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[customcuncern]

hello making my return back on here

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[luffysscraps]

Dracule Mihawk absolutely NEEDS a chubby girlfriend.

Drabble; 🔞

It’s not a want, or need it’s a MUST.

Just thinking about him calmly sitting down on his throne. Wine in one hand, a book in his other. And you his chubby goth girlfriend in his lap. And he’s so serious all the time. He’s like “Y/N it’s 4 pm. It’s time for your daily belly rub.” And he’ll sit there rubbing your stomach like this ‘😐🍷’.

Despite his face he’s absolutely elated, he’s past cloud nine he’s reached heaven.

And of course he takes you everywhere with him. So when he sails across the sea in that tiny ass boat he just has you in his lap, petting you up like you’re a little rabbit while slashing down any sea kings or pirates that dare cross his path.

If you’re insecure about your weight or refuse to sit on his lap he’ll shut that down in seconds, he’ll literally stare at you blankly like. “My sword weighs more then you. You can’t hurt me.” He leaves no room for argument and just pulls you into his lap.

He loves feeding you and watching you eat. It’s just about the only thing that’ll make him smile. He doesn’t really know why but watching you eat is one of his favorite activities. He’s just silently looking over the table at you with a small smile on his face. “Do you want any more?” :)

He doesn’t look like it but he secretly likes it when you dress up for him. Whenever you and Perona come back from a shopping spree and you show him the outfits and lingerie it’s probably the only time his face turns red but he’s still stoic in the face. All he says is:

“Excellent.”

“Lovely.”

“Marvelous.”

When the other warlords tease him about his chubby chasing habits he simply rolls his eyes. “I’m simply a man, unlike you boys. You simpletons only like plump breasts or plump butts. Who’s afraid of extra soft plushness everywhere?” He says blankly while flipping through the newspaper without a care in the world.

He will Unironically wear a T-Shirt that says ‘plus size is my size.’ Or ‘the bigger the better.’

He really. REALLY. Wants you to sit on his face and will easily admit it. Suffocate him between your thighs and pussy please and thank you. “Y/N, may you please sit on my face?” He wants to drink your wetness until the ends of time.

In the past skinny girls had never made him cum. But your plump pussy, oh he can empty his load into you five times in one session. It’s so soft, so warm, that cute muffin top, your stretch marks. Good god this man is so in love with you.

He loves when you ride him. He’s holding onto the plush of your ass and pumping himself deep inside of you, burying himself in your cunt. “Good heavens.” He moans out as you pick up the pace and he just cums right then and there.

Aftercare is often him laying you down on top of him and him silently petting your hair. He doesn’t say it often but moments like these you know he loves you exponentially.

“Chubby women are truly superior.”

[viperrot]

⇁slasher season | leon kennedy | pt. 1

re4 remake ghostface!leon kennedy x fem!reader NSFW 18+

MINORS DNI: BEWARE OF THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

a few days have passed since you gave leon permission to be a lil creeper. the stage is set, and you thought you were ready, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

series content warnings: porn with little plot, cnc/dubcon, depictions of chase, stalking, knifeplay, size difference, and possibly more to be added

content contains: stalking, verbal and physical threats (threatens to unalive you), knifeplay, oral (fem-receiving), p in v, cnc, leon is trying to be mean, size difference, voyeurism, masturabation, degradation (use of “slut” and “bitch”), cervix kissing, unprotected sex, implied aftercare

not proofread i am going beddie bye time

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song rec: “voulez-vous” by johnny goth

i’m back from the grave. also 300+ FOLLOWS WHAT WHAT I LOVE YOU BIRDIES SO MUCH!! IM SO SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG T^T IVE HAD A HORRIBLE SUMMER BREAK.

You always felt a sense of shame when you tell your classmates that you don’t work often. At minimum, you work twelves hours a week, and it isn’t for college but more for yourself. It was hard to admit you hail from a well-off family, your rich aunties and uncles all pitching in for your college funding and your quaint apartment, so you never talked about your riches with your friends no matter how close, not wanting to make them feel less-than in anyway.

Time and time again, you’ve offered Leon help with his tuition and summer-class prices, and he always denied it, saying something gruff and mildly misogynistic like, “I don’t need a lady’s money” with a dumb expression. Instead of arguing, you put your extra coffee-shop money into food, clothes, and other gifts for your dear boyfriend, who works far more than you do.

And work means he’s not always around.

In the summer, he’s kicking around in a pool with a handful of little ones, teaching them how to swim “like a better Michael Phelps” as he’d stay at the pool for nearly twelve hours a day. When pool season is over, he's working at the bakery near downtown part-time or focusing on school. Despite the busy schedule year-round, Leon always found time for you, never passing an opportunity to snuggle in the nearly eight months of you dating.

You lazed away on your bed, the summer heat missing as a result of your precious air-con working its ass off in this weather. The bedroom was lit only by the afternoon sun which sparkled in from your balcony a few feet away from your queen-sized bed. You watched the clothes you hung up to dry sway in the gentle breeze as you laid on your side, hands tucked beneath your head as you dozed off.

Rrrrring! Rrrrring!

The sound of your phone going off catches you off guard, the call practically vibrating your entire bed. You sigh heavily and snatch the device from the cotton abyss of your duvet, the screen's brightness slightly stinging your corneas as you squint at it confused.

"Unknown Caller?" You mumble, trying to think of anyone that could be calling you at this time. "Maybe its something about college..." You swipe the screen to the right with your thumb, sitting up and bringing the phone to your ear.

"Hello?" You greet questioningly, eyebrows furrowing together as your free hand comes down to fiddle with the hem of your oversized jumper.

"Hello?" A man's voice responds, deep with a slight rasp. Your confusion worsens.

"Can I help you...?"

"Who is this?"

"(Y/n) (L/n)," you respond curtly. "What do you need?"

"I don't know," they reply. Your lips tug into a slight frown.

"I think you have the wrong number, then. Have a good day!" With a feigned happiness, you quickly ended the phone call and slumped back down into your bed, the springs creaking as your weight pressed into the plush mattress. Your eyes begin to droop once more, breathing slow as you succumb to sleep.

Until the phone rings again.

You grunt and claw around for your cellular device once more, checking the screen to see it was from the same unknown caller. Your eyebrows knit together. Who is this?

“Hello..?”

“Hang up one more time, and I’ll fuckin’ slit your throat,” the mysterious man threatens, his words voiced through gritted teeth and a clenched throat. At that moment, everything clicks.

It’s Leon, your sweet and harmless boyfriend. Leon Scott Kennedy, a man who’s like a giant puppy, is threatening to kill you.

Your mouth grows dry as you ponder on what to say, eyes wide as your hand grips the phone to your ear tightly.

“I-I’m sorry…” You stammer, somehow terrified despite knowing exactly who was on the other end of the line.

“Aww, it’s okay, sweetheart…” you can hear the slight apologetic tone through Leon’s voice changer, and it makes your heart flutter ever so slightly. Even so, he continues this cruel act of his. “I’ll spare you—for now, at least. How about you tell me a little about yourself, hm?” His honeyed voice made your thighs clench together.

“W-what do you… want to know…?” You swallow dryly, tongue pushing out to lick your chapped lips. You hear Leon hum in thought, and you can’t help but imagine him tapping his index finger against his chin.

“Mmm… you gotta boyfriend?” He coos.

“Y-yeah. He’s uhm… very sweet,” you respond shakily, breath hitching in your throat. “I-I’m waiting for him to come home n-n-now, actually!” you hear Leon chuckle at this.

“Really now? Is he making you wait long?” you notice a bit of background noise come through as he speaks, like foliage rustling in the wind. You make a noise signifying your agreement.

“A little, yeah… he works a lot, but I try not to make a big deal out of it,” you clear your throat.

“He leaves a pretty thing like you alone? How cruel,” the “stranger” notes, a teasing tone dripping from his tongue. “A girl with a body like that, I’d do anything in my power to be with you all the time, sweetheart,” your heart beats against your ribcage as you try to figure out what to say.

“How do you know what I look like?!” you sputter out, hoping he can’t somehow hear your blush through the phone. Leon lets out a soft snicker.

“You tend to leave your curtains drawn, bug,” you nearly laugh at his small slip-up, and you’re sure that he realized it too. Even then, you fake your distress, jumping out of your bed in a flurry to stumble into the living room of your quaint apartment. It was true—your curtains were pulled back to let in the golden light of the setting sun, blinds drawn up completely. You fumble with the strings and fabric, nearly falling as you shoo away the natural light from your home.

“You creep! I’ll call the cops-“

“And what? You think they’ll find me?”

“Th-they’ll keep watch of my neighbourhood, an-and-“

“Well, let’s hope they can keep watch of your actual apartment, cuz I’m already here, sweetheart,” Leon’s smirk is evident in his voice, and before you can say anything in rebuttal, you hear a door slide open with a heavy thud coming from your room. Your heart skips a beat as you stumble backwards slightly, nearly dropping your phone in the process.

“Th-this isn’t fucking funny!” You yelp, oddly afraid.

“‘Not funny’? Baby, I never said this was a comedy show,” he chuckles. “You gunna call the cops now? They won’t get here on time, and you know that,” you supposed he could hear you fumbling with your phone, getting ready to dial the police department. Shakily, you begin to bound towards your bedroom, pushing the door open with your hip seeing as it was slightly open. The door to the balcony was wide open, the breeze that dried your hung clothes blowing in gently and causing your curtains to billow in the wind. Apart from the soft drawl of the summer currents, the room was deathly silently. You stood in front of your bed, legs threatening to give out beneath you as your eyes scanned every corner of your room.

“I-I’m not afraid of you!” you call out, phone about to break under the force of your grip.

“Not afraid, huh? We’ll see about that,” the line cuts, and you realize the call has ended. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and yet you’re completely unaware of the presence behind you. Suddenly, a hand presses against your mouth to muffle you as the other wraps under your arm to detain you, a sharp edge pressing into your throat which bobbed in discomfort. Your yelp is bitten back as you teeth at the leather against your lips, trying to bite the hand that kept your pressed against the strangers body. Your eyes as wide as dimes, you decide not to struggle against your attacker, fearing that the blade will slit your throat as he has promised only a few minutes ago.

“You seem pretty scared now, bunny,” he whispers, a shiver running down your spine as a result. His voice is muffled by something, and you realize he’s wearing a flimsy white mask of the iconic Ghostface. “You should be more aware of your surroundings, baby. Otherwise, you’ll find big scary men like me sneakin’ around,” the man digs the blade a little deeper, and you’re thankful that the knife is a bit dull—had it been a sharper blade, you would be bleeding by now.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart… calm down for me. I don’t wanna- ruin this pretty little body of yours,” you can tell he nearly breaks character, his softer side trying to fight for control, but he continues his aggressive front. Your body is practically pudding in his muscular arms, knees nearly giving out beneath you. Your cries are stifled by his gloved fingers as he begins to drag the Buck 120 knife down the length of your neck and against your collarbones. Your attacker pays no mind to the weak punches you throw against his side, barely faltering at the contact and simply holds you tighter against his toned chest.

“So fuckin’ pretty, bunny,” he whispers, admiring the glint of his weapon against your skin. “All for me, too~ You know how crazy it drives me seeing you change in front of that damn balcony door? Sometimes I think you’re begging for me to see this slutty body all the time,” the vulgar languages catches you by surprise, but it quickly leaves when you feel the knife catch between a button of your Leon’s shirt. It tugs upward and snags the thread, popping open the shirt one button at a time, exposing your breasts and baby blue panties to him. He lets out a low laugh, vibrating from his chest.

“My favourite colour, too? Baby, were you expecting me?” His hand drops from your mouth, allowing you to breathe evenly. His free hand immediately finds your breast and gives it a tight squeeze, pinching the perky little bud harshly. “Of course whores like you would welcome a guy like me, hm? You like this, sweetheart?”

“Y-you’re sick…!” you cry, moaning slightly at the pain he inflicted onto your sensitive chest. You feel the blunt end of the knife’s handle push just above your v-line, harsh and brutal as it digs into your body.

“Don’t fuckin’ act innocent with me,” the masked man hisses. “I know exactly what girls like you want—you put up this sweet act around your friends at school so they don’t know you like getting fucked like a toy.”

“Th-that isn’t tru-“ before you finish your sentence, he slams your body into the bed, front pressed into the plush duvet. He leaves his knife laying next to you, taking one hand to keep both of yours behind your back while his other reaches down to paw at the gusset of your underwear.

“‘Not true’? Then explain why it’s practically dripping down here,” the slick gathers on the black leather of his gloves, and you whine as his fingers press against your clothed slit. “Admit it—tell me you love to be used like a little fleshlight,” his voice is rough beneath his mask, and you try to look at him over your shoulder as you struggle against his tight grip. You take note of his outfit consisting of black cargos, an ebony, long-sleeved compression shirt, his leather gloves, and the mask. Its inky black eyes stared back at you as you wiggled beneath him.

“I-I’m not…! I don’t like being-“ you gasp when you feel a sudden intrusion, rendering you speechless. Slick, leathered fingers force their way between your folds and into your hole, scissoring slightly in attempt to stretch you open. He hisses at the feeling of your walls squeezing against his middle and ring finger.

“Christ—Bunny, does your boyfriend not fuck you hard enough? I swear-“ his breathing grows heavy as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your cunt. “You’re tighter than a virgin-“ your thighs clench against his hand as you babble for him to stop.

“P-please… st-stop touching mme,” you hiccup, trying your best to hate the fluttering feeling he was giving you. The man’s fingers curl against your inner walls, pressing deeper and harder into your most pleasurable spots.

“Aww, you want me to stop? But why? You look like you’re having so much fun, baby~” His grip around your wrists grow tighter as he begins to thrust his fingers a little faster. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you moan at the pleasure. The knot in your stomach begins to tighten you grow closer to your release, the wet sound of your arousal echoing through your room. Just as you feel as though you’ll explode, the man pulls his fingers out completely, leaving you breathless.

“N-no, please!” you cry, squirming beneath him. He makes no sound, instead releasing your arms and flipping you to lay on your back. You watch him get on his knees before grabbing the discarded blade next to you, making quick work of your delicate pair of lace panties. The fabrics tears as he pulls the knife through it, throwing the bits of it to the floor as well as his blade before pulling up his mask. It drops to the ground, too, laying next to the tattered blue fabric before he looks up at you between your legs. Your boyfriend’s attacker’s hands grip the fat of your thighs tight as he gives you a coy smirk.

“What was that, bunny? ‘Yes, please’? Well, don’t mind if I do,” Leon licks his slightly chapped lips before dipping his head down, blonde hair shielding his eyes as his tongue presses against your sensitive clit. Your fingers tangle into his thin tresses of hair, eyes rolling back as you feel his tongue bully itself into your pussy. Leon grunts when your thighs squeeze his head, only urging him to tongue-fuck you deeper.

“St-stop it-“

“You keep telling me to stop, yet you keep pressing your pussy into my mouth like you’re forcing me to eat it,” he says, mumbling onto your cunt casually. “I should punish you for lying to me, but I’m feeling generous tonight. Just take this like a good little bitch and we won’t have any problems.”

Leon continues his work on you, his skilled tongue having its way inside of your tight little hole as his thumb presses against your clit. You beg for him to stop, trying to push his head out from between your thighs, but he makes no effort of moving, continuing his assault on your poor pussy. He devoured you like it was his first meal in weeks, drinking up every drop of your slick like he wouldn’t eat ever again. You grew embarrassed at the sound of your moans mixing with the wet squelches of your juices. Leon could only laugh as he takes quick peeks at your dazed expression, lapping up at the arousal that practically leaked out of your body. Before you could cum, he pulls back, forcing himself out from between your thighs.

“How ‘bout we get to the good part,” the blonde smirks, picking up his Buck 120 before standing at his full height. You watch him unbuckle his belt, the gentle clanging of metal reaching your ears as he then reaches to unzip his cargo pants. Your body stiffens as you take in the sight of his bulge, threatening to burst from the confines of his black cotton briefs.

“N-no way—you c-cant-!”

“Can’t what? I can’t fuck you?” his brow quirks up.

“M-my boyfriend’ll-“ He rolls his blue eyes, annoyed at the mentioning of himself your partner.

“Fine, we’ll play it your way, bunny,” he shakes his head, picking up one of your legs with his free hand. “Don’t squirm, got it? You may be acting like a bitch right now, but I really don’t wanna nick you, sweetheart,” he grunts, setting your knee over his shoulder. You lay there, wondering what he’s planning, and your eyes widen when you see him hold the knife by its blade, the shiny silver in the palm of his gloved hand as he positions the hilt just before the entrance of your cunt.

“W-wait- don’t-“ Leon pays no mind to your pleas, pressing the blunt handle into your pussy. You clench and cry out, the cold material surprising you as well as the sudden stretch. He clicks his tongue is disproval as you whimper beneath him, thrusting the handle in and out of you.

“You’re so fuckin’ worried about your boyfriend, sweetheart. Why can’t you just admit he can’t fuck you right?” Leon fakes his concern. “You know you love this—You just don’t wanna admit that your stalker’s foreplay is better than your own boyfriend’s dick.”

“S-s’not true! Nngh, it’s nn-not truue~!” you claw at the hand that was squeezing your thigh, silently begging for Leon to stop. Even then, your body betrayed you. Your cunt spasmed around the smooth handle, giving Leon a bit of a struggle as he continued to thrust the weapon in and out of you.

“What a fuckin’ slut…” he smirks. “You keep saying you don’t want this, but your pussy is so goddamn wet,” he pulls the handle out of you, and you cry, babbling for him to put it back in. He only chuckles lowly before taking his cock out of the confines of his underwear. It springs out at a nice six inches, thick and cut with a vein trailing up the side. The Buck 120 is left to be forgotten once more.

“You’re taking this—whether you like it or not,” Leon takes your other leg and throws it over his free shoulder before dragging the head of his cock against your wet slit. Your hands pathetically reach for him.

“P-please…” you hiccup. Leon hums, a teasing expression painting his face.

“What’s that, bunny? Oh, you wanna be fucked like a bitch in heat? Well, if you insist…” with a sudden force, he shoves himself into you with one smooth thrust, splitting you open with ease. You cry out, the back of your head craning into the mattress as you begged for your stalker to pull out.

“O-out~! P-please, nno more~!” you sob, tears flowing from your eyes as he pulls out enough to just leave the tip in. With a grunt, his hips slam back into yours, the full length of him back inside of your tight cunt. Leon lets out a slight moan as he begins to jackhammer himself into you, seemingly not having a care in the world for your comfort as he grips onto your hips and folds you in half onto the bed.

“So tight, baby- fuck! This pussy was made for me,” Leon’s eyes squeeze shut as he fucks into you, relishing in the feeling of your cunt squeezing around his thick cock. “You love this, I fuckin’ know you do. You love being my free-use slut, bunny—tell me you love it when I fuck you like my personal- toy!” he chokes on his words, clearly lost in the pleasure.

“L-love it so much~! M-mmore, more pl-plleaase~” you babble, fingers threading into the man’s hair. Your noses graze each as he bucks up further into you.

“Drives me fuckin’ crazy watching you from your damn balcony, sweetheart,” Leon pants, beginning to break his persona. “Watching you hump your pillows, moaning my name—I couldn’t keep waiting. I was pl-planning- f-fuck, you’re so tight, baby-! Trying to…! To creep on you for a week, b-but you’re just so gorgeous…!” His hands grip harder on your hips, bruising them as he pounds his cock harder and harder into your abused cunt.

“You looked so desperate trying to fuck that stupid pillow of yours—I can’t tell you how much I wanted to just jump into your room and take you then and there, bunny,” his breath tickles against your lips as he speaks, and you can only moan and squirm in response, barely able to form words with how good he made you felt. Your fingers weakly tug at the base of his hair as his hips roll into you, and you swear you can feel the head of his cock trying to push past your poor cervix.

“L-Leon-!” You cry, your legs applying pressure to either side of his head as you feel the knot in the pit of your belly begin to unravel. Leon’s grip on your sides becomes rougher, bruises blossoming in deep purples and reds against your skinz

“Cum for me, bunny—please…!” your lover drops the harsh act, fully embracing his typical nature of sweet boyfriend despite his white-knuckled grip on you. A near-scream erupts from your throat as you finally release, your cunt spasming around Leon’s cock. With gritted teeth, he pulls out and releases onto your stomach, the sticky substance staining the wrinkled white button-up and the soft skin of your belly.

Heavy, hot pants filled the room as you and Leon took a moment to pull yourselves together, his lips pressing soft kisses onto your calves and ankle as he gently leaned back to remove you from your folded state.

“You alright, bug? I-“ he gulps, catching his breath. “I didn’t get too rough, did I?” the worry is apparent in Leon’s voice as his gentle blue orbs gaze into yours. You feel his hands gently caress the bruises he left on your skin.

“M’okay, Lee,” you assure him, chest heaving up and down. You watch his eyes trail down to admire the mess he made on your stomach.

“You look good like this,” the blonde comments, picking up a little glob of his seed between gloved fingers. “We should do this more often, bunny,” he teases, pulling away from you and allowing your legs to fall limp. You were about to protest until Leon moved to pick you up bridal style, carrying you towards the bathroom that was just outside in the hall.

“Let’s get cleaned up, though. I’ve got a feeling you’re ready for a good sleep and some cuddling, yeah?” Leon coos, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You can only hum in agreement, nuzzling your face into his neck as he carries you to the tub.

hi. lol. idk how i’m still alive. i’m being worked to the bone. i hope everyone is well.

[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin 8/?

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Damian knew Richard was following him, but he was too lost in thought to get angry about it. His older brother was going to do what he wanted, anyway.

They ended up downtown. Damian stopped in front of a store. Damian put his hands on the glass, looking at the Phantom memorabilia. A little Phantom plush caught his attention. The plush didn’t have feet; instead, it had a wispy tail. Its eyes were a Lazarus green, and it had snow-white hair. It was mocking him.

“Are you going to buy it?”

Damian didn’t get startled; it was beneath him, but his brother’s voice suddenly speaking to him almost surprised him. He scowled instead.

“I don’t need such a childish thing,” he answered.

“Hmm, well, I want that one,” Richard said while pointing to a stuffed figure of a posing Phantom. Both of its fists were in the air, and he had on a white cape.

Damian followed Richard into the store with crossed arms and a disapproving scowl. The inside of the store was full of Phantom and ghost merchandise. Damian passed a bunch of generic ghost plushies. They were all Lazarus green. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the fact that Amity Park was saturated with that color freaked him out a little

Next, he passed a section named ‘The Villains of Phantoms.’ He thought that was stupid. Why would anyone want to glorify the villains? Then he remembered Batburger and their Jokerized fries. He saw action figures and stuffed toys of a woman in a red and black suit with a grey and pink gun on a board. The Red Huntress, he presumed.

“Found anything you want, Little D?”

Richard was holding the same plushie he had pointed out earlier. Damian knew his older brother wouldn’t leave him alone until he got a toy, so he picked the one that had caught his attention earlier.

They went to pay. The cashier was a bored-looking goth teenager with more piercings than fucks to give, in Damian’s opinion. His name tag read Spike. He didn’t even greet them. Spike rang them up, put their toys in a bag haphazardly, and basically threw it at them.

Damian gritted his teeth so he wouldn’t yell at the insolent teenager.

Spike’s attitude didn’t seem to bother Richard.

“I’m hungry. Wanna go eat?”

Damian didn’t have a chance to answer. Richard got him by the arm and pulled him toward a fast-food joint named ‘Nasty Burger.’ Naming an eating establishment like that seemed like a bad business decision.

The chatter hit him the moment they entered. It was full of teenagers and smelt like grease and sweat. Richard happily approached the counter, and Damian followed his brother with a deep scowl. He just wanted to be left alone with thoughts, dammit, but it seemed his older brother wouldn’t allow him to think in peace.

The cashier was another teenager. She was dark-skinned with curly hair and teal-colored eyes. When she spotted Damian, she looked him up and down in surprise. A part of him felt like she was sizing him up. When her sight landed on his eyes, she got a bit tense.

“Welcome to Nasty Burger. May I take your order?”

Damian looked at the menu and was surprised to see vegetarian options.

“The veggie burger, meal, with a coke,” he said curtly. He might as well since Richard had dragged him here.

“Hello, sorry about my little brother,” Damian’s scowl deepened, “May I have a number one, large, and extra Nasty sauce, please, and thank you?”

“Sure, that’ll be $16.97.”

“Valerie, the sauce is overheating again; I forgot how to cool it down,” a voice cracked from the back.

Valerie scowled and muttered under her breath about incompetence.

“Give me a sec, I’m with customers,” she yelled back, “I’m sorry about that. Here’s your change. We’ll call your number when it’s done.”

Damian followed Richard a bit farther away. Damian was rarely distracted but still thinking about Danyal, so he didn’t notice the big, blond buffoon when they crashed.

“Watch where you’re going, Fenturd!”

The blond threw a punch. Damian got the other boy’s fist, and judo-flipped him over his shoulder. He landed on his back with a thud. The place got quiet.

“Holy shit, did Fenton just beat Dash?”

“No, way, puny freaky Fenton stood up for himself.”

Damian scowled. It seemed the imbecile liked picking on Danyal, and Danyal let him. What was his brother thinking?

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. My brother Damian is a bit panicky and tends to fall heavily on the ‘fight’ side of ‘fight or flight.’ Are you okay,” Richard came to do damage control while helping the other boy, Dash, up. He still seemed a bit dazed.

“Who’s Damian?”

“I am, you imbecile.”

The boy squinted at Damian before his eyes widened, “You’re not Fenturd.”

“Give the man a prize. He can see.”

Dash went up to Damian’s face.

“Listen here, you little turd—”

Damian didn’t feel like listening to the other boy, so he kicked him.

“Damian, stop that!”

Richard pulled Damian to the corner of the diner and sat by Damian so he wouldn’t leave.

“Why’d you stop me? It’s obvious he picks on Danyal!”

“We don’t go after civilians, Dami.”

“Tt.”

“Number 19,” the cashier, Valerie, yelled out.

“Behave,” Richard said while giving him a stern look.

The door to the diner opened, and Damian automatically looked up. His breath caught in his throat. It was Danyal.

He was with a goth girl and a dark-skinned boy wearing a red beret. Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. His brother was smiling and laughing. Richard came back with their food.

“That’s him,” he asked.

Damian could only nod while observing his twin.

Danyal had deep bags around his eyes. He was scrawnier than Damian, and he walked with a hunch. Almost as if he wanted to disappear. Looking back on his memories, Danyal always walked like that. It made sense, he supposed. Why would he want to draw attention to himself if it had always been negative?

“He looks like a mini-Bruce.”

The girl said something, and Danyal’s smile grew bigger. There were crinkles around his eyes.

They went to the counter, and Valerie told them something before pointing toward their table. Danyal looked up and saw both of them sitting. Damn, now what?

____

Bruce was going to be sick.

Reading the Anti-Ecto Act laws pissed him off. How had he and the Justice League not noticed government-sanctioned genocide? Worse, they were targeting his son.

“Tim, find any information you can and put it in a file. I’m going to contact the Justice League. We have to fix this.”

He took out his phone and dialed a number he hated having to call.

“What do you want, Batsy? I’m busy here.”

“Constantine, I need your help.”

@itsberrydreemurstuff @youracearocroatneighbour @imsotiredfanficlovertm @nek0mancer

[neon-junkie]

What your favourite Bad Batcher says about you!

Not to be taken seriously, just a few traits I’ve picked up in people, based on who their favourite Bad Batcher is. Gender-neutral!

Hunter - You are a fan of one of these things, if not both: rough and rugged men who come across as dominant, but are actually submissive, OR sad little wet dogs. You know those 'sponsor an animal today!' adverts, and they show you all the animals with their sad lil' eyes gawking at the camera? Yeah, that's Hunter. You probably have a comfort item of some kind - a teddy, blankey, pillow, etc - and heaven forbid you ever wash that thing. They're fragile, okay?! Holding hands is one of your favourite forms of affection, along with head massages, and words of affirmation. You big, sappy baby.

Tech - Nerrrrd. No seriously, you've got to be a geek of some sort. That, or you're the total opposite to him. A goth, perhaps? Maybe you like Tech because he reminds you of your dorky high school days when you were bullied for your basic interests. On a brighter note, Tech fans are always sweet and kind, straightforward, possibly a little... autistic. You probably own a fidget item of some kind, and you love 'floor time.' Oh, and one of your favourite things on a man are their thighs - perfect cushions!

Wrecker - You're 100% an angel, alright?! I've never met a Wrecker fan who isn't the sweetest soul to ever grace this earth. You're probably not into the gym - if anything, you prefer food, and you're more than happy with your size and figure. You always have that one jacket that you wear, despite having a wardrobe full of others. Bright colours are your favourite because they're positive, and who doesn't want to be surrounded by bright and happy colours? You probably also own that Lula plush too, or you've made your own. Crafty lil' nerd.

Echo - Either you drink wine, or gin. Or you don't drink at all. There's no middle ground here. You definitely sleep in a bed full of blankets and pillows, only to push them off during the night because you're too damn hot! Cuddles are a very comforting thing to you, and one of your favourite forms of love language. You're either incredible at maths, or shit. Overall, you're soft and tender, but damn, you can bark when you really want to, and Maker forbid that anybody ever feels your bite!!

Crosshair - Okay, but... you don't have daddy issues, that's the thing. Everybody assumes that because you're a little edgy, when in reality, your trauma stimulates from elsewhere. Childhood bullying, perhaps? You know how everybody is either a black cat, or a golden retriever? Yeah, you're a black cat, but that doesn't mean you prefer solitude. You don't let just anyone into your circle - trust is a big thing, and it takes a long time to build up with you. However, when someone gets through, they find out that you're just a big sappy baby. A big sappy baby who prefers to be the little spoon.

[leavingautumn13]

mini sewing and diy tutorial post

these are tutorials that have personally helped me make stuff along with a little commentary of my own, just for reference. feel free to add on!

no fancy tools are necessary to get started sewing--i personally use fabric scissors and a seam ripper a lot, though if you're working on something small (plushes, patches, etc) a tiny swiss army knife does the job just as well in my experience.

basic hand stitches and techniques

you can also use the tie off stitch to start your stitches if you are worried your knot will pull through the fabric. i've never used thread gloss before and sew just fine without it. (it does sound nice, though.)

understanding sewing patterns

personally, i've flipped a flatscreen tv or computer monitor on its side, pulled up the pattern, and gently traced onto tracing paper to change the size of a pattern--which is how that kyogre plush is so big. this is definitely, like, the "feral gremlin" technique, though. in my defense, printing is expensive.

alt, punk, and goth diy fashion tips

thrifting stuff and altering it to better suit your tastes is in my experience cheaper than buying new clothes or making your own clothes from scratch. (fabric is also expensive.) some craft stores will have a fabric scrap section where you can buy small pieces, typically a yard or shorter, which is great for details, patches, etc.

saving buttons, zippers, elastic waistbands, etc from old clothes that are worn out is a good way to build up a stock of supplies you don't have to pay for. like, i had some worn out jeggings that i cut the waistband out of and am turning them to miniskirts.

searching "thrift flip" tutorials on youtube is a great way to look for ideas, and remember you don't need a sewing machine to get started! a ruler or washable marker to mark stitches is helpful if you're struggling to keep them the same size.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

ANGÉLIQUE

Nabrielise, 1668 words, Polyamory, Implied/Referenced Childhood Sexual Abuse, Gabriel Boutin has PTSD, Flashbacks, Gabriel Boutin Needs A Hug, Gabriel is In Love, Kissing It Better, Post-Season/Series 01, Getting Together, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-slash, References to Drugs, POV Gabriel.

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Cyan fingers play ghostly along bright, beautifully brown collarbone mountains.

Un amour entaché.

Tainted Love, indeed.

Gabriel's face remains a book of blank pages, his default setting—a trillion miles away from the bloody battles that are raging constantly between his mind and his heart.

He's always been one to play defence. Especially with himself.

Only nineteen and already a ghost.

…well, almost.

Darkwave trance music pumps softly from somebody's bluetooth speaker—much softer than the current thump of Gabriel's industrial techno heartbeat. Nathan, the reason, now pushes upwards from where long forearms support his longer body, those big plush lips halting a mere millimetre away from Gabriel's. Gabriel stills his touch, forever-bleu fingertips buried in a perfect clavicle valley. He watches the boy's pulse ticking away under that smooth brown skin for a moment longer before allowing their eyes to meet—and do so much more than just shake hands.

Stay.

"What's this song called? Do you know it?" Nathan's mouth moves against Gabriel's as he speaks, then he's nodding his head in question towards the sounds of pulsating synth beats and low-sung neo-goth French words unknown to him.

Stay with me.

Gabriel swallows his urgency if not his want and licks his—and consequently Nathan's—lips, before taking a breath and answering, "Angélique," on the exhale.

Nathan peers out from underneath feathery raven lashes.

Stay, always.

Gabriel has become a walking/talking contradiction of himself.

Nathan's eyes flicker shut for a couple of his own now-also-racing heartbeats. Gabriel usually manages to tune out the sounds of others' life-force, or at least turn down the volume—never Nathan's though.

Or Annalise's, come to think of it.

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(read under the cut OR READ IT HERE ON AO3)

That thought digs beneath Gabriel's skin and makes a nest there, staining him just like his bloodborne alchemy. Marking him up. Tattooing him.

~Nathan&Annalise~

Nathan gently brushes just the very tip of his nose alongside the length of Gabriel's. Up and down, up and down. "So, does that mean, like…" and he mirrors now, licking his and Gabriel's lips, "...Angelic, or some shit?"

Or some shit. 

Gabriel pants out three, barely there Yeses. One for each of them.

Gabriel, Nathan, Annalise. 

Nathan smiles. "Like you. You're my guardian angel," he insists. "Mine and Annalise's." 

Fallen angel, more like. 

Stupidly, Gabriel lets himself be just that entirely fucking perfect for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Blinks and believes.

My darling angel, Gabriel.

Gabriel grits his teeth at the sudden mental intrusion. She can just fuck right off and out of his head, merci beaucoup. 

He then swallows thickly again. "No, Nathan." And he's so desperate to Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!  

He won't be the one to instigate though. Can't ever do that. Can't ever be that.

"You mustn't—don't think of me that way, mon cher. I'm not so… good."

Nathan fusses his gaze over every single one of Gabriel's features, with no rush to the action. Searches for a lie. He doesn't find one. He doesn't relent either, though, and now gifts Gabriel with, "You won't convince me you're anything other than a decent bloke, you know."

"Decent?" Gabriel scoffs, deflecting by looking down at his state of undress, "Dans mes sous-vêtements." Nathan's face scrunches up adorably. Gabriel sighs affectionately and smiles wryly. "I am wearing only my knickers." A nod to Annalise. 

Nathan smiles some more, his face splitting with the size and force of it and Gabriel thinks he'd kill for this boy. Then Nathan tuts, just as affectionate. "You know what I mean, Gabs."

Gabriel inwardly preens at the moniker. Plenty have used the nickname before, but never has it ever sounded the way it does tripping off of Nathan Byrn's lips. Makes Gabriel think he's the one tripping, every time he hears it.

You're smitten. 

Gabriel tries to ignore the oh-so familiar shrill-pitched voice in his mind as Nathan tilts his gorgeous head. "I don't care what you say, anyway. You're an angel if I say you are. With your pretty eyes and your crazy white hair."

White hair. 

Gabriel blinks, too much.

You must tell me… 

His mask falters. It's only a split-second—too quick for most people to notice. Unfortunately in this instance though, Nathan is not most people.

"Hey, hey, what is it? What did I say?" Nathan's eyes are blown wide and his hands instantly attach themselves to Gabriel's biceps like they've found their way home; an anchor to Gabriel's wayward ship, mooring him from the coming high-tide.

"I don't—it's nothing.“

But Nathan never knows when to leave well alone. "Bollocks, it's nothing. Where did you just go off to?" 

…Is it love?

"I…"

No, no, no. 

Her. 

"Nathan, I—"

M E R C U R Y

And Gabriel is gone, fucked up, spiralling dangerously in a way he's managed to avoid for the longest time. 

Bony fingers—too big, too knowing—sliding up the warmth of his inside thighs, to get inside of him, to tug on his will, his shame, his goodness, latching onto his very sense of self.

She'd whisper, so loudly, "Let me in, my dove. Let me in and I will give you the whole world, my sweet, sweet boy. All you could ever want and need or know or be. All for you. All for me." 

He never knew why she bothered to ask.

And he fought, tooth and nail, that dove. Every time. He pushed and kicked and scratched and flapped his little wings. Didn't matter though. None of it did. She could take whatever she wanted. All of it. All of him. Always. And she did. She took everything from that frightened little bird, that little boy, until he had no fight left in him. Would just lay back and let it happen. The Witch Mercury: his teacher; his pseudo-mother; his lover. She took away his blonde curls and his deserved innocence and left him as bitter and cold as the driven snow.

Forever Winter. 

"Gabriel?"

You. Are. Mine.

…almost. 

Gabriel notes vaguely that Nathan's hands are no longer gripping the tops of his arms but have found their way to holding his face—no longer a mask or even a face, really, but something else. His features, ruptured now, Gabriel is a great big hole ripped right open. A gaping rift with all of his pain and guilt and humiliation spilling right out, gushing, brimming, overflowing and threatening to drown him.

He can't breathe.

"Gabriel, tell me what's happening!" 

Thumbs are swiping furiously at the thawing ice that's melting from the corners of Gabriel's sad eyes.

He's crying. Having a panic attack. 

Nathan is panic-stricken, too. 

Nathan. 

Nathan!

Not an anchor, but a lifeline. 

"Kiss me." Gabriel—even with no breath in his lungs—almost shouts it, fists now balling up and white-knuckled in Nathan's shirt. 

Nathan finches like he wasn't actually expecting a response. "What? No! Tell me what's wrong!" 

"Nathan, please. Please!" and now he is shouting. 

Maybe it's the begging itself or maybe it's just the way Gabriel's voice has a hundred hairline cracks in it, like more thawing ice, but Nathan, he seems to hear it. Somehow through the haze of Gabriel's hysteria and self-hatred Nathan hears exactly what this broken boy needs.

The role-reversal. The control.

Gabriel needs to be needed. To be something good. 

Angèlique. 

"Kiss me."

So The Bastard Son kisses the Ruined Alchemist in a way neither have ever kissed another, and it's its own magic spell. A counterspell; one to break Mercury's wrong-doing. A conjuring to set Gabriel free and he's there, he's so there, all in, in deep, deeply in love, and the Devil himself couldn't stop this now— 

But Annalise can.

They're all but devouring each other when she walks into the room and stops dead, mouth open in a quiet gasp. So, so, quiet. But Gabriel, he hears it. And it's deafening.

Gabriel is every single Evil he's been trying to run from his entire fucking life. If he's ruined this… If he… it's not even as if he and Nathan have been trying to hide this, the thing that has gripped them both, this thing that's binding them, it's just… 

It's just—

"Annalise, we—" Nathan begins, but Annalise ends it in one word. 

"Us." She corrects. 

And that word. That one, small word is unbelievably—incredibly, amazingly—all it takes. 

Then they are magnets, he and Nathan, their combined energies pulling Annalise into them. Or she is the magnet. Or they all are? It's not important, Gabriel realises, because there's only one thing that matters now. 

Us. 

Annalise O'Brien and Nathan Byrn—Gabriel's family—are here, bracing him and embracing him with all of themselves. With all of their selfless love.

Annalise, with her boldness and insecurities and raw beauty and stubbornness and fierce grace, climbs up onto the bed and takes residence, curling into Gabriel's other side. A mirror to Nathan. 

And they're healing him.  

Nathan takes one of Anna's hands and links their fingers, squeezing. So sure. Smiling. Alive. 

Annalise smiles back and leans forwards to kiss him, also sure. All warmth and sugar and spice. 

Jesus, they are everything.

Us. 

Then they're both laying Gabriel down with their hands and eyes, loving him better. Better than he is, better than he deserves.

Nathan can surely read minds. "Stop thinking you don't deserve this," he says and smiles, le soleil du matin—the morning sun.

Us.  

Annalise, la lune dans le ciel nocturne—the moon in the night sky, hums, "Silly goose," at Gabriel, then she and Nathan are kissing each other again.

Then they're kissing Gabriel, on his arms and his chest and his neck and his chin and his cheeks and his mouth and Gabriel can finally breathe. 

"Us," he agrees, his tears drying up. 

And laying in a bed in a hostel somewhere in Berlin with a boy and a girl who both love him, Gabriel Boutin—guardian angel, Angélique or not—is saved.

(a nabrielise WIP—pls let me know in the comments if you'd like adding to the finished work's taglist!)

[bunbunpawz]

Jfashion SheIn ripoffs

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[pixeldemonia]

what does/did kuromi's dorm look like? i'm curious, and i have been looking everywhere for a large baphomet plush ever since i saw your post about it but couldn't find one that size QnQ

Thank you for giving me the perfect excuse to redesign it

Kinda like "Goth meets 2010 tumblr plant mom" (her balcony is full of different plants and also has a rocking chair)

i didn't manage to put it in the illustration but next to the shelf there is a shoe cabinet, there's also a cat tree and Corel's bed 🐈‍⬛🖤

Katsuki teases her about the polaroids, but he loves to imagine that when she goes to sleep the last thing she sees are photos of the two of them ✨

About the plushie, the only place where I've seen one that size is on a Mexican page, sadly I don't think they do international shippings, i think the easiest way to get one is diy it or have it custom made :c

[starzyhoes]

(UPDATED!!! - on the bottom ofc)

a list of things in my room that make me 'weird af' (I don't use the term "mentally ill" anymore because I find it gross to describe myself as that. EVEN if I do have anxiety and depression and a chance of being autistic.) and are red flags:

•FNAF Poster

•MCR Flag: “Teenagers scare the living shit out of me”

•Ticci Toby Plush

•a whole ass life size ghost face figure

•A whole stack of barbie and tinkerbell movie discs

•Sally Face pops

•3 pairs of converse (one covered in fake blood)

•A season 1 2k12 tmnt set

•Ninjago Lego figure sets around my room

•Ghost Face mask on my wall

•Old tmnt 2k12 lip balm set from 2015

•Minecraft Story Mode Season 1 disc and Season 2 on my shelf for all people to see 😊

•6 Inch Platform boots from Demonia

•Jennifer’s Body Poster

•The Craft Poster

•Mini Fridge (ikik I’m so cool 🤓)

•Ps5 and Xbox 1 as well as my own TV (excluding my Nintendo switch and 3DS)

•Gamer Chair

•80 Monster Cans on my bottom shelf

•A used tobacco box that is being used as a monster and red bull tab supply

-hello kitty cd player from 2005

-whole collection of nu metal and emo cd's (ill name them later)

-the hoodie that simon henriksson wears in cry of fear (friend bought it for me <3)

-old monster energy hoodie from god knows when (2002-2008 most likely)

-random vhs tape that I found on the side of the road one day

-monster high dolls

-over 30 barbie movie disks

-random lighters

-south park goth kid plushes (all of the children which are mine now)

-shirt that I bought from 2008-2011 (its a bullet for my valentine shirt so be jealous)

im done :)

[bluebrainrot]

Another W.I.P h u z z a h

It's a 2012 TMNT Fic I titled "Gay Goths night"

The shredder was dead. It had been two years since The Turtles had defeated him, the lair that had been the center of operation for the shredder was karai's now.

It was her home now, the place she could start to restore honor to the foot clan and quash the straggling remnants of shredder's evil.

Karai had been waiting, perched on the stone throne, staring ahead. Shinigami was beside her, lazily fiddling with her weapons.

They're here.

A shadow shifted near the window and dropped down in front of them, white eyes glaring at them.

Shinigami started to giggle. "He is just like you, Karai. Always a dramatic entrance."

The shadow stood up and began to rub his neck, "The door was locked."

Karai barked a laugh, "No, It isn't, Leo. Admit it; you enjoy being dramatic."

He scoffed, Karai stood up from her throne and walked towards Leo, Shinigami close behind.

"Maybe I do, just a little bit." He admitted, Karai grinned at her younger brother.

"See? Not so hard. Now let's go. you're late." She slung her arm around Leo to drag him to one of the antechambers of the lair. Shinigami grinned at the sibling interaction and followed close behind.

It was their off-night. It was going to be just the three of them, to talk and bitch about whatever they wanted to their hearts' content.

Both Karai and Shinigami were well aware it was a needed outlet for Leo, considering he was splinter's son and would rather wither up and die than confess his emotions to his brothers.

One of the antechambers had been refashioned into the dubbed "Gay Goths room" by Shinigami.

The floor had a dark red carpet, There was a king-sized bed against the wall close to the middle of the room with a black fuzzy blanket, and a couple of plush pillows strewn on it.

A small dresser was placed near the bed, it held a couple of pictures of the trio and a pitcher of water accompanied by three colored glasses. Red and black for Karai, black and purple for Shinigami, and dark blue for Leo.

A desk was placed near the corner of the room, filled with little scented candles and knick-knacks, mostly stress toys (which were purely kept there for Leo's sake).

There was a tv mounted on the wall in front of the bed for the nights they just wanted to watch movies instead.

A couple of beanbags were kept in a cupboard in the room, only to be taken when they wanted to use them.

The room was dimly lit but could be made brighter if wanted.

Shinigami dived head-first into the bed, before propping a couple of pillows against the frame of the bed and leaning against it.

Karai and Leo were in a light conversation about their week, as Karai sat next to Shinigami, then allowed to be hugged and little spooned by Shini.

"Ew," Leo chuckled, sitting on the bed and wrapping the fuzzy blanket around himself.

"Shut it, gay boy," Shini said before hugging Karai tighter, Karai smirked as Leo spluttered.

"I don't- I'm not-"

Poor boy. Still in denial, Karai and Shini thought simultaneously.

"Oh please," Karai started, raising an eyebrow. "You are, everyone here is."

"Changing the subject" Leo started, already flustered.

Oh no, he wasn't getting out of this one easily.

"What about your obsession with Captain Ryan?"

"It's because he's a good leader!" Leo tried defending, his voice high.

"Oh really? what about the Captain Ryan x M! reader Mikey found on your tphone?" Mikey had sent Karai screenshots that night that left both Shini and Karai wheezing.

"He went through my phone?!"

"More like you left your phone tabs open after you lent it to Mikey." Karai felt a bit of sympathy... For Mikey for having to witness firsthand the absolute nightmare of a fanfic.

Leo groaned and rubbed his eyes.

"Ooh, what about that rabbit samurai guy you talked about? The one with the pug kid?" Shini asked, eyes glittering with mischief.

Shit. Leo thought they would forget about that.

"I didn't know you were into DILFs?" Karai asked teasingly.

"I'm not! He's my age, he just happened to be taking care of a warrior pug child when we first met."

"You're not denying that you like him, though."

"... No," He paused. "I'm not."

"Hooray, you're gay and the last to know." Shini and karai snickered as Leo sighed.

[bluepoodle7]

#Pokemon #PokemonIdeaIHad #ClothesMannequinWhereTheClothesChangeTheType #MyOldIdea

I had a weird Pokémon idea for the longest time.

A art mannequin Pokémon where the clothes they wear changes their normal type to another.

It's a Normal/Ghost.

I'm surprised that when Pokémon went to Kalos they didn't make this a exclusive like a humanoid version Furfrou.

For a example this mannequin wears a goth outfit and becomes a full ghost type.

Or wears a pretty glittery clothes to be a fairy/ghost type.

But in each battle the clothes get wear and tear like battle damage then they fall off the mannequin to return as a normal/ghost type until this creature wears another article of clothing to change types again.

I would think these mannequins were from a long gone store that closed down and are just tiny ghost's left from the passion that was leftover from the store owner hopes with their dreams of reopening but never did.

I can see these wild broken mannequins walk past a store with clothes in it putting their hand on the glass longing to be in stores or even wear clothes again but after this creature leaves it seems to curse the store to close if a person sees that Pokémon window shop.

I'm surprised the Pokémon company hasn't made a dress up like game pokemon as a plush I know it would make money.

I would make this pokemon have all three gender types.

Like a male one, a female one, and a genderless one in the wild with differing body types.

The captured ones are used to show off the Pokémon clothes fashion on a runway or on a catwalk but doesn't replace human's fashion.

These Pokémon are great for contests and are often seen there before the fashion companies started using them.

If their clothes are fast fashion or bootleg then those clothes tend to rip in battle easily in real time then after battle the normal type will return next to the ghost type.

I would give this Pokémon the name Manneionista.

The abilities I would give them would be.

The main new ability would be Wardrobe Makeover which will raise the certain stats like if the mannequin was wearing sports wear their speed and evasiveness will be raised by 1 while also being a fighting/ghost type but when the clothes are gone they lose the buff.

Scrappy

Adaptability

The wild ones would have a starting different type but it's clothes are worn so the first attack maybe a different one from normal type strike pose move.

Maybe have these mannequins strike a pose to attack which starts normal then when the outfit matches like a construction worker outfit makes the striking pose move it would be ground type or if this mannequin wears a metal outfit the striking pose will become a steel type move.

The shiny ones are different colored mannequin pieces put together to make the body and any outfit this Pokémon wears becomes the negative color version of the original outfits this creature can wear but have exclusive gold/silver outfits.

Maybe give it a pre evolution named Mannykidz.

Which are like the kid sized mannequin's that you see in stores that when they evolve they become adult but have some that stay short due to some having restricted growth.

I slowly remembered Dynamite Headdy Wooden Dresser boss.

Dynamite Headdy boss: Wooden Dresser (youtube.com)

Image not mine but link is there.

Amazon.com: 8 Inch Artists Wooden Manikin Flexible Body Joints Human Figure Puppet Model Wood Male Mannequin Doll Ornament Stand for Home Office Desk Decoration Sketching Drawing Painting Supplies Gift

[more-than-a-princess]

SLEEP MEME

Type of bed: She's a future queen, but this princess sleeps in a king sized bed. At Novoselic Castle, it's a canopy bed that was moved into Sonia's wing after she turned thirteen. At Boudry House (her townhome that spans a square city block in the Novoselic capital, inherited when she turned eighteen), the canopy has been replaced with drawn curtains. Especially good for when she's combating jetlag, gets a rare nap, or just doesn't want to wake up with the sun.

At Hope's Peak, she has a king sized bed too. But with fewer frills than her beds at home (no dust ruffle, for example).

Number of blankets: At any given time, Sonia will at least have a top sheet, a comforter (plush and full in the spring and summer, down feather-stuffed in the fall and winter), and a folded blanket at the end of her bed. As needed, more blankets are added. She needs at minimum a top sheet and a comforter to sleep properly in a bed.

Number of pillows: Sonia has at least five pillows. There's the one beneath her head, the one propped against her headboard, the two on opposite sides of her head if she's laying in the center of her bed, and the one she's cuddling, or rather octopus-hugging. This one is either long and body pillow sized (but not printed. Not even with a cute goth on it) or regular-sized, but it is the most misshapen because Sonia sleeps on her side with her arms and legs wrapped around that pillow. Unless, of course, there is someone in bed with her whom she wants to cuddle and they don't mind not leaving the bed until she wakes up (and lets them get up).

Do not try to get up before Sonia is ready for you to get up. She will only cling tighter, even when asleep. You will be cuddled, resistance is futile.

Type of clothing: It depends on the time of year. Most of the time, Sonia is prone to choosing silk nightgowns and pajama sets with coordinating dressing gowns/robes. They feel wonderful against her skin and she feels beautiful in them! She also keeps her hair loosely braided back and tied with a silk ribbon before bed: it keeps her hair from tangling in her sleep, and pulls it away from her face when she's doing her nighttime skincare.

Because it's not cute when your hair is sticking to your serum, or your sheet mask, or your sleeping pack/cream.

For much warmer and colder weather, she has a few light and airy cotton and linen nightgowns, plaid flannel pajama sets, and a collection of horror, creepy, and anime (usually magical girl or horror) t-shirts, that she can pair with the flannel pajama pants.

On occasion, she borrows a button-down shirt or a t-shirt from her significant other, especially if they are taller and broader than she is. She always looks cute in them. Said SO may not get their shirt back, though.

Does it matter where they sleep?: For Sonia, it absolutely does. Having grown up relatively sheltered, traveling only with her family and staying in top-notch accommodations, sleeping in an unfamiliar bed takes some time to get used to. Sleeping in a hotel bed, for example, is often a gamble as to how comfortable or relaxed she will be to fall asleep (but if she's truly exhausted, she will collapse and reach for a pillow/something to cuddle no matter what). She is not one for sleeping on a sofa/chair.

That said, this woman's private plane and the royal train carriages both have queen sized beds on board for long days of travel.

What do they do if they cannot fall asleep?: This is the perfect opportunity for Sonia to engage in one or more of the following!

Finally delve into that book and/or manga she's been intending to read/continue but hasn't had time.

Go through decision paralysis as she tries to decide which horror movie to watch for the 10th (or more) time, or which unsolved murder case/mystery/cult documentary she wants to watch before posting conspiracy theories or 'did anyone notice this detail in this horror movie?' to Reddit at some ridiculous hour.

Overthink something she really shouldn't be overthinking about at that hour. Including but not limited to: that person cannot possibly have feelings for me if they knew what they were getting into by dating me, how in good conscience could I let them get involved with me knowing that they'd never know privacy or zero responsibilities ever again (much less having to deal with my family and all that comes with it), what if I fail my country and my family at being Queen (or just bring shame to one or both of them, also something that's panic-inducing for Sonia), what if I never make a meaningful contribution to the history of my country or at least leave it in a better place upon my death, and 'Oh no I cannot edit that post and I got the release year wrong for the fifth Friday the 13th film everyone will suspect I am not a true horror fan.'

Sleep and/or de-stress medications with a side of decaf tea.

If the above options either don't apply or aren't effective, drink alcohol. Excessively. Until passing out.

Sex and, ahem, personal stress relief also helps.

Frequent dreams, nightmares: In non-despair, Sonia's dreams are usually a mix of weird/silly thoughts often featuring memes/trends that are at least six months out of date (she'd dream about calling a situation 'poggers' in 2023, for example), unresolved or otherwise unsatisfied sexual and/or romantic tension, or envisioning a future where she has failed at being queen or otherwise disappointed and/or shamed Novoselic and her family in some way. She doesn't have terribly cheerful or otherwise inconsequential dreams, and to her dismay, she doesn't dream about ghosts, demons, serial killers, or other horror movie monsters. She wishes she did!

In post-despair, it is all angst, all the time: unless she has drank herself to a dreamless sleep or is on medication to help her sleep, Sonia will constantly replay events of The Tragedy and the Neo World Program in her head. Sleep is usually when she remembers all of the horrendous crimes she committed (that is, if the media hasn't replayed or reprinted footage from her actually doing them). She sometimes gets bits and pieces of her happier life at Hope's Peak before The Tragedy, but they are few and far between in comparison to the 'All Time Most Traumatizing Kills By Sonia Nevermind' playlist.

She has dreamt about her parents' deaths more times than she ever wants to admit.

Deep slumber or naps?: Both, depending on the day and situation. Some days (especially travel days), Sonia is able to get in a nap between on-board or on-train meetings, and at home, she can sometimes get a 30-60 minute nap added into her schedule. But as a student, Sonia rarely has times for naps unless it's a weekend day without royal responsibilities. So she sleeps pretty soundly when she can (though she stays up far too late, especially in her younger years, catching up on all the movies/TV/anime/manga she can).

When do they sleep? In theory, Sonia aims for between 1 and 2 AM. In practice, especially if she's in the middle of a good movie or book, this is pushed to far later despite her, on average, 7 AM wakeup time. It's easier to do when she's younger: undereye patches, concealer, and a strong cup of black tea works wonders. Post-university, she wonders how she ever adhered to that sort of schedule. But she makes time to stay up later every so often, especially when it's to connect with friends or significant others due to time constraints or different time zones.

What could wake them up?: Several alarms, sunlight right in her eyes, her personal secretary Cecily striding into her room with two maids to open up Sonia's drapes and deliver her pre-breakfast tea and biscuit tray alongside any relevant news, press coverage, or updates to her daily schedule that cannot wait until the breakfast table.

Sonia would prefer to wake up naturally, or by someone she loves. But it's usually with an alarm, important headlines, and/or butter biscuits dipped in hot tea.

Tagged by: Stolen from @electricea!

Tagging: @cantillat (Shirou), @quickdeaths (I'd probably suggest Shinobu here but if you want to choose someone else go for it!), @dcviated (Wylan and/or Eira, unless you are feeling up to filling this out for someone else), @hxpelessnurse, @scarlxtleaves (Lupin), @dxfiedfxte, @litoredeem, @tricksheart, @mechatiqe, @aceparagon, @orderbourne, and you! (I pretty much scrolled my last few weeks of posts/replies/comments and added everyone I could see who has replied to threads/commented/sent in asks. I hope that's ok with you!)

[distinguishedlady]

What if Gotham villians went to the Met Gala

but just my favorite Batman villians + Bruce

Bruce Wayne: Alfred chose his costume, you'd think he would be too formal and subdued, but nope, he fits to the theme perfectly.

Catwoman: Selina always sneaks out and steals something from the exposition. (he goes as Bruce's girlfriend, it's a secret identity, always a different one and that's the reason why Bruce being a playboy is so widely accepted by Gotham citizens even if he's very clearly an asocial autistic emo)

The Penguin - Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham) : - He as a good sugar daddy payed for Eddie's invitation

-it's his opportunity to show his favorite designer clothes and he absolutely adores to show off.

-He brought his mom with him too, he probably casually murders a celebrity for insinuating his moms dress is ugly

The Riddler - Edward Nygma (Gotham)

-THE MOST CAMP DRESS YOU CAN IMAGINE, IT'S FLAMBOYANT, IT'S UGLY, AND WE LOVE IT - sadly noone knows who he is so noone pays him the attention he deserves

-Everybody thinks he's not going with the theme but it's just that the concept behind it is so convoluted that only him could explain it, asking him is a horrible idea since he'll just endlessly ramble about the symbolism. Probably in riddles too.

The Riddler (The Batman 2022)

-One of his Patreons bought him the ticket

-He comes with one of those incredibly specific t-shirts like "nothing like being an autistic orphan born in 1997 that was left out by the social care system and has a thing for collecting vintage cards and maybe murdering the wealthy and a pshychosexual parasocial relationship with a weird goth man but also really likes pumpkin pie"

-He probably comes with his real life size waifu plush (Batman)

-He could have dressed properly if he had wanted to but he's too much of a racoon to do it.

The Mad Hatter - Jervis Tetch:

-It doesn't really fit with the theme but he has the coolest hat possible, honestly his costumes are actually kind of an eldritch nightmare, you don't know what is supposed to be or represent, they are very flamboyant though, high fashion style. (if it's the Gotham version he somehow looks hot af wearing it)

The Scarecrow - Jonathan Crane

I mean he tried i think, he put some effort :)

+5 points for being the scarecrow

His costumes are also an Eldritch nightmare but not in a camp way

[lalalovezfrenchfriez]

Flyin Frydays

authors note: this is a story that appeared in my brain and now u can read it! whoa! I will update this every Friday. pls be nice I haven't done this since my fanfic days- which this is not. this is a love story to myself, and to hopefully, everyone who needs that kick to go forward. love you guys!

"¡Oye!"

I turn from the window, and there is Laura, shaking her skirt in the mirror at me. I don't know why I was looking out the window. I think I saw a bird. Or something. Maybe. I can't remember.

"How does it look?"

I rub my eyes, standing up. I look at her, then the skirt. I don’t remember much about colors, and sizes from beaut school. She would look good in everything. But I turn my head to the side. “I…think it's too short."

Laura sighs desperately. "I need to choose something cute! This is my FIRST college party! I don't know how these work! You WORK in beauty! Help me be beautiful!" She throws the skirt down and slumps on her bed face down. Her weight causes a wave of stuffed animals to quake. A dog plush falls on her light brunet hair.

I lick my lips, nodding with her words as I pick up her puppy plush. I really wish I could just smoke in her room. It would just be so simple, she's on the top floor and I can just puff out the window. But that’s not the point, I convince myself, taking a big breath. "Can I look in your closet?"

She muffles a yes from the blankets. I turn the light on in the room, illuminating the tan dorm atmosphere and the bright pink hues of Laura’s side, and the goth black of her roommate’s. Her wardrobe is old, stained, and slightly moldy, but it doesn’t smell when I open the door and start to go through her pants. I forget how little she has, fashion wise. It’s nice though. Models brag to you too much about their sprees. My good friend Laura owns simple black cargo pants that are stained with chemicals, loose black sweatpants she works out in, two pairs of jeans, and several neutral colored skirts that are academic-looking.

Laura peers behind me as I shift to her tops. “Everything okay?” She whimpers.

“Uh huh.” I lie.

Something catches my eye. I ruffle inside the small bin, and I pull out a sky blue crop top. Bingo. “Pair these with any jeans you got and wear those Pumas. You'll get a man."

"The ones from Old Navy?" She inquires as she tosses the outfit from before, going to her pants and pulling out the standard black cargos from her chemistry labs.

I shake my head with a tiny smile, "Loca- nah those tight ones. Tight always gets the boys looking."

Laura repeats what I say under her breath as she gets out tight grey jeans, the top, and comfortable sneakers. I would suggest to her heels, but in junior high she broke her nose dancing with this boy. She swore for me to never tell.

How could I? We’ve known each other forever because of our parents. My father beat her father once in a game of lotería and now every time it’s my father’s birthday, they give us tamales equal in number to his age. Laura since then, was always determined to beat me. She has only beat me twice.

Because she’s smart. She was the only one out of the people I hang out with to get into UCLA. She always rose her hand first. She always had those skirts ready. She was the first person to suggest to my mother about coffee in the bakery- Máma won’t stop talking about how business boomed. Laura is the perfect image of the first generation, first born, virgin Catholic daughter. She speaks Spanish, English and her grandmother’s native Quechua near perfect.

Why she ever wants a man when she can simply get rich off alone is still beyond me.

"How do I look?" Laura turns. I smile as I look at her outfit, then at her eyes and smile. Her dimples are hiding beneath a prideful grin and she is trying to suppress her bright brown eyes that are filled with excitement.

"Perfect. Now!" I get up, looking at her from the mirror. "Makeup? Hair?"

"Both? Ugh." Laura grumbles as she sits at her desk, her large vanity in front of her. "Can we do it light? And have my hair down?"

"It'll look too simple,” I play with her curls. “How about a ponytail look?" I advise.

"Fine. Okay. Okay!" She looks in the mirror and takes a deep breath. "I'll like that." She looks at me in the mirror. Her dimples reveal. “Gracias, Río.”

My hands go faster than my brain. I move her hair oil and her makeup bag on the desk. My cheeks are hot. She’s the first person to call me that since… 

“Hey, how are you and Ms. French?” Laura asks with difficulty as I wipe a cleanser over her face. I can’t even attempt hide my frown.

I take her makeup case and look through, my face hidden behind the mirror. “We broke up.”

“What?!” Laura tries to hide the shock on her face. “But-but why?! How? What happened?”

She has the perfect light and bright makeup to pair with her outfit. It would formulate to the Perfect Party Look. But also I can’t think because Laura is asking questions that I can’t even answer.

May Thomas and I broke up less than two hours ago. To summarize the already summarized conversation, May told me she found someone else, that she couldn’t love me anymore. She left to go to her art show after kissing me. I smoked a cigarette and cried in my car until Laura asked me in tears for help for her party. We dated for a year. She was my first partner. I came out of the closet with her. May Thomas still is on my dashboard photos. Her ringtone is a beat we heard at Santa Monica on our first date. She told me we could move to Paris together. 

“I don’t know.” I push through, though my hands quake with rage. I hold the desk to not rip out her hair by accident. I look at Laura. Her big eyes plead with me. I smile at her. “But that doesn’t matter right now,” I tease her hair with my fingers which causes a small frizz. “I’m going to make you look like the Belle of the Ball and you’re going to get your Beast.”

Laura smiles, sadly for me, but my words fuel her. “You’re the best. Te amo.”

I repeat it to her, but Laura doesn’t hear.

[aesthetikins]

what to include in your request

your the alterhuman identity as well as the source they're from if they are fictional, no matter how well-known you think the source material is

colors, textures, and materials you really enjoy or would prefer to avoid

adjectives or themes like vintage, modern, pastel, goth, plush

preference for masculine, feminine, androgynous, neutral, or other gendered terms

fur, horn, skin, scale, etc colors are really helpful for otherkin and therian requests! they aren't required though :3

clothing size range, ring size, etc. "plus sized" works too. i'll try to find things with moderate to wide ranges in size if it's not specified

what kinds of posts you can request

accessories

self care (bath bombs, lotion, soap, other similar things)

stim toys

recipes

snacks

decor

requests are possible for mixed identities (kintype/kintype, therian/fictionkin, au fictionkin or fictive, etc) as well as mixed request types (self care and snacks, fashion and decor)

i will primarily source links from etsy or amazon. you can either buy directly from wherever i've linked or simply use them as inspiration for yourself or to find similar items should the original listing stop workin (great idea for amazon links specifically, since you can usually find dropshipped items cheaper for wholesale)

because most (if not all) counterculture fashion styles are very diy-focused, requests for these fashion styles are meant to be more along the lines of inspiration or starting points to build off of. a single pin doesn't make a pin jacket, but everyone starts off with just one pin on their jacket. these diy counterculture styles include scene, emo, goth, punk, grunge, cottagecore, decora kei, fairy kei, menhera, mori kei, and lolita