#mostly with shirts for cosplays

[failure-girl-fuyu]

do i have synesthesia why do words and memories have smells

[coridallasmultipass]

Dave shirt has been successfully repainted!! Over a painstaking 6.5 hours! I had to use the tiny (3rd smallest) brush I have, and even that wasn't as precise as I wanted, but any smaller and I'd be painting individual threads.

I also traced the shirt from this original one I painted in early 2013 (I think). I was bent over the spare desk in my first year of college dorm and deeply regretting doing the precise pixels instead of a circle. I specifically chose Dave's unbroken record shirt design because it was rare-r to see cosplayers with an unbroken record shirt and I wanted to be hashtag special. ((In actuality, I didn't want to sew the red sleeves shirt, and didn't want to buy one to paint in case I messed up painting. But not for lack of checking for any second-hand white and red sleeve shirts in thrift stores!))

New one, 2025, is a new crisp white shirt and now has clean pixels, but I'm gonna suffer with those pencil lines lol. But at least it's painted with real fabric paint as the base layer - I think the original was done with fabric markers, and then refreshed with fabric paint years later? But that shirt is bordering on unwearable due to the age and wear on the material - you can't really see the extent of it in this lighting. It looks and feels nasty after wearing it for like 5 minutes, even fresh out the wash. (Not to mention the yellowing and shredding on the collar and edges.) It even got demoted from pajama clothes! Lol.

[starspaceace]

think actually if i end up going to otakon i’m going to do a casual graha cosplay … i kinda just want something that i can rip off and go eat after the con closes bc early close sunday but i still wanna dress up a lil bit

[wolfythewitch]

Heh I bought a shirt that kinda reminds me of daisuke's jacket (mostly because it looked pretty and was also just objectively the best choice) and now I just,, need to wait for my hair to grow out to cosplay him amen

[trishmishtree]

First sewing project of 2025 completed!

It's a Vicwardian shirtdress that kind of straddles the lines between historybounding and historical costuming and cosplay.

See, I have made 3-4 blouses/shirtwaists in this style now, and the most irritating thing about them is that they gradually get more and more untucked throughout the day until I'm left with a muffin top spilling over my skirts. So I figured, why not make one that's the bodice of a dress? That way, I can anchor the blouse part down to the waistband so it can't ride up and come untucked, and I can control how much it's allowed to blouse and keep it that way 24/7 since it's stitched down.

^See? Now I won't have to constantly adjust and re-adjust the gathering and pleating into the waistband or tug my shirttails down because I can feel the back of the blouse ballooning out again.

(Almost forgot to mention: yes, the skirt has giant Victorian-style pockets in the side seams. The dress was 99% hand sewn, mostly because I was working on it while out of town without access to my machine, but also because when I got home and tried to attach a facing to the pockets, my machine decided 3 layers of this shirting-weight cotton twill fabric was too much to handle and broke down. So thanks for that, pockets. Now I have to find a repair shop or replacement machine.)

And bonus: the skirt can be worn as is, or it can function as a petticoat under a separate skirt I can wear over the dress. If I make a floor-length walking skirt to wear over this shirtdress, and maybe a waistcoat and/or an Eton jacket, then I'll have a convincing enough 1890s-1900s ensemble for historical costuming purposes.

Oh, and in case you can't tell, the bodice design with the diagonal pintucks in the yoke is inspired by the outfit that Elphaba wears in her "The Wizard and I" sequence from the new movie. She wears this gauzy, crinkle chiffon-looking blouse under a black jumper dress, and the visible parts of the blouse look like they're bias cut, with some kind of pintucked or micro-pleated texture.

I basically spent the last month and change drooling over the costuming and wanting Elphaba's entire wardrobe. I don't think I'll be accurately recreating any of her actual costumes, but I like to think that my new shirtdress *could* potentially be something she'd wear.

Oh, and here's a detail of the lower sleeves on my dress. Elphaba's usually wearing all black, so the movie costumers played a lot with the texture of the fabrics on her clothing. They were inspired by mushrooms and other earthy textures, so her dresses have a more organic look than what I have going on here. I didn't have enough fabric to play around with, so I figured I'd just give honeycomb smocking a try, and I'm shocked at how well these sleeves preserve body heat in the winter.

Now all I need to do is make her hat and maybe sew a cloth facemask from green fabric and my 2025 office-appropriate Halloween costume will be good to go.

EDIT: link to the pattern I made for this dress here

And here's the dress worn under the corresponding skirt and waistcoat, and Eton jacket.

[l3viat8an]

Rooo *hands u a mic 🎤* what do the demon brothers camera rolls look like??? 

okay this was fun XD

Silly / sweet (mostly silly) hcs!!

Lucifer ↓

So many photos of Cerberus, everything from really good photos where Cerberus is behaving to blurry pics because he won’t sit still.

A few photos of his paperwork (he keeps them like backups)

Candid photos of you-

A few photos of the two of you out together, think like sweet / date night pics <3

Photos of flowers or just random things that remind him of you. Sometimes he’ll even send them to you, just to let you know he’s thinking about you even while you’re apart.

Photos and videos of his brothers, a few candids, a few blurry messes and a few more of his brothers and you together at dinner. (From Luci’s pov it’s perfect- everybody he loves enjoying a meal together.)

Mammon ↓

Pictures of you- you studying, hanging out with him, sleeping, shopping- Mammon has pictures of you doing basically everything.

Pics of himself ofc, tons of selfies too!!

Assorted memes.

Pics of stuff he’s trying to sell online.

Screenshots of price comparison for stuff he wants to buy online.

screen shots / pics of stuff he wants to buy for you!!

Random photos of his brothers; stuff like Belphie sleeping on the couch, Asmo in the middle of doing his makeup, etc- typical older sibling, slightly embarrassing photos lolol

Levi ↓

Anime memes!

Pictures of Henry 2.0 !!!

Pics of his gaming setup so he can brag about it online.

Screenshots of every time you texted him ‘I love you’ or something sweet.

Random game screen shots.

Pics of himself in cosplay!!!-

Tons of photos of him at cons! (with and without you)

Satan ↓

High quality cat photos.

More cat photos, but it’s feral / street cats running away from him so they’re super blurry.

Cat videos.

Cat memes.

Photos of books he wants to buy.

Screenshots / photos of random book quotes or spells he wants to remember.

A few candid photos of you ofc!

a photo of Lucifer asleep at his desk, and that one time Lucifer spilled coffee down his shirt- Satan always says he’s saving them for blackmail but for some reason never uses them.

Asmo ↓

Photos of himself- soooo many selfies and every-single-one of them is hot.

His nudes + your nudes

Selfies of you and him!!!

Pics of random things, flowers, drinks, anything he thinks is pretty / cute and he can get a good pic of!!

Horrible pics / blurry videos of his brothers doing stupid shit. He uses them as blackmail :)

Beel ↓

Gym pics gym pic gym pics!!!-

But really he has some pics of himself in the gym and some videos so he can check his form.

Lots of food pics-

Screenshots of various menu's.

Videos of Belphie sleep talking.

Pics of you two out together, walking around town trying street food!

Belphie ↓

Pics of Beel working out pt.2 it’s supposed to be pics of Beel and Belphie working out- but Belphie always gives up after 1 rep.

Pics of You, Beel and Belphie cuddling in the attic!

Selfies that he usually sends to you to show off his horrible bed head-

Some blurry pics of the stars / the moon.

Pics / videos of you and him cuddling!!

Screenshots of pillows that he wants to buy-

[temis-de-leon]

Sewist MC who makes clothes with his clothes

Characters: Demon Brothers x gn!MC (separately)

Main Masterlist

C/W: established relationship, possessiveness, very suggestive in Asmo's part

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Lucifer

At first, he suspects your talent will be spent fixing clothes and creating pieces for cosplay, just like Levi does, but it doesn't take him too long to discover how wrong he is.

There's more to you than meets the eye, and he enjoys every second of it, although it would pain him to admit how long he spends watching you transform something as simple as a t-shirt into whatever else you have in mind; a creation of your own much more interesting and flattering.

If you catch him staring at you with fascination while you search for the best thread to use in the fabric, no, you don't.

Stop looking so much at him and pay attention to what you're doing, MC.

Things will change the moment you ask him to give you any clothes he may not use anymore, though.

Are you telling him that not only are you a resourceful, skilled, creative and patient artist, but you also want him to mark you?

Because why else would you want to wear his clothes if not to show who you belong to?

But the symbolism goes deeper than that.

Seeing what had previously been his possessions fit you so perfectly makes your relationship feel more raw and natural.

It is as it should be because it couldn't have been anything else.

Wear as much as you like; he can always buy more.

Mammon

The Great Mammon will tell you that it is a waste of time and you should join him at the casino downtown instead.

You want to upgrade your wardrobe? How about waiting for him to win the biggest prize and then he'll give you anything you want?

Mammon, however, will tear his clothes just to see you fix them, so if the cuts or holes look too purposeful, don't mention it.

You seeing right through him is one weakness he's gonna have to learn to live with, so be merciful and don't say anything about his poor excuses.

His quivering dignity will appreciate it.

They're PR gifts from his modelling gigs, anyway. He hardly wears anything that changes his style too much.

When the inevitable day comes in which you ask to "borrow" some of his actual clothes for personal use, he will blush and stammer like crazy, even as he laughs at you for being so obvious in your affections.

Of course you want others to see who's your boyfriend! And he is glad to make your wish come true!

...

What do you want exactly? In which colour?

...can you make a matching piece for him...?

Don't laugh at him, MC!! He was asking for your sake!! In case you were too embarrassed to ask, you know?

Dumb human

Leviathan

He's one of the brothers who appreciates what you do the most, not only because he admires every form of arts and crafts by default but also because he is a fellow sewist.

And a good one at it.

Sure, his talent mostly (almost always) comes up when cosplay is on the table, but there is serious work involved, and barely anyone complains about the results.

Your shared interest deepens your relationship on a genuine level, and the innocence of it makes it very endearing.

Sometimes, you're catching up to your favourite piece of media in either of your rooms, but on other occasions, the rest of the family will probably find you working around each other, silent or deep in conversation, with eyes always focused on the task at hand.

Mammon almost had a heart attack once because he was hanging out while you both worked in the same room and suddenly you started talking after a whole hour in silence.

Levi enjoys your presence every moment of the day, but doing the same thing makes him feel all warm and tingly.

He especially likes it when you both make little trinkets for the other to wear or carry around, like a reminder that you'll always be together no matter what.

If it's the other way around, though...

If you want something that belongs to him to make customised clothes for yourself...

He won't be able to give you a clear answer for at least a week, mainly because every time he sees you after the question is made, he blushes deeply and has trouble coming up with words.

Will eventually agree to give you something, but only if you do the same.

Low-key cringe, but the thought of people seeing you in his clothes and vice versa, even if they're altered, makes him tremble in excitement.

Satan

The most curious about your abilities by far, he will be hovering over you and asking all types of questions. Of course, he will stop if you ask him to, but he won't go too far.

He can always grab a book and read it next to you.

His questions aren't meant to intrude, anyways. They're mainly directed to how long you have been doing this and how it started. Also, do you only make human sized clothes? Have you ever tried making them in smaller sizes? Say... cat sized?

Just imagine, MC! Imagine how cute the stray kitties would look with a costume or something to keep them warm during the dead nights of winter! They may even remember you for it!!

Is he getting too excited? Forgive him; he can't help it.

Imagining his favourite stray cat with a creation of yours is more than enough to make him blush.

You are dating, yet he is still surprised when you ask him to give you something that belongs to him.

The many ways in which you show how much you love him are endless.

If you teach him how to sew, maybe he can return the gesture...?

He's a dork.

Asmodeus

Real tears of joy.

Finally someone with talent that doesn't throw it away in cosplay! Levi can defend his costumes all he wants, but at least you make fabulous clothes for daily life!

He shows great interest in your projects and isn't shy in the slightest when he voices his opinions on what would look better or where you could improve your designs.

Why settle for good when you have the potential to make it perfect, right?

That's why you're dating 🩷 Because neither of you settled for less 🩷🩷

It would be wise to listen to him, though. He knows what he's talking about.

Will absolutely yell and cry in delight if you ask him to give you clothes to adapt for yourself.

Whether you're a romantic person or not, he now thinks you are and has no problems showing you how much he likes it.

His brothers are horrified by the amount of hickeys on your neck the next morning.

Those are the visible ones.

Not long passes until he invites you to his room just to show you an arrangement made out of a selection of clothes and accessories chosen specifically with both your styles in mind.

You'll make an outfit for him too, right? You have to match!

Better be ready to take his measurements, because you will be the one doing it even if he knows the numbers by heart.

Beelzebub

Oh, you have a hobby, MC? Nice!

He doesn't totally understand the appeal of it, but he's content knowing that it makes you happy.

Plus, it's a good way of spending time together. No one demands your attention whenever they see you so focused, so he can enjoy your company in peace during those moments. It's just you and him, and occasionally Belphie, sitting together while he eats and you work.

Some of those times he isn't even hungry. That's how satisfied he is.

He's asked on very few occasions if you could mend his sportswear after a rough training session, but he doesn't want to look as if he's taking advantage of you or your talents in any way.

If he breaks something of his, then it should be his responsibility, not yours.

The moment you ask for his clothes so you can wear them instead, however?

He is grinning and humming in joy like an eager puppy.

One moment you are asking him and the next you are standing in front of his wardrobe choosing what you want to use.

Surprisingly, Beel will offer to use his laundry detergent even if they're now technically your clothes.

They may have your measurements, but that doesn't mean you bought them in that size.

He still wants others to know that they were originally his.

Belphegor

Won't be extremely excited about your capabilities, but he'll show interest and, if you haven't flaunted about them already, then he's encouraging you to do so.

You are talented and other people should know.

He won't force you, though.

After all, those peaceful moments spent alone while he naps by your side and you sew are some of his favourites. The only downside is that he can't use your lap, but he isn't complaining too much.

And the presence of other people would only ruin it.

He likes to be there as you work; to fall asleep as you frown and the tip of your tongue peaks out deep in concentration; to kiss your fingers if you prick yourself.

The sight of the needle disappearing in the folds and the thread blending with the rest of the fabric is hypnotic.

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These are the naps he enjoys the most, but he will never tell you directly.

When you finally ask him for some of his clothes, he's immediately nodding in agreement. Even before you finish the question.

What more is there to ask? As long as it is for you, then everything is available.

He also relishes in his brothers' sour expressions when they recognize your "new" outfit, but that's a secret.

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Taglist: @ilovecandys2010 @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom

[silverynight]

The merman at the dock

Finally. The fish Izuku just caught is big enough for Eri and him to make a decent dinner with.

However, as the green haired merman swims across the bay, next to a construction the humans call dock, a metallic piece, something like a hook, gets stuck in the fish and snatches it from Izuku's hand.

Izuku knows what that thing is, he's seen it a couple of times because he gets close to the shore very often; he's curious about humans and has learned a thing or two about them, and no matter how many times his friends have told him they're dangerous he keeps returning to that place.

However, this time he's a little bit irritated, so he follows the hook and tries to take the fish back; humans use that kind of stuff to catch fish with. Usually, Izuku finds their creativity fascinating, but right now he knows Eri is waiting for him and she's hungry.

Izuku pops his head up a bit and finally, his head is out of the water. The dock is mostly empty; there's just one blond human with a rod in his hands.

Everyone has warned him not to interact with humans directly, but Izuku is slightly pissed and desperate to go back to Eri.

He honestly has no idea why he wants to confront the human, but he'll do it.

"Hey!" Izuku says, getting closer to the dock. "That's mine! Give it back! I caught it first!"

"What do you mean?" The blond narrows his eyes immediately, getting irritated. "You don't even have the proper gear! What are you talking about? And what are you doing in there? It's cold!"

The last bit surprises Izuku the most because despite being clearly annoyed, the human sounds a little bit concerned for him too.

"I don't need that. I caught it underwater and your metal thing took it from me."

Narrowing his eyes even more, the blond gets closer to the edge to see Izuku up close.

"Is this a prank?" He says, finally noticing Izuku's pointy ears, before looking around with suspicion. "Is someone taking a video of this?"

"What?" Izuku shakes his head and rises one of his hands above the surface. "Just give me my fish back."

"It's mine now."

Izuku pouts before moving his fish tail with annoyance. It makes a splash noise behind him.

"What was THAT?" The human looks over the merman's shoulder in confusion. "I think there's something behind you... you... come here I'll help you get out."

"This is my fin!" Izuku says, splashing the water with it again.

The blond blinks a couple of times before he starts laughing.

"Do you think just because you're beautiful and are wearing a nice cosplay I'm going to fall for this bullshit? HA!"

There are a couple of words Izuku doesn't understand, but it's clear the human doesn't believe him.

Izuku frowns at him and the blond just smirks back in response. However, he offers his hand to him.

"Come on. You must be freezing. Tell your idiot friends who convinced you to do this to fuck off and come with me."

Izuku pouts again and jumps above water, just like some of the bigger sea creatures have taught him.

The human watches with his jaw dropped and blinks until Izuku is back in the water.

"I'm not lying."

"What? How?"

"Now, please give me back my–"

The human takes off his shirt, grabs the fish and jumps right in with it.

"Here," the human hands the fish to him, staring so intensely at him that Izuku has to look away for a moment.

Now that he's up close, Izuku has to admit that the human has nice features; he's handsome.

"Are you real?"

Izuku chuckles and the blond smiles sincerely for the first time.

"Of course I am!"

"Bakugo Katsuki," the human says, bowing his head a bit, Izuku has seen humans do that so he does it right back at him.

"Midoriya Izuku."

"Sorry for taking your fish, Izuku."

The merman shakes his head; he's not sure how it works in the human world, but calling him by his first name is very intimate among mer people. However, Izuku decides not to correct him.

"It's okay, I would've let you have it, but this one is for Eri."

"Is Eri your spouse?" Katsuki looks slightly disappointed at that and Izuku assumes the word spouse must mean something bad or sad.

"What's a spouse?"

"Someone you spend your life with, someone you love, sometimes you have children with this person."

"You mean a mate?" Izuku says before bursting into laughter. "No, she's my child!"

"So you do have a spouse... I mean mate."

"No, I don't have a mate yet." This time, the merman turns slightly pink. "She's... I found her, she was abandoned... but now she's my family."

Katsuki nods, looking suddenly happier now.

"You should go back to the surface," Izuku mumbles, pressing one of his hands against the human's cheek. He's shivering; he doesn't look good. "You're cold."

"I'm fine!" Katsuki says stubbornly.

"Go back, Kacchan."

"Kacchan?"

Izuku blushes to the tip of his ears, but still smiles at the human, he doesn't look that upset at the nickname.

"You're Kacchan now."

"Tch, fine!" He huffs, prompting Izuku to grin at him again.

"Take care, Kacchan."

"Wait!" The human takes Izuku's hand, stopping him from leaving. "Will I see... will you come back?"

"I will, I promise!"

It seems Izuku has a human friend now. He can't wait to tell Eri.

***

He comes back a week after that, early in the morning; he makes sure no one else is around first before popping his head out.

Katsuki is there, but he looks sad this time, Izuku gets closer, ready to ask him if he can help, when the human finally notices him.

The smile on his face makes him look really soft; his sadness vanishes like it was nothing in the first place.

"I was beginning to think you were just a dream, Izuku."

The merman shakes his head, feeling suddenly very happy and giddy for some reason.

"I'm very real, Kacchan!"

The human jumps right into the water with him and Izuku starts telling him about Eri. Katsuki talks about his parents and friends and they spent a couple of hours like that until Izuku begs him to get out because it's cold.

Each week they meet at the dock and talk about each other cultures and customs; Izuku feels so happy around him, although he gets slightly flustered because he has noticed that his heart beats in a way it shouldn't each time he's in front of Katsuki.

Then the human takes a small boat in order to stay a little bit longer with Izuku. The merman shows him a cave where he spends time with Eri sometimes.

She's very shy so Izuku doesn't introduce the two of them until a month later.

However, she likes the human; she was slightly nervous around him at first, but Katsuki quickly won her over.

Eri is not with them all the time, but the human always asks about her, which is something Izuku finds very endearing.

When they're alone, Katsuki teaches him a lot of things about humans, like a handhold, which is a way to show affection in a physical way to another human; Izuku likes those, they feel great.

One day, as they spend time in the cave, Katsuki gets closer to him, cups his face with both hands and presses their lips together; Izuku doesn't know what that means or what he's supposed to do, but as Katsuki moves his lips against his, the merman realizes it feels great and tries to mimic his movements.

"This how mates show each other affection, Izuku."

"Oh... oh!" The merman blushes to the tip of his ears and shakes his head. "But we're not–"

"Would you like to be my mate, Izuku?"

Izuku wants that, he really does; he has fallen in love with Katsuki in the last few months, but...

"We're from different worlds, Kacchan..."

"I don't give a fuck," Katsuki huffs, pulling him closer. "I love you."

Izuku starts tearing up, but he gives in and rubs their noses together.

"This is how mates show affection in my culture, Kacchan," he mumbles shyly, a smile forming on his lips as he notices Katsuki is grinning back at him.

"Does that mean you..."

"Yes, Kacchan. I'd love to be your mate."

Katsuki gives him another human kiss that Izuku enjoys a lot and afterwards he presses their foreheads together.

"We'll make it work, Izuku."

"I know we will, Kacchan."

Izuku makes a mental note to explain to Katsuki about mating bites, but that can wait.

Even though he's made up his mind and he'll try to make it work with Katsuki, Izuku knows his friends won't like it when he tells them.

But he doesn't have to tell them right now.

Right now, he just wants to enjoy the time he has with his mate.

***

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[cinnbar-bun]

Straw Hats- Reversed AU HCs

AU: In which YOU are the character of a very famous franchise, and they are regular people who are fans of your series.

Note: GN!Reader, crack, very unserious

Luffy

Thinks you’re neat! Super cool!

People think he doesn’t really “get” you and just likes you for your awesome powers and/or cool appearance, but he drops like an innocent yet profound tidbit about you that shows he really is thinking of you.

Honestly probably only has a bootleg figure of you courtesy of Ace. It’s goofy as hell but he adores it.

Maybe has one of those printed graphic tees.

Ace and Sabo joke about his love for you but then Luffy throws his slippers at them.

If he sees anything with you on it, he’s just gushing over it.

Loves finding funny comics with you online.

Zoro

Guy who likes you for your powers.

The same guy who is also a weeb in front of the mirror and tries to replicate your awesome moves.

Help his roommates caught him-

I think he’d get those compression shirts/shorts with you or a symbol of yours for when he works out.

Also the guy who’s working out to your voice like those ASMR videos so he can pretend you’re praising him and congratulating him.

Gets into fights with Sanji about who’s the bigger fan.

I don’t see Zoro as the type to “collect” things, but he’d probably have a keychain of you around his belt or something as a good luck charm.

Might even have an action and poseable figure of you like a Figma.

Nami

Likes you lots, but also recognizes your merch potential.

Works alongside Usopp to produce fan merch or zines for you to make money.

Has a unique piece of jewelry with your symbol/iconography to wear.

She’s not wearing “obvious” for merch, because she just isn’t about that.

Probably has a few very expensive figures of yours that are special edition or anniversary editions that she managed to get at a steep discount.

Reads a bit of fanfic but tends to mostly peruse fanart of you.

Tends to have multiple ships for you- she doesn’t really favor one over the other she just thinks they’re interesting.

Likes to do cosplays of your fits, though. She’s gotten very popular for her lovely cosplays. She tends to handmake most of her cosplays, but Usopp and Franky add to the amazing accessories.

Plays the gacha game for your series, and her amazing luck means she gets practically all your units easily.

Usopp

The artist of the group who has seen and had to do heinous things for a commission.

Unlike the others, he IS making a self insert and HE IS DOING ART AND COMICS WITH YOU AND HIM AS THE MAIN COUPLE!

Has made a name for himself of making doujins and art for you. His store has seen lots of purchases for his doujins.

Nami basically is his account manager and has made him raise commission prices many times in order to pay their rent and so he can realize how valued his work is.

He mostly just posts his work but does like answering questions from fans and posting about how awesome you looked in the new episode.

Always making art and stories from you.

Has done fanfiction for you but it’s mostly with his OC/SI and his artwork tends to be more well-known.

Always does special drawings for your birthday and various holidays.

Plays the gacha and has bad luck so he has to whale for your unit. He insists he prefers just regular console or PC gaming instead of gacha.

Sanji

Number one fan, he WILL get into arguments about you and inject you into everything.

All your figures, all your merch, all of it in one specific room dedicated to you. Sanji even has a lifesize figure of you in a cool/cute pose he religiously cleans (and prays to ngl) every day because AINT NO WAY HIS LOVE IS GOING TO GET A SPECK OF DUST ON THEM!!

His work as a chef makes him busy, but he likes to wear small things of you like a brooch or something on his uniform to cheer him up through the day.

Makes videos cooking things you cooked or dishes you liked within the series.

He sometimes shows off his collection and Zoro calls him a loser and they get into fights in the comments.

Commissions art of you (probably Usopp) to hang up in the (Y/n) room.

I feel like he would do a persona/self-insert but also I feel like he’d be like no!!!! I cannot sully my beloved like that!!! So he focuses on just you.

Blocks people who are fans of you and does not like shipping anyone with you, hell no his mellorine is HIS!!!

Has done fanfic, mostly self-insert, and that’s pretty much all he reads. No ships.

Robin

“Oh, (Y/n)? Yes, they are an interesting character. I like them.”

[1 Million word count fic series, tagged: slow burn, character exploration, heavy angst, found family, Book 4 of 7]

“I just think they’re neat.”

Probably the mother fic writer for you and/or one of your ships.

Doesn’t socialize much online, just tends to post and scroll through the fics for you and answers comments under her fic.

Likes to support her fellow creators so she does look into the art and projects other fans have made.

Does try to create her own aesthetics for her blog and fics, but sometimes she just commissions Usopp to make her things for her fics to fit her vision.

Is really into unique and often abstract or “dark” art of you.

Yes you’re her favorite character, yes she will still make you suffer in her fics and art for the ~development~.

It’s a running gag with her peers where they ask her how she will torture them next.

She finds the Nendoroids of you are quite cute, so she bought one to go on her desk.

Franky

Franky likes making garage set figures of you.

He’s also a bit of a dork, so he will often make you pose with a super sentai outfit or large gundam robots (since they’re also a part of his crafting hobby).

Makes videos showing off the new figures he made of you.

He loves you cuz you’re his hero, you just amaze him!

Printed a photo of the art your creator did where you guys were all dressed like super heroes or something- suuuuppper up his alley and he loved seeing it.

He likes collecting the manga/comics for your series and keeps them on his personal shelf.

Franky also helps Nami/others with specific cosplay accessories. Franky is known for his craftsmanship, so he’s made plenty of cosplay gear for others that are above and beyond.

Him and Usopp have collabed to create the original figures of you that Franky adores.

Does those videos where he takes cheaper/smaller figures of you and adds to the base and design to make it more “epic”.

What the hell is “fanfiction”?

Brook

Goes by the username “Soul King” and uploads his covers of your franchise’s music.

He really loves you though so he’s often rocking your shirts while he’s recording the music.

He does a lot of different genres for your theme covers- jazz, heavy metal, lofi, piano, music box- he’s done em all.

Whenever he’s not recording covers of his music and does streams, he very proudly shows his figure of you and a poster he has hanging up on his wall.

Also plays the gacha game, has pretty good luck but never with your units.

“Wow! 5 Sugo-rares! Who are they- GOD DAMN IT IT’S JUST THE OTHERS!!! RATE UP IS A LIE!!!”

Brook is a menace though and I’m gonna keep that under wraps for various reasons.

Maybe in the future I might explain further.

Jinbei

Jinbei is classy, unlike many of the others here (we will not name names).

He’s more likely to “make” his own merchandise for you.

Handmade doll with a lovingly sewn kimono, for example.

Fancy tea set that is painted with your symbols but it’s so subtle and chic that some of his viewers don’t even realize it’s from some random franchise he likes.

He prides himself on his traditional and handmade crafts and you’re just an avenue to experiment with them.

He likes to design the kimonos and outfits with you in mind and the season. He shows the process of creating it in these calm and quiet BTS videos.

Really they are beautiful and the amount of love and skillmanship put into the work he does is fantastic, it’s awe inspiring.

Does not know what a fanfic, a gacha, or what a “fan edit” is. He’s an old man he’s got things to do, man.

[odiesdayoff]

Fly Boy

Pair: Neil Lewis x Fem!Reader

Summary: Frustrated with Neil's rule about the employees being required to cosplay, you decide to mess with him.

Warnings: SMUT; 18+; Neil is a bit pathetic and mean at points; he can't find the clit but has a big dick lol

“Surely, you’ve seen something by Milos Foreman.” Neil held a stack of VHS that needed to be reset. It was mostly older stuff, you saw the worn copy of Persona in the middle. He and Jonathan had a heated argument (or discussion, as they referred to it) about why the customer would stop watching in the middle, but you understood. Only the men deeply involved in film could possibly enjoy something so bad. Too trained to think black and white meant that it was a good movie automatically. 

You shrugged, continuing to put the tapes on the shelf. “Never heard of him.” Paisa slid in right next to the edge of the shelf and The Red and The White. Only this place would have a section dedicated to foreign language war films. Like it would kill him to buy a copy of Shrek 2.

He nearly dropped the tapes on the counter and looked at you as if you just admitted to a horrible crime. “How have you never heard of him? One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest? The Fireman’s Ball? ” Just because you heard of the movie didn’t mean you knew every production assistant’s name. You watched movies for fun. They just weren’t your taste.

“More like The Fireman’s Balls.” You stifled a laugh at your own joke, though Neil was far from impressed or amused at all.

He put a tape into the rewinder and shook his head. “We’re gonna fix that. This Saturday.”

“Can’t do this Saturday.” He continued his quite bewildered stare at you. Of course, he forgot. “It’s your little Star Wars marathon night.”

He nodded with realization. “Right.”

His slight frown made you feel guilty, as it always did. Somehow, the grown man always managed to use puppy eyes on you successfully. “We’ll watch them. Soon.” He continued to rewind the tapes with a smile.

Star Wars wasn’t exactly your cup of tea. Boring was the descriptive term that rested on the tip of your tongue whenever the topic was brought up in the store. Not that you would ever admit that out loud. All three of them gave you a college-level lecture when you suggested that the Chanel boots-wearing Luke might have been into men. God forbid you had fun.

The costumes for women were slim, at least they were on Amazon. Your options were Padme, Leia, Rey, or some random obscure character from a show or cartoon you’d never heard of. A part of you wanted to make felt ears and be Jar Jar Binks just to piss them off.

There was still a way to mess with them, Neil especially. Hopefully, the extra you paid for overnight shipping was worth it and actually pulled through. 

By Saturday, you walked into Gumshoe with a large coat covering your costume. You braided your hair to the best of your abilities, trying to get as accurate as possible. The fabric of the costume was uncomfortable, digging into your skin and surely leaving marks you’d feel for days after.

Nerds crowded the small store, much more than usual. It was events like this one that made you reconsider your employment and how much you were a fan of movies in general. A Darth Vader brushed by you with a red solo cup of beer. Not many women were there, other than a few of the regulars dressed as Padme and Ahsoka. 

Neil, in Han Solo’s iconic white shirt with the navy blue vest (the version from Return of the Jedi ), waved you over to join the couch with him, Jonathan, and Lucian. A New Hope was in the VHS player and ready to start, the original cut before George Lucas made revisions of course. He was so proud of winning the Etsy bid for the original set of VHS tapes. 

You dropped the coat as you walked over and draped it on the front counter, locking eyes with the group as the costume was finally revealed: The bikini Leia wears at the beginning of Return of the Jedi. A part of you was anxious about the amount of skin you were showing and the people who were staring daggers into you. All you cared about was Neil’s reaction.

None of them said a word as you sat down on the couch next to them. “So, when’s this movie going to start?” Three pairs of eyes just looked back at you, more specifically, how your breasts bounced when you sat down and the thin straps that held the cloth that covered your panties. All you wore to work were t-shirts and jeans, along with the occasional tank top that left much to the imagination. You leaned over to the table and took the can of beer that Neil had been drinking, bringing it to your lips.

Neil cleared his throat. “Um, right now, actually.” He called everyone to the couches and rug, made a quick introduction to the night and thanked everyone for coming, then started the movie. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hands were clasped in front of his crotch and the bulge he was trying to hide.

Another person, dressed as Obi-Wan Kenobi in the third film, sat next to you. Only fifteen minutes in, he did the classic “fake yawn” in order to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He wasn’t slick, but as much as you noticed the attempt at flirting, Neil did as well. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, turning his attention back to the movie and trying not to make his glances towards you too obvious.

The can of beer didn’t last you too long, only until they were in the trash compactor. There was no way that you would get through the rest of these movies sober and a half-can of beer wasn’t going to get you there.

You got up and walked to the storage closet, where you knew that a full case of beer was hidden. Finally alone, you pulled out a can and opened it, allowing the lukewarm liquid to coat your throat. The beer was still a bit disgusting, but it got the job done. “What the fuck are you wearing, Princess?”

Neil stood in the doorway, closing the door behind him. You shrugged, even though you knew that he knew you were getting to him on purpose. “I’m participating. You never let me live down the Lord of the Rings night when I wore my regular clothes.”

He sighed and shook his head. “I didn’t mean to whore yourself out and wear practically nothing.”

“It’s accurate, not whoring out. Are you mad that I’m wearing it or that people are looking at me in it? What is it, Fly-boy?” You crossed your arms, unknowingly pushing your breasts together and creating more cleavage than there already was.

He ran a hand through his hair. “Christ, Y/n.” His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you in, crashing his lips against yours. It was a side of him you’d never seen before, his eyes were dark and only focused on you. Your back hit the wall and Neil’s hands traveled lower, pulling the string that held the bra together and ripping fabric until it fell to the floor.

“Now, beg me to fuck you like the whore that you’ve been parading yourself as all night. I know that’s what you want.” His hot breath burned your neck as he trailed his lips from your mouth to your collarbone. His words cut deeply, like nothing you’d expect to come from his mouth. Who knew sweet Neil could turn into this?

You nodded. “Please, Neil. I need you to fuck me. I’ve wanted you for so long.” He moaned against your skin as you spoke and hastily unbuckled his belt, freeing his aching cock. You untied the bottom of your costume and dropped your panties with it.

His chest pressed against yours and you winced as the cold wall came in contact with your bare skin. He wasted no time in lining his tip with your entrance and pushing in, softly moaning into your neck. “You’re so warm. You’re not a whore, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. Fuck.”

So, he really was all talk. Once he felt the touch of a woman, he became a needy mess. “It’s okay, Neil. Just, ah!” It was now that you finally understood the saying about nerdy boys and the size of their cocks, feeling him hit spots you didn’t know existed. You only hoped that the ongoing battle within whatever galaxy or solar system was louder than both of your unholy gasps and moans.

You would never hear the end of it if Jonathan or Lucian heard. They gave you enough shit for Neil’s unbelievably obvious crush on you that you chose to avoid on behalf of keeping peace in the store. Clearly, you had failed miserably in that aspect. Look at Neil’s cute face.

Not to mention his cock. The same cock currently driving into you and knocking the wind from your lungs. Neil fucked into you like he was on a time limit, chasing his climax and nearly sinking his teeth into your bare shoulder. “Your tits are mesmerizing.” You held back a laugh at his comment, reaching down to your clit before he slapped your hand away. “No, let me do it.”

A part of you wanted to deny it, but you let him. He blindly reached down and rubbed your labia, thinking he was on the money. You squeezed your eyes shut and gently guided his fingers to your clit, jolting when he found the right spot. “Oh, Neil…so good.”

His pace slowed and became less controlled. “I’m so close, sweetheart.”

“You’ll pull out, right?” He bit his lip and nodded. By the way he held tightly onto your hips and breathed in your scent, you knew that he barely heard your request.

The suspicion turned into fact when he stilled, pushing himself further into you as he came. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll pay for the pill. You’re just…so warm.”

You nodded along with him, not caring as you crossed the finish line as well. As you both came down from the high, the realization kicked in. He tucked himself in his boxers and buttoned his pants. You picked up your shirt, well, bra. The straps were broken. “Shit, Neil. I can’t wear this.”

He furrowed his brows, then rummaged through one of the boxes in the corner of the room. A large, baby blue t-shirt with the Gumshoe logo on it was in his hands. “Put this on. Say you got too cold.”

You caught the shirt and put it on, watching the fabric fall to your knees. “Great.”

“You still look sexy.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked you up and down.

You rolled your eyes. “What does Leia say to Han Solo? Nerf-Herder? You’re that."

[lavendermothboy]

because i have the brain snakes that latch onto anything that gives me joy, i have found myself once again extremely into Dracula, and have thus decided to make a cosplay of Jonathan Harker, because i love him dearly. since i have literally no accurate visual reference--and because i want this to be at least mostly historically accurate--i have designed this cosplay around tailoring a shirt, waistcoat, jacket, and trousers from late 19th century tailoring manuals and then stealing Jonathan *Joestar*'s color scheme when he's wearing an actual suit, so it's a bit of a two-in-one and because it is entertaining to me.

I have only been sewing for a month after not having done so for many years. I have little to no experience with pattern drafting and absolutely no materials.

pray for me. i'm not going to start it now but pray for me

[pennyplainknits]

Let's make some embroidered patches!

This is another post for @st-loveconfessions "Make something" month!

Some of you might remember the denim jacket with hand-embroidered patches I made for my El cosplay a few years ago. So today I thought I'd take about how to make your own patches for your bags, battle jackets, anything you want to put them on!

You will need:

Fabric for your patches.

Something without stretch is best (so no t-shirts). You can use felt, or any kind of cotton or polycotton fabric. The fabric I'm using here is leftover from one of my toiles and it's just an undyed muslin. I have it because I do a lot of dressmaking. My suggestion would be get a pillowcase from a charity shop- you'll have all the material you need for tons of patches

A fine-tipped pen if you are going to draw your own patches. I use the Legumi gel pens because they erase with heat

Six-strand embroidery thread

An embroidery needle and small pair of scissors

Iron-on/fusible interfacing. Again, I use what I have, but if you are buying it for this, go for something medium-weight. I get mine at the local market but you can buy online.

Decide on your patch and draw it onto your fabric. Here I've freehanded a cassette tape, and an ice cream cone. They don't have to be perfect as you're going to be embroidering over them.

If you are less sure about drawing you can print out an image (look for vector images are they are fairly simple), place your fabric over it, and trace it. If you have a hard time seeing it, hold the paper and fabric up to a window as a makeshift light box.

Start stitching! I used two strands of thread, but you can use three for a fuller effect. In the ice cream cone I am using long and short stitch to fill in the pink ice cream. I mostly use a combination of chain stitch, split stitch, back stitch, stem stitch and satin stitch for my patches. This site is an incredible resource for stitches, with step by step pictures and video.

Here's what they look like when they are filled in! The pumpkin is mostly satin stitch, and the anchor is split stitch! As you may see, I didn't draw these. These are stick-on patterns that you embroider over, and then wash. The material the pattern is printed on washes away, and all you're left with is the fabric, as in the picture on the right. This means you can also just embroider directly onto your bag or coat if you want to, I just prefer to make patches

Here's what the stick on sheets look like before you embroider. I got mine from the Barmy Fox but they don't appear to sell them any more. You're looking for something along the line of "Stick and Stitch" embroidery patterns. You can also buy the paper and print your own patterns out directly onto it.

The dagger is on a scrap of fabric ready to go

Once you've completed your embroidery and sewn in any ends, it's time to add your iron-on interfacing. You don't have to do it, but I always do. It makes the patch more substantial and helps stop fraying on the cut edges. Cut a piece of interfacing a bit bigger then your patch. Iron the shiny side (this is the side with the glue) onto the BACK of your patch, using a warm iron. Let it cool, then cut carefully around the patch getting as close to the stitching as you can. You'll end up with something like this

Congratulations! Your patches are now ready to sew or pin to an article of your choosing. When I'm sewing patches on I use a matching embroidery thread and small whip stitches, and it's almost invisible.

Remember that these are hand-sewn! They are much more delicate than machine-embroidered ones so be careful when washing. When I wash my denim jacket I sew squares of muslin over the patches with a large running stitch. This protects them from friction in the machine. I also turn the jacket inside out and wash on the delicate cycle. You don't want your hard work to be ruined, after all!

[ahhfear]

MY FINISHED ADOLIN COSPLAY FROM LAST YEAR!!

the leafy chain is to represent maya, in this picture it’s hard to see anyone but sureblood but i also had a galant charm and a sword maya charm. and of course my wedding ring.

these last two are mostly silly, i think it’s important you know w bought horse socks for this cosplay. and the last picture is of me proposing to a lovely shallan cosplayer with a ring pop. it was a very fun time

-

[IDs copied in alt text: 5 photos, IDs in order from right to left, top to bottom.

first ID: a photo of a cosplayer dressed as Adolin, shown from the thighs up. The photo was taken in a park, with trees and dappled sunlight in the background. The cosplayer is slim with pale skin and their curly hair in black and gold stripes has been pulled back in a low ponytail with curly bangs hanging over their forehead. They wear a modified Kholin uniform in shades of blue. They wear a medium blue, puffy sleeved shirt with tight cuffs, a darker blue vest with gold detailing, and navy blue pants. The vest has been sewn and altered extensively. It has gold trim along the edges. There’s a vibrant panel in the centre of the front, attached with two rows of gold buttons, and the Kholin glyphpair is embroidered along the panel in gold. There is a gold chain attached to the bottom two buttons on the vest, lined with green leaf charms, and a chain on the right side has an iridescent white horse charm. They are wearing jewellery as befitting a prince - necklaces, pins, and a ring. One necklace is a gold chain with coin-shaped charms hanging from it, and the other necklace has a shiny pendant. The pins are attached to the vest, both gold, both over the heart. One is circular with a blue gem in the centre, and the other has a pointed flower shape with a white gem. They stand confidently, their left hand resting on the hilt of the sheathed sword on their belt. That hand wears a gold ring with a diamond in the centre. In a final touch they also wear dashing gold sword earrings.

second ID: a further zoomed out picture of the same adolin cosplayer in the same pose, this time with a more neutral expression. their whole body is in frame and the background is not blurred. their shoes are brown heeled boots the same color at the belt hilt for the sword. one foot is up on a small ledge

third ID: the same cosplayer, pose and framing as the first picture. the only difference being they have a huge grin on their face, as if they were just told a very funny joke.

fourth ID: a photo taken in a different place, indoors, pointed down at the ground, showing a pair of feet in light blue socks covered in horses and their legs, as well as a hand wearing a gold ring with a diamond in the middle.

Fifth ID: a photo back in the park. the adolin cosplayer is on one knee in front of a shallan cosplayer, who has red ginger hair, a green long sleeved dress white pants, dark brown boots, a white glove and a brown bag. they are both holding a green ring pop that the adolin cosplayer is holding up. they are both smiling at each other. the adolin cosplayer has a blue ribbon tying their ponytail and the chain with the white horse also has a gold sword and a black horse, but the black horse is unclear against their dark pants. End IDs]

thank you to @cosmereplay for helping write the first ID and edit the others.

[yellowjacketsfashion]

CLOSE MATCH: This “Yellowjackets Ringer T-Shirt” from MoonspellReplica on Etsy is a close match to the shirt seen throughout the show on Shauna, Mari, and other Yellowjackets (mostly extras).

Link:

[nanamineedstherapy]

Crack Extended Cut: Third Wheeling Your Own Marriage

F!Non-Sorceress CEO Reader x Gojo Satoru x Nanami Kento

Summary: Collection of oneshots that didn't make it into the main plotline but are still funny. Gojo Satoru becomes a model, and Nanami Kento has beef with Vogue. Their housekeeping staff meets the office. Mostly fluff with light angst. Will add other couples too down the line. Reality + Social Media + Poly + Vogue + Unhinged murderous raccoon + Bored staff who roast Gojo. A/N: This is a canon-adjacent shitpost in my polyjjk AU that was never supposed to exist but did because i had a cursed thought at 3 AM: “what if a TikTok interviewer asked them how pregnancy works.” Yes, this is technically relevant. Yes, the raccoon has more followers than Gojo. No, I will not explain the medical timeline because there isn’t one. Please enjoy this descent into delusion.

Previous Oneshot Chapter [Tumblr/Ao3] | Main Series [Tumblr/Ao3]

Chapter 1 - Shibuya Polycule meets Tokyo Sims

You should not have asked them to take you on a walk.

You had wanted a peaceful stroll through Shibuya. Some air. Maybe ice cream. But peace, like many things in your life—control, privacy, a properly aligned spine—had long died the moment you married them.

Gojo Satoru, the human embodiment of a PR disaster, was already halfway through a box of his favorite overpriced zunda and cream-flavored Kikufuku, sunglasses perched low on his nose, which did nothing to hide the fact he was hot and obnoxious in 4K. Nanami Kento, by contrast, was walking five paces behind like a government-assigned babysitter. Hands in pockets. Jaw tight. Probably counting down to retirement again.

And you, the visibly pregnant, were waddling through central Tokyo like an angry myth—radiating heat, hormones, and the quiet promise of violence. Every passerby clocked your belly first, then your husbands, then you—and wisely decided not to make eye contact.

But then it happened.

He emerged like a cursed spirit spawning mid-boss fight—mic clipped to his shirt. “Hey! I’m Kole from Tokyo Sims—mind if I ask a few questions?”

You knew exactly who he was. Kole—the TikToker who stopped random people in public and mined their sex lives for content. The internet adored him for one reason: nothing phased him. Not the girl who confessed to biting her friend during karaoke, not the man with an OnlyFans dedicated to Garfield cosplay. Nothing.

Without even glancing at your husbands, you smiled like a crocodile. “Of course.”

Gojo lit up like someone had handed him both a mic and diplomatic immunity. Nanami sighed through his nose, the way men do when they’ve accepted their fate but still resent its timing.

Kole adjusted his grip on the mic. “Cool. So how did you two meet?” He gestured toward you and Gojo, who was clinging to your side like a needy barnacle in couture, his hand inching subtly—like you didn’t notice—toward your sideboob.

“Three,” you corrected.

Kole blinked once. “Three?”

Without ceremony, you reached back and yanked Nanami into frame like a coworker being summoned into a surprise Zoom call.

“We’re married,” Gojo said brightly. “Poly. Very European. Very French.”

“I’m not French,” Nanami muttered.

“I am,” Gojo winked. “When it’s sexy.”

“All three of us are married,” you added, smiling wide. “That’s why they won’t stop bickering.”

Kole stared blankly. “So… like… all three of you. At the same time.”

“You say that like it’s hard,” you deadpanned, knowing that if your stocks were going to tank after this interview, you were going down swinging.

Kole didn’t laugh. He just nodded slowly, like he was trying to remember if this counted as journalism.

“And you’re pregnant,” he added. “Congrats. Who’s the father?”

The silence that followed was dangerous.

Nanami stilled beside you, shoulders taut, while your eyes sparkled in sync with Gojo’s—matching shades of ‘let’s cause problems on purpose.’

“I am,” Gojo said, beaming.

“I'm the father,” Nanami said at the exact same time, like Darth Vader.

“Tis me,” you added serenely.

Kole’s eye twitched.

“All of us,” you concluded.

Kole stared. “That’s… a joke, right?”

Nanami’s jaw clenched. “No comment.”

“Yes,” you chirped, far too cheerfully. “Totally.”

“Quantum pregnancy, baby,” Gojo added. “Get with the timeline.”

Kole blinked. “What—?”

“She had a hysterectomy,” Gojo offered, like it was a fun fact.

“I regrew her uterus,” Nanami said, calm as if he were discussing rainfall.

Kole didn’t react. Just gave a tiny nod like someone quietly exiting their own body. “That’s not how biology works,” he murmured.

Gojo nodded solemnly. “Medically, no.”

“You’re not doctors… are you?”

“I’m not a doctor,” Nanami clarified, which somehow made it worse.

“I’m a teacher,” Gojo said.

You smiled at Kole. “Medically, yes. But this was a spiritually irresponsible decision.”

“We are not responsible people,” Gojo agreed, biting into a Kikufuku mochi.

Kole blinked at the phone in his hand like it might turn into a gun. “Do you… know what the babies will look like?”

“Both of us,” Gojo said.

“Neither,” Nanami replied.

“They have heterochromia,” you added casually.

“They’re not even born,” Kole muttered.

Gojo pulled out a crumpled Polaroid. “Ultrasound. If you spiritually squint, you can see the eye color.”

“Or if you’re on acid,” you mumbled.

Kole squinted. “Are those… horns?”

“I hope they’re horns,” Gojo said brightly. “Otherwise something’s growing in there that’s not on the baby apps.”

“They have Satoru’s bloodline,” Nanami added. “We’re expecting explosions.”

“Sometimes when I pee, they kick so hard I pass out,” you said, entirely too happy about it.

Gojo cooed as if you hadn’t just casually mentioned unconscious urination but rather announced a promotion. “Aww, baby, you’re stealing my shtick. That’s so romantic, but I’m sorry you feel the need to deflect with humor.” He popped a Mango Cream mochi into your mouth and rubbed your bump with the care of someone feeding a cow—because otherwise, you might bite.

“You’re right, I deserve better.” You chewed thoughtfully and swallowed before turning to bury your face in Nanami’s chest. “Kento, tell me I’m beautiful.”

Nanami let out a deep, long-suffering sigh. His hand settled between your shoulder blades, his thumb moving in slow circles—more instinct than affection at this point. “You’re… hauntingly beautiful,” he muttered, not looking at the camera.

You tilted your head slightly toward Gojo, though you didn’t pull away from Nanami’s chest, smirking against his shirt. “See? My husband’s perfect.”

Gojo gasped. “Why does he get hugs? I’m the one feeding you like my queen!”

Your grin turned sharp. “Because his heartbeat drowns out your voice.”

Nanami, with the reflexes of a married man who’s seen some shit—or more accurately, seen you try worse in public—immediately placed one large palm against your forehead to stop you from motorboating his chest in on camera.

“Not here,” he said.

Kole didn’t blink. Just stared into the lens like it was a confession booth. “Right. So… how does the pregnancy work—”

Gojo clapped him on the back. “Don’t worry about it, champ.”

“The important thing,” you said sweetly, “is we’re a happy, functioning family.”

“Define functioning,” Nanami muttered.

“Define happy,” Gojo added.

Kole’s soul didn’t pack its bags. It just… lay down in traffic. “Are you joking?” he asked, not because he needed an answer—just because it was habit.

“I’m always joking,” Gojo said.

“I’m never joking,” Nanami replied.

“YOU will never know with me,” you said, patting your stomach like a war drum.

Kole adjusted the mic like it was a rosary. “Okay. So. Uh… where did you all meet?”

“Jujutsu Tech,” Gojo and Nanami said in perfect, cult-like sync.

Kole stared. “…Is that a startup?”

Gojo nodded solemnly. “Very underground. No Glassdoor reviews. Also, we fight demons.”

Kole paused, processing that the same way one processes being handed a baby goat at a funeral. “I—I thought you were a CEO?” he asked you, voice flat.

“I am,” you said.

“She’s also our wife. And the company’s primary investor,” Nanami added.

“She once bought me a basketball court because I said I liked Space Jam,” Gojo said proudly.

“She also assaulted someone with a frying pan in 2017,” Nanami added.

“That was never proven,” you replied, perfectly calm.

Gojo suddenly perked up and pulled out his phone. “Wanna see our raccoon?”

Kole didn’t flinch. “Sure.”

“He’s albino,” Gojo explained, flipping the screen. “His name’s Feral Rizz.”

“Or Takahashi, the Executive Trash Associate,” Nanami said, like the raccoon had a résumé. “ETA-san, if you will.”

Kole looked at the raccoon in Gucci booties, then back at Gojo. “That tracks.”

“That’s fair,” you agreed.

Gojo grinned, unprompted. “Also—fun fact. She said in a GQ interview she never wanted kids. Publicly. Like, multiple times.”

Kole turned to you. “So… you lied?”

You sipped from your juice box. “Plans change.”

“She also said she hates men, but here we are,” Nanami added.

Gojo, nuzzling into your temple, whispered, “I’m more of a Samoyed than a man. Woof.”

You tried not to smile. You failed.

And Kole clocked it, just barely tilting his head. “Anyway,” he said slowly, like he was now just interviewing the concept of fate. “Thanks for your time—”

“Wait,” Gojo chirped. “Ask us about the 3AM Test!”

“Or the bounty,” you added, tone far too cheerful.

“Or my Domain Expansion,” Nanami offered, like he was requesting a war crimes tribunal.

Kole gave you all a long look. “Right. So, you’re telling me you’re pregnant with twins from two different men after a hysterectomy because one of them regrew your uterus, and you all fight demons for an underground startup that doesn’t exist online?”

“Yes,” the three of you said, in sync.

Silence.

Kole blinked between you, waiting for someone to laugh. No one did. “Got it.”

Then, with the quiet dignity of a man clocking out of his last day on Earth, he continued. “Well, definitely not the weirdest thing I’ve heard this week.”

Gojo spoke up again. “Aren’t you gonna ask about the drama?”

Kole paused. “…The what?”

Nanami sighed like he’d aged ten years. “Don’t.”

Gojo leaned in, whispering excitedly. “Did you know she was attacked by a mob when our marriage leaked?”

Your smile turned scalpel-sharp, smug. “And I still rescued my raccoon in the process.”

Nanami closed his eyes. “Please stop talking. That night still gives me PTSD.”

Kole didn’t move as the video ended. Just turned off the mic and deadpanned, “I’m gonna tag this ‘educational.’” Then walked off without a goodbye.

Gojo watched him go. “Aww. He didn’t even get to the juicy stuff.”

Nanami rubbed his temples like this was a weekly occurrence. “You just told a civilian about cursed energy.”

“He’s gonna assume it’s a kink thing,” Gojo shrugged.

You waddled forward, unbothered. “He’s not wrong.”

Gojo slung an arm around your shoulders. “That went well.”

Nanami exhaled like the last thread of his soul had snapped. “I need a drink.”

You whirled. “Wow. The double standards in this marriage are astronomical.”

Then, without waiting for an answer, you stormed ahead, hips swaying with righteous fury.

“What? Wait—come back—I wasn’t actually going to drink! I’ll wait till you can!” Nanami called, hurrying after you like a guilty golden retriever—well, he was a stoic one anyway, with golden hair to prove it.

Gojo just dragged you closer to him, smug. “See? He’s not perfect. We deserve better.”

And miles away, in the comments section of Tokyo Sims: Shibuya Polycule…

@BodySnatcherSupreme: This cannot be real.

@FatherFigureNotFound: WAIT, THAT WAS THE CEO WHO SAID SHE HATED MEN IN 2018??? BABE WHAT.

@Kaori_MyChildNotSpecial: I think I just watched three war criminals gaslight an interviewer into an aneurysm.

@KenjakuMindGamesDLC: No, but fr who tf is Feral Rizz and why does he have a verified account and an IMDb page?

A/N: Update: Kole has quit TikTok and enrolled in a seminary. Gojo wants to duet the video with fan edits of your wedding. Nanami is drinking soda water and whispering, “It’s not real, it’s not real.” And you? You’ve just posted a passive-aggressive memo on LinkedIn about the “importance of NDAs in poly marriages.” Anyway. This is now a one-shot series called “You Shouldn’t Have Asked.” More episodes soon. possibly involving a raccoon-exclusive red carpet event. Pray for Kole.

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You stay away from my brother cause I say so! Pt 4

You opened it to see Katsuki stood there in his red dress shirt and black trousers, holding something behind his back. His eyes were glued to the floor and he visibly seemed uncomfortable in his own skin.

“Wanna go for a walk?” He said under his breath, his eyes furiously staring at your feet.

“What?”

“Did i stut…would you like to go on a walk with me…please.” He was trying every polite trick in his arsenal, you could tell he didn’t know how to act nicely around people, especially not you.

“Um, okay? I guess?”

“Well you don’t fucking hav….” The restraint on his face looked painful, he was trying his hardest to be nice to you. “I would like it if you would join me.”

“Okay just, let me change out of my pjs….ill be two seconds.” You closed to door on him, ran to get better clothes, then realised youd just closed the door in his fucking face. You ran back and opened the door,

“Shit sorry, eh, come in… I guess?” You opened the door wider and let him in, your room was baby blue with pictures of video game characters strewn all across it. It looked like a teenage boys room, you even had a pin up picture of a woman in cosplay with her boobs mostly out on your wall. He stared at it confused.

“Oh yeah eh, she’s cool. She’s cosplaying someone from a game me and Eijiro play, i thought she was kinda hot so….”

Your face flushed at not only a boy being in your room, but having to then explain to him that you found women hot too….it was all too much. You shook your head and sifted through your draws, finding a summer dress youd shoved at the bottom. You ran to your tiny bathroom and got changed, sorted your hair and pinched your cheeks so it seemed you were wearing blush. As you stepped out he stared at you, holding the flower in his hand infront of him now. His eyes widened at how different you looked, his mouth accidently letting words slip out,

“Fucking hell…” He suddenly closed his mouth and stood up straight, holding the flower out to you, his eyes now darting to the side and embarrassment slightly flushing his cheeks. “S’for you, I guess. Eijiro said you liked flowers so. Picked this one.”

You stared down at the flower wilting slightly in his hand, you took it and pressed it to your chest slightly.

“You…picked it for me?” Your cheeks becoming even more rosy, you placed it in a spare star wars rinse cup you had in your bathroom, filled it up and the put it on your nightstand.

“Yeah so…the walk.” Your span around and saw him stood in the doorway, tapping his foot. It seemed like nerves but he tried to hide it as impatience. You smiled and joined him, closing your door behind yourself.

You both walked around a wooded area just outside of campus, you didn’t talk about anything in particular, just about class, training, how izuku was crushing hard on Ochaco, then I turned to the gym.

“So, when you didn’t turn up a few times I kinda got the message…”

“You still went?” You had slowed your pace slightly at your surprise.

“Of course I still went.” He carried on walking, so you jogged slightly to catch up.

“Katsuki…”

“Katz.” He didnt look at you when he corrected you. You blushed slightly at his correction.

“Katz…i didnt realise you still wanted to….” He looked down at you from the corner of his eyes,

“Of course I did. Just because you were an asshole didnt mean i didnt still wanna….”

“Wanna what….finger me?” His cheeks got rosy at your statement as he stared at you again. Your teasing had clearly flustered him. You smiled at his cheeks beaming pink, and pushed slightly into his shoulder.

“Im only teasing don’t worry.”

“You’re not wrong.” He whispered, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. You flicked your eyes to him again, a new kind of heat stirred in your stomach again, it was the electricity coming back. Youd gulped heavily as his hand brushed yours.

“I mean….can if you….want.” Your voice shook, you didnt know where this sudden confidence came from, but it was out in the open now. All you had to do was wait for his reply…

He span to face you and pulled you into an embrace. His arms were tight and hot around your waist, pulling you closer into him. He looked down at you and smirked, his punishingly red eyes staring straight into you, only creasing slightly as his smirk pushed his cheek up. He looked down at your lips the back up again, pulling you into a passionate kiss. After the kiss, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards a group of trees, then pressed you up against them, slotting his knee inbetween your thighs. He started peppering your neck in kisses, was he going to try to finger you in the woods?! As hot as it sounded, that was the LAST thing you needed photographing. His hand started sliding up your thigh as you grabbed it tightly and stopped him.

“I didn’t mean right this second Jesus man!” You giggled as he started biting your neck. Your breath moaned slightly at his teeth, and hearing this he let his own feral moan escape him. He tried to put his hand back on your thigh as you pushed him away. “Cmon, let go back to the dorms, no creeps can try taking pictures of us there.”

He lead you by the hand to his dorm, kicking it open and pulling you in. His room was clean, organised with very little decoration. He had a few all might figures, band posters and his drum set which sat at the far corner, and then his bed. His perfectly made, dangerously alluring bed. He pulled you to it as he sat down, you stood infront of him between his legs. You didn’t know whether to climb ontop of him, to sit next to him, or to run away screaming and blushing like a young school girl. Which unfortunately you basically still were, even though you were a third year. As you stood there, he noticed your slightly awkwardness to the situation and decided to help you by pulling you down next to him. You sat with him, your knees pressed against each others as he put his hand around the side of your face, almost wrapping around to the back of your neck. You suddenly noticed how big his hands were and how long his fingers were. You gulped at their size. He pulled you into a kiss and put his other hand on your thigh, just above your knee but slowly moving towards the edge of your summerdress. You could feel the electricity humming in your body again. Fuck. The guy who youd given a black eye too was about to be the first ever guy to finger you. Fuck. Fuuuck.

As his hand began to dance under the edge of your dress, his lips started pushing harder into you, you couldnt help yourself, you ended up putting your hand on his thigh too, but because of the way he was sat you ended up putting it directly ontop of his cock. You jolted slightly at the feel of it, he was rock hard already. He let out a small exhale as his smirk made his teeth nearly collide with yours. As youd jolted youd let your hand hover about him, and after he smirked he bucked his hips up slightly helping you rest your hand back down on him. As soon as you did, you started to slowly rub over the top of his trousers. You could feel every inch, every vein, it intimidated you slightly. You didn’t have particularly small hands, and it STILL felt this big. Jesus. He better not be expecting it to be going into your mouth tonight, because it definitely wasn’t going to fit. You expected even a seasoned pro to struggle with it. As you rubbed him, his hand danced closer and closer to your pants, making you incredibly aware of how wet youd already become, his fingers started to trace the outline of your entrance as he tried to find your clit. Eventually he found it, making a sharp exhale erupt from your lips, momentarily breaking the kiss. He pressed his forehead to yours as you both panted into each others mouths, it quickly become apparent there were too many clothes inbetween the both of you.