whew! the batch of ml fashion requests, finally! these took so long for me to spill out you can actually see my style change. thank you to everyone who requested, you all have the best ideas i swear. also sidenote: if you don’t see your request here, that’s because i have bigger plans for it >vo+
as it turns out genderfluid attires are fun to design tho if you hate yourself like me then you’ll be drawing skirts like these (yes I know I kind of drew the same type of skirt for the steampunk prompt)
So imagine if instead of being notorious criminal overlords the FAHC were that one group of disgruntled office employees quietly sticking it to the man through petty theft, mild property damage and passive aggressive notes.
Geoff as the totally disenfranchised manager, who hates his cohort and higher ups more than any of his underlings could manage, constantly muttering insults about everyone under his breath and watching the clock tick the day away. He has somehow, very much unwillingly, managed to accidentally start collecting a little group of equally resentful coworkers to complain to and plan tiny little revolts with.
Michael and Jeremy as workerbees under Geoff, who sit in neighbouring cubicles and spend most of their days complaining to each other about this nightmare office and coming up with excuses to call Gavin up to hang out with them. Together they play really petty little tricks on one of the managers who always screams at everyone, and when Geoff catches them at it one day they think they are done for. Jeremy sees his life flash before his eyes, Michael is halfway through fantasising about flipping some desks on his way out, but Geoff just makes a suggestion, tells them last week’s efforts were much more impressive, and goes about his way. From that point on he really can’t get rid of the two of them.
Gavin as IT’s wonderchild- there isn’t a piece of hardware he can’t coax into working or any kind of software he can’t navigate in his sleep. That’s really the only reason he hasn’t been fired a million times over, what with the way he ignores clothing standards (except for on his inexplicable ‘Fancy Fridays’), rarely bothers with appropriately respectful deference, spends way too much of his time hanging out at Michael’s desk and keeps breaking into peoples accounts and leaving juvenile jokes and embarrassing viruses. But he’s just so damn good, and the fact that the terrifying head of IT has a huge soft spot for him doesn’t hurt.
Ryan as the head of the IT department who almost everyone is legitimately scared of. Who likes the computers much more than the idiots who insists on breaking them, glowers at everyone who brings him their stupid problems and is way more built than any tech nerd has any right to be. Ryan makes the whole group amusingly nervous at first, he and Geoff have a whole infamous history complete with a public screaming match over an unrecoverable destroyed hard-drive after all, but Gavin drags him along to enough lunches for everyone to see he’s mostly just a very cranky marshmallow.
Jack who works in human resources and used to be so optimistic, legitimately trying to improve everyone’s experience before slowly getting crushed under the growing hatred for the business. Jack who knows exactly who is responsible for the near daily complaints their office receives about anonymous troublemakers but is just as exasperated with the management as everyone else so helps keep them all out of trouble.
They take their lunches together, occasionally joined by Lindsay from administration and, strangely enough, two members of office security, Matt and Trevor. They make a pretty motley crew; half unnaturally peppy, half perpetually angry rainclouds, sharing each others misery and covertly planning their next big rebellion. Stealing stationary and packed lunches, spiking the punch at office parties, sabotaging the photocopier, posting embarrassing google histories, accidentally uncovering their bosses’ shady white collar dealings and making off with millions of dollars in stolen money. Wait, what?
“Look person, I’m sorry I ran you over with my car but maybe you should stay in the bike lane DON’T EVEN THINK OF TAKING ME TO COURT I DON’T CARE IF YOU’R E A LAWYER… shit” AU
“Oh my god ohmyogd ohmy god i did not mean to punch you in the nose. there’s blood… everywhere…i think… i’m going to faint” AU
“ugh i hate drunk people. CONTROL YOURSELVES. what are you doing? no. NO. NO GET AWAY FROM ME! DON’T THROW UP ON MY NEW SHOES!!” AU
“i’m a new waiter and i am so nervous please forgive me for spilling your wine, your dinner, and your dessert on your date and then tripped onto said date as you were trying to propose. seriously. my bad.” AU
“we’re the only people in this section of the library and I really really needed to fart. I’M SO SORRY. PLEASE LET US FORGET ABOUT THIS. I HAD A BURRITO FOR LUNCH OKAY?!” AU
“i accidentally got us banned from this amusement park for life because i got mad at the mascot and decided to tackle him to the ground and you were the stranger i asked to hold my stuff” AU
“i tried to act cool at this concert and i thought i was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground. broken. in pieces. and everyone’s glaring at me (particularly the really hot guitarist). um…i can pay for that?” AU
“look it wasn’t arson alright. if i’m going to jail i want this in the public record. i set that abandoned shed on fire because it has ghosts. GHOSTS. and everyone knows the only way to kill ghosts is with fire. no officer, i’m not crazy.” AU
“my friend bet me that i wouldn’t make out with the next person that stepped through that door. now i seriously regret it because you are soooo much cuter than your friend. is it weird for me to flirt with you when i just had my tongue down their throat?” AU
“we’re both in a hostage situation and i know now isn’t the time, but what product do you use in your hair, because wow, it looks super soft. RIGHT. SORRY. NO TALKING. DON’T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT MR. HOSTAGE CRIMINAL GUY. AHAHAHAHA. *whispering* if we survive please let me know. i need to know. thanks.” AU.
And I get it. I get why you were so scared of us now. Because – shit. Because you lost Wallace and it gutted you and I thought I figured out why and that felt like metal in my throat, and I realised I couldn’t drop you if I wanted to, ‘cause you were saying you didn’t even know what love feels like and I was just thinking,
OK GET READY FOR THE MOST OOC GASTER!SANS YOU HAVE EVER SEEN.
SO HERE IS THE MIDDLE SCHOOL MINDSET MANCHILD!!!!! PLEASE JUST FOUND SOMEONE TO SLAP ALL THOSE OOC HEADCANONS FOR ME OR JUST FIND ME A MOM -
Did my brain just say mo
Sorry but, THE HEADCANONS ARE DONE.
And the whole body here:
WHY THE FUCK MUST I ADD THOSE FUCKING HEELS ON HIM THIS TIME HE IS ALREADY HAS LIKE FUCKING 43 INCHES DAMN LEGS OR EVEN LONGER WHY MUST MY GOD DAMN KINKS COME OUT AND PLAY THE GAME WHEN I DON’T EVEN INTEND TO I AM JUST GONNA FUCK OFF MYSELF SOMEONE BYE EVERYONE WHAT THE FUCK EVER MAYBE I JUST CAN BE SUCK AT FASHION DESIGNS SOMETIMES -
Oh wait I should mention that the creator of the original Gaster!bros designs is Borurou(I choose not to tag the creator as I don’t know if they are comfortable for my other artworks.), if you really like the G!bros go check they works.
Summary: Dean and reader attempt a new sexual position
Word Count: 662
Warnings: Smut and Language
This is for Kari’s ( @thing-you-do-with-that-thing) SPN Celebration Challenge. I was assigned a gif to write about. This gif is NSFW and will be below the cut.
Tags at the bottom. As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
“Oh. My. God.”
Dean looks up at you from across the table in the library, where he has his head buried in an ancient Enochian text.
“Um, you know my friend Kari? The hunter from Denmark? She just sent me this gif…I can’t even….Here.” Turning the laptop to face Dean, you see his eyes widen before he giggles.
“I mean, should we try it?” he asks with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.
“Dean, that’s some expert level shit right there.”
“So we should try it?”
“Okay, then,” Dean says, standing to circle the table. You can see his jeans tenting and you suppress a giggle. He’s always so excited and ready to go. You can’t lie, it’s a fucking turn on how much he wants you, your panties are already damp. He pulls you to your feet and kisses you deeply. Honestly, there’s not much need for foreplay, you’re both so ready, that you only make out briefly. He pulls back. “Where, here?”
“Um, yeah. I mean, there’s not much room on the floor anywhere else.”
He nods and starts undressing you, peppering your skin with kisses, leaving your skin feeling singed everywhere his lips meet the delicate flesh. He shucks his own clothes off quickly.