#ghost gun accessories

[oryx-the-nightmare-daddy]

Would not be surprised in the slightest if this poor bastard turns out to have been Immaru

[tiktowafel]

some 1b girl lineups so i can have all my little personal designs in one place :3 slightly inconsistent bc i drew them separately at first but fuck it we ball

no clothes versions that i made for myself to use as templates (yknow so i can draw clothes on top of them without having to draw them over and over again) and showcase my general appearance headcanons

how i think they like to wear their uniforms (looking at bakugo, UA seems pretty liberal about it so i get to have fun lol). obviously what they wear depends mostly on the weather but these are meant to be like,, their favorite combinations?

i really like the "long sleeve shirt with no blazer" look. kind of a shame no one in bnha seems to wear their uniform like this

the most important part!! the costumes!! putting the notes under the cut bc they ended up kinda long

i like Reiko's canon costume a lot, i just decided to give her fingerless gloves and make her kimono long and tattered for the spooky vibes. i used to also draw it with a reversed (right over left) collar bc that's how they dress dead people and Reiko's meant to have this ghost aesthetic but decided against it this time because maybe it's more culturally inappropriate than i think?? idk its not that big of a visual change so i'd rather play it safe

Setsuna is wearing my own costume design that i explained fully in an older post. i still like it, i just gave her spike bands on her legs instead of the same thing she wears on her forearms bc i decided i dont vibe with the total limb symmetry anymore lol

i spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to think up a redesign for Kendo only to settle for her canon costume with extra bandages/cloth wraps (theyre cool) and ordinary combat boots instead of the ones she wears in canon (i just don't vibe with them). i guess sometimes less is more or whatever

Pony is wearing @doodlegraveyard's awesome redesign :) pastel cowgirl swag

Ibara's design is by m0chicakes, i still think its amazing

Yui's costume also takes a lot from doodlegraveyard's design, i just decided to try blue as her accessory color to distinguish her color palette from my Momo design

Kinoko's canon costume is just *chefs kiss* so the only thing i changed was the color of her shoes. her sleeves are short here bc i thought it could look cute for a summer version of her costume, the winter version keeps the long fluffy sleeves. her spray guns were pissing me off so i decided not to draw them but trust me they're here in spirit

i might post winter edits for some of these later :)

edit: posted in a reblog!!

[blingblong55]

american girl dolls and guns-141

A/N: it's a Conan O'Brien thing btw

141 and child reader where reader wants an American girl doll, so they go, sit in a pink room. Big, burly men, all serious, scarred and annoyed but its all worth it because their somehow common "child" is smiling and is just so adorable, so its worth the pain

But..being the child of said soldiers makes reader interesting, "can we name it?" Price asks the lady and she nods. "You absolutely can name your doll."

"What will the name be?" Gaz asked softly.

"Agnes....shhh...fiztofer(don't ask if this is a real last name, I dont know), she is..was born in Germany, her real parents are German. She lives in current times, she entered the united states illegally, and her activities are...suspicious"

The lady stares at the men that at the kid, "uh.."

Ghost, "that's my kid," ruffles readers hair

"We'll have chicken tenders, what's that?" reader says and leans towards the doll. "I don't want-" reader voices the doll. "You're just gonna have to have it, you can't be this way every time." reader shakes their head, Soap is dying of laughter. "I DON'T WANT IT!" the doll says according to reader.

it takes 3 minutes for reader and their doll to agree on something. Price already has a headache. Someway, reader speaks German..well the doll does, cursing the food and reader for being a bad friend. Ghost stares at reader, unaware reader knows German.

This is what happens when Krueger watches over the child for the weekend, Laswell says over the phone.

For two hours, these four men along their small and adorable child, walk around the store, picking clothes, accessories and other stuff. They don't care for the price as long as their adorable child is happy.

[violetpixiedust]

part 2 to this drabble, can also be read as a stand-alone. billy the kid x innocent! burlesque! reader. smut. (18+) ౨ৎ

warm candlelight bathes your small boarding room in a honey amber shade, emitting molten sunlight. billy’s glossy eyes hold the spring skies as he gazes up at you, entranced as your now loose locks tumble down your shoulders, free of any accessories. your stage makeup has since been wiped down to a less intense look, only accentuating your favourite features.

billy still reckons you look like an angel.

he’s sat at the edge of your double bed, dipping into the tough mattress. his denim clad legs are spread shoulder width apart, boots unlaced- hat, suspenders and gun holster strewn to the side table. a tense breath leaves him as your near bare figure straddles his hips, serene silhouette decorated with lacy lingerie. your manicured hand slips between the open lapels of his half unbuttoned shirt, palm laying flat against his heart, feeling the steady thump, thump, thump, quicken with every moment that passes. butterfly wings tickle your ribs causing you to shiver lightly, billy’s calloused fingertips dancing up the outsides of your spine as your sides meld within the curve of his thumbs.

you gently lead him to lie down, releasing an airy soprano sigh when you feel the brunette man harden against the lace of your panties, arching your back. billy unconsciously bucks his hips up, desperately torn between wanting to take his time with you- as difficult as it may be for a man like him, and wanting to ruin you. one of his sun-kissed hands brush up the length of your arm, a whisper of a smile ghosting his chapped lips as he cups your petal soft face within his rough palm. you follow him down, a joint moan intertwining within the approaching autumn air as your lips finally connect. you taste of sweet liqueur, something floral and bubbly, while the sharp taste of billy’s cheap whisky cuts through your kiss, prompting your nimble fingers to begin unbuttoning the rest of the man’s indigo shirt.

“wearing too many clothes, cowboy.” a teasing giggle leaves your stained lips, causing billy to smirk in amusement before he helps you remove his top, quickly discarding it to the hardwood floor. you can’t help but bite along the plush skin of your bottom lip when your warm gaze meets the sight of his toned, tanned muscle. from his shoulders, to his biceps, his torso.. billy tilts his forehead down to touch yours, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“not gettin’ shy on me now, are ya, doll?” you try shaking your head, but the steady weight of billy’s large hand against the back of your neck stops you from doing so. he stares at you intensely, and you realize he’s waiting for a verbal confirmation.

“no.” it’s meek, unbelievable. you try again, straightening your posture as best you can in his hold as you tremble within yourself, anticipation crackling between the two of you like a bonfire. “no, billy.”

he kisses you again, devouring you this time, seeming pleased by your answer. you can’t help but moan softly against his lips, twisting your fingers within his greasy locks as his tongue brushes into your open mouth. billy swears he’s never been in the presence of a woman as angelic as you, convinced he’s dreaming as you melodically moan his name like a prayer.

it isn’t until he’s stripped down to his drawers, kissing down the column of your daisy scented throat- simultaneously leaving a path of stubble burn in his wake, that your small hand brushes past his abdomen. you feel his strong thighs jerk below you at the feeling of your gentle fingertips along his privates, whisky breath hot against your jugular as he groans deep within his throat. “don’ have to do that, angel- i-“ you’re already sliding down to your knees, sure to get splinters from the old hardwood below you, but it’s worth it to see billy’s eyes roll back into his skull at the sight of you. praying at his alter. he wants to tell you that you shouldn’t have to do this. that sweet girls like you deserve to be treated with respect and pampered endlessly, taken care of just like his paw taught him- but billy’s not a strong man, not when it comes to restraining himself from getting what he desires. he’s never been able to.

your heart is beating in your ears as you carefully peel back the final layer, doe eyes fluttering when you finally meet the sight of it. it’s the prettiest one you’ve ever seen by far, out of the two previous. rosy at the tip, a bit paler compared to the rest of billy’s complexion, dark curls smattering the base, a touch wild. long. a pearly bead of ivory dribbles down his mushroom tip, and you can’t help but catch it with the tip of your soft tongue before it’s wasted, shivering at the salty taste. a startled moan escapes the man above you, thighs jerking as a shuttered breath rattles through him. “oh fuck, honey. d-do that again-“

the crotch of your panties become slick at the whining melody of billy pleading for your touch, your mind slowly fading away as you fleetingly attempt to remember what your burlesque sisters had taught you. no teeth, hollow cheeks, wet lips, and don’t forget, relax your throat- you lick a stripe up the base of the man in front of you, eager to please. billy can’t help but white knuckle the sheets below him, expression twisting as he restrains himself from thrusting up into the haven of your warm, wet mouth. you feel like heaven. languid, attentive-

it isn’t until he’s halfway between your lips that you suck, and he’s instantly scrambling.

“shit, shit, shit- h- honey- get off.” billy manages to groan out, pulling your tight little mouth off of him before he accidentally blows his load. a growl barely hides itself in the back of his throat when he hears you whine at the loss of him, unable to stop himself from manhandling you back onto the bed as you squeak. “need these off, doll. please.”

it’s quiet for a moment- besides the rustling of the earth past the smudged window, a few drunken howls from down below disappearing into the inky sky. you cup billy’s face despite his large hand encasing your wrist, watching as his pleading expression fades into delight when you nod giddily. his fingers toy with the satin closure of your bra, searching your hazy gaze for any hesitance before pulling, undoing the flimsy garment. billy has half the foresight to haphazardly toss the lacy piece of clothing away, narrowly missing the flame of a candlestick as his cobalt eyes shamelessly rake over your frame. he can’t help but run his calloused hands over the smooth mounds of your chest, tentatively squeezing, before his thumbs flick your nipples experimentally. the outlaw’s lips part in awe as your back arches perfectly in response, hungrily kissing up your sternum with soft breaths in between, toned arms curling behind your back to keep up his loving assault. “christ, angel. you’re perfect-“ he mumbles against your chest, eyes falling closed as you rake your nails over his shoulders, travelling up his neck, before finally scratching his scalp in a way that has his pelvis thrusting into the empty comfort of your cotton sheets, hissing. “need to taste you.”

a trembling moan escapes your swollen lips at billy’s raspy declaration. you had only heard stories from your burlesque sisters about men who put their mouths on women there. it was foreign to you. a feeling you couldn’t possibly imagine until billy hooks his fingers beneath your lacy panties, gently kissing down your tummy as if you were made of glass, till he was able to pull the skimpy fabric down at eye level. you hear him swear, quickly pushing yourself up onto your elbows before he meets your eyes, sky blue now steel grey with desire. wordlessly, he licks a stripe between your folds.

you’re hooked. caught within billy’s trap when his tongue swirls around the pearl of your clit with precision, alighting your being with shameless desire for the man below you. your soprano moans fill the night air as your thighs shamelessly lock around billy’s ears, his strong arms anchoring around the muscles to keep you in place. “fuck. y’taste like peaches.” billy mumbles blissfully against your pussy, devouring you like a man starved. you can’t help the ringing in your ears, the blood pumping to your core as your hips helplessly arch into the outlaw’s face, his large nose brushing just where you need him the most, sending you over the edge.

billy groans at the sweetness that emits from your core, lapping it up as best he could without completely losing his rapidly withering restraint. “need you inside of me, billy.” the outlaw’s neck nearly cracks with how quickly he looks up at you. you’re ethereal. a light glow of mist dusting your complexion, illuminated by the ever dying candlelight. he watches as your lashes flutter gradually, practically fanning through sticky molasses. billy nods, placing a final few kisses up the inside of your thighs- barely hiding his smirk when you twitch with sensitivity- your torso, till he reaches your lips, whispering as gently as his baritone voice would allow him to.

“lay back.”

you want to be consumed by billy forever, you think, fleetingly.

you just don’t know that the outlaw is already doing everything in his power to make it so.

[brokenpieces-72]

Plastic Badges

CoD Gangster AU

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The next couple of days feel like a blur. They don't go fast, they seem to drag on with you checking your watch. Graves kept telling you to come in, and you know it's just to maintain a facade. Right now, the safest thing you can do is follow along. Nothing but irrelevant paperwork crosses your desk, and you go over it, trying to get it all done, though the letters and numbers all seem to blend together. You really want to take time off and stay at home. On your day off you get called in.

Simon Riley has requested to be questioned by you about the night of the raid. Other officers have tried to question him instead, along with the Los Vaqueros and the 141, but they were less than compliant. Johnny and Alejandro have a temper and an attitude. Alejandro isn't afraid to get loud and Johnny has thrown things a couple times. Rudolfo's answers to questions never give anything away, they're evasive and give nothing that can lay charges. Kyle just kept making small talk or answering with "I don't know" or "maybe". Price has been compliant but given no answers. Simon has simply refused to speak to them. As for Farah and Alex, Alex was able to be released easily enough since there were no major charges, while Farah has only given damning information about businesses in the area. Graves tells you this over the phone, and you ask if you need to come in uniform.

When you put it on, you look in the mirror and... god you look silly. You feel silly. You'd put on the uniform before when you came in the [last couple days. It had all been muscle memory resurfacing, and then a coat over top. When you look in the mirror it feels like a costume, complete with plastic accessories. It feels like you've put on your dad's uniform as a joke saying "look I'm you".

"You're not your father."

Those were Price's words to you that night and they've echoed in your mind. Standing here, it's like he's standing behind you, looking disappointed at what you are. It takes a moment for you to shake off that feeling and head to the police station.

Once you get there Graves meets you with the file to take with you into the interrogation room. He hands it to you, and there's no photo for Simon. You chuckle quietly as Graves heads to the observation room. You stop him.

"I want to conduct it alone." You say. Graves stops with the door partially open. He looks back at you. "Clearly he still has some trust in me, but I'm not going to lose it by having someone spying on us."

Graves doesn't question it, instead he checks to ensure the room is empty before shutting it and standing in front of the door. He gives you a nod, and you take a deep breath.

The room you enter is sparse, with only the table and a couple chairs. At the table, across from you is Ghost, with his hands cuffed in front of him and on the table. Same clothes as before, all dark, and a little baggy, but no armour plating. There's a black face mask covering his face, revealing dirty hair, that's a little messy from wearing a hood. The light in the room does little to bring comfort, with it being an uncomfortable UV. Honestly you wish you could lower the brightness, or turn them off all together. Something about being in the dark with a man who could kill you, and had every reason to felt more comforting than asking him questions in bright lights. You sit down across from him, and open the file, keeping your eyes on the file.

"Simon Riley, born-"

"Yes." He answers before you can finish your sentence. Something about his voice makes you uneasy. It's...compliant. Not defeated but monotone.

"Do you know why you're here?" You ask, moving on to the next question. He says nothing.

"You are being charged with gun violence, murder, destruction of property-"

"I know I am." He says cutting you off again. You know he's choosing his words carefully, so he can't be convicted.

"If you know why you're being charged then why are you refusing to speak?" You ask, trying to sound annoyed rather than desperate. Desperate for him to say something that could get him released.

"I never said I know why I am here, but I know what charges are being laid against. They told me when I was arrested." He exclaims. He wasn't wrong. You shift in your seat, keeping you head down and focusing on the file, looking from paper to paper. You're hardly paying attention to what's written, more using the file as an excuse to avoid looking at him.

"You've been unwilling to speak to anyone else so far. Why?" you ask, still staring down.

"How are you doing?" he asks. You finally look up at the question. Simon is calm, and sitting as comfortably as he can in the chair. There's no anger or frustration in his eyes when he looks at you.

"F-fine." You answer.

"You've been eating? Sleeping?" he asks. You nod. Simon looks at the one way mirror. "Empty?"

You nod again.

“I’m going to ugly in a few minutes.” He says, voice low. “Left pocket, there’s a key. You need to find Nolan. Got it?”

You nod, automatically.

“I have nothing else to say.” Simon says a little louder.

“Hopefully your friends will come around.” You say. He stands up with you, while you reorganize the file and suddenly there’s a table in your face. Simon had flipped it, and you narrowly avoid it hitting you. You hear the faint shouting of Graves calling for assistance. Suddenly Ghost in your face shoving you against the wall. You take the opportunity of his shouting obscenities and shoving as a chance to get at his pocket. Shit wrong one! The door just opened. Get the key get the key. You’re getting grabbed at but manage to get the key into your fist, dropping to ground when the other officers pull Ghost off you. Graves helps you up and the officers get Ghost out of the interview room.

“You okay kid?” Phil asks. You take a moment watching Ghost, and then nod.

“Yeah yeah.” You say and Phil helps you up.

“Come on. You and me, take the rest of the day off.” He says absently, as he gets you out of the interview room. “Let’s get some food.”

You both leave and suddenly you find yourself in a booth at a cheap diner, the key clenched in your fist. Graves was able to make the excuse for you, that you needed to take the rest of the day off since it was your day off regardless. You’d agreed to Simon’s instructions automatically but he hadn’t said why. Only given you the key which you felt biting into your palm now.

“What did Ghost want?” Graves asks. You don’t say anything just staring and thinking. Why Nolan? He was important but he was a thug. Was he connected to the raid last night? What happened? You needed to get the case file. There had to be reports from the raid but how many of them told the truth? Did Nolan know the truth? Where would you start?

Graves puts a hand on your arm, pulling you from your questions. You pull your arm away from him. He sighs at your reaction as you fidget in your seat.

“I did what I had t-“

“Which was what?!” You snap, keeping your voice down.

“Y/n, I could’ve arrested you. Makarov learned about the raid, he got to the tip you left. If I didn’t step in you’d be behind bars.” Graves says.

“…past few days I’ve wanted to be.” You admit. You know why Graves did it. It really fucking hurt though.

“If Makarov got you I don’t want to think about what he would do to you.” Graves says. “Make you an example, use you against the gang.”

You don’t want to admit it but Graves made a call that saved your ass. Ghost seemed to still trust you, but the others you aren’t sure. You still wonder if giving Graves the tip was a good idea or if it had made it all worse because Makarov had gotten hold of it. All you know now, is you need to take control. Simon gave it to you, and Graves held the door open.

“I need to think this all over. I need to solve all of this. So far they can only be charged for the raid but if I can disprove guilt in that case they could walk free?” You look at Graves.

“The reports are damning but overall reasonable. I’m theory it can be used to support a case but not make one.” Graves exclaims. “Makarov hasn’t had a chance to go over them he had to go on leave. Will be gone for a few more days.”

“That’s my time limit.” You say fidgeting again.

“You better be careful and focus on this evidence and only this evidence.”

“If I can bring down Makaro-“

“No.” Graves is very firm and stern when he says it. “Makarov isn’t on the table he’s at the table and you need to keep it that way until you get Price and others off of it. Makarov can easily put things in front of you to lure you away from them. Whatever Makarov is doing right now, you need to see it as your time limit and only your time limit.”

“Save them first, get Makarov buried later.” You say. Graves nods.

“You want a ride home?” He offers.

“No I have somewhere I need to go.” You say.

“This case is yours now, y/n. All of it. You have full access to what you need. Laswell can get you more. Focus on this and then you can get to Makarov.”

The key is burning a hole in your pocket as you arrive at the safehouse. You were extra careful, keeping your head down and taking a ridiculously longer route. You arrive at the door and it’s locked. You take the key from your pocket but it doesn’t fit. Shit. You look around and along the brick walls. There has to be a way in. You notice one that looks a little worn. Bingo.

You pull the brick out and there’s a key to the door inside. You open the door and step inside. You shut and lock it behind you. It’s quiet, and all untouched. It feels like you’re walking into a memory. All the small moments, all the big events that happened in here. There’s a feeling of exhaustion over you, as you feel the desire to plop yourself on the couch. A tiny sound stops you.

There’s a soft pert sound and a soft rub against your legs. You look down and can’t help but tear up a little. Ghost’s stray cat. She was still here. You crouch down and give her some ear scratches, and she hops up, with her front paws on your leg sniffing. You know she’s wondering where Ghost is.

You pick her up and take her to your bedroom. The kittens are still there, a little bigger and eyes starting to open. Mama’s been taking good care of them. You set mama down and she curls up in the box with her kittens. The bed when you sit on it, feels right. You know you’re in the right place, but not why. This was your home for a long time but what was the key for? It had to be something.

You hear the door to the safehouse open. You stand up, and take the gun out of your belt and move toward the entrance. When you poke your head out you see Laswell, Charly, and Alex who both turn and see you. Charly has her brow raised, while Laswell turns to face you. Alex is reaching for his own side arm out of instinct.

“Nice costume.” Laswell comments.

“I’ll go change.” You say lowering your gun and leaving to change.

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[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 20

Danny goes with sam to a gala. Sam does not want to be there but Vlad is planning something. They don’t know what, but it’s Vlad.

Sam parents are just happy she promised to be on her best behavior and wear a awful pink gown. With matching accessories. Danny is forced into a well fitting tux with a matching tie.

Obviously the gala takes place in Gotham.

Sam manages to get her laser watch brought in. They did not let Danny being in a thermos. Sam has two Spector deflectors disguised as bracelets. Just in case of a overshadow scheme.

Surprise surprise. Plasmius makes an appearance. From the looks of it an overshadow scheme to take over everyone in the gala. He brought his paid help skulker with him.

Bruce, Damian and Dick are all visible so there alter egos are out. Jason is who knows where duke probably asleep. Cass and Tim not so much.

Punching ghosts isn’t that effective. Plasmius is keeping Danny visible so he can’t transform.

Sam manages to pass off the laser gun to cass as well as both bracelets. With an warning that only ecto weapons will work and that Danny knows more. So now they have a weapon and Too bad people are starting to get possessed.

Now Tim is obviously going to be able to tell that Danny is at the center of the room. Skulker has started screaming about skinning him alive.

They managed to get Danny away. He just says he needs outside help. Wulf had taught him to make portals. So a glowing green portals opens he goes one sec hops in then immediately phantom comes out.

Phantom just says he left Danny behind as he was a target in a deep voice. So he grabs his thermos from the checked items room and goes hunting.

Deals with the threat and poof in the same way he appeared phantom left and danny popped out.

Danny does not explain anything. The most they got out of him was that he bonded with phantom cause his parents were hunting him.

[swampstew]

Raven's Halloween Party

Summary: Halloween parties are only fun if you try and summon real ghosts, especially if you're really really drunk.

Warnings: Spicy! Modern One Piece AU Raven throws another Halloween Party! Let this be a warning to not drink and summon demons, play responsibly ~ Eustass Kid X Female Monster Reader, drinking, ouija board playing/summoning, risky sex, oral (Eustass receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, facial spray and play, cum eating, all the cum play, bit of degradation/name calling, dom reader pretty much. Word Count: 3.3K

Succubus – a demon entity known as one who wanders the Earth that are attracted to and use men. Since Succubi need semen on to thrive, they form a bond with a man after seducing and sleeping with them repeatedly to solidify the bond, in exchange for semen, the Succubus cannot harm, maim or kill the man. The most common way that Succubus find their prey is through dreams, however, on occasion, they can be summoned through other means.

“I ain’t a pussy! Let’s fucking summon a demon or some shit,” Eustass Kid drunkenly shouted in the middle of the Halloween party he was at.

Killer, Wire, Heat and Law all looked at Kid incredulously. No one had called him a pussy and the conversation was brought upon by Law asking the crew if they believed in ghosts. The costumed crowd dispersed around the group and only a few people remained.

Kid yanked off his metal helmet and shook his head, spraying sweat on Killer and Heat. His red hair stuck in clumps but he didn’t seem to care, putting his costume accessories on the floor and shot gunned his beer.

“So what the fuck are we waiting for?”

The party hostess wearing a rose gold witch costume gave them an old Ouija board and some texts she had on occult topics, told the group to have fun and if they left the room in any state of chaos, she would personally beat the shit out of each and every one of them. And they would owe her cleaning and repair costs.

“Why ya leavin’ – ain’t you a witch?” Kid yelled out before she closed the door.

“My magic is not performative and I don’t do summoning’s with drunken idiots. When you’re sober, we can talk,” she simply responded before flouncing out of the room. The sound of music was raised and they could hear the party getting lively again.

Kid shrugged his shoulders and held up the case of beer he pulled from the kitchen, walking towards the group at the round table. The group consisted of Kid, Killer, Wire, Heat, Law, Sanji, Zoro, Franky, Robin, Perona, and Bartolomeo. The Ouija board sat in the middle with the books stacked neatly beside, a large black candle on a tall candelabra dimly lit the room, but it gave enough light to see the board and each other’s faces.

“Can we all agree to play with honor? No fucking around with the planchette?” Law looked around the table but his eyes lingered on Kid.

“Fuck off, not gonna try nothin!” Kid scoffed, crushing a beer can. To seal the truce, everyone shot gunned a beer and Kid complained he wouldn’t do the ‘demon bullshit’ without a drink in hand. In both hands he brought back another double pack of beer and bottle of liquor.

“Gee Kid, hope you’re not compensating for anything,” Killer dryly said, his arms crossed over his bare torso as the leaves stuck to his body did nothing for the crisp temperature.

With an annoyed pout, Perona shrugged off her fuzzy overcoat from her villainess costume but Franky put up a hand to stop her. He took off his overly large coat and handed it to Killer, sitting back down in his speedo and bowtie, in a couples costume with Robin as a famous romantic, gothic couple.

“Franky darling, always a gentleman,” Robin leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Everyone placed a finger on the planchette and settled over the Ouija board. For a solid minute, nothing happened.

“I think we need to ask if a presence is willing to speak to us,” Robin smiled at the others.

“Oh! Okay, hey Mr. Ghost – or Missus Ghost if yer a girl, it don’t matter either way! But if you’re here, can you let us know?” Bartolomeo barked out.

Kid was going to close his eyes, but he kept his mouth shut when he felt a subtle movement on the board, like a magnet was pulling him across the wood stain surface. Everyone without hidden faces looked in utter shock as they collectively felt the planchette move them to the corner of the board. The corner that said: YES.

Kid’s silence lasted less than 10 seconds, “Are you hot?”

The planchette did not move.

“I can’t tell if that’s an answer…”

The planchette did not move.

“Good going Eustass-ya, you scared our guest,” Law snapped.

“Pussy!”

Sanji took a sip of his cocktail, “I think it was a valid question.”

The group moved the planchette back to the center and Killer took the lead. “Do you have a name?”

The planchette moved across the board: Y/N.

“Do you remember how you died?”

NO.

“Do you know where you are?”

YES

“Are you from here?”

NO.

“Can you prove to us you’re real and not one of these assholes playing a prank?” Kid interrupted, bored of the line of questioning.

The planchette stopped moving and everyone stared at it in anticipation.

Nobody moved, nobody batted an eye, nobody said a word.

Then Kid’s open beer was knocked into his lap, spilling through his admittedly few armor plates and clothes underneath the costume layers.

“OH FUCK OFF!” Kid screeched, abruptly rising from his seat, and pulling his finger off the planchette.

“You can’t break the communication like that!” Perona yelled angrily after the redhead who stomped into the adjoining bathroom to clean himself off.

“Sh-should we stop?” Bartolomeo sounded spooked behind his costume.

“I mean…we asked for a demonstration and we got it. Do we want to push our luck?” Heat chimed in.

Everyone at the table carefully considered each other as they waited for Kid to return.

“Well nothing ominous has happened since Kid walked away from the session so I can assume there is a way to rectify this without repercussions,” Robin finally offered.

“Nah nah I wanna have words with it!” Kid walked out of the bathroom, stripped of his bottoms save for a speedo. He took off all the metal plates of his armor and stacked them with the rest of his costume in the corner, keeping the extreme crop top on.

“I think we’re the only ones who didn’t get the Speedo memo,” Perona elbowed Zoro.

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” Zoro shrugged in his monk robes.

“EW! ZORO! THAT’S NOT CUTE!”

Robin giggled, “I’m not wearing underwear either.” Franky let out a supportive cheer with a possessive arm over Robin’s shoulder.

Perona looked perturbed while Sanji pulled from the planchette to grab tissue from the bathroom and clean up his sudden bloody nose.

Law rubbed his temples from behind his slasher costume, “You’re all liabilities. Messing with this board could have terrible implications if we don’t properly end this session. Everyone get back in your seats!”

Wire passed Law a beer and opened it with one free hand, “Chill out, serial mood killer.”

Properly regrouped, they tried to summon the spirit that spoke to them but after a ten minute silence they said goodbye and properly ended the session.

“Well that was anticlimactic,” Sanji lit a cigarette.

“Ittsa scam. I bet serial killer surgeon here knocked the table to make the beer fall over,” Kid sneered at Law.

“I swear I didn’t! You pissed it off with your crappy attitude,” Law shot back.

“One more try. Kid will behave himself, right?” With a kick under the table, Kid grunted affirmatively.

The group tried again. After five minutes, something answered them.

“Are you the same spirit as before?”

YES.

“We are sorry for our rude friend. We appreciate you willing to try again,” Killer said firmly. “Are you friendly?”

YES.

“Can you tell us anything?”

The group watched with wide eyes as the planchette moved and began spelling out an answer.

WANT.

“What do you want?”

CONTRACT.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

“For what?”

LIFE.

Perona shrieked causing Zoro to spill his beer, he briefly lifted his finger before planting it right back on the planchette, nervously glancing around the others to see if they noticed.

“OK! That’s gonna do it for me,” Sanji stubbed his cigarette. “End it please!”

“Don’t be a pu—” Kid’s taunt was cut short when the table began to rattle. “OI WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“Respectfully, we need to say goodbye!” Killer shouted and they collectively moved the planchette to the goodbye marker on the board.

The table rattled for a few more seconds before it ended.

The party goers looked at each other before rising from their seats, eager to get back to the party. Kid lingered in the room, not wanting to put back on the still wet, and tedious components of his costume. Killer told Kid to hang tight and he would see if the hostess had any clothes or a blanket she no longer wanted.

Throwing himself on the couch in the room, Kid drank directly from the bottle he stole as he let his mind get hazy. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he heard a light tapping on the door.

“Enter!” he called out, assuming it was the party hostess with the clothes. Through his bleary and smudged eyes, he could see a woman in a pink colored costume approaching him. “Y’got somethin’ for meee?” he drawled.

The figure didn’t say anything but she gently pulled the bottle from his hand and put it on the ground. Then, she straddled his lap.

“I doooo,” she cooed in his ear, pressing her pink corset into his torso. “Want to have some fun, big guy?”

“I like fun,” Kid grinned stupidly. “Like yer costume – what are ya…uhh demon fairy??” his fingers curled around the horns sprouting from her scalp. “Feels real, you a makeup artist or something?”

She didn’t answer, only quietly purred and pressed herself intimately closer to him, shamelessly rubbing herself softly against his crotch. He wasn’t not interested. He was always down for a quickie. His hands moved down to cup her near-bare ass. The short shorts she was wearing scarcely covered her cheeks but he loved the plump feeling in his hands as he squeezed.

“What’s your name?” he husked, answering her rutting with his own.

“Y/N.”

That made him pause, the name sounded familiar but in that moment, drunk and horny were fighting for dominance in his mind. The fighting ceased as Y/N pressed soft lips against his and he answered with eagerness.

“’sa pretty name,” he groaned as his speedo felt unbearably tight. “I’m Kid.”

“I know,” she whispered in his ear before kissing down his jaw. “Had my eye on you from the moment I saw you,” she nipped his neck.

“Been watching me all night?”

“Not all night but I plan to keep you for the rest of it,” she giggled.

“Sounds good to me,” he thrusted his tongue down her throat as he pulled his cock free of its confines, slowly jerking himself as the mysterious woman humped his muscled thigh. He could feel hot wetness leak through the sheer fabric as she moaned into his ear.

He didn’t have to prompt her, she slid down off his lap and started licking and kissing his cock before taking him in her hands and blowing him. Kid let his head hang on the cushion as Y/N bobbed up and down on him, enjoying the impromptu blowjob. The thrill of someone walking in on them high.

He didn’t care.

Kid grabbed the back of her hair and pushed her face down until she was gagging. He allowed himself a few more shallow thrusts before popping her off and bringing her mouth to his. As he desperately kissed her, his free hand ripped the seam of her shorts freeing her juicy pussy. His fingers pumped into her hot cunt as she whimpered into his mouth.

“Is not enough!” she finally whined, bouncing desperately on his fingers. “Need your cock!”

“Then sit on it, slut!” he growled, pulling his fingers out and aligning his cock to her entrance. Kid was left gaping as she slammed her hips down, sheathing him completely. She let out a pleased cry.

“So fffuuuullll,” she moaned. Grinding herself on him, she kept his head at an angle with her fist in his hair, smothering his lips with her own. Kid struggled where to grab her, wanting to feel and pinch all of her at once but settled for smoothly gliding his hands around her body and giving generous squeezes over his favorite areas.

Each squeeze elicited a honeyed moan from the demon fairy woman, each moan accompanied by a rabid binge of slamming her hips flush to him, her walls squeezing his cock in a vice grip. With a snarl, his fingers dug into her skin to anchor himself from finishing so quickly, he stilled his hips but that didn’t stop her as she fucked him even faster.

“Iiiii neeeeeedddd yoooouuuuuu,” she wailed, pressing herself down on him as much as she could, grinding on him to deepen his reach. “PPPLLLLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEEE!!!”

With a burst of stamina, Kid grabbed her hips and rapidly thrust upwards overtaking her pace. That tipped her into a scream as she clamped on him tighter than before, her walls convulsed eerratically.

“OOHH – FUCK!” Kid breathed through his nose as he came inside her while she kept grinding on him. Like she was milking him. Using him. Not that he was complaining as he shut his eyes and let it happen, lightly grunting as the pleasure shot through him with each rope. Feeling the stickiness against her walls as it started to flow down.

“Do I need to buy you Plan B or somethin?”

Y/N giggled, “No, it’s ok. I can’t get pregnant.”

“Ah birth control?”

“Sure.”

“Cool,” he sighed, helping her move off him. She settled on the ground between his legs, and to his shock began licking his cock clean of the leftover seed that had dripped on him. He found that real fucking hot. Could feel himself eager for round two as her lips pursed around his tip, popping off with a crisp sound.

“I knew you’d have a big dick,” she smiled, moving to sit on his lap. Her thigh kept his cock upright. She moved her fingertips over the head when she saw some cum bead at his slit, “Wanna be fuck buddies? I have a high libido and I’m hoping you can match that.”

A line of drool spilling from his open mouth as he felt hypnotized under her touch. Nodding, “I’ll leave you exhausted and bruised up if you want.”

“I want my brains fucked out. Daily,” she said, forming a fist and giving him one full stroke. He keened into her hold, needy for more. “Whenever I want.”

“Put me on your speed dial.”

She started a lazy but firm pace, “I’m into a lot of things, I need a brave man.”

“I’ll teach you things you’ve never heard of,” Kid husked.

Y/N tripled her pace, stopping to twirl around his tip a few times and smearing more precum down his shaft.

“I don’t want you fucking anyone else. I’ll cut your dick off.”

“Jealous kind eh? That’s fair I suppose. Same goes for you, or are you a dirty whore who likes to be used by a lot of hot guys?”

She held him by the base of his cock, with her free hand she tugged on his sack tautly, “And girls. I’m down for monogamy. I prefer it actually. We have a bond?”

“If I say yes can will you let me cum on your pretty face?”

“I’ll let you cum anywhere you want, anytime you want. I crave your cum. In me. On me. Oozing out of my holes,” she gave his sack a twitch of a tug before letting go, and fisted his cock until it was deep red.

Y/N let him take control of his orgasm as his hand replaced hers, jerking off furiously as she settled in front of him with her eyes closed and her mouth wide open.

With shaky groans, Kid shot all over her face, fascinated by the way the ropes dangled in thin strands as they fell from the peaks of her cheek, nose, and chin, drizzling downwards. He watched through lidded eyes as she licked around her lips, seeing the creamy seed spread on her tongue and slide down her throat. The way she smeared the cum on her face with her fingers and then lapped it off her hands had him hard all over again.

Her hot mouth was on him immediately and for the first time in his life, Eustass Kid let out a whimper at the overstimulation. Y/N pushed him back into the couch and mounted him once more.

The Halloween party had reached its peak and the house was booming with music and laughter. None the wiser of the pleasured howls and demonly groans that came from the sequestered room.

Kid’s skin felt on fire and he felt like he was treading water with how sweaty and tired he felt before Y/N had her fill. He’d never had a partner with stamina that could match his, much less wear him out. She said she wanted to leave the room first. He didn’t give a shit but he was a nice enough guy to respect a girl’s boundaries.

“When can I see you again?” he leaned against the wall completely naked.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll find you soon enough. Gotta establish some things first. See you later, Kid,” she kissed him softly, tied a lanky towel around her waist, and snuck out of the room.

With a snort, Kid went back to the couch and wondered if he had a fever dream or something. There was no possible way that just happened. That NO ONE had stopped by, not even Killer who was supposed to bring him back clothes. Kid had checked before Y/N left too, no clothes had been left in the hallway for him. Looking around for his phone, he pulled it out from between the soiled couch cushions and realized the time.

It hadn’t been more than half an hour since the Ouija board game had ended.

“What the—” Kid was interrupted by sharp knocking on the door.

“Enter?”

Killer passed in with clothes in hand. The blonde, still wearing Franky’s suit jacket, kicked the door close and threw the clothes at Kid.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NAKED AND ERECT!”

“Met a freaky little demon and rocked her underworld,” Kid smirked, looking at the pile in his lap. “You probably ran into her as she made her escape. Had horns, a towel around her waist?”

Killer tilted his head at the redhead, “There was no one in the hallway. I didn’t see anyone wearing a towel leave the party.”

“She’s hot as fuck, no way you missed her.”

“Whatever, you probably had a wet dream. God please don’t tell me you ruined the couch…”

Kid tuned out Killer’s complaining as he got dressed. Confused at how a dame like her had gotten in and out of the party unnoticed. Masking the caked fluids with beer and leaving an apology note with cash paper clipped to it, the two friends left the room and rejoined their friends.

Soon after the crew left and Kid felt haunted. No one he asked at the party recalled the woman he described, nor her outfit. As if she didn’t exist. Without much energy in him, he bid his friends goodnight as he went home and to bed.

Tossing and turning for a few hours, Kid couldn’t get the woman out of his mind. Not the soreness of his body, nor the abnormally light feeling in his testicles.

With a sigh, he opened his phone and thumbed through the photos to see if he had caught a picture of her. When he found no success, he resigned to himself that it was in fact a wet dream. Before he turned off his phone, he clicked on his contact list when he noticed an update notification.

There was a new contact in his phone – Y/N.

Sorry for the late post but yay we won :}

[mactavishwritings]

Can you do hc for the 141 with an s.o. that wears EGL fashion or fairy kei or just generally pastel girly stuff? How would they react to their partner?

ghost: when you two are off, it is a sight to behold. you dressed in all pink and lace while ghost is in all black. doom and sunshine. he adores that you don’t care about what others think.

soap: he likes to add some of your accessories into his outfits. the occasional pink bracelet. a heart necklace. a purple/lilac shirt with his usual dark jeans. he likes to match when you two can.

gaz: he will specifically style you with items he buys you. he knows a bunch of great websites to get your clothes from so he always is adding a little touch to each of your outfits.

price: he thinks it’s so cute. he once took one of your bracelets and added it to his favorite gun so he would always have a reminder of you on all his missions.

[loadedberetta]

5 Minute break // Ghost x Reader (fem no body desc)

cw mentions of smoking, guns and shooting

You planted your back against the tall brick wall just below the sign that proclaimed this very spot as a smoking area. A tall tree hung over the top of the wall, shading the whole parking lot. It filtered out most noises of the city, making the inner courtyard a cosy little space. From the other three sides, a tall, glassy apartment building encased the little asphalted eden. Smoke almost always rose from the spot you stood at, as all the people working in the multi-storey office building came down to have a break. As you did too. But the people close to you in the office knew you didn't smoke, and stopped offering you cigs long ago.

"You wan' one?" A new voice asked from moderately far away, as you just finished guessing the daily word in the game on your phone. As you registered someone coming closer to you, you looked up. He was a Brit, comfortably in his 40s. If you wouldn't have been an expert in men his age, you would have easily taken him to be a bit younger.

The thick but carefully trimmed locks of dirty blonde hair suited him, sometimes even falling towards his forehead, covering some of the gathering wrinkles below them. His browbone directed your gaze down to his eyes, brown pools of mature coyness. If dark chocolate, coffee, and brown leather had a lovechild, it would be that colour. His nose bent in a sharp line, that set a commanding effect to every small movement with his head, you imagined. Disappearing below a cloth mask that was pulled up to cover his ears halfway too, hid an angular and sharp face; that was all you could figure out before he pulled down the mask. His mouth angled downwards, pink lips contrasting the scars littered across his face, one particular one tearing into the supple flesh of his upper lip.

You noticed yourself staring when he disrupted the line of his mouth with the white, slim body of a cigarette. It stuck to his mouth as he spoke:

"Hey, I asked d'you wan' one? You look like you need it."

Shaking your head a little, you looked up embarrassed, to meet his inquisitive eyes. As soon as you saw he read your gaze, his crow's feet deepened, and he nudged your limp hand beside you with the box.

"Take one."

You finally found your voice again. Or so you thought. The words came out breathy and cracked.

"I don't smoke, thank--" You coughed into your elbow a few times, thanks to the small amount of saliva that you inhaled when trying to clear your throat. So much for first impressions. He didn't bat an eye, but his hands did stop mid-air.

"No, it's fine, light it." You told him after clearing your throat one last time. He lowered his hand, however.

"I'm fine actually. I'm… trying to quit."

Looking up at him with sorry eyes, you flashed a weak smile at him, not knowing what to say. He pulled out the box again and put the white stick away. You had just noticed how he was wearing all black. Boots, trousers, and shirt. All black. Something still showed through it all. A concealed bulletproof vest was comfortably hugging his frame. And to top it all off, the belt you mistakenly took for a utility belt until now, holstered a standard issue pistol, some cuffs, and other accessories of a security officer.

"…head security officer."

Dumbfounded yet again by him in the last two minutes, you looked up at him, meeting his eyes that harboured a strange darkness in them, as if they could tell a thousand stories.

"I'm the new head security officer. Simon Riley."

Finally coming to your senses, you managed to answer without swallowing saliva into your lungs. In the next moment, you had to realize though, that you have in fact swallowed nothing into your lungs. It felt as if he created the air unbreathable around you but in a good way. When you realized you were supposed to tell him what you were doing at the complex, his hand was already out to shake yours. You barely managed to blurt your own name back. He practiced it once, and a small smile settled on his face as he pronounced it back correctly.

"I'm… the sales director at John Rigby on…"

"…the third floor. I know."

Ah, he probably knows it from…

"…the safety briefings. I had to learn the place from the inside out, including all the people who work here. It's sort of… compulsory." For the safety company. A gun manufacturer's sales office is a bit conspicuous and would stand out for every trained eye. Just like his, as they were surely trained on you. From the first moment, he was surveying you. Breaking you down to sheer components, and putting you back together, without as much as saying a word. And you could deal with him, picking you apart. You wanted to remain composed and divert his attention from your features, so you commented snarkily on his appearance:

"Why have you got a safety vest then, and I don't?" You crossed your arms, coercing your delicate breasts upwards, forcing him to choose between talking while looking into your eyes or talking and staring at your tits. He chose the obvious third way, and darted his eyes with painful precision across your body, raking in every last drop of the sight.

"Because bodies like yours don't get shot at." When the compound higher-ups hired this new company, you had high expectations. Optically, they were in the clear so far, and you filed away that for later.

"And what if they do?"

"Then we did our job fucking poorly." He said with a hint of swagger, yet still sounding responsible and capable. After all, he was your new security officer.

After a moment of silence, you decided your break was up. If you spent any moment more out here, you were sure your clothes would have melted off of you, you were so hot. Despite the sun not being able to reach you through the high concrete walls around the spot, you felt hotter than ever, a damp patch growing in your panties with each passing moment prompting you to leave urgently.

For now... As you knew you hadn't seen the last of him yet.

my first long-ish work in a hot minute, I'm very insecure about it. have at it I have more thoughts on security guard Ghost. not betad by a long shot; it might contain some mistakes for which I apologize, this was like a year-old piece I renod

[fedtothenight]

hello my belovedest, if you have suggestions, I'm looking for a fresh, slightly sweet fragrance for special occasions. preferably nothing too strong or overpowering, as they tend to give headaches. no preferences on masc/fem/unisex. ty in advance and sorry if I'm inadvertently rude

hello beloved!! mmm this is tricky because it’s the opposite of what i would go for and i’m not sure what you mean by special occasion (date? weddings? evenings out?) but here’s a few that come to mind and are not insanely expensive. i haven’t tried most of them (i will mark the ones i have smelt and liked with (x!)) but they may fit the bill:

lazy sunday morning by replica (x)

father figure or missing person by phlur

pear inc. by juliette has a gun

white musk by the body shop (though this is more of an everyday scene - i have it! it’s lovely for the summer!)

pomegranate noir by jo malone (x)

isolabella by narcisse taormina (this one is a sicilian house!) (x) — i also love their zuccarata and colazione a taormina

pure musc by narciso rodriguez

l’eau papier by dyptique

white musk by monotheme venezia (super cheap)

outside of these, i can only think of niche perfumes even i wouldn’t buy full sizes or because they’re insanely expensive: mojave ghost or blanche by byredo, valaya by perfumes de marly, 724/gentle fluidity by mfk…

i wouldn’t bind buy any fragrance though — try and get samples! hope this helps (and not rude at all).

edit + self reblog moment to say where you could probably find some of these:

sephora

notino (they should have a policy whereby you can get a sample of the full bottle you're buying, try the sample, and return the bottle for a full refund if you don't like it)

amyrisessenze

independent perfume shops

remember you can also get equivalenti (dupes) of a lot of the most expensive perfumes i mentioned last! many accessories / perfume shops have them. :)

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Death by Exposure

Written for the Phic Phight Prompts: At first Danny had been worried sick that Wes had figured out that he was Phantom, but when no one believed him it had sort of become funny. Still, after the anti-ecto act, and the GIW, and his own parents very public very violently vitriolic screeds against ghosts, Danny had to wonder what he'd ever done to Wes that the guy would risk exposing Danny to all that. (from @hpwotters-blog, or at least I think that's you're tumblr.), and Wes Weston wakes up to find an injured Phantom on the fire escape. (from @half-deadmagicperson)

Other prompts that will be included in later chapters but aren't in this one:

With how much time he spends on basketball and his delusional conspiracy theories, no one would ever suspect that Wes Weston has another secret hobby… (from @kadziduo)

And Wes has been spending more and more time around Fenton and Co. lately - hey! he’s only trying to get some much-needed evidence against them, not trying to get all buddy-buddy with them. And anyway, they’re an entirely annoying bunch, so he wholeheartedly blames them for the fact that he’s currently being monologued at by the ghost holding him hostage. (from @a-closet-emo)

Chapter 2: Exposome

AO3 Link

[Warnings for: violence, blood (ectoplasm) and injury, and guns]

Much to Danny's relief, everything continued on more or less as normal. His classmates didn't shoot ecto-blasts him while he walked down the halls, the G.I.W. didn't raid his house to abduct him for experimentation, and no matter what had been said at that presentation, the school's generally positive opinion of Phantom had remained intact, just like Sam had said it would.

The only thing that really changed was that most of the student body started wearing Fenton Wrist Rays to school. Some of the girls customized them by painting them with nail polish or gluing rhinestones to them. One girl even soldered tiny loops onto hers so she could attach charms to it. They were an accessory more than a weapon, now, and Danny found his worry subsiding.

Another thing that didn't change was Wes Weston. "I'm telling you people! Look at this!" He held up a picture of Danny with photoshopped white hair and green eyes. "Tell me he doesn't look like Phantom! You can't!"

"Yeah, and I bet if you photoshopped white hair on a picture of yourself, you'd look like Phantom too," one of the cheerleaders heckled.

"You know, there's a really easy way to prove if he's Phantom or not," an upperclassman pointed out, holding up his wrist to show off the silver bracelet there in demonstration. "These ray things don't hurt humans, right? If you really wanna prove he's Phantom, you can just give him a little zap, and see what happens."

Wes looked at the upperclassman, mouth agape in horror. "I'm not gonna shoot him!" he said, aghast at the very idea. Wes didn't even wear his wrist ray to school, and tended to scoff at the assertion that ghosts were all that dangerous at all. "I wanna prove he's Phantom not put him in the hospital."

"Uh-huh, sure." The junior scoffed and shook his head. "Sounds to me like you just don't want us all to see how wrong actually you are."

"Harmless or not, you know we're not allowed to shoot those things at each other," Sam interrupted harshly. "Unless you want detention, I suggest you put a sock in it. Come on Danny."

He followed her to their usual lunch table with Tucker right behind him. 

"I guess you guys were right about Wes not wanting to hurt me," Danny noted as they took their seats. "He may be an asshole, but it's nice to know he has some standards." Just as Danny was about to take a bite of his sandwich he felt his ghost sense go off and his breath misted in front of him. He put his food down with a deep, deep sigh. "I gotta ghost. If I'm not back by the time class starts, take notes for me, okay?"

"You got it, dude," Tucker said. "Do what you gotta do."

Danny sprinted to the bathroom to transform and then took off to deal with Cujo, who'd apparently decided to terrorize a pick-up game of catch on the football field by chasing the ball and tackling the players. Thankfully, Danny would definitely be able to take care of it before Valerie caught wind, but it gave him a bit of a scare when he got there and saw that one of players had activated their wrist ray and was trying to shoot Cujo.

"Stop that! Don't hurt him!" Danny shouted, firing a warning shot in front of the guy's feet to make him back off. "He's just trying to play with you. He doesn't know any better. Cujo! Come!" Cujo turned to look at Danny and happily trotted over to him, tongue lolling. "Good boy." Danny knelt to scratch Cujo behind the ears.

The little dog hadn't even gotten too excited and grown to the size of a shed, and yet these kids had tried to shoot him anyway. Thank the Ancients that they respected Phantom enough to stop when he told them to.

"Is he... friendly?" asked the guy who'd shot at Cujo, cautiously deactivating his wrist ray.

"Oh yeah," Danny assured. "And he's actually well-trained, too, but if he gets over-excited, well, he becomes a bigger problem. He's still friendly, but he's just a dog, and he doesn't know his own strength sometimes."

"Can I pet him?"

"Sure," Danny said. "He won't mind." The student let Cujo sniff his hand before stroking the dog's head.

"Ha," he was clearly amazed that he was able to do something like this at all, and his mouth fell open in awe. "Woah, he feels so weird, like if water could hold a shape."

"You mean like ice?" scoffed one of the other guys he'd been playing catch with.

"No, man! I can't describe it. You gotta feel it for yourself."

Skeptically, the other guy came closer and did the same as the first, cautiously stroking the dog's fur. Cujo rolled over to let them pet his belly, basking in the attention. "Oh, wow that does feel weird."

"I know, right?!"

"Sorry to cut this short, but I really need to get Cujo out of here before Valerie finds him, because she kind of blames him for ruining her life."

"Why's that?"

"Because he kind of accidentally ruined her life," Danny answered with a shrug scooping the dog up. Cujo wriggled for a moment, getting comfortable in Danny's arms before popping his head up, excited for the flight. The nearby students all said goodbye to both Phantom and Cujo. The two who'd been brave enough to pet him thanked Phantom for that opportunity.

Flying home with the ghost dog in his arms to usher him through the Fenton Portal, Danny grinned with relief, and hope. It seemed like the students of Casper High were more inclined to trust Phantom over the government. Maybe he could even convince them that what they were learning about ghosts was wrong, that ghosts could think and feel just like humans did.

After sneakily dropping Cujo off in the Ghost Zone, Danny flew back to school, but a newspaper vending machine stopped him in his tracks. The front page headline read "Phantom menace poisoning the minds of our schoolchildren!" It was an article about how Phantom was supposedly brainwashing the local youth into liking and trusting him. It warned parents to remind their children that all ghosts were evil, and dangerous, even if they appeared to act otherwise.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Danny flew the rest of the way back invisibly.

All Danny's hopes were dashed in short order as the situation grew steadily worse. The school installed ghost detector alarms that would wail anytime Danny got within six feet of them in his human form, which of course had Wes chomping at the bit to scream, "Fenton is Phantom! He keeps setting off the ghost detectors! If that's not proof, I don't know what is!"

"Danny got ecto-contaminated from one of our parents experiments a while ago," Jazz said calmly as she passed them in the hall. "If he was a ghost he would activate them from much further away."

"Yeah, what she said," Danny agreed. That, at least, was true. When he turned into Phantom, any ghost detector within thirty feet of him went off. His human form suppressed his ecto-signature enough to sow doubt in Wes' theory.

Danny's parents started giving speeches in the park about "ghost safety" that basically consisted of them spewing vitriolic ghost hate for an hour straight, and teaching ordinary people how to kill ghosts. They made Danny come to their first speech. When it was over he locked himself in his room until the morning, skipping dinner because he felt too nauseated to eat anything. 

Eventually, the propaganda started to work, and even some people at school started to believe that ghosts were evil. There were still others who disagreed, some because they wanted to believe in their ghostly hero and others simply to spite their parents, as teenagers were wont to do.

The worst was when the government gave approval for the G.I.W. to start doing anti-ghost patrols in Amity Park. Danny tried to go out as Phantom less, by the Ancients he tried, but despite their improved training, the G.I.W. just couldn't hold up to certain stronger ghosts, and they weren't immune to overshadowing either. Besides that, Danny had to protect the ghosts too.

It was one thing to let the G.I.W. chase them off, but they tried to capture ghosts for experimentation as much as possible, which Danny couldn't let fly. He wasn't about to let even his worst enemies go through anything like that. Then there were the ghosts that specifically targeted Danny, like Skulker, and forced him to transform and fight, disregarding the danger to both of them. Taking all that into consideration, try though he did, Danny actually ended up as Phantom even more often than before.

With so much more being piled onto his plate, Wes' continued campaign to expose Danny's secret stopped being funny again, and became annoying, and eventually, Danny was forced to wonder why. Why was Wes still so determined to expose him?

Surely he wasn't completely blind to everything going on. He had to know that there were laws in place that stripped Danny of all his rights as a human being, just because he had ectoplasm in him. He must have heard about all the vile things Danny's own parents said about Phantom during their "ghost safety" speeches. And there was absolutely no way the G.I.W. patrols could've escaped Wes' notice.

So why? What had Danny ever done to Wes that he would risk exposing—no, that he would do everything in his power to expose Danny to all of that? Sure, Danny had messed with him a little, had teased him, but so what? He'd never done anything to Wes that put him at risk of being dissected. What had Danny done to deserve all this?

Danny had feared Wes once, then laughed at him, then vaguely disliked him, but now Danny had grown to actually hate the guy. He resented Wes for continuing his potentially deadly efforts against Danny as the stakes rose ever higher.

Then the unthinkable happened. The G.I.W caught up to Phantom, shot him out of the sky. Danny took two shots to the back, one to the side, and one to the leg before was able to give them the slip by turning intangible and traveling underground.

It was spring break. Sam's family had dragged her into some fancy retreat that they wouldn't let her worm her way out of. Jazz was touring out-of-state colleges with their mom, and they wouldn't be back until the following afternoon. Tucker had gone to his family reunion. Danny had assured them that he would be okay. He'd promised he'd be careful.

And now he was bleeding out. Ectoplasm and flecks of blood soaked his jumpsuit, and he was sure he'd broken several bones when he'd fallen out of the sky and hit the ground hard. He couldn't go home, not in this condition. The house's ghost defenses would finish him off in an instant. He could go to his friend's places, but there would be no one there to help him, and he couldn't properly treat the wounds on his back by himself. He needed help. He needed someone who knew, who wouldn't hand him over to his parents or the Guys in White.

And he needed them fast because he could tell he was about to pass out, and he couldn't risk someone finding him unconscious and calling the G.I.W. on him. There was only one option available to him. Reluctantly, he flew west, huge drips of ectoplasm falling rapidly from his open wounds, splattering on the street below. The ecto-blasts had singed his skin too badly, preventing him from healing as fast as he normally did. The edges of his vision started to blacken as he flew sluggishly, awkwardly through the air, barely avoiding another anti-ghost patrol.

Finally, he reached his destination.

His only chance.

He landed heavily on the fire escape with a loud clang. The second his feet hit the metal, his knees buckled and he blacked out momentarily, unable to go any further. So there he was, helpless and injured, outside the bedroom window of none other than Wes fucking Weston, desperately hoping he hadn't just made a huge mistake.

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KANEKO’S CRIB NOTES LXIV: KANEKO’S BIZARRE CRIBS

Our most monochromatic volume yet! Hirohiko Araki and his magnum opus Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure have achieved critical levels of popularity and cultural cachet worldwide and the demand is only going to get frothier thanks to the smooth animation of David Production and seamless distribution from Netflix. Kazuma Kaneko? Obviously a hip cat like him was into Jojo before it was cool. So like how David Production and Netflix keep killing it, you could say the same for Megaten; only Kaneko drew all these before Doi murdered him with an ORA ORA ORA from Amon’s horrible arms.

OCELOTL: Also known just as Ocelot, this is one of the jaguars that ate the giants of the First World in Aztec myth; being a cat, Kaneko molded the design around a then more contemporary former feline (who loves Yoshikage Kira): Stray Cat.

BS RECONSTRUCTION SOLDIER VULCAN: These ne’er-do-wells from Maken X’s London stage don’t just borrow Stroheim’s chest-gun: when they fire it in the game, they pose like him, too!

ACHERI: This obscure Indian ghost of a little girl follows quite literally in the footsteps of Alessi and his shadowy Stand, Sethan!

IXTAB (PROTOTYPE): Seen in Devil Summoner World Guidance, this male design for Maya suicide goddess Ixtab went unused for being too blunt a depiction of the subject, despite wearing the Stone Mask of vampiric immortality. The latter artifact was likely chosen as an accessory because of its origin from the proximate Aztec culture.

+PLUS: Our previous Jojo crib featuring Thanatos and Okuyasu’s father! & Special thanks to @dijeh for assistance with this volume!

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Design for Existing: The Joan Thursday-Strange Conundrum (with back-up vocals by Endeavour Morse and Fred Thursday)

When I first started watching, I bristled against Joan Thursday's characterization, especially in late-s4/early-s5; her relationship with Morse felt forced, in part because it was forced... post-"Coda," if they don't get together, they're never going to! (They're also never going to because there was never a Mrs. Morse in canon, and despite giving Morse a smoking habit and a hot Italian duo to flirt with and bed in series 7, which goes directly against TV Morse canon, giving Morse a wife seems a bit too far, right?)

But still: "Coda." Russ Lewis may not know how to write women past being accessories (or cold-blooded MILFy murderesses), but he at least gave Joan Thursday an exit that could have meant she strikes a pang in Morse's heart ever after, and furthers a wedge into his relationship with Thursday, a wedge that could end them as the splinter deepens and allows infection to grow.

...on the other hand, wouldn't Joan Strange be so delightfully clever of dear ole' Russ?

...actually, yes. Just as Sam becoming his father (he's going to become a copper! boy!) is an ironically bitter twist, Joan becoming her mother (a copper's wife! jesus!) is equally bitter and ironic.

It, in fact, fits neatly into the fate of all four Thursdays: Win is forever tied to Thursday and his mercurial ways, trapped; Thursday is forced to wander, never to find a true home, lost; Sam may or may not leave his ghosts behind (he won't), but he'll follow in a pair of footsteps he knows he cannot fill; Joan is slotted into the role of copper's wife, and the wife of an Upstanding copper, too (Joan will be more Mrs. Bright in the future than Mrs. Win Thursday, BUT HEY).

So, Joan can't just disappear into the shadows of "Coda," content in her new life. This is where Russ loses me; there's no real justification that she needs to find herself knocked up in a relationship with an abusive man, but at least (at least!) she escapes and returns to Oxford to train to become a social worker.

There's also no saying she simply becomes Strange's wife and the mother of his children, and it's weird some of y'all think she gives up her life's work to do that. Joan may be a woman of Our Time (because Russ, and I cannot stress this enough, could not write a second-wave feminist trailblazer who also had kids and a husband to save HIS LIFE... we love Dorothea, however, there's a reason she's unwed and Sapphic-coded), but plenty of women in the 70s began families and still worked! They still had lives! (I come from a long line of them!)

We know very little about Mrs. Strange in the later book canon; she dies before Morse, she doesn't know about Strange's affair in the book because Morse protects them both, and Morse thinks of her as a "bully," but he also protects her from the knowledge her husband is a cheating bastard.

Oh, and by making her the lasting reminder of one of the bellwethers in Morse's life (Fred Thursday, natch), a neat narrative symmetry is established. Because Thursday could be a "bully," too. Or dare we forget...

(I know he's pointing a gun at a bad guy. Still an awful thing he nearly did because he let his rage overcome him in a stressful moment. How many barbs did a embittered Joan Strange throw Morse's way at every police force function, faced with the living, beating reminder of her absent father's presence, a shadowy figure with fingers in her life, always?)

Note I am not going into "did Thursday know about Morse and Joan"? I don't know. I don't really care. There are a lot of ways to read how Thursday perceives Morse, how he perceives Joan, and how he perceives Joan and Morse together. (But for the record, Thursday's a perceptive guy who doesn't always fixate on giving vocabulary to his perceptions... so of course he knew, but Jim 'dependable future Chief Superintendent' Strange was a better choice than 'hungover half the time, salty and slutty the other half' Morse. Also, it was Joan's choice.)

To give into his feelings for Joan, I think, would've been a betrayal of Thursday to Morse, in the end.

And, interestingly, I think it would be a betrayal of Thursday to Joan for her to return those feelings in turn.

Because they do have the hots for each other. Like. They do. That's just how it's played.

But... well...

Joan Thursday-Strange and Fred Thursday are interesting as characters because they exist independently of Morse, but they are also highly dependent on him. Joan’s absent presence is felt as keenly as Thursday’s present absence in IM; just because she’s the off-screen Mrs. Strange doesn’t dampen that, if anything, it enhances that.

Or, lest we forget her profound invocation in the TV series...

...thanks, John Thaw, you didn't know it at the time, but I've got to go stick my head in a bucket of ice water and scream some.

Joan belongs in the 2010s/2020s; Morse belongs in the 1800s; Thursday belongs on some battlefield, in some war, somewhere, doesn't matter when. They're three people flung out of time, out of space, into a most certain time, and a most certain place. Oxford, between 1965 and 1972. Joan ends up in Kidlington, then back in Oxford for the remainder of her life; Thursday is scattered to the wind, left to languish in both of their memories; and Morse... well, we all know what becomes of him.

I suppose this is a sort of an apology note to Joan Thursday-Strange, a character I find truly fascinating, but that at a certain point in time, couldn't really comprehend. Part of it is how she's written by Lewis; but read between the lines with her, as we so often do with Morse and Thursday (and all the others, really), and you get a whole new world opened up.

On that front, I heartily recommend lemonistas's reworking of the Endeavour canon fics that include mid-century modern girl and seven sisters on ao3. If you want some AUs featuring Joan, I also recommend my "sister suffragette" and imported (in glamorized form). (If you really want Joan getting to sow her wild oats with Morse post-Endeavour canon, might I recommend my "as if it were a destination"?)

Joan is more than Thursday's daughter, and she's more than Morse's object of affection, and she's more than Mrs. Strange. She exists as a reminder of Thursday, yes, but she will have a lasting impact on Morse's life in other ways, and because she is a supporting character in Morseverse, we'll never know who else she changed for the better (or the worse).

That, my friends, is the domain of those transformative works we love so dearly. So, go, write. I bet Joan Thursday would read most of our works, her toes curling in shocked delight.

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Brianna “Dark Lady” Moores

Basic Info for Brianna “Dark Lady” Moores

Full name: Brianna Elizabeth Moore

Nicknames: Bri, Brienne and Warrior princess, Punisher [Female], Evil Exterminator, Knight of Hell, Dark Justice and Dark Lady

Age: 25 years old

Date of birth: August 13 , 1998

Place of birth: New York, USA

Gender/Pronouns: Female • She/Her

Sexuality: heterosexual

Relationship: Dating

Species: Human

Likes: Martial arts, rock music, action movies, Japanese food, gratuitous violence, spiders

Hobbies: Training martial arts, reading manga, watching action movies, cooking, reading books, listening to music (Rock) and painting

Occupation: Martial arts instructor, professional fighter

Strengths: Strength, speed, agility, endurance, reflexes, balance, accelerated healing, fire manipulation, fire resistance, fire generation, temperature control, teleportation, invisibility, telekinesis, telepathy

Weaknesses: Arrogant, impulsive, stubborn, easily manipulated by people she trusts

Physical Characteristics and Appearance:

Alive/Dead: Alive

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 130 lbs

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hair Style: Long straight hair, usually tied in a ponytail or braid

Face Shape: Oval

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Body Type: Athletic

Dominant Hand: Right

Tattoos: A dragon tattoo on the back and a revenge skull tattoo on the arm can be a more discreet way to represent Brianna’s revenge, but still visible enough to make an impact. Weapons can symbolize the tools Brianna will use to get revenge, such as knives, guns, or even her own weapons.

Voice (tone, rhythm, etc.): Low and husky, Dark and mysterious, Confident and assertive, Sarcastic and ironic, Slow and deliberate, Intense and passionate, Monotone and expressionless, Accent, Stuttering or hesitation, and Dramatic pauses

Fashion Sense and Style: Brianna Moores by Inspired by the Punisher and Ghost Rider:

Punisher:

Dark Colors: Brianna takes inspiration from the Punisher's dark color palette, using black, gray, and navy blue as her predominant colors.

Military Clothing: Brianna wears military clothing such as cargo pants, bomber jackets, and combat boots to reflect the Punisher's practical and utilitarian style.

Tactical Accessories: Brianna wears tactical accessories such as holsters, utility belts, and gloves to prepare for combat.

Skull Symbols: Brianna uses skull symbols on her clothing and accessories to pay homage to the Punisher and his quest for vengeance.

Ghost Rider:

Leather Jacket: Brianna wears a black leather jacket like the Ghost Rider, which is fire-resistant and offers protection during motorcycle chases.

Leather Pants: Brianna wears black leather pants to match the jacket and ensure comfort and flexibility while riding.

Chains and Spikes: Brianna uses chains and spikes on her clothing and accessories to reflect the Ghost Rider's rebellious and aggressive style.

Flames: Brianna uses flame details on her clothing and accessories to symbolize the Ghost Rider's supernatural power.

Shoe size: 38

Other characteristics:

Languages spoken: English, Japanese

Accent: American

Personality type: INTJ (Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Judging)

Cultural background: American

Residence: New York, USA

Speech patterns: Direct and concise, Brutal and honest, Sarcastic and ironic, Self-deprecating and Laconic

Frequently used phrases/words:“ Revenge is a dish best served cold.”

"I'm not a hero. I'm a vigilante."

"Death doesn't scare me. It sets me free."

"I'm the worst thing that ever happened to you."

"You're about to make a big mistake."

Zodiac: Leo

Sense of humor: Sarcasm, Irony and Self-Deprecation

Relationships:

Friends: Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Takeda Takahashi, Kuai Liang - Sub Zero/Scorpion

Enemies: The criminal organization "The Hand"

Family (and family dynamics): Father drunk (Dead by Brianna), mother (dead), younger sister (dead) and younger brother (dead)

Birth order: Oldest

Best friends: Johnny Cage, Kenshi and Kuai Liang - Sub Zero/Scorpion

Close friends: Takeda Takahashi

Abilities:

Special powers: Fire manipulation, fire resistance, fire generation, temperature control, teleportation, invisibility, telekinesis, telepathy

Fighting style: Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Karate, Krav Maga, Kung Fu and Wushu

Skills: Martial arts, sword fighting, Smoke bombs, guns and knife

Entertainment:

Favorite TV shows: Daredevil (2015-2018), Jessica Jones (2015-2019) The Punisher (2017-2019), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (2013-2020)

Favorite games: Call Of Duty, Metal Gear Solid, Doom, and Bayonetta

Favorite book: The Lord of the Rings

Favorite Movies: John Wick (2014), Kill Bill: Volume 1 (2003) e Volume 2 (2004), Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) , The Raid: Redemption (2011) and The Bourne Identity (2002)

Other favorites:

Favorite food: Sushi

Favorite drink: Coffee and Scotch whiskey

Favorite place: Japan

Favorite animal: Dragon and Cat

Favorite color: Black

Favorite song: "Bodies - Drowning Pool" and Downfall" by Children of Bodom

Favorite band: Deftones and Children of Bodom

Favorite weather: Rainy

Favorite season: Fall

Favorite holiday: Halloween

Transformation:

Brianna decided to change her life after a near-death experience.

She left the gang and began working to rehabilitate herself.

She found solace in music and art.

She developed a strong sense of justice and decided to fight against injustice and corruption.

She became a vigilante and began hunting down the criminals who wronged her.

Motivation:

Brianna is driven by her quest for revenge against those who have wronged her.

She is also driven by her desire to protect the innocent and fight injustice.

She believes the world needs people like her to do what is right, even if it means breaking the rules.

Strengths:

Brianna is a strong and determined fighter.

She is intelligent, cunning, and resourceful.

She is brave and fearless.

She is loyal to those she trusts.

She has a strong sense of justice

She has difficulty forgiving herself and others.

Her inspirations

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fun fact's and wholesome facts and dark facts

Kianna very similar to Yui

Since they grew up in the same house

Her similarities

They both like pink

They both try to see the good in others

They both share each other's clothes since they have the same body type

Like her older sister she would be willing to sacrifice herself if it means saving her lover or someone close to her

Just wanted them happens to be an inch shorter

( it's kianna)

They're both mentally ill

(Let's face it Yui is going to end up )

(with trauma in)

(every route in diabolic lovers)

But she does have her own differences from yui I think we all know that and well

Learn how to cook through cookbooks and trial and error

And big sister Yui's guidance

Like her sister she's honestly a sweetheart and a cinnamon roll

Likes putting her sister's hair and new hairstyles

it's just seiji trauma neglection and isolation and vampires and having a constant Crazy Life can do a lot to you

She honestly feels bad when she shows attitude to people on accident and ends up apologizing to them but she refuses to look them in the eye out of Shame and would most likely bake something or cook something for them to make their day or night better

my girl speaks more with her actions than her words

My girl doesn't know what a birthday is

Let's just say seiji hated anything with happiness

My Au is at seiji is a narcissist and a sociopath and hates children and women

Made it her personal mission to protect Yui at all costs she almost lost Yui one she's not going to lose her again even if it means sacrificing her life

Mainly goes on missions and lives on Homeworld with her sister was actually the one that suggested to Father Demaryius for her sister to work in the nursing Infirmary

Has a hard time getting attached to people since the only person she could practically only trust was Yui

Actually sees the ghost that haunts her as a mother figure

Ended up overeating on biscuits while still dealing with her depression when Yui died and ended up throwing them up

She's not completely insecure about her body but

Completely blames herself for her sister's death even though it wasn't her fault and it was the bastard triplets that killed her sister

Don't worry she tortured the triplets and made them regret what they did to Yui

And left them to die slowly in the dungeon

Wholesome head cannons

Enjoy spending time with her uncle choso

Actually has a good relationship with choso but she still doesn't trust him completely and

She taught choso how to bake and cook

Choso learned how to

Make homemade mac and cheese

Baked biscuits

And make chili

(Kianna wants to teach him more recipes)

Honestly thought kianna was her big sister when they were toddlers

Since seiji was almost always out of the church

She wanted to make sure her little sister was raised right

Actually cried when kianna took a horrible punishment from Reiji that was supposed to be for her

She kind of felt like she was failing as a big sister since kianna was always the one protecting her

Now takes it above herself to protect kianna

Sense in her eyes her sister protected her enough

And wants to do her part as a big sister

Enjoys almost all animals but is afraid of spiders and donkeys

Likes cats but she's a dog person

Often goes to her little sister to help her Stitch something she doesn't know how to sew

Adores kianna's hair

Often likes to braid it and put it in new hairstyles

Finds cleaning and gardening therapeutic

Is actually quite clingy with her little sister

And often gets paranoid when she's away from her too long

Still believes in God but is slowly losing her faith

But still goes to church and reads the Bible

Her and kianna

Also share hair accessories

Was Todd how to control her cursed energy

And how to use blood healing

By father Demaryius her and her sister were taught how to use guns and bombs

Mainly works in the Infirmary of Homeworld

Cried once when she shot an enemy in the head

Was reassured by her little sister and most of the children on Homeworld that she did the right thing

But father Demaryius noticed that she couldn't handle it so he mainly taught her how to be a nurse and in case of emergencies how to be a doctor

Cried when she finally got the family love that she never got from seiji

And is happy now that she and her little sister are safe even if life is still crazy and insane

Like her little sister she was overjoyed to get lots of loving siblings

Grew a big attachment to Father Demaryius

Was surprised that she didn't have to walk on eggshells around him like she did with seiji

And the sakamaki jerks

Is still intimidated by her uncle choso

Doesn't fully trust him like her little sister but enjoy spending time with him nonetheless

Still has a strong and close relationship with her sister

Kianna

Often goes on missions with Kianna

By others and their new siblings they were nicknamed the

Komori Duo

Because of one siblings going on a mission the other ones going with them

And they're both almost always together

Well thats a LOT OF INFO but it's honestly very cute and helpfull to understand Kianna, thank You.

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SHODO-XX Kamen Rider 5 announced -- Gaim, Horobi, #2, Necrom, Kazari, Eternal Red Flare

With the latest SHODO-XX wave due to come out by the end of the month, the official Bandai Candy Toy blog has revealed SHODO-XX 5; the next wave after it. However, with it comes the news that the SHODO-O line of villains and rivals is to be cancelled; with its usual lineup rolled into the one SHODO-XX line. It remains to be seen whether or not more SHODO-XX waves will release per year to make up the same amount of releases.

With this, XX 5 has shaped up to be a very diverse anthology with each figure representing a different show. Starting things off is Kamen Rider Gaim in his base Orange Arms form. Marking both the first Gaim figure in SHODO and the advent of all main riders before Zi-O having been made in the line, Gaim features metallic orange paint and especially high painted detail on the head. He comes with a Musuo Saber, but the accessory box also outfits him with his signature Daidaimaru sword; which can be combined with the Musuo Saber into its Naginata mode.

Next up, Zero-One's representation in the line continues with Kamen Rider Horobi, the leader of the Metsuboujinrai riders. An entirely new mold, Horobi comes with hands to wield his signature Attache Arrow bow -- this weapon is included in the box in its normal and suitcase forms; as is the Attache Calibur for the few times he used it.

Kamen Rider #2 is to join Kamen Rider #1 from the previous wave in his bright 'new' colouration that debuted late into the original show, with red gloves and boots alongside a green head. The accessory box outfits #2 with an alternate windswept muffler for action poses.

Kamen Rider Necrom is the next figure included in the wave, rounding out all three of Ghost's in-series Riders. With a sharp black and white design with green paint picking out details on the helmet and coat, Necrom is provided by the accessory box with both forms of the Gan Gun Catcher weapon he received late in the series.

Kamen Rider Eternal Red Flare marks the fifth and final Kamen Rider in the wave. A very briefly-seen variant of Eternal with red flames rather than blue and no cape used by a Foundation X member in his movie, this at last completes all movie-exclusive Kamen Riders from W.

For the truly last figure in the wave, Kamen Rider OOO's coverage continues with Kazari as the next Greeed. While only alternate hands are included as accessories, this is an extremely highly-detailed figure owing to the suit design featuring many greebles.

SHODO-XX Kamen Rider 5 releases at general retail in October 2023 for 720 Yen per box.