#I think I'm getting a hang of shading with weird colors

[cinnamon-flame]

I wanted to try painting again and honestly I'm really proud of these!

[yoiisa]

HIII SOFIE <3!

I wanted to makes wind breaker x reader request! How about one where their s/o is like WHIPPED for them. Like hear me out, they write about the boys like almost every single day and gush over pictures they took of them, their looks and literally every single move of the boys. They just SIMP so bad for them 💔💔

But, the s/o doesn't show this side that much. They think the wbk boys would be weirded out and try to control their overbearing affection, keeping it on the down low.

But then the wbk boys find their diary/notes app with like hundreds of notes/diary entries about the boys and like the gallery about them and whatever else. As for the conclusion, s/o dies from overheating!

And could you do this for Sakura, Suou and Kaji??

Thank you for reading💞💞

not a chalant bone in y/n's body . . . real tho

➜ sakura haruka is also short circuiting whenever he sees you ➜ the fact that you act so nonchalant in front of him just makes him angry because the least you could do for him is match his energy ➜ when he finds your diaries, he honestly is weirded out a bit, though not because he's shocked as to how much you love him ➜ after all he still knows that you care about him ➜ but he it shocked because he's like why the fuck doesn't she show it around me?!

"[name] are you ready yet?" sakura asks, leaning back on his hands as he sits on your bed. "Almost, I'm just gonna put some jewelry on first and then we can leave," you say rushing off into the bathroom. He sighs and calls out, "Togame told us to get there early so we could hang out with him before he has to work another stand. Hurry up!" "Yeah, yeah." He rolls his eyes at your dismissive tone and looks around your room. Suddenly, his eyes land on a notebook, left wide open on the floor. It's half tucked under your bed though, and Sakura bends over and plucks it up from the floor. In blue ink, all over beige colored pages, is your scrawls about him and the conversation you had yesterday: oh my god, sakura is so cute! today he asked me to come with him to a summer festival that one of his friends invited him to. he looked so sweet and shy AHHHHHHHH his face was all red and chubby i wanted to pinch his cheek and give him kisses oml he's perfect i'm so lucky to be his girlfriend!! You exit the bathroom and you're halfway through saying something, when those thoughts get thrown out the window. "Haruka! Why are you reading my diary?!" you cry, snatching it from his hand and practically chucking it across the room. "What the hell man?" "What hell me? What the hell you!" he says, his face the same shade as a fire hydrant. "What was that?" "W-what was what? What did you read?" you ask. "Your entry from yesterday!" he says and realization dawns on you. Oh, you'd been in a fit of cuteness aggression, and had haphazardly written down the entry. "Oh, that," you mutter. "Yeah, that," he says, and runs a hand through his hair. "How come you never talk to me like that? You're always so . . . normal around me." You giggle and turn his head so that he sees himself in the mirror. "Look at yourself. Look how read you are." When Sakura sees your point, he just nods and grabs your wrist. "Okay, okay, let's just go already."

➜ suo hayato instantly clocks the fact that you're faking how "normal" you are in front of him ➜ he doesn't really care that much though, because if anything it just makes you cuter in his eyes ➜ when he finds your diaries and flips through them, he only finds you even cuter! i mean who wouldn't ➜ you're literally waxing poetics about how mysterious and cool he is and it's the closest he comes to just bursting out into laughter

Suo walks into your bedroom after you, closing the door behind you. "Alright, these are the clothes I got yesterday," you say pulling bags off of your dresser. Your diary falls on the floor, but you don't notice it, to one-track minded on showing Suo the new shirts and skirt you got. "I'll go try them on?" Suo tears his eyes away from the diary on the floor and nods. "Okay." He watches you disappear into your walk in closet, and once the door is shut (perhaps against his better judgement), he picks up the diary and reads the page it opened up to: Dear Diary, I wonder if Suo actually likes me as much as he says he does. I know he's really sweet all the time, but I can't help feeling like this. Maybe it's just cuz he's so cool and . . . nonchalant (omg i can't believe I wrote that out loud). I try to match his energy as best as I can but still, sometimes I worry that I'm still too much. I just love him so much, I don't want him to think I'm boring. Hopefully he doesn't! He hears the closet door opening and chucks the diary behind him. He stands at attention as you step out, twirling as you show off the new maxi skirt you got. "What do you think?" you ask, but before you can even get another thought in your head, Suo comes up to you and hugs you tight. One hand wraps around your shoulders and the other cradles the back of your head against his chest. "I love you," he whispers. "I love you too . . . are the clothes that cute?" you ask sheepishly, slowly returning the hug. He smiles and kisses the top of your head. "Yes, [name]. They're cute, you're always cute." He pinches your cheeks as they turn red and kisses your forehead.

➜ kaji ren is more calmed down by the fact that you are so chill around him ➜ he doesn't feel as nonchalant around you though, so the fact that you are seemingly able to keep your head when he's around is able to keep him relatively calm ➜ however, that gets flipped on its head when he finds your diary ➜ when you stumble upon him after he'd looked through it all, he looks ready to completely combust ➜ it heavily triggered his cuteness aggression and he spends the rest of the day stubbornly holding your hand and refusing to let you go

Kaji barely got any sleep last night. He'd spent the night over at your house, and he was way too nervous to properly sleep at all. You went to bed around midnight, whereas he went to sleep at 2 AM. His heart felt like it was about to explode those entire two hours, but finally he fell asleep when his exhaustion outweighed his anxiety. When he woke up, you were already awake, sitting with your back to the headboard. You look down at him and away from the book you were writing in and smile. "You finally awake sleepyhead?" you ask, patting his head. He hums and nuzzles into your pillows. You laugh and say, "Okay, I'm gonna go to the bathroom first. I didn't wanna go while you were still asleep." You close the book and set it on the nightstand, before slipping out from underneath the covers. Kaji stays still in bed for a while, before he lifts his head and his eyes zero in on the book on your bedside table. He reaches for the book, curious to see if you were drawing something. He flips open to the bookmarked page, removing the pink ribbon and tossing it back over the cover. His eyes widen as he sees what you were writing. he's so cute, oh my god. he's sleeping right next to me right now, and it's the first time he's spent the night over at my house!! I hope he's comfortable, and not too cramped. Oh my god, his cheek is so squishy! Imma paste a photo later next to this page, but I took a photo of him sleeping and his cheek is all squished against the pillow. wait, lemme just . . . i just pinched his cheek! oh my god he'd never let me do that if he was awake, i win! Kaji slams the book shut, not able to read anymore. He puts the book back on the nightstand and practically jumps off of your bed. He leaves your bedroom and sees you exiting your bathroom. "Kaji, what's wrong? Why's your face so red?" you ask. "Did you pinch my cheek while I was asleep?" "Huh? N-no, why?" you stammer. "I . . . I just thought I felt something before I woke up," he mutters. There's no way in hell he's telling you that he read your diary. You find out still though, since Kaji didn't bother to put the ribbon back anyways.

[dixonsdarkelf]

Daryl Dixon & The Weird Girl Headcanons

Main masterlist Daryl x Reader Masterlist

In which Daryl is dating the weird, off-putting girl who looks like she could lead a cult. As a weird, off-putting girl who looks like she could lead a cult, I felt called to do this one. I took this down the road of Reader having a creepy/spooky/witchy 'cult' vibe.

Saw this post from the lovely @bambidixon & came up with some headcanons. I hope y’all like them 🖤

Remember, these are MY OPINION. If you disagree, that’s fine, but play nice. I'm still new to doing headcanons, so please be gentle. I may add to this as time goes on.

Warnings: mentions of the following: cults (duh), death, bugs, spiders, taxidermy, animal bones, seances, ghosts/witchy shit

➼ Honestly, he’d be hesitant to approach you at first, wondering if perhaps you were in fact a cult leader in the old world. But he’d be drawn to that strangeness about you.

➼ After getting to know you, though, he’d come to appreciate all of your little quirks, and they’d be his favorite things about you.

➼ He’d be sure to pick and bring you any sort of half-dead or withered flowers he finds so you can dry and press them. He’d also bring you more unconventional plants like ivy, moss, and mushrooms.

➼ You’d decorate your home with all the plants he brings you—ivy hanging from the banisters and curtain rods, dried flowers in vases in the living room, etc.

➼ He would be incredibly protective of you. Not that he wouldn’t normally, but he knows a lot of people have some not-so-nice things to say about you, and he’d quickly put any of those people in their place.

➼ Being a weird, off-putting girl involves having some weird, off-putting interests, such as death, taxidermy, and entomology (the study of insects). Speaking of bringing you things, he’d collect things like animal bones and dead insects for you to add your collection.

➼ If you wore makeup, he’d love to watch you do it. Anything he comes to learn about makeup would be from you. He’d learn your favorite shades of eyeshadow (the dark colors of course) and while he might be intimidated by your black lipstick at first, it would eventually become his favorite shade on you.

➼ You’d make him gifts with your own little twist to them. You’d cut up scraps of fabric from old clothes and paint skulls and spooky things on them to make patches for his vest or jeans, carve astrological or witchy designs into a candle, or make him an ashtray shaped like a spider or beetle.

➼ He likes your style and how you’re not afraid to wear what you want and express yourself through your attire, the bullshit others have to say be damned.

➼ He’d let you paint his nails to match yours. He loves it, even if he pretends to do so begrudgingly.

➼ When going on runs with him, you’d joke that every house you passed was a ‘haunted house’ and talk about the times you did seances with your friends before the outbreak. He’s heard those stories more times than he can count, and he never gets sick of them.

➼ You love to play into the rumor started by some kids in the community that you’re a witch, and he thinks it’s hilarious.

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GIF and © below were made by me. Sparkle and 'continue reading' dividers are by @/anitalenia

[gingerteafairy]

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙝𝙤𝙬 (𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

Peter had to thank wikiHow creator for finally getting a girlfriend.

tags n warnings: smut, idiots in love, kinda fluff, virgin!peter, cockwarming, piv, cursing, mdni, porn w little plot. word count: 3.1k

masterlist

You were sprawled out on the carpet next to Peter, your heads almost touching as you watched yet another one of his dumb Facebook videos. Feet nudging each other, the usual deal with your weird best friend. "Check this out—dude literally fires a gun with just his toes."

"Peter, I’m over this!" you groan, suddenly sitting up and breaking the rhythm.

Peter shoots you a confused, slightly annoyed glance before sitting up too, his eyebrows knitting together. "Over what? We’re just chillin’ on our phones." He tosses his phone down like it betrayed him.

"Exactly! We’re supposed to be hanging out, and instead, we’re glued to our screens. It’s so lame!" you exclaim, throwing your hands up for emphasis before crossing your legs on the floor.

"Oh, my bad," he smirks, leaning back on his hands. "What’s next? Tea party with stuffed animals?"

"Ha-ha, you’re hilarious," you deadpan, grabbing your phone and unlocking it. "No, but we’re doing something—anything but this."

"Wait a sec. You’re the one yelling about phones, and now you’re all up in yours again?" He shakes his head, laughing, his knees bumping against yours as he leans forward.

"I’m looking for ideas, genius. Clearly, neither of us can think of something fun on our own," you fire back, scrolling until your face lights up. "Got it. This is perfect."

You spin your phone around, showing him the screen. He leans in, squinting suspiciously. "No way. 150 Questions to Ask Your Boyfriend? And it’s from freakin’ wikiHow?"

"It’s better than watching you scroll through those ancient Facebook memes. You’re, like, the only dude under 25 who still uses that app," you tease, tilting your head at him while scrolling through the list.

"Hey, Facebook is underrated. Some of the groups on there are gold, like—"

"'Looking for an Inmate to Date.' Don’t even start. I know about that one," you interrupt, breaking into laughter. "I’ll give you that—it’s iconic. Alright, here’s one for you: what color would you erase from the world, and why?"

Peter stretches out his legs and grins. "Ooo, deep question. Hmm... pink."

"Pink? What did pink ever do to you?" you ask, laughing as you shift closer to him, sitting on your knees now.

"I don’t know; it just bugs me. Especially that blinding hot pink. You know, the shade old ladies wear to the grocery store like it’s a fashion statement," he says, gesturing dramatically with his hands.

You snort, nudging his shoulder. "Alright, your turn—ask me one."

"You’re not gonna answer the color thing?" He raises an eyebrow, his mouth quirking up in challenge.

"Nope. Gotta keep the mystery alive," you reply, leaning back on your palms.

"Fine," he smirks, scrolling dramatically through the questions. "Alright, here’s one: pick three items from the store to guarantee the cashier gives you weird looks." Peter’s grin widens as he leans toward you. "And don’t even think about copping out with something boring."

“Lub, car wax, and cat litter," you laugh as you count them off on your fingers. “It's always the sex ones.”

"I’ve got a better one: Condoms, yogurt, and pliers," Peter chimes in with a smug grin.

Your jaw drops in exaggerated shock, and you lightly smack his shoulder. "You’re disgusting!" you exclaim, laughing so hard you almost lose your balance. “That's criminal.”

He leans back with a smirk as you scroll for another question. “I'm just more creative than you.”

"Alright, here’s a good one," you announce, eyes twinkling. "What’s your favorite thing about me?"

Peter tilts his head, resting his chin in his hands as he looks you over, scanning your face and, embarrassingly, your whole body. The intensity of his gaze makes your cheeks heat up. It wasn’t exactly a secret that you had a crush on Peter Maximoff. The problem was he was dumb enough to miss that this question was a trap—a way to find out if he might feel the same. He felt. Bad. And just like him, you were stupid enough to not notice.

"You’re funny," he says plainly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

The simplicity of his answer makes your smile falter for a split second, and he notices immediately. Concern flashes in his eyes as he leans closer.

"That’s it?" you shot, eyebrows furrowing as you lean forward, trying to catch his gaze.

Peter’s cheeks turn pink—faster than anything else about him, really—and he shifts awkwardly, running a hand through his hair. "Having a good sense of humor is important," he adds quickly, smiling nervously. "And...you’re cute. That’s cool too."

The reassurance makes your heart do a weird little flip, though you try to keep your face neutral. "Your turn," he spat, clearly eager to move the spotlight off himself.

"You’re smart," you reply confidently, straightening your posture as if declaring a fact. "You’re handsome, funny, and it’s like you can read my mind because you always know what makes me laugh. You’re always on time—because, well, you’re fast. You’re interesting in literally everything you do, and—"

You stop mid-sentence, realizing how much you were rambling.

"Wow, didn’t know I was all that," Peter teases, grinning at you like the cat that got the cream. Then, of course, because he’s Peter, he leans in to push your buttons further. "You’re gorgeous. You smell amazing. You’re funny. Super smart. And you’ve got killer taste in music."

Your cheeks practically catch fire, and you manage to stammer, "Thanks...Peter..."

But before you can regain your composure, he snatches your phone and grins. Next question. Same topic. Let’s keep this going.”

"If you could ask me anything, what would it be?" Peter’s voice carried that teasing edge you’d come to know too well, and you immediately felt your throat tighten.

You swallowed hard, a nervous laugh bubbling up as you looked away, pretending to focus on the texture of the carpet. Your mind was racing with unspoken questions—Do you like me as much as I like you? Do you ever think about kissing me? Have you ever fantasized about me?—but instead, you chickened out and asked, "What song reminds you of me?"

He chuckled, a little too casually, like it was the silliest question ever. You pouted instinctively, your lips forming an adorable little curve that he secretly loved.

"Sorry," he said, waving a hand as if to dismiss his laugh. "Uh... I don’t know, maybe something old, like Can’t Take My Eyes Off You or something. This is a tough one—requires actual brainpower."

"Unbelievable," you said, shaking your head with a soft laugh. "It’s not that hard."

Peter smirked, shifting closer to you, his shoulder lightly bumping yours. He loved how easily flustered you got, and you could feel his gaze lingering on you again, just enough to make your cheeks burn.

"Okay, if I could ask you anything," he started, leaning in slightly, "it’d be...what’s your favorite memory of us?"

"Uh...I think it’s that time I was craving chocolate, and you brought me some in, like, two seconds," you said, smiling softly. "Then you told me about your powers, and you were so worried I’d freak out or something. But I just laughed."

Peter laughed too, relaxing his posture as he propped himself up on one elbow. "Man, I really thought you’d throw a frying pan at me or something dramatic like that."

"Why would I do that?" you giggled, feeling lighter just from the sound of his laugh.

"Because it’d be funny," he shot back, grinning. Then, shifting uncomfortably on the floor, he groaned. "Alright, this carpet’s killing me. Let’s move to the bed—it’s comfier."

You nodded, trying not to overthink the casual suggestion, and followed him as you both climbed onto the soft mattress. He sprawled out on his side, scrolling through more questions on your phone while you perched next to him, your legs tucked underneath you.

"If you were a sandwich, what would you be?" you asked, breaking the silence with a grin.

"Easy. Bacon cheeseburger. 100%," he said confidently, barely missing a beat as he handed your phone back and stole a glance at you out of the corner of his eye.

You noticed, of course—you always did. Instead of calling him out, you just smiled to yourself, feeling your heart race every time your gazes met. The room was filled with a quiet, happy tension, both of you a little shy but still enjoying the moment.

Even when he turned back to the phone, scrolling for another question, Peter couldn’t help but smirk to himself. He loved how easy it was to make you blush, and the fact that you didn’t seem to mind? That made it all the better. “What's your kinks?”

The question caught you off guard, and for a moment, you just stared at him, blinking as if your brain had short-circuited. And suddenly you remembered Peter's dirty mind. What could be worse than saying your biggest kink was your best friend fingerfucking you at light speed?

“Uhm… I don't know…the usual. Missionary or doggy. Dunno.” you shrugged, obviously. “What about you?”

“Alphabetically or chronologically?” he shot and you rolled your eyes, nudging him. But the way you looked up at him, so curious with those eyes he could steal the world for you to look at him again this way gave courage for him. “Cockwarming…I guess…”

“Have you ever tried it?” you questioned, biting your lip to calm your heartbeats. It was the first time you really made a move onto Peter's oblivious being.

“Not actually.” He giggled, scratching his head. “I'm virgin. Yes. I said it. Virgin as olive oil. Boom society. Peter Maximoff is a virgin as hell.”

“That's ironic, virginity is something pure in our culture.” You joked, untucking your legs as you pressed your thighs together. “Would you…you know… like to try?”

“Pfft, obvious.” He giggled, rolling his eyes. “But who will I make it? I don't picture anyone interested in me.”

“How can you be so fucking dumb?” You spat and shut instantly by realizing you said it out loud. Talking alone wasn't a good thing.

“Why am I dumb? You are dumb for calling me dumb, you idiot.” He scoffed, offended. And yeah. Peter was dumb enough to not realize your intentions.

“You're dumb because I'm fucking offering me to cockwarm you, asshole.” You exploded in a low voice, eyeing him through your lashes, focusing on Peters trying to search the right words.

“Really?” He stammered, shifting his weight on the mattress.

“Y-Yeah…” you stuttered, three tones redder than before, nodding.

“Uhm…Okay…Yeah…Great…” He looked down, scratching his neck just to get his eyes back on you, completely shy about the situation. “You…You wanna do it now?”

You nodded, timid enough that nothing understandable came out of your mouth. Peter swallowed and looked at you several times before coming with the decision of kissing you. Yeah. That would be great. He thought.

“What are you doing?” You ask, frowning weirdly when his face comes closer to yours.

He groaned, downing his head, lifting just as fast. “I thought that kissing you would be a great start, you dumb.”

You snorted, taking a deep breath. Okay, you were dumb on that. “Fine. Let 's… do it.” you mumbled, turning your face in that weird position where your shoulders touched to close the gap between you, brushing your lips on his and wow, Peter had surprisingly soft lips way better than any of your dirty imaginations before bed.

Fast as the speed of light, Peter hummed in your mouth feeling his cock already rock hard on his pants. He broke the kiss, opening his eyes slowly to focus on yours. “it…it was good. You're a good kisser.”

“Yeah.” You muttered, glancing at his lips mid-parted. “You unzip your pants or…you want me to do it?”

“Whatever's good for you. I…can do it.” He shrugged, freezing before shaking his head and unzipping and down his pants in one second, his cock standing deliciously on his belly.

Your mouth instantly watered at the sight, obligating you to swallow to get rid of the excess saliva. “Uhm… I'll… get undressed.” You announced, gazing his tip wet in pre-cum.

“Great.” he muttered, waiting for you, deep breathing when you lifted your hip to get rid of your shorts, crawling to toss it on the floor. And when you did, fuck, Peter had to concentrate on anything for not cumming by seeing your covered ass up and wet sweet patch on your panties. Pink. The color he hated. Whatever, he loved pink now. Pink was definitely his favorite color. He would buy anything pink from the supermarket.

You came back to your place, eyeing his tip, wetter than a few seconds ago. Shit, you were going crazy. “Can I…”

“Sure.” He promptly agreed, opening his legs a little wide so you could fit on his lap.

You nodded and took off your panties, crawling again to sit on his lap, carefully wrapping your hand on his length while you placed it on your entrance. “I'll…I'll do it now, okay?” You purred, hating yourself for sounding so desperate. Fuck, his veiny cock was facing your pussy. You. Peter. Cockwarming. This wasn't your imagination.

“Okay.” He grunted, breathing heavily. You slowly inserted his tip, sliding down with your eyes on the back of your head when you both moaned together. Nothing could describe how good Peter's cock felt on your pussy. Bad news. You got a new addition.

You moaned needy when his dick was fully inside you, not helping your hips to wiggle slowly, enjoying the sensation. “Uhm…Peter.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. It's wet. Oh my god it's so wet.” He estates, throwing his head back. You were warm, tight, so fucking wet for him he thought he was in a pool. “I love your pussy.”

You hummed, swaying your hip back and forth to increase the friction. He grabbed your hip, helping you with the movement. “Yeah, Peter. Just like this. Hmmm, this is fucking good. You feel so fucking good on me.” You mewl, giving him a piece of heaven when you made a dirty round movement on his cock, clenching your walls when he pulsate on you.

Peter shutted his eyes, opening to gaze at your intimates together, especially on his dick juiced by your juices, lewd and noisy delicious sounds from it echoing in the room. “Can…can I touch you?”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded, absorbed in the pleasure. “Please… Please touch me, Peter…Uhmmmm...”

Peter licked his lips, pushing your body to crash on his chest, where he wasted no time to kiss you roughly while his fingers snaked to your cunt, at first, touching slowly, but he had a better idea. He buzzed his fingers, feeling proud when he felt you trembling on him, moving your legs desperately and moaning lustfully on him, dropping your head on his shoulder.

“m gonna cum. Peter, shut, cumming.” you whined, arching your back by melting on his cock, screaming his name on your orgasm, fire pooling on your lower belly.

“Fuck. Yeah…you're so hot. This…oh my god.” He interrupted, moaning when your pussy just clenched him so right that he twisted the positions with your ass up, fucking you miserably fast and good with your face on his fluffy pillow.

“Peter!” You screamed muffled, fisting your nail on the duvet, biting it as it was enough to make that overstimulation less crazy. Not effective, you just had the feeling of cumming again when his cock kissed your cervix multiple times as he fucked himself deep on your cunt, stuffing it with his fat cock.

“Your…pussy…it's so fucking good. God, i…had…uhmm…” he moaned, rocking his hips so fast that it could be confused by the same buzz his fingers did on your clit. “You're so hot, you're so beautiful…uhmm…say my name, baby. Please…”

“Peter, fuck…more…” you sob. Fucking Peter was a drug, he was shamelessly good on that, having you cumming again with your vision fading black.

He breathed, slowing his sway on a magnetic decrescendo, burying his head on your neck as he forked his fingers on your hair. “Didn't know cockwarming was…this…fucking good.”

You nodded, mind blank as your mouth opened synchronized to his balls deep on you, the same swing on your tits, where he cared to cup them on one hand while the other continued to buzz. All your mind could think was Peter's veins and tip stuffing you perfectly. “Peter…your cock is so…fucking good. Why…why didn't you do it later?”

“Fuck, dunno.” he gasped, forcing a fast pace again, harder then before, humming when his thrust touched your beloved place that made you squeak and grin under him. “Is…is it here?”

“Yes! Yes,yes, fuck yes.” You babbled, soaking his bed on drool and melting juices of your abused cunt who seemed never to give up on taking him well.

“Shit, im gonna cum.” He moaned, taking his cock out, pumping him and spreading his seed on your back, thick wires of cum on your skin and it seemed like it wasn't enough, it just came and came. Til he finished, crashing on the mattress facing the ceiling.

You groaned, plopping your elbows on the bed to sit up, shaking your sweaty hair off your face to look at Peter. You grinned, giggling stupidly while he chuckled gazing at you. Soon, the giggles turned into laughter as you fell on his body, relaxing on a fulfilling peace.

“D’you even realize that we used wikiHow to fuck?” You chortled, pursuing his lips.

“Yeah. Like how to dig your best friend. Wikihow knows the best.” he snorted, stroking your hair, his eyes demanding a different shine that told secretly all his feelings for you. It wasn't enough, though. Peter had to say. “Do you know I have a thing for you, right?”

“Yeah, how big is this thing?” You ask, resting your chin on your palm to glance at him, a gesture that made him squeeze your exposed breast.

“Big as your booba.” He teased, sticking his tongue. “I'm kidding. It 's like…really big. I kinda love you.”

“You do?” you teased back, giggling when he shifted positions to peck your lips. Your heart exploded when he deepened carefully, wrapping his arms on your waist.

“Yes, I do.” He remarked, kissing the tip of your nose. “Do you love me or you just wanted to use my cock for your own selfish purpose?”

You frowned, pretending to think. “Both.”

“You little…” he laughed, running his hands on your sides to briefly tickle you as a light punishment. Kissing as a sorry. “But you can use me for that. I won't complain.”

“I will.” You reassured, pushing him by the back of his neck to another kiss. “And I love you.”

[eras-mus]

hi can i request jamil with a scarabia first year (platonic and male reader) who is his iago. like the reader is a beastman bird or just wears feathered accessories, is brutally honest as it is to be comical to others, knows jamil's true nature and is his partner in crime.

Birds Of A Feather

Jamil Viper x Platonic! Macaw! Male Reader

Summary: Y/n was one of the most extravagant students in Scarabia, from his beautiful multi-colored wings to his elegant outfits. Everyone knew him. How could you not? He was loud, funny, and left a trail of feathers. He seemed to be the opposite of his best friend, Jamil Viper.

★I love this idea so much!!!

★Takes place during the 4th book

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No one would have ever guessed Y/ns true intentions.

It just goes to show how misleading appearances are in this world.

At least that's what Yuu told themself as they walked back to the Scarabia dorm, sand in their shoes, betrayal lingering in the air.

"You look so beautiful all dressed up." That was the first thing Yuu ever told Y/n "Why are you dressed up?"

"I feel the most like myself when I'm dressed like this"

That moment would be the beginning of a friendship that was more valued by Yuu than Y/n.

As the group continued on their long walk back to the Scarabia dorms conversation of missed signs began.

"Kalim, did Jamil ever seem unhappy in your company?"

"How long had Jamil been working for your family?"

"How much work did he do?"

Most of these questions were answered by a sobbing Kalim, who had to take multiple breaths in-between each word, but there were some that Azul was able to answer, thanks to his extensive knowledge of every student on the campus.

"What about Y/n?" Yuu piped up; voice slightly cracking "Did he ever seem off?"

"And then Azul overblotted, because that's just the luck I have in this world-" Yuu sighed, recapping the events of winter break to Y/n. "And, like always, I had to take care of it myself because Crowley is never any help."

"I wish I could say I was surprised by Azul." Y/ns wings twitched slightly, a couple feathers falling stray. "He always seemed rather fragile, similar to Kalim in that sense."

Y/n had brought up his house-warden multiple times to Yuu. He would tell them how reckless and childish Kalim was, like a baby everyone had to walk on eggshells around. Yuu never saw the same dark look in Y/ns eyes like when he was talking about Kalim.

"Anyway-" Y/n spoke, switching back to his typical demeanor, "-What do you think of my hair, I wanted to try a new style to show off my new earrings!"

"I don't know Yuu, he and you were close, so wouldn't you know if there was something off." Azul made eye contact with Yuu, letting his words sink in.

"I can't recall..." Yuu replied, lying through their teeth. "He was always so honest."

"Well apparently he wasn't."

The group fell silent after that, soon everyone returned to their thoughts and reflections about the recent events.

It was a bright sunny afternoon, Y/n and Ruggie had decided to skip clubs to hang out with Yuu, Grim was taking a nap somewhere unknown. They were sitting in the shade of a tree near the Ramshackle dorm, laughing until they couldn't breathe.

"So, I was thinking about getting a haircut" Yuu started "Something super short, what do you think?"

"Maybe..." Ruggie trailed off.

"Absolutely not, no, never let that thought go through your mind again." Yuu's jaw dropped, while Y/n kept a straight face.

Ruggie burst out laughing, falling back, head landing on Y/ns lap. That moment was perfect in Yuu's mind. No stress. No Chaos. Just sweet bliss.

"I miss him" Yuu whispered to themself.

"Who? Y/n?" Kalim responded, appearing right next to them.

Yuu looked around to make sure no one else was listening before responding. "Yeah, Y/n."

"I miss Jamil..." Kalim sighed. "Ya know, him and Y/n were close?"

"Yeah, Y/n would always go to Jamil for help with schoolwork" Y/n laughed. "I always thought it was weird because he was a mediocre student, but he always promised that he was some sort of genius."

"I thought Jamil was my best friend" Kalim sobbed.

Yuu hugged him.

"I know how you feel." That was all Yuu could mutter out before crying with him.

[hurricanek8art]

OC Interview

Tagged by @queen-scribbles, going with Aja! I really need to post more of her and Chrysali, but Vega keeps stealing my brain cells lately. Gee, I don't know who she could've picked that up from *cough* Aja *cough *

I think I filled out a version of this on my own once, just for fun without posting, but I hadn't looked at it in a while and it was fun to update!

Keeping the (no pressure) tags going with @starknstarwars if you wanna do it to!

Lord I need to draw some new Aja art to use for these, I haven't actually drawn her in ages somehow🙃

■ Basics

Name: Her smile feels a little practiced but genuine. "Aja Verdona. Please, do not stick a 'Commander' or 'Master Jedi' in there unless it's not a formal or life or death situation, and Throne-breaker is just a title everyone likes calling me because of the Tenebrae fights. My name is Aja, thanks."

Are you single? Aja's expression remains mostly the same, but there's the faintest hint of pink creeping into her cheeks. "I, uh, I mean, I am a Jedi, so it's... yes." She coughs, shifting in her seat with her nose slightly wrinkled. "Though honestly, I don't know if I'm that much of a Jedi-Jedi now, in the, uh, official sense. It's complicated. So I suppose it wouldn't get in the way of anything like that? Not that it matters. It doesn't. It's all good." She takes a deep breath to recover and shrugs, awkward. "I am single."

Birthplace? "An artists' hermitage in the Gallo Mountains, tucked away in Naboo's Lake Country. A combination of being so young when I left and some of the subsequent traumas in my youth have made my memories of it hazy." For a second, Aja's face turns almost dreamy, eyes closed as her lips curve up in a tiny smile. "But I can remember the water lapping up by the canal edge, glittering in the sun. And the millaflowers that grew on the slopes swaying in the light breeze. It was beautiful."

Hair color? "Dark brown." Aja laughs. "Well, mostly. I wouldn't be surprised if there's some early grays hiding in there nowadays." Her smile falters, turns a little awkward, and she brushes her white-streaked forelock out of her eyes. "The, uh, the white is from Valkorian. Little parting gift from when we finally got him out of my head. Doesn't bother me really, I just feel a little weird trying to explain it sometimes."

Eye color? "Green. Kira said they're leaf-colored, I always liked that description." Aja blushes slightly. "There's, um, there's a different shade green it reminds me of now, but saying it out loud feels a little silly."

Birthday? Aja's smile turns awkward. "Complicated. I was so little when I left Naboo that I don't remember when it was beyond "middle of Lake Country summer". The hermitage didn't keep great medical records, either, and anything they had on me got lost at Coruscant, so no luck there. Kira decided to declare my new birthday was the day I broke free of Vitiate's mind control about a decade back. Felt as good a day as any to pick."

Gender? "Female."

Mood? Aja sighs. "I am... hanging in there. Have a lot going on right now." She twists the smile on tighter. "Don't worry about it, though, I'm fine. Happy and ready to continue the interview."

Are you happy? Aja pauses for a moment. The practiced smile is still there, but there's something flickering behind her eyes. "In many ways, yes. But I'm... very tired, too."

Are you angry? "I don't know. I'm just... tired."

Summer/Winter? "Summers. Warm days by the water bring back happy... well, I don't think they're memories really, but... feelings of them, or impressions, I guess? Memories of memories?" Her mood shifts to wry and amused. "Plus, I traveled around a lot as a Padawan, and trust me, when you're camped in the middle of karkin' farkin' nowhere trailing some Sith relic excavation team, snow up to your rear end and you can't build a fire because you're trying to remain undetected, you long for a warm summer night."

Morning/Afternoon? Aja grins mischievously. "I annoy so many people because I'm apparently, to quote Lana here, 'an incorrigible, accursed morning person'." She shrugs. "It was just because I got in the habit of dawn-to-sunrise meditation with one of my former masters, Karoli, but nowadays? My day to day schedule starts at 0800 and goes to 1900 and I am always on call in case of an emergency. I like that quiet time to catch my breath before I have to start my day."

■ Eight things about your love life

Are you in love? Aja's face flushes scarlet. "Wait, I thought this was like a "get to know the Commander" fluff piece kind of interview, not—I—well, I, uh..." she clears her throat, still red-faced and smiling through the nerves as she twists her fingers in her lap. "I don't know, exactly? I've never had... feelings of that kind before. So it's all really new and confusing, and I'm playing it all by ear as best I can. I think I'll know when I know, but I don't know right now, if that makes sense." She winces. "Please don't tell anybody. I already don't have much of a private life. I'd like to have something good to keep to myself for a while."

Who ended your last relationship? Aja shrugs. "Nobody. I haven't had one before, that's why I'm so... weird about all this, I guess."

Have you ever broken someone's heart? Aja shifts uncomfortably in her seat, a troubled look flickering in her eyes. Her throat bobs as she swallows. "Not in the romantic sense, but... yes. More than a few people, I think. It's been a long road and I've made a lot of mistakes on it." When she looks back up, there's an earnestness in her eyes. "But I'm trying to do better, always. I promise you that."

Are you afraid of commitments? "Not really." Aja leans back in her seat and laughs, a bit wry. "I don't think I'd be leading something like the Alliance if I was afraid of committing all of myself to something." She rubs the back of her neck and exhales a soft sigh. "Though I think sometimes I commit all of myself to something too much, y'know? I don't give myself a lot of space to just be myself, let alone just be myself with someone else."

Have you hugged someone within the last week? "I hug Teeseven all the time. Screw anyone who says it's weird, Teeseven is the best, he deserves a hug. I think I hugged Kira after she consulted on a Darth Nul thing the other day. And I gave Vega a side-hug after she conquered a complicated Force trick she'd been struggling with yesterday. She's working hard to master super-precise stuff because it doesn't come very easily to her, I'm proud."

Have you ever had a secret admirer? Aja tips her head back, shaking it as she cackles. "Admirer, yes. Secret, no. Though he did finally get the message I wasn't interested and stepped back. We're great friends now that all that's out of the way, no one I trust more to patch me up after a fight." She leans her head back forward and stops to think for a heartbeat, and then her eyes dart sideways as she brushes some hair out of her eyes again. "I... might have another, but, um, let's keep that between us until I can figure things out, yeah?"

■ Six choices

Love or lust? Aja coughs, awkward, eyes flicking away again as a blush creeps into her cheeks. "Love."

Iced tea or lemonade? "Being raised in the Jedi Order means you get hooked on tea from a young age. But Admiral Daerunn introduced me to iced Gatalentan tea and now I'm addicted, curse the man."

Cats or dogs? "Do I have to pick? That's not fair, don't make me pick between my babies."

A few best friends or many regular friends? "Is both not a good thing? Because I've ended up with both and I'm quite content." Aja pauses to think about it, cocking her head to one side. "I think I prefer having a small circle in a lot of ways, though. Not to the point of hating the wider one, just... it can be a lot."

Wild night out or romantic night in? She clears her throat. "I, uh, well... I wouldn't mind staying in, but it doesn't have to be... that. I'm good just sitting and watching a holovid."

Day or night? "Day. Definitely day." Aja shifts uncomfortably in her chair, eyes averted. "I... don't like the dark."

■ Four have you evers

Been caught sneaking out? Her averted eyes grow small and any semblance of the polite smile on her face is completely gone for a moment. "Once. Uh, on Alderaan. It was less sneaking out and more trying to tag along in secret." She swallows hard. "Orgus, my master, he caught me and made me stay back. I, uh..." Aja clears her throat again, voice soft. "...can we move on to the next question?"

Fell up/down the stairs? Her face flickers with mild relief at the subject change. "I don't think so. There's been some times I stumbled when I had my mind somewhere else, but I've never actually fallen." She frowns, blankly. "How do you fall up stairs, though?"

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? Aja clenches her mouth shut tightly, a muscle visibly jumping in her jaw. Her eyes drift down to her lap. "Yes. It's, um... a bit heavy to get into here, though, so... let's keep it rolling, yeah?"

Wanted to disappear? The expression grows even more distant. "Yes. Very much, yes."

■ Four preferences

Smile or eyes? "We're doing romance stuff again? Oh, boy. Uh..." Aja blushes deeply and she ducks her head, grinning to herself. "Both, kind of. But the smile is the one that keeps getting to me, so..."

Shorter or taller? "No real preference, I think. But most of the guys I run into are taller than me anyway, so I guess it's a bit moot."

Intelligence or looks? Aja frowns, thoughtful. "I never really thought about it. I don't know." The blush returns. "I think it's personality above all for me, so I suppose it's sort of intelligence?"

Hookup or relationship? Aja's eyes widen, and she looks a bit like a uxibeast in headlights. "I, um... relationship, I suppose? Can I have some slightly less invasive questions, please?"

■ Family

Do you and your family get along? She looks visibly relieved and then laughs wryly to herself. "Biological, I don't remember. But my chosen family? Oh, we are an absolute, ever-changing, always-squabbling mess." She grins. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Would you say you have a "messed up" life? Aja stares blankly for a moment before biting her lip to stifle a snicker. "Yeah. Yeah, I would say that, definitely."

Have you ever run away from home? "No. Not unless you count joining the Order, but my parents approved it, I remember that." Aja cocks her head, smiling wistfully. "Honestly, ever since the carbonite stint, I feel like part of me has been trying to run back home, in a way. I think I'm close to getting there, but it's so very different now."

Have you ever gotten kicked out? Aja frowns thoughtfully. "Saresh threatened to kick me out of some joint operation strategy meetings once or twice, back when I was the Order's Battlemaster. Said it was for vehemently disagreeing with her. Does that count?"

■ Friends

Do you secretly hate one of your friends? Aja's face twists into an absolutely bewildered expression, eyebrows furrowed, nose wrinkled, and lips pursed. "I don't understand this question. And honestly, I don't think I want to. Why in Malachor's name would I pretend someone I don't like is my friend? That just sounds... cruel, and catty, and such a waste of energy. No thanks."

Do you consider all your friends good? "I consider them as trying to be, if they're my friend. Or, trying to do good, if they don't think of themselves as good." Aja tilts her head to one side, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I see nuance in it now that I didn't when I was younger—good's not what you are, it's what you choose to do, y'know?"

Who is your best friend? Aja laughs. "I don't know if I can claim a singular person for that role. Teeseven's the best, and Kira, Theron and Lana are my people, if that makes sense—we've been through so much together that calling them friend doesn't feel like enough, but it's not romantic, so they're just... my people. I couldn't see myself being able to do any of this without them."

Who knows everything about you? The smile flickers and Aja seems to shrink a little bit, expression hard to read. "I... well, Kira did, once, but... it's complicated, I think. Are... are we done here? Good. Sorry to end it on such a downer, I'm just—I don't want to talk about that. This was fun."

She stands up to leave, nodding politely in farewell, and glances at her comm as she goes, sighing in a way that sounds both weary and content at the same time. The break was nice, but now back to work.

[mikareo]

⌗ SEASONS OF LOVE ₊ ˖ ་. a 呪術廻戦 miniseries

“ ࣭⸰ ★ HOPELESS ROMANTIC ; geto x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . episode two ! ꒱ . . . word count; 1.1k ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᯇ it's not a hot-girl summer

⊹ ⠀⠀ geto suguru was having such a great day...until you knock on his door at 6:00pm begging for help with your boy troubles.

contains; geto suguru x fem reader, university (year 2) au, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, love triangle

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"what the fuck are you doing here?"

geto thinks this is the first time ever, that the two of you have been within six feet of each other without gojo around to make conversation...and it's weird. he didn't even know that you knew where he lived, let alone would come knocking on his door right before he was about to leave to get some korean barbecue chicken. he's barely moved in yet, with the summer coming to a close as campus begins to open up again, and you're surprisingly the first familiar face he's been able to see. yippee, lucky him. man, he really wants some honey garlic chicken, right now.

it's not that he doesn't like you. he thinks you're fine. you're normal. you don't cause any trouble unless you're with gojo, and you might be more similar to geto than one may think— but hanging out with you has never really been a thing. the only notable thing that you do have in common is gojo; and unfortunately, that's the very reason why you're here.

"satoru made a hinge profile." you sigh.

who cares?

"okay? he's satoru, that's not unusual." geto assumes this conversation will be a waste of time, but he wants to hear you out. he's nice like that. "is there a bigger issue?"

the look in your eyes tell him that there is, and within the ten seconds he takes to gaze at them, he finds himself lost. just for a moment, he's standing on a cliffside, gazing out at the open sea, with a sunset of colors painted before him. he's understanding your emotions from a painter's point of view, noticing each blended shade watercolored onto your irises with gentle brush strokes. there's loneliness, hopelessness, helplessness...and most significantly...there's love.

"you're in love with him, aren't you?"

without thinking, he moves aside to give you space to enter his room. he knows that this conversation will be difficult for you and wants to give you the privacy to vent in quiet; after all, it's the least he can do.

"how are you in love with satoru? he's like a walking std." geto thought you were the one girl who wasn't in love with his best friend. it seems he was wrong. "there's a ton of other guys on campus to go out with. why don't you do that thing people talk about online...the...what is it? hot girl summer?"

you groan and hug his pillow to your chest. when did you get on his bed? "i don't want a hot girl summer anymore, geto."

"i want a satoru summer."

that sounds like something out of his nightmares. the thought of gojo invading his every day and shadowing him from the sun is almost nausea inducing— however, geto didn't let you into his safe space to judge you. he let you in so he could listen.

"i'm just so tired of watching every other girl go on dates with him, it's not fair! why does he want them? none of them actually know him. they don't know his favorite stores or how he likes his eggs cooked! they don't see the face he makes when he's actually upset, and they definitely can't tell the difference between his fake upset look and his real upset look! i know him better than anyone— including you— and i don't understand why he doesn't love me like i love him! —and now this new class of freshmen girls get to have him? no! it's like he doesn't even see me as an option, he just looks through me. i don't exist in any romantic category in his brain, it's bullshit."

as your tears soak his favorite throw pillow, geto takes a moment to piece together everything you cried. with the voice cracks and small sobs, it was difficult for him to follow along, but he believes he understands the main point. you love gojo. gojo doesn't love you. simple.

geto would be lying to say that gojo's just a coward and actually does want you back. he knows firsthand that his best friend has never ever mentioned you in any romantic way. to gojo, you're just another best friend that he can rely on when he's being an absolute dick— which is a shitty situation for your sake, but you deal with it anyways just as geto does.

"y'know what i think?" he leans against his bed frame, gently tilting your head up to look at him. "i think that he might not be right for you. i mean, if you feel like he doesn't see you, he's not the one."

you bite your lip, struggling to hold in your tears. "but he is. i know he is. i need to be better for him."

now that's just not right.

"no." his hand is caressing your face. the position is very intimate and if anyone walked in they'd definitely assume you're a couple, but geto isn't aware of that. he just wants to make sure that you're going to be okay. "you shouldn't have to change yourself for satoru of all people—"

"but i do need to!" the volume of your voice surprises him, causing him to jolt back and let go of your cheek. "i just need more experience to be the kind of woman he likes. i need to actually put myself out there, i mean, i never do that. obviously he isn't going to like me if i don't even know how to flirt." you don't know how to flirt?

"you're joking right?"

"why would i be joking?"

"you seriously can't get a guy?"

"...i don't want to answer that."

ohmygod.

"alright," geto clears his throat and sighs the deepest sigh in his entire life, "i'm going to do you a favor and take you on some dates for practice. nothing more than that; just a few dinners, maybe some coffee shops, and if you're lucky i'll even throw in a bookstore or two. nothing romantic, though. i just want to be a good friend."

there's a small smile creeping on your lips. "are you serious?"

it's kind of cute. "dead serious."

and suddenly your arms are around him and geto thinks he might lose consciousness with the lack of oxygen he's getting. you give good hugs.

"thank you! thank you!" you're excited again and he's happy to make you laugh. your crying face was too much for him to handle. you don't deserve to feel sad, you're too sweet for that. "i'm so excited! i can't wait!"

what has he gotten himself into...

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[adobe-outdesign]

what do you think of the new pteri day stuff? personally i'm not a fan of the cardinal outfit mainly because something about the face just looks wrong to me, but i like the museum outfit and am glad we got a new one of those. and i think the candy pteri is so funny. i think it's cool to have a choice between a more typical-looking, but still cute, candy pet, and between using PB clothes to turn it into a peep. i've already seen people make hilarious customs with the peep pteri.

Candy: Yeah I'll admit, I'm not the biggest fan of this one, sorry. I do like the concept of it being based off a Peep (though admittedly most people outside of the US don't know what that is—note for non-US readers: a Peep is a vaguely bird-shaped marshmallow covered in sugar crystals sold around the holidays), and I do appreciate them doing two designs, one "outfit" that's super literal and then one that's more pet-specific, which shows a good deal of effort. Also, the outfit is pretty funny purely from a meme perspective in the same vein as the Maraquan Nimmo.

However, my problem is that we're on two ends of the extreme with both designs: one is literally straight up a Peep(TM) with nothing Pteri-like about it whatsoever, and one is a vaguely glittery Pteri with nothing particularly candy-like about it. Why not blend the two? Give us a Pteri with the same texture, but round out the claws, feathers, etc. Make the eye markings all blobby, give the head feathers and tail that signature Peep flip, make the pupils the little candy dots, and maybe even have a little bite taken out of the wing to show off the marshmallow interior. You could even still keep the same outfit for the meme if you want, but then you'd at least have a high-effort Peep-inspired Pteri instead of a Peep(TM) and a low-effort Pteri colour, which I think is an import distinction.

As a side note, I'm linking this post by @synthaphone out of obligation because it says most of the same things I just did but was published earlier:

Forest (Outfit): Once again, not a huge fan. I've never really liked these hyper-realistic animal outfits; I'm playing Neopets for the neat fantasy creatures, so for me, having an outfit that's just like, a straight-up cardinal feels pretty boring.

Putting aside personal preferences though, I also just find this really uncanny? It's a bad combo of way, way too much texturing and detailing on a very cartoonish body with eyes that really don't belong on that face. The rendering itself is at least objectively well-done with lots of nice shading, but I would've much preferred just a regular non-textured Pteri with the same colors and markings. Once again, the difference between making a Neopet inspired by something IRL and just making something that already exists IRL.

Museum (Outfit): Okay, now this one I do like a lot. I already made a review covering museum outfits and in it I mentioned wanting more that aren't just mammals. The Pteri is a welcome addition, following the same format as the other museum outfits but having the skeleton hang from suspension wires instead of it sitting on a platform like all the others. That's really nice attention to detail and works perfectly with the concept. While the rendering here is still more detailed than Neopets' art tends to be, it's not bothersome as it's not uncanny (being a skeleton) and you can still very easily tell it's a Pteri.

My only minor gripe is that the placard shows just a straight-up pterosaur, which is weird. I get that the Pteri is supposed to look a bit like a pterosaur with the head crest and everything, but just having a real-life dinosaur on there is kind of distracting. That's a very minor point though; otherwise, I'm a big fan of this one.

[karaspal]

could drop a list of some of your hc for Kara Zor-El? What makes you love the character so much? If you could reintroduce someone or something for a new story for Supergirl!Kara

i feel like i have a lot of kara hcs but for some reason i can't think of that many at the top of my head. here are some i can think of:

sexuality hcs first - arrowverse!kara is ace and bi, moive!kara is a lesbian (and her brainy is a woman) and so is maws!kara, pre-crisis!kara is bi, and current kara is also a lesbian (and her brainy should be a woman);

here i talked about the movies i'd think she'd have fun starring in + i think she'd love to do a play on broadway;

kara is the photographer of the family. she's always taking pictures of her loved ones;

kara and damian are actually really good friends and hang out together. they have an older sister / younger brother type of dynamic;

i know it was canon at one point, but to me, kara is still the same age as dick and babs;

the older kara gets, the more she looks like her mother;

as time passed by, and because of the yellow sun on earth, her eye color changed to a deeper shade of blue;

kara, lois and lana have regular girls' nights out;

kara and lucy were in love in the supergirl movie;

at one point in the show, kara liked nia romantically, but decided a friendship between them is also good when she relaised nia doesn't like her like that;

one summer, kara and nat were camp counselors (while dating) at a steelworks summer camp. kara was stressing out because she wanted to make sure the kids had fun. nat was stealing kisses whenever the kids weren't looking which pissed kara off, but also made her smile every time;

during the future house of el stuff, kara wasn't the only one leading the house of el. thao-la was too, and they were married;

as to what makes me love the character... everything, to be honest. i've been a fan of kara ever since i was 13 years old. my first introduction to her was the tv show, and it was the first time i saw someone so kindhearted and compassionate and just good. and a few years after, i started reading her comics too.

i’ve always been fascinated by aliens, journalists, and superheroes (i was a weird kid), so seeing someone who checked all three boxes really stuck with me lol. not that i want her to be a journalist in the comics -- i don’t -- but i love that she is one in the show.

besides her altruistic nature, she's just a great person all around. i love her sense of humor and her love for musicals. i love how artistic she is. i love her style (minus a few eras). i love how hard she fights for what she believes in. i love the gentleness in her voice when she's comforting a loved one, and the soft kisses she presses to their temple whenever words aren’t enough.

i love the way she loves her family and friends, and how ride-or-die she is for them. i love the leader she is, and how she always makes sure the people on her team are okay. i love how gentle she is with kids, especially kids she sees her younger self in. kara is the most older sister i've ever seen, which is funny because she doesn't actually have a younger sibling. that's just the vibe she brings to the table.

i love kara’s flaws too. i love how hot-headed and stubborn she can be sometimes. i love her self-righteousness and the arrogance that comes from wanting to protect everyone. everything she does, she does because she wants to help. and that’s what i love most about her.

as for characters i'd like them to bring, i'd say her pre-crisis supporting cast. bring back lena, dick and nasty. and bring back some of her old villains too. the gang is the first that comes to mind. xenon too. but i'm fine with whatever, as long as kara gets to expand her rouge gallery. and as for something, i'd like her to be an actress again. or something artistic. and i'd like for her to move back to new york. i don't know how i feel about her going back to midvale as opposed to a big city yet.

anyways, sorry for the long ramblings and thanks for the ask! :)

[hysterical-luxury]

PC Interview (Anyone can hop on this if they wanna! :3)

Choose any amount of your OCs/PCs then answer the following questions. Make sure to be creative and have fun ^^ btw the Q stands for questioner so don't forget to have a little fun messing with them too! ^^

Eloise

Cherry

Princess

Faline

Cupid

Cherub(omg he's finally interacting with at least one person!)

INTERVIEW:

Q: Let's start off with a brief introduction. -shuffles papers-

1. My name is Eloise. 2. Hi! I'm Cherry! :3 3. My name's Princess! 4. My name is Faline, it's nice to meet you. 5. The name's Cupid! Is my brother here too? 6.I'm Cherub.. how'd I get here? And why does it look like an interrogation room? Why are you recording this..? Oh, I see Cupid. He's my brother.

Q: How would you describe yourself?

1. I'd like to think I'm a very professional person. However, that's a different story when I'm out with my friends. 2. I think I'm really outgoing! At least that's what Robin says. But I really like doing fun things! Especially breeding! 3. I don't know what those bitches in the other rooms are saying, but I think I'm the best out of the six of us! What's there not to love? I'm rich (Q: It's not even your money-)and I have a cute boyfriend that gives me money!(Q: Just confirming it's not your money.) 4. Some people say I'm very kind and help others when needed. I mean I do like to help people, as long as it's nothing illegal I don't mind. 5. I'm gonna be honest, people think I'm an asshole because I steal things all the time. Especially Leighton, that guy can't stand me, haha! 6. I'm not answering this. I tend to stay away from people, it keeps me out of trouble, unlike my brother..

Q: What's your height?

1. 5'6 2. I'm the same height as Princess, 5'4! 3. 5'4, same height as Cherry. 4. I might be the shortest of the six. 5'3. 5. Me and my brother are the tallest of the six. Around 5'11 according to doctor Harper. 6. 5'11..

Q: Boy or girl?

1. Girl 2. Girl 3. Girl 4. Boy, I just like wearing dresses. 5. Boy 6. Boy

Q: What do you do to relax?

1. You'll find me just hanging out at the dance studio resting majority of the time. If not there, the bar. 2. I really like tanning on the beach! Or playing in the water with Sydney! Other than that I'm with my kids! 3. I really feel like me and the mall are really connected in a spiritual way y'know? Cashiers hate to see me coming! 4. When I'm not helping out at the temple, I normally either relax there or read at home. 5. I don't really get to relax, I got kids to feed so I'm always out hunting. I'm married to a bird. 6. I mostly sit in the park or meditate by the lake.

Q. What's your Favorite Color?

1. Honestly, I really like magenta 2. I can't really stick to one color, I love all of them! But teal is a really interesting color to me. 3. What I wear everyday, pink. 4. I really like the more simple colors. I mean, what even is electric blue? 5. I'd have to say the current color of my hair and wings are my favorite colors. 6. I like more darker shades.. I couldn't imagine being as colorful as cherry.

Q: Do you want a hug? x3

1. Is that really your question? No. 2. Yes, I love hugs! 3. Sure we can hug! Wanna head to the mall after this too? 4. Oh, um.. sure! 5. I can't promise you'll keep your wallet if you do hug me. (Q: you already stole my wallet..) 6. Don't fucking touch me! No thank you.

Q: What's your favorite food?

1. I prefer flapjack squares. 2. Belgian buns! They're so good I'm telling you you won't regret trying one! 3. Ever since Avery introduced me to steak.. oh my god! I made my own replication of the recipe from the restaurant and everything! 4. I must admit, I'm a bit malnourished. But, one of the foods I can't really have is a full English breakfast. It's rare that I'm allowed to eat such a big meal so it really is my favorite. 5. This is gonna sound weird, but lurkers. If you cook them instead of eating them raw like my husband they actually have a sweet taste to them. 6. Prawn bisque.

Q: Do you love anyone? If so who? -raises eyebrow-

1. Me and Avery had a friends with benefits thing going on, but I can't say I love him. 2. I love a lot of people! Like Avery, and Robin, and Sydney, and Whitney, and Kylar- Kylar's my favorite boyfriend by the way! I've had kids with all of them! (Q: What the hell is wrong with you-) 3. I don't know who these hoes think they are, but Avery is MY fucking boyfriend. 4. Sydney. I really believe me and Avery are very compatible. 5. I do love someone. He's these freaky hawk in that tower in the moor. 6. Love..? Well, I do. But I'm not going into depth about that.

Q: Do you have any kids?

1. No, and hearing about them from Cherry makes me not want kids any time soon. 2. I have eight kids, and I love them all dearly! Me and Whitney are expecting right now too!(Q: bitch wha-) 3. Did she just say eight..? There's no chance I'm having THAT many kids. 4. I don't have any children at the moment, but if Avery wanted to have children I wouldn't mind at all. 5. I got six kids. I'm so proud of them, they're already learning how to steal from campsites! 6. No.

Q: Have you ever killed anyone?

1. Not that I can remember, no. 2. I don't think so! 3. I accidentally ran a guy over when Avery took me to get my driver's test done. He was gonna buy me a Maybach Exelero too! I'm so fucking mad! 4. Absolutely not! 5. I killed this one guy while I was out hunting. He probably shouldn't have stopped me from stealing his firewood. 6. I don't come across people a lot since I like being alone. I wouldn't have a motive to kill anyone.

Q: Do you hate anyone?

1. I'm too successful to hate anyone really. 2. Bailey's really mean. And he's having his thugs watch my babies while I'm at school! 3. I fucking hate Bailey! This whole rent thing is so unneeded! 4. I don't like Leighton.. He scares me. 5. Those harpies that keep shit talking my husband. They're just mad because they're bitchless. 6. I really hate Bailey.

Q: Have any deep dark secrets?

1. Not really a deep dark secret, but I used to kind of like Briar. The owner of the brothel. 2. None of my boyfriends know I have kids. Well, Robin knows I have kids but he doesn't know that two of them are his. 3. Avery's still trying to figure out who totaled his car. Yeah, it was me. He wouldn't let me order what I wanted at the hotel. 4. I really like Sydney.. And I mean I really like Sydney. Avery won't see this footage right? 5. I wouldn't say I have any secrets. If anyone wants to know something they can ask me themselves. But, planting a glitter bomb in Bailey's office? Yeah that's something he'll never figure out the culprit of. 6. There's this thing I see in my dreams a lot. I've been seeing more of it since that second blood moon. I'm not sure why it's so persistent but I don't mind it actually..

Q: Do you have any bad habits?

1. Definitely getting too comfortable at performances. I'm there to work not schmooze with the audience. 2. Bailey says my bad habit is not getting him his money, or something like that! 3. Honestly, I can admit I go a little far with my spending habits. But who doesn't like a little retail therapy? 4.I have the habit of apologizing a lot. 5. Well, stealing isn't a terrible habit but I guess it's bad. 6. Cupid says I have a bad habit of scratching myself. A lot of the time I don't notice it, especially the small scars on my face.

Q: Do you play any instruments?

1. I can't play any instruments, but I can make up a quick dance on the spot if someone else were to play. 2. I can play a little bit of the flute! 3. Avery made me learn how to play the violin once for some guests. I was NOT happy. 4. I can play a bit of the piano. 5. I wouldn't mind learning, but I see no point in it. 6. I can play the violin..

Q: What's your favorite thing to do?

1. Nobody would know this, but I usually help out a bit at that farm outside of town. That Alex girl is surprisingly sweet. 2. I honestly just like spending time with my kids. 3. Driving around with Avery at night. Don't tell him I said this but those night drives are really nice, and they help me sleep. 4. Helping out at the temple is nice, but just spending time with the initiates is a breath of fresh air sometimes. As chaotic as they can be. 5. I like flying through the skies with my husband. 6. I read a lot, so I guess that counts.

Q: Where do you think you'll be in ten years?

1. Probably still doing what I do. I enjoy dancing so as long as I'm still healthy by the time I wouldn't stop even if it was recommended. 2. I think I'll have myself a cozy little apartment for me and my kids. Or, we'll live with Kylar! 3. In a mansion with a puppy. Obviously. 4. I'll most likely be working in the temple still. But I honestly want to quit being a model. Doctor Harper worries with how little I eat. 5. I'll be raising my kids with my husband, nothing new really. Still stealing too. 6. I wanna leave this corrupted town. Hopefully that happens before ten years have passed.

Q: Thank you for answering these questions! That'll be all! :D

1. Thank you. 2. It was nice meeting you! 3. Ugh, finally! 4. I'm glad I could be of help. 5. See ya! 6. I don't ever wanna do this again.

Tagging mutuals now! @dendrofiles @beevosmeower @dallynne @lovekylarforever @phantast310 @altwhore @miyaan:D

[do0zy-artz]

fWhip blinks at Jimmy, his face already starting to turn a light shade of pink. A moment before he had let a cheeky flirt slip out, maybe he had teasingly inched closer to the Codfather as well; invading his personal space just a bit. A flirt more obvious than his previous ones, one that he hoped and prayed that Jimmy would get.

And the blonde did get it, yet it did not have the desired or expected effect at all. Jimmy had give him a confused look, one that's maybe even a little appalled as well. fWhip was now shuffling away again, alarmed. He had been under the impression they'd both been flirting with the other, had been for months now. That they had been for what was probably close to a year.

"What was that for??" Jimmy asks, clearly more than a little puzzled. fWhip, now properly mortified, felt his face flush further.

"I-i was flirting. That was flirting." He stumbles over his words, tail flicking across the grass nervously. "I thought we'd been flirting for a while now, that's all.."

"You thought we'd been what!?" The blonde exclaims, his own face turning several shades of red. The Count wants to disintegrate into the ground now, actually, that would be great. Because this is horrible and entirely life ruining. Not to mention utterly embrasssing.

fWhip choked out his next words, light confusion and a fair amount of shame starting to course through him. "With the whole cod versus salmon thing, that was flirting...right?" He asked, skeptical. Jimmy just gaped at him.

"No!" The cod shook his head vigorously, and a hole in the Count’s stomach joined his ever growing embrassment. "You thought it was!?"

"Yes! I thought you thought it was too!" fWhip almost yells it, his face now properly flushed. But with embarrassment this time, when he would rather the redness be from something else. For the thing he originally came here for. The thing he so desired so much it had landed him in this exact situation.

Oh, this day was not going good.

"Well I didn't until now!" Jimmy yelled back, now matching the Count tone. His face was flushed red as well, and fWhip had to stop himself from thinking about his face. And how pretty it was, especially when red and flustered like that. This was like, the exact opposite situation to be doing that in really.

He really had a lot to make up for, starting now.

"God, I'm so sorry." fWhip began, running a gloved hand over his face for a moment. "I shouldn't have done that, really I-"

Jimmy cut him off rather quicly, frantically waving his hands. "No, no, it's okay!"

"What." fWhip said, looking at the cod in bewilderment. What did he mean it was okay? He'd been flirted with him for a year and assumed it was reciprocated! That's not more weird and inconsiderate than okay, in the gingers humble opinion that is.

The cods face was jow red for a different reason than embrassment, and he stammers through all his next words. "I mean, ah, well. I-I'm not opposed to flirting with you-"

"Oh my god." fWhip feels himself turn redder too, the color now extending to the tips of his pointed ears. Well, he'd never thought that would be the direction this conversation would go, but he's certainly not opposed to it. "Really?"

"What!? You're a good looking guy!" Jimmy's rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, best he can with the tail of that stupid cod head hanging arkund his neck. "And stupidly endearing...."

fWhip held back another groan, and alost the urge to bury his face in his hands. This was such a mess. They were such a mess. "I think I'm gonna throw up."

"Am I that cute or something?" Jimmy teases, the Count barley noticing as he takes a step closer. And then another, and another and another, until they are much closer than they had been in months.

"Gods, yes." fWhip said, feeling a little breathless. And their promixty was not helping that in the slightest. It was not helping, at all.

"O-oh. Oh." Jimmy stammered, still able to be taken aback despite his more confident demonor he'd suddenly gained. Dear god he looked so cute like this, the Ckunt had to admit. He always looked cute. He really, really fucking did. fWhip was either gonna throw up or explode, whichever came first. "You're not too bad y-yourself."

"You already said that." The half dragon huffed, feeling a tail that was not his own flick around his legs.

"Doesn't hurt to say it again." Jimmy muttered, now properly in his person space. Their faces are....very close. Close enough that the Count hopes no one decides to drop by for the next few minutes or so. This is a sight that would certainly cause some rumors to spread indeed.

"We should've flirted like this from the start...." He muttered, finding it very hard to look at Jimmy’s eyes, and not anywhere else on his beautiful, fishy little face.

"I agree, fWhip. I agree." The cod hummed, reached up slowly. He titled the Count’s chin upwards, making their faces closer. To compensate for the height difference. fWhip feels the breath leave his lungs, and the flush spread down to his neck. He leans into the touch, and Jimmh smirks.

A very fleeting kiss is pressed to his lips. One so fleeting he hasn't even processed its happened, not until the cod is pulling away and letting go of his face. fWhip grabs his hand before it moves away, and holds it against his skin. Jimmy just laughs, and decides to hold him for just a few seconds longer.

He never wants the moment to end. He wants more. He wants to kiss the other again so badly it hurts.

Unfortunately, Jimmy has different ideas. And is also the biggest tease ever, apparently.

"I have business to attend to back at home," Jimmy says, manging to pull hid hand away. He also starts to move back and walk away, all while fWhip is still trying to process the last several minutes. The sneaky bastard. "But maybe we can contuine this another day? Next time we see each other, maybe?"

fWhip gets his composure back, just enough to respond. "Yeah, next time." He mutters, and watches Jimmy walk away for a few moments.

He knows he'll be daydreaming about what next time will be, all the way until they see each other again. Whenever that may be.

And the Count cannot wait for it.

[kairiscorner]

Hello! Can I ask for a scenario where Spider-Noir meets the reader who is a Barbie? I LOVED THE NEW BARBIE MOVIE and wanted to know how Spider-Noir would get along with a Barbie reader. I think they would make a nice couple, they are the total Barbenheimer.

You can have them meet in the events of the first movie by making reader Barbie as spider-woman or by having them meet in the spider-noir dimension. As you like, but I would like to emphasize the great color contrast between the dark palette of Noir with the colorful pinks of the Barbie reader.

Crystal ✨💞

HI AGAIN !!! OMG YES PLEASEEEE my barbie brainrot refuses to go and so does my atsv brain rot so...... i hope you like this :DDD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

pretty in pink, great in gray

"oh, and before anything else, there's someone who's running fashionably late. sorry fellas, she had to fix up her makeup and hair, it's a very important priority of hers, as you can see." noir told the others as they looked at him in confusion. soon, their spider senses all turned on as they sensed yet another one of their kind in the room. "oh, well hello, cuties!" exclaimed a cheery voice from above as they heard the faint clacking of stilettos on the ceiling, pretty pink and glittery ones, in fact. they looked up and saw, hanging from the ceiling, a spider woman dressed in hot and light pink. she waved to them, with the others awkwardly waving back at her confused.

the spider woman from above shot out a pretty pink web from her pink webshooter and swung down after doing a somersault in the air and landing on her feet, with one in front of the other as they pointed outwardly in the opposite directions, a bright smile on her face still as she looked at everyone; all of which were thoroughly impressed by her acrobatic capabilities. "can you please adopt me?" gwen whispered underneath her breath as she looked at the woman in front of them intently. the spider woman giggled and walked forward to extend her hand to them all.

"spider barbie, at your service! it's so lovely to meet you all, and you, dear... of course, i will adopt you! would you like to live in my dream house or would you like me to arrange for the construction women back in barbieland to design a house of your choosing?" she asked gwen as gwen held on to miles from both sheer excitement and thoroughly getting weirded out. "did she just say she was barbie, or..." "pretty sure she said she was barbie." miles replied in a manner that showed he was just as stunned as gwen was.

noir moved to the front of their little group and shook barbie's hand first. "nice to meet you, barbie. i'm parker, peter benjamin parker, not to be confused with this guy." noir said as he pointed his thumb at peter b, who folded his arms and shrugged. barbie smiled widely at the monochromatic man as she held his hand tightly and shook it back. "and nice to meet you, peter!" she responded as she noted how dark peter's whole get up was. "i must say, i love the shades you've got going on here. i was considering making a darker outfit for myself, but pink feels more natural for me. i love how you look by the way, it's so... mysterious." she said as peter chuckled and scratched a little at the side of his head. dare he say miss barbara here was flustering him a little with her charisma and cheeriness.

"why, thank you, barbie. i love the abundance of... pink in your costume. very striking, and very powerful, i must say." he said with a slight smile underneath his mask as barbie's smile widened. she thanked peter, and the two went on and on about each other's costumes and quirks that came with them. they were hitting it off so fast, surprisingly. the group was actually questioning if what they were seeing was reality; because even though all of them are quite weird already as mutant spider people (and animal) a real, live, talking and walking barbie was also a mutant spider woman and was getting along well with the dark, brooding, and mysterious version of peter parker?

"so... care to maybe visit my dream house sometime, peter?" barbie offered noir, to which he felt a little flushed in the face at the prospect of visiting the beautiful woman's plastic home. "i... i'd be delighted to, my dear." he responded, to which barbie clasped her hands together in delight. soon, she wrapped her arms around noir, who tensed up a little at the abruptness of the situation, but loved every second of it. "this has got to be the craziest sight i've ever seen in my life." peter b said in tired disbelief as gwen and miles held themselves back from begging barbie to show them more of her pastel pink moves, and with peni and ham teasing them from behind about this new little couple they have in the group. well, not quite couple yet; barbie can be barbie without her ken, or peter--but she can be her own spider barbie with a spider man. it's not spider barbie with her spider man, it's spider barbie and spider man.

a/n: I NEED THE BARBIE MOVIE TO BE STREAMING NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @k4tsu3 @maxoloqy @fictarian

[novelmonger]

2-8, 21, 26, 30, 37-39, and 44-50 for the Just Because asks, please?

2. Describe your favorite pair of socks

Lol, they're all the same, just plain black, and I don't particularly like them anyway. It's become almost impossible to find good crew-cut socks that aren't tight in weird places x.x

3. Do you like smoothies?

Sure! It's not exactly my go-to drink or anything, but I used to get a mango smoothie somewhat regularly in college when my roommates and I would go to the little on-campus cafe that was open at night.

4. What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

I currently have two skirts - one black, one blue with white flowers - so I'll wear one of those and a plain black T-shirt. And I'll wear a black or purple sweater with it in the winter. I've got a couple different nice necklaces I can use to accessorize, a cross necklace for church things and just a little diamond one for other things.

5. How do you like your eggs?

Scrambled is my favorite, though I'll usually do a sort of half-hearted omelette for my everyday breakfast.

6. What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

One of my many bookmarks! My favorite is the one I bought at Barnes and Noble that says "I like big books and I cannot lie!" I like to use it in Brandon Sanderson books XD

7. What color dominates your closet?

Black and blue are probably the most common.

8. Do you collect anything? If so, what?

Dragons! I've got four little figurines (one plain metal, one black and purple, one sort of iridescent purple and gold, one clear glass with lavender wings), two necklaces (one red, one plain metal with purple wings), and a purple stuffed dragon that acts as a bookend (I call it my bookwyrm :3).

21. What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Uhhhh...I think Romanticism? I really like the sort of almost heightened reality of beams of light cutting through the clouds, all of which tend to be these huge, puffy clouds with a dozen shades of color. Growing up, we had several prints on the wall from what I believe is called the Hudson River School style of paintings, like this one by Jasper Cropsey:

26. Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Yep! I won't pretend to be particularly good at either, but I can follow a recipe. My crowning achievement is the development of my own original recipe I call Scarborough Faire Chicken - basically, you make an overnight yogurt marinade with parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, then just bake the chicken and serve it with rice. Very easy, very tasty. (Though we hardly ever have sage on hand, so I usually substitute mint, which is such a good flavor for a yogurt-based sauce.)

30. Is your closet organized? If so, how?

I guess? I don't really have many clothes to hang up, so it's not hard to keep the same kinds of clothes together. It's also technically a walk-in closet (not a big one, though - there's just barely enough room for me to sit on the floor during a tornado warning), so I actually put my dresser in there, and use the remaining space for storage.

37. Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

Not as such, but our kitchen is pretty small, so two is actually a crowd in there.

38. What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about?

I'm going to go out on a limb and say that probably none of my friends listen to Jurassic 5:

(Please listen to this even if it's not your style! At least to appreciate the rhythms! Chali 2na in particular, the one with the lowest voice!)

39. What was the best part of your day today?

I'm going to say...breakfast. Breakfast is usually a highlight of my day. I love breakfast.

44. What do you do with spare change?

Chuck it in the designated pocket in my purse. Hmm...apparently the U.S. is doing away with pennies, so I should probably find one of those Coinstar machines soon...

45. Do you have good handwriting?

46. What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Hmm...maybe Babylon 5? I mean, I already had it on my list, but @authortobenamedlater mentioning it now and again helped bump it up. Or maybe Way of the Househusband, which @bunnyscar recommended. We're currently watching it now, and I love it XD

47. Do you like to go on walks?

Actually...not particularly, no ^^' Not if we're talking about doing so for recreation/exercise. I understand the benefits, but it just kind of feels pointless to me unless you have a particular destination you're trying to get to, rather than just making a loop around wherever. Growing up, I used to be able to walk to the store and grab some groceries, and that was fine, but that's not really feasible in Midwest suburbia. But you know...I don't think I particularly liked walking to the store either. It just was something that needed to be done. I just don't like physical exertion of any kind ^^'

48. Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

Yes! The white bowl I bought myself in college. It's seen me through a lot, and is the perfect size for holding a meal.

49. What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Just watch the rain out my window. It's fun to see the drops splashing on the edge of my window well. You know, I used to intentionally listen to the Last Samurai soundtrack only when it was raining in order to develop an association between that music and rain. Maybe I should start doing that again.

50. Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

No lights, but no blackout curtains or anything - I want to be able to tell immediately from the amount of light in the room what time it is. Quiet, but not silent - no white noise machine, but I love it when I can have the window open at night to hear ambient sounds like crickets or the distant swish of the highway. And I like my own bed and my own pillow, which are perfectly designed for the needs of my terrible back. Oh, and I have to have at least my feet under the covers. Preferably all of me, even if it's just a light sheet.

Just Because Ask Game

[hwajin]

☆ °. GET TO KNOW ME !!

tagged by @strayingawayy (thank you sm i love talking abt myself when literally no one asked)

☆ WHAT'S THE ORIGIN OF YOUR BLOG TITLE?

a very dear old friend i haven't talked to in a while came up with it!! hwa = hwang; jin = hyunjin :))

☆ FAVOURITE FANDOMS

i hate fandoms ngl 😭😭 i like certain ppl within fandoms (such as moots on here) but i've never been a fandom type of person, i only rlly like the artists/ shows/ etc. and few cool ppl i meet!

☆ OTP(S)

no clue what this meant and when i googled it i still don't know an answer bc idk if it's meant in a shipping way, if not tho then 25 21 heedo and yijin are my ride or die idk 😭😭 there's probably more couples i love but i can only think of them rn

☆ FAVOURITE COLOR?

purple? or a certain shade of blue. i love lots of colors tho, give me all the colors

☆ FAVOURITE GAME?

not a gamer at ALL but anything that is mario or on the wii, and durak

☆ SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD?

currently pretty much anything from tj_beastboy (don't judge), ENDORPHIN especially

☆ WEIRDEST HABIT/ TRAIT?

that i talk to myself whenever i'm alone or else i start tweaking. like i need to constantly pretend i'm talking to either someone or literally only to myself because the silence is too loud otherwise. i also play too much with my lip piercing and it looks weird when i do

☆ HOBBIES?

drawing, dancing, READING, crocheting, cooking, anything that is kinda creative!!

☆ IF YOU WORK, WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION?

i'm a librarian in training!! never have planned to become one, but i had more or less experience in the field and being surrounded by books literally every day isn't all too bad :))

☆ IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WISH, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

honestly? nothing. i love my hobbies too much to make them a job, and i love my free time too much to actually go to work (if i had the choice). IF i had to pick absolutely anything i'd love to be some sort of artist/ performer/ dancer, if skill didn't matter

☆ SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT?

all my hobbies i think, also picking up skills quickly, i'm a super fast learner. also making ppl feel seen i think? i think i can mimick ppl and kind of become a chamaeleon in certain situations

☆ SOMETHING YOU'RE BAD AT?

grounding myself and speaking my entire truth. i'm too scared of confrontation sometimes and wanna please ppl too often

☆ SOMETHING YOU LOVE?

god so many things. the ppl around me, very fucking loud music, my headphones!! like just sitting there and having music absolutely blast into my ear drums. nice rhythms and fun songs, good books, checking books from my reading list!! the sun and the sunset, the full moon, visiting my parents for a long dinner, loooong and lazy mornings, sweets, nice pictures and paintings i can hang up in my room! to just name a few hehe

☆ SOMETHING YOU HATE?

myself sometimes but i try to be kind to both myself and everyone and everything else. seeing the good in everything type shit

☆ SOMETHING YOU COULD TALK ABOUT FOR HOURS OFF THE CUFF?

hands down, i'm not very knowledgable abt a lot of things nor a big talker, but i like good convos abt pretty much anything (esp if the other person(s) are very talkative)

☆ SOMETHING YOU COLLECT?

books and memories 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

☆ SOMETHING YOU FORGET?

ironically to the last point, i forget fucking everything 😭😭 like some things simply don't stick with me (but then other things rlly fucking stick with me so idek)

☆ WHAT'S YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE?

acts of service!! that's how i show love, i like to receive love by words of affirmation and touch tho

☆ FAVOURITE SHOW/ MOVIE?

many. 25 21, nana, little women, step up (only the first part), howl's moving castle, nosferatu (the most recent one), many more but those are the tops

☆ FAVOURITE FOOD?

i love so much food tbh, but pelmeni are not only nostalgic but also so insanly comforting so i'd pick those over everything every time

☆ FAVOURITE ANIMALS?

hands down everything except for bugs. like i love almost all animals sm, cats are up there tho

☆ ARE YOU MUSICAL?

i LOVE music and everything that is connected to it (dance, performance, singing etc etc) but i can't create music for the life of me

☆ WHAT WERE YOU LIKE AS A CHILD?

veryyyy quiet, shy and a tad weird. i haven't changed that much except that i'm a bit more open and confident, but i'm still very quiet, shy and a tad weird <3

☆ FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

music and art!

☆ LEAST FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

everything else, especially math

☆ WHAT'S YOUR BEST CHARACTER TRAIT?

i think i listen very well, and (as i mentioned before) can make ppl feel seen/ heard by that. also quite self-reflected

☆ WHAT'S YOUR WORST CHARACTER TRAIT?

insecure which sometimes tends to make me treat ppl around me different than i usually would (not worse necessarily, just more reversed which (i always fear) might make them feel unwanted??)

☆ IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANY DETAIL OF YOUR DAY RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

i'd like it to last a bit longer (i started this posted 3 hours ago and wished that then too lol)

☆ IF YOU COULD TRAVEL IN TIME, WHO WOULD IT BE?

i first thought of an old friend of mine, but rethinking that question i would like to meet like, van gogh or some other artist/ poet/ musician who wasn't appreciated in their time and tell them how famous they got. like this is for some reason smth i SOOOO wish was possible and actually very often think abt, like every time i read a biography and such and the artist wasn't appreciated in their time but are now a huge name i'm like 'damn i want them to know this. i want them to know their influence' 😭😭

☆ FIC RECS?

they're all here or on @hwajinslibrary :)

tagging everyone who wants to do this <3

[coolbeanzeaglbones]

Fanfic chapter for the Claws of a brother

The next day, Ricky brought the falconer's glove with him when he visited Eaglebones. He had a happier face than he had worn the last time he came to this place.

He was going to get his friend back and they were going to go back to the battletram and murder Eagleclaw. Sorry, that was Ricky's wishful thinking.

His friend looked utterly exhausted. He was the same pale shade as the white walls of the room, the only real color to his face was the dark circles under his eyes.

Ricky felt a wave of concern. Eaglebones looked like he was tortured, but he put that up to stress if losing memories.

Ricky gave him a smile and sat down on the bed next to him, “Hey, I know this is going to sound weird,” Eaglebones was listening, “But can you put this on your arm and say ‘i summon the Dude'?” 

He handed the glove to him, hoping it would spark some recognition.

Eaglebones gave him a look that was wary, but at the same time trusting. So he did as he was told. And flinched back, terrified, “Dude, you are not going to believe me.” He sounded terrified, “Ask it to give you back your memories.”

Eaglebones did so and he grabbed his head in pain, “Woah, you good?”

He was about to reach over and grab Eaglebones’ shoulder, when Eaglebones looked up and stared him directly in the eye, “Uh, Ricky?” His voice was questioning, but not in the way it had been. It was more of the way of “where the heck am I?”

Ricky was so ecstatic that he threw himself at his friend, crushing him into a great big hug. Eaglebones froze. Ricky knew he wasn't a hugger, “Uh, you good?” He asked, patting Ricky awkwardly on his back.

Ricky just held him at arm's length “I'm so happy right now.” He said, smiling. 

Eaglebones was so confused, “What happened? Also, where are we? What am I wearing?” He asked all of these in succession.

Ricky was so happy, but he also remembered he had to ask a few things, “What's the last thing that you remember?”

Eaglebones thought back and froze up. He remembered so much. He remembered feeling alone and being so scared. He remembered the pain of being shocked with way over the normal voltage of electricity, “Uh, when can we leave?” He asked, his voice weird.

Ricky didn't notice his change in voice and just said, “Hang on, lemme go get someone.” He left to grab someone.

And he came back with the torture doctor Eaglebones hoped that his odd knee jerk flinch went unnoticed. The doctor had this sort of evil look in his eye.

He began asking questions about his mental state, his memory, normal stuff, but he had this look in his eye. This evil, creepy ass look that made Bones scared.

After he was done questioning, he turned to Ricky, “Well, we'd probably have to keep him for a month to make sure he doesn't relapse.” Ricky felt his stomach sink, “But then he can come home if he answers everything fine, right?” The doctor looked hesitant before nodding.

Ricky beamed, looking at Bones, “Mark my words, in a month, you are leaving this place.” 

Soon, visiting time was over and Ricky had to leave. Eaglebones was terrified. He didn't want to be left alone. 

After Ricky left, the doctor began to chuckle. It was a maniacal chuckle and before he knew it, Eaglebones was getting slammed into the wall full force.

He was grateful for the padded cell, because that would've hurt way more if it was a normal wall, “Alright, you aren't going to tell any of your little idiot friends what happens to you behind these walls. And if you do, we will kill them. Is that understood?” He had his hands around bones' throat, choking him.

He was trying so hard to get the hands away from him. He didn't want to give in, but he would probably die if he didn't, so he nodded.

The doctor sneered, “Good, not how ‘bout we have some fun?” The doctor smiled.

[watcher-comic]

okay hi

did i promise to make an art... lore dump post literally last month? yes. did i not do it for nearly a month? also yes. and im Very Sorry.

anyway! onto the ranting

So starting off with the obvious, Nanehi's color scheme is based off of the Shawnee tribe's flag!

Obviously more desaturated, but the blue sweater and two yellow stars were meant to show that he's native.

Alright, going in page order I'm just gonna throw around some easter eggs or fun facts or commentary...whatever....

Because this is the only good image I can find of it, Nane wears his parents' wedding bands on a necklace. Because his parents are divorced </3

On page 2, Nane has a poster up on his wall which is my current sketchbook cover in my art class. I believe it's somewhere on my art blog

Nane has a ziptie on his backpack! It doesn't mean anything.

Page 6: The white text that says "what?" is actually a reference to the first debut of Nane - an askblog!

(technically his first word was "huh" but i changed it to what for plot's sake)

Continuing with the black spaces on page 6, the panicked eye doesn't really mean anything. However, the twisted light switch was supposed to represent the noose that shows up at the end of the comic.

For page 7, there's obviously the audience design to talk about, but the things I actually wanna focus on are:

The doodle on the top left, which is Nanehi saying that he thinks he has tinnitus [which he then goes on to immediately deny in the next page]

And the doodle on the bottom right. His fursona is a bunny and if I could, I would've tried to fit more bunny imagery into the comic. But alas :pensive:

Page 13: All the different colored text were the responses I got from a select few people. I showed them the previous panels of the page and asked them what they wanted [there is one distinct person I didn't ask but I will get to them later].

I also want you to keep the... 3rd shade of green in mind [the "i want to see where this goes"]

For this panel on page 15, I wanted it to be known that Nanehi isn't a real person, and they know it. Everyone else's face is squared, even the simply doodled character in the background and the barely visible person in the foreground. Everyone except Nane.

Page 16: Man that's just mold on his shower curtain.

Page 17: There's actually a lot I want to talk about with page 17. Firstly, the design of The Audience. It changed, clearly. Before it was that weird circle thing, but now it's more humanoid - to the point of having hair similar to Nanehi's. The reason being, it's not entirely The Audience anymore. It's The Creator too. Nanehi was based off my fear of being watched and constantly having an audience. The little amount of comfort that the figure gives was... sorta supposed to be an apology to the character- as cheesy as that sounds.

(Also the fact that their text originally said "didn't they already answer that" but was crossed out to say 'we'. The Creator disguising themself as The Audience. And truly, what is to separate them?)

Another thing I want to point out is the dark grey panel. It's the same shade of grey I used for the askblog, and he's smiling in that panel, because during the askblog he was much happier around the audience- or the concept of them, rather.

And then of course, the dark blue text that reads "I know how this ends." That actually wasn't a response I took from someone, but rather a piece of... I guess dialogue, that I felt like someone would say. That specific someone being my friend Classi, who was the only person besides me that knew how Watcher ended. Purely because she had a very similar character and we thought that they'd be buddies.

On page 18, we have 3 entire panels in a different style. That being the style of the askblog.

(some examples)(the last image is where the avatar came from, haha)

On page 19 we have this panel, which you can probably assume what it is. It, I suppose, could both be seen as Nane standing, back to the audience, or as Nane hanging without the noose. You choose.

And of course, the last page. For some reason this fucks me up. Because this is The Creator talking to Nanehi. The Creator knows that Nane has no say in how their story ends, but they're given the illusion of control, because that's all they've been looking for. They wanted control over something, so the only way to prove such control was to show The Audience that they could end the story whenever they wanted. He doesn't know that he was talking to The Creator, he just assumed it was still The Audience. He doesn't know that he didn't really have a say.

This was what he wanted. That's how he's ending the story