#redgeisha

Inspired by fan art:

Me as Grell Sutcliff - geisha (original version inspired by fanart).

Costume, wig-styling and make-up by me.

Kuroshitsuji / Black Butler [Yana Toboso].

Andrea A p h Puzzuoli as photographer.

Editing by me.

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DA: http://kurenai4.deviantart.com/

Instagram: https://instagram.com/kurenaisutcliff/

Worldcosplay: http://worldcosplay.net/member/KurenaiSutcliff

This one was actually pretty tough for me! 

N - Nicolas Brown (Gangsta. - my current obsession)

O - Olenna Tyrell (Game of Thrones - I want to be as sassy as her when I grow up)

U - Ultimecia (Final Fantasy VIII - I would totally do whatever this sorceress told me to do)

V - Vicious (Cowboy Bebop - Oh look, another villain)

Noodles!

They’re completely enamored with the little red dot, much to Hanzo’s dismay.

He constantly tells you that they aren’t cats, but you beg to differ with the way the two dragons bumped their heads together for the 3rd time this morning trying to chase the floating speck.

Honestly, it’s a great workout for them. The small dragons enjoy scampering up the walls and dressers, trying hard to reach that dot that continuously alludes them.

However, if you’re not careful, the dragons will become careless and knock things over in the room in their pursuit, making Hanzo give you a disapproving look and a snarl.

You know better than to continue and immediately put it away, only to pull it back out when he’s not looking or gone from the room.

There are days when you lay in bed and don’t feel like playing with them, too depressed or hurt from Hanzo’s recent treatments, so they’ll take matters into their own hands.

Grabbing the laser pointer from the nightstand drawer, they’ll nuzzle the object into your hand, loudly chittering while doing so, so that you can sit up and play.

Oh definitely, you know those possessive sociopathic assholes don’t care how ridiculous you look, they want to make sure that everyone knows you belong to them.

Dark!Hanzo:

On the rare occasions that you’re allowed to leave the castle, yes, he most definitely will have you carry around those two dragons.

We’re not talking about cute little noodle dragons that you can pass off as toys or scarfs.

No, they’re both about the sizes of Great Danes just following you around, hissing at anyone who tries to come close.

If someone's gaze lingers a little too long you, they’re ready to pounce at a moments notice.

Also, anything and anyone that you interact with that isn’t them get reported back to Hanzo, so expect to be punished for smiling a little longer than you were supposed to at the cute cashier.

“Did you have a good time acting like a whore?” Hanzo says, rubbing the red welts on your ass, making you flinch as you lay across his lap. “Maybe next time you won’t be so eager to spread your legs for the common folk.”

Dark!McCree:

Jesse will leave you his sarape if he knows he’ll be gone longer than an hour, wanting to make sure that you won’t forget him anytime soon.

Hell, there’s even been some occasions when he’s left you his hat.

Yes, he expects you to wear it, it doesn’t matter to him how ridiculous you look, people have to know that you’re taken.

You hate the fact that he has his fellow Blackwatch friends keeping tabs on you, taking pictures of you walking through the halls throughout the day to make sure you’re wearing it.

So, don’t be surprised if you receive a surprise phone call from McCree if you happen to be caught not without the familiar cloth around your shoulders.

“Darlin,” Jesse drawled through the other side of the phone. You fought the temptation to roll your eyes, knowing that someone might send him a picture of that too. “It’s funny how you conveniently forget to do these small favors for me. Just like how I conveniently forget not to share those videos of you on your knees to the whole organization.”

Dark!Reaper:

Even though you’re never allowed to leave his room, he still likes to leave you behind wearing something of his from days past, a beanie.

Although you admit to yourself that is warm and soft, the fact that your captor purrs with happiness when seeing you wear it, makes you cringe.

While he’s gone, he demands constant updates from you, preferably pictures, with you wearing nothing but the hat.

You’ve quickly learned that it’s better to do as he says, whether he’s in the room or out on a mission.

But don’t worry, Reaper can’t wait to get home and surround you with more than just his hat.

Okay, so there was another ask like this that was like, “ The daughter drabble is fucking with me, and I can't let it go. Would dark!Hanzo really marry her off to someone like himself?“ but I can’t find it, lol. So here’s some HCs.

First of all, Hanzo will say whatever’s necessary to force you to comply, even if that means using his daughter as leverage.

However, when he’s not berating/threatening you for giving birth to a daughter, he’s making sure that she’s 110% taken care of.

She will definitely be spoiled rotten, anything she wants she gets; so, of course, she does grow up into a little bratty Genji 2.0.

If you try to scold her for getting out of hand, Hanzo won’t hesitate to drag you into an empty room and punish you for her misgivings.

She’ll pretend she doesn’t know what’s happening, because as long as she gets what she wants, what does it matter?

However, the day will come when she finally becomes of age and Hanzo will have to marry her off to another clan.

For once, he doesn’t care what she has to say on the matter, ignoring her cries and pleads on how she doesn’t want to get married.

He knows that even though she’s a girl if she were to bear a son, he can possess the ability of the dragon, so Hanzo has to be meticulous in who he chooses.

That means he doesn’t care if her fiance is much older than her or not good looking.

Here’s some noodle fluff for you! There’s actually no noncon this time. For once…How strange. Looks like I’ll have to make it up in another story!  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dawn is barely breaking when the dragons decide to wake, crawling their way out of Hanzo’s arm to slither next to your sleeping form. It may be early for their master and his pet, but they’re in the mood to play.

You laid on your side; front turned away from your sleeping captor. The perfect position for tiny claws to step on your head and begin squeaking into your ear. Your eyes immediately snapped open and your first sight of the day is that of the blue belly of the dragon above you.

“Hanzo,” you grumble, voice heavy with sleep, their tongues tickling the sensitive spots under your ear, “They’re at it again.” You try to turn towards him, but they see your movement as an invitation for fun and begin excitedly chirping to one another, making you groan.

Usually, you wouldn’t have minded their early games, but since hitting your second trimester in the pregnancy, you were nor more tired than usual. You sighed as you received no response from Hanzo and eventually gave in to the small dragon’s demands, knowing they wouldn’t stop until you gave in.

Sitting up, you cross your legs and bend your knees, bringing your feet closer towards you to create a small space in your lap for them. Eagerly they fell into your makeshift circle and looked up at you with large expectant eyes.

You couldn’t help the smile that that formed on your face while you pet them. The dragons purred loudly into your hands, tongues flicking out to lick your wrists. If you tried to pay more attention to one that the other they were quick to remind of their existence, usually by flopping over and letting out a small bark.

It was hard to imagine that these were the same dragons that were able to take down dozens of men in one giant swoop as they both whined for your attention. They reminded you a lot of Hanzo. Both of them greedy and demanding. Never sufficed with what was in front of them. Still, they had their merits and unlike Hanzo had never harmed you.

You pulled your hands away and leaned over to your nightstand to grab the yellow ball of yarn and your crochet hooks. They began chirping excitedly again as you placed the yarn between them. You grabbed a piece of thread and started your work, letting the blue dragons do as they pleased.

However, there were a few times when you’d have to stop because they had tangled themselves in the string. It wasn’t until the sun began shining onto your eyes that you realized how much time had passed and turned to Hanzo, gasping when you realized that he was awake and focused on you.

“Good morning,” you say, setting aside the hooks as he sat up. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not long,” he said, placing a hand on your growing bump, before giving you a small kiss on the lips. “You should be resting.”

“I was, that is until your dragons woke me,” you said giving him a small smile before motioning to the dragons in your lap.

He glances down and frowns as he sees them tangled into the now fully unraveled ball of yarn. The string is everywhere, and they squeak at one another as they try to untangle themselves from it.

“You should not be awake solely because they want to play. You need your rest more than the dragons need their fun,” Hanzo says looking directly at them. They pay him no mind and whine for your attention once more.

You nod at Hanzo and set the beanie in your hand to the side trying to free the dragons from the small chaos they created for themselves. He picks up the hat and runs his fingers through the cotton material.

“Hmm, you have an interesting hobby.”

“It’s for the baby. I-I’m not through yet,” you say, picking up the first freed dragon and placing him to the side. You let out a small huff of air in annoyance as the second one gives you a harder time by rolling into his brother’s loose threads.

Hanzo suddenly reaches over and pulls him out of your lap. “Ridiculous,” he scolds, “The two of you are mighty dragons, and here you are acting like two misbehaving children.” The dragon makes a look of annoyance before falling limp in his hands, not at all appreciating being talked down to like a child.

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes, and you quickly cover your mouth, fearing that Hanzo would take it the wrong way. However, he only spares you a glance, before the corners of his lips slowly turn up into a smile of his own.

Finally, with no help from the dragon, Hanzo was able to get him loose and quickly demanded the two of them to return to his arm. They hissed in annoyance, but with another stern look from him, they obeyed and back into his arm. Once they had both settled Hanzo then turned his attention back onto you.

He reached out a hand to cup your face, and you couldn’t help but flinch as you felt his touch on your skin. This time he let out a chuckle of his own before closing the small distance between the two of you to place another kiss on your lips.

“You do not have to worry about me hurting you, pet,” he says, only slightly pulling away. “As long as you are with my child, no harm shall come to you.”

You swallow nervously and nod. “I understand, Hanzo.”

His hand comes down to your chest, and he motions for you to lay down. You obey, and he lays down beside you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulls you closer to him, pressing your chest against his own. He kisses you once more before pressing another kiss against your nose.

Yooooooo!!