#not me overthinking everything

[crabsnpersimmons]

"Hair dyes or perms or just a quick snip, you can always count on your ol' pal Clip!"

it's about time i officially shared my design for Clip from my hairdresser au! here's the silly boi himself!

a.k.a. the most complicated character i've ever designed...

close ups and additional comments under the cut!

that's my boi, despite his crazy design, i love him. his silly top knot hat, the horn-like points around his faceplate, his speckled colours, his four arms, and his funky pants. he's just soooooo fun.

Clip likes to play games and knit! he even made the patchwork pants he wears (he made Sun and Moon a pair too, but they're too precious for them to wear... also a little gaudy to wear in public—doesn't stop Clip tho!). He actually makes everything the boys wear, since there's not a lot of things in their size/shape.

instead of resting at night, he can be found in their living room, playing Kirby 64 for the nth time and/or knitting something. he's just too restless to stay still, he's always gotta be doing something and if it isn't gaming, knitting, or hairdressing, then he's up to No GoodTM.

Clip... likes popping balloons. he says "Goodnight!" with each popped balloon and once he's done, he tosses up the scraps like confetti all while giggling joyfully.

needless to say, he is not fun at parties. Sun and Moon don't let him near balloons for this reason.

and yes, he has sewing needles on hand at all times. for fashion emergencies... and for unsuspecting balloons.

Clip's not allowed to have a phone (just imagine all the in-app purchases Sun and Moon would have to deal with), but he likes to keep up with his customers and their games, even if he doesn't get their fixation over bluenets he'll never openly admit it but he prefers curly-haired blond hunks that look sweet in soft pastels but could also squash him like the spider he is

also, he's great at microbraiding! though i imagine if Sun and Moon are free, they'd come help to shorten the wait but also to compete and see who braids the most (Clip always wins of course—make anything into a game, and he's winning)

aaaaand there's this! i wanted to make sure Clip would be able to freely rotate his waist so his arms could have their full range of motion, and this was the solution i came up with: a crop top on top and a wrap around his waist. and Clip here is being a sneaky little scamp about it.

[maverices]

Do you think Mav thought of Ice when he and Bradley marched through the snow-covered forest after being shot down? Do you think he thought of Ice as he felt the cold seep into his bones and the snow kiss his hair and the wind flush his face? Do you think he found the F-14, fully fueled and in near perfect condition, and thought of all the times Ice had gotten him out of a tight spot and back into the air? Do you think he flew the F-14 out to the open sea, hoping against hope there would be a familiar voice over comms, a second shadow on the glistening, deadly waves beneath him? Do you think he stood on deck of the aircraft carrier amidst a chaos of triumph and relief, and couldn't help but look for one particular face in the crowd?

[lady-z-writes]

Distraction

Billy Butcher x reader

In which Butcher returns in a rage and needs you to take his mind off it.

Cw: smut (18+), masturbation, fingering, sex, oral, hair pulling, choking.

You hadn't planned on staying so late, but you'd gotten caught up in a podcast, enjoyed the silence of the empty space between the words.

A loud slam startles you. You're instantly on high alert, popping an ear bud out, holding your breath, realizing - damn it - it's 6pm already. The setting sun peeking through the window blinding you momentarily as you rise, you hear more slamming.

As you glance toward the door, there's the familiar cussing of Butcher. You can't help but heave a relieved breath. At least it wasn't a supe.

It's stupid of you, really, but you approach. Tentative. Anxious.

You say nothing when he meets eyes with you.

"What're you still doin' 'ere? It's late." His voice is almost a growl.

"I know. Wasn't paying attention."

He shoots you a look. "See? That's a problem, luv. You're distracted." He seems to get more angry as he thinks about it.

Before he can say anything else, his phone is going off and he glances down to read a message.

Rage overtakes him again. You think he's going to toss his phone at the wall, but he pockets it and slams a file folder on the desk beside him.

He runs his hands down his face.

You step closer, wanting to fix it; you're always wanting to fix it.

"This ain't somethin' you can fix, dutches," he mutters quietly, instantly reading you.

"Let me try."

He's about to say something, but instead he shakes his head, his boots sounding as he closes the distance between you.

And then he's kissing you so suddenly, you can't help but gasp. Moments - mere moments and you're catching up, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hoists you in his arms.

The kissing turns into you pawing at each other on the couch, to you grinding against his thigh only to feel his phone there, the thing vibrating with a text again and you startling. Butcher lets out a, "don't go givin' me ideas" when he hears you moan.

And before you know it, you're on your knees before his widespread legs, his cock out, his big hand stroking it. He makes you beg before he lets you put your mouth on him.

"Mmm, 'at's a good girl, takin' all of me."

Fingers wrap in your hair, he pulls any time you deepthroat him. You're wet from this, soaking your panties - hoping he'll treat you to some part of him after this; his hands, his mouth, his fingers - you'd thank him for any.

The anger sheds from him; turns into need. You do a good job of distracting him from whatever it was.

Butcher isn't loud, but he lets you know what he likes. He's grabby; touching you anywhere he can. And he's chatty - the filthy things coming from his mouth make you heated.

One hand pumping his cock as you suck him off, your other hand trails between your legs. You're clothed so it's not providing any real relief on your clit, but it feels good.

When Butcher sees, he's taunting you. "Ohh such a sneaky thing you are. Those dainty fingers ain't got half the tricks I do. You thinkin' about them? Thinking of my meaty fucking hand cupped around your pretty fucking cunt?"

Another deep throat. He yanks your hair as you stroke his balls.

You linger there, down on his cock, tongue pressing against the underside of him, his vein pulsing, your hand gentle on his balls. As you come up for one more go, he's forcing you back down and you're almost choking. He cums without warning and you do your best to swallow him down.

Moments pass. He's got you sprawled across the desk in seconds.

When he undresses you, you're arching toward him, eager to kiss him again, but he's biting his way down your body, marking up your thighs in his travel to your center.

He's pocketed your panties. He would.

You're about to comment when his mouth finds your clit and he's sucking. You cry out, surprised when a finger plays with your wetness, slips inside of you, arches just right. You're saying his name like a hymn and he hasn't done anything yet, not really.

You want to ask for more, but he's way ahead of you: inserting another finger, working up the speed. You're blissed out already. He matches the pace with his mouth.

The groans he lets out shoot vibrations right through you and you're embarrassed at how fast you cum for him.

He keeps up pace, doesn't falter a second.

When you hear a, "fuuuuck you're fun," you're tempted to offer all of you to him - but he's way ahead of you.

You hear his pants hit the floor, feel his mouth leaving you.

"What say you, we have a bit of a go then?"

You pant out a, "please" and he's slipping his fingers out of you.

You pull him close before he's expecting it, kiss him harshly. Billy tries to push you back down, but you put up a fight, shoving his arms away so you can keep kissing him.

He lets out a growl when you bite his neck in the scuffle.

Of course, he ultimately wins and pins you against the desk. He wastes no time angling your hips and lining himself up with your entrance. A few strokes of his cock against your wetness and he's pushing inside of you.

He pauses until you're comfortable but that's the only kindness he gives you. His pace is unrelenting; you can feel his desperation. It doesn't stop his fingers from pressing against your clit and making you cum again.

"'At's right, cum on my cock, love. So good how you squeeze me."

He chokes you and you realize you like it. The feel of his big hand on your throat, holding you in a way that's between care and desperation. He knows what he's doing - knows just when to let go; like he's testing you.

You have no control. He's completely consuming you. It's freeing, almost.

Another orgasm later and you're pretty sure you're seeing stars. When he demands another, you tell him you can't; you've never.

"You will," he growls.

And he's right.

You cum again. He's so overwhelmed by the feel of you, he almost spills inside. A drop of cum plops on the floor before he's stroking himself over you, painting your belly with his cum.

It's filthy and arousing all at once.

You want more of him.

And he can read it all over your face.

"Ah, such a pretty fuckin sight you are; all painted up for me. Fucking gorgeous."

You almost assume he'll leave you like this, but as you lie there catching your breath, you feel a cloth wiping softly against your skin.

Hm. Billy and aftercare. Who knew?

"Come home with me, love?" It's quiet, the deep rumble of his voice.

And you're so damn eager to say yes but you catch your breath, nod up at him, feel the intimacy of this moment; feel raw and real for once in your time knowing Butcher.

You manage out, "Anything for you" and watch the emotion dance across his face.

[deluloo]

(So I had this idea while playing Twisted Wonderland before and I’m super curious about your thoughts on it too.)

Given that Night Raven College is an all-boys academy, their bathrooms are naturally designed for males. But what if Yuu were canonically a girl in the game? (like Yuuka in the manga adaptation of the Savanaclaw arc) She'd be the only girl in the entire school.

How would she handle bathroom breaks? She'd either use the boys' bathroom or trek back to Ramshackle Dorm for privacy, but both options seem pretty awkward to me.

Imagine Yuu feeling incredibly uncomfortable with students giving her odd looks as she enters the boys' bathroom, or imagine the awkwardness when the boys walk in while she's still inside. I could also hilariously picture Yuu putting up a sign on the door that reads, "Girl inside. Please wait patiently and DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT PEEPING, YOU PERVERTS."

And the idea of running back to Ramshackle Dorm from the main building every time nature calls is just as ridiculous. HOW DO YOU EXPECT SOMEONE TO HOLD IT IN WHILE RUNNING THAT LONG ROAD BACK TO YOUR DORM?? THAT'S PURE TORTURE, I TELL YOU!

Unless, of course, Crowley decides to graciously install a ladies' bathroom in the main building, which would be a far better solution and a huge relief for Yuu.

Then there's the all-too-familiar issue many women, including myself, face—our menstrual cycle. Thankfully, Sam's Mystery Shop stocks just about everything a student might need, including menstrual supplies. Don't ask why he has them in an all-boys school—the important thing is that Yuu can get her pads.

Dealing with cramps, mood swings, and other period symptoms without another girl to talk to would be tough. Plus all those overblot incidents happening at school—that would be too much stress for the poor girl! She might find some comfort in confiding in Trein, who, having raised two daughters, would likely listen to Yuu's troubles and treat her like a daughter as well.

Well, that’s all for my rambling today. Have a great day, everyone!

*quickly exits through the window*

^^;

[originalartblog]

the fabled alternate, angstier version of what would happen if Fukuzawa's All Men Are Equal got rid of Chuuya's permanent singularity ability and turned it back to its pre-Arahabaki nature, enhancing others' abilities

welcome to Chuuya's identity crisis... 2!!

continued here

[tunguszka20]

Okay so I was watching @anniflamma's God Games animatic (the Hera one) for probably the 100th time, and I paused at one point for whatever reason, and I noticed a little detail.

This is when Athena says "Never once has he cheated on his wife", and I see the cocky expression on her face, like she knows that she won with that... BUT if you look at her hand, you can see she's like... Squeezing her upper arm a little?

Now I know basically nothing about art or how you portray stuff so excuse me if I'm wrong somewhere, but I think this might be like... Athena being a little nervous or something? Maybe? I'm not sure, but I really wanted to share this little... discovery.

These animatics are So. Freaking. Good.

[lovesickgoose]

I think he tries his best x

[emilyartstudio-s]

Style (Stan x Kyle) please?

Here's a doodle I will finish for patreon :,)

[shima-draws]

Girls after working themselves up so much over something and getting major anxiety only to realize they overthought everything AGAIN like they always do and things turned out fine and it was NOT the end of the world like they thought it would be:

[skunkes]

[spilledstars1234]

studio lan WHAT IS THIS

they just casually drop this on twitter with no context except for "summer begins"

LIKE... WHAT??? WHY ARE THEY IN A FOREST?? IS THIS THEM AS KIDS??? DID CXS AND LG SOMEHOW MEET AS KIDS AND DIDNT REALIZE??? IS THIS SOME POTENTIAL BACKSTORY STUFF FOR LATER???

OR-

OR IS LU GUANG DEAD HERE INSTEAD OF BEING PEACEFULLY ASLEEP??? SO IS THIS NOT JUST A CUTE LITTLE ART THEN??? LIKE IS THIS ACTUALLY LU GUANG'S CORPSE OR AM I JUST INTERPRETING THIS WRONG-

but considering that this is Link Click and also considering the fact that this show does NOT know happiness, what IF???? AUGHH GJSHK OML LET THEM BE HAPPY STUDIO LAN PLS-

*stressful overthinking begins*

[manasurge]

Just a bit of lore relevant vent art (with terrible proportions bc apparently I mess that up horribly when I'm tired ugh. Watch me regret posting this tomorrow. The head size is already driving me mad bc it's too big, and I can feel myself wanting to abort this mission already) of Mourynn just, lying down on top of one of those large elevated Pale Tree roots far above the Grove (and far away from everyone else), and during the time between the early years and before the Personal story. Caithe is gone (Destiny's Edge), Wynne is gone (bc well, y'know...), even Faolain is gone (bc of Caithe in DE), and she's just feeling miserable, lost, and alone. (Her hair is in between her sapling hair and the Zhaitan hair, so it's grown out a bit bc she's depressed, and she's meant to be in the new outfit she designed, but I'm in the process of redesigning it a bit, so I've made a few tentative changes for now. Her collar is now just an extension of her clavicle leaves which can be put up like a collar, or can be draped down over her shoulders or back)

[verkomy]

[ladyinbooks]

Tidying up the next RP chapter today. Small spoiler: there are two three characters I'm very excited for everyone to meet.

Unfortunately these characters have a whole bunch of backstory, and more-story, and hello yes I am also elbows-deep in plotting a book about them (it may be two books - you see the escalation problem I have here?!). And I thought 'given all the inevitable space politics and the length of this potential thing, maybe this would be better suited for actual, y'know, traditional publishing in the space opera genre? So people don't have to read quite so much politicking with their romance?'

And then I thought, 'Nah. AO3. Clearly I am meant to subject as many people as possible to free space politics, for fun'. 🤣

(And this thing already includes an arranged marriage, backstabbing, enemies to lovers, slow burn, politics, politics, politics, spying, tragedy, characters earning happy ending(s), feminisation kink, drama, gratuitous use of the word 'wife', betrayal, size kink, 'is it true love if I don't stab him at least once?', and as much fake mythology as I can cram into this bad boy. 😭)

I have... become a little carried away with this...

[jadewritesficshere]

Oblivious

Eddie Munson x Reader

Synopsis: You think of all the times you flirt with Eddie and he doesn't realize.

You couldn't believe it. You wanted to bang your head against a wall. Either Eddie Munson wasn't into you or was a certified idiot. You knew it had taken him three times to graduate, but you never really thought about it as some people don't do well in a classroom setting. You believed that to be the case for Eddie. He could create intricate campaigns for DND as well as explaining chord progessions and why they sounded good. He was insanely smart at things, he just had difficulty focusing sometimes. And yet, you started to feel like you were losing brain cells around him.

You liked Eddie Munson. You thought Eddie would have picked up on the fact since you flirted with him a lot. And yet, he never seemed to notice. It was ridiculous.

You had trailed your hand up his arm. He didn't flinch and just smiled at you. You said he could play a bard as his next character, since he was so charismatic and cute. Eddie had thanked you and said being cute wasnt a requirement, but he was the DM and would be running the campaign.

You had tried leaning in when talking to him. Eddie didn't seem to notice, continuing to talk and move about so often he moved away from you unintentionally. You complimented how he smelled once. He said it was just weed and if you liked it he could give you some (it was absolutely not just weed).

You tried to bat your eyes at him in a flirtatious manner. He asked if you had something in your eye. You tried that seductive lip bite thing you've read about in books. He asked if you were constipated. You had tried the good old yawn and put your arm around them technique. Twice. The first time, Eddie had playfully bit your wrist. The second time, he licked you. You wanted his tongue on you, but not in that way. Of course, both times you went to remove your arm he had grabbed your hand and pulled it closer. But nothing had changed after, it was like it never happened.

So you took to older techniques of flirting. You dropped something so he would pick it up. Eddie just joked that you were clumsy, which annoyed you so much you didn't even flirt further (regardless of how true or untrue the statement was). You made sure your ankles were exposed. He didn't even notice. You weren't sure what you expected with that one. You could try to faint, but weren't sure if Eddie would catch you or not.

You dropped compliments all the time while Eddie brushed them off. You bought him a new ring to wear. He claimed it was metal and would fit right in with the rest. Eddie had put it on then gave you one he wore and said, "Now we're even." You had went home and screamed into a pillow. You also kept his ring on a chain and wore it half the time. Eddie had simply smiled and gave you two thumbs up.

The most recent thing was when you had held your hand up against his. Eddie's hands were slightly bigger than yours. You had mentioned how big they were and hinted at what else was big. Eddie had given you a wink and wiggled his eyebrows. He then went back to explaining the newest campaign. You interlocked his hand with yours and said it fit well. Eddie had simply smiled and said thanks. Thanks!

No. Nope. You were pissed. You hadn't wanted to just flat out say it but enough was enough. You liked Eddie Munson and he was going to hear it once and for all.

You stormed into the Munson trailer without knocking. Eddie looked up from where he was sitting eating chips on the couch. Before he could chastise you for entering you snapped," What the hell is wrong with you?" Eddie's eyes narrowed, "The fuck? You storm into my house and-" "Shut up!"

Eddie's jaw clenches and you glare at him. "No, seriously Eddie, what the hell? I've been flirting with you for months and you don't even react?" Eddie's mouth drops open. He blinks a few times as you continue," I've tried every known thing in the book, but you don't even think twice!"

"You were flirting with me?" Eddie asks quietly. You huff and flop onto the couch next to him," Apparently not well if you couldn't tell." You cross your arms and pout. Eddie clears his throat," I mean I thought you were flirting but...just didn't believe you meant it. Not with me at least." You look at Eddie who is blushing. "Why would I flirt with you if I didn't mean it?" You frown slightly. "Practice? Wouldn't be the first time. Ya know, flirt with the freak." Eddie cleared his throat and your heart sank.

"I uh liked it though," Eddie turns to look at you, "the flirting." You inhale and exhale slowly looking at him. "You just have to be clear. Communicate to me. I overthink things and convince myself I am overanalyzing. That's why I'm a good DM, I think of like every scenario and what could happen. I explained the uh flirting away. Just thought you were being friendly or felt comfortable." Eddie shrugs slightly. "Okay. Then let me be clear. I like you Eddie Munson. Not just as a friend. I want you to be my boyfriend."

Eddie's smile slowly spreads across his face. Eyes lighting up and twinkling with joy," And I like you. And I would love to be your boyfriend." "Good." You nod. Eddie reaches out and interlocks his fingers with yours," Good." You both sit in silence for a moment. "So are you gonna kiss me or-" "yup, yes, yeah absolutely."

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie being definitely and completely platonic and heterosexual totally not flirting at all no tension whatsoever