#would these count as alt fashion?

[someguythatdrawsstuff]

I'm going feral I want these outfits so fucking badly

Thanks Pinterest

[winxanity-ii]

LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?

ship: fashion designer!gojo x fem!model!reader warnings: nsfw 🔞 (fem. receiving hand-job/fingering; overstimualtion; p in v ; creampie, wrap before you tap kiddos) word count: 6.6k (i'm gagged cuz i swear it wasn't that many words as i was typing 😭😭💀) A/N: Hey, bubbly-bear! just wanted to let you know i've moved from my my alt account to my main one, so i'm posting your request here…

Request:Hello! I had a lil gojo x reader idea but if you aren’t vibing with it please dont feel like you have to write it, or change it how you see fit! BUT I feel like Guess (ft. Billie E.) By Charlie xcx is so Gojo coded and I would love to see a fic based off of it if possible :)

p.s. mwaaaaahhhhh, thx you so much for being my first request, hope i did you justice 😩✨

This line from the song just stood out to me and i just had to write it:

I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it Pull it to the side and get all up in it Kiss it, ride it, can I fit it?

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"Turn your head like that—yes, perfect! Raise your chin a little more. Hold it!" The head photographer's voice cut through the organized chaos, every word precise and demanding. "Lighting! Can we adjust the back light, it's catching too much glare!" Another barked command as assistants scurried to fix the harsh spotlight casting an overexposed halo on you. "Makeup! Fix the lipstick; it's smudged." The pace had been relentless, as it always was on set. The camera had clicked, capturing each second of your endurance, but all you could focus on was the way your body ached.

Your feet, crammed into designer heels, screamed for relief, and your back burned from holding poses longer than it felt natural. You shifted your weight slightly, hoping no one noticed as the clicks of the camera went on like rapid fire.

"Alright, people, ten-minute break!" Finally, the head photographer clapped his hands, giving everyone the much-needed signal to stop.

A bell rang faintly in the background, and your shoulders slumped as you let out a groan.

You dropped the strained pose you had been holding for what felt like an eternity. You rolled your neck, feeling the tension snap and release in your joints.

The lights dimmed slightly as Nobara and Yuji sauntered over from the swimwear shoot, and you couldn't help but notice how their outfits screamed for attention—both in completely different ways.

Nobara was in a skimpy two-piece swimsuit, the top barely enough to cover her small bust, accentuating her slim waist. The delicate straps dug into her skin as she pulled at them, clearly annoyed, though the outfit highlighted her toned frame with every step she took.

The bottom piece clung to her hips, just barely covering enough to maintain some modesty, with high-cut sides that emphasized her long legs.

Despite the discomfort written across her face, Nobara moved with confidence, her slender figure not going unnoticed by the photographers still milling around.

She scrunched her nose. "This swimsuit is killing me," she muttered, fingers fidgeting with the ties around her waist. "Honestly, whose idea was it to make swimwear this uncomfortable?"

Yuji, in contrast, had an air of ease about him, rocking a pair of matching swim trunks that coordinated with Nobara's outfit—an intentional design that somehow made their shoot feel like a playful, couples-themed editorial.

His bare chest gleamed under the studio lights, each of his perfectly sculpted abs on display as though carved by a sculptor. His body was toned yet muscular, the kind of physique that didn’t need fancy clothes to stand out.

With sun-kissed skin and that infectious grin, Yuji could have made wearing anything look effortless.

"C'mon, Nobara, we don't have that much longer. Besides, you look great," Yuji said, his voice lighthearted as always.

Nobara rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, says the guy who could wear a trash bag and still smile like it's no big deal."

You let out a quiet chuckle as Yuji gave you a wink before being called away to review some of the shots. He shot you a playful smile over his shoulder as he walked off, his broad back flexing slightly under the pressure of moving around in the hot lights.

"Ugh, I swear, if Yuji keeps this up, I'm going to barf," Nobara muttered, shaking her head as she sidled up next to you, arms crossed over her chest.

The two of you made your way toward the refreshments table, where the scattered models and assistants buzzed like bees around a honey pot.

You could feel the material of your own outfit shift as you moved, the delicate knitted vest you wore slightly hugging your upper body. It was all part of the 'clean girl' aesthetic your stylist had chosen for you—a knitted cream-colored vest over a crisp white blouse, paired with a pleated schoolgirl skirt that swayed with every step.

It was simple, yet chic, the kind of outfit that made you feel both elegant and casual at the same time.

Yet, despite its light, airy look, the long hours standing in the heels were starting to make your feet scream. The snug fit of the vest only heightened the strain on your tired muscles, adding to the sense of exhaustion.

Nobara leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming as if she was about to share the juiciest tidbit of gossip she had yet. "So, did you hear about Kaori and that photographer? Apparently, they got caught in one of the back dressing rooms."

You raised a brow, barely hiding your amusement. "Kaori? The one who's been eyeing everyone since day one?."

"Oh, and you didn't hear this from me," Nobara continued, lowering her voice even more, "but Sumi told me that Yuji's been getting cozy with that new model, Megumi. You know, the quiet one? Well, they—"

You groaned, cutting her off. "Don't you ever get tired of knowing all the messy things?"

Nobara rolled her eyes dramatically, her lips curling into a smirk. "Never~" she said, before nodding toward the side entrance. Her voice took on a mischievous edge as she added, "Just like I know you never get tired of denying that your new stylist wants to fuck you."

You practically choked, your eyes widening as the words hit you. "W-What?" you sputtered, your face heating up. You let out a shaky laugh, then coughed, trying to gather yourself. "Stop saying that…"

Nobara's smirk only grew wider, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Oh, come on. The man practically undresses you with his eyes every time he's around. You can't tell me you don't notice the way he looks at you. The man's got designs on more than just your clothes, babe."

The heat in your cheeks deepened, and you averted your gaze, unsure how to respond.

It was hard to deny that your stylist's hands lingered just a bit too long during fittings, or that his gaze seemed a little too intense when he adjusted the fabrics on your body.

The clean, tailored looks he designed for you always felt more intimate than the pieces he created for other models. But surely, it was just part of his meticulous nature, right?

"I-It's just professional," you stammered, glancing down at the drink in your hand, trying to focus on something—anything—other than the growing knot in your stomach. "He's focused on the designs, Nobara. That's it."

Nobara snorted, giving you a knowing look. "Yeah, okay. If by ‘designs’ you mean figuring out how to get under your clothes, then sure. But I mean, I'm not complaining. If I were in your shoes, I'd fuck him."

Before you could respond, a shadow fell over you both, and you didn't need to look up to know who it was. You felt his presence before you saw him.

There, leaning casually against the side of the refreshment table, was Gojo Satoru, the man in question.

His signature smirk played on his lips as those piercing, ice-blue eyes of his scanned over you over his shades, and you could practically feel the heat of his gaze as it lingered on your skirt.

"Ladies," Satoru drawled, his voice smooth and dripping with charm. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything too scandalous?"

Nobara raised an eyebrow, giving you a teasing look before stepping back. "Oh no, nothing at all. We were just talking about your... designs," she said with a sly grin before stepping back. "Guess, I'll leave you two to it," she teased, nudging you as she walked away.

And just like that, you were left alone with him, heart racing as you met his eyes. His grin only widened, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.

"So..." Satoru murmured, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in slightly. "Anything you'd like to confess?"

Your throat went dry, and you could only shake your head, praying that he hadn't overheard Nobara's playful remarks.

But judging by the gleam in his eyes, you had a feeling he probably had.

Your heart raced as you tried to compose yourself, swallowing back the nerves rising in your throat. You forced a smile, though it felt shaky at best. "I don't have anything to confess," you said, attempting to keep your voice light. "Is there anything you need help with?"

Satoru's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming as he straightened up, his hands casually slipping into the pockets of his perfectly tailored trousers. "As a matter of fact," he drawled, "you could help me with something."

You blinked, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. Before you could ask what he meant, two of Satoru's assistants appeared at his side, as if on cue, each one wearing the kind of professionalism that didn't quite mask the urgency in their steps.

Without explanation, they began to gently but firmly usher you toward the changing quarters.

"W-Wait—what's going on?" you stammered, glancing over your shoulder at Satoru, who followed behind leisurely, his long strides giving him an air of complete control. "Why am I changing? I thought my shoot was almost over?"

"Oh, nothing much," Satoru sing-songed, his lips pulling into a mischievous grin. "I just had a chat with the higher-ups about pushing up the date for a few of our theme releases. Ya'know, rearranging which models get which looks."

Your confusion only deepened, and you blinked owlishly, trying to make sense of his words as you were guided toward a small room at the end of the hallway. "But—what does that have to do with—"

You trailed off as you stepped into the changing room and saw the mannequin sitting in the center. It was draped in an outfit that made your breath catch in your throat. A short leather miniskirt, sleek and shimmering, paired with a crop bodycon top that clung to the mannequin’s torso like a second skin

The entire ensemble was a bold combination of black and silver, with metallic bangles adorning the arms and a choker embedded with silver and black accents.

But what truly caught your attention was the soft sheen of baby blue that ran through the outfit—a shade that was eerily similar to the blue of Satoru's eyes.

You stared at the outfit for a moment, taking in the platform boots that completed the look, their towering heels intimidating yet alluring. The whole ensemble screamed nightlife, clubbing, a world of flashing lights and pulsing music.

It was striking, to say the least.

The assistants wasted no time, setting down various items on a nearby table while preparing the room for your quick change. But you stood frozen, blinking again as realization slowly dawned.

Satoru leaned against the doorframe, watching you with an almost lazy amusement.

"You're joking," you muttered, half in disbelief.

Satoru raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

You glanced back at the mannequin, the black and silver catching the light in a way that made the outfit seem even more eye-catching.

The baby blue accents shimmered faintly, bringing your thoughts right back to Satoru, his confident smirk and those eyes that seemed to follow your every move.

The outfit looked like it had been designed for you—and only you.

The assistants were already moving around, gesturing for you to start changing, but your mind was still reeling. "You... moved up the schedule?"

"Had a feeling this look was perfect for you," Satoru said casually, pushing off the doorframe and walking further into the room. "Wanted to see it on you sooner rather than later."

You bit your lip, nerves fluttering in your chest as you stared at the mannequin once more.

The way Satoru's gaze lingered on you sent a shiver down your spine.

It was as if this entire thing had been orchestrated just for his amusement, his design, his vision.

The assistants handed you the top, a fitted crop that shimmered in the light, the baby blue accents standing out against the metallic silver.

You reluctantly grabbed it from them as they moved off to remove the other pieces from the mannequin.

The room felt warmer all of a sudden, like the air had thickened, and you couldn’t shake the tension prickling at the back of your neck.

You lifted your gaze only to find Satoru already staring at you, his eyes locked on yours in a way that made your breath hitch. You cleared your throat, your voice shaky as you tried to break the spell. "Shouldn't you leave? I need to change."

Instead of moving, his lips curved into that trademark smirk that always made your stomach flip. "I'll have to stay and oversee things. You know, just to make sure nothing goes wrong. I can swoop in and fix anything if needed."

Your face burned, heat rushing to your cheeks as his words lingered in the air.

You weren't naïve. You'd worked with dozens of stylists before, all of them meticulous, always staying to make sure the fit was perfect. But none of them ever made your skin tingle the way Satoru did.

None of them ever watched you like they were imagining a thousand different things beneath the clothes. And none of them ever made you feel like you were burning alive from the inside out with just a look.

Heart pounding, you turned away, hoping to escape his gaze. You began undressing, slipping out of your current outfit.

Each movement felt amplified, like you could feel the air around you, charged with tension. You reached behind yourself, trying to steady your breathing as you fumbled with the zipper.

You could practically feel his eyes on you, mapping out your body, lingering on every curve as if he could see right through the fabric.

Your skin prickled, the sensation of his gaze making it hard to even think straight. Every breath felt labored, every second stretched too long.

As you reached behind to unclip your bralette, your fingers trembling slightly, you felt a pair of hands cover yours—large, warm, and deliberate.

The shock froze you in place, your breath catching in your throat.

"Allow me to help you with that…" His voice was low, velvety, and it sent a shiver down your spine as he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear.

The world narrowed to that moment, the heat of his presence overwhelming your senses. His fingers gently brushed against yours as he unhooked your bralette, the touch feather-light but filled with an unspoken promise.

You couldn't move, couldn't breathe, the room suddenly too small, too hot, with Satoru towering behind you, his hands so close, too close.

Every nerve in your body screamed in protest, but your heart betrayed you, hammering in your chest as a low pulse of desire curled through your veins.

His hands slid away as he stepped back, giving you room, but the mark of his touch lingered long after he'd let go.

It left you breathless, the space between you charged with something dangerous, something unspoken that hung heavy in the air.

Satoru's smirk never wavered, his eyes still locked onto yours in the reflection of the mirror. "There..." he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. "...All done."

You stuttered out a soft, breathless, "Thank you," barely able to get the words out before Satoru turned on his heel. His presence seemed to consume the room, but as he barked an order to one of his assistants, the pressure finally lifted.

"Adjust the lighting for the next setup! And I want the backdrop changed in five minutes!" Satoru's voice rang out, sharp and authoritative. With one last glance over his shoulder at you, he strode away, leaving the room in a whirlwind of activity.

As soon as he was gone, it felt like you could finally breathe again. The air in the room cooled, the weight of his lingering presence fading, though not entirely.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you pulled the leather skirt up over your hips, the fabric snug against your skin. Satoru's assistant helped you with the bodycon top, tugging it into place, adjusting the hem and smoothing out the fabric as it clung to your curves.

The outfit was bold—almost too bold—but it fit like a second skin, highlighting every line of your body in the way only Satoru's designs could.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of camera clicks, flashing lights, and endless posing. Hours slipped by, the sun gradually lowering as the shoot continued, stretching longer than expected.

Nanami Kento, the photographer overseeing everything, was a perfectionist. His no-nonsense attitude left no room for error, and his eye for detail was unmatched.

He had insisted on waiting for the natural dusk light, arguing that it would complement the metallic sheen of your outfit and bring out the best in the overall composition.

You had worked with Kento before. His bluntness and unwavering pursuit of perfection made him a tough taskmaster, but he was one of the best in the industry.

Shoots paired with him always led to increased success. His images captured not just the clothes, but the mood, the essence of the model wearing them.

He and Satoru were at the top of their game right now, the dynamic power duo behind many successful campaigns, and you couldn't deny how they both pushed you further than anyone else ever had.

"…And… that's a wrap!" Kento's voice finally cut through the endless camera clicks, sharp and definitive. The faint ring of a bell followed, signaling the end of the shoot.

You exhaled a long, relieved breath, feeling the weight of the day lift off your shoulders.

The shoot had taken the remainder of the day, from midday to the last golden rays of dusk.

The combination of Satoru's exacting demands—making you pose in just the right way to show off the outfit—and Kento's insistence on perfect lighting meant you'd spent hours standing, twisting, and holding uncomfortable poses.

The tightness in your back and shoulders made it clear how long you had been at it. Your feet ached in the platform boots, and your muscles screamed for rest.

As the assistants began to pack away the equipment, the space slowly emptied out. The other models and staff had long since finished their own shoots and left, leaving only you and a skeleton crew behind.

The studio, once alive with chaos, was now eerily quiet, the low hum of final tasks being completed the only sound in the background.

You peeled yourself away from the set and made your way back to the dressing room, feeling the tightness of the leather skirt with every step.

The corridors were deserted now, with most of the team having wrapped up hours ago. The silence was almost jarring after the noise and flurry of the day.

You were exhausted, every muscle in your body protesting as you moved.

Finally, you reached your dressing room, the door creaking slightly as you pushed it open. The sight of the empty space—the vanity mirror now bare, clothes and shoes scattered—was a welcome relief.

The day had been long, but now you could unwind.

As you closed the door behind you, the quiet settled over you like a blanket, offering you the peace you desperately needed.

You stumbled into the room, barely keeping yourself upright as exhaustion weighed down your limbs. Practically dead on your feet, you began peeling off the clothes that had felt glued to your body for the last several hours.

The crop top slipped off first, falling to the floor with a soft thud.

You didn't care where it landed as you walked over to the couch in the center of the room, facing a large squared mirror. Each step felt like a weight being lifted from your sore muscles.

A cool draft brushed against your bare torso, making you shiver slightly as it passed over the sheen of sweat from the long day. Your fingers worked at the accessories next, unfastening the bangles around your wrists and dropping them carelessly.

The metal clanked against the floor, loud in the otherwise quiet space. You massaged your sore wrists, the cool air soothing the raw skin where the jewelry had pressed tight against you.

Your fingers then moved to the choker at your neck, tugging it free and letting it fall beside the rest, relieved to feel the soft touch of air against your throat.

Your mind began to drift, wandering somewhere far away from the chaos of the day. You thought about what you'd do when you got home.

Maybe snack on those yogurt bites you found at the grocery store earlier that week. Or maybe you can finally binge-watch that series you'd been meaning to catch up on.

The thought made you feel a little lighter.

Hell, you can even spend tomorrow doing absolutely nothing, you have nothing booked!

You were right in the middle of imagining your lazy day ahead, fingers working the clasp of your bralette, when the door creaked open behind you.

"Hey! I'm—" Your arms instinctively rose to catch your slipping bra before it could fall completely. Your heart raced, embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

You looked up at the large mirror in front of you, eyes wide, only to lock gazes with Satoru, lounging casually against the doorway as if he had all the time in the world.

"—undressing," you finished, your voice dropping to a shaky whisper.

Satoru's lips curved into a faint smirk, his gaze shameless as it raked over your disheveled appearance. He tilted his head slightly, looking over his shades at the scattered accessories and top on the floor. "You know," he said, his voice light with a playful edge, "you really shouldn't leave my designs lying around like that. It's almost disrespectful."

For a moment, you thought he'd bend down to pick up the items—his creations, after all. But instead, he strolled right past them, making his way toward you.

Your breath hitched, your body freezing in place as his steps closed the distance between you.

Satoru's eyes, usually filled with playful mischief, were darker now, more intense as they followed the lines of your form.

He moved with the kind of confidence that left no room for doubt. And as he reached your side, standing just behind you, his presence loomed, filling the small space with the heat of his gaze.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the cool draft that had once been a relief now doing little to cool the flush rising across your skin.

Satoru stepped even closer, the heat radiating from him making the cool draft on your bare skin feel like a distant memory. His presence was overwhelming, filling the small room until all you could focus on was the warmth seeping from him and the way his gaze lingered on your reflection in the mirror.

"You know," he began, his voice soft, almost idle, "a lot of my best designs… they're not the ones I spend weeks perfecting." His words drifted through the air like a secret. He raised a hand, his fingertips brushing lightly against the faint indents the choker had left on your neck. The touch was barely there, yet it sent a shiver running down your spine. "No… the ones that really stand out," he continued, "are the ones that light up in my mind every time you fall into my vision."

You swallowed hard, your breath hitching as he leaned in closer, his chest now just inches from your back.

The heat from his body wrapped around you like a second skin, and you watched him through the mirror, mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes as he spoke.

His hand, warm and deliberate, trailed slowly down your arm, his fingers brushing your skin with a tenderness that felt both comforting and dangerous.

"You're my muse," he said, almost as if speaking to himself, lost in the thought. "Every second I spend watching you, seeing you wear my designs, it's nothing but inspiration." His hand continued to drift lower, his fingers wrapping gently around your wrist before sliding back up, pulling you just slightly, coaxing your body into his.

Your breath grew heavier, chest rising and falling with each shallow inhale as you were drawn back against him, the solid warmth of his chest pressing into your bare back.

Your gaze flickered to the mirror, watching the scene unfold before you—his hand resting lightly on your waist, his eyes tracing the outline of your form as if committing every curve, every inch of you, to memory.

You could feel his breath, warm and steady, fanning against your ear, and it made your head spin, your thoughts running wild.

"Every touch," he murmured, his lips brushing just above your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Every glance…" His voice dropped, becoming something darker, heavier. "I can't stop thinking about how perfectly you fit into my designs. Like you were made for them—or maybe… they were made for you."

His hand trailed down your arm, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, and you watched him in the mirror, breath hitching in your throat. Then, his lips ghosted over your ear again, the warmth of his breath making you tremble as he purred, "But you know… I keep thinking about something else…"

Your eyes widened slightly, and you felt him shift closer, his chest now flush against your back. The air between you crackled with tension, thick and almost suffocating, and yet you couldn't pull away—you didn't want to.

His hands pressed against your waist as he lowered his voice to something almost sinful. "…How perfectly you'll fit around me."

The words slipped from his lips, dripping with raw, undeniable desire, every word reverberating through your skin, hitting you like a tidal wave. Your breath stilled in your lungs, heat coursing through your body as your mind raced.

Wait a minute—what's… b-but—

His arms tightened around you as his mouth hovered near your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "Tell me you feel it too," he groaned, his voice low, growling with need as his fingers dug into your hips. "Tell me you want it… just as badly as I do."

Finally, your mouth seemed to catch up with your thoughts. "S-Satoru—"

Your voice once again falls away as Satoru's arms tightened around you, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. You felt his chest rise and fall rapidly, pressing into your back, his grip around your waist possessive, firm.

Then, in a voice so raw, so desperate it sent a shiver down your spine, he whispered, "Can I... have you?"

The words tumbled from his lips in a near whimper, laden with a hunger that bordered on pleading. His breath hitched, his forehead brushing against the back of your neck as if even he was losing control of the space between you.

Your heart hammered in your chest, your mind trying to process everything, yet failing to hold onto any coherent thought. His words, the way they sounded so needy, left you breathless.

You watched him in the mirror, his reflection almost ghostly in the low light of the room. His eyes were half-lidded, clouded with lust as they lingered on your form, and his lips, parted slightly, looked dangerously close to speaking something sinful, something that would push you over the edge.

The room was silent except for his panting breaths in your ear. You could feel his need in the way his arms wrapped around you, in the way his fingers pressed just a little too tightly into your skin.

"Say yes..." he breathed, his voice low and pleading, his lips now trailing down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of heat with every soft, almost teasing touch. "Please... just say yes."

Your breath caught in your throat, your body frozen in place as your mind blocking out everything else but Satoru.

The sound of him, the feel of him, the way his voice came out in that almost whimpering tone—it consumed you, leaving no room for anything else but him.

Finally, a breathless, barely audible "yes" escaped your lips, the word trembling from your mouth like a whimper, your resolve crumbling under the intensity of the moment.

It was as if a switch had been flipped in Satoru. His wicked smirk grew, a gleam in his eyes as he dipped his head lower, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before dragging his tongue in a slow, deliberate stripe up your skin.

The heat of his breath against your neck sent shivers racing down your spine, making your entire body tense.

"Good girl~" he purred softly into your ear, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Before you could even catch your breath, he pulled you down onto the couch, his movements fluid and effortless. You landed in his lap, your back pressed firmly against his chest, legs bent and pulled up on either side of him, facing the mirror.

our thighs immediately began to burn from the stretch, the leather skirt you wore sliding up all the way, exposing the lace underwear beneath—the same light blue that matched the bralette you'd worn earlier.

The delicate fabric contrasted sharply with the heat of the moment, and your face flushed in embarrassment as your eyes caught the sight of a small wet patch there.

Your heart raced as you tried instinctively to close your legs, but before you could, he gently tapped your thighs with his fingers, his smirk never faltering. "Aht aht," he scolded lightly, his tone playful but firm, making it clear that he was in control.

His arms slid under your legs, lifting them slightly and pulling them farther apart.

The stretch made you gasp, thighs burning as he forced you all the way back against his chest, your body now fully reclined into him.

His grip was strong but not painful, holding you in place as his breath ghosted over the side of your face.

In the mirror, you saw it all—your legs spread wide, your flushed face, and Satoru's darkened gaze fixed on you, his expression one of total control. His was voice, low and teasing, rumbling against your ear. "Look at you... perfect," he murmured, holding you tightly against him, his arms securing you in place, his presence overwhelming.

The reflection showed more than just your vulnerability—it was the power he had over you, and the way he reveled in every second of it.

Satoru's left hand slowly trailed down your body, his touch feather-light at first, but purposeful. The cool air kissed your skin as his fingers slid beneath the waistband of your underwear, his hand pressing firmly against your most sensitive spot without pulling the fabric to the side.

The sensation made your breath hitch, and your entire body tensed as his fingers began to move, rubbing slow, deliberate circles along your slit, teasing and drawing out every bit of tension you’d been holding inside.

His fingers trailed gently up and down, gliding over your skin as if he were mapping you out, testing your every reaction. He found your clit with ease, rubbing small, teasing circles that sent jolts of heat through you, the slow rhythm making it impossible to think straight.

Your thighs twitched, the stretch around him making the sensation even more intense. The heat of embarrassment flooded through you as your body reacted, and when you turned your face away, unable to watch the reflection of what he was doing to you.

Satoru clicked his tongue softly in disapproval. "Uh-uh," he murmured, his voice dark with command. "Eyes on the mirror. Watch what I do to you."

You swallowed hard, your throat dry as your gaze reluctantly shifted back to the mirror.

His hand kept moving, the slow rhythm intensifying, the way he touched you sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. His reflection was smug, pleased, as he watched you fight to keep your eyes open and focused on what he was doing.

It was an order, and disobeying felt impossible.

When his finger slipped inside you, your body jolted slightly, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. His movements were slow, deliberate, each stroke inside you making it harder to think.

One became two, both pumping in and out of your clenching heat with a slow, deep rhythm. He kept his other arm wrapped securely around your waist, holding you in place against his chest as he worked his fingers deeper.

His breath was hot against your ear as his grip on your body tightened, his voice a low groan as he spoke. "You know what I can't wait to do?" His words sent a new rush of heat through you, and he chuckled softly at your reaction. "I can't wait to taste you... spend hours learning every inch of my muse's body. Watching you come undone again and again and again."

The promise in his voice made your mind reel, the intensity of his touch and his words leaving you breathless, your chest heaving as your pulse raced.

A particularly well-angled thrust had your back arching, a breathy moan slipping free. "That's it..." he praised, curling his fingers so they can brush against your G-spot again. "You're so wet for me... So responsive."

His thumb joined the fray, rubbing firmer circles over your clit that had your hips rolling mindlessly to meet his touch. He worked you higher and higher, stoking the flames of your pleasure until you were teetering right on the edge.

And still, he demanded you watch. Compelled you to observe the wanton display you made, his dark gaze devouring you from over your shoulder.

"Come for me," Satoru growled against your lips, his fingers pumping furiously now. "Let go. Now."

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath and whiting out your vision. You shook and shuddered in his hold, a cry of ecstasy torn from your throat as he wrung every last bit of pleasure from your spasming body.

Satoru swallowed the sound with his mouth, kissing you deeply as he continued his ministrations.

Only when you collapsed bonelessly against him did Satoru still his hand, drawing his glistening fingers from your depths. He brought them to his mouth, maintaining eye contact through the mirror as he licked them clean with a shameless moan.

"Delicious~" he purred, voice rough with satisfaction. "My perfect muse."

You felt weightless, the tension from the day—hell, the whole week—melting into nothingness as the lingering echoes of your orgasm left you in a daze. Your body felt loose, relaxed, like all the stress had finally evaporated, and for a moment, you simply existed, floating in the aftermath.

Then, you felt your thighs shift wider, and a small, confused sound escaped you before you even realized it.

Satoru's low chuckle filled the quiet room, dark and amused. "You didn’t think that was it, did you?" His voice dripped with mischief as his hands moved to adjust you in his lap. He shifted beneath you, pulling his pants down slightly as he repositioned you, pulling you higher onto his lap.

The movement pressed you closer to him, allowing you to fully feel him underneath you, hard and insistent. His hand returned to your underwear, the long digits returning to rub away at you.

The sudden pressure made your back arch instinctively, a small whimper escaping your lips from the mix of sensation—equal parts pleasure and the discomfort of being played with beyond your limit.

"Silly girl," he tutted softly into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. His hand returned to your waist, the grip firm yet tender, as he tugged your underwear to the side, filling you in one stroke.

You both froze for different reasons—your legs trembled as you felt the stretch, trying to stay tethered because he had to be the biggest you'd ever had, while Satoru groaned, overwhelmed by the tightness that enveloped him.

"F-Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back against the couch, eyes fluttering closed.

You let out a broken whimper, arms growing weak and giving out beneath you. You collapsed slightly forward, your forehead resting against his thighs as you tried to adjust, to find some relief from the pressure.

Satoru growled softly at the sight, his hands gripping your waist with more purpose. He pulled you fully down onto him, your hips flush against his.

"S-Satoru..." you moaned, your voice shaking, tears welling in your eyes as the sensation became overwhelming.

His hips jerked forward in short, deliberate movements, and your body responded, helpless to the rhythm he set. "T-that's right, baby, say my name..." he groaned, his voice thick with need as his hands guided you, pulling you back down with each upward thrust.

He lifted his hips to speed up the movements. You could only cling to his thighs, breathless and powerless against the force of his desire.

Satoru kept going, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer, filthy words laced with desire. His grip on your waist was tight, almost bruising, as he held you firmly in place.

The sounds of your bodies moving together filled the room—wet, slick noises and the rhythmic squelching with every movement.

The intensity of the moment wrapped around you, heightening every sensation, your body overwhelmed by the pressure building inside you.

Your second orgasm was approaching too quickly, the wave of pleasure rising fast, almost too much to handle. Desperation washed over you, and you tried to scoot forward, to slow things down, but Satoru's response was immediate—he went faster, his thrusts growing erratic.

You let out a choked cry, begging for him to slow down, but he only groaned in response, his pace relentless.

The sensation was overwhelming, and then it hit you, like you were thrown over the edge. Your eyes fluttered closed as the blinding pleasure rocked your entire frame.

Your body shook, every nerve alight as the intensity consumed you. You could hear Satoru cursing under his breath as you trembled in his arms, your body a quivering mess in the aftermath.

And then you felt it—the heat of him filling you, spreading through your lower body in a rush of warmth. Satoru let out a long, drawn-out groan, pressing himself flush against you as he reached his climax. His breathing was ragged, chest heaving as he stayed close, savoring the feeling.

Before you could catch your breath or say anything, Satoru moved again. He pulled you back slightly, and you gasped, the sudden movement sending a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through you.

His hands snaked under your thighs, lifting you carefully from his lap. He groaned softly as he watched his release spilling from you, leaking out as he admired the sight.

Satoru gave a low whistle, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "What a sight to see," he hummed, his voice thick with amusement. One of his hands trailed down to your entrance, his thumb gently grazing over the sensitive skin.

He played with your sticky entrance, his fingers teasing, before pressing back to plug up the fallen release. Your thighs twitched in response, a shiver running through you at the sudden sensation.

You called out his name for what felt like the third time, your voice weak but pleading. "Satoru..."

He let out a tired but satisfied chuckle, his hand pulling away as he finally relented. "Fine, fine," he murmured, lifting you effortlessly in his arms. He settled you down on his lap again, this time pulling you close to his chest, cradling you as his arms wrapped securely around you.

The warmth of his body pressed against yours, his breathing slowing as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

The night grew quiet, the tension fading into a comfortable stillness, but even as you relaxed against him, your mind wandered.

As the night went on, you couldn't help but think: Nobara was fucking right.

A/N: lolol, sorry for the influx of smut guys, promise this won't be like an everyday thinjg.... 👀 anyways, hope this was up to your standards and wasn't too bad bubbly-bear, i tried my best to make it work to the song...😭

[weirdmarioenemies]

Is Birdo the only member of her species?

"Yes!” you confidently proclaim. “You included an image of multiple Birdos right there in the post, silly!”

I know I did! I did it on purpose, because it is relevant to the subject matter! But it does not mean all that much, ultimately. Look. Here are five Luigis.

Luigi is not a species. So allow me to explain why I am reasonably confident in believing that the existence of multiple distinct Birdos has been retconned!

It all started with Wave 4 of the Mario Kart 8 Deluxe Booster Course Pass. When Birdo was finally added to the game, her alts were named strangely! With Yoshi and Shy Guy, we had, for example, Light-blue Yoshi, and Light-blue Shy Guy. Birdo, however, gets Birdo (Light Blue)!

This is how basically all the alts in Tour are named, just like our dear brother Luigi (Lederhosen). So did they lazily just port these alts over from Tour, without bothering to make the formatting consistent with what was already in 8 Deluxe? But wait! Yoshi and Shy Guy are named with their colors first in Tour, just like in 8 Deluxe! Were THOSE ones hastily ported into TOUR? What’s going on here!!!

Well, let’s look at the trends that already exist in these naming conventions!

-A character simply wearing a different outfit than usual has the name format of “Character (Descriptor)”. Example: Luigi (Lederhosen)

-A character who is in a different FORM than usual has the name format of “Form Character”. Example: Penguin Luigi

-A character who is a member of a species that has been seen in multiple colors has the name format of “Color Character”, not counting the default colors. Example: Light-blue Yoshi, Light-blue Shy Guy

One other thing of note is characters like the Koopa Freerunners and the Pit Crew Toads. These fit into both the first and third categories! For example, we have Blue Koopa (Freerunning), who is a Blue Koopa wearing a Freerunning hat, and Light-blue Toad (Pit Crew), who is a Light-blue Toad wearing a pit crew uniform.

With all this established, Birdo’s conventions fit into the first category! I am inclined to believe that, if these were meant to be distinct individuals, they would be named like the Yoshis and Shy Guys, yet they are named as the same individual in different outfits. Maybe she can change her color like a chameleon, and uses it to complement whatever bow she wants to wear at the time!

The real question is why in the world they would retcon Birdo as her own species... but it is not actually that weird, to me. As awesome as it is to have an entire species of glamorous transfem dinosaurs who all share the exact same fashion sense, maybe Nintendo decided that was where they draw the Weirdness Line in Mario’s world. Birdo’s current design is very much a design for a distinct character! It’s like how Donkey Kong Junior was used in contexts where many of him appeared for a while, until he himself was removed from memory. And don’t get me started on Toadsworth! They can and will alter anything from character intricacies to the existences of entire characters, is what I am saying here.

Also, as a little Grammar Tidbit, it is entirely intentional that “Birdo (Light Blue)” and “Light-blue Yoshi” coexist, and it is not inconsistent! “Light-blue” is a compound adjective, and as a result is hyphenated if it is written before the article it describes. I have learned this purely thanks to the funny dinosaur, and now so have you!

So do you agree with my findings? How does the concept of Birdo being the only one of her kind make you feel? And how did it get this way? Maybe she just invited herself out of the dream world and established herself! Maybe she is a mutant Yoshi, not in the realistic genetics way, but the cartoon toxic waste way. Maybe she just hatched from an egg that was there one day. Whatever the case! I think she is really great.

[shadyvoxtruth]

How ShadyVox Threatened Myself & Others For Years

My name is Martin Billany but I am also known as LittleKuriboh in the YouTube sphere/Yu-Gi-Oh fandom.

I am posting this here for posterity in case all of my other posts elsewhere about it are removed. Also because there has never been a single unified place to find all of this information presented in sequence.

Patrick, also known by his pseudonyms of ShadyVox or Scratch21's Matt Robinson or Blake Swift, spent the better part of 2019-2023 both threatening me and manipulating a group of real victims.

A brief history - for those who don't know, Patrick/ShadyVox and myself were heavily involved in the "abridged series" world in the late 2000s/mid 2010s. I myself started the whole abridged parody nonsense with Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged, and Patrick would follow suit by doing a Yu-Gi-Oh GX Abridged. We met through content creation and formed a friendship through it. Not best friends or anything, but friendly enough.

Patrick would later leave the abridged series stuff behind and start over making music, working in original animation for popular internet channels, etc. Stuff he was genuinely very good at. It was a strong choice to move away from parody content, as it likely would have held him back at some point.

At a certain point in 2018, I received a communication from him that requested I remove certain YouTube comments on my videos that featured him. These comments were demanding to know why Patrick was following various right wing channels and were calling him alt-right, etc.

I agreed to remove the comments because I considered him a friend and automatically assumed there was some big misunderstanding. As it turned out, he was subscribed to a few channels that caused me to confront him.

I was emotional and upset, admittedly. Things politically were at a fever pitch and I had been swept up by it. I have included screencaps of our conversation.

Later I would apologize to him for my outburst and try to make amends. You're probably wondering why I would include this since it doesn't seem to involve Patrick threatening me, and it seems if anything to suggest I got upset at him.

That is because I truly believe this is the moment Patrick decided he was going to find some way to come after me. I believe that Patrick had spent a lot of time creating a mask for himself, and had worn it very well, and the moment someone saw through it for even a moment he decided I had to be dealt with somehow.

At this point - mid 2018 - Patrick and I were not close. We hadn't worked on anything together in half a decade. We really only kept in touch in a cursory fashion. So I imagine this interaction stuck in Patrick's craw something awful.

I was, however, closer with the person Patrick had worked in conjunction with on his abridged series, X. These days X is my best friend. Back then, I don't know how close we were. But definitely closer than either of us were with Patrick.

One day in 2019, entirely out of the blue, Patrick messages me privately to inform me that X once slept with a girl who was 17 when he was in his early 20s.

My own spouse was sexually assaulted before I met them, and as a result I have a no tolerance policy on anything that even could resemble assault. So I immediately ended my friendship with X.

And as I was doing so, Patrick told me repeatedly that I was overreacting.

As you can see, by Patrick/Shady's own words, this was a long time ago. Just under a decade or so, by my count.

And most importantly, Patrick had been aware of this for the whole decade or so and chose this very moment to tell me that this happened.

I want you to keep that in mind, especially the fact that when I said I was ending my friendship with X, Patrick's actual response was "it was a long time ago, he's gotten better."

It was painful to end my friendship with X, but I did. I told him that if he could provide satisfactory proof that what Patrick had said didn't represent the facts of the situation, I could be his friend again. Until then, I cut off all communication from X.

A week or so later I received specific evidence that pointed to a situation wherein Patrick was intentionally misrepresenting what happened, or the alleged victim's story. The alleged victim VERY specifically disagreed with Patrick.

You'll note that I'm not including screen caps of these conversations - that is because the alleged victim, and other involved parties, DO NOT WANT to be part of any of this and have needed actual therapy because of Patrick's behavior in the past. Not just here.

Anyway.

I returned to Patrick/Shady and told him there had been a misunderstanding. I wanted to clear the air and give him a chance to say something along the lines of "oh okay, obviously I had my facts wrong." I mean, as you yourself have just read - he said himself that this was a long time ago. Maybe he got some wires crossed.

This is how Patrick actually responded:

The screenshots were taken on different dates, hence why his twitter icon looks different suddenly.

But yes. His response to me explaining that the alleged victim disagreed with his stance, was to insist that the alleged victim must be lying and that I should be absolutely infuriated.

After he'd tried to tell me that there was no point in being upset about this information that he had sat on for the better part of a decade.

Patrick continued to scream at me via dm, repeatedly requesting that I give him my phone number so we could talk about this. I assume this is because he didn't want any kind of text evidence of what he was going to say to me, or what he was doing.

He would later, mid-conversation, tell me that he was deleting all of his dms to me. Not sure why. It doesn't remove them from my side of the conversation, so I still have access to all of them. I have not shared the entire private message thread yet, because it's sensitive and involves people beyond just myself. But if the dms ever do need to be made public entirely, I have them.

I ended up blocking Patrick during this very conversation because he had begun screaming at me, behaving extremely unhinged and in a frightening manner. I honestly think he had hoped that I would initially try to defend my friend from his accusation, in which case he was going to fly off the handle then. But because I had genuinely believed him and removed my friend from my life, only to then learn Patrick's story didn't hold water, he had no choice but to lash out now. When it didn't make any sense to suddenly be irate about a thing he had told me about, and had literally just said "it was a long time ago."

Within 24 hours, Patrick had sent me a threatening email saying he was going to expose me for everything I was doing. I have attached the highlights of the email, parts that don't involve other people's names.

Some of the references in this email - specifically about how I've associated with others and ignored people calling me out for it - are related to a podcast I was on, alongside Patrick. Until recently I had indeed tried to move on with my life after a number of the people involved had revealed themselves to be toxic. I had made efforts to separate myself from those people. It had been years since I'd really had any direct connection to any of them.

I do indeed regret not speaking out about it sooner.

Having said this, Patrick himself was equally as guilty for not speaking out - and had in fact spent a significantly larger amount of time talking to/working with the people in question.

As such, I believe a lot of this is some form of bizarre projection on his part.

I ignored the email because I was a) worried that he had suddenly snapped, and b) I didn't think any of the content warranted a response.

A day later, I received this email from Patrick where his tone has changed entirely:

As you can see, this is more in line with the reality of the situation. He is apologizing profusely and insisting I didn't actually do anything wrong, and that he was the one in the wrong.

You'll also note that he signs this particular email "Patrick." That is because it is his real name, and I believe he was possibly appealing to my humanity and the part of me that might still have seen a friendship worth salvaging. Otherwise I could not tell you why he signed his real name - he typically hates using it.

I still did not reply because at this point I was confused and scared and wanted him to leave me alone. And to that point, he had specifically stated at the end of his email that he was the problem and he would not "involve himself in my life any longer."

The police were contacted and they told him to stop. I had hoped that my part in all of this was over.

Later that very month, Patrick announced on his ShadyVox twitter account that a new GX Abridged was coming out for April Fools.

When it is posted on April 1st - less than a month after he had sent his email saying he would remove himself from my life, and not long after the police have visited him - the video contains many references to our conversations, and specifically the fact that the police got involved.

Yes, after being told by the police to stop - and after writing an email that insisted he knew he was the real problem and would be getting help - he decides to make a mockery of the situation publicly, in a manner that nobody else will understand. Except the people it is targeting.

The tweets about this video are the only thing remaining on Patrick's twitter account, as he had purged it some time ago.

(An aside - I do recall someone attempting to call Patrick out for being toxic previously on twitter, and his response was to spam them with the words "PROVE IT. PROVE IT. PROVE IT." until they gave up. I would include screenshots of this, but like I said - he purged his entire twitter except for this specific GX Abridged video he'd thrown together in a week to respond to the fact that the authorities had intervened to get him to stop)

One other important element of this video - which is where, I believe, this whole thing veers into genuinely disturbing territory - is that it is interspersed with garbled footage intended to look like some sort of creepypasta/vhs effect. At the end of the GX Abridged video, it is clear that Patrick is using this video to allude to some upcoming song tracks he is producing.

Songs that are tailored to threaten me in cryptic, indirect ways that very few people pick up on.

But I'll get to those later.

During 2019, Patrick reaches out to actual victims of the toxic individuals from the podcast I used to be on more than half a decade before any of the stuff chronologized in this post. He tells them lies, and demonizes me to the point that it convinces them that I am still both defending/supporting the toxic individuals, and actively mocking their victims in private.

I am aware of this because Patrick tweets about it - before deleting the tweets entirely. He even attempts to throw popular abridging group TeamFourStar under the bus, which I assume was merely out of spite because they had absolutely nothing to do with any of this.

I wish I had screengrabbed the tweets when they were still up, but there is still remaining evidence that they did exist.

Here is someone posting on Reddit about it - he only references one tweet, but this was around the time Patrick was posting and then immediately deleting what he'd said. I honestly can only assume - but I think he was fishing for people to latch on to what he was saying and contact him privately.

Not to mention the fact that the police had specifically told him to stop, so that was likely in the back of his mind also.

Here is someone replying to a since suspended twitter account that was discussing what Patrick was saying about TeamFourStar. Obviously I have no clear way to prove it, but please know that I have no reason to make that much up and point to a random ass tweet.

I imagine Patrick (not the suspended person in the above screencap) realized the best way to not seem directly to blame or involved at all was to remove any and all posts he'd made. Admittedly it would have worked if I didn't have the dms and these emails.

Speaking of emails, I received a third one in late 2019 - as you can see, Patrick's promise of leaving me alone forever didn't even last a year.

You'll note that he's speaking as though the second email never even happened. He's also just plain lying through his teeth for a significant part of it, but I think it's most important to note that this email requires you to assume the second email never got written.

He has gone from pages and pages of "of course it wasn't your fault, I'm the problem, you're good, I'm bad" to "I told you..."

Also, I think the words "You tried to damage me" should be highlighted here as it reinforces my theory that all of this was about me insulting him for all the right wing channels he'd subscribed to. Which, to me, was barely even a thought in my mind at this point.

So I choose to ignore this email also. Because y'know, why would I even humor responding to the guy at this point? I decide that I will only speak on any of this if it becomes public conversation. Until then, anything that happens would be because of Patrick's actions.

I do let my friends know about all of this - including TeamFourStar, who through this entire thing have been blameless and didn't even do anything to Patrick to begin with. And every time Patrick does something, I make sure people in my circle are aware and to be cautious.

Meanwhile Patrick alludes to all of this indirectly in the songs he posts to his YouTube channel. Yes, a situation that involves actual victims and one alleged victim that Patrick hadn't spoken to in years. He chose to make reference to all of this in videos where he raps, amongst other things.

There are a number of songs that feature references to this, it's mainly these two that I want to focus on

Birdy Boy is a song that is explicitly referencing Patrick's issues with me, without actually going into any details about what the issue is.

It is so clearly about me that people pick up on it - and rather than confront the issue or have a dialogue, Patrick decides to pin the comment about it to the top of the comments page.

Of course, if Patrick made any attempt to directly describe the issue or explain himself, it would likely result in the police becoming involved once again.

So he sticks to singing about the whole thing.

This next song is the most upsetting one.

Patrick/Shady writes a song called "Joker" about a psychotic individual murdering someone who "used to be funny." This is, specifically, the song that he teases at the end of the GX Abridged Episode 21 video he posted earlier in 2019 for april fools.

He has teased it multiple times on his twitter, and elsewhere, with the words "Coming Soon." The very same words he used to title his third threatening email.

Here is the email, placed next to some lyrics from the song Joker.

He is seemingly very specifically trying to threaten me without anyone noticing, in plain sight. I was unable to watch the video in full until after all of this stuff came out into the public. It was only through reading people's responses and the lyrics that I realized what he was doing.

Again, at this point I am doing and saying nothing publicly. Just watching this behavior and waiting.

Meanwhile in 2021, a videogame based on the web series TOME gets fully funded and Christopher Niosi - the creator of TOME - reaches out to the voice cast to see if they'll return. I myself was the voice of Nylocke, one of the main characters, and Patrick was the voice of THE main character.

As such, I told Christopher no and explained my reasons.

And here is Christopher's response.

Please pay careful attention to the fact that Christopher Niosi flat out says he already knew Patrick was doing this stuff - it isn't just me imagining it.

As a result of this interaction, I do not reprise my role as Nylocke and Christopher Niosi chooses to just recast every single character. Please note that he could have just recast Patrick, but did not. As a result, I feel responsible for all of the original cast losing out on work. It hurts to think about. But at least I feel like I did the right thing.

One member of the TOME production staff takes it upon themselves to reach out to Patrick personally. They discover that he is planning to write more songs/raps that target me. They ask him nicely to stop. He insists that he has to do this. Y'know, make vague allusions to extremely sensitive topics that he lied about in the form of song. Has to do it.

The member of production staff tells Patrick he should seek professional help.

Patrick ignores them.

Patrick continues to engage in behavior that, while not openly hostile or even specifically targeting anyone, is very clearly intended as mockery at best and a threat at worst until 2023 when all of this comes to a head.

In August of 2023, the real victims that Patrick has manipulated make a callout post aimed at myself and TeamFourStar. It specifically cites Patrick's testimony and the songs he has posted. They have been misled, but their anger is understandable.

Within a week, it becomes apparent to all sides that this is Patrick's fault. The person who posted the callout takes it down and apologizes to everyone. Not just me. They apologize to TeamFourStar, and to X.

And only then do I speak publicly about what Patrick has been doing.

I share all of the screencaps I've posted here, and give context. It's all a little muddled as at the time, my cat was dying of terminal cancer and so all of my posts are somewhat scatterbrained and aren't in chronological order. But it's still remarkably clear to everyone that Patrick has manipulated this whole thing, starting in 2019.

And that's only the stuff I feel comfortable sharing.

Since the callout post first dropped in 2023 and I began pointing people's attention toward Patrick, Patrick himself has been entirely silent. He has dropped off the internet with nary a word in defense. Not a single person directly associated with what happened has attempted to dispute my description of events.

This isn't my word versus his. It is my word versus silence.

I have it on good authority that Patrick is alive and well. I am grateful for that much. My attempts have not been to hurt him, but to defend myself. My efforts have not been to hunt him down and crucify him, but to make people aware of what transpired - and what could have easily been undone by Patrick/Shady just choosing to stop.

Instead a number of victims, and people who never did a thing, experienced a considerable amount of trauma as a result of his thoughtless and spiteful actions.

Patrick is a remarkably talented individual, and it makes me sad I have to be the one to show people who he is. I genuinely think all of this could have been avoided. It's so meaningless. It's just pain on top of pain.

And Patrick stood in the center of it all, not just pulling people's strings but practically uprooting them and then acting like he didn't do a thing.

I'm not expecting an apology, and I'm not asking for his cancelation, whatever shape that would take. But I do think it's important that people know this happened, that he chose this.

He did this for almost no reason to a person he considered a friend, who worked on videos with him.

It just seems like the responsible thing, to make sure people are somewhat aware that he could do this to them if they aren't cautious and careful and super aware.

I'm sorry to anyone disappointed and hurt by all of this information.

Believe me, I understand.

[south-sea]

i've been promising it for ages, so here are finally some notes on the two iterations of black arms/doom i write for. in this house we ignore the "black doom is an evil space tyrant for the sake of being an evil space tyrant" thing and have fun exploring his motives from different angles

(it's because i had no idea that was even a thing until like a week ago. i've always thought the motivator was Just Food, and i like that significantly more.)

i like to think of eclipse's paternal qualities as something telling to black doom/the species as a whole, at least outside of canon instances. so that's an intentional trend across both.

it's also intentionally implied the alt arms are more or less what aruna's hive could/would have turned out like if he were less traditionally stubborn and foolhardy.

as for their plans and how things ended up:

alt doom started out as generally interested in how humanity might progress. once in contact with gerald, his plan was to trade his DNA for the chaos emeralds as a source of energy for the black comet, as its at-the-time power would have been mostly depleted by the time it circled back around in 50 years. this agreement was doomed to fail; both he and gerald almost immediately realized how badly it could backfire, got paranoid, and mutually planned to destroy each other. the fact humans are good sustenance for the black arms was just a convenient bonus at that point.

given shadow didn't make it past SA2 on this timeline, it left sonic to defeat the black arms. and in sonic fashion, this meant putting them in their place and sending them packing without properly destroying them.

alt doom is not so much one to accept he's been beaten, and more one to re-approach something from a different angle once he realizes his methods were flawed. this leads to him picking up and just going Somewhere Else. he's a scientist too, on some level. he can figure it out. and he does. rather than being all traditional and stubborn, he learns to work with other species, which in turn leads to securing better/more diverse materials, more ethical/convenient food sources, etc. the arms' population booms and advances at breakneck pace from then on. they diversify and spread out. without having to fight for survival, things are chill. it's considered the good end.

aruna's is the bad end. shadow is present on this timeline, and summarily wrecks his entire shit (for good reason).

the trouble with aruna's hive is it was in a constant state of nutritional deficit. they were the multiverse's scavengers, tending to pick planets clean whose populations were already critically low. not for any moral or ethical reason, just that the hive itself was so comparatively small in numbers, they didn't much have a choice.

this led to desperation. he got Tired of it. his last ditch effort to secure some means of easier travel/means to acquire food was to obtain the chaos emeralds. so he struck a deal with gerald, as these things always go.

he comes back 50 years later, finds his son has sided with the humans, and just snaps. just goes absolutely nuclear. if the deal isn't going to be upheld, and shadow sees the black arms as The Enemy, then he's just going to take the emeralds (and by extension the whole planet itself) by force. he's done playing nice. he and his people are starving. have been starving for enough years he's lost count.

this ends with the entire comet being blown up, and that's the last thing he sees as he's falling back to earth.

what all goes on after that point is between nobody but him, the multiverse's worst and, somehow, eventually, a familiar fallen god. (it's going in another aruna-centric post, some day, maybe, i hope.)

there's even still more i could say about how their respective hives operated and how they interacted with them personally, but that also needs to go in another post because this one's already long enough. but oh man is there more to say.

(and a shoutout/direct link to @motobug as always for the mobian design)

[ezdotjpg]

forgive me if it's been asked before but alt. hobbies for your bonus links?? would guess mage has a thing for gardening and fishing because of his uncle's apple orchard with a nearby pond but i'm curious!

ooo I like that for mage! he also spends a LOT of time reading. Like anything he can get his hands on. He’s reading the driest tome abt the history of hyrulean property taxes ever put to paper

ok I have more some of these might be repeats sorry

Loft really loves woodcarving but he hasn’t been able to do it as much since he has tremors in his right hand now. he’s getting better with his left though! I feel like he might have also liked other crafts like knitting or crocheting but encounters the same problems with those. do death-defying stunts with his loftwing (safe for the loftwing, batshit for him) count as a hobby. he jumps off cliffs for fun. if u asked him what his favorite hobby is he would say it’s sleeping

Mask loves fishing too! for some reason I feel like he’d also be good at like. idk. weaving shit out of grass. he’s basket weaving. he’s making bracelets. he makes flower crowns for the cows. I like to imagine he and malon come up with a lot of games to play together with their own elaborate sets of rules. does that count as a hobby

Wolf likes to bake! he also reads a lot tho I love the headcanon that it’s like. 95% garbage romance novels. love that for him. Also fishing! I think he would also like gardening

War dances! Mostly only when he’s by himself if it’s not in formal setting like a ball. He has no other hobbies <- desperately needs them

Mini builds machines out of garbage. most of them are harmless. sometimes he’s an evil mastermind. I think he’d like sculpting things out of clay too

Mirror makes jewelry but that’s more of his profession. He’s taken up drawing and painting! noting the irony lol. he always has a sketchbook on him. i think he likes watercolors. He really likes fashion! He can sew and embroider.

Spirit also invents contraptions but that’s also his job. Knowing everything about trains is also his job. I think maybe he does not have many hobbies that aren’t also his job. Hm. Actually he really likes playing his flute I think he makes up his own songs on it. If u asked him I think he would also say his favorite hobby is sleeping

I think. Wake likes to collect weird stuff he finds in the ocean or on beaches lol. Like salvaging? It’s weird seashells. It’s cool pieces of driftwood. It’s rusty swords that wash ashore. it’s objects from another time. He taught himself to play the trumpet. He loves to sing and he’s so bad at it. If he spots a piece of rope he’s tying an elaborate series of complicated, artful knots

I think Slate really likes climbing. Like yeah he does it to get around but sometimes he just climbs giant cliffs for fun. Lots of active stuff like shield-surfing and sandseal racing! He treats riding horses as more of a hobby than a means of travel. He loves hearing stories from ppl a stables, if that counts. Game nights w the locals in Hateno. He grows different plants he finds in hyrule in his room in Hateno and Zelda does experiments with them when he’s not home lol.

[beegswaz]

OK WOO!!!! JEREMEJEVITE DESIGN BREAKDOWN! KINDA!

This may end up being A long post, so it Will be tagged as such for filtering :) ONWARDS!!!!

Starting this off with her Initial concept sketches! I was trying to figure out what her face should Look like, and I think the left image Was closer to what I wanted, both in how her Hair looks and how her face Looks (even if it's A bit simple)

The singular head horn stuck Around throughout the Entire design! You'll see some attempt passes at Giving her more spikes to fit with Cleos original design, as featured above the sketches :) (the gems were All decided right when I made the document, so Any relation to other fusions is Just a coincidence!)

You can see it in The left sketch, but Originally I tried to Give Jeremejevite Pearls' almost crescent hair swoop, which Stuck around for a good while :) This is the Only other time Jeremejevite will have Long hair too, which goes to Show how little attachment I had to it..

Originally she was Going to be in a sort of Suit, as seen somewhat in the right sketch. This idea instantly fell through, but The pattern on the collar accidentally makes A resurgence in her Final design!

Her technical first finished design! This is where I ironed out a lot of ideas you'll See later on, like gem placements, rough colour scheme, limbs, and Her split-dyed hair!

...As noted to the right of her, this Design was WAYYYY too Cleo-heavy, I was basically just Turning her MC skin into A gem! I hastily tried to Make up for that with Scotts' coat-thing and Pearls' sleeves, which..... Somehow made Jeremejevite look MORE like Cleo..???

This is the last time you'll Ever see her with long hair, or With two eyes on Her faces left half, among some other things (Like the Shirt from Cleos' MC skin)

Right after this I made a test sketch before Asking for help from my mutuals/followers.

RIGHT HERE was when I decided she would have Short hair (That... Ended up getting Shorter the more I drew her..?)

The fur collar goes Kind of hard, I won't lie, but I am still very happy with What I ended up with. Around here I was still trying to mix Pearl, Scott, and Cleos' designs, which had... varying Success rates.

AND HERE IS THE DESIGN MY FRIEND @biggitybugs MADE! You all should follow it btw, he helped me A ton with figuring out this design, and also its art is amazing <3

You can see a few things that made it Into the final design! Namely the top, the hair and skin Colour, and the Boots! This was also when I realised I used too much red/pink in The original design (Though I don't believe I remedied that in The final design..)

A sketch of her second design! (Third, if we're Counting bugs design) I started straying away from Mixing the three gems designs and instead I started making her seem Like her own character.

Some things ended up in the Final design, and you can See I swapped the Side that was "dyed", which is Also carried over to the last Design :)

I ended up turning to Pinterest and Looking up "Alt Fashion" which, barely Helped me, but it Kicked off the Jacket and the weird undershirt gloves! I also looked up "Steven Universe OCs" to see some Other design conventions, but I just ended up scrolling and Looking at the cool Designs..

I did a designing Stream a few days ago where I tried to get more outside Input, and Kayden (@spottedside) ended Up saying she should have chains And a cropped jacket + crop top. Which. Oh My God. I forgot those Weird cropped cut jackets existed and it Changed. Basically everything.

There's not much to Note in these sketches, aside from the small right one being the Most similar to the final design. You can even see the neck Chains!

Aaaand the final design! I still believe I overdid the red and maroon, but I think this design is ACTUALLY the better of the 3 (4?). I could still stand to Edit this design, but I am currently happy with where I am. However, I implore anyone who wants to To edit this design with their own tweaks! Just, yk, credit me Somewhere for the initial design :)

And no, the chains and cuffs Don't mean anything, they're just dope. (Do you see what I meant about the First sketches collar design Making a reappearance?)

[local-redhead-bookworm]

So I was thinking about the whole “Billy isn’t really a metalhead” thing that happened thanks to German Stranger Con, and I have more reasons to disagree with that take.

Find any elder goth or metalhead or alt person of any kind on the internet and the first thing they’ll tell you is that it doesn’t matter how you dress, if you listen to metal you’re a metalhead. If you listen to goth, you’re goth. Whatever the case may be. You don’t have to wear the fashion to like the music.

But another point I saw an elder goth on tiktok bring up is that, if you didn’t have supportive parents you usually couldn’t dress alternative. Now I know that Eddie is from a low-income household, but the fact of the matter is that Wayne clearly supports Eddie in all his hobbies, from DnD to music. Wayne understands that Eddie is expressing himself through his fashion and supports his nephew’s interests.

Now consider Billy. His family is lower middle class, so as far as money goes, they’re only slightly above the Munsons in terms of income. But Neil is highly abusive and calls Billy a slur for merely primping himself up for a date. Clearly he wouldn’t support Billy dressing alternative. Also, look at Billy’s room. His vanity is a mirror propped up on a few crates and his bed is sitting directly on the floor. His wardrobe has a total of roughly 11 pieces, going off what he wears in the show. He doesn’t have the money to dress alternative, nor would Neil let him. But none of that makes Billy a poser, because we see that he listens to the music and that’s all that counts.

[elvenbeard]

💄 (lipstick) and 🐞 (ladybug) for vince if you're still doing these! :D

Thanks so much for asking!! :D And yes I do, just a bit slow with responding atm xD

💄 (lipstick) - What does your oc think of their face? Do they have a positive or negative opinion? Do they wear makeup? Do they have a skincare routine? What traits do they like most about their face?

He definitely considers himself good-looking and likes his face! Which wasn't always the case, especially when he was younger, pre-T, he didn't like looking at himself in the mirror. But he does now, likes his bone structure, likes his big nose, can't complain XD He wears makeup, obviously, smudgy dark eyeliner and lipstick, nail polish too if that counts, bc why not. He would claim there is no deeper meaning than fashion behind it, but esp. the eyeliner I would say is a way to make him look a bit more mysterious, darker, maybe even scarier than he really is. War paint, if you like XD

Also yeh, he 100% has a skin care and a hair care routine, but I know too little about that myself to be able to really go into it in detail xD He does take care of himself in that regard, especially in the dark future when you don't have RealSkinn or sth like that and don't wanna get skin cancer and whatnot from all the (UV) radiation, you gotta take care of your meat body XD

🐞 (ladybug) - What does a perfect day look like for your oc? What do they do? Who do they see?

Ooohhhh!! Hmmmmm it always depends a bit on whether it's just a regular work day, vacation, etc etc.

The closest to an almost perfect day Vince ever had was how the morning after "Boat Drinks" plays out in my hc XD He and Kerry had spent the night at V's apartment, so they woke up together (maybe with a little bit more than just cuddling involved, too XD), got ready with Kerry borrowing some of V's clothes (including his favourite T-Shirt, which was Kerry's favourite T-Shirt from then on really XD), and went to go get breakfast at Tom's Diner together (because H10 doesn't have a Caliente's joint smh and Tom's Diner is the next best alternative at least somewhere close by). They just talked a lot, and afterwards V took Kerry on a little NC tour on his bike to show him some favourite places (something they got talking about during breakfast, and some of the locations even Kerry didn't know despite having lived in NC forever). The little impromptu tour ended at Corpo Plaza underneath the holofishies, and V told Kerry a bit about his Arasaka past (which Kerry wasn't aware of until that morning). He also told him about Johnny's/ Alt's plan with Mikoshi, Hanako, etc etc and they talked about a potential future together. Just a lot of deep, very good talks really, on a sunny but not overly hot day.

At some point Kerry has to go back to his place for real then, music and studio stuff, but as he gets back in his car asks V if he'd wanna come over later that night (and V agrees, because he wants to get his favourite T-Shirt back, obviously, nothing else).

The afternoon he'd probably just work on some gigs (bc he is a workaholic and I think a perfect day for him would include some kind of work being done, no matter if active, out-in-the-field type work or just prep and planning for something bigger from home or at the Afterlife). Maybe he'd meet up with another friend for an hour or so, River or Panam or Misty or Vik (just talking, no checkups), or give Judy a long call as she's out of NC at that point already.

And in the evening, after making sure Nibbles is taken care of for the night, he'd head out to Kerry's place to spend some more time together (and here in my hc Kerry actually wouldve went a little out of his way and actually prepared something - be it just some nice finger food or drinks, and maybe clear up at least some of the trash from the bar area outside, even if he didn't have the energy left to take the trash bags away afterwards). Or they order a pizza delivered by drone, and have a fun night hanging out, stargazing, skinny dipping in the lil natural pool, or anything like that XD

That was a pretty perfect day, falling in love a little bit more with someone that you really click with, a little bit of action by zooming through the city on a sportbike, visiting favourite places, many good talks, good food, a little bit of fulfilling work getting done, and still having some time to meet or speak with friends.

[solar-halos]

i’ve skipped so many mood board mondays, so here are a ton of mood boards. they’re all Annie Cresta themed and how i think she’d dress/accessorize in a modern au. this one is gonna be lengthy tho i luv fashion

don’t keep the devil waiting, old friend: queer couture*

comments: this one was the hardest only bc i couldn’t find a lot pics of patchwork jeans + smudged (and ugly in an on-purpose-fuck-beauty-standards type of way) makeup and i feel like that is a fundamental part of annies style in this fic. also shes in hs and i feel like that is the peak of diy-ing things that are ugly but obv pinterest didn’t have much of that. but in the fic she loves red+black color combos and sanrio and also mitski so i included that here. also, had to include a heathers pic. and before anyone says that this doesn’t count as alt pls remember something: i don’t care

* (as in annie is queer in this fic, not that u have to be queer to wear this. just btw)

fond boy with a flower in his heart: lipstick lover*

comments: her style isn’t rlly described that much in the fic but i think it’s very much winx and barbiecore. lipstick lover* to the max. she is also the queen of sporty spice athleisure

*in a “pink panther” by Scene Queen (the musician) way, not a luver of lipstick way. although annie is both in this fic

a deep dive into the mind of annie cresta: man eater couture

credits, first and foremost!

i found the first pic (starting from the top left hand corner) on pinterest. this is the second pic dress pattern. third pic is also pinterest but it gives me johanna and annie vibes. this is the fourth pic (it’s still a tester pattern so i just linked her account!). this is the fifth pic. this is the sixth pic. i found the seventh pic on pinterest. this is the eighth pic. i found the ninth pic on pinterest. this is the tenth pic (can you tell i love madebymolly? lol)

comments: okay, so at first i wanted to focus more on materials like linen bc i think d4 would be more focused on practicality than glam, but as you can tell it’s mostly crochet pieces bc i’ve saved SO many pics that gave me boho beach vibes. but also some outfits (like the green dress!) are outfits i described in the actual fic and then found on instagram later like “wait….. this was literally something i had in my head and they made it into something real.” like how fucking cool is that imagine sewing something from ur own two hands (esp lace!). but also the cheetah (leopard?) print underwear is so annie cresta after she won the games bc i feel like she’d embellish everything she owns like the fashionista she is

miscellaneous: i-t g-i-r-l

ok when i was first pondering abt annie cresta’s style @turtlesandwhales678 put this into the universe and i haven’t been able to stop thinking abt it: vintage styled annie cresta! i know i didn’t do this concept justice bc most of the outfits are condensed to a select few decades but there was an era in my life where i would refuse to post anything on my instagram stories except vintage pictures/photoshoots, so here are some i had in my arsenal that i dug up:

credits!

first pic (top left corner) is from the nanny! love that show u should watch it. i know the second pic looks like an invasion of privacy but i swear it was for a photoshoot in 1969 for life magazine. i found the third pic on pinterest, it’s lisa bonet on “a different world” i believe. the fourth pic is from my instagram stories archive arsenal. same with the fifth pic. this is the sixth pic. seventh pic is from my stories archive. this is the eighth pic

comments: i kinda said everything i needed to at the beginning. the ninth pic is giving me odesta vibes

okay, that’s it! i know this was sooo long but i was scared of uploading it to ao3 cos the last time i did something like that it got taken down. but to be fair it was sorta my fault. anyway this was sooo fun and im in a very big procrastinating mood so i will literally make a mood board out of anything / any other styles. i was thinking abt doing a cottagecore one but i heard that style has racist undertones? idk i haven’t looked into it but i should. anyway bye hope these were pretty

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Yellow Shy Guy

Debut: Certainly not Mario Kart Tour! (It was Super Mario World 2: Yoshi’s Island)

Yeah yeah yeah this is a very Regular Mario Enemy. Yes, you are on the right blog! But this is a Regular Mario Enemy, in a Weird Mario Situation... yeah, it’s another post about the specifics of character alt colors in Mario Kart Tour. I hope you like those!

Shy Guys come in all sorts of colors! They always have! Red may be default, but yellow can always be counted on to make an appearance if other colors are present. It makes sense, since Yellow is one of the main characters of Colors. Do you consider the primary colors to be red/blue/yellow or magenta/cyan/yellow? Doesn’t matter! Yellow is there! Please do not bring up RGB. But if you do, I will simply retort that the powers of red and green light must combine to give rise to the mighty Yellow!

Yellow Shy Guy is also very often playable! In older, more limited games, the default red may be the only one playable, but these days you can confidently expect Yellow Shy Guy to be an option. If you were lucky in Mario Kart DS download play, you might be assigned Yellow Shy Guy by random chance! Yellow Shy Guy finally became selectable in Mario Kart 8′s DLC, which to me is more appealing than any of the added characters. While my favorite color is light blue, I am a big fan of Yellow Shy Guy, and find his green shoes more fashionable than Light-Blue Shy Guy’s red ones!

But then, along came Mario Kart Tour. Red Shy Guy was the first one present, no problem with that! We all knew the rest would come soon enough. But they came in a weird order! Black, pink, green, light blue, blue, white, orange... At the time of Orange Shy Guy’s release, it had been nearly three and a half years since the game launched. And yet, still no sign of that classic yellow fellow? I’m normally mellow, but that makes me want to bellow! Even a gold Shy Guy was added... gold. The coward’s yellow!

On the wiki’s list of Shy Guy colors, Yellow is among the only ones not using a render from Tour, instead being shown using one from Dr. Mario World, in a different pose. Yellow looks like an impostor among all these others! I’m here if he ever needs to vent.

According to Mario Super Sluggers, Yellow Shy Guy loves to steal. Hey! Stealing is bad! Is that why you’re not allowed in Tour, Yellow Shy Guy? Green Shy Guy loves to hit and run, but that’s okay. Mario Kart is all about vehicular violence. They love that kind of attitude!

This all being said, Yellow Shy Guy is technically playable in Tour, though as a variant in the form of Yellow Shy Guy (Explorer). This is an act of community service, as Yellow Shy Guy is graciously role-playing as an old-timey prospector as seen in the new version of Sunset Wilds, replacing the racist usage of Shy Guys from the GBA version of the track. Thank you, Yellow Shy Guy! But still, he should not have to hide himself behind a costume to get a place in the roster. Or I guess a second costume, in this case. When will being a humble Yellow Shy Guy be seen as enough...?

Poor Yellow Shy Guy. But oh? What is that, under the read more of this post? Wow! I can’t believe it! What a thing to behold! You should click Read More, so you can see it!

Donkey Kong is finally getting a costumed variant, and about time too! Congratulations to him! Sorry to Yellow Shy Guy though. Yellow Shy Guy is not Donkey Kong, you see. Unless he IS Donkey Kong under his robes and mask, and gorillas can be compressed into much smaller states than I was aware of.

...Huh? What’s that, live studio audience of children? There’s something I’m missing? There’s something else of note in this tour? Oh! Thank you for letting me know! Let’s see...

HOORAY!!!!!

Yellow Shy Guy loves to steal, it’s true. And he is especially great at stealing the show! I am so proud of Yellow Shy Guy for finally making it into Mario Kart Tour! #YellowShyGuySweep! It makes me want to play as Yellow Shy Guy in Mario Kart 8, which is a much better game where you can access Yellow Shy Guy quickly and easily.

To celebrate our friend’s victory, if you have Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, you could play the custom Yellow Mode I made up! Here are the rules:

1. All humans must play as Yellow Shy Guy, and use only the yellowest of kart parts!

2. Only yellow items may be used! This means Coin, Banana, Triple Banana, Golden Mushroom, Star, and Lightning!

3. Only yellow courses are allowed! There are not that many yellow courses, so you can use your imagination here. For example, Toad Circuit features a big Yellow Toad balloon, and untextured Yellow sand! Wario’s Gold Mine is about mining some Yellow Minerals! Ice Ice Outpost features a whole yellow track, but don’t even think about driving on the green one!

And speaking of yellow tracks... I hope everyone’s looking forward to the Simpson Tour, featuring the new Springfield Streetrace track! Mario Kart Tour? More like Mario BART Tour! Aye carumba!

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

My first sewing class went SO WELL!

I'm almost in tears.

Story time!

Jump back with me, twenty years. I'm in my last year of high school, thinking about the future. The only thing I genuinely saw myself doing was either writing, or being a fashion designer and sewist. I took every single fashion and design tech class my high school offered. I took part in the yearly fashion show each year, submitting multiple creations as well as modelling. My final year, I headed the committee that organised the fucking thing. We were an art and tech school, the fashion show was one of the biggest deals of the year along with the school musical.

When I wasn't writing, I was designing and sewing. Everything from goth queen of the night gowns for lurking in cemeteries by candlelight to alt punk battle gear that probably doubled as a weapon it had so much shrapnel embedded in it. I was doing it all. And I was planning to pursue it in college.

There were two obstacles in the way, however. My final year design teacher, and her attempts at trying to turn a different student into her teacher's pet.

See, the proceeds from the year-end fashion show? It was supposed to get divvied up between all the students who took part. This was so it would help reimburse their material costs from the past year. And little goth 17 year old Tiger was dirt fucking poor (okay, granted, not much changed there...) and I was quite literally banking on that money to help cover college fees.

Instead, the teacher decided -without consulting anyone- that she was going to take the entire amount, and give it to the student she had been trying to turn into a pet. I'm talking thousands of dollars.

I was devastated. Not just because I wasn't getting money back that I was really counting on, but it was like I was being told that I wasn't worth the investment. All my hard work that I had been putting in for years meant nothing. I gave up on my dream of college.

I kept sewing though. I kept building my skills and learning new ones and turning those skills into garments.

And now I'm sharing those skills with students. I am a sewing instructor. Take THAT high school teacher whose name escapes me because I have tried to erase as much about her from my mind as I could!

Oh, and the student she gave all that money to? She spent it on a new custom paint job and rims for her truck.

[semitransparent-glob]

if you were to redesign the sdr2 cast what would u do

hehehe idk if i would go for a total redesign for a lot of the charas bc i really like a lot of the designs in dr2, especially ppl like ibuki, kazuichi, and gundham. :^)

I think the biggest thing i would change would be that I would give half the girls pants, and do a complete redesign of akane's outfit to actually fit her character. She would wear something sporty and comfortable, something she can move in, but maybe not branded sportswear. Like maybe a loose tshirt and some gym shorts. I think she doesnt care about fashion and would pretty much wear whatever she can get that is the most comfortable and least restrictive.

Peko would be another that gets pants, for a similar reason. And i think chiaki would wear sweatpants. AND i don't like how fitting chiaki's sweater is. I wish it was looser and more cozy looking.

I've seen a lot of great mikan redesigns that make her actually look like a nurse, but medical stuff bothers me a bit so i haven't really thought about how I would mess with her design much. I think it would be cool if she wore some custom scrubs.

Idk if messing with body types counts as redesigning but ofc i would fix the weird anatomy with the imposter and teruteru. And plenty of the other charas are too skinny but that's getting more into just my headcanons lol.

I think hajime could benefit a lot from some design changes, namely adding a few points of interest that aren't his tie. But I understand that his design is meant to be plain and unassuming, but if I had the choice I would add small details that imply he's an alt kid wannabe who is restricted by strict parents and a rigid school dress code. Like he paints his nails but his parents won't let him get piercings so he has to settle for clip on earrings and he loses them constantly.

last thing i would do i think is change nagito's shoes to look less ridiculous

but yeah that's pretty much it because i like a lot of the dr2 designs as they are. 🤔 the sprites and art for that game is prob my fav in the series. sdr2 has some vibrancy to the color choices that add a lot that thh and v3 are lacking sometimes.

[formulauno98]

Once Upon a Time in Montreal | Chapter Five // Part 2

Good morning Montreal. When you woke up in unfamiliar surroundings the reality hit of what you'd just done. Now that you'd crossed the line would you ever be able to return?

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: References to sex

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

SUNDAY AM

Waking up the following morning in Toto’s bed the reality of what you’d done sank in. You’d slept with the boss, violating every HR rule in the book. On one hand, you felt sick, just as things had started to click in your role you’d fucked it up, but on the other hand, you were ridiculously happy with last night’s turn of events and something about it felt right. One thing was for certain, you hadn’t even got the excuse of drinking last night as you’d barely drank half a glass of wine before you’d fallen for Toto’s charms. 

Your first task of the day would be to extricate yourself from Toto’s vice-like grip. To your surprise, he was a cuddler and hadn’t let you go all night. In different circumstances, you would have said I-Do right then and there but you had to remember that he was your boss and this was a wildly inappropriate sackable offence.

Wriggling around, you tried to get free but it just was not going to happen. Having tried your best you figured you could at least reach for your phone on the nightstand and check your emails and messages. You felt incredibly guilty for missing the team dinner and hoped that your colleagues wouldn’t be too upset. Extending an arm, you managed to just about reach your phone, leaning back into Toto’s arms as you scrolled through your messages.

No worries Y/N, we will see you next time! x

Sophie had sent that following your message about having a call with Toto. Less understanding was Tom.

Why did you ditch us for the boss? He’s boring! Come after your call!

Eyeing behind you, Toto was still sound asleep. As close as you were to him, often calling each other all sorts of names, you knew he wouldn’t appreciate others calling him boring. You typed out a reply.

Sorry Tom, I’ve just seen this. I actually went to bed straight after the call. Hope you guys had fun! Y/N.

Next up was Lewis, a surprise to you as he very rarely messaged you.

Hey Y/N, what happened to you and Toto? We miss you! x

Again, you typed out a measured reply.

I’m so sorry we had a call and it ran late. I’ll be there next time, hope you had fun! x

Just as the sending whoosh sounded, the man who was still clutching you for dear life finally stirred.

“Morning,” he said, his voice gravelly, kissing your neck from behind and running his hand over your stomach. “What time is it?”

“Morning,” you smiled, “Five to seven.”

“Mmm so we have an hour before we need to get ready.” he said, his hand creeping lower, “Why are you on your phone already?”

“You have an hour, I have half an hour, I need to be at the track before you.” you said, grabbing his wandering hand and moving it back up to waist level, “And I had a bunch of messages from people asking me where I was last night, even Lewis!”

“Mmm but give me ten minutes,” he said pressing into your back, definitely wide awake now. “Why did Lewis message you?”

“Scared you’ve got competition?” you smirked, “As much as I would love to stay in bed with you, I really need to go.”

“I wouldn’t blame you, he’s young and has good fashion sense,” Toto said, looking slightly wistful.

“Oh my God, are you really saying that? I’m in bed with you, I think it’s obvious who I like.” you said, turning around to face him, “Even if it is wildly inappropriate and if anyone finds out I’ll be fired.”

Toto looked concerned, reaching out to caress your face, “Please know that I would never let that happen.”

Not entirely convinced you replied, “That’s very sweet but trust me I know the press and if they got wind of this it’s game over.”

Toto sighed, rolling over onto his back, his hands reaching up to ruffle his hair. “You’re right but I don’t think it’s the worst thing in the world.”

“Tell that to the board,” you said dryly, sitting up, wincing slightly as you were still sore from the previous night’s activities. You swung your legs out of the bed and started looking around for your abandoned clothes, coming to the swift realisation that you were going to have to do the walk of shame in last night's clothes back to your room. 

“This is stupid. It’s no one else’s business what we do in the privacy of our own rooms. It’s not like I’m fucking you in the middle of a team briefing.” said Toto groaning and sitting up, avidly watching you dip around naked picking up various items of clothing. 

“That’s a charming turn of phrase,” you said, turning around and slingshotting your underwear back at him, hitting him square in the face.

“I’ll keep those,” he said, pretending to pocket them.

“Creep,” you said, returning to the bed to dip down and kiss him once more. Something about him was easy and natural, you supposed it helped the fact that you’d spent a lot of time together over the past year, both in and out of work. You were comfortable enough to tease the hell out of each other and were always laughing.

You squealed as he pulled you down back on top of him and back under the covers, your resistance no match for his strength, “Toto!”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he said, peppering your shoulders and chest with kisses before finding your lips. You were torn as you needed to go and be a responsible adult but were worried that this would be a one-time thing so you wanted to make the most of it.

Breaking the kiss, you snuggled into the crook of Toto’s shoulder, draping an arm across his broad chest as he cuddled you close “How about we make a deal.” you said, smiling, “If I go now, we do this again sometime soon?”

Your head on his chest, you could feel Toto’s heart beating fast against your ear. Curious about what he was going to say to your suggestion, you craned your neck up, “Or we could never speak of this again. Whatever you prefer.”

Toto whipped his head down, “Absolutely the first. Do you?”

“Want to do this again? Of course I do,” you said, meeting his uncertain brown eyes kindly.

His face relaxed and he cracked a smile, “I’m glad you said that. I thought you would wake up full of regret like you did in Baku.”

“Oh gosh, I’m still sorry I cried like that,” you said, a little sheepish, “It wasn’t you, it was me.”

Toto laughed, “I’ve heard that one before.”

You patted him on the chest, “I highly doubt that. But this is different. I was one hundred per cent sober. I blew off the team for you.”

“You blow all of the team?” Toto said, chuckling away to himself.

“You are a nightmare.” you said, kissing him one last time before jumping out of bed and slipping on last night’s clothes, “Go back to sleep, you can have your half-hour lie in.”

As if on cue Toto yawned, “Maybe just five minutes. Can I at least see you out?”

Now fully dressed you wandered back over to the bed to where the sleepy man lay, looking very cosy, engulfed in the white duvet, “Honestly it’s fine, get your beauty sleep and I’ll see you at the track.” You bent down to kiss him one more time.

“Well if you are sure.” he said, smiling as you made your way to the door before calling out, “Y/N, let’s be discreet though.”

Slightly put out by his words, you replied carefully, “Of course, it’s my middle name.”

“I know. It’s why we hired you,” he said as you made your way out.

You weren’t sure how to take the last exchange with Toto, it was as if a switch flipped and he’d gone into Team Principal mode. Looking both ways down the corridor you crept towards the elevator, praying you wouldn’t run into anyone you knew. Half of the team were staying in the same hotel and you knew they’d inevitably be a few early risers.

As the elevator bell pinged to signal it was on Toto’s floor you were relieved to find it empty. Stepping inside you prayed that no one would call it to the floor in between yours and Toto’s. Unfortunately, luck was not on your side today and the elevator came to a halt, pinging again as the doors opened to reveal a surprised-looking Sophie and Lara, yours and Toto’s respective EAs, dressed in their gym kits ready for a morning workout.

“Good morning Y/N,” said Lara, clearly looking your outfit up and down. “Such a shame you couldn’t make it last night. That’s a smart outfit for race day.”

Thinking rapidly on the spot you mustered the best lie you could come up with, “I know, I was annoyed I had to miss it. I just had a breakfast with Toto and a retailer who would potentially be interested in working with us.”

“Oh, that’s interesting. Who was it? I don’t recall anything being in the diary.” said Lara.

“It came about after our call last night,” you replied vaguely, hoping she wouldn’t ask anymore.

“Oh yes, of course, the call last night. Again, I didn’t have it in the diary. Toto needs to keep me in the loop as how am I supposed to manage his diary if I don’t know about half of these things?” she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Inwardly laughing at the thought of Lara scheduling your late night and early rendezvous in the diary, you replied, “You know how he is, a typically disorganised man. I’m sorry I missed the dinner, it was thanks to him.”

Lara nodded in agreement as the elevator pinged to signal you had reached your floor. Phew.

“That’s me, I’ll see you both shortly,” you said as you stepped out.

“See you later Y/N,” they said in unison.

Relieved that they seemed to buy your cover you dropped a text to Toto to make sure he had the same alibi.

I just bumped into Lara in the elevator, if she asks can you say that we had a breakfast meeting with a retailer?

You made your way along the corridor, praying you wouldn’t bump into anyone else and could finally breathe once you were back in your room. You quickly set about showering and getting ready for the day ahead.

SUNDAY PM

As you always worked ahead, you’d spent a productive morning locked away in your office, figuring out the schedule for the upcoming British Grand Prix. It was going to be a huge moment for the team with your two British drivers and the media requests had been pouring in. Interest in George was now almost matched to that of Lewis and you knew it was going to be interesting as the young driver’s career trajectory grew.

Lost in your thoughts your phone buzzed, it was Toto replying to your text earlier.

Shit I just saw this. I told Lara I was sick so stayed in bed this morning.

Your hands flew to your face, Lara was a smart cookie and would not take long to put two and two together.

Shit.

Toto replied quickly.

Indeed. Will you come down to the garage? I’d like you to be here for the race.

Surprised that he was asking you as he normally allowed you to decide when and where you would be needed, you started gathering your things and replied.

Of course, see you in five.

———

Perched beside Toto at the large desk in the middle of the garage you felt very awkward. You often sat beside him during races but after last night’s events, you felt as if all eyes were on you. It was silly as all eyes were always on Toto, multiple cameras waiting for him to do or say something they could use. What didn’t help was the knowing smile he kept giving you every so often. When George made a particularly daring overtake, bringing him up to P3, Toto could barely contain his joy and reached over and squeezed your thigh without a care in the world. Grateful that the cameras couldn’t see your side of the desk you shot him a look, hoping he’d realise it wasn’t the best idea. He got the memo and shifted guiltily and developed a sudden interest in one of the plethora of charts on the screen in front of him.

As the race drew to a close, it was becoming evident that it was likely to be another double podium finish for the Mercedes boys. Lewis has held onto P2 and George P3, another solid result for the team. As they approached the sixty-eight lap in the seventy-lap race, your phone began to buzz. Your team were busy prepping for what was now going to be a hectic few hours. The press team were ready to go with Rosie standing by to facilitate the podium interviews.

I’m heading down now, I’ll be there ready.

You hastily typed a response, instructing Rosie to delegate to George and Lewis’ press assistants.

Thanks Rosie, send Emily and Olivia to the media pen.

Rosie replied.

Will do.

Thankful for your very efficient WhatsApp group you sat back as you watched Lewis and George cross the line. The garage erupted in cheers and before you could even blink Toto had scooped you up into an enthusiastic embrace, much tighter than he normally would. 

Letting you go, he gazed down and exclaimed “What a great day Y/N!”

You smiled at him fondly, he was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve, a quality that had drawn you to him right from the get-go. 

“A very good day indeed,” you said tactfully, mindful that eyes and ears were on you.

Toto smiled back and turned to congratulate the rest of the team as you were met with plenty of hugs and backslaps from all angles. Although neither driver had achieved P1, results like this meant that you were clawing your way back up the constructor's championship, something that meant the world to the team.

As the celebrations quietened down, you nudged Toto and said, “I think you should get out there for the podium.”

“Ah yes, I’ll go in a minute.” he said, slipping his arm around you casually, “Will you come with me?”

Before you had a chance to reply, Lara came sauntering over, her gaze immediately dropping to where Toto’s hand was draped around your hip, just a little too low to be friendly. Noticing this, Toto immediately dropped his arm to his sides, making you inwardly groan at his lack of subtlety.

“Toto! What a result! How are you feeling?” she asked, shooting you a strange look.

“Much better thank you. We had a breakfast meeting this morning and I think I ate something bad.” Toto said.

Lara’s face dropped as she had obviously wanted to call you both out on your misaligned stories, “Oh I see, I was confused when you told me you were in bed sick and Y/N said you were at a breakfast. That makes sense.” 

“Yes, I’m lucky I didn’t eat the salmon,” you said, content in knowing that Lara wouldn’t challenge her boss any further.

“Sounds like it.” said Lara, looking unconvinced, “Can I check if you are taking the plane tonight Y/N? I didn’t have you on the list but Sophie mentioned you both wanted to fly with us.”

You raised an eyebrow, as Toto interjected, “They should be on the list, why are they not?”

“Sophie didn’t put the request in last week,” said Lara defensively. You weren’t surprised by her tone, Lara was an odd one, she wasn’t friendly with many others on the team and you’d noticed she’d gotten frostier the more time you’d spent with Toto. You wondered if she was jealous in a way. She’d worked with Toto for almost five years and was sometimes very defensive of him. You’d tried to delve into the dynamic with Toto but he seemed relatively content with his EA, happy that she managed his diary, fetched his lunch and picked up his dry cleaning.

“Is that a new process?” you asked, unaware that Sophie normally did this.

“Well… yes.” said Lara, pausing, “We now need to give a list of names before we fly.”

“I see,” you said, not happy that she had tried to blame your EA for something she wasn’t aware of. The two of them were the perfect frenemies, often going tit for tat.

“Is there anything else Lara?” asked Toto, not impressed either.

“No, that’s all,” Lara replied, tight-lipped. “I’ll see you both later.”

As Lara picked her way back through the throng, you turned to Toto, “That was really weird.”

Toto nodded, “I think I need to remind her of our no-blame policy. She’s always quick to pass the buck to someone else.”

“Guys, they’re getting ready to come out on the podium,” called out a voice from the garage entrance. It was Rosie, making sure everyone was in place for the celebrations.

“Just coming.” called out Toto in reply before gathering the team to make your way out.

———

That evening you found yourself on the jet back to your base in the UK. It was a very different atmosphere to the one on the way there as the plane was full to the brim with your colleagues. You were sat in your usual spot opposite Toto, alongside James and Mark across the aisle, the Strategy Director and Chief Engineer. They didn’t fly on the jet often but Toto wanted them back in the UK asap in preparation for Silverstone.

George and Rosie were sat directly diagonally from you, snuggled up in one chair watching a film on George’s iPad. Their relationship was still under wraps with the press but the team were all well aware of the two young lovebirds and regularly had to witness their PDAs. 

Bringing up the rear of the place were Lara and Sophie who had been furiously whispering to each other for most of the flight. You made a mental note to have a word with Sophie on her return to the office and warn her of her colleague’s intentions. The two of them had been glancing your way and you were certain that Lara was filling Sophie in on Toto’s alleged illness.

You tried to pay it no mind and spent a few hours tapping away on your laptop, not saying a single word to Toto. As dinner was about to be served, you closed your laptop and put it away. George took this as an opportunity to make his way over to you, perching on the armrest of Toto’s chair.

“What’s going on? I’ve never seen you two so quiet,” he asked. 

“Just busy with work,” you replied. Toto nodding in agreement.

“Oh, I thought you’d had a fight or something,” George said innocently.

“No, not at all. We’re very happy,” said Toto, in a tone that suggested he was anything but.

“Hm, something is up,” said George astutely.

“Honestly, not at all.” you said, aware that Lara and Sophie had stopped chatting, obviously eavesdropping, “It’s been a long weekend.”

“For sure,” said George, just as the cabin crew started to make their way in with dinner and drinks. “Right, I’m going to head back over there for dinner. Glad you’re not fighting.”

You laughed, “George, believe me, if we were having a fight you’d hear it, we’re not the quietest people.”

“That’s true,” chimed James and Mark in unison from across the aisle, two men who were well aware of your temper.

“Oh really?” you said, raising your eyebrow and folding your arms, making the two men blush and Toto laugh.

“Well…” started James, before Toto interrupted, “She’s a firecracker no?”

You whipped your head around to shoot Toto a glare, “You can talk.”

“Ooh tension, I knew it,” said George, chuckling away from his seat.

Fortunately, before you could think of a sassy retort, a steward appeared with your dinner. Ratatouille with a generous piece of steak. Definitely an upgrade from the typical airline fare.

“Thank you,” you said, as he set it down in front of you.

“Wine, madame?” he asked.

“Do you know what, I think I will.” you replied, “Can I please get some red?”

“Of course,” he said as he set about pouring you a small glass.

“Wine?” asked Toto, his eyebrow-raising.

“Why not? We had a double podium finish and the rest of the guys will be celebrating tonight,” you said.

“True,” he said before asking the steward for a glass for himself. “Can I please get one too?”

———

The rest of the flight passed uneventfully, with everyone dropping off to sleep following your dinner. You woke up with a start as the cabin lights started to get brighter, rubbing your eyes as you came to. Toto was still fast asleep, as were Mark and James. George and Rosie were once again glued to their iPad and Lara and Sophie were busy on their phones.

You decided to take the opportunity to freshen up and as you passed Lara and Sophie on the way to the bathroom, Lara reached her arm out to grab you.

“Y/N, what was really going on this morning? Did you go out on Saturday night with Toto?”

Surprised by how boldly she asked, you were taken aback, “No not at all, we had a call on Saturday night and a breakfast meeting in the morning.”

“But why were you dressed like you were going out?” Lara asked.

“I wore clothes from the retailer we were speaking with. Yes, they were a little dressy for breakfast but Toto asked me to.” you retorted, not happy that an EA was quizzing you.

“Oh I see, Toto asked you to dress like that?” Lara smirked.

“Well not exactly but it was all I had from them at short notice.” you said, her smug demeanour infuriating you, “If you don’t mind I need to use the bathroom.”

“Sure, no problem,” she smiled tightly. Sophie looked rather shocked at the exchange and you felt awkward for your young EA. She was very different to Lara, perhaps less organised but much kinder and more personable. 

“Sophie, while I remember, can you please put some time in for us together on Tuesday morning? We’ve got a lot to go through for Silverstone,” you said.

“Of course, does ten work?” asked Sophie.

“That’s perfect, thank you, Sophie,” you said, making your way past and into the bathroom.

As you busied yourself taking off your make-up and slathering on your cleanser, toner and moisturiser, you couldn’t help but be annoyed by Lara’s line of questioning. It was disrespectful to you and disrespectful to Toto. You didn’t want to bother Toto with your worries but if she carried on with this attitude you knew you’d have to say something. 

Mindful of taking up time in the one bathroom, you did a light make-up reapplication and stepped back to look at yourself in the mirror. You looked pretty dreadful, tired and puffy, as fun as last night had been, you could have done with a proper night’s sleep. You steeled yourself to open the bathroom door, only to find Toto standing outside.

“Good morning Y/N,” he said very formally. He looked just as rough as you, his normally immaculately pressed shirt crumpled and his five o’clock shadow starting to show.

“Morning to you too, sleepyhead.” you smiled, hoping he’d loosen up and be normal. “Sorry, I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”

“Oh no, not at all,” he said politely, finally cracking a smile. As you slipped out of the bathroom, you made a point of pushing your hips against his, knowing that no one else could see from this angle.

This earned a smirk from the tall Austrian, his hand moving around at lightning speed to squeeze your hip gently as he crossed you and made his way into the bathroom. You turned around just as he closed the door and winked at him.

“Y/N?” called out a voice from a seat nearby. It was Rosie. “Would it be okay if I come in your car once we’ve landed? I need to go home and grab a few things and it’s the opposite direction to George’s”

You often shared a car with Rosie as you lived in the same small village, around twenty minutes from your headquarters in Brackley, “Sure, you’re always welcome Rosie.”

“Thank you Y/N,” said Rosie, polite as ever. She was almost the polar opposite of Lara, always the life and soul of the party, chirpy even on the toughest days and outstandingly polite. You weren’t surprised that George had fallen head over heels for her and you hoped that their romance would go the distance. If only they knew that they weren’t alone in finding love in the garage. You made your way back to your seat to prepare for landing, the whole plane now wide awake.

The landing went smoothly and you were grateful for the speedy arrivals process from the private terminal. Lara had arranged for the cars to greet you on the tarmac so you didn’t even need to step foot in the arrivals lounge. As much as she annoyed you, you had to admit that she was damn efficient.

When the time came to disembark and say goodbye to Toto you tried to stay professional and not let your emotions betray you. When he embraced you in a harmless goodbye hug, he whispered, “Thank you for this weekend.”

Surprised by his admission, you weren’t sure what to say and the moment had passed before you had the opportunity to reply. You both made sure to hug everyone else equally as enthusiastically, just in case Lara had eyes on you, leaving James and Mark surprised by the outpouring of affection.

“It was a great weekend team, thank you all so much.” said Toto, ever the leader as he gathered his luggage and made his way towards his car, “I will see you all bright and early tomorrow morning.”

Goodbyes were murmured as you and Rosie made your way towards the glossy black Mercedes waiting for you. As the driver loaded your luggage in the trunk you slid into the backseat alongside Rosie.

“So, I know this is bold of me to ask, but why exactly did you skip the dinner and why is Lara being so weird?” Rosie asked, her eyes bright.

You sighed, knowing that Rosie owed you one after successfully hiding her relationship with George for so long. You felt guilty lying but it was too early to tell the truth, “I’m honestly not sure what Lara’s problem is, basically I had a breakfast with Toto and she is put out that we didn’t tell her.”

Rosie’s eyes widened, “You had breakfast with Toto?”

“A breakfast with Toto, there’s a difference. We had a call on Saturday night and then a last-minute breakfast came up that we couldn’t say no to.”

“Ah I see,” said Rosie, “Look, I don’t want to step out of line here, but I think you should know. The way he looks at you, we think he’s got a crush on you.”

Now it was your eyes that widened, “Where did that come from?”

“Just something George and I noticed, he is always looking out for you, carrying your stuff. He pulled you out of the way in the raft race and then gave you his shirt. The man is down bad. I know we laughed about it last season but I honestly think there is something there.”

Sighing again, you decided it was time to tell Rosie some of the truth. Turning to her with a serious look on your face, you dropped your voice, “Look, please don’t let this go any further.”

“Oh my God! I knew it!” Rosie exclaimed.

“Hold on, it’s not that juicy.” you said, trying to calm her down, “Basically, do you remember last year in Baku?”

Rosie went quiet, trying to remember Baku as all the races blurred into one, “Ah yes, the one where we ended up partying in the hotel bar and you and Toto disappeared for ages. Oh my God, did you sleep with him?”

“Not exactly,” you paused, “After we left we went back to my room and one thing led to another and...”

“You slept with him!” said Rosie, her eyebrows raised as high as they could go.

“Rosie, are you ever going to let me finish this,” you said, exasperatedly. “I kissed him. We were both pretty gone and nothing crazy happened but I said he could sleep in my room.”

“Y/N!” Rosie said, shocked.

“It’s not as juicy as it sounds, we made out for quite a while and I went to bed and woke up completely confused about what had happened. I woke up in my bed and heard breathing from the living room and boom, there was Toto, all wrapped up in a blanket on the sofa.”

“That is juicy!” said Rosie, “What happened after that?”

“Well…” you laughed, “That’s where it was awkward. I ended up crying on him because I didn’t want anyone to find out and think I was sleeping my way to the top. You always have to be mindful of that as a woman in this business.”

“But surely no one would ever think that? You’re amazing at your job!” Rosie said.

You smiled at the younger woman, “Look, I’ve been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Trust me, people will always try to find a way to diminish your work and talent. Anyway, I cried on Toto, he was nice about it and made me a cup of tea. And then we agreed that although we like each other we’d never do it again.”

“Oh my God!” said Rosie. “I can’t believe you made out with Toto. How was he?”

You smiled, “A lady never tells.”

“C’mon, I bet he’s smooth as fuck.” said Rosie, before correcting herself, “I mean smooth as hell.”

You laughed more, although you were Rosie’s manager you liked that you were close enough to discuss things like this with her. She was only a few years younger than you and she was undoubtedly your closest friend in the team after Toto. “He was very good.”

“Knew it!” said Rosie, “I’m sad though, if you like each other you should just go for it. He is so gooey with you, honestly, he’s not like that with anyone.”

“I’m a bit gooey around him,” you said, silently glad that when you did tell Rosie the truth, she’d hopefully be on board.

“Well I didn’t want to say anything but you are.” she said cheekily, “George said it too.”

“You two are a nightmare!” you said, “Look, please don’t tell him about this. I know Toto would be mortified.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” said Rosie, miming locking her lips and throwing away the key.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed, looking down, you could see it was Toto.

Thank you again. You are so unbelievably sexy, I’m a lucky guy. Can I take you to dinner soon?

“That’s Toto isn’t it?” said Rosie, interrupting your thoughts.

“What makes you say that?” you said, hoping she couldn’t read the message from across the other side of the car.

“You have the gooey look. What did he say?”

“Ah, just something boring I’m afraid. Silverstone is going to be busy.”

“Why do I not believe you,” said Rosie.

You smirked, deciding to make a joke out of it, “Fine, he said Hey sugartitties, want to come for mine for breakfast again?”

Rosie laughed, “Knew it.”

If only she knew you thought to yourself before replying to Toto.

I could say the same thing. Sure, I would like that. Let me know when you are around.

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for Angstpril, Day 27: Til Death Do Us Part (alt)

cw: alcohol/intoxication, stress position, noncon strip, noncon touch, manipulative whumper, fear/anticipation of and referenced noncon

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Alexei's head was still spinning when he reached Titanium HQ. Not a new occurrence. Grabbing a drink or two after a mission had been normal before the Tower; nowadays it was practically a ritual.

Or in this case, a drink or six. Or seven. Maybe eight. He'd lost count. Lex would pay with a headache the next morning, and normally it would be worth it for the dreamless sleep and numbed thoughts, but tonight Spyglass had ruined his shaky grasp on tranquility.

Pestered him with talk of being good, of fighting back against Uriah, until he was ranting about his year in prison. The last thing he wanted to talk about, the last thing he wanted anyone to fucking hear about, but in the moment, he couldn't stop himself.

Lex tried to forget it on the way home, and it had all but trickled out of his thoughts as he trudged through the hall to his room.

Ball, call, doll, fall, he thought sleepily. As soon as he hit the bed, he'd be out like a light, and tomorrow the memory would be all the fuzzier.

But he could see light coming from under his bedroom door. And before he even reached out to push it open, he knew Uriah would be waiting for him on the other side.

"You ran into Spyglass." It wasn't a question. Uriah was reclining on Lex's bed, a narrow, stiff thing that looked sleek and futuristic but wasn't the least bit comfortable. His room was peppered with similar furnishings; the modern, fashionable stuff rich people liked to use in decorating. No carpet on the shiny wooden floor. No windows.

Lex stayed in the doorway, giving a sharp nod of acknowledgement. He really, really didn't want to do this right now. But what choice did he have?

"You didn't call me," Uriah continued.

"You never said that was part of my job. M' I supposed to notify you every time I see someone jaywalking too?" He made an effort to enunciate, to stand up straight, but the wry look that crossed Uriah's face told him it wasn't enough.

"Drunk again, Alexei?"

He didn't bother denying it. "Got a problem with that? I finished your fucking mission."

The other man shook his head, pushing himself up off the mattress. "Liquor always seems to sharpen your tongue. I'm not sure I like that," he said as he crossed the room. By now Lex knew not to try to shrink back when Uriah reached up to take a fistful of his jacket, pulling him closer until their faces were almost touching.

"Why didn't you tell me about Spyglass?"

"Y'figured it out on your own just fine. What, you need me to hold your fucking h—"

Uriah slapped him. Nothing hard, it barely stung, but it wasn't meant to hurt. It was just another way for Fox to remind him who was in charge here.

Glaring silently at the other man, Lex toyed with the idea of killing him. Right here, right now. He could do it. Might even be able to set the building on fire before they shocked him and beat the shit out of him and dragged him back to the Tower…

He inhaled a little too sharply at that thought, and he could've sworn Uriah flinched at the sound.

Ah. He knows it too.

"You said the rogue team was off the table," Lex said, dropping his voice to a low growl in an effort to seize onto the other man's momentary fear.

But Uriah was already back to his smarmy, composed self. "Hm, perhaps I wasn't clear enough. I won't send you after them, but I still expect you to report any sightings. They are a slippery bunch."

Lex clenched his jaw as Uriah reached for him again, this time smoothing the front of his jacket. "Noted."

"Excellent. Now why don't you take this off? You look uncomfortable."

He knew it wasn't a suggestion. Metal fingers fumbled for the zipper, and he dropped the jacket, making a point to ball it up and throw it into the corner as hard as he could. He left his tank top on, and Uriah didn't say anything about that. Not yet.

"Before I let you sleep, I have one more thing I'd like to discuss. Come have a seat."

As he followed Fox to the bed, a dozen worst-case scenarios flashed through his head, a growing sense of unease momentarily sobering him up, but making the twisting in his stomach that much worse. He sat at the foot of the bed, as far from the other man as possible.

"What were you and Spyglass discussing?" Uriah asked. "I was only able to pick up one half of the conversation."

Lex tried to recall what he'd said, if there was any way he could twist the topic into something that wouldn't give up any of the woman's plans to Uriah, assuming he didn't already know them. He shrugged.

"I was a few drinks in. Kinda fuzzy."

"I see. Then I suppose I'll have to remind you. It sounded like she was asking for your help."

(Kelp, whelp, yelp.) Lex swallowed. "Maybe."

"Well fortunately for you, you turned her down spectacularly," Uriah said. "If the conversation ended there, I'd be in here to reward you for your loyalty."

The mention of loyalty was enough to spike Lex's nausea, but worse than that was what came before. The 'if'.

"But you warned her when you left, Alexei," Uriah continued. "You told her I was listening. You told her to run. And while I can forgive the mistake of not reporting her in the first place, I can't overlook a deliberate sabotage."

He wouldn't go. He'd go down fighting, he'd take Uriah with him, he'd burn Titanium down and let it collapse over him. He wouldn't go back. He couldn't go back.

Lex could barely hear the last few words over the blood rushing in his ears. His mouth had gone dry. It wasn't enough, was it? One warning wasn't enough for Uriah to send him back, was it?

He flinched as Uriah laid a hand on his shoulder, barely able to restrain himself from grabbing the appendage and crushing it.

"You're trembling, Alexei. Are you so afraid of discipline?"

(Flayed, braid, delayed). He didn't dare to look up. "Don't send me back," he whispered. "I-it won't happen again. I'll follow orders."

Uriah chuckled. "Send you back? No. You're still of use to me, and besides, I like you."

The stomach-turning slickness of his tone was nothing compared to the wave of relief that washed over Lex. It took a lot to not slump forward and hold his head in his hands.

"But this kind of incident can't go unpunished," Uriah continued. "Stand up."

Lex did. The sudden wave of fear had sharpened his wits, but his body was still sluggish and swaying, and his head spun as he got to his feet.

"Strip," Uriah said, and he fought through his discomfort as he obeyed, pulling his tank top over his head, fumbling with buttons and zippers until his pants fell, and stepping out of his boots. Better to not dwell on it. To not think at all. Not give Uriah a reason to do anything else.

"I said, strip."

A moment's hesitation, and then Lex was removing his boxers as well, tossing them with the rest of his clothes, then just standing there. Too aware of Uriah's eyes on him, too proud to try and cover himself, no matter how much his skin was crawling.

"Come here." Uriah patted the mattress beside him. This time, the hesitation lasted longer, and when Lex finally began to take small steps towards the bed, he had to resist the urge to squeeze his eyes shut.

There was a small jingling noise as Uriah thrust a hand into his pocket, retrieving a heavy pair of handcuffs. He gestured with his head. "Up to the headboard. Hands behind your back."

Lex bit down on the inside of his cheek, seeking anything to distract himself. It's fine, it's fine, it's not the Tower, it could be worse, it was worse there—

Uriah locked one cuff on. Lex couldn't feel it, but he could hear the clash of metal on metal.

"If you fight me, I'll make this worse," Uriah said, and Lex almost laughed. How many times had he heard that one?

The other man stood on the bed, pulling Lex's arms back and upwards, until his own weight was a strain on his shoulders.

He heard the click of the other cuff locking, but it was a distant sound. He was too focused on the wrinkles on the bedsheets, scattered across the mattress like cracks on cloth.

But the unwanted touch he was bracing himself for never came. Uriah's weight left the bed, and for a moment he just stood beside it, looking Lex over.

"I hope this gives you plenty of time to think about where your loyalties lie," he said, patting Lex's bare thigh. It seemed more condescending than anything else; an odd thing to feel relieved over.

Now that the threat had passed, Lex was becoming aware of the building tension in his shoulders. The only way to ease it completely would be to stand up on the mattress, and even then he'd be forced to duck his head to avoid hitting the ceiling.

"I hope you never forget again," Uriah said as he stepped out, pulling the door after him. "You're mine, Alexei. Goodnight."

It was only a few minutes before his residual arms started to go numb. This punishment would be hell for the night, and he'd probably need to see the company healer for his shoulders in the morning, but he'd take it over others.

Over so many others.

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Hii qiya i have a character design question for you, im making a urban fantasy world and i wanted to add muslim magical creatures, so i have a question how would a mermaid cover herself, and also any tips for muslim character design. Im sorry if i sounded rude, thank you for your time

sorry for not answering this for a while lol. If u just want a general guide you can take a gander onto these tips by a friend of mine

but ofc a mermaid have fish tails instead of human legs, so maybe this isnt what ur looking for. urban fantasy implies that mermaids and magical creatures are just regular happenings, as regular as humans are.

Regular day to day hijabis in my life do wear hijabs and clothes differently from one another, we are ofc not a monolith, one muslim might not like tight clothing and another might not care. Ive seen tomboy hijabis just wear a shirt and jeans to play soccer. Alt fashioned hijabis also exist.

I would imagine in an urban setting, one mermaid might not dress the same as the other. Maybe some mermaids cover their tail and others dont. The knowledgeable speculation is the fun part of fantasy, so if u know a muslim irl go ask them politely and world build together. How would a Muslim mermaid pray? Fast? Etc etc

like when me n my friends watch dungeon meshi we play a little game which we talk abt which food in the show can count as halal (assuming ofc they’re already slaughtered properly ofc). What would scholars say about eating a basilik? Considering snakes are fanged creatures so they’re haram, would just eating the chicken part be considered halal or is the chicken and snake inherently one being so even the chicken is haram? Id imagine muslims in the dungeon meshi universe would be conflicted about this.