#cecil’s outfit is perfect

[clonerightsagenda]

Yes, WTNV kicked off the audio drama renaissance and was groundbreaking in foregrounding a queer love story in 2012 and made a huge mark in tumblr culture at the time. However none of this has to do with sexyman credentials. What makes Cecil the Ultimate Tumblr Sexyman is that he’s a perfect illustration of how when presented with just a voice and some descriptions of truly bizarre outfits, tumblr will still overwhelmingly draw a skinny white man in a suit.

[justablah56]

tee hee I'm almost done coloring Cecil >:3c

[crownedinmarigolds]

We wish you a resplendent summer! Eat drink and be ye olde merry! It's Thinbloods (And a Fullblood Scourge) enjoying an evening pleasure faire. All gorgeous and perfect!! This was the most difficult one to put together, everyone did such a great job on the outfits and I didn't want to cover anybody up! I snipped the bigger, original copy into pieces and resized the full version at the top so we can see it all in one spot! (Tumblr does NOT like the original full image) These are amazing, I'm so happy you guys joined me! It's my birthday month so I consider this a little present for myself... In order of appearance! Thank you everyone! Jesse Steele - Fullblood Caitiff Scourge - @discodiablo (art by me!) John Carmichael - @emissary-of-stuff Ezra and Skye - @wizzsp Havi - @m4rloe5 Camilla - @renaissancebadboy My Stakebait Coterie! Ralph, Khloe, Kyle, and Christian! Gabbie - @del-uxie Leo - @cynical-tuba Ramona - also @renaissancebadboy!! Lucian - @squiretinnion Miles - @confusedwithglitter Cecil and Perry - @zyurp Blanche - @holly-bearie Del - @kentuckycaverats

[ofginjxints]

closed starter for @ourcwnside

After years and years being amongst humans, Aziraphale could firmly say moving pictures were one of the most creative inventions. It was rather poetic then that he had received an invitation from a connection of his to the red carpet premiere of Cecil B. DeMille's The King of Kings. It was the grand opening of Grauman's Chinese Theatre that evening and he was hoping to be able to meet H.B. Warner himself at some point. He didn't really have too much work to do in the USA but made sure to do some miracles here and there so his superiors were pleased.

For such a splendid event, Aziraphale sifted through his impossibly deep suitcase for an appropriate outfit. He was originally searching for a smart suit but was reminded of a dress he had packed that would be perfect for such an occasion, he hadn't even had a chance to wear it yet! It had been a long time since he had changed his physical form, but it felt very right to steer into the glamour of it all.

Aziraphale arrived exactly on time as it said on the invitation and there was already a crowd of people gathered. She stepped out in her heels and already lights were flashing from cameras, the press keen to take everything just in case, she supposed. She walked down the red carpet, keen to get inside where hopefully it would be less manic.

[potato-lord-but-not]

Your Cecil is the perfect mix of dashing yet still dressing weird as hell and I love it

Is it possible to read Going Postal without having read any of Discworld before? Moist just sounds so silly and fun

ok firstly thank you although I admit I need to put that man in weirder outfits, and second YES YOU CAN it was my first book at also the love of my life you need to go read it ASAP

[enjoy-purple-skies]

“I am calling for personal reasons.”

I cant draw cecil yet because I’m so indecisive about how he should look & I’m sure there’s some outfit somewhere in my brain he can wear

But carlos is beautiful and perfect and with teeth like military cemetery and the only thing he needs to wear is a labcoat and possibly nothing else

[futuristicsaladparadise]

My top 10 girlies. If I had to get rid of all but these (and I might), these are the ones I couldn't bear to part with.

Shamsa Kabil Nasr Mansour (back left), aka This Poor Girl, broke my heart a little when I first saw the treatment she had received from previous owners. I just want to hug her and tell her everything will be all right, even though she may have to go to the hospital in the future. Her eyes are still messed up and will never sit right, so she wears glasses. She was so damaged, I decided her backstory would include surviving a military attack on her home. She currently lives with her aunt, uncle, and big sister in the US, where she is learning to read and speak English.

Ivy Ling (front left) is practically perfect, and fits in nearly every modern decade. I love her unique eyes.

I wanted a Ruthie (Ruth Ann Smithens, back row) doll for some time, but not AG's Ruthie, because she didn't look like the books. Everything magically fell together (seriously, I wasn't even looking for a face and ran across the head on eBay, and they eyes and wig were the first things to fall out when I opened their respective containers) and Ruthie was born. I think she looks a bit like Liesel Matthews from the 1990s version of A Little Princess, too.

LaRae Bliss Turner (front) was an accidental find. I had been lowkey looking for an Addy mold doll for about a year, and knew I wanted different eyebrows. I kept coming back to the listing, even saving a screenshot and finally decided that she was the right doll for me. I'm still working on her backstory.

Blaire Wilson (middle back): I thought I didn't like Blaire. Blaire was blah. She had hobbies I wasn't interested in, I don't like her name, and the previous dolls I had seen had those weird downcast eyes. Then I was looking for a secondhand version of Rebecca's Hanukkah outfit and found a listing of this girl dressed in the full outfit. The price wasn't bad, and I thought I could always donate the doll if I didn't like her. Well, she's grown on me and now I can't make myself give her up.

Annika Jessalyn Nazarbayev (middle front): Annika was one of my very first dolls, and is the doll I've had the longest. Since she was originally Jess, I tied her story into that. She's Jess's niece (her mom, Heather, is Jess's older sister), and her middle name is a nod to Annika's past and her character relationship to her aunt.

Nellie Brigid O'Malley (back): I gave my Nellie a middle name to distinguish her from AG's version. She's another book-based character doll, and might just be my favorite. Don't tell the others.

Tabitha Danielle Crow (front): I never intended on keeping Tabby. I bought her as a damaged Rebecca to fix up and donate, but now I don't want to let her go. Her last name actually belongs to a friend of mine; the two of them look like they're related.

Dubheasa Ni Mhaoileidigh, aka Dovie, (back right): Dovie is also an ex-Rebecca and since, logically, I do not need 2 Rebecca-based dolls (nor 4 Josefina molds, nor 2 Josefina mold redheads with green eyes), I shouldn't keep her. Emotion trumps logic though, and I keep bringing her out. She has a sweet, timeless look that I wish AG played more into.

Last, but not least, Apolline Renee Kincaid: I bought her as a semi-dupe for Cecile who was retired well before I started collecting. I also have a penchant for creating my own characters and wanted a 1920s girl (I came up with the character about a year before the first mentions of Claudie), so she lives near New Orleans during the end of the Harlem Renaissance movement there. I love that she has the older Sonali face mold. Apparently I prefer the older dolls, as I didn't choose to keep any of the ones I had bought that were recently released.

Face mold totals: 4 Josefina, 2 Sonali, 2 Jess, 1 Marie-Grace, 1 Addy

Who would you have in your collection of 10 or fewer dolls?

[trashburgersblair]

It wasnt letting me put the link in the replies but heres the video of cecil reading the ebony darkness fanfic

https://youtu.be/5RhGj6rBNhs?si=LYhMEdiNrmR4sdGX

Its perfect, thank you!

And this does confirm that Cecil should describe his outfits like Tara does for Ebony.

[watashime-ciel]

insomnia may be strong but i'm stronger. so here are the Just Dane dances and coaches i'm assigning to my rhythm heaven scrunklies because nobody asked but i want to post this anyways for science purposes

starting with the holy lemon, DJ Yellow:

definitely, his favourite dances are the three hatsune miku ones, but besides that, he's probably going with a good old jason derulo dance or Get Ugly, as his first option to warm up. Circus extreme version, Hey Mama and Daddy are probably his next options

now, a coach thats perfect for him is P3 from All About Us in JD17

they radiate they/them queer vibes AND the colours are literally Yellow idc hes dressing with those colours and slaying in the process

for Blue i'll go with something more simple, but at the same time groovy. and whats more groovy that Groove by Jack & Jack

he's not the one that likes to play JD, but he enjoys watching the videos like a toddler watching five little monkies jumping on the bed. Groove is the only one that he might dance. but other songs he enjoys are Rave in the Grave, Tumbum, Leila, Instruction, Spectronizer and Built For This, all because of the colours

and the coach i'm assigning is the Instruction teacher from JD18

the colours are vibrant, and the clothing quite simple but attractive. perfect for an artist's eye like Blue's

oh boy for J.J i got very creative

that was sarcasm

did you know JD added Bring Me To Life to one of the latest games? i literally just found out while playing JDNow lol. definitely his favourite to dance with Cecil, even if the move in "Save me!" is impossible for them two. theeeey need a bit more of movement

J.J would also like whatever avril lavigne song there is in the game. idk if theres more, but Girlfriend is his jam so don't bother him for the next 3 minutes while he dances

for the coach, i mean literally Blake and Liv from the BMTL fit him. you tell me why

just like me, Cecil can't let go of his childhood favourite song, and that's Spectronizer. little Cecil would enjoy jumping around pretending to be a power ranger or something. and his favourire coach is the one i am assigning to him

literally perfect. live laugh love yellow ranger

with Connie i have a problem called "she fits most of the songs i like so this is going to be endless". but i am mainly assigning Tumbum for the second coach and her "protagonist" role, Smile by IOWA for the clothing and energy, and Adeyyo for the clothing aswell. literally all outfits from these would look good on her-

but here are two specific coaches that are literally her

the Smile coach is literally her but in purple and blue, and the Adeyyo coach because IH MY GOD... /pos

Jenna is simple. she also loves miku, one of the favourite songs is Love Ward, its on JD18, so what else could she ask for?

to be Love Ward JD Miku of course

i promise you im drawing her like that

Debbie is the kind that dances to everything she possibly can, and enjoys it more when its some stupid dance like Daddy, Dragostea Din Tei, Juju on The Beat, Sayonara, Chiwawa... i could go on. she also enjoys overly happy or active coaches, always being the first one to get a star and the crown

theres no other coach more perfect for her than Suzuka from Atarashii Gakko

Christmas' over, that means that Halloween is near for Mako. she adores all Halloween related dances; Ghost In The Keys, Time Warp, Rave In The Grave, Magic Halloween, you name it and she loves it, having a specific coach she always wants to be

but her favourite coach and therefore the one i am assigning is the Magic Halloween witch

also the colours are some i believe she would use for a Halloween outfit, and she loves stars so the skirt was what got her for sure

surprisingly, So'ra can stand up from that pink car and can also dance. she likes something... uh. i. dont know the exact word. but not so much to follow, or maybe a lot but the background helps and doesnt makes it hard. Hey Mama, Black Widow, Circus extreme version, Gibberish and others, in that order, is her dance list

the coach i decide to assign is the Black Widow

the dance gives a bit mysterious vibe, and the moves are fast enough to be in perfect sync with the beat. its perfect

do you ever wonder if someone could have some sort of crush in a JD coach? ask Peach, as she fell in love with the P2 in Tumbum. its not that in assigning her to Peach, but rather making a connection?

shes like Blue, watches JD dances like a visual stimulation thingie. and when she watched Tumbum, inmediatly focused on the P2. how. i mean, you cant see their faces yet. oh well-

okay guys insomnia is winning okay i promise i am also normal about just dance !!

[feluka]

although he isn't a college student, guy cecil is the perfect college student representation. he's 21. he's permanently stressed out. he's constantly bullied by a 13 year old. he keeps getting roped into doing difficult tasks under terrible conditions for no pay. whenever he actually displays passion and interest in a personal hobby he instantly gets dunked on by his entire friend group. he has to travel the world to find secret locations that are described to him through vague riddles so he can acquire study references from old teachers. he got a bad tattoo that makes him murderous. he works as a bartender on the side. you have to do the world's longest sidequest to get him a nice outfit

[jayke0]

Different Oscar Isaac characters with a flat chested S/O 🤔

I try my best with these to make them comforting, even though really i have no idea what i'm doing, but then again that's me with everything.

Warnings/content: tiddie talk again, soft stuff, boob job

♡ Jake would just see it as an easier way to make pretty pictures on you with hickeys, like hearts and flowers. "You're the perfect canvas, mi hermosa."

♡ Marc would still find a way to grip them if it's the last thing he ever does.

♡ Blue would find the skimpiest outfits possible for you, ones that just barely cover your nipples so you're always on show for him.

♡ Basil would rest his head on you and tease your nipples with his tongue until you're squirming on top of him.

♡ Poe would remind you how much he loves you every time you get self-conscious about them/anything else, and would prove it with kisses.

♡ William (being the experienced dilf he is) would know exactly where to touch them to make you feel good.

♡ Cecil would suck on them regardless.

♡ Llyewn would find a way to squeeze his cock between them no matter what.

[justforbooks]

The fashion designer Mary Quant had perfected key aspects of 1960s British pop culture long before midnight chimed on the last day of 1959. The Chelsea girl and her try-anything attitude, her short, narrow garments casually bought from a Kings Road boutique – Quant had been working on these since the mid-50s. It took the zeitgeist until at least 1963 to catch on, let alone catch up.

Quant, who has died aged 93, opened her first Kings Road shop, Bazaar, in 1955, the year after Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel ended her postwar hiatus and reopened her Paris salon. They shared a similar ambition: to clothe young, independent women unsuited to fashion dominated by Christian Dior’s 1947 New Look and the work of the grand couturiers. Quant and Chanel designed their clothes to allow new physical and mental freedoms; Quant (unlike Chanel) was also in favour of fun, in reaction to her own teen years under postwar austerity.

Life then had been rationed, begrudged; almost the only place where the young could create their own excitement was at art college, with the Chelsea Arts Ball an annual chance for frivolity. At that ball a teenaged Quant, clad chiefly in balloons, hooked up with a fellow Goldsmiths’ College student, Alexander Plunket Greene, who swanned around long-haired in his mother’s silk pyjama top, trumpet in one hand and film script in the other.

“Life … began for me when I first saw Plunket,” she wrote in her 1966 autobiography Quant By Quant. He was short on ready cash, with an income of “four bob a day,” he recalled, “if one bought cigarettes one couldn’t go the cinema too”, but posh and sexually sophisticated. “Alexander had no use for straightforward sex at all,” Quant said, and he also was consistently unfaithful.

He came from a family said to be Evelyn Waugh’s model for the Flytes in Brideshead Revisited and was at art college crossing social classes. She, born in Blackheath, south-east London, had been persuaded by her parents, Jack and Mildred, both schoolteachers, to study art rather than fashion on leaving Blackheath high school.

After Goldsmiths’, she worked as a trainee assistant at the Mayfair milliner Erik. Quant picked up pins with a magnet and counted out the ration of one chocolate biscuit a day for the assistants, who were so poorly paid that, as Cecil Beaton exaggerated, “there were weeks when only an aspirin touched Mary’s lips and, but for the Jamaicans in nearby Claridge’s kitchens handing over their refuse bins, she would have starved”.

The creation of a hat was Quant’s practical introduction to fashion, and the sculptural moulding that quickly shapes millinery influenced her approach to clothes. She had reservations about “spending three days making one hat which would be worn for one afternoon by a grumpy, spoiled middle-class woman”, learned dress-pattern-cutting at night school, to put outfits together for herself, and briefly worked for the Butterick pattern company.

Plunket’s poverty ended on his 21st birthday when he inherited £5,000; advised by the entrepreneur Archie McNair, who became Quant’s financial brain thereafter, he took a mortgage on a property on the corner of Markham Street and Kings Road, Chelsea.

He wanted to open a nightclub in its basement, but could not get an alcohol licence, so that level became Alexander’s Restaurant, a bistro influenced by his friend Terence Conran and the recipes of Elizabeth David. Plunket told McNair that his girl was good at clothes, and Quant set up Bazaar on the ground floor.

Bazaar acted in lieu of the desired club, with wine or scotch under the counter and girls shedding their garments on the floor, attracting anti-establishment former art-school characters who had gone into photography and journalism. It was hardly a shop – the preferred word was boutique anyway – since the couple never understood business. Incoming bills were piled up and those at the top were paid – Conran said you could not open the front door for writs. They were part of the new bohemian Chelsea set and their stories became SW3 legend.

Quant bought fabric from Harrods at retail prices on a Plunket family account, and had to sell each batch of clothes before she could buy more; when she ran out of stock, she simply shut up shop and started sewing. When she asked manufacturers to make for her, few would, since her ever-skimpier, shorter shapes did not promise big enough profit margins.

Besides, Bazaar might be closed for weeks with a “gone fishing” sign placed in the window while Quant and Plunket went on holiday. They wanted a wider life, flying off in chartered planes to gamble in Le Touquet: because of the era’s currency restrictions, Quant smuggled out in her knickers the cash to buy a French home. They ran an illegal chemin-de-fer game in the Quant delivery van parked in a different Chelsea street each Thursday.

By the late 50s Quant had synthesised her Chelsea girl look from elements of left bank kooky beatnik and practical details of American sportswear, plus her preference for vulgarity over good taste. Then she began supplementing it with memories of her ideal – a girl of about eight glimpsed during a childhood dancing class, who had a Dutch doll haircut and wore a dark skinny knit, very short pleated skirt, white socks and black patent shoes that focused on the boot button of their ankle strap. Quant made similar clothes the basis of the dolly-bird look of the 60s.

In retrospect, this sexualised projection of a very young girl feels disturbing. Dolly-birds skipped, and knocked their knees, and pointed their toes in what Quant called “the wet-knicker pose”. Stocking-tops and suspenders were slowly replaced by patterned or coloured tights, and Quant developed stretchy undergarments no heavier than those tights.

Quant’s own hairdresser, Vidal Sassoon, cut geometric variants of the bob. The whole ensemble pointed in one direction. “The crotch is the most natural erogenous zone,” said Quant, directing her models in their Banlon, Bri-nylon and PVC mini shifts to prance for maximum pelvic thrust, and claiming that her husband once cut her own green-dyed pubic hair into a heart shape. Angry bowler-hatted men beat with fists and umbrellas on Bazaar’s window, Quant recalled: “It got to them in some way, what I was doing.”

Being a dolly-bird was just about affordable on teen pay. Quant went wholesale in 1961, and two years later launched mass-market fashions under the name Ginger Group – ginger, prune and grape being the previously non-fashion colours that she favoured. She also signed on as an adviser with the US retailer JC Penney: from then on she could afford to hop on big jet planes to distant destinations at whim, as she had once done buses on Kings Road; her personal transport was a black Mini car with a black leather interior.

But she was never comfortable with large-scale clothes production and soon realised that the real money lay in franchising household goods such as bedding, and, even more, in designing faces.

Mary Quant cosmetics arrived in 1966 and were more original than her clothes. Cosmetic containers had traditionally been designed as ornaments for dressing tables, with lipsticks and compacts based on 18th-century boudoir trinkets. Quant observed that professional models painted their faces like canvases with brushes and theatrical grease sticks, and as an art student she had worn the contents of her watercolour paint tubes. She commercialised these ideas, and the daisy logo that was always the doodled focal point of her dress sketches then appeared on makeup packaging – yellow tins of crayons, and simplified bottles, sold not from store counters but from “pods” that might have been moon landing capsules.

Skin cream was sold with matching vitamin pills. Bazaar closed in 1969, by which time 7 million women worldwide had Quant’s label in their wardrobe.

Quant cosmetics also dwindled away in the 70s but were revived under licence in Japan in 1984, and re-exported to the west in the 90s. Japan was Quant’s most logical market, for young women there have cultural sanction to present themselves as prepubescent – pretending to be very young is seen as liberating, which appealed to Quant, who said: “I grew up not wanting to grow up, growing up seemed so terrible, children were free and sane.”

She eventually resigned as director of the company, and lost control in 2000 of her name and her daisy, but stayed as consultant. She also began designing clothes for the New York store Henri Bendel, which realised her vintage work was being collected. Her approach was understood as being as dramatically simple as Chanel’s – “Only I had better legs than Chanel,” said Quant.

Her first retrospective exhibition, Mary Quant’s London, in 1973 at the Museum of London, had a 50s gloom room so visitors could appreciate the difference she had made, for which she was appointed OBE in 1966 – a very big deal at the time. She was made a dame in 2015, and a companion of honour this year.

When the V&A put on a lifetime retrospective show in 2019, it sourced exhibits radically by asking the public to loan Quant clothes they had kept. Many of those selected were displayed with old photographs of their owners wearing them, captioned with the outfit’s personal “story”. The exhibition drew huge crowds, with visitors talking to each other – a rare occurrence – about what it had been like to wear Quant fashion when it was new.

Although the Chelsea set regarded home as the place you went when there was nothing better to do, Quant loved her house in Grasse, Provence, and a retreat in Guildford, Surrey. There she gardened by torchlight when day faded, and installed a 60s Claes Oldenburg plastic statue commemorating dolly-bird knees.

The turbulent marriage of the Plunket Greenes, which had begun in 1957, ended with his death in 1990. Her later partner, Antony Rouse, died in 2014. Quant is survived by Orlando, the son from her marriage, and three grandchildren.

🔔 Mary Quant, fashion and cosmetics designer, born 11 February 1930; died 13 April 2023

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[writingdollworlds]

I think as collectors we often think "If I had a million bucks I'd get xyz" or "If I could snap my fingers I'd get this" but my dream is an ikea style AG store, that has different sections based on the AG "eras". It'd start looking like a store now, all the recent items and gotys. In between sections would have GOTYs since the eras would need to be semi broad to save space. So, like it could be the 2020s, then late 2010s, then late inner star u, peak inner star u, late 2000s, early 2000s, late 90s, early 90s, and lastly 80s. Any Era that didn't have a store would be displayed using data from the early stores and catalogs to determine style. And like everything is there, store exclusives, costco dolls, everything. Then I'm just let loose in there. I can take anything I want for free. Imagine getting to pick up Ceciles and Marie-Grace in store and their collection, too. I haven't seen half of the original 20 new in box. Plus, the major overlap of the eras would be the dolls. Since their looks change over time. I could get a four with new bangs and pie bangs. I could compare all the Felicitys. Sit on the floor with them surrounding me and stare at their differences before I pick one to take home. Take Chrissa, Sonali, and Gwen home at once. Get all of mollys furniture. Get all the rare outfits that sadly got taken by the second-hand market. Seriously, 50% of my dreams are just Walmart suddenly having a section of second-hand AG dolls. I just want to see everything I love in its prime. In perfect new condition. In this perfect world, any dolls with defects or dolls that eventually would become defective wouldn't be in store. No cheeto vinyl, no gray vinyl, no silver eye, bubble eye, new eyes, no perma panties. Just me and the skrunklies. Ideally, in this silly scenario, I have the space for everything, lol. Even if it's only for goofs, it's fun and helps me determine what I want, ya know

[xforce2009]

Strictly Professional | Chapter One | I Summon You

Rating:

Explicit (Canon Typical Violence, Eventual Strong Sexual Content)

Synopsis:

Cecil hires you, a super-powered vigilante with the ability to manipulate dark matter, to undertake a covert operation.

It was unusually quiet in Chicago that night. After the noise of the city waned with the setting sun, Cecil stood alone at the edge of an abandoned rooftop staring at the skyline. He perceived everyone to be tucked away inside the illusory comfort and safety of their homes, none the wiser to the dangers surrounding them in perpetuity. As he peered into the darkness, his eyes searched the night for its secrets to be laid bare. For all of its shadows to be brought to light.

When Cecil wasn't busy directing superheroes and picking up after disasters left behind by the usual unhinged supervillain, he found himself having to tie up the loose ends of other problems, ones that required a more underhanded approach. You were a vigilante that appeared seemingly out of nowhere. A dark specter that would disappear into thin air after each crime spree you managed to neutralize. Cecil caught onto you early on in your excursions, and when he had a chance to see what you were capable of, he found that you were the perfect candidate for the job.

The agency had caught wind of the criminal activity about two weeks ago. Cecil had been waiting for the right opportunity to catch what he knew to be an underground syndicate smuggling chemical weapons. However, in order to extract the information he was so inclined to recover, he needed to make a quick social call.

Cecil had his hands in his pockets when a black portal appeared next to him, taking him out of his contemplations. From the portal walked out a dark figure. You were a vision, to say the least. Cecil side-eyed you as you approached, taking in your voluptuous form as he did so.

"Where's the fun?" you asked, tongue firmly in cheek. You knew what the job entailed, but that didn't mean you couldn't find a moment of self-indulgence right before a shoot-and-run.

"Not far," Cecil claimed. "They're in the next building, but they're conducting their operations in a fortified bunker two stories deep underneath it." He wanted to disclose just enough information without arousing unwanted curiosity. "There's two sentries posted in front and four men inside."

"That shouldn't be a problem," you smirked. "Nothing that I haven't dealt with before."

You looked at the older man, giving him a once over. He was quite handsome for a man of his age. The scar that marred the left side of his face didn't put you off in the slightest. In reality, you found that it only added to his allure.

"That's why I hired you," Cecil turned to face you, making eye contact. "So that you could bring that competence you've displayed in your previous outings and even out the playing field. All you have to do is conduct the operation as discussed and report back to me."

He reached into his pocket and handed you a small earpiece.

"Make sure to update me once you've finished the job. If you run into anything too difficult to handle, you let me know."

You nodded in compliance and took the comlink. You felt confident that you could take on this mission with very few blunders. But seeing as how you were hired by the shadowy director of the Global Defense Agency, you couldn't help but feel a little daunted by the man's expectations. This was going to be a raid that you would be at the helm of, after all. Despite this, you quickly found the resolve to go through with the mission, wanting to test the limits of your capabilities and to protect others by any means necessary.

Cecil took one last look at you as you prepared to make your exit through one of your portals. Your back was turned to him as you were visualizing your point of arrival in the other building when Cecil couldn't help but notice how your costume accentuated your curves. The design of your outfit guiding his eyes towards your well-rounded ass as it peeked under your bodysuit. His mind raced with indecent thoughts as he couldn't help but wonder what you looked like underneath it. He averted his gaze once he caught himself staring. He did his best to quell the heat that was building throughout his lower body by reminding himself that the relationship between the two of you was strictly professional. His hands returned to his pockets as he looked away, opting instead to stare at some fixed point in the distance. Before he knew it, the portal beside him had disappeared as you left the rooftop to begin the operation.

Taking care of the first two guards was easy enough. It worked in your favor when you counted on their slight ineptitude. You dropped through a portal from the ceiling, confusing them for a moment. You didn't want the armed men inside the bunker to be alerted to the outside conflict, so you entered through another portal right behind them. Aiming for the back of the head, you shot the guard to your left with a projectile of dark matter extending from your palm. Once he was out cold, you shielded yourself with a small portal and shot the other guard with another projectile.

You managed to enter the underground bunker while barely making a sound, your portal teleporting you to a hidden area in the back. You scoped out the room where the four armed guards were ready with their rifles. Nothing too fancy, you thought. Their lack of masks and ample armor were weaknesses you were willing to exploit.

Finding your opportune moment, you planted a portal along the wall behind one of the armed men that appeared to be slightly larger in physique than the others. You approached him from behind a mass of crates. When you got close enough without being detected, you shot a small blast of dark matter at his head. This caused him to fall unconscious into one of your portals, making him disappear into a pocket realm where he wouldn't be able to warn the others when he wakes up.

You looked past the pile of crates you were hiding behind to see if anyone had noticed you. To your gratification, none of the men across from you were aware of your presence or that they were down one heavy.

You prepared to materialize a portal across the room when you heard gunshots in your direction. You winced as you felt a sharp pain in your upper arm. A stray bullet grazed you, tearing through the fabric of your jacket. Grabbing your bicep, you looked up to see one of the men had walked onto the walkway above, catching you in a vulnerable position and alerting the other men to your location. You bolted toward your now shrinking portal, narrowly escaping the barrage of bullets at your heels as the men pursued you.

You reached the portal just in time to escape, finding yourself at the entrance of the bunker where the large door was once you came through the other side. One of the men furthest from you started shooting. You deflected his bullets by creating a portal that would act as a sort of shield, absorbing the bullets. You then erected another portal. This time the bullets were expelled from the void and were directed toward the armed men. The bullets ripped through both of them, their bodies falling limp on the ground.

Before you could catch your breath, more bullets were shot in your direction. The guard from earlier was on the walkway - to your right this time and closer than before. Bullets whizzed past you, a few of them cutting your skin. You were able to create a portal just in time to shield you from the armed fire when it suddenly stopped. The guard started to reload his rifle, you saw the opportunity and shot two large projectiles of dark matter at his skull. His body fell lifeless on the metal walkway, the thud creating a resounding 'thoom' throughout the small bunker. Blood started to spurt from the stump where his head and neck were moments ago, dripping down from the walkway creating a black-red puddle on the concrete floor below.

It took a minute for you to get your bearings. You let in a ragged breath as you covered the bleeding wound on your upper arm. You could feel the blood from your other wounds begin to permeate your clothing. Taking in the carnage that had just transpired, you remembered what Cecil told you. You activated your comlink to let him know what happened. He cursed under his breath and told you to come back to the rooftop as soon as possible. You didn't bother to protest as you let out a sigh of relief knowing your work was finished.

Cecil approached you with a sense of urgency once you reached the rooftop.

"Are you okay?" His voice was tinted with concern as he looked you over. You had some cuts and grazes on your body, but he was relieved to see that you didn't sustain any injuries.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, your hand still enclosed around the graze on your upper arm.

Cecil looked at you for a moment before reaching for the inside of his suit jacket, pulling out a few white adhesive strips.

"These are restorative bands," Cecil explained as he offered them to you. "We developed them specifically to aid our field agents. They should correct your minor flesh wounds within seconds."

Taken aback by the man's deliberate act of kindness, you accepted the aid with little hesitation. You wouldn't have expected this shady government figure to offer his assistance in such a thoughtful way. And although you both had only spoken briefly, his expression of concern for your wellbeing gave you comfort.

After removing your jacket, you placed one of the white strips along the wound on your upper arm. You could feel the cut rapidly seal underneath it. When you peeled it off, you found that the wound had completely disappeared.

"Thank you." Your eyes were cast down, not wanting to make the situation any more awkward.

"You're welcome." Cecil smiled at the sentiment. "There aren't many I've seen that could have taken down those armed men all by their lonesome. I'm just glad you made it out."

You both met each other's gaze for a moment. An unspoken tension growing between the two of you. But before either of you could say anything, you looked away.

You materialized a portal large enough for you to use as an entryway. You looked back at Cecil.

"If you ever need my help again, you know how to find me."

Cecil took in what you said as you disappeared into the void.

[timetravelingcourtney]

A new doll joined the house just in time for Mardi Gras…

There were actually TWO Marie Graces in the bundle I purchased so of course we get to keep one. Those eyes are just so pretty and her hair is in a fancy AG salon do under that hat.

And there were outfits too for goodness sakes. Now, I don’t want her to be lonely so fingers crossed Cecile will find her way to us soon!

PS: there was also a BeForever Samantha with a good chunk of her nose missing and large tears in her otherwise perfect body. She’s en route to the hospital poor baby. I’ve never gotten a full head and torso replacement but I couldn’t stand to see her like that. I was thinking I might embroider a heart over the tears but in the end decided a full fix up was needed because the tears were quite long. Her hair had been done at the AG salon too and I kinda hope they ship her back with that same do.

[otoyandere]

In the role of Blood - Yandere! Otoya x reader One Shot

I'm coming back here!! I want to keep up with this blog, but i sadly didn't had any ideas to write until now!

The Lycoris no Mori drama cd has given me a lot to think of!

I did this on on the POV of Otoya, so I hope you enjoy it!

In this one shot, the reader uses neutral pronouns

And a warning: This one shot has spoilers of Lycoris no Mori, in case you want to evade spoilers of it!

"Look over here, (y/n)!!!! On this play I will get to be Red Riding Hood!!!"

Today was a good day, during the rehearsals of this new project I could be with my beloved (y/n)! They watched me over as I did my best in acting! This time however, was a darker take on a Fairy tale, the director wanted me to be the main character because he said to me I was a perfect fit for Blood!

However, as I read the script, I realized that the story was, very dark. There was more blood involved than I expected, to think Masato would have agreed to do that scene still gives me the chills, but I'm glad he was ok during this, I know the blood is fake, but the way the scene plays out makes it look way too realistic.

And I need to talk about my friends here! Ren was acting as cool as ever! And Cecil also got a similar role to me, and Tokiya got to be the big bad wolf! His outfit was amazing, we only needed the makeup, but it wouldn't be there until the day of the play.

The most important person here for me isn't even acting, it was (y/n)! They always cheer me on backstage, I can't think of a better person! I love them so much, but I have been pretty shy in my feelings, I always slip up on the confession.

Anyways, the play is going live in a week, but the director said I needed to spice up my acting! To act more devasted, acting is fun, but I need to practice as Blood more.

I was reciting my lines more dramatically, but people around me thought I was exaggerating the lines on purporse, no I was trying to emphatize Blood's feelings, I tried to keep up trying to get more and more into my role.

Until, I saw them. They were talking to Tokiya, and he also looked more serious that usual, they were talking without me…

I felt like I was left behind

I have… never felt like this before, or maybe, I have, the only thing I could think about is having (y/n) all for myself, and yet (y/n) looked so happy with Tokiya, I knew they were close friends, but I simply couldn't think of anything else, (y/n) is so cute, and gentle, and (y/n) helped me in everything they could, and yet, they prefered to be with that werewolf…

No, I shouldn't think about Tokiya like that, he knows that I love (y/n) too much, I don't think he would try to steal (y/n) for himself, wouldn't he? I knew he also loved (y/n) a lot, Maybe I shouldn't have told him that I loved (y/n)…

Wait… Why is (y/n) going so close to Tokiya, what are they talking about, did he just hug (y/n)??? Why are you so close to (y/n), Tokiya??? Why? Why am I suddenly thinking about erasing Tokiya? He is my friend, and yet he couldn't keep his promise of not going out with (y/n)? Why I want to push him away? Why am I thinking that… he should be tainted in red?

I tried to not walk to the scene, but I just couldn't stop myself from going there, I needed to know why they were so close, I can't believe you, Tokiya, to think I handed you my feelings for (y/n) and now you are trying to steal (y/n) from me, I can't believe you! I trusted you, Tokiya! Maybe… I should-

"Oh, Otoya, you are doing better in your role as Blood. But I think (y/n) needs our help now"

Our help??? You are the one who is trying to steal (y/n) from…

"(Y/n) has lost their dog some days ago, and it hasn't come back, they need our help after this rehearsal, I'm trying to make them feel better, they miss their dog a lot"

Oh, I misunderstood. I'm glad that my worst nightmare hasn't come true, I don't want to be betrayed, I don't. And I don't want (y/n) to be betrayed either, maybe I was reading the scenery too much.

I will help (y/n)! I will get their dog back! Maybe I will confess myself after this play in case Tokiya wants to do something… but wait, Tokiya didn't want to steal my beloved from me, did he? … (Y/n) Saw that my acting as Blood was fantastic! I'm watching the transmission again, I did a good job at expressing him. I looked devasted on that scene, I was still unsure how I would go on with stabbing Tokiya, despite, again the blood was fake, but yeah, we did our best! Cecil and Ren also were fantastic, thought Cecil did give me some genuine scares with his acting.

Ah, and I could finally tell to (y/n) how I feel about them! They reciprocated my feelings! I'm so happy I could explode, this sure was a nice day! It would have been better if Tokiya didn't give (y/n) some flowers, he said he didn't need the flowers, but maybe he is jealous of the love between (y/n) and I… But, I know deep down Tokiya wouldn't betray me, so I trust him as much as he trusts me!

I just hope he gets a little bit far away from (y/n).