of sheets. “More. Damnit.”

“More?” he grunted into her ear as he locked his hand around her shoulder and his hook behind the far edge of their bed. He wanted, no, needed, to hear her scream for him.

“Ye-ah! Yes!” She’d all but buried her face in their bedsheets, fingers clenching around the pale silk.

“Didn’t my little honey want to see?” he said as he struggled to control himself, hold back from recklessly thrusting into her wet, cramping pussy a moment longer. He pushed her chin up with his index finger as he started pounding his cock into her with thrusts that shook her whole frame. Thrusts whose wet slaps filled their bedroom as the slick noises of her soaking pussy eagerly taking him made him hungry for more. Much more.

“Look up, doll.”

The horny greed in her gaze when they met in the mirror made him groan as his cock throbbed. She was perfect, and his. She fed the ravenous beast within him the way no one else did. No one else could. Not any more. Not ever.

“Scream -ngh - for me, honey,” he grunted as he strained into his pushes, groaning as he forcefully pulled himself up by his hook with long, deep thrusts that damn near made him see stars. She screamed for him then as she watched him wreck her, shattering her cries with his thrusts. And when she started cramping around him, his low cries joined hers as he spilled his load deep in her tight cunt.

Feeling his arm give way under him, he turned to fall on his side into the rumped sheets beside her, drawing her with him as he rode out his orgasm with languid thrusts. She turned her head up and they kissed as he reached under her top again. She made a delightfully hazy noise against his lips when he stroke her hard nipple.

The timid knock at the doorpost drew an irritated grunt from him that made her want to fuck him again.

It was Anthony, his gaze fixed firmly on the ceiling. He was holding something, a magazine by the look of it.

“What.” Crocodile grunted.

“The draft print came in, sir,” Anthony said as he held out the magazine, gaze never straying. “They will hit the shelves tomorrow, I was told. Unless, of course, you object.”

“Oh!” Shivs was up and rising so fast that he groaned when his cock slid from her tight pussy. He rolled unto his back and watched his cum leak down her thighs as she grabbed his dress shirt and shrugged it on while trotting to his secretary. He reached for the night stand without bothering to get up, flipping a cigar from the box laying atop of it.

“Thank you, Tony,” Shivs said as she accepted the magazine from him.

“No problem, ma’am,” Anthony said without meeting her gaze, keeping it diligently up. “If there is nothing else?”

“Absolutely nill,” Crocodile said as he sat up and lit the cigar, and his secretary quickly made himself scarce.

“Look what they put on the cover,” Shivs said, clearly delighted, as she came towards him, proudly showing that seasonal shot she’d loved so well she’d made him wreck her like that not five minutes ago.

“Seems you got your wish,” he huffed through a puff of smoke as he reached out to her with hook and hand. 

She chortled as she took hold of his hook and let him draw her into his lap. “This sensationalist line they added about seasonal fun at the casino makes it sound like we got a whole something here for select guests, haha.”

“No, no other reindeer,” he grumbled, making her laugh.

“Don’t you worry,” she said as she sat up to press a kiss against his lips, hand stroking across his lower stomach. “None could hope to compare.”

The molified noise he made in response made her smile as she curled up against him with the magazine. “It looks so pretty,” she said as she ran her fingers across the full colour pages.

“That’s because you’re in it,” he said as he looked at them from above her shoulder. The article was a little ways into the middle of the fashion magazine. Eleven pages of quality photographs and there wasn’t a single one they didn’t like. It was only when she paged back to the front that they noticed the envelope taped into the inner cover.

There was a note in it emblazoned with the Sphinxx calligraphy, and a stack of photographs.

‘It was a delight and honour to work with the both of you. These did not make the cut, but I dare say I’d be in trouble if I did away with them, wouldn’t I?

Con affetto, Masotti Stefano.'

The delight with which she went through the additional pictures made the creature coil inside him with a purr.

“Oh, but these came out nice too?” Shivs said as she held one up. 

It looked like a candid shot as they walked to their intended spot during the shoot in his office. He’d just taken a draw from his cigar, a fond glance shrouded in smoke as she tugged him along by his hook, glancing over her shoulder with a smile as radiant as the desert sun.

Crocodile plucked it from her fingers. “This one will sit in my office.”

“I want a bigger print of this one,” she said as she shielded another one from view. He tugged at her shoulder with his hook to see. It was one from the second location, outside, with the bananawani. On it, he sat in one of the cast iron deck chairs, the large animal and the sprawling Rainbase oasis behind him. She stood against his inner thigh, leaning into him as she held up a lighter so he could light his cigar. It was a good shot, except for the part where all of his everything was breaching containment from the frightfully complicated thong. 

“I am going to hang it at my table,” she declared as she held it against her chest.

“Absolutely not!” he objected, smoke escaping him as he tried to snatch it from her.

She dodged and laughed, rolling off his lap amid a flock of scattering photographs. Then jumped up, the incriminating picture held high in hand. “Maybe that'll keep 'em piped down!”

He tangled himself out of the blasted sheets, biting down on his cigar as he gave chase. 

“Get back here!”

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Robin basked in the bright, sunny morning as she sauntered down Rainbase’s boulevard with her bestie, Miguella. They’d gotten the largest, fanciest lattes they could find and she had put them on Crocodile’s tab. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t taste better for it.

“We could go to All Stars or Seven Palms tonight?” Miguella said as she stirred her straw through the whipcream of her latte.

“All Stars.” Robin let the latte’s creamy texture take over her thoughts for a moment. “They’ll know to find us in Seven Palms, we go there too often.”

“They’re mad at you?”

“I am mad at them.”

Robin scowled. It was always excessively embarrassing when they did something like this, even when it was just lame old suit brands. She didn’t need to hear from everyone and their dog how good they looked, how amazing they were, and how lucky she was. She hated it here. She’d run away if she actually had anywhere else she could go without being turned in on sight. 

It was strange, though, for they hadn’t even tried to curfew her the past weekend. Perhaps they felt bad and hadn’t gone through with it? That’d be a first.

As they sauntered down the boulevard, not all its souvenir and food stands had opened yet. And the lady at the corner kiosk was just dragging the ‘newly arrived’ stand outside.

And that’s where she saw it.

Rendered in glossy full-colour, proud as could be on the front of Fashion First. Them. How dare? Her on her stomach on one of the casino’s poker tables, wearing the skimpiest sexy-Santa skirt and top you could still put on a front cover without being delegated to the randy back corner of a 24/7 shop. And him, dressed up as a goddamn reindeer, leaning over her back in what couldn’t possibly be an accidental posing. They pretended to be engrossed by the cards she was holding, but Robin knew better. She could fucking tell from their stupid horny glances.

Standing there, in the sunny, quiet boulevard. She thought she might actually scream.

“Hey! Aren’t that your parents?” Miguella said, and had the gall to chortle about it.

“They are NOT my parents, and they are dead to me!” Robin screamed, and stormed off.

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Horny hell seat reservations - @tiredemomama @smut-goblin @ruledbyproblematique @momodwriter @littlemountainwolf @fanaticsnail @feral-artistry - have a very merry Christmas with a shot of crocaine on the house.

[kirkwallguy]

The insane amount of pity i had when dorian of all ppl escorted mary lol. truly no one is in her corner (for like. Understandable reasons but man). Also HOW did Marcus convince her to go trough with it . Also do you have spec posts/tags for ur ocs? I'm curious how ur overall worldstate looks

it's SOOOO sick. because dorian honestly doesnt want to be involved with any of this while mary is desperately hoping he will understand her somehow. and she looks up to marcus in a weird way beneath the layer of disdain she feels wrt his role in kirkwall - when he basically tells her "we all have to do things we don't want sometimes" he kind of puts them both on the same level and mary rides that high alllll the way to the altar

and i don't sorry! :( i really want/need to get around to making a page about my worldstate at some point but that would require getting everything out of my head and putting it down on a page which is . daunting

[encrucijada]

oc kiss week, prompt: sunrise persy & annie (perséfone)

My neck hurt from sleeping in the backseat of the car. I expected to see nighttime when looking out the window but the sky was getting light, pink and lilac, there was that chill of dawn in the air. I cranked down the window to stick out my head and breathe in the atmosphere, listen to the dogs barking faraway, look at the shadows cast by trees and spy the last of the lampposts that refused to rest.

You were sitting on the hood of the car still, but the guitar was now on the driver’s seat, the morning was quiet aside from the birds waking up with the sun.

I leaned over the handbrake to reach the windshield and tap my knuckles on it. You leaned and looked at me, my butterfly pins holding back your hair. The circular sunglasses stumbled from the top of your head and you cursed too loud for the still hour, hurrying to catch them while also keeping the wind from blowing away the pages of your notebook.

“Morning, sleepy,” you said.

“What are we still doing here?”

“I was chasing inspiration, next thing I knew sun was coming up. Knew you’d wake up eventually.”

I opened the door and climbed straight into the cold morning. Fixing my shirt and scratching at the line of my waist where my jeans had bitten uncomfortably into my skin. The angels were curled up on the roof, heaps of light and feathers, mine blinking and staring with the eyes on its wings. There were others, strays, perching on the lamppost cables with the pigeons and grackles and sparrows. Twinkling like wind chimes, like altar bells.

You offered me a hand to climb onto the hood. “So you’ve been up all night?”

“More or less.”

“Any luck?”

You studied the words on the page, chewing the cap of the pen worse than it already was. “Definitely not.”

I offered my hand this time, you passed the pages and handed the notebook on a blank one, then gave me the pen without the chewed cap. I looked at the silhouettes of the angels on the tall cables and scratched at the paper with the pen, less drawing and more scribbling the suggestion of images.

“Wanna get breakfast?” you asked.

“We gotta wait at least an hour or two for anything good to be open.”

“I could use that to sleep, then.”

You leaned your head on my shoulder to look at the drawing. Those are birds, you said, and those are angels. If it wasn’t such a task you would ask me to paint every spot in the city and every city that had angels, just so you could see them as I saw them.

“Where are they now?” You looked around and I pointed behind us, to the roof of the car. Where your angel had woken too and now both it and my own were taking in the morning as we were. “What are they doing?”

“Enjoying… this, I guess.” I gestured around us, the sky bluer than lemonade pink now.

You hummed, sliding down against the windshield. Legs in ripped jeans stretched over the nose of the car, like you were on a lounge chair at the pool. The pins on your jacket clicked against each other when you hugged it close. I liked the cold, I liked it on my bare shoulders and my bare ankles, on my face, going sharp through my nose.

“It is nice,” you said, and closed your eyes. “We can stay until you’re done drawing.”

We needed to get back, but I wasn’t anymore mindful or responsible than you were. I liked these picturesque moments probably the most out of all of us. I would pick staying until the morning stopped feeling so personal, until the world truly woke up, until I had to admit we really had to return before they worried. I pressed a kiss to the top of your head and copied the way you were lounging against the windshield, you tapped your dirty trainer against mine (rubber toes covered in doodles made with permanent marker), I smiled and put my head on your shoulder to finish the drawing after you returned the kindness with a kiss on my cheek.

“Wake me, please,” you said. Head on top of mine.

“I will.”

[bitegore]

For the OC situation game:

Velan -

3. Your OC unexpectedly wins a prize in a competition or quiz (ideally in a situation where it has tax implications. Actually I would also like this one for Haven)

20. Your OC loses something important to a partner or close friend - perhaps something of great sentimental value or simply very expensive.

35. Your OC finds a lost child in the marketplace or commercial district.

Erica -

32. Your OC is being lectured, or possibly even scolded, by someone in a position of authority. (and here we mean authority in the sense of your universe; someone who can do her real damage if offended but may be bound by specific rules)

44. Your OC is called upon to recount an embarrassing or comic incident in which they have been involved.

50. Your OC finds something they though had been lost forever long ago - perhaps a letter from a friend, a picture of a family member or a souvenir of a even many years before.

H'zar -

8. Your OC is handed a baby to hold whilst their parent attends to an emergency. (pretty sure the answer will not be good, but I want to know how)

31. Your OC wakes up with a thumping headache and no clear memories of what happened the night before.

44. Your OC is called upon to recount an embarrassing or comic incident in which they have been involved.

(There's a lot there, so feel free to pick and choose if you don't fancy them all...)

I'll put this one under a cut because it's pretty long. Even just answering the first question is like a full page length lol.

3. Velan unexpectedly wins a prize in a competition or quiz (ideally in a situation where it has tax implications.)

So, Velan wins the lottery? LOL

Objectively, though, the first thing she does is open a new bank account in a relatively large polity somewhere in the central-west with a favorable tax policy that she does not do business in. She has the winnings put in the name of - if she won it has to be her name, doesn't it? Only her name, though, instead of a more traditional shared account. This is relatively unusual for her - usually she gives that money directly to people who will hold onto it for her without necessarily tracking it super closely - but the point here is to have reciepts, and to have those reciepts outside the hands of either empire directly because financial holdings in one empire have high import/exchange fees in the other - it's easier to exchange them from a third currency that has better exchange rates with both, even if they're not necessarily the ideal ones. She also makes sure to get a good interest rate so it appears like she means this to be a serious bank account, even though she plans to empty it as soon as possible.

Next, she spends whatever amount of it is necessary to get herself out of the Ever-burning Commonwealth tax bracket she's suddenly pushed the clan into, because the EBC's non-resident tax brackets are more unforgiving and broader, and focusing on the Eastern Dominance is less necessary - probably in materials and infrastructure - and writes them off as business expenses. To do that, she also goes to the EBC and spends them in legally-trackable ways in the EBC instead of out, because there are better tax breaks for in-country spending. (The EBC is one of the two big empires, and the Eastern Dominance is the other. They are in a sort of financial/proxy-based cold war at the moment.)

Then Velan makes a mid-sized charitable donation to the train-line expansion fund (a public service in the EBC), which is both another decent tax credit and something completely explicable as motivated by self-interest.

She invests the rest in... I really need to decide what I'm doing with the investment market in the Closerverse, because I like the idea of a stock market but I keep changing my mind on how it works. Nonetheless, there is some sort of speculative investments market, and she's putting the rest into it, across exclusively central-southeast and south-central-desert polities that can be (generally, anyway) relied upon to report haphazardly back to the empires and which have poorer investment markets, because she's going to launder that money into the pockets of her clan without reporting it as anything but losses on the market.

She has to pay six months' worth of doubled taxes in the EBC even with tax breaks, and a year's worth of taxes at a 35% increase in the Eastern Dominance, but that's fine. Investment in tools and materials goes further than hard cash for the most part, and she is getting that money back.

Lastly, she has to hunt down whoever entered her into that competiton, quiz, or lottery in the first place, because she has spent a lot of time keeping a deliberately low profile and if that gets jeopardized she's not the only person in danger, so she needs to impress upon them exactly what a bad fucking move that was. At which point they'll point out that she's doing all this unnecessary tax fraud, probably, and Velan will explain that those are different things, because the people who will end up investigating Velan for tax fraud aren't the same people as the ones who will come kill her and several other people in the clan if they find out she or they are alive. Really awkward conversation for whoever that was.

20. Velan loses something important to a partner or close friend - perhaps something of great sentimental value or simply very expensive.

Not unlikely, and it's happened before. Velan travels a lot. She's also had to own up to worse things, and has become - not comfortable, exactly, but familiar with the process of explaining a mistake and finding solutions. She tells them as soon as she finds out, and then offers to either try to look for it or replace it.

Expensive goods are much easier to deal with - Velan is connected with pirates, who are connected with other pirates and thieves. She's also capable of (basically) teleporting. She can just steal it. Not the ideal thing, but some obligations (says Velan) transcend laws.

Sentimental items... well, Velan will go back to where she thinks they might have lost it and look. No guarantees, though, and there are more important things to do. She can't spend more than a few days on it. Most of the time, people understand.

35. Velan finds a lost child in the marketplace or commercial district.

Velan takes taking care of kids very seriously. She would... well, actually, first things first, she'd make sure the kid had eaten and drank something in the last three hours, and if they hadn't, she'd send one of her clanmates to go buy them like a small meal and a large drink (Velan is a big proponent of hydration). She'd send a handful - probably 3-5 people - to go find out if anyone has heard about someone missing a kid. And, if Velan is there and she hasn't sent a Sylath while staying back to handle her stuff at the camp, it's not a shopping trip, but Velan helping run a stall where they're selling clothing - Velan is a tailor and clothier - and metal goods. So in the meantime she'd bring the kid back to the stall and have them sit there in the shade/warmth until they find the kid's parents.

Presumably they do. If they don't, Velan is just going to take this kid home and keep them. They're a small clan, they have room to take in a few extra faces. And she really does take this one seriously.

3. Haven unexpectedly wins a prize in a competition or quiz.

First he's surprised, because if he didn't expect it, he didn't cheat. Then he's very smug, because he didn't cheat and he still won. Then - if it's not first place - he gets offended, and resolves to cheat next time.

Then he brags for the next three months anyway.

32. Erica is being lectured, or possibly even scolded, by someone in a position of authority. (and here we mean authority in the sense of your universe; someone who can do her real damage if offended but may be bound by specific rules)

Erica is very contrite. She understands exactly what the problem is, and sees why it was definitely her fault, and she'll fix her behavior immediately (she says). She'll even take initiative to make sure her next chance to do the same thing is handled correctly (she says). She certainly is never caught for the same problem twice.

Internally, she is keeping a ledger of every time they "insult" her (all the way through to "you did this wrong" if she thinks she didn't) and resolving to get even for it. One day. When she can do them real damage instead. She isn't bound by specific rules, after all - and if she is, she disregards them when she can get away with it!)

44. Erica is called upon to recount an embarrassing or comic incident in which she has been involved.

Depends who by and what kind of incident. if she has to maintain a relationship with them and they haven't offered her insult, or she has to play "nice" for want of consequences, she'll just do it, and play up whatever reaction she thinks they're looking for - usually good cheer, sometimes mild humiliation. With Haven specifically (instigator supreme), half the time the reaction he's looking for is anger, so she'll let her frustration and annoyance show, but definitely not with anyone else.

if she doesn't have to do any of that, she's very cool about, like. Not engaging with the question and turning it around on them. "You want to hear about me? That's interesting, considering you --" and then she picks something she thinks will bother them worse than whatever it is that bothers her.

If it's a funny story and she doesn't think it reflects badly on her and she can do whatever, she might just recount it; it depends on whether or not she's in a good mood.

50. Erica finds something she thought had been lost forever long ago - perhaps a letter from a friend, a picture of a family member or a souvenir of a even many years before.

I have no idea. She's singularly unsentimental. I think she'd just throw it out. She has her own memory for that, after all.

If it's a useful item, though, she'll keep it and use it. But a letter or a photo, or a souvenir... she's not keeping it. Knicknacks are for other people.

8. H'zar is handed a baby to hold whilst their parent attends to an emergency.

This is a question of disposability. Who is the parent? Do they matter? Are they in public, with people who matter? Does the situation matter?

H'zar is quite charming in public when he thinks he's around people whose opinions might have an impact on his career. In which case, absolutely no harm will befall the baby and he'll probably offer his most sincere assistance with the emergency at hand.

If not... well, who's to say. If he's in a hurry he hands it back. if he's in a bad mood he hands it to some random person in the room. If he has a grudge against the parent that baby is going in a garbage can somewhere and he's not telling anyone where. Or maybe he'll just hang onto it and give it back, normal as anything. Entirely depends on what the mood he's in is.

31. H'zar wakes up with a thumping headache and no clear memories of what happened the night before.

Okay. Imagine TF: One Sentinel Prime. He'd call Airachnid and ask, right? H'zar is calling his personal aide and asking if they have any idea what happened and if there will be any political ramifications, and if there are, to write them up and send them to him to look at. And then he's ordering a bunch of Space Ibuprofen and taking a nap.

This is not exactly a familiar situation for H'zar but it's sure as hell not that unfamiliar, either. What's the point of getting Ultimate Power if you can't throw your power around to get into private clubs and bars and do specialty Space Cocaine with extremely rich assholes? Says H'zar, anyway.

44. H'zar is called upon to recount an embarrassing or comic incident in which they have been involved.

Again: by who? Are they disposable? Because they're getting held at gunpoint. Are they not? He plays along just fine, and doesn't even really mind. it's different when it's a "real" person.

Well, actually, now that I think about it, he might be offended if it's an alien from a species he doesn't like even if they aren't disposable... he'd still bite his tongue and play nice, though.