#need to redo his scar

[boyybites]

If I don't draw him every once in awhile my besties scream cry and throwup in despair.

Also it's very hard to clothe him in a way thats not ooc and still shows off the lines im most proud of.

[sergle]

I think my favorite thing about doing ginger red hair instead of cherry red hair is: lying to people about it

[wastelandhell]

While I was picking outfit things out of RE4 I grabbed Leon's eyelashes as well. Tacked them onto Val's eyes as a quick test, but I actually really like them. They're about 50x as big as the original ones, so I would't want them on every npc, but they're good for a player character. I'd like to do another version of this in the future with a model I have permission to use so I can upload it to nexus.

[bottomvalerius]

Doing a Sam thirst post because we can’t just have they/them ass and titties all the time, we also need retired t boy swag ya know

[cygnus-rex]

Let’s talk about honey.

In his most recent episode, we see Joel has been having a hard time selling his honey.

Etho to the rescue.

Joel, S10#13:

“Honey, however, I’m pretty sure is not looking good.”

Sends Etho a letter with honey and berries as a thank you for the Joel statue: “I don’t have many riches, but here is some honey & berries as a thank you!”

Etho, S10#7:

Receives and reads Joel’s letter: “Oh snap, that’s amazing. I actually really need honey right now.”

Etho: [showing Scar his new storage room, complete with lots of honey even if he could have used stained glass] “Yeah, look at this, we got honey roofs in here, um—”

Etho: [fiddling with his Frogger roads]“So that plan has fallen through. We wanna use honey blocks now I think.” [proceeds to redo the whole road with honey underneath]

The man was pretty much promoting honey throughout his new episode.

I just think it’s sweet. 🍯

[dokidokidraft]

MHA boys HC pt. 2

Includes: Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Hitoshi Shinso

(More next time)

Warning: tinyyyyy but of pervy behaviour from denki! If that makes you uncomfortable please skip his part 🫶

~Denki Kaminari~

-He’s always trying to make you smile and laugh! Lots of inside jokes

-Mario kart tournaments with this guy. He’s the king at any video game, so sorry for your loss. He’s beating you no matter what you try, but if he wants you to smile or feels bad he’ll let you win

-has scars from his quirk. They look like lightning strikes and line up his arms and some on his torso (this isn’t canon I just think it’s good for the character)

-a bit of a perv. Ex: caught staring at you multiple times. LOTS of suggestive comments. “Jokingly” has tried to look up your skirt. Buys you revealing clothes. Encourages you to wear said revealing clothes. Still your number 1 cheerleader tho and we love him •_•

-only he is allowed to be a perv around you. As soon as mineta makes a comment/acts he’ll glare at him. “She’s mine. Go bug Momo”

-When he overuses his quirk/short circuits, he relies completely on instinct. Somehow his instincts always lead him to you. It’s kinda cute

-gets bullied for his quirk. You will literally beat up anyone who does that tho

-such a bubbly personality. He’s such a sweetheart though

-*finger guns*

-has a pikachu plushie and/or onesie

-will charge your phone for you. It hurts him if he does it too much, but on the occasions when he’s fully charged himself, he’s doing it for you

-keep an portable charger with you! This guy forgets his all the time

-super friendly to everyone. Definition of extrovert. He’s always trying to take you out to do things. Once you went to the aquarium with him and he tried to stick his hand in the octopus tank

-sends you memes at 4 am titled “this is literally us”

~Eijiro Kirishima~

-MANLY

-you aren’t allowed to carry anything remotely heavy around him. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I got that for you”

-pays for everything. You simply cannot offer to pay without him faking offence

-toxic masculinity? Who’s that?

-husky morning voice 🙏

-lets you watch him workout. If you what to join he’ll gladly help you use the equipment if you’re new to the gym, or simply be your spotter. If you don’t want to join him, he’s definitely showing off with the weights.

-classic romantic dates. Restaurants, and picnics are his specialty (definitely some gym dates mixed in there)

-always shirtless. He just wants to show off. It’s not like you’re complaining though….

-he’s really insecure about his quirk, and doesn’t think he’s good enough. Just remind him that you love him. Give him loads of attention and affection when he has his panic episodes.

-lets you dye/style his hair. His favourite positions is you sitting in the counter redoing his roots, while he’s in a chair in front of you. He doesn’t even need entertainment, he’s just enjoying the feeling of your gloved hands in his hair.

-loves when you wear his shirts. Especially his Red Riot merch ($-$)

-manly hands 🫡

-He personally doesn’t care much about PDA, he’ll do anything as long as you’re comfortable

-cannot cook for the life of him. Last time he was in the kitchen he caught his toast on fire

~Hitoshi Shinso~

-He is SO sleep deprived. You can tell by the bags under his eyes. Definitely has insomnia or something

-cat cafe dates with him. (I’m seriously thinking of writing a whole damn fanfic of this, just need motivation) he just loves cats sm, and he loves you, so this is the perfect plan according to him.

-needs his coffee in the morning. Can’t function without it. Also has his coffe without any cream or milk (like a psycho)

-Texts you really late at night for no reason. Even if he knows you’re asleep he’ll still do it cuz he’s bored

-messy hair 24/7

-late night walks with him. You guys don’t even have to talk, he’ll just walk with you beside him (he’ll hold your hand if he’s in the mood) and you’ll walk under the moonlight. Also loves to point out constellations to you

-once he grabbed something that you couldn’t reach for you, and you called him “your hero”. He’s never stopped thinking about it since

-usually does his training outside, late at night

-not a headcanon, but I’d just like to say, him in his mask 🛐

-has tired/dead eyes all the time. And looks hot in them too

-wears Jean jackets, hoodies, sweats, those weird fancy cotton shorts. And lets you steal all of them <3

-the type of boyfriend that gets jealous easily. Someone could look at you the wrong way and all of the sudden you guys “forgot to vacuum” and you’re getting swept off your feet and carried to his dorm for some cuddles

-asks for help studying. He does fine academically, he jus wants to spend time with you

Hope you guys enjoyed!!!

@kimyoudraft thought of you while writing for kiri 🫶

[valsdelulucorner]

What I the brothers hands would look like

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Lucifer

His hands are in pretty good condition but they are always covered by his gloves

Long but chonky fingers, his fingers are thick and strong but they are quite long aswell

He keeps his nails in Prestine condition, having Asmo redo his nails if the paint chips

He keeps his nails short because of the gloves, but i like to think he picks them if he's stressed so that's another reason to wear gloves, making sure he cant ruin the skin around his nails

The top of his hand looks very pretty but his palm is rough, calloused, and scared.

His right hand having that little bump on his fingers from where he rests his pen

Has hands mixed between average and rough

Mammon

His hands are second to asmo's, he needs to keep his hands in good condition because he is a model

Lanky fingers littered in rings, not only do they look nice but they are quite good for pick pocketing

His nails are quite nice most of the time but after a night out or a night working for some extra cash, his nail polish does get chipped and scuffed

Hear me out, he accidently burnt off his finger prints in a hot pan one time while trying to get into a safe, not knowing it was a temperature not even demons can handle. Got smooth fingertips now

Got a few scars on his thumb and index fingers, covers them up with rings sometimes

Has soft hands

Leviathan

This man has vainy, Lanky hands, you cannot tell me otherwise

His fingers are extremely fast because he plays alot of rhythm games and games that require quick reaction time

His nail varnish gets chipped alot because he chews on them when he watches anime or watches game cutscenes

I like to think that he gets ruri~chan nail stickers and decorates his nails with them, much to Asmo's annoyance after finishing his nails

He likes to wear bracelets that complement his nails, alot of anime themed bracelets to match his nail stickers

I just know this mans palms are clammy and sweaty

Satan

Sorry Satan stans but I do think this man has average hands, fingers just a little over average length

His hands are scared from when he first came down to devildom, when his wrath was extremely explosive and impulsive. The scars are faded alot not but you can still see them faintly

I like to think his nails are in alright shape, he lets asmo redo them after a while as they gossip over it

His palms are alittle rough after resting them against the books he reads and his fingers are rough after the scars left deep marks. He uses hand cream to make them softer

Asmodeus

He has the nicest hands and nails out of his brothers

He has lovely long fingers that he sometimes decorates in rings, his nails are always nice and his hands are always soft

his knuckles and finger joints have natural blush and he is proud of it, he sees people on devil gram do tuts about how to get that with makeup and he will just respond with "Wait, people don't have it naturally?"

He always has different nail shapes when the trends change and go but his nails are always healthy. He prefers press on nails over acrylic, he doesn't like it when his nails are frail and weak after getting the acrylics off

His hands are the softest out of the brothers

Beelzebub

He's got the hardest hands out of his brothers due to all of the work outs he does

He has large hands and thick fingers, his fingers are long and his nails are quite scuffed

His hands are quite scared and are pretty huge, he can fit a entire coke can in the palm

Chews on his nails subconsciously sometimes when he gets hungry, much to asmo's annoyance

His fingers and palms are really rough and calloused because of how much he uses them

Belphegor

He's got long, bony, and vainy hands. They haven't seen the sun in years so they are really pale aswell

I think his nails are the most unkept out of all of the brothers, they get quite long because he sleeps alot of the time

Has scars on his wrist from where you scratched him and dug your fingers into him from when, you know, when he killed you. He thinks about those scars alot

He would be sleeping and asmo would just come up and fix his nails for him, shaping them down for him and painting them in a nice colour

His hands are actually extremely soft

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This was sitting in my drafts for a while and I felt bad about the last post so here you guys are, I hope you guys enjoy<3

[yanderefreak1213]

Imagine reader is talking to their friends, and in passing says something like 'no one would marry me anyway, I have too many scars.' Not as a self deprecating thing, but reader just thinks its a fact.

What would Genshin men's reaction be? 👀

Okay, okay so- you didn't like...Put who exactly. So I'mma choose a couple and if you wanted a certain character please let me know and I'll redo it! Gonna do them as plain out reactions. Warnings: Yandere themes, thoughts of harm to another *Not reader*, mention of scars. NOTE: Reader is kept as blank as possible, this includes gender, race and sexuality. //////////////////////////////////////////////// Kazuha: This man adores you, so hearing those words escape you breaks his heart. Do not tempt this man as he will indeed propose right there on the spot, ring or no ring. He loves every bit of you, chubby, thin, scars or no scars. He will compliment every little thing about you. In truth, I imagine he'd have plenty of his own scars, and he understands the insecurities that come with it.But don't worry, he'll make sure you know how much he loves you and your scars. Wanderer: Mmm....You know, I feel like Wanderer isn't overly soft...Like it'd probably go like "Are you stupid? I'm standing right here!" In response truthfully. He's not trying to be....That mean. But come onnn, you think a part of your body is going to scare him? He finds them beautiful non-the less and will not tolerate you insulting yourself (thats his job). Now if anyone had said that to you,they may or may not be seen again (He's trying to be a good guy you know..) Albedo: I feel like...He'd be confused on what you're saying...Are you hinting to him you want him to marry you? Sure thats not what you said...But to think no one wants to marry you when he's shown you so many of his art pieces of you? I feel like...Despite him not being...Great at social stuff. He 100% will do his best to make you happy and much more comfortable in your own skin.He can't marry you in this very moment...But he has plans! You just need to hold on a little longer...

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

I think the larger MCYT fandom needs to come together to petition AO3 to change the character tags. Yes, it'll be annoying to redo for them and us, but I would MUCH rather tag things with shit like "Grian (Hermitcraft)" and "GoodTimesWithScar (Third Life)" instead of fuckin "Charles | Grian (Hermitcraft)" or "Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar (Third Life)", because I, and no one I know, have never thought of those cubitos/creators as Charles or Ryan instead of Grian or Scar. Bryce instead of fWhip? Hell even "Dave | Technoblade", even if it's not being changed and is wrong bc his name was Alex, it should be NOT THAT.

Their real life names should not be associated with the character name unless their username is different than the general name they use even in the content they produce (such as Jimmy | SolidarityGaming, Lizzie | LDShadowLady, or Martyn | InTheLittleWood). No one calls Bdubs "John" or "Booko". He's just Bdubs or BdoubleO100.

I know Mumbo's name is Oliver Brotherhood. But that's not the name I associate with him, and I'm willing to bet most fans don't associate "oliver brotherhood" with Mumbo either.

Content Creators should only have their iRL names attached to their AO3 tags if a) the tag is for ACTUAL RPF that isn't about the fictional personas, which SHOULD BE A SEPARATE TAG, or b) they actually go by their actual name in their content. And even then, if they don't go by their FULL NAME it should be "first name | username" not "full legal name | username". So "Scott | Smajor1995" or "Scott | DangThatsALongName", not "Scott Major | Smajor1995" or "Scott Major | DangThatsALongName". "MumboJumbo (Hermitcraft)" not "Oliver Brotherhood | MumboJumbo".

Just. We are the only ones that can tell AO3 why the tags are currently wrong. And we need to do so.

ETA: I have created a petition actually, if we want to try to approach AO3 en masse. Please sign?

[d34dlysinner]

Morax drabble, "guilt and pleasure"

"Do you feel guilty about being healed by me?", he asked, as he redid one of his bandages only for it to be soaked with blood the very next second. "You shouldn't be... I enjoy my job. I enjoy taking pain from others.", he said as he looked very delighted in taking away one of your bruises. "I feel happy knowing that I can take this away from you. You're human. You should have the freedom to live without unwanted pain.", he said in his sickly sweet voice. You couldn't see it properly, but the way his eyes curved and the soft, but happy tone in his voice definitely confirmed that he was happy.

"But... Morax-", you started as you saw him take away the wounds, the big ones and the small ones, from your skin.

"You shouldn't worry. I'm adapted to this.", he interrupted you. He stood up when he was finished taking away your wounds.

You knew that you can't take away his wounds. If you could, you'd probably debate whether you should or shouldn't. It's his way of having fun, do you really want to take away something that he likes solely because it looks like it hurts. You would be stuck in an endless loop of questions and reasoning to whether you will or won't take his wounds away.

You sighed as you couldn't complain or talk back to his reasoning. "At least let me redo your bandages.", you said as you took a normal roll or bandages.

"I should advise you on how to use these... But it'll mean a lot if you can help.", he said as he guided you into placing bandages on him. You were about to undo the ones on his face, but he caught your hands before they could even touch him. "Not here...", he said.

"You need to redo those too... Let me help.", you said, but he shook his head and pulled your hands away.

"Of all things, I don't want you to see my face. At least for now. I'm okay with you seeing all the rest of me.", he said in a soft tone. "I know you worry about my state, but I fear I would make you restless when you've seen my face. It's better to not see than to worry. Especially in your case... I want you to live in Hell freely and joyfully, and I'll keep the memories of you as scars on my body once you've left Hell.", he said as his thumbs drew circles on the top of your hands. An invisible smile yet again adorned his wrapped up face.

He really was enjoying himself, you wouldn't dare take away what he liked after what he just told you.

[evereverest2]

Beer Bottle — Terzomega drabble

1.1k words

Terzo shows up only two hours before a ritual, asking Omega for help.

this is FLUFF, no smut. just a comfort piece between two lovers bc starting up school again has been stressful<3 now ik this damn website demands smut, so in exchange for that appeal, i offer you my art. (more images under the cut)

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“What did you get yourself into?”

Terzo shifted, wrapping his unbuttoned shirt that was falling around his shoulders tighter around his arms. He reached up and played with his grucifix, fiddling at the black cross with his fingers.

“I said no questions,” Terzo responded, flicking his eyes away from Omega’s intense stare. He pressed the grucifix against his lips, nibbling on it subconsciously.

Omega took a step back. He just had healed a cut on Terzo’s shoulder, turning it from a nasty gash to nothing but a faint scar, one that would certainly disappear within the week. Omega frowned, studying his face. “You’ll have to redo your paint soon.”

“Can you do it? It is faster when it is someone else.”

“I can’t do it, I’m not your makeup artist.”

“Oh, how hard is it, eh?” Terzo said, frustrated. “It is just a fucking skull!”

Omega crossed his arms, ignoring the outburst. “Tell me what happened last night.”

Terzo sighed. He was sitting on a bathroom counter at the back of a concert venue, only two hours before they were set to perform. He had approached Omega—careful to sneak past the crew and other ghouls—who immediately overreacted upon seeing him. All Terzo had wanted was for him to heal his wound, but Omega clearly had other ideas.

“Nothing.”

Omega, ever patient, put his hands on Terzo’s shoulders. “Why the hell did you come here looking like this?”

“Err… I overslept.”

Omega’s glare was intense, intimidating. Terzo shrunk under his imposing presence. Questioning, accusing.

“Tell me. Please, Terzo,” Omega said firmly. He cupped his face with his hand, gently brushing his cheek with his thumb.

Terzo could not hold it in anymore. His lips twisted down, parting slightly, a short cry slipping out of him. He covered his face, shoulders shaking, and began to weep.

“Oh— Fuck—“ Terzo sobbed. “No— Dammit, Omega…”

At once he was met with arms around him, with a gentle hand running through his hair, with tender coos and whispers, with back scratches.

“My tersoro.” Omega kissed his head. “It’s okay. Deep breaths, now.”

Terzo squeezed his eyes shut tightly, willing the tears to cease flowing. He took in one long breath after another. Focusing on inhaling, exhaling. The way his chest rose and made their embrace tighter, the way it collapsed and made them closer. Omega’s warmth was a great comfort after the night’s ordeal.

Terzo pulled away, turning to the mirror behind him.

“Satanas, now I really need to fix my face,” he half laughed, half sobbed, sucking in a quick breath.

Omega grabbed his chin and coaxed him into facing him. “Don’t worry about that; Talk to me.”

Terzo looked away shamefully. “I may have partied a little too hard.”

Omega tilted his head. “That’s not it.”

Terzo held out his hands, exasperated. “That is why I am hungover.”

“You were in a fight.”

“Yes, with the beer bottle of a bastard who could not take a joke,” Terzo scoffed, rubbing his shoulder.

“What?”

Terzo could practically see the flames in Omega’s eyes.

“Oh, come on, Omega, I made it out alive, did I not?”

“Why didn’t you take me with you?”

“You would have stood over my shoulder all night.”

Omega growled lowly. “Then no one would’ve hurt you.”

“Exactly!” Terzo furiously wiped his eyes. “You make sure I behave, keep me out of fights, and make me ready for the Ritual today.”

Omega searched his eyes, darting back and forth, confused. Terzo turned away.

“You… You wanted to get in a fight?”

“No.” Terzo’s voice cracked. “I mean— fuck, I do not know, Omega. I wanted to have fun.”

“You wanted to hurt.”

Another tear slipped from his eye. “Is that so surprising?”

“Terzo,” Omega said gravely. “What’s wrong?”

Terzo broke again, hunching his shoulders as a stream of whispered sobs escaped him. “It is so much.”

“What is?”

Terzo shook his head. “I cannot handle this.”

“Terzo—“

“I wanted to do good things for the Ministry,” Terzo’s lips pressed together as he suppressed a sob. He took a shuddering breath. “I wanted to spread our message farther than anyone before me. But I do not get power, stella. I get to put on a costume and dance like a puppet.”

“Oh, tersoro…” Omega took him in his arms again.

“But still, I must do so much…” Terzo’s voice quivered. “I cannot change anything, but I must perform. It is a cruel life.”

“So you go out to get yourself fucked up?”

Terzo sniffed, wailed. “I do not know, Omega! I have no control over my life!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Omega soothed, scratching his scalp. “Just let it out.”

They were still for a long while as Terzo wept. Nothing but the harsh sound of his cries and the dull hum of the venue slowly filling up.

Then, a knock at the bathroom door. Terzo flinched, startled, staring at Omega in fear.

“It’s okay, it’s just Alpha,” Omega reassured him, crossing the room to the door. He only opened it a few inches, taking a bag from Alpha. Terzo heard vague murmurs exchanged between them, but in the echoing bathroom, he could not quite make out their words.

“Thanks.”

Omega shut and locked the door again, returning to Terzo. He set the bag next to him on the counter and took out a cloth, wetting it in the sink.

“I’m gonna clean your face,” Omega said. Terzo shut his eyes and nodded.

The soft cloth pressed against his face, warm water gracing his cheek. Omega gingerly dabbed at his makeup, revealing the man beneath. Exhausted. Puffy. Eyes red.

“I love you, Terzo,” Omega said, leaning in to kiss him. When he pulled away, he moved the cloth to wipe away his lips.

“I love you too, stella.”

“I don’t want you to keep doing this. Come to me when you’re hurting, okay?”

Terzo sighed. “It is not so easy.”

“Then don’t leave my side.” Omega gave him a chaste kiss. “I know it feels like the world is crushing you. You know how to help that?”

“How?”

“You get somebody to hold the world with you.”

Terzo smiled. “And I suppose you volunteer?”

Omega chuckled. “Of course I do. You aren’t alone.”

This time, Terzo leaned in for the kiss, wrapping his arms around Omega tightly. “Ti amo,” he whispered between kisses. “Ti amo, stella.”

Omega cradled his face in his hands.

“You’re handsome without your makeup,” he grinned.

“That is enough of that,” Terzo shook his head, unable to stop himself from smiling. He looked in the bag Alpha had brought; it was a makeup bag.

“Will you be okay to perform tonight?”

“With all this phlegm in my throat?” Terzo coughed for effect. “Yes, I will be okay. But I expect your company after the show.”

“Anything for my Papa.”

buy me a kofi <3

[nervocat]

“Their Eyes (pt1)” (no cws - wc: 401, just talking abt Leona, Malleus, Vil and Lilias eyes)

Leonas eyes are sharp, a radiant green bringing out his features more along with his scar. If you look in his eyes at the right moment, you'd be able to see a distant look in his eyes as those sharp edges seem to soften slightly. People see him as a rude, uncaring man, they themselves not caring to look into his eyes and see him for who he truly is — someone who's hurting, and is always seen as ‘second best’.

But he is also a proud person — that being captivated in his eyes as well. Both confidence and sorrow radiates from his eyes, the sorrow of his being drowned out until it resurfaces in a time where Leona is alone, and no one else can spot the vulnerability of his.

Malleus’ eyes are sharp at first glance, but if you look closer, they're soft as well. People are scared of him, but he's not all that scary. You can see a hint of curiosity in his eyes at times — he wants to know more about things. When he talks about gargoyles, his eyes seem to light up and shine a bit more. Stuck in explaining things, his eyes look like they're sparkling when explaining them to someone. Malleus' eyelashes add more to him, making him seem more regal than before. Sometimes though, it feels as if you're being pierced by his eyes.

Vils eyes are soft, but still has its sharp edges. It's obvious he knows how to do makeup, the purple serving to show his long eyelashes more. You can see the seriousness in them, but also a bit of compassion and care for those he trusts. Beauty radiates from his lavender eyes, just like he wants. You could look in them and get lost, but you may also find that there is want in his eyes if you do. The want to be the fairest of them all. When that was taken from him, his eyes seemed more distraught and lost. He didn't quite know what to do then.

Lilias eyes are round, his pupils being the only sharp thing besides his eyelashes. His rose colored iris' served to show a bit of a mischievous and playful glint, but also a serious one when needed. You can tell through his eyes that he listens, and that he cares. As well as that he's always up to something, you can never tell with Lilia.

[ ★ notes: scared to put smth like this out there mainly bc I barely know anything abt these guys other than Leona and the fear that I got them horribly wrong and mischaracterized them but I rlly wanted to do smth like this for them specifically. It was so fun but also a struggle to write this, but I like how it turned out. This would also be my first post like this that's not a fic.. hoping I did good, took what I know of them all and tried to get all of that within their eyes :33 LILIA AND MALLEUS' ARE SO MEDIOCRE COMPARED TO VILS AND LEONAS THO I'LL DO THEM JUSTICE WHEN I REDO THEM PROMISE ]

★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦

[yaekiss]

on this sinful sunday, i’m having very holy thoughts of either branding or carving my name onto childe’s skin— maybe that tummy he’s so insistent on not covering up, maybe a nice little tramp stamp. i know he’s making sure it scars, picking at the scabs and whining for you to redo them if they dare to fade away— he belongs to you!

꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Top! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Yan! Tartaglia, reader's dick can also be read as strap, gore + eroguro, knifeplay + blood, masochist Tartaglia, spanking (just once, on Tartaglia), terrible wound care by Tartaglia please don't follow his actions, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: Happy Whore Wednesday pulpie! Or uhhh, it was Wednesday when I started writing this. Got a lil carried away hehe :3 Happy Thotaglia Thursday! Slut on! (With you, Childe feels like every day is Thotaglia Thursday)

Anyways. Childe thinks of you as pure divinity, the holiest of beings, and he’s eager to worship all of you and bear everything that you’re willing to bless him with. Who is he to say no to the pain you inflict on him too?

This time, he’s cockwarming you, the heat and desire he feels is dizzying. You’re inside him and just the sensation of you filling him up perfectly has left him giddy with lust. His face is smushed into the mattress with his azure eyes already rolled into their sockets. Prior to this, he pressed a lavishly decorated dagger into your palm with a fervent sort of urgency, begging for you to mark him up however you like. You try to think back on what could’ve spurred this on. Was it that merchant trying to chat you up at the market the other day? Or perhaps it’s just a sick kind of longing that hangs around the ginger no matter how much time you spend together? One thing remains clear, at its core, Childe wants to be utterly and irrefutably yours.

Taking up the dagger, you admire the inlaid gemstones glinting in the lighting of the room, their colours matching the exact shade of your eyes and you’re sure that this must have cost an arm and a leg. Tracing the cold metal down the ridge of his spine, you feel him shudder, your ears picking up a soft keening whine. You start off slow, the tip of the blade breaking past skin and revealing glorious liquid crimson. Childe sucks in a breath at the delirious buzz of pain and pleasure that he’s subjected to at your hands. 

“Nghh… please I wanttt-! to be yours!” Greedy as always.

You take your time carving out your name into his flesh, revelling in just how many moans and whines you can wring out from the harbinger. Despite how muddled his senses are, he’s acutely aware of each and every searing twist and pull of the knife. Some of the warm blood trickles and drips down to where the two of you are connected and the sensation has him losing the ability to speak, brain reeling at how disgustingly intimate this whole act is. However, over time, Childe gets squirmy and twitchy with how pent-up he’s getting, the arousal in him pooling and heightening. That simply won’t do. Good boys need to stay in line while their lover is being so so so nice to them after all. With a pointed “tsk”, you land a hard smack on his ass as a warning. He yelps loudly at the impact but he gets the message, obediently staying still as you finish carving the tramp stamp. 

When you’re finally done, you pull out of him, the lack of your cock filling him up has Childe whining again but it snaps him out of his reverie. You reach over to grab a mirror and angle it so that he can see (read: marvel at) your handiwork. His eyes glint as he catches sight of the fresh cuts, the wound spelling out your name and the fact that you’ve claimed him as your devoted believer. However, he doesn’t let you go further than cleaning and disinfecting the wound site. (Secretly, he hopes that it leaves a permanent scar, an eternal pure white etched into his skin to show that he belongs to you without question.)

Throughout the whole healing process, he picks away at the scabs that try to cover the wound, opening it back up again so that your name is written in a carnal raw red. Whenever he stares at it in the bathroom mirror for too long and thinks that a certain part of it is fading away too fast without leaving a mark, he rushes to you, whining and begging for you to redo it with a frenzied tone in his voice. 

He wishes you’ll dig even deeper, maybe even push your fingers into his flesh until he’s screaming and clenching down on your cock, use his blood as lube as you fuck up into him relentlessly. The thoughts keep coming and you can’t go a full week without Childe pleading for you to lay your claim on him.

Maybe next time he’ll convince you to leave your mark on his abdomen so that everyone can see who he belongs to.

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[moonymoss]

posting another seduce me redesign since the last one I did was *checks notes* holy shit 2 years ago.

anyway design notes and headcanons under the cut

I had planned to also redo their demon forms since my headcanons have changed since then but I didn't feel like it and with artfight coming up I just don't have time.

My first and main goal when redesigning them was giving them a more diverse range of faces and skintones. I headcanon that they basically got all of their looks exclusively from their mothers, so they could look wildly different while still being brothers. Also because these are their human forms I would imagine most of the traits they inherited from their father wouldn't pass over anyways. Scars were another big thing I wanted to add, and yes, most of them are from you know who (their father). James and Damien's face and neck scars, and Sam's arm scars are all from their father, Erik has no visible scars, Matthew has scars from training on his hands, and Sam's cheek scar is from an arrow. There are also plenty of more scars I have headcanoned that are not visible. (and yes Damien's eye is partially blind) Clothes wise I wanted to dress them more realistically then they were, at least in the first game. James ended up leaning more casually but basically stayed the same. Erik I wanted to keep in a suit but instead of a button up and vest I went for just a turtleneck and suit jacket since I felt that leaned more casual while still keeping him more formal then his brothers. Also to lean more into realism I did have to get rid of his purple eyes and red hair. (sorry Erik fans) Sam got a whole grudge make over, I felt like the games were just too scared to make him lean into that style so I just did that little extra push he needed. Matthew and Damien probably got the biggest style change out of the 5. With Matthew I wanted to lean streetwear with lots of layers and baggy clothes. With Damien I wanted them to be the light academia to James more dark academia. (Off topic: I have a lot of thoughts about James and Damien's relationship and how despite their treatment from their father being very different that they both went through similar trauma and I headcanon that they're the closest of the brothers because of it.)

Finally since I changed them so much I wanted to add a motif to connect them all together again and just like with the demon redesigns, the golden rose makes a return. I don't actually know if the golden rose has any relation to them in canon but I dont care. James is on the side of his glasses, Erik's is a pin on his suit, Sam's is a charm on his bracelet, Matthew's is an earring and Damien's is a clip in their hair.

I have so many headcanons and opinions of these guys and this is barely a snippet of my thoughts about them. hopefully one day I'll finally get off my ass and make actual art and stories.

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about Dewey

CW: Self-image issues (but this is a fluff post!)

Before his elemental transition, Dew had really dark hair that seemed to be blue. White freckles across his cheeks and shoulders bioluminescence that went down his stomach and curved to dips and down his legs. Dew's eyes always had this shimmer that mimicked bubbles, always glossy and a pastel turquoise on blueish-gray skin.

His tail was thick and his scent was so lovely and calming. Dew smelled like sea salt with coconut, with gentle vetiver. His voice was so luring, gentle with the softest echo. He was just so, so beautiful. Constantly turning heads and center of his pack. His little fangs always poking out over his lip when he smiled.

After his transition, he felt dead. Heterochromia with now a blood red eye, his bubbles now gone in the blue, eye bags so dark and heavy. His hair was this burnt, bleached blonde but right at the root you could see the smallest hint of his black hair. His freckles no longer white and now a strange ginger. Even his skin had lightened to a pale grey. His tail was thinned out, his delta tail now forked in spikes, but still desperately trying to stay in its original form. Even his ears have lost its flare.

He felt ugly. He felt disgusting. Covered in burns, his gills even cauterized on his ribs.

Dew hated himself, hated mirrors, hated anything that held his reflection.

Aether and Mountain were his rocks through all of it, just clinging to them as he's sandwiched, sobbing uncontrollably and clawing at himself. He hates what's been done to him. Hates that it hurts to even try to sing. They desperately want to show how beautiful he still is, that no matter what he looks like, they still love him.

Aether just starts leaving little sticky notes around the empty den, especially on mirrors and reflective counter tops.

"I like your smile :)" / "Good morning, cutie!" / "You look adorable. Date night?" / "I love who you are." / "Every time I look at you, I fall in love again." / "Don't let your thoughts take over. Come see me if you feel it winning."

Mountain starts his own, too, leaving flowers at Dew's door and when he needs help with self-care, Mountain carefully combing through his hair and braiding it - settling flowers in each overlap. Kissing over his scars and redoing every bandage with such a gentle touch.

He's not a very vocal person like Aether, but still has his own way to reassure. Holding Dew when he needs cuddles, just simply admiring everything about him. Thumb going over his freckles with just pure admiration.

"You look like the sun... So beautiful..."

Staring into his eyes and kissing at his nose, going over the ridges on Dew's ear and now pointed tail. "You remind me of roses. These are your thorns... And you're the beautiful bud."

It takes Dewdrop a LONG while to get used to his appearance, even still having some rough days and needing to cover himself completely -- but Aether and Mountain make it just a bit better. And that's all that matters to them, just as long as Dew knows how loved and beautiful he is. As long as it helps their firefly be able to glance at himself better than before 🩷

[imtryingbuck]

Wedding Day Round Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 2,036

Warnings: angst. swearing. fluff.

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The look on the pastors face gave it away that he was judging them, a married couple who had only been married for half a year already renewing their vows? Someone must have messed up - his eyes went straight to Bucky. Of course he didn’t understand what they were trying to tell him, their ‘wedding’ wasn’t anything special not by a long shot and now they wanted to redo it. It was Wanda that told them to do a vow renewal.

Instead of getting a wedding planner they gave the job to Wanda after she begged them to let her to do it, they ended up saying yes yet Wanda made sure that neither one of them knew what she was doing, she said she knew them well enough to know what they would want. Theo smiled at her words whilst Bucky squinted his eyes.

The bridal shop caused Theo to have a small panic attack. So many dresses with different patterns and styles, they were all beautiful but she didn’t know which one she wanted, she didn’t want to ruin them by wearing them - her insecurities getting the better of her. The owner could see her apprehension so took a few gowns off the racks that she thought Theo would like, the only problem was that all the dresses picked had an open back which meant that people were going to see her scars. That thought alone caused her breathing to pick up. Trying on the dresses there was only two that she really liked, Wanda and Nat were so encouraging the whole time, one of them dresses had both of their jaws dropping and telling her that, that was the one. And she had to agree, it was perfect.

“Sam’s demanding me to have a bachelor party.” Bucky sighed as he climbed into bed one night after a long day of business meetings.

“Like in The Hangover?”

“Probably will.”

“You can’t!” Theo panicked, putting the book down on the bedside table she looked at Bucky with wide eyes.

“I can’t drink at my own bachelor party? You’ll probably be drinking at your bachelorette party.” He said amused.

“What?”

“What?”

“You’ll wake up on a roof of some hotel and you’ll be late to our wedding!”

“Wait… oh fuck, you mean the film!” He was so confused until it hit him. Steve recommended the trilogy to Theo and it quickly became one of her favourite films, he couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought- never mind. But I promise you pretty girl I won’t wake up on a roof of some hotel… it’ll probably be Sam.”

“What did you think I meant?”

“That I’d have a hangover from drinking.”

“Oh.” She giggled softly.

Bucky practically dragged himself across the large bed over towards her, pulling her onto his lap and gently pressing his lips to hers. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

His heart soars every time he hears those words fall from her lips. Kissing her passionately and heatedly, when he breaks the kiss due to her needing air he sets a trail of kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, a smile tugs at his lips as he does so as she giggles.

“B-Buck, you said you were tired!”

“When did I say that, pretty girl?”

“The second you came home, ‘my names Bucky and I’m tired. I’m so tired that I can fall asleep right here on the floor’” Bucky ceased his attack on her neck and collarbone to pull back to look her in the eyes. Both of them squinting their eyes at each other, waiting, daring the other one to crack first and burst out laughing like they knew they wanted to do.

“Firstly, I do not sound like that!”

“Yes you do!”

God he loved how cheeky she was! He let her win by laughing at her ever so failed attempt at trying to copy his voice.

“Anyway! And secondly, I’m never too tired to pleasure my beautiful wife.” He winked, pressing a delicate kiss to her nose, before flipping them over and making her release those beautiful sounds she makes just for him.

Throughout his bachelor party he was messaging Theo, even though he had seen her that morning he couldn’t help but miss her. Nat and Wanda had planned something simple yet perfect for her. A spa day. Theo obviously had never been before so she was nervous and asking all sorts of questions, despite her nerves she was excited to go.

Bucky choked on his drink when he received a text from her saying that they had put stones on her back and because they were cold she nearly fell off the bed. He knew he shouldn’t have laughed but he couldn’t get the image of her nearly falling from the bed because of it.

“Buck off your phone.”

“No.”

“James!”

“Steven!”

“We’re playing cards and you’re losing.”

“That’s alright.” He shrugged, the whole time he spoke to Steve not once did he look up from his phone, to busy talking to Theo.

“Steve leave him alone, our little man’s getting married tomorrow… again… to the same woman.” Sam smiled hugely at Bucky when he looked over at him. “And plus, he’s losing and I’m getting his money.”

“He’s all grown up now.”

“We did such a great job at raising him, didn’t we Stevie?”

Bucky rolled his eyes at his two best friends as they continued being a pair of twats - his words not mine! - yet he couldn’t help but smiling at seeing Theo tomorrow as she walked down the aisle, being able to say vows, being announced as husband and wife.

On the other side of the city Theo was looking wide eyed at Nat who was in the pool looking back at her with the exact same expression, as she held a crying Wanda in her arms.

“Wand, what’s wrong?” Nat asked worriedly, everything was fine, perfect even until Wanda burst out crying.

“W-when we met you Theo, you was so shy and so scared of everything an-and now you’re not shy or scared, you laugh, you smile, you talk a-and watching you become your own person after what those bastards did, I-I’m so fucking proud of you and to call you my friend.” Wanda all but wailed the last words, gripping Theo a little bit tighter.

“Oh fuck.” Theo looked over to Nat and noticed that she was now crying too. “Wanda you’ve made me fucking cry now!” She climbs out of the pool and goes over to the two women, wrapping her arms around them both.

When a staff member came in, he slowly walked backwards and back out the door when he saw three crying women.

The dress was on. Her hair was done. Her shoes were being slid onto her feet by Wanda as Nat spritzed perfume on her; Martha was taking photos of the trio.

“You are so beautiful Theo.” Wanda said looking at her in the mirror.

“M-my back…”

“If anyone has a problem with your scars they’ll have me to deal with!” Nat spoke from the other side of Theo, hers and Wanda’s hands touching the scars, not phased by it.

A knock came from the door. “Who is it?” Wanda called out.

“It’s Matt, are you girls ready?”

“Are you ready?” She asked Theo, who nodded with a shy smile. “Come in.”

The second Matt saw Theo tears sprung to his eyes. “You look so beautiful Dory.”

“Thank you.”

“He’s waiting for you. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” She smiled up at her brother.

Everyone was in place as the music started playing - Theo’s eyes went wide at seeing a live orchestra in the garden. Wanda really had done an incredible job, seats with bow ribbons were neatly placed underneath the large gazebo, at the entrance were two large stone columns with huge bouquets of flowers on top.

The sun was shining. It was perfect.

Bucky’s eyes instantly lit up with tears as he laid on Theo. His heart began racing as she walked closer to him with her arm linked with Matts. Taking her hand in his the moment she was in reaching distance, he brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of James and Theodora, I believe that the two of you have written your own vows? James would you start?”

“Pretty girl, I had no idea that I could truly love someone until I met you. Meeting you wasn’t the way I wanted to but I’m glad we’re both here now. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you are my heart my mind and soul. I swear to you that I will forever be by your side. I love you.”

“Theodora.” The pastor smiled at her, giving her a small head nod.

“Bucky, you’ve shown me that I can be loved and that I don’t have to live in fear and pain. You have given me a reason to live, and for that I am forever grateful to you. You are my heart my mind and soul. I swear to you that I will forever be by your side. I love you.”

“James do you take Theodora as your wife?”

“I do.” He takes the ring from Steve’s hand and slides it onto Theo’s finger.

“Theodora do you take James as your husband?”

“I do.” She takes the ring from Wanda’s hand and slides it onto Bucky’s finger.

“I know that you two are already legally married but I cannot help myself.” The pastor says with a chuckle. “I am proud to be the one to announce you as husband and wife. James you may kiss your bride.”

Bucky steps closer to her, his hands on her face whispering “I love you” as his lips cover hers in a sweet passionate kiss. The whole backyard erupts into loud cheers.

Standing by Bucky’s side Theo’s eyes moved along those who had attended most of them were Bucky’s men that she had never met before, his mom and sister were there, as her eyes went to the back row her breath got caught in her throat.

Michael.

He stood there giving her a sad smile. He knew that Jess would have hated him for everything he did and didn’t do, having his true love hate him had his heart aching but he knew he deserved it, he knew it was too late to turn back the clock and change things. Michael gave a small nod to his daughter before walking away.

Bucky hadn’t realised that her back was exposed until they were dancing, his eyes were wide as his hand felt the scars.

“I wanted to show everyone that I’m not afraid of them anymore.” She whispered, slightly embarrassed now that they were exposed.

“I’m so proud of you my love. So so proud.” He held her closer than before as they continued dancing.

The words he spoke were nothing but true. He was proud of how strong she was, he knew she was self-conscious about her scars but she wasn’t afraid of showing them off, she wasn’t afraid that more was going to be added to the collection. He was proud of who she had become in the time he had known her.

He knew Michael had shown up to their wedding, he wasn’t happy about it. The last time Bucky had seen the older man was when he shot him in his office - Bucky had every intention of killing Michael but he just couldn’t do it, he couldn’t take away Theo’s only living parent even if he deserved to die. It wasn’t fair to her. So Bucky shot him in the shoulder.

The sun had long gone down and was now replaced by a full moon, Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off Theo even if he tried, which he definitely didn’t.

Bucky had always thought about marriage, especially marrying the person he loved, and here he was dancing on the decorated patio with the love of his life in arms.

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