#<- true moot

[axoqiii]

wl grian aaaand my hcs for physical markings of life series victors

[crsssie]

silver and gold - professor!leon kennedy x reader

Professor Kennedy is marri...ed?

Well, perhaps a better term would be pining. He's relatively young, a survivor of Raccoon City, and a PhD candidate, so professor is a term he tends to steer away from. So, it's unsurprising to find him blinking doe-eyed at another professor, questions spilling past his tongue at his peer who's studying a similar topic, desperate to understand more from his... friend?

The issue lies in the fact that the two match rings, pretty silver and gold on their respective hands, carving exactly the same as the two of them wander around campus with similar books and discuss similar topics, so many of Leon's students really wonder if he's married or one of you are just... oblivious.

You entertain his questions, and he entertains yours, and the two of you bump shoulders while walking across campus, your bag sometimes on Leon's shoulder as you click through your laptop.

It's a term of respect, though, to call Leon a professor is more about respect than formality.

So, some students get a little nosy, asking during office hours if he's dating you, to which he always responds no.

Because he's not dating you, he's married to you.

Not that his students need to know.

[velvetthief]

If you told me from last year that I’d hyperfixate on literal serial k1llers, I would’ve KMS. 🙂‍↕️(((

[d3vdgvrrl]

if ur my mutual id let u hit my cart even if it was a Muha or Sunburn

[l3viat8an]

"THIS IS JUST IN! HUMAN EXCHANGE STUDNET DEEP THROATED THE SEVEN LORDS SO GOOD THEY BECAME THEIR SLAVES. OTHER DEMONS WISH TO TRY THEIR LUCK BUT ARE IMMEADIATELY KILLED MY THE LORDS! More at 11."

Lucifer rolls his eyes and turns to glare at the other brothers, “And which one of you fools, gave out such a ridiculous headline?”

all the brothers shaking their heads and protesting,  varying versions of ‘Not me!’, ‘Nope!’ and ‘Why’d ya look at me first?!’ echoing between the other six demons as MC just sits in the middle of everything and grins knowing they’re responsible-

‘n already planning how much they’ll add to the story before the brothers figure out it was them 😌

[idiot-mushroom]

@v-albion’s s dtiys was so fun!! cerulean was so interesting to draw!!

[kelpie-goofies]

Kaeya trying his best to focus on Childe’s face

[itsnotmourn]

some sketches based on pelo doodles

[fatuismooches]

Sobbing rn I just got hit with the cutest hurt/comfort idea for fragile!reader and Dottore

(The hurt in this instance is just fragile!reader's self deprecating inner monologue 😭)

What if reader was the sort who fussed over their appearance a lot? In the Akademiya they wouldn't be caught dead with dark circles under their eyes or having their hair messy.

Even if they did pull all nighters for a project, they always found time to put just a little bit of make-up on to lighten up their eyebags, and always had a simple yet neat hairstyle in mind in times they're in a rush.

They might be perishing from all the studies and assignments but they're going to look good doing it!

This made Reader and Zandik an even odder pair in the Akademiya. Reader who is always neat and in style, versus Zandik who just spent the whole night taking apart a ruin guard somewhere in Avidya Forest until the sun rose and he showed up as is.

That was one of the features Zandik found 'annoying' about Reader before they got together. Like - ugh they're so bubbly and energetic! They're running around everywhere and they're so chatty! Them with their— nice hair! And— pretty eyes, and those robes that actually fit them as if they were tailored! How pretentious of them— (he was down bad. Bro was coping with anger to bat away the feels)

But of course, that was all in the past. In the present, Reader can't take care of their appearance anymore. They couldn't even pick up a hairbrush, their joints ached horribly, they don't have the strength to hold something so light, they don't have the energy to do the basic care of untangling the strands of hair either.

They can't stand looking at their own reflection. That sense of 'wrongness' they couldn't fix, what they couldn't hide. How desperately they wanted to put just a little bit of blush at least, to give their skin some life with how sickeningly pale it was, no longer warm and saturated as it used to be.

They can't look at their eyes either. The greying, sagging bags beneath their lids was a taunt. No amount of sleep would get rid of them.

They can't wear outfits that were too elaborate. Their temperature fluctuated too much, a deathly cold beneath their skin, then a sudden spike in heat as if they were being scorched by the desert sun. They have to wear basic garments, comfortable without hindering layers to slow down their daily check-ups.

Reader is thankful for the segments caring for them, they really are. A segment brushing their hair while talking to them is a highlight of their day.

But... it wasn't the same.

Of course it wouldn't be, the segments were carers, nor stylists.

Still, the fact that they had no control over their appearance and presentation had their mental state withering.

Dottore noticed this. How withdrawn his dear had become. They had their days of silence, yes... but this was more sombre than usual.

He concludes that their illness was flaring up again, and that they were masking their pain instead of consulting with him. He comes to their room of course, his current duties be damned (not that he could've been productive even if he had wanted to, the Segments were restless and shrinking away from their tasks, their darling's current disposition bothered them.)

Opening the door slightly to enter, he sees them blankly staring at their reflection, prodding a finger on their prominent eyebags, rubbing their cheek to see if it would redden.

Ah... how could he had forgotten that. They were once very particular of how they looked. He should have known this possibility, witnessing their own sickly reflection would be distressing...

[The Crow visits a certain Dove. Despite how stiff and vague the Doctor had been with his words, the Damsalette only tittered in understanding, and imparted the knowledge he was seeking.]

The next day, Reader is sat on their vanity, waiting for a Segment to tend to them (always with a little bit of struggle to walk in the morning, but it's the least they could do to be less of an inconvenience already.)

The minutes tick by... he's late. Did something happen?

More time goes by, and they become more worried. They were about to get up and search before the door creaks open.

Zandik...? And he's carrying a... why does he have a bag?

They have plenty of questions. Why the late arrival? What was in the bag? Why was Zandik himself here?

Before they could ask all of this, however, he sets the small bag down on the vanity. He riffles through it... are those make-up brushes?

Wait, make-up?

The next half-hour was spent in stunned silence for Reader's part, Zandik was silent as well out of careful concentration. Gently applying everything, his touch on the brush strokes and blending soft... applying gloss on their lips.

Once Zandik moves on to their hair, they finally catch a glimpse of their reflection. Their cheeks were rosey, the dark circles under their eyes concealed, their lips no longer appearing dry, and instead plump and shimmering.

Oh.

... they almost looked like the way they were before their illness.

Almost.

But it was enough.

(Reader tries so hard not to cry. Fighting back tears, not wanting to ruin the make-up Zandik so diligently applied. Once Zandik was finished with their hair... they may have hiccuped a little bit.)

They may no longer have that upbeat energy they once boasted... but it was comforting to see their old reflection once again. It had been far too long.

You know, I really love this ask because my whole life I've pretty much never used make-up even though I want to so having Dottie do it for me heals me a bit. Also, I'm not very knowledgeable on it so apologies if anything is wrong. Okay, I'm done. 🤏

In all honesty, Dottore was never one to care much for outward looks but he has to admit that you still always manage to look good despite all of the work from school plus all of the work you help with for his experiments, plus... literally everything life throws at you. Yet you still bounce back like it was nothing. The scholar still had not discovered your secret to this yet despite observing you for so long, which furthered his interest in you even though he didn't admit it.

Zandik did maintain his appearance, to an extent of course as he didn't go out of his way to look great, but nothing compared to the effort you put in. So while he did look presentable most of the time, there have been quite a few times you made him late to class because there was no way you were going to let him out looking like that. You don't regret it, even when you get weird looks from the other students. Being 'odd' with your equally as odd lover was nothing to worry about, in your humble opinion.

Although Zandik couldn't hope to understand your strange nature, always mumbling under his breath about you while you laughed at his comments, he also couldn't help but enjoy being around you. You kept him on his toes (your words, not his.)

Unfortunately, this nature and style of yours gradually dissipated into nothing when your illness struck. At first, you refused to accept it, pushing yourself to do what you usually did but soon enough you realized that it simply wasn't going to work out. You had all these tools and resources and options in front of you but you couldn't use them anymore. The self-consciousness only grew more and more each day as you struggled to see yourself as beautiful - struggled to see yourself as a person Dottore would find beautiful.

Of course, your gratitude to the segments couldn't be properly expressed or put into words. You quite literally wouldn't be here without them. However, it is still incredibly demoralizing to be unable to do what you once loved. You really did love them, but... it wasn't enough.

Dottore, despite spending much time in his lab or elsewhere, still kept tabs on you of course. Not just as your doctor, but as your lover, it was important. He had seen you at your lowest numerous times before, comforting you through the worst moments, and he was angered - not at you of course, but rather at himself for being unable to do anything that would be enough for you. Yet he continued, even when you hid yourself from him.

This time, however, maybe the scientist could do a bit more. He doesn't particularly... approve of the Third, or your "friend", but she's far more knowledgeable in this area than he'll ever be. Thankfully, she didn't tease him too much, knowing of your current state.

Dottore had never been one to take much interest in your make-up or style, preferring to simply watch as you worked your magic. So seeing him walk in with make-up makes you think you're still dreaming. (You remember laughing at his segment's various fashion tastes when you woke up though.)

The questions die on your lips the moment he lays everything out and the soft brush tickles your face, not to mention how he's obviously inexperienced yet he's still doing a good job. A part of you aren't surprised because of course he'd be skilled at most things, but still, you thought Celestia would sooner fall on Teyvat than Dottore do your make-up for you. Slowly, you watch as he transforms your face into something that was once dearly familiar.

It's not the same. It may never be. But it's more than enough for you, to revisit the old days that you loved so much. You fear you may cry full-on if you speak, so a simple kiss on your husband's face will have to do.

But regardless of what you look like, no matter how much your body and looks will change, Zandik will always view you as the most beautiful creation on this planet.

[lilbeanz]

@silence-between-seconds you absolute menace😭🤣🩷🫶

[rottinginreverse]

[hitwiththefandomz]

“Hi there! The name’s Raph! Do you want to join me and my brothers smashing some watermelon?”

“We can eat them later! Next one Lee!

“Step back a bit further, Michelangelo. We don’t want to accidentally portal you too, don’t we?”

“Oops yeah. Hey D-Captain, it’s your turn!”

“You can have my turn. I’m going for a swim”

“Want to try this one? You can use my bat”

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Oh we’re so down for some watermelon smashing!!

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Cabin #7 (7Wonders of the Turtleverse)

[sugurumybeloved]

A TRUE CHRISTMAS MIRACLE:: CHAPTER 2:: MOVING DAY!

a/n:: yes, this chapter was not as long as I intended it to be but I AM posting late (it's 6:51 pm rn) and I usually don't so SO SORRY ☹️☹️

extras::

• Y/N has a deep hate for Gojo because of his shit- eating grin (it's on the wiki page guys 🤪)

• GOJO AND YN ARE IN THE SAME GRADE JUST SO YK. I DONT LIKE THOSE ONESHOTS ABOUT A FRESHMAN X SENIOR (hopefully there's no one out there like that... ahaha.. get help.😐)

• ON THE SECOND SLIDE I MEANT TO SAY "They grew up with her in their hometown since 1st grade." But the other way works too!! Clearing up confusion- yn goes by they/them since this is gender neutral!!

mentions:: @1-800reki @psuedosugu @imraespace @ilovelinkk @tibibibi123 @piixcelz @belovedshasha @liliesofdawnnn

again if anyone wants to be added in the taglist please let me know in this posts comment section or through my inbox ♡♡

NEXT CHAPTER:: ENROLLMENT

[that-student-that-has-homework]

Moot Appreciation Post

I wanna appreciate my moots a bit:

Please, please, please take a look at their work and give them some love!

I’m gonna start with @birinboom Em, my dear sweet potato moot. She’s a really kind moot and will hear you out and support you in your endeavors! She also writes really sweet fics and has a penchant for sweetheart and silly/mischievous type characters…dunno much about Hashbrowns (Hoshina Kn8) but he seems silly and mischievous to me. Very warm like a baked sweet potato! Also has a way of describing nature that puts you there. Em you already know my favorite, and it’s coming up again: she has the ability to nail the vibes of one universe but apply it to different characters.

@philistiniphagottini Nagi is so very kind. It’s the firm kind of kind, the one that encourages establishing and maintaining boundaries. Also writes really sweet pieces and for chubby readers to boot! Embodies multiple characters and matches their vibes with her narration too! I have come across some neat prose reading her work, I cannot remember them off the top of my head. Which is concerning given I meant to borrow that… Anywho Nagi is considerate! Be kind to Nagi please! She has definitely taught me a lot by being herself.

@feral-artistry : in my head you’re objectively hot. Like a Thai spicy mango salad, sweet with a kick and it’s fun! I don’t think I thought to apply traditional painting techniques to digital painting until I saw you do it. The way she hears you out and gives out solid advice and interesting pieces of information. Generally an educational experience talking with you and I would recommend it to others here. Also: pretty art. Oh and your sense of humor might just align with mine because you’re effortlessly funny in some posts I’ve seen. Also you kicked one of the things I had only ever hoped to experience off my bucket list when you made art of Ace after reading my headcanons of him. Pure joy.

@captainportgasdace an absolute sweetheart. Seriously: like 80-90% fluff and sweetness. Deeply loving (her dedication to her blorbo and her sweet characterization of him speaks volumes) has absolutely brought me brainworms and joy on the dash. Also a patient listener and just so kind? Like...imagine a whole stranger tells you about something completely unrelated to you and you just wish them well? Tell them they deserve good things? Like...lovely. Just lovely.

(Yes my mutuals are all very kind sweethearts)

@silentgravesdontexist a well-meaning sweetheart through and through. Kinda feral not gonna lie, and the spice adds a nice variety. No, not spice like spicy work, more like a bit of a warm kick-her energy? Very energetic, it’s refreshing! Also I don’t think I’m going to be forgetting Cy and the Cap having one of my all time favorite reblog convos under my fic. The dopamine high was real. Absolute sweetie pie and she's goes out of her way to be kind to you.

@throwmethroughawindow : I remember sharing something with her about my reading preferences and her responses surprised me in a really good way. No judgement, just a lot of respect and consideration. I appreciate that. Also loving, and enthusiastic about it. The fun person screaming in the tags (as I've seen and had the privilege of experiencing)

@true-deru : haven’t been mutuals long, but definitely a lot of fun! There’s a decent amount of alignment in fandoms we’re interested in and is generally a sunny presence on the dash! Haven’t gotten to reading her stuff yet, but when I dooooo. Also a lot of the YuGiOh posts throw me back to my childhood and it just brings me this sense of: yay! other people like YuGiOh too!

Thank you all for listening to my rambles, struggles, and for providing me advice and being patient with me when I don't respond promptly.

[l3viat8an]

Beel would definitely accidently chew on your hair in his sleep.

He so would tho-

Like you randomly wake up in the middle of the night with a head covered in Beel drool while he’s still chewing on your hair.

Now it’s not totally Beel’s fault!! He was probably dreaming about some amazing snacks so he automatically started chewing and… well it was actually your hair- oops. But he’d be so sorry when he wakes up!! And apologize, promising not to do it again!!

Tho it will probably happen again- Beelz just can’t stop chewing in his sleep hsjhsjs

[disabledamputeeericharris]