#oc gang whatever idk

[chocolatte-del-lago]

Angels With Dirty Faces!

A group of four guys who work for the White Queen Applaud

Galaaz "Lancillotto" Dellago (Born around 100 a.C.): The tall effeminate blonde. His mother was an immigrant from a Germanic tribe (present-day Germany) and he was born in the current region of Lombardy in Italy. A former Roman soldier, he is racist (mainly against greeks), die-hard atheist and xenophobic. He has an affair with an Egyptian woman named Zenevra.

Gildas: (Born around 90 a.C.) The man with the ponytail. Chinese who was born in the region of the current city of Beijing but later moved to Rome. A calm man who usually studies religions together with his friends Merlin, Kanopus and Lancillotto. He is Buddhist

Merlin: (Born around 90 a.C.) The shortest. Born in Wales and named after the Breton god Mirddyn, even so, when he began traveling to other regions he decided to become Jewish. Lazy but adept at writing, he works with Gildas, Lancillotto and Kanopus

Kanopus: (Born around 1300 a.C.) Famous Egyptian navigator famous for his beauty and for his deeds during the Trojan War. He believed in the Egyptian god Osiris. Unfortunately, one day, while relaxing on a beach near his home, he was attacked by a snake and died. He met the other three members of the Dirty Angels after they were taken to the afterlife by the angel Applaud, and thus became friends.

Together they work on the Isle of the Unbelievers, a place where the souls of those who don't believe in any religion go when they die. They all received divine powers, but that's a topic for another post~

[penisbutterjellytime]

super old rdr oc

[em-bandaid-boy]

POV you are idiot tumblr user em-bandaid-boy and these fictional characters are burned into your brain

[ghoulysaphomet]

Tim's Ao3 AU

just got the image of tim writing red hood x oc fanfic but the oc is basically tim/red robin and each time the A/N is like

"sorry no beta im mid-shoot out with some gang leaders atm"

and the content ranges from super fluffy to the most degenerative porn wanting to lick his skull and the authors notes are like

"heey sorry for the slow update i got shot again and im forced on bed rest but now i have an excuse to work on the next chapters!!"

now i want a fic where its like

it gets more and more outrageous, and the comments are just people debating whether its real or not and then there's 1 comment.

that comment is like.

"Pick Up Your Phone, Now. -D"

and tims like

"::) im in trouble::)"

theres one person dissing out the red hood and how he's so terrible and will never actually deserve someone loving him and tim replies with

"Loompa Roompa might malfunction for a while"

and the person is like *how the fuck do you know the name of my roombah what the hell is this why it's been turning on and off at night what the fuck*"

tims username is pretty bird or somth bcs thats what jason called him at least once before and hes like yes i can be pretty and a bird i can be whatever you want me to be

(totes not because thats what jason always calls tim in my head no no)

dick just really, really wants answers but also is deeply, deeply concerned

"tim you had a 20k fic of red hood lovingly taking care of you and hugging you like you'd never been hugged before. are you like, okay?"

"you.. you read all of that?"

"that's besides the point. now answer the question"

"i dont know how to feel about this"

"how do you think i feel? i didnt need to know about any of it"

"and yet you do. curiosity killed the cat, dick."

"alright i wont bother you if you promise to talk with dinah or some jl approved therapist about... the hugging touch starved things. if you dont tho ill just send jason your ao3 account babs said he has one so he can see all your shit'

"i think i would feel better if you just stabbed me"

dick makes a lemon bitten face.

"..."

"..."

"you saw that too, huh."

"yep."

"i dont have a kink for being stabbed. i have a jason fetish. just him and whatever he decides to do to me so dont worry i wont be out getting stabbed by randos"

"I'm glad but also i wanna circle back to the jason fetish part i feel like thats something i should worry about"

20k fanfic where tim just rants about jasons soft hoodie

jason, meanwhile, he sees someone w the username idk PrettyBirdRedHoos in his comments and hes concerned someone figured out he was robin but goes to look and this persons bookmarks are all just fics written by a 'PrettyBird" user and all of them are red hood/oc, and some of them is like; piercing kink, some of them are 20k fics where the oc falls asleep wearing their hoodie, one of them is a very specific scenario where the red hood 'playfully attacks' the OC on top of a tall building and they fuck nasty and jay is like

this. is too detailed. to be a coincidence innit.

and the comments are just people debating how real these scenarios are and every single person that disses RH has something hacked or exposed and jays like 'ah. well, timmy certainly has a hobby."

he could tell him that he knows.

he could also choose to be an absolute tease. forget a hoodie there, wear some bootyshorts here, not wear a binder while wearing a tank-top here, spit out a specific phrase tims used in a fic before just to keep him on his toes. it's fun watching him squirm.

[banj0possum]

What if i want to bite them (all characters), like. Its love bites <3 like not hard enough to bleed hut enough to leave a mark for a while. Like i love them so much i just cant help it! I would kiss the bite marks after in hopes to make them not hurt as much <3

-🩷

Darling Gives Them Love Bites <333

My OCs x GN! Reader

Heres a short post from an old request as a little snack before the yan gang!!

CW: biting ofc, nsfw jumpscares sprinkled in, tooth decaying fluff

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Adrian is a bit confused and weirded out at first, like why are you biting thats gross youre gross wait why are you stopping you have to bite his other shoulder or else its not symmetrical and itll feel weird come back !!

he needs to get used to it gradually, but once it gets to the point you leave marks on his skin, he's asking for a lil bite every time you two say goodbye so he can have a memento of you

he cums in his pants if you lick the bite oh my god please do it again he begs of you

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Brandon thinks it's a game and bites you back, picking you up and throwing you up in the air. You activated some kind of trigger in him that made him go full excited golden retriever.

He bites you back, kissing the area over and over again as revenge

He probably bites more than you to be honest, he's always wanted to bite but held back in case you were uncomfy with it, but now that he knows you're cool with it he's going ham.

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Valeth is cooing over you, little duckling bites!! so cute!!!

He praises your bite marks, pointing out the parts that hurt saying things like "If you tried, you could definitely break skin! Good job my duckling!"

Thinks your little teeth are cute, especially your canines, he loves comparing it to his tusks.

He allows, no, encourages to let you nibble on his hand or arm

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The horde doesnt let you, kisses are ok, but biting ? no no no

not because they dont like it, they just dont want you putting your mouth on their literally rotten skin

plus they associate biting with eat so thats a bit of a problem

but my oh my they love kisses, give them a bit and maybe just maybe theyd let you nibble a little bit.

dont let them do it back to you especially ribs, they have super sharp teeth that can break bone if they wanted

but like you might be into that so idk man

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Wolfie thinks youre being aggressive before you assure him its how you express love, then he starts to do it back or lick you.

It's more of him casually putting a part of your body in his mouth protectively, he doesnt wanna hurt his mate ;-;

he still prefers licks and cuddles tho, anything that involves cuddles are ok for him!!

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Doriks cummin buckets im sorry

are you marking him as yours ? please do it some more please! maybe on his ear? arm? dick? chest?

hes all yours !!!

he offers to bite you back, itll eventually turn into very intense sex that ends with the both of you covered head to toe in bite marks

he wants round 2

use it as a reward and hes doing whatever you ask with the speed of a sports car

appears right next to you, neck exposed, waiting eagerly for another bite

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kalva is confused but laughs and bites you back, its a little painful because of the beak but he tries his best to be gentle.

he sees it as you trying to preen him and swoons over your 'attempt'

he preens you in order to teach how its really done! its mostly just an excuse to love on you <3

hes very ticklish so expect a flurry of giddly hoots and chirps from him whenever you nibble on him

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jasper is crying sobbing rolling on the floor rn

BITE HIM ON THE BECK PLEASE BITE HIM ON THE N-

he wants to roleplay with you being a vampire and him being your mortal soulmate

lil guy a bit freaky like that <3

moans so loud when you bite him, he has to apologize

euheheh eghghhh hes so crazy for you and your love bites

doesn't wanna bite back because skin on teeth is not a good sensation for him, but he'll cover your face in kisses to return the favor

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The vampires are cooing, swooning, absolutely simping for you

our little mortal is biting us so cute soc ute!!!!

get ready for never ending teasing and kissing

they point out the marks you leave and talk about how much better it would be if you were a vampire like them!

they fake terror over your bites, oh nooo a cute little human is biting me !! so so spooky !!

please let them bite you back

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Baron is short circuiting

ohmy oh oh my oh yomhyo-

thank you.

he has to process what just happened for a bit

tries to forget about it but he cant help but want another one when he gets a glimpse of your teeth when you talk or smile at him

stays up and imagines your mouth all over his skin leaving teeth marks everywhere

stayed up that night pumping his cock when he remembers you biting your lip that one time

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Caspian makes a big deal out of it

hes literally morticia in the addams family movie

last night you were unhinged, you were like some desperate howling demon, you frightened me

do it again

no please were are you going do it again!!!

"misbehaves" so you can bite him again as punishment

oops! i splashed you with water! you might have to bite me again~

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Hallow is yanking his fabric back and scolds you, what if you choked? he'd be worried sick!

gets you a chew fidget instead

doesnt quite understand love bites

please explain to him why eating him means you love him

maybe its because you think hes delicious? awwee thank you! youre delicious too i suppose !

coos over you as he holds you close, thank you for the bite honeypie!!

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Ashvan is squealing over how cute it was!!

blushes whenever you do, like very very flustered, his eyes might be covered by soft fur but you can almost see the redness on his face

his ears flatten as he tries to calm his frantically wagging tail

he gets much shyer whenever you smile at him or when you bite into your food during meals

he has to timidly ask for another bite with his index fingers touching together

please give him more biteys!!

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Axel tells you to bite harder

try it! hes tough! lets see how strong that jaw of yours is!

*frantically hiding his growing erection*

calls you little kitten or..rat

teases you by poking at your mouth with his finger to get you to bite

he loves it, he thinks its the cutest thing whenever you do it, especially when youre just subconsciously nibbling on him as if he was a chew toy

he makes sure his hands are always washed for you, no more touching dirty stuff carelessly, he gotta take care of himself for you!!

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King Alistair is pushing you away and coldly telling you no, but once you two are alone in your shared chambers, away from prying eyes, he softly tells you to continue

of course he loves you, he wants you to be free to express yourself, but please dont do it when people are watching

he has a reputation to uphold! not because he's shy and insecure about showing pda in public or anything...

bites back, definitely bites back!! out of all the ocs i think he bites the most next to Brandon

loves playing predator and prey whenever you two are fooling around together, if he ever leaves marks, hes kissing them softly to let you know he means no harm, he just got a bit carried away because youre just so sweet~!

if you leave marks, hes covering it up in his clothes, but occasionally he heads to he mirror, pulls away the fabric covering your lovebite, and smiles

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[heartfullofleeches]

Heyyoo it's been awhile ! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Just wanna drop off another ask for the MURDER CLOWN GANG ! Since I haven't been active for awhile ( whilst trying to figure out what to do with this acc tbh )

Anyways, it's a return for my oc Ainsley ! And also, since I was backtracking some of the hcs, one caught my eye about Mimey being a stripper which made me pop up an idea for a lil doodle !

And as for the question ! I was wondering what would the gang react to them returning after another heist to Mimey and Ainsley, sitting on the couch counting a large bag of money they got in a gig from the casino / club.

Maybe one of them noticed the bloody metal baseball bat Ainsley's holding as Mimey counts the money happily xD

here's a doodle for ref since idk what to draw (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

"...Either of you need a blanket?"

"...You're all covered in blood... So much bare skin too....damnit...I got drool all over my new shirt again."

"Thank goodness you're home safe... I was so worried...."

"Man, I'm beat.... Mind if I squeeze in between you two?~"

"You're still wearing that?! Whatever.... I'm starving. Let's get something to eat."

"I'm not really to say goodbye to those outfits yet. Stay right there while I grab my camera if you would."

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Red runs cold so they spent the entire time worrying the pair would freeze to death. Not so subtly checks both over for injuries as they inquire about their evening. Blue was worried about them as well, but their fears range from the two getting caught to them dying from food poisoning from rancid buffet food(their imaginary runs wild when they panic)

Purple's just trying to get a good look at them for as long as they can. If mime or Ainsley's bloody stockings go missing from the laundry you know who's the culprit. Green is drooling at the sight of them covered in blood for one reason or another. Their rule about not biting teammates might not be in effect that night

Orange being the difficult one of the group refuses to accept how cute either are - distracting themselves any way they can think of before they spill. If weren't being real, Pink likely was the one who made their outfits. Even if they didn't they're a fool for cute people in cute clothing.

(Sorry for the delay, chief! This was sitting my drafts for a minute. Great work as always - I love the little bows on their stockings ❤️🤡)

[asdfghjklmals]

Hii :)

I absolutely lovee your writings I've read each of them like 98688 times :)))

You asked for ideas so I thought maybe a fic that reader and satoru and the whole gang are still in school but they're not dating yet and reader and shoko are really close friends and satoru gets kinda jealous cause shoko hugs reader all the time and idk kiss her on chick or smth and satoru wishes he had the courage to do that????

Idk if you fell like it and were comfortable:))))

Thankss <3

THE COURAGE TO TRY✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. WORD COUNT: 1.6k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc. lovesick!gojo, a lil' jealous!gojo. bestie!suguru does what he does best and instigates for these two. one sided pining, but iykyk.

SYNOPSIS: satoru wishes he could be more than just friends with oc gojo girlfriend. AUTHOR'S NOTE: the first request to my milestone event (click here for more info). 💚 pre-dating oc gojo girlfriend and satoru, which i have a soft spot for hehehe. this is right after 'sleeping with the enemy', so click here to read it before you read this fic! REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

“are you going to blink any time soon?” suguru asked his bestfriend, waving in front of his face, "—earth to satoru?"

“huh.” satoru grumbled in annoyance. “what are you talking about?”

in case you overheard, suguru whispered in satoru’s ear to save him from his own embarrassment, “i’m talking about how you haven’t taken your eyes off of (y/n) all day. you’re starting to look like a creep.”

satoru pushed him away as his face turned bright red, “oh, shut up, suguru!”

the two sorcerers watched from the other end of the classroom as you and shoko were practicing your reversed cursed techniques together. he saw shoko jumping up and down with joy, hugging you tightly, probably excited that you were starting to hone in on your skills. a twinge of jealously jabbed at the white haired sorcerer.

suguru started to pry, “are you and (y/n) going to have another sleepover tonight?”

“suguru, get to the point. what the hell do you want?” satoru snapped in annoyance.

“oh come on, you know for a fact that everyone including our muscle-brained sensei, knows that you have been sneaking into (y/n)’s dorm room at night—not to mention past curfew.” suguru sighed at how oblivious satoru thought he was. suguru was smarter than that. "everyone just wants to know if you two are dating yet!"

satoru’s flush of red in his cheeks did not fade away, instead he just got redder and redder the more his bestfriend talked about the two of you possibly becoming a couple.

suguru curiously asked, “how long as this been going on for?”

satoru gritted his teeth and sighed, “ever since we got back from our mission together.”

“are you guys—”

satoru quickly interrupted his bestfriend before he said anything else to embarrass him further, “i only go to her room to sleep—for some reason, i sleep better when i’m with her. i think it’s her custom futon.”

it wasn’t your custom futon at all. it was the comfort of your presence.

suguru knew that satoru had a difficult time sleeping ever since he started attending jujutsu high. satoru was the type of person to doze off for a couple hours here and there, but never got any actual decent rem cycle sleep. satoru was the total opposite of you. you needed well over 8 hours of sleep to function as a normal (and kind) human being. the first thing that sashisu learned about you was not to wake you up in the mornings. the two guys left shoko with that job when needed.

“sure, whatever you say, satoru.” suguru smiled, his eyes disappearing behind his sly grin, “so, you and (y/n) are…?”

satoru scoffed at his bestfriend’s bold assumption, “—we are just friends.”

there was no way in hell he was going to admit that he liked you without knowing if you liked him back.

suguru folded his arms, annoyed that he wasn’t going to get an answer out of his bestfriend, “uh huh, right—friends do not cuddle each other to sleep.”

satoru started to list actions that friends can totally do together, “well, shoko and (y/n) always have sleepovers, they hug and loop their arms together when they walk—and they’re just friends.”

suguru stated very clearly, “shoko doesn’t give (y/n) an arm pillow every night. and she doesn’t cuddle her just to be able to get some sleep either.”

“well, shoko hugs (y/n) and holds her hand. i don’t get to do that.” satoru barked back.

“you know, satoru… it’s starting to sound like you’re jealous of shoko.” suguru laughed, realizing that satoru definitely wanted to be more than just friends with you.

satoru shot a death glare at suguru, “—am not!”

later that night

“what did you and shoko do during class today?” satoru asked as he watched you brush your hair in your bathroom.

you hummed, “hmmm, shoko gave me some pointers on how to control my cursed energy so i could focus it into reversed cursed energy.”

“oh…” satoru mumbled, “i could’ve helped you with that.” he would never admit that he was jealous of his other bestfriend, shoko ieiri. he wondered what favors he'd have to do for yaga-sensei in order to get paired up with you for a mission again.

you giggled, “satoru, you can’t even heal yourself yet. how could you have helped me?”

“i would’ve found a way.” satoru said, dissatisfaction in his tone. he would have to get stronger and figure out this reversed cursed technique bullshit if he wanted you to stay by his side. he folded his arms across his chest as he sat in your bed, waiting for you to turn off the lights so he could sleep.

you took one last look in your bathroom mirror before turning off your bathroom light. you hopped onto your bed and crawled towards satoru. as you sat down next to him, you noticed that his face was turning pink, ears heating up to a crimson red—he was avoiding all eye contact with you.

“arm pillow, please.” you called out to him with a smile, ignoring his blushing face. you wondered what had gotten into him today.

he laid back and rested his head on your pillow, laying out his right arm for you. you nuzzled in between his chest and bicep. you turned to face him, his arm curling down your back.

“are you sure your arm doesn’t hurt at night?” you asked, patting his chest softly. he always teased you about waking up with a dead arm in the mornings.

“i’m sure.” satoru said softly, “i’m used to it.”

you lifted your head from his arm and glared at him, “used to it? do you give other girls arm pillows too or something?”

satoru rolled his eyes at you, removing his hand from your back to ruffle your neatly brushed hair.

“no, (y/n). you’re the only one.” he reluctantly admitted, “your big head is the only one to lay on my arm.”

you rolled your eyes before you gave him a self-satisfied smirk, attaching your head to his right arm again. that satoru gojo and his interesting way of flirting he always used to try to charm you. you wrapped your arm around his torso, holding him close to you.

the past week that satoru had spent sleeping next to you, he picked up on your interesting sleeping habits: you were usually the first to fall asleep between the two of you. you were a light sleeper. you preferred to sleep on your side (or on your stomach when you’re not curled up next to him). you grind your teeth in your sleep when you’re stressed (he found that out during your mission together). you snore when you’re exhausted (but you argue that you don’t). and lastly, whenever he would move away from you, you would always pull him back towards you.

within 5 minutes of shutting your eyes, you were out cold. satoru could tell by the way your breathing steadied and the way your cursed energy looked to his six eyes. a calm blue hue is what cursed energy looked like at a peaceful resting state.

tonight, satoru’s heart would not stop racing no matter how hard he tried to regulate his breathing. he thought he got used to sleeping next to you every night for the past week, but he was wrong. his thoughts about his feelings towards you was tormenting him inside.

satoru wished that he had the courage to try to be more upfront with you about his feelings. he wished that he could confidently hold your hand so that everyone knew you were his. he wished that he could hug you just because he wanted to. he wished that he could kiss you in hopes that you would kiss him back. this fear of not knowing how you felt about him crippled him.

how could the strongest sorcerer feel so weak in your presence?

he tilted his head towards yours. the scent of your orange hibiscus shampoo lingered in your hair, your head resting just below his chin. he slumped further down on your bed, trying his best not to move your ‘arm pillow’. like clockwork, he felt you unconsciously pull him back towards your body. satoru hoped that he wouldn't wake you up by all the moving around he was doing.

he sighed before he turned to face you. your lashes fluttering against the top of your cheek as he watched you inhale and exhale in your slumber.

how could one person look so beautiful while sleeping? this was so damn unfair.

satoru’s heart skipped a beat. was he really going to attempt to kiss you? hell, he was going to take a risk. he took a deep breath before leaning in to press a feather-light kiss on your forehead and then on the top of your head. the foreign feeling made you furrow your eyebrows in your sleep. he hoped that his pathetic attempt at a kiss wouldn’t wake you up. he wouldn’t know how to explain this to you if you woke up right this instance. he stroked your cheek with his palm before you immediately fell back into your sweet dream for the night.

and it was in that moment that satoru gojo hoped that one day, you could be his and all he dreamed of too.

EXTRA:

“was my hair all over the place or something last night?” you asked satoru as you watched him change out of his pajamas to throw on his school uniform.

satoru thought back to last night when he kissed your forehead and immediately blushed. he feigned ignorance, “not that i remember. why...?”

you connected your thumb and index finger to your chin. “hmmm, i swear i felt something tickling my forehead.”

satoru couldn’t hide his mischievous grin, “tickling your forehead, huh? i wonder what it could’ve been.”

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[bloodyquillink-blog]

I had a thought…

This is going to be based off of the audio roleplays from @yuurivoice on youtube with his OC Auron and listener/lover Rook.

I was listening to The Night Does Not Belong To God by Sleep Token. Something about the piano in the beginning just fits the scene so well.

Imagine:

Listener(Rook) is taken by some enemies of Auron’s. Probably very old enemies that he believed were dead or at least disbanded.

They beat the shit out of Rook and send photos of the aftermath to Auron in a nice little package (for visualization purposes, remember when Seth, Alphonse and Boo got the box of Jessie’s hair? Yeah, kinda like that.)

Auron gets his gang together because he is seeing red, almost as if the blood he’ll spill has already gotten into his eyes.

He storms into whatever warehouse or building Rook is in.

He finds the rest of the gang that had kidnapped you but can’t find the leader of them. He’ll handle that later, he supposes.

Auron finds Rook laying on the ground, still tied to a chair. They’re knocked out and bleeding.

His gang frees Rook and he carries them out in his arms, whispering reassurance between every command he sends his team.

At a very fancy hospital, Rook wakes up. Laying on a hospital bed and watching Auron. His elbows on his knees, he’s hunched over and lost in thought. That is, until Rook speaks.

“Hey, hero…”

Auron confesses how afraid he was, trying to make it sound more like anger instead of fear. He explains that he couldn’t find the leader.

“You have some work to do” Rook says.

With their working and less sore arm, the pull out brass knuckles that Auron had gifted them (a sign of trust in his eyes, giving Rook an idea of just how cruel he can be behind the scenes). I almost want to imagine that Rook had fashioned this into a necklace they could tuck into their shirt so it wouldn’t arouse suspicious but idk.

Auron takes the brass knuckles. He silently kisses Rook on the head and caresses their cheek.

“My hands… are going to look much bloodier when I come back. The streets… will be even dirtier than before. My love for you is like a bullet. Nothing stands in its way… and if it tries to…” he doesn’t need to finish his sentence.

Auron leaves, slipping the knuckles on and telling a few of his people to keep watch. He puts his hair up and gets to work.

He comes back hours later to find you sleeping peacefully.

Your injuries, though tended to, are still red and irritated. You’ll be out of work for a bit.

Auron sits right where he was before he left. By your bed. However now, he looks at you. He watches your breathing, listens to the small noises you make. The only sound is the light fixtures buzzing.

He slips off the brass knuckles and wipes his hands off.

His bruised hands gently brush your hair. The cracks in his skin sting, but he ignores it. There are higher priorities. Auron stays, ignoring his discomfort being in such a stale environment.

He replays the beating he dished out over and over in his head until you come back to the forefront of his mind.

He temporarily forgets his cruelty, exchanging the thoughts for those of you. Every moment he has seen of you.

This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. If anyone else knows about you, then perhaps he should pay them a visit too.

He plans as you sleep.

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Hi!! Your writing is always so wonderful and i was wondering if you’d be up to write something if you still take requests!

I have this whole long and detailed storyline in my head with an oc. I’ll write a short summary about her and if you’d like I would be head over heels if you come up with some sort of scenario!

Basically she’s very masculine presenting, often mistaken for a young man/boy because of it. Hot headed and pretty reckless at times. She’s around Abigail’s age but joined the gang a year or so before. She’s not the brightest in general but every now and then has some surprisingly smart things to say. In general personality wise a mix of Mushy and Rowdy from Rawhide, if you’ve watched the show. I think she’d get along with Sean the most because of her personality. But she’s secretly got the hots for Arthur, she’s pretty decent at hiding it however. Loyal like a dog to him specially, however the feelings she harbours for him will forever be onesided.

IDK IF THIS IS TOO LONG TO READ OR TO DUMB TO COME UP WITH A SCENARIO. BUT LIKE??? Do whatever you want with all this, if it’s even interesting at all. THANKS EITHER WAY🤞🏽😝

My Love Is Not Mine, All Mine

(Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Angst)

Reader is masc presenting in this, you read the req. Also angst. No comfort lol. Creative freedom is a blessing.

What do you do with a loving feeling if a loving feeling makes you feel all alone. Your heart squeezes. Your stomach tries to cave in on itself. Your body becomes shamefully frail; muscles taut and sore, a perpetual ache plaguing your body. You’d take on the brunt of the day, and feel it collapse on you at night. Your weary knees would carry you through it all, and you could squash a week into a day. You become addicted to the loneliness and desperation, because you do not know what else to do with yourself. It is the most familiar feeling you know, and you have convinced yourself it is your destiny.

But when you wake up Arthur in the morning, and when you wait for him at night, and when you wait for his beck and call so often that you do not have your own freedom, it is comparable to having a dog. You would do anything for him, and he for you, but the passion is interrupted. You were his literal and metaphorical partner in crime, and when one of you would ride, so came along the other to accompany them.

Spending so much time with Arthur reminded you of what it was like to be fulfilled. You were hungry for love, and you longed for Arthur to feed you so full until you could not take it anymore. You wanted to know what it was like. He would fill your bowl, but not lift the spoon to your lips.

You awoke from your dream softly, turning over and away from the light casting down on your face. You wished you could keep dreaming, but when you saw Arthur’s figure standing a few feet away where the stew cooked, you were given a million reasons to stay awake. You hoisted your aching body up onto your elbows, your joints groaning and creaking as a reminder that the previous night had not been kind to you. You’d change out of your chemise into dusty jeans and a cotton button up, shoving your feet into a pair of pointed black boots. They had been your continual choice of foot wear for the past few years. A good pair of boots could be your companion forever. Oh, how you longed for a companion. Soon, the soles would crack and the leather would crease in a thousand more places, but you’d keep wearing them out anyways. You were loyal.

You paced over towards the fire, leaning down to pour yourself a cup of coffee. You’d utter a tired “Morning” to Arthur, flickering your eyes towards him before staring back down at the liquid in your mug. He’d return the gesture as he served himself a stew; it reminded you of how hungry you were. But you could not bring yourself to eat, the butterflies in your stomach would not allow you.

Before long, you’d find yourself naturally gravitating towards Sean (though you were ready to abandon him the moment Arthur called for you).

“How’s my favorite lad—I mean lass doing this fine morning?” Sean’s energy would leave others jaded, but you would come at him with the same level of enthusiasm. He always had a way with his words that kept your spirits high.

“I’m doing just fine! Thank you.” You groaned as you sat, stretching your back and hearing a satisfying crack.

“Sheesh, someone didn’t have a good night’s rest did they?” He would comment mockingly, chuckling to himself when you flipped him off.

“Yeah actually, had another one of those weird, recurring dreams.” You waved your hand dismissively, opting to not want to talk about the topic. But Sean was persistent, and he’d take any bit of entertainment he could get, even from you.

“Well, there’s definitely a cure to your predicament.” He looked at you slyly, bringing his coffee to his lips. You rolled your eyes. You hated the thought of it. Some part inside of you cringed at the thought. Of tearing yourself open in all your glory and allowing Arthur to look inside you, allowing him a chance to try and understand your most tender and sentimental facets. Lord knew he would not allow you the chance, his walls were so thick you were convinced not even he could tear them down.

You looked at your boots in defeat.

“Not happening.” You sighed in frustration.

“Come on! What’s the point of living if ya don’t take risks every now and then?”

Sean did not understand that you did not fear risk, rather, you feared loss of companionship. And you clung to it more dearly than your own life.

“It’s too early to be talking about this!” You spat, an unpredictable aggressiveness in your tone.

“Y’know, for one of the most reckless and straightforward people I know, you sure are shy when it comes to this crush business.” Sean teased you in return, egging on your aggressiveness.

You shushed Sean, condemning him for being so loud. You didn’t want anyone else around camp to know about your feelings for Arthur. Not that you had ever willingly told Sean about them; he more or less figured it out on his own and teased you about it. You allowed Sean to, because you got some sort of satisfaction out of someone acknowledging your feelings. Sean allowed you to blush and giggle about your crush with the likeness of a schoolgirl, and he did not shut you down once. You did not want to hear about how high Arthur’s walls were, or how unavailable he was, or how he preferred ladies as opposed to you. He did not give you any of that, rather, he provided you with encouragement, told you to go for what you wanted. Most importantly, he didn’t turn your business into gossip.

You appreciated the gestures, but you could not find it in you to go for it. You were a great gunslinger, you did amazing in heists, you had an affinity for sniffing out leads, you ran into things headfirst; action first and think later you told yourself. But when it came to this, you second guessed everything you did. You never made your feelings obvious, you hid them well. But in terms of your loyalty to Arthur, that said everything for you.

Eventually, Arthur approached you, asked you to ride with him. Naturally, you followed suit, bidding Sean goodbye as he playfully raised his brows at you.

“Where we headed?”

“Into town, I got a letter from someone asking for help.” His explanation was brief, but you knew perhaps what this meant. Your stomach tied up into knots and squeezed, and you suddenly felt your body become heavy with each of your movements.

“I see, but why do you want me to go along…?” There was a tinge of hope in your voice; what you were hoping, you did not know.

“Just in case something happens and I might need you.”

You nodded.

“And, we always ride together anyways.” He added.

You did not expect that, but you felt your chest swell with pride, and you turned your head to hide the inescapable smile. You nodded in acknowledgement, the words echoing in your head.

Your ride towards Saint Denis was quiet. Which was unusual. You would usually talk up a storm, and Arthur would happily entertain it. But this ride was different. The only sounds accompanying your ride was the drumming of hooves on red earth, as well as the metallic gallop of a far off train. You noticed Arthur was rigid, stiff, yet fidgety. You almost felt bad for being in a good mood from his words, but the heaviness between you spread when you remembered where you were heading.

Eventually drumming turned into clopping, as dirt roads turned into stone paved streets. The unwelcoming miasma of Saint Denis had you wheezing, fanning the air ahead of you. It felt as though even in open air, you could not suck in a deep breath. As the two of you approached your destination, Arthur seemed restless. You noticed the way he would tighten and then untighten his fists, and as the two of you dismounted your horses, he kept fiddling with his collar and hair.

“Need help there?” You offered, giggling at his particularness.

“Yes, I would appreciate that very much.” He laughed dryly, his attempts at calming his nerves with humor were in vain. You stepped forward and adjusted his collar, and even if brief, you felt his heart hammering at his chest. You bit the inside of your cheek to sustain another smile (you wondered if you had to do something with it?). You took his hat off his head, fixing his hair for him. A few passer bys looked on at the vaguely intimate scene with prying eyes, perhaps they found it strange how a “man” was so close to and helping another man. Yet perhaps, you were more man than woman. You dressed like a man, carried yourself like one, did things that only men could do, you drank like one, talked like one—.

“How do I look?” He asked, before curling his lips in a nearby window, checking his reflection. You giggled.

“Lovely.” You commented. You scratched at the skin on your arm, letting your nails dig in a little deeper.

“Thank you.” He looked back at you, a wavering confidence in him. Wordlessly, he motioned for you to follow him, and you did, walking by his side. Arthur studied the buildings, trying to find the location to which he was summoned to.

“Arthur! Up here!” A voice called out.

The two of you looked up, and upon seeing Mary Linton, your suspicions were confirmed. You had to will away the pressure that built up in your face, your throat becoming unbearably dry.

Arthur smiled and nodded at her.

“You came! And you brought your…” Mary looked at you, studying your face as if she would find an answer there. “Friend!” She finished.

You nodded at Mary, hands behind your back.

“Pleasure to meet you Miss, I’m (Name.)” The pitch in your voice gave her the answer she sought.

The prospect of Arthur having never told Mary about you stung. Perhaps something you’d bring up later.

“Hold on a minute, I’ll be down!” She called out, before disappearing into the hotel. Moments later, she appeared before the both of you. She and Arthur seemed to devolve into hushed conversation, to which you had no choice but to awkwardly stand there. Arthur had shared more intimate details of his life with you before, but to be witnessing one had you rigid. You did not know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or to sob out in fear when Arthur politely asked you for a moment of privacy with Mary.

Perhaps you should’ve said no to coming along as soon as Arthur told you what this was about. You pondered this as you walked down the wet stone sidewalk, looking up at the sky rather than at the floor. You stopped eventually, and stared.

You thought back to the time you had gotten into a bar fight with a man in Rhodes, and Arthur practically had to peel you off the poor bastard as you beat his face blue. You remembered the lecture he gave you for acting so reckless and impulsively. You told him the man deserved it for shoulder checking you, which only made Arthur chastise you more.

The truth was, he’d made a sly remark about Arthur.

You were pulled out of your train of thought when you heard hasty footsteps behind you. Normally you would’ve prepared for the worst, but you knew those footsteps well. They were Arthur’s, of course.

You turned around in excitement, ready to greet him, ask him how things went. But your face dropped, your eyes nearly popping out your skull when you saw his forlorn expression. Was he— blinking away tears?

“Uhm… You okay?” You asked hesitantly. You reached out a shaky hand to his shoulder, stuttering in your movements out of uncertainty, before you set it down fully. He allowed the touch. Arthur cleared his throat, bringing his fingers together to pinch his bridge, but not before wiping the seams of his eyes with his finger and thumb.

“Yes, sweetheart, I’m fine.”

The way he called you sweetheart was bittersweet; it stung so good. You could almost taste it; you licked your lips.

“What happened?” You asked, moving forward to try and look him in the eyes. You placed both your hands on his shoulders now. You swore you saw more tears well up in his eyes when you asked, which he blinked away.

“Mary asked me for help, again.”

“Oh.” That was all you could say.

“I turned her down.”

“Oh.”

“It’s fine though, it’s just…I didn't think I should, after all that’s happened.”

You nodded in understanding. He looked deeply hurt by his decision, and it was one you were not sure you could help comfort him over without hurting yourself. The two of you stood there silently for a moment.

"I'm a bad man, aren't I, (Name)." His voice wavered. He looked up at you with sadness in his eyes, and it felt like barbed wires were being tightened over your throat and heart when he said that. It stung to see Arthur speak so lowly of himself.

"No Arthur, of course not… you're one of the best men I know…"

He chuckled sadly. "Thank you, but I'm a no good fool, who doesn't know what he wants."

You took notice of the people who walked around your heartfelt moment, like a river parting for a rock. You knew of Arthur's issues with self esteem, and you knew that no matter what you said, he would not take it to heart.

Another moment of silence— until Arthur walked past you towards where your horses were waiting. In a moment of impulsivity, you gripped his forearm, stopping him in his tracks.

He looked at you in surprise, first at where you grabbed him, then at you.

"I… I..."

You began, but the words did not seem to come out. Your grip on his arm was tight, tightening slightly when you became keenly aware of the rising tension. But he did not look at you with impatience, never. Rather, concern. As the seconds passed, you tried to find the right words to say, but it did not happen.

"I'm sorry…" You felt the familiar feeling of your throat tightening up and running dry. He managed a half hearted smile before patting your hand. You felt his palm smooth over your knuckles, before you both let go.

"It's okay, let's go get a drink somewhere. I think we both need it."

'I think we both need it' You would ponder his choice of words. You felt your body become heavy, and any movement felt like you were dragging your limbs across the stone floor. Wearily and wordlessly, you followed.

You did not know what to do with all the love you had for him. You did not know where to put it.

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My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

[fireflylitsky]

Here, have a pinned post

Hello and welcome to, uh, yeah whatever this hot mess is *gestures loosely to entire blog*.

I’m a novice writer, artist, and most importantly, far too lazy to have a bunch of organized sideblogs for separating out my own art/writing, reblogs, and shitposts, so welcome to my personalized serotonin dumpster—the gang’s all here. If you care to sift through its contents, this stuff below might help.

A lot of my posting is Naruto related—the akatsuki specifically—but you’ll find a mishmosh of Stuff n’ Things™ as I tend to hyper-fixate on whatever's clever for me at any given moment (but always return home to Naruto—idk what that says about me tbh, but I’ve accepted it and you should too).

I always tag characters and ships and sometimes add semi-intelligible thoughts that no one needs. Otherwise, here are some recurring tags:

#firefly art - My art

#firefly writing - My writing or talking about writing

#firefly snippets - Drabbles/small one-shots for prompt fills

#art for a fic - Art I’ve either drawn, been gifted, or commissioned specifically for a posted fic

#art commission - Art I’ve commissioned

#OC: Izumi - Art of my main Naruto OC, Izumi

#GIVE SAKURA KUBIKIRIBOCHO or #Sakura with a big sword - Art of Sakura with the executioner’s blade, Kubikiribocho. Why yes, it is my fetish, thank you for noticing.

Fic Masterlist:

I have some fics of varying length, completeness, and quality; with rare exception, you can count on them being Akatsuki-centric. In no particular order...

Chaptered Fics Naruto Fandom:

Oh Honey, There Goes Your Bastard (58/? chapters, 334k words) OC/Canon, OC/Itachi, OC/Hidan, Hidan/Itachi, OC/Hidan/Itachi / Canon Divergent AU / Explicit #Fic: oh honey there goes your bastard

Sweet Vertigo (6/? chapters, 29k words) KakuHida / Modern Omegaverse AU / Explicit #Fic: sweet vertigo

Please Mr. Postman (7/12 chapters, 25k words) KakuHida / Modern Masks as Dogs AU / Slice of Life Drama with Dark Themes / Mature #Fic: please mr postman

Yokai Sunset (7/? chapters, 40k words) KisaSaku / Canon Divergent Timeskip Post-apocalyptic Yokai AU / Horror/ Romance / Mature #Fic: yokai sunset

Come As You Are (1/3 chapters, 4.7k words) HidaObi / Modern Omegaverse Meet Ugly Modern AU / Mature/Explicit #Fic: come as you are

Issue Paper (6/12 chapters, 42.8k words) ObiKonan / Modern ETL Coffee Shop Holiday AU / Mature/Explicit #Fic: issue paper

One Shots Naruto:

Don’t You Cry, Don’t You Cry (4.8k words) KakuHida (T4T) / Canon compliant AU / Mature #Fic: don’t you cry don’t you cry

Alive With The Glory of Love (2.2k words) KakuHida (T4T) / Canon compliant AU / Explicit #Fic: alive with the glory of love

The Great Pumpkinshark (1.2k words) KakuHida & Fuu & cool Uncle Kisame / Modern AU / Mature #Fic: the great pumpkinshark

I Promise This Won’t Happen Again (1.5k words) KakuHida / Canon Divergent Kakuzu as a Reaper AU / Teen and Up #Fic: I promise this won’t happen again

Lost and Hopefully Not Found (2.6k words) KakuHida & Fuu / Canon Divergent AU / Teen and Up #Fic: lost and hopefully not found

Flawless Teamwork (1.3k words) KakuHida / Modern AU / Teen and Up #Fic: flawless teamwork

Yokai Sunset: One-shot (11.5k words) KisaSaku / Canon Divergent Timeskip AU / Explicit / Dubcon

One Shots Undead Unluck:

Middle of The Night (10.2k words) Anfuu / Canon compliant AU / Explicit#Fic: middle of the night

[chocolatte-del-lago]

Strange Frontier

"Bloody, righteous, and mentally slow"

Created by Leila Spears to fight Daemons, Strange Frontier is known for being a bunch of bastards who got together to fight in weird outfits against monsters nobody cares about!

°-Story

As said before, Strange Frontier was created after Leila had her friends killed by a Daemon, which made her seek revenge, until she met Lionel, who had also suffered at the hands of another Daemon, and then she decided to found the group to recruit more people to rid Greece of the Emotional Beasts.

°-Members

-Leila Spears (Age 28), "Femme Fatale" (Leader/Amazon)

Leila Spears founded Strange Frontier after having her friends from her old group killed by a Daemon. Even though she is serious, she cares deeply for her friends. She received her training at a young age and carries a large spear in her hands. Many who have seen her strength call her the "Femme Fatale".

-Lionel Limoni Astler (Age 33), "The One Who Never Gives Up" (Vice-Leader/Knight)

Lionel joined Strange Frontier after his friends were turned into Emo-Beasts and his others (Siara, Arocel and Voltel) were attacked. He has a gambling addiction and is often pessimistic, but he still believes in his group's potential. He carries an axe and, because of his many bets (which sometimes work out), he is called "The One Who Never Gives Up".

-Siara Wineaus (Age 24), "Bad Romantic" (Archer)

Siara joined Strange Frontier after the orphanage where she worked was attacked by a Daemon and her sister Arocel decided to join the group, so without much choice she followed her. She often tries to strike up a romance in the towns she visits, but it always goes wrong (as she's always travelling), earning her the nickname "Bad Romantic", but otherwise she's quite friendly and tries to cheer up the group. She carries a bow and shoots quite hard.

-Arocel Wineaus (Age 23), "The Hundredth Death" (Archer)

Arocel joined the Strange Frontier after having her brother Sidra and other members of the orphanage and her town killed, before they found her alive they believed her to be the "Hundredth Death". She is quiet but harbours a deep hatred of the Daemones, but she also cares deeply for Siara and Lionel. She has realistic artistic skills and also wields a bow, which she uses to shoot very quickly.

-Cole Meadows (Age 20), "Man On Fire" (Rogue)

Cole joined the Strange Frontier when Erik did too. Cole is a very humble man who has a strange love of fire - when he once set a man on fire (in self-defence) he began to be hunted in the town where he lived and earned the nickname "Man on Fire". He attacks with his metallic nails (which Erik made for him) and is also very flexible and resilient. He studied biology.

-Alphania "Erik Mercury" Bulszara (Age 19), "Mr. BadGuy" (Doll Mage)

Erik joined the Strange Frontier just to make money. He earned his nickname "Mr Bad Guy" because of his "magic shows" that always ended up with children and adults dying (there are rumours that he even ate their bodies). He knows how to fool people and uses optical illusions to simulate magic, but for the most part he attacks with his puppets which are controlled by cerol lines (a mixture of thread and glass (sometimes iron)). He studies psychology.

The whole thing (in Portuguese): Strange Frontier | A Kind of Magic (umtipodemagica.blogspot.com)

[whyiliketitantvman]

✨I have finally came up with the designs for Dogday and catnap in the shadow Moon motorcycle gang Au!✨

(Info: after moving out of his hometown in the wild West And Also missing his dad the prototype dogday decided to join the bikers and become the leader of the daybreaker Clan working beside the Royal Prince Catnap dogday and his gang of crime committing psychopaths make sure to obey dogday and give him and catnap whatever they want!)

✨And if you want to add your Smiling Critter Oc in the shadow moon motorcycle gang Au you can if you want to! I wouldn't even mind at all but if you don't want to that's okay it's your choice! ✨

[krakenkakes]

OMORI OC/NPC DASHBOARD SIMULATOR (pt 1??)

idk we just did this for fun or whatever. the usernames were bitches to come up with iidc if they're trash atp ,, just sillying

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#IVE RECIEVED 20 IMAGES OF THEIS SMAE SKULL IN MY ASKS <- og tag #rbs #op might be going through it #this is hilarious #thanks anon #20???

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happy 3 month anniversary of when someone logged into my Tumblr and changed my username to hotwheelz and nothing else. I've kept it because it's too good to lose

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btw op is apart of a gang irl please block

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Was it casual when we used to sneak out and have picnics under the moon with nothing but a hardly lit lamp and eachother. Was it casual when you stayed by my side despite the things I wrote about you in my diary, even though you never actually found out about it. Was it casual when you held my hand when no one was around and told me you loved me all the time.

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god forbid women have hobbies

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[speardovich]

i hate the smrpg remake because like. Ok

when i was either. 12 or 13 i had an au. and it was that the main members of the smithy gang (yarid, bow, mack, axems) actually had family and parents outside of the gang. like the ones you fight (not the machine mades dur) weren't made by smithy they were just recruited on. and like i named these family members and they were established ocs and everything. i think how it went was that smithy ended up stealing them from their families and then taking them away Idk it was angsty whatever anyways. when i was 14, i scrapped all the ideas because they were so cringey and grrr i hated them so much. And oh my goodness bro it wasn't canon at all ooobviously they were all made by smithy and have no lives before that what was i on lol?

And then i pretty much forgot about it

So imagine my surprise when the smrpg remake comes out with this

[legendarceus]

ok i made a pokemon horizons oc whatever. idk what’s going on with them i just got hit with sudden idea and ran as fast as i could. theyre part of the rising volttacklers (honestly they have like the least amount of problems with the explorers though lmao)

this is cadence. ngl i have no idea how they got on the ship. probably friede got lost and they were like "heres a map gang" and then forgot to tell him they wanted it back later so they just followed him around for like no reason and he was like "awesome. guess you're with us now" and they were like "oh awesome"

they chart maps and stuff! and are also really fascinated with space and celestial objects n such (they chart constellations too). and they also just have a LOT of books. like one wall in their room is just a big ass bookshelf with one of those slidey ladders and stuff. they like reading too. they also play clarinet (ngl they probably play most wind instruments but primarily clarinet)

yeaaa...... theyre normal alrigiht (((random wack doodles under cut)))

ill be honest i dont know if theyd actually like fnaf but on my birthday on the way to dinner i told my bestfriend like 75% of the lore even though i'd never been in the fandom. i believe strongly that is something they would do. or maybe im projecting

[bloom-ribbon22]

Hi, hello, howdy, wassup, yo, it is I, Bloom Ribbon

so um, it felt like ages since I made anything Dinotrux related XD I know my last Dinotrux post isn't really that long but still- I kinda lost interest in the show for about a few weeks ago and just recently got my interest back...

Aaaaaaanywaaaays, I'm not sure if y'all remember but I did made a Dinotrux OC named D-Smantle A.K.A D-bros sis for an AU fanfiction requested by Dstroykin1 right here:

I'm really sorry if I haven't posted the fanfic yet, it's still unfinished but I'll continue it soon!! 😭 again, I kinda lost interest in the show so I lost motivation to finish it uhhhh yea

so the reason why I'm bringing her up rn is because I gave her a redesign and also some more info!

Ta-da!

and here's a few information about her and a bit rewrite ig????

•while I do find the split colored pattern(or whatever it's called) pretty cool, I unfortunately got rid of it since it sorta just didn't feel right for me?? idk it just feels weird, so umm yea she kinda looks a bit basic now but I'll prolly add more to her design, once I make a full body ref of course

•I still kept the warning tape scarf thingy and the patterns on her eyes that's supposed to be eyelashes

•likes stargazing, nothing deep, she likes staring at stars at night, keeps her relaxed like ya I know you can barely see stars irl, maybe it's just me idk

•she has a crap ton(-ton) of scratches all over her but no scars, I like to think unlike D-Structs and D-Stroy, she's not as aggressive as they are, never really picks a fight with anyone else when threatened. but still does get into a few fights and accidents also has scratches ON her eye which is almost too hard to see

•if she ever does have a chance to meet Ty and the gang, then unlike D-Structs and D-Stroy(well, specifically D-Structs) she wouldn't hate Ty that much, she doesn't really care if another T-Trux(unless when they're trying to challenge/attack her) is in her territory building whatevs, but she does find him weird and sorta annoying at times, again, she doesn't hate him so she won't try to get rid of him

•for Ty's perspective? I feel like if he does meet her then he'll also find her annoying, D-Smantle does have that attitude after all but he also won't attack her despite the fact she's literally related to the two trux that tried to kill him countless of times, if anything, he would be surprised to see that despite the attitude, she's way more chill

•left her whole family and started a new life somewhere else because surprise: she doesn't like them, she hated them. two of her brothers shits on her every day and rarely compliments/at least have a neutral conversation with her. as for her parents? they don't really give a shit about her, they sometimes look after her but they focused more on the D-bros so her ass brothers had to raise her(reluctantly)

•lives all by herself now, everyone avoids her cuz "T-Trux bad" but she's already used to it. as lonely as it is...to her, being alone is more better than living with her "family" ...

and that's all for now! I'll continue the fanfic later, tomorrow uhhhhh yea.

alsoooo...bonus human D-Smantle design!

anyways, feel free to ask questions about her in asks, reblogs, comments and I'll happily answer them <3

I hope you all stay safe! 💜