#PLEASE imagine that I think this set would be so good with hairstyles

[project-sekai-updates]

One Small Trip Before a Big Journey / Bon Voyage! Friendship Ahoy! cards

Kiritani Haruka - Donuts And Memories

"Would you like to see the photo?"

Hoshino Ichika - Escape By Sea

"This way! I think we can make it!"

Hatsune Miku - Yokohama? I Predict Good Food♪

"Everything looks so yummy♪"

Tenma Saki - Feeling Like An Incognito Idol

"Ta-da! A perfect disguise!"

Kusanagi Nene - Gentle Encouragement From Afar

[kooksbunnnn]

Fuck around and..? JHS

Summary: Being neglected can bring out the brat inside you, little do you know that he loves to be the brat tamer.

Warnings: danceteacher!dom!hoseok × brat!reader. MATURE. 18+ Overstimulation? Edging? It's a mixture. Vibrator. Fingering. Unprotected sex(it's a no-no in reality). Reader cries and begs. THEY ARE DANCERS. Please tell me if I missed something.

Words: 1.7k approx.

Authors note: I am a little rusty and this is slightly unedited as well so please forgive if I make any mistake. Also, you can ask me to add you in the permanent taglist, so when I upload any drabble or story you could be notified🫶 ___________________________________________

"It seems like I underestimated how obidient you are. My perfect disciple."

The most important thing in dance is discipline, Hoseok told you that on the first day you visited his studio. You heard about how much body control he had, you just didn't realize how much you wanted him to control your body as well.

You used to imagine how his hands would feel around your throat or inside you. How would his dick feel in your throat or any of your holes. Never had you felt so out of control around someone. Always trying to get praised for how you move your hips.

Compliments about your dance turned into rewards so quick you didnt realize when he started to praise you for how good you looked riding him rather than at a move he taught. 

And soon, you realized why you felt so powerless around him. It was like he stripped you of your powers as soon as you walked in that studio. He didn't have to say it verbally it was just the way he looked at you that made you submit to him.

You did not wanna upset him or disobey him. He made that very clear when you both started to date and get intimate, but getting less attention from him during crowded classes just wanted you to test his patience.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He says with a smile, fake, you can tell, calling you near your camera that was already set to film the routine, while all the dancers take a break.

"Tying my hair?" You say in a tone which makes his jaw tick. He hated you practicing with your hair tied up in front of others. Any other hairstyles were okay but this was his to hold, his to play around with, his to pull on while you got your throat fucked.

It made him want to bend you in front of everyone and tell them whom you belong to.

But as long as it got his attention, you were ready to risk it all.

He just glares at you as you stop letting your hair fall for the moment where you put your band in between your teeth, his gaze now unable to stay still on your eyes. You turn away from him to fidget with the camera's settings, pretending to fix something he told you to. 

"Dont test me, doll." He says with his eyes squeezed, head tilted towards his feet.

"Oh yeah?" Stepping away from the camera, you start to put your hair very slowly in a ponytail, your top rising above your navel. He raises his head, eyes slowly trailing over your body.

Looking straight in your eyes, he steps towards you and scoffs. Looking at you, he raises a challenging brow meanwhile you finish your hairstyle by pulling the hair tie from your lips dramatically.

Tightening the hold of the hair tie on your messy pony tail with a raised brow, you tilt your head smiling innocently.

"Whatchu you gonna do about it, sir?" You challenge him with a smirk.

He smiles,"why dont you fuck around and find out, brat?"

A muffled cry escapes you as you feel your orgasm approaching. Once again.

The question, would he let you come or edge you again comes back. Again.

Hands at your back tied with a tie and mouth stuffed with a ball gag covered in spit, your knees were bruising against the satin sheets. You spread your shaking knees apart enough for your folds to touch the mattress and the vibrator that hoseok holds under your pussy.

He had been surprising you with different personas every time you saw him perform, but this? This dominant persona is your favorite, it is overwhelming to experience yet so cunt-clenchingly exciting every time.

"That's it, doll, let it go." He coos mockingly, and his voice sounds so soft against his appearance, shirtless and trousers unbottoned, making his briefs visible.

His voice makes you shiver in anticipation and makes you believe he is gonna let you come but then he can be so unpredictable.

Since he was choosing when to let you come, he has also been randomly edging you, you dont want to believe his words anymore.

You knew the first orgasm would have been a mind numbing one but he just laughed and removed the vibrator away from your pussy, laughing at how pathetically you cried. Surprising you with an orgasm after that by just lightly tapping your clit, soon followed by another one that almost made you blackout of overstimulation.

"Yeah? You wanna?"

Nodding your head slowly, your head falls back with a muffled moan. Tears falling over mixing with your spit your knees shake as he holds you with one hand and presses the vibrator harder on your clit with the other.

"Ohhhhh, feels good, right?"

He lets out at the same time you let out a low groan, making fun of how you shake and moan in front of him.

You nod your head again with garbled sounds coming from your mouth. Leaning in, he kisses your cheek, warm breath fanning your face, and you open your eyes to look at his dark ones, whining and mumbling a plea.

"Did you say something?" He says, pausing when you mumble something behind the gag. When you dont respond to his question, he immediately removes the pressure and puts the device aside.

"Look at me." He says gently holding your face with bith of his hands. "Are you okay? Still green?" You nod but he still loosens your gag.

"Words."

"Yes, green, just needed a sec." You say with a tired smile to assure his suddenly softening and concerned eyes.

"You're doing great baby, so perfect," he says, kissing you, which immediately makes you feel safe. Tightening the gag at your assurance, he leans down to lick a stripe from your tits to the spot behind your ear, making you flinch with sensitivity. Laughing, he grabs your waist to stop you from running.

Switching the vibrating device, he replaces it with his long fingers.

"Fuck baby, you're so wet." He breathes lightly rubbing his hand sideways and shifts his other hand from your waist to your head slowly. Your head falls back as his hand grazes your spine but soon gets yanked back to place by your ponytail in order to make sure you look him straight in the eye.

"I know you wanna cum all over my hands, baby, but have you been a good girl?" You nod almost too quickly at his question making him tsk in disappointment.

"Wow" he scoffs, "you really got some nerve, huh?" He snarls and slips two of his fingers inside you while unlocking the gag behind your head. You gasp as it falls off, and your head lols forward at the way his fingers felt inside you. Pulling your head back by your hair again, he says through his teeth,

"I am gonna ask you again, do you deserve to cum?" He grits his teeth while pulling his fingers out now palming your mound sloppily and slowly waiting for you to answer.

"I-I am sorry. Please-" he slaps your cunt making you gasp as soon as he hears your throaty plea.

"Yes or no!" He says now rubbing your folds with his palm slowly as you squirm with your mouth open in silent moan.

"No, no, oh shit, no!" You cry.

Parting your pussy lips with his index and ring finger he slowly flicks your clit making your body twitch with every movement his finger does.

"Such a good slut, so obidient." He coos licking your earlobe and you shake in his hold. Pressing his fingers in again he groans at how wet and sloppy you are. Letting your hands fall free from the back he opens the knot and pushes you lightly on the bed.

You watch with hooded eyes as he takes his dick out of his trousers and then throws his shirt somewhere on the ground. Rubbing his length all over your pussy, he enters you.

You gasp, feeling him inside you, stretch burning your walls. Your tears fall out as your hands reach to hold him.

"F-fuuuuck so tight- ah shit"

"Oh thats it"

You both moan at the same time. You could feel every ridge his dick had, its head reaching spots that makes you see stars.

"Oh, you're soooo dick drunk, baby," he smiles, wiping away the drool at the corner of your lips, and you moan, eyes rolling back.

"Such a good girl, so pretty. Fucking gorgeous" he says giving sloppy kisses to your neck and collarbones. You gasp when he bites your nipple while almost picking you up from the mattress from how hard he presses your body closer to his.

"Squeezing me so good, baby" he breathes.

"H-hobi," you squirm out of sensitivity, so he pulls out and quickly maneuvers your legs on one side, sliding in once again. The angle makes you both feel each other in a better way, tighter and closer.

Thrusting in and out, he reaches to your hand, which tries to find something to hold, entwining your fingers with his. He holds it beside your head against the mattress, slightly twisting you.

While your other hand goes up in his hair, he kisses you with fervor, grunting in your mouth licking up all your whines. He groans at the way you squeeze him. He pushes in once again grinding and rolling his dick deeper inside you.

"Oh my god," you gasp, pulling on his hair.

"Take it, I know you can." He says, gritting his teeth and sloppily thrusting in and out of you, signaling his climax. You both grunt at how harsh his thrusts are, almost punishing with a bruising hold on your hips as the sound of your skin smacking fills the room.

"Go on baby, ah fuck- tell me, who do you belong to?" He says, holding your jaw with his fingers turning your face towards him.

"You," you gasp, his lips brushing on yours.

"Me who, doll?" He licks in your mouth but pulls back before you can suck on it.

"Hoseok." You breathe out heavily followed by a moan on a particularly sharp thrust.

"Again-" he moans biting your chin.

"H-Hoseok," you moan louder this time.

"Louder." He grunts

"Hos-ohh,"  he shifts back to spread your legs open once again. Fisting the sheets above your head, he thrusts in you faster.

"Louder!"

"Hoseok- fuck oh my god!" You scream and he groans kissing you.

"Fuck. Cum, doll"

Your back arches and you clamp around his cock making him give a hard thrust followed by thick white spurts released into you. You moan at how filled you feel.

Chests heaving you both try to catch your breath, body sweaty and sticky you both stay in the position for some seconds. Coming back from his high, he peppers your body with small kisses, making your eyes flutter at the warm satiated feeling.

Tiredness take over you and you feel yourself falling asleep. Hoseok tries to slip out of you but you lock your hands over his shoulders, whining sleepily and making him slip inside you once again.

He smiles at how clingy and cute you become post-sex. Kissing you once again, he hums deep in your ear,

"Sweetie, I gotta clean you up." tucking a hair lock behind your ear, he pats your side gently.

"5 more minutes." You mumble, hugging him again.

"Baby-"

"Please," you pull him in tighter and wrap your legs around him, gasping at the feeling of his dick inside you. He teasingly thrusts his softening dick inside you once again, making you whine and bury your head in his neck.

He chuckles giving in, "Fine. Brat."

Date: 18th February 2024

[fushitoru]

Hii lovely! I'm a very anxious person, so I'm so sorry if I come across as awkward in any way shape or form, I tend to be more of a lurker, but I'm trying to get better at interacting!!

First of all, your Bridgerton fic is??? SO?? GOOD??? The way you portray all the characters, the language, the settings, everything is just absolutely chef's kiss!! When I watched season 3 this spring I was sat there thinking about how good Gojo would be in the setting, so cue my excitement once I found your fic lmfaoo

ALSO?! Spider-man Gojo?? Academic rivals to lovers??? I would literally give my soul for that. Spidey is my all time favourite superhero and it's one of my favourite tropes sob SUPER excited to read it once you get it done!! <3

You write so so so beautifully and you (among a few others) make me actually feel like getting my finger out of my arse and write myself LOL But until then, have some art of Bridgerton Gojo? Just a sketch for now, and I couldn't for the life of me decide on hairstyle, so uhh, have both I guess??(+ two slightly different expressions lmfao)

I also just want to mention, please make sure to not pressure yourself too hard with writing and take everything at your own pace!! I (among others, I'm sure) would wait for however long you need to finish up these lovely works of yours!!

(I'm so sorry if these ever get super long, I'm a big time yapper, which is ironic for an anxious person loool)

Muuuch love<33

OMG HI BB!!!!! thank you so much for interacting with me, even though it's out of your comfort zone :') plsplspls don't worry about being too awkward or anything, i literally was smiling like an idiot while reading ur ask!!

and AHHH thank you so much!!! it's so funny that you say you thought that while watching season three because it was actually that season that made me want to write this series. glad to be of service <3

AHHH i'm also really excited to post it. i'm not done but im sooooo excited to finish it and have really been enjoying the process because spiderman is also one of my fav troupes + i feel like i've been able to write it in my OWN voice. super super excited for that <3

OH MY GOD. YOU DRAW SO BEAUTIFULLY??? I LOVE THIS SKETCH. i honestly really like both hairstyles and expressions you drew them so well 😭 i definitely imagine his hairstyle as the one on the left while im writing. everything from the outfit to pose you drew SO WELL (im in LOVE with the jacket as well as the shoes) he looks so BOUGIE and so TALL im literally going to climb him. and im ngl the expression the right seems so much like his sassy self, especially when he's making fun of someone while his expression on the left i interpret as something a bit more unfiltered, when he's more genuine. god you are so talented, literally captured the vibes.

AND ILY!!! no matter how long these asks are i will read them pls bring forth the yap. literally squealed while reading this, ilysm. thank you SO MUCH for drawing bridgerton!gojo im so honored 🫶🫶🫶

[mirai-e-jump]

TV Guide Dan Vol.48, July 2023 Issue ft. Aoto Watanabe x Yuhei Chiwata, Masashi Ikeda (full translation below)

Publication: July 31, 2023 (between episodes 22-23)

Aoto Watanabe x Yuhei Chiwata

"You two are currently appearing in "Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger." Would you please describe each other's role to us?"

Watanabe: Chiwata-san plays Shiokara, someone who is straightforward with his feelings. He's not an overly proud person, but when he like something, he expresses it with his whole body, as if saying "I love it!" But, he also has the strength to speak up when he thinks something is wrong, and is able to show his weaknesses. Compared to the character I play, Yanma (Gast), he has a different sense of direction. He's someone that everyone wants to follow.

Chiwata: You've really been paying attention. That makes me happy. Yanma, played by Aoto, is just super cool! However, he's not very strong. Well, he does have the kind of qualities most women would be attracted to. Of course, as president, he has the leadership skills to keep N'Kosopa in order, but he's also intelligent and technologically capable. Actually, when I first meet Aoto, I though he was real manly.

Watanabe: You serious?!

Chiwata: I thought he was an honest person who disliked corruption. I feel like I'm very close to Yanma in those aspects, so I can't imagine anyone other than Aoto playing him.

Watanabe: Thank you so much! But, in some ways, there are also similarities between Chiwata-san and Shiokara.

Chiwata: Eh?! There is?!

Watanabe: Chiwata-san has excellent communication skills. He has more of an ability to connect with people. Even when we're on set, Chiwata-san's surroundings are always lively.

"What's the relationship between Watanabe-kun and Chiwata-kun?"

Watanabe: Out of all the members in King-Ohger, Chiwata-san is the one I've meet the most in my private time.

Chiwata: Yeah. We go out together to the saunas, to have dinner, and even to have a few drinks after work. We'll also visit each others houses.

Watanabe: It makes me happy~.

Chiwata: I said to him, "We're going to be filming together for a year, so you don't have to worry about acting formal or being so self conscious."

Watanabe: In the beginning, I challenged myself to speak casually to him. But as expected, it just didn't feel right to me…

Chiwata: For awhile, you definitely talked to me as if we were already close friends. However, I got the feeling it was only because you were trying to be considerate, as I told you to not worry about formalities (laughs).

Watanabe: (laughs). I really tried my best, but not only is Chiwata-san older than me, he's had more stage experience than me, so I ended up going back to using honorifics. But, it's not a formal honorific. What's more, when I'm on set getting my pompadour (Yanma's hairstyle) ready, I become so absorbed in my role that I may start talking to him in a casual manner.

"By the way, what do you usually call each other?"

Watanabe: For me, I take the "Wa" from Chiwata and call him "Wassan." But, I can't remember, how did I come to call you that?

Chiwata: When I asked Aoto, "What do other people call you?," He said, "Aoto." I said, "Well then, I'll call you Aoto too." I then told him, "For me, I'm rarely called by my first name." Aoto said, "Okay then, I'll call you by a nickname that no one else calls you, so let me think about it."

Watanabe: Did I really say that?!

Chiwata: Yeah, but it makes me happy when you call me by such an original name.

Watanabe: That's good then~ (laughs)

"Do you usually communicate through LINE?"

Watanabe: One time, I was so moved after reading the script, I sent a LINE, right? I wrote, "Did you read the script for episode 10 yet? I cried so much!"

Chiwata: In episode 10, there's a scene where Shiokara encourages Yanma. After that LlNE message, when we met on set, he said, "That scene, let's go shoot it for real."

Watanabe: That's right!

Chiwata: It's definitely a touching scene, so I thought it would be great if we could also make it a good scene together. However, on the day of shooting that scene, when I arrived on the set, Aoto gave off an aura that said, "Nobody come near me!," as he was concentrating on the scene by himself. I went to the set with my own plan in mind, but I thought it would be better not to tell Aoto, so I only told Director Kato (Hiroyuki) about my plan and continued on.

Watanabe: I'm so sorry (bitter smile). That scene, I was more invested in it than anyone else.

Chiwata: As a result, the scene turned out to be very good due to Aoto's strong feelings. I'm happy that the viewers responded so well to it.

"Based on the conversations so far, I can tell that the two of you are very close, so do you ever talk about love?"

Chiwata: Hmmm, We've never had such deep conversations before have we?

Watanabe: We haven't. But in my opinion, I think a younger woman would be a good match for Wassan. I think a relationship in which Wassan goes out with someone alittle out of his element would help balance it out.

Chiwata: Really? For me, I think that a man like Aoto, with his strong beliefs, could handle both older and younger people, Aoto will make older people want to, "Go for it!" and younger people want to say, "I'll follow him."

Watanabe: Is that right? (shining). Well then, let's "check our answers!"

Chiwata: Regardless of their gender, my motto is, "spoil the older ones as much as you want, and spoiler the younger ones as much as you can." I can get along with older people, even if we're 20-30 year apart, but when it comes to people around my own age, I don't know how to relate to them. I have very few friends my own age, with the exception of my hometown and high school friends.

Watanabe: I see. I think I prefer those older then me. Or rather, I'd like someone with a higher intelligence compaired to me. If anything, I think I'm the type of person who likes to spoil myself. Even if I'm spoiled by someone, I usually have a pretty firm grasp on things, so it's only then that I'm emotionally moved.

Chiwata: So, are you saying you're not good with women who purposely act all cute and clumsy?

Watanabe: I think they're fun as a friend, but when it comes to dating, it's abit…

Chiwata: I see. For example, what would you do if a girl you thought as just a friend confessed her feelings for you?

Watanabe: I can only imagine, but I would never go from friend to a girlfriend.

Chiwata: Eh! I can totally see it though (laughs). I don't have a strong obsession with ones appearance, so if I think someone's attractive, then that's OK too.

Watanabe: Huh! As expected, Wassan is dedicated and doesn't sweat the small things.

"As we move forward, King-Ohger continues to become more and more exciting. Are there any situations you'd like to play as the duo of Yanma and Shiokara?"

Chiwata: How about the two of us switching roles? I have the appearance of Yanma, but on the inside, I'm still Shiokara (laughs).

Watanabe: Oh, sounds interesting! Actually, aren't there always scenes where the Yanma is pulling Shiokara along? How about on other hand, there are scenes where Shiokara does things that Yanma isn't good at. For example, instead of Yanma, who's weak at fighting, Shiokara is an insanely strong fighter. I wish there were times where we could show those things in a cool way.

Chiwata: That sounds good too. Until now, there are times where I've though, like right now, "It would be interesting if there was a scene like this." I never mentioned it, but the screenwriter, Takamina-san (Takano Mizuto), he always writes the perfect scenes! So, I think there's a chance it might come true.

Watanabe: That's right! So, from now on, don't take your eyes off King-Ohger!!

＿

Masashi Ikeda

"Ikeda-kun is currently playing the role of Jeramie Brasieri in King-Ohger. What kind of character do you see in him?"

Ikeda: He's 2,000 years old and is the story teller of the story on the planet Chikyu, where the show takes place. Also, he's a man born between a human and a Bagnarak (unusual shaped creatures who live underground and are hostile to the King-Ohgers). When the role was first explained to me, my first question was, "What does it mean to be 2,000 years old?" (laugh). I carefully play the part of how he thinks and looks at the world, as he's lived a long time. Because it's an unusual situation, I had a hard time in the beginning, but he's a character that makes you think about a variety of things, so it's a role that's both challenging and exciting to play.

"The unusual nature of his role as the additional warrior, while also participating as a narrator since the first episode, has became a topic of discussion."

Ikeda: Actually, I still feel uncomfortable when I hear my own voice narrating on air, so I'm very happy to hear people say, 'Your voice is nice." As for my voice, I try to focus on making it resonate and be easy to listen to. At first, I couldn't do it well, but with practice, I gradually became able to do deep breathing as well. The voice of Jeramie as the storyteller, and the voice of Jeramie when he speaks his mind, are done in different ways.

"What was the response from the people around you?"

Ikeda: When my family members watched Episode 11 for the first time, they all commented, "You're so cool!" At the end of Episode 12, it becomes clear that his character is to make others read between the lines. On the show's cast blog I wrote, "I love Jeramie!" It was funny when my older brother read it and said, "Jeramie is a person who makes you read between the lines, but here, you're saying "I love you" so bluntly!" (laughs).

"Your family seems to be very supportive of you. What's the atmosphere on set like?"

Ikeda: The 6 main cast members as well as the staff are always in a good mood, and we have great communication, so we're always having fun. We go on and off, talking about the show itself and various others things. We have a competition to see who can get the new script first, and the first person to do so would upload a selfie with a funny face along with the script to our 6 member group LlNE (laughs). I think it was (Watanabe) Aoto-kun who started it. Aoto-kun, I always call him "Nabe-chan," we get along well, often telling jokes, and I always think they're so funny. When shooting ends for the day, we sometimes go out to eat together.

"You seem to get along well with everyone."

Ikeda: The staff are all very nice, they'll often make sure to ask me, "Are you ready?," or even talk to me in a way that mimics Jeramie's way of speaking! I guess Jeramie's lines are easy to say (laughs). It makes me happy knowing that Jeramie's character is loved so much.

"Are there any surprising aspects of your co-stars that you have discovered during your time together, such as during filming?"

Ikeda: As mentioned earlier, Nabe-chan (Aoto) is completely different on and off the job. I also feel that there's a gap between (Yuzuki) Hirakawa-san, and her role of Rita Kaniska. Rita's character is cool, but Hirakawa-san talks so much that you could say she is the complete opposite of them.

"What's the most difficult part about filming?"

Ikeda: Throughout the year, I've been struggling every day to pursue the value of being able to play one role, and the depth of the story that accompanies it. I'm always thinking of ways in which to make Jeramie look more appealing. But, there is no right answer, so it continues to be a daily battle. One more thing…I'm also fighting with my back! In Jeramie's transformation scene, there's an action where I bend backwards, but I have a very stiff back. I'm really bending over as far as I can, but the director says, "Yes, keep bending!" (laughs). In the movie "Adventure Heaven," which is currently in theaters, there's a transformation scene, so I massaged my lower back in the bath and did some muscle training before the shoot, and I got the "OK" with just one take.

"Ikeda-kun, Please tell us about yourself. How did you decide to enter the entertainment industry?"

Ikeda: I moved to Tokyo when I entered university, and I originally had a strong interest in the entertainment industry. In my third year, when I was struggling with all the influences of Tokyo, I was approached by my current agency and decided to become an actor. I'm a country boy from Tokushima, and I always felt like the movies and TV shows I had watched since I was a child were "sparkling." When I came to Tokyo, I thought, "This is the place where I can challenge myself."

"Objectively speaking, what kind of personality do you think you have?"

Ikeda: I think I have an optimistic personality. Sometimes I can be negative, but I try my best not to be. Also, when I was a student, I was often told that I, "Don't seem to talk much" or "Seemed cool" when first meeting people, but in reality, I'm the type of person you can't get to stop talking once I've started!

"So you're an extrovert. What was your life like when you were a student?"

Ikeda: I played soccer from elementary school all the way through my 3rd year of high school, and was performing in a band at the same time. I started playing the drums when I was in my 6th year of elementary school. In addition, I also worked hard in my studies, aiming to excel in everything. I don't currently play soccer, but I'd prefer to play it myself rather than watch the games on TV. I do continue to play the drums though. I try to play an instrument when I need to refresh myself, as it helps me to vent my stress.

"What kind of life do you live when you have days off from filming?"

Ikeda: I like watching movies and dramas and playing games. As a result, I'm basically an indoor person on my days off. As long as I can enjoy eating it, I'll also cook for myself. I've been practicing making pasta since I was a student, and even now still make it occasionally. I also like to make grilled onigiri!

"If Ikeda-san has a type of woman he likes, what type would that be?"

Ikeda: I want someone who is a kind person, and who will also listen to me. It would be ideal if we could go out together to various places. I'm not good at returning messages through LINE. That's why I'm much better at talking over the phone or in person. If it's someone I like, I might try to get the conversation going, and then make a detour into asking them out (laughs).

"Please tell us about your future plans as an actor. Is there a genre of work that you'd like to appear in?"

Ikeda: I want to be an actor with an appealing worldview and personality. My goal is to be the kind of person who makes people wonder in excitement, "What would happen if Masashi Ikeda played this role?" In terms of genre, I'd like to work in a dialog heavy drama…like "Quartet," which is a mix of suspense and everyday life. I'm still fighting every day, due to many challenges I want to take on. I want to thank everyone for their support, and to please continue to look out for me!

[neetily]

꣑୧ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ── MATCHUP EVENT: Date #10

♡ cupid's victim number ten!! ♡

yippeee!!! i had a lot of fun with this matchup, so i really hope you enjoy it too, even if it's not who you'd expect!!

─ you have one new message from...

Elliott . . .

love, would you perhaps like to continue yesterdays date in proper privacy this time? you know that my cabin is open all hours to you, so please— come visit when you can, okay?

Why? introverted besties turned lovers, i think! you did mentioned that elliott would be one of your fav picks, and i can see why! you both match energies so well, the quiet introspective types, i think. in my HC, elliott loves going for coffee and writing in cute cafes, which provides you ample opportunity for dates with him! he'd encourage you to try as many drinks as you please, taking notes on your favourite ones, just so that he can better appease you in future too! a man of note taking, he's always remembering those little details about you, which i think you'd appreciate! he'd love for you to site and brush his hair while he relaxes, maybe even braid it for him, test out new and pretty hairstyles on him; anything so long as he's spending time with you! and, of course, you both share a love of reading! im imagining you both having your very own private book club of two, swapping notes and questions and theories over shared stories together, taking turns on who gets to pick the next shared read, excitedly waiting for the other to catch up on chapters.

you both just give off this air of sophistication, i feel. something that would help you both get along well! oh, and i also think he would go CRAZY over having a flat chested partner, like it's his preference. thinks you're just sooooo cute ugh <3

Book Nook . . .

this was a bad idea.

not solely due to the public setting, stowed away in a relatively private booth at a corner cafe, big comfy seats providing ample support as he sits with your weight in his lap, doing his best to look as casual as possible when sipping away at his coffee; but he can't focus properly. even if he knows that no one is looking at how hard his hand trembles on the bland cup, or how he's not even glancing at his open book at the moment, he can't help but to stay vigilant.

only because he doesn't want anyone else to see you right now, so vulnerable and cute for him. a protective arm coming up to wrap around your tummy, pausing for a brief second as he checks his surroundings before coming up to squeeze at your flat chest once or twice. he smiles to himself at the short gasp you let out in response to his perversion.

it's not a bad idea simply because he can barely stand to sit still, not with the way you consistently squirm and shiver on his cock, warm wet little cunt just begging for him to give in, to offer her some movement. an intended stern "princess..." escaping his tense lips, but it comes out more like a whine as opposed to anything else. a plead for more himself, tapping the cafe table idly as if doing so would somehow help calm him down from this little hidden sex game, lessen the heat radiating his cheeks, allow his cock to fuck so deep into you that you're left gasping for air in the middle of everybody's daily lives.

but it's a bad idea because of how addictive it is, from the get go too. to claim you so publicly, his pretty princess, sitting on her rightful throne. cock buried balls deep in you as you pretend to read with him, a squirmy little mess on his lap— it feels sooooo good to have his arms wrapped around you too, huffing in your scent against your neck; surely it just looks like a big hug, right? the way your skirt flows over him, hiding the degenerate secret behind layers of fabric.

he never knew cockwarming could be so exciting, honestly. but as per usual, you always seem to surprise him. perhaps later, when he's decided he's had enough of idle sitting and instead wishes to give you want you deserve, he'll let you wobble on over to the cash register to buy yourself a nice little sweet treat. one for him too, to take home.

then, he's rushing you to the nearest private spot. nursing an erection for however long it takes, just so that he can show you exactly how much he loves and appreciates you.

— you like to... do something creative when alone! here is a moodboard that i think fits your matchup!

[tbcanary]

haiii uhm. idk if anyone has asked this but what are some of your favorite character costumes/outfits :O

iggy i love and adore you and i love this question. hold on, i have to dig up some images.

okay. i dug up some images. so many, in fact, that i hit image limit on this post and had to trim some things down. let's go through it.

we're gonna just go ahead and start out with dinah lance, the light of my life. this whole post won't be sorted by character, but she's the one i have the most images of, so she gets her own section.

i know people really, really love the short-haired, less effeminate dinah we get in grell's 80s run. i'll get to her! but i'm going to start by saying that her looks in the green lantern/green arrow run are all-time. please consider, if you will, the most fashionable lady in the room:

(i can't include the house robe from snowbirds, but know that i spiritually do count it as part of this post. i hold it near and dear. for now, these two looks will do.)

her long black hair. her little white vest. the statement necklace for her date with ollie. and look, i would include ollie here too, because his outfits in this run are PEAK seventies dad energy, but i don't have the space and i like dinah more, so you get these.

then comes the 80s, when dinah is in her element. short black hair, noir vibes, wearing graphic tees for things like "seattle slugfest." (in longbow hunters, at least.)

she gets some cute looks in grell's run, obviously, but i'm partial to this little skirt and sleeveless denim button-up because it's so very unlike her. she was putting in the work to look cute, and i appreciate it. oliver, meanwhile, looks like fred from scooby doo.

the 1991 run is important because of her extremely high heeled boots with the BIG cuffs around the calves. i miss the cuffs. i wish they would return to me. but the actual panels i think about the most from this run are when she cuts her fishnet stockings and uses them to tie her hair back.

wh. who. i want to know which people in the writer's room decided that was a feasible option. i just want to talk. i can't imagine a less stable hairstyle to go karate-chop some yacht pirates. come on now. but also, she even ties them in a bow? i love her so much. what the fuck is happening.

she has a lot of good looks in birds of prey (1999), honestly, but none of the artists have EVER IN THEIR LIFE seen a woman's chest. not a one. i'm going to go ahead and stick to the two things i love: the fringed leather jacket (iconic) and the long-pants jumpsuit that they did instead of the fishnets.

i don't know WHY they got rid of the fishnets, honestly, but i like this turtleneck situation and the yellow accents. also her communicator necklace on full display <3 she also usually wears a motor jacket OVER the jumpsuit. slay!

(it's maybe a little sacrilegious to like the long pants costume, given that she is so well-known for the bodysuit and fishnets. but to be fair, even when they cut the legs off this suit, she still isn't wearing the stockings. her legs are naked. 0/10 what the HELL.)

sean izaakse deserves his own post and i would not be able to pick out a limited number of panels from his work on green arrow (2023) but i will say i love dinah's new costume, i love the texture on her jacket, and i love that she gets to have the little canary logo on the chest now.

i assume this was more of a birds of prey (2023) design and not izaakse's personal design, but i love how he draws her hair, and she's so short compared to everyone, and overall she just looks good. zero complaints here.

(actually, i do have a few complaints, they just aren't about dinah. one, lian's eyes should be brown. two, ollie should have KEPT HIS HORRIBLE MANBUN, THAT'S MY DAD. and three, mia's cape should still be yellow on the outside. otherwise, the art in this run is perfect.)

speaking of mia.

the art of green arrow (2001) is not like. my favorite art style ever in terms of aesthetics. but hester really, really sets the tone for a lot of these characters through his design choices. particularly mia, which makes a lot of sense given this is her introduction and he did a lot of the initial work with her character.

the thought put into her costuming. she's wearing baggy clothes to contrast with what she wore before she moved in with ollie, she has the hair up in a messy ponytail, etc etc. this mia is everything to me. and i love ollie, too. he looks like a cartoon dad from a nickelodeon show. which is exactly who he is, to me.

we're gonna detour from dc and into marvel for just a second but don't worry we'll come right back. i was really excited when kelly thompson and leo romero were announced for birds of prey (2023) because i really liked their work on hawkeye (2016). it's such a good style for kate bishop, in particular; it feels very youthful and the style just suits her. this is The Kate Bishop, to me, outside of the 2012 run.

(i also really, really like the way dinah is drawn in birds of prey (2023). she's small, she's compact, she looks like someone who's been doing gymnastics and karate her whole life. i could also fit her in my pocket! perfect!!!!)

but yeah okay i mentioned it so i also need to shout out hawkeye 2012. this comic's aesthetics were so fucking on point, and it is one of my favorite ones i've ever edited because it has such an INTENTIONAL color palette and use of graphics like the arrows and bullseyes.

like i know everyone talks about how good this run is but that's because it is LITERALLY that fucking good. the writing. the art. the characterization. ugh. life-changing.

anyway that's enough marvel (for now). back to my hovel. dc.

spiritworld (2023) was so fun. the art is so intentionally drawing on manga and i loved it from the first issue. you can feel the love put into the character design and the color work, and xanthe's cool bomber jacket and undercut is SO essential. this is the nonbinary rep we deserve.

shoutout to cass's look in this comic, too. i LOVE this costume for her. it moves in such a fun and exciting way when she's flipping around and moving through the air, it has a new silhouette, AND it STILL has the bat on the chest. perfect. everything to me. never change.

that being said, i DO have a favorite cass look, and it's these specific panels from batgirl (2000). the style in most of that comic is great, it's super funky and fun, but these were the panels i saw that ended up solidifying in my brain as "oh, that's cass."

also from batgirl (2000) though, i love the funky design choices because they give us things like PEAK takes on stephanie brown's spoiler costume. she's just a fucking blob to me. look at her.

steph has a lot of fun looks, to me, but my favorite will always be the era in like, issues 110-112 of robin (1993), where they gave her a bob cut and big :pleading: emoji eyes.

i do wish she'd had freckles at this time. i know they were a later addition, but i like them. they add character.

unrelated to AAAANY of that, i need to talk about poison ivy (2022). this run is stuuuuuunning. i've only pulled panels of pamela here because i LOVE the way her freak body horror is done, as well as the way her hair is drawn, but the scenery and the textures of this comic as a whole are insane.

even when the story isn't grabbing me, the art does. it's beautiful, it's unlike any other comic i'm reading right now, and it is one of the first comics i ever looked at that made me go, oh fuck, that's an ART piece. ykwim.

HOWEVER. if we're talking about comics that are just. art. through and through. there are a couple others i need to mention.

supergirl: woman of tomorrow is stunning. the colorwork, the hair texture, the EXPRESSIVENESS of the FACES. ugh. this comic made me cry, yeah, but it also made me stroke the pages lovingly because of the beautifully rendered colors.

i love that kara doesn't always look Pretty. i love that she gets bloody, and beat up, and she looks tired and sad and sick sometimes. i love that it is so beautiful and also you can see genuine hurt on kara's face. ugh. UGH. this comic!!!!

now for the indie shit lol. die (2020) is sooooo lovely. stephanie hans is ordinarily a cover artist, but she jumped onto this project to do pages, and my GOD is it beautiful. the character design, the colors, the expressions. it feels like a PAINTING and i want to EAT it.

there's a lot of body horror and gruesome stuff in here. but like, somehow, even that manages to look pretty? i love the painterly textures. i love how the tone influences the colors. it's all just stunning. i need to go reread this one right now, actually.

annnnnnnd! last one, i promise! it's time for THE FORGED (2023).

i love this comic. everyone in it is a lesbian with an atypical body type, half of them are wearing bondage gear, and it's all set in a space sci-fi setting with more lore than you can shake a stick at.

and on TOP of all of THAT. LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THE COLORS ARE.

there are a few honorable mentions i don't have room to include images of, so i'm gonna go off and list them now:

the wild west arc of exiles (2012) in that very painterly style

the scenery and background work in wonder woman: the hiketeia

the INCREDIBLY clean lines and sharp colorwork of dan mora in world's finest (2023)

the super sketchy and rough pencil-esque art in the back half of green arrow/black canary (especially mia! i love her!)

i am sorry but i enjoy the very sharp style of batgirls (2022). i don't necessarily endorse the writing or the story of the run, but i think the shapes are good. sorry. take me out back, i know.

young justice (1998) also has very cute cartoony art!! i haven't read much of it yet, but every time i see it, it makes me smile. which is the point, i think?

OKAY. PHEW. do you regret asking me yet, gobby. did you get what you came for. am i welcome to come yell at you about the forged (2023) and die (2020) until the day we both shed this mortal coil and depart for the great beyond.

that's it ily mwah thank you for the best question i've ever been asked <3333

[nuchester]

YOU DDONT KNOW HOW HAPPY I WAS WHEN I SAW YOU WROTE FOR JOHN FOR SOAD/DSMOB, please tell me your hcs for him and his chubby body. im normal about him i swear. or just anything about him please im on my knees desperate for john content

YES YES AND YES 😍😍

Love him or hate him, here are some John Dolmayan hc’s!! (I’ll do some SFW and NSFW)

SFW 🩷

- let’s be honest, John is a very controversial man, and thanks to that he gets a lot of hate. I think any type of praise, especially from you, would make his heart do somersaults 🙁

- imagine playing with his hair, braiding it and trying hairstyles you found on Pinterest or insta on him

- his ARMS 😍 he could so easily scoop you up and carry you places, or just hold you close whenever he wants to

- he would for sure just rant on about his favourite comics, telling you everything about them. He would especially love telling you his ideas for his own comic series Ascencia

- using his belly as a pillow 😻😻😻 UGH I LOVE CHUBBY MEN

- he loves his drums. Loves them. He never lets anyone play them, other than you of course

- “be careful. Don’t hit too hard, okay? This set was expensive.”

- you get to see the giggly and happy side of him the public doesn’t get to see

NSFW 🩷

- this man is DOMINANT

- need I say more?

- I’m going to anyways 🤭🤭

- I think he would love doggy and reverse cowgirl

- having him pull your hair while he’s ruthlessly ruining your insides??? Yes please

- definitely an ass man. Just look at him and tell me he isn’t

- having him throatfuck you 🫣🫣

- loves being marked up, but loves marking you up even more

- man’s a drummer. He can do a lot of things with his hands very quick. Take that as you will…

- I feel like he doesn’t believe in condoms. If he’s fucking you, he needs to feel EVERYTHING

- I think he would love cockwarming

- when it’s late at night and he doesn’t feel like pulling out, so he stays inside of you till morning 😵‍💫

- one round isn’t enough for him. It’s minimum 3 or 4 every time.

- I don’t think he would moan or anything. But just imagine him groaning and grunting in your ear while he’s fucking your from behind 🤭

- aftercare isn’t really his strong point, but he’ll do whatever you suggest, especially if he thinks you were extra good

I NEED HIM 😫😫😫

Anyways, here you go! Hope you enjoyed!!

[nagisadelune]

Headcanon: Artem With a Younger Sister

(Definitely not edited)

Okay. I know that officially Artem does not have any siblings (I think), but could you imagine how much sweetness there would be as the sibling of Mr. Wing, the youngest senior attorney in Stellis? Man, writing this one might make me think that I want to be his younger sister rather than a lover lol. Either way, I hope you enjoy this one!

For context, you're three years younger than Artem, so you're born in 2004. (Yeah guys. Artem was born in 2001 according to the timeline at the beginning of the game.) I'm also pulling your sibling relationship off of the Shirogane siblings in Kaguya-Sama, so there might be some parallels. (Please don't copyright me or get me in legal trouble ;-;)

(Spoiler warning because of Artem's third birthday card in the Chinese server)

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The little girl waits by the door of the classroom, trying to see her parents in the sea of people. One by one, her classmates wave her good bye, and she slowly loses hope in getting picked up today. Suddenly, in the crowd, she spots a familiar hairstyle; the young boy is slightly sweating from running as he frantically weaves through the crowd, trying to find someone. Instantly, the little girl's eyes light up, and she runs towards him.

"Artie!" she calls, her arms up and ready for him to catch her. He turns towards her and immediately catches her, picking her up. She giggles at the brief feeling of weightlessness before clinging onto her brother.

"Hey there, you little ball of energy! Did you say good bye to your teacher yet?" he greets before carrying her against his hip. Hesitantly, she shakes her head no before he walks over to the teacher by the classroom door. Setting her down, he reminds her, "What do you say then?"

"Thank you! Have a nice day, teacher!" the little girl exclaims before bowing, her brother following suit. With a bright smile on her face, the teacher bows back before the two are off walking home. He grabs his little sister's hand tightly, making sure she wasn't about to run off towards a distraction.

"Were you worried about Mom and Dad not picking you up?" he asks carefully as the two started walking on the sidewalk. The little girl nods slowly and pouts, looking at her feet kicking at the cement. Knowing that she feels slightly upset about not getting picked up, he attempts to make it up to her, "It's okay, mei mei (A/N: Chinese for little sister). I'll make sure to pick you up after my classes end; how does that sound?" He takes a step in front of her before squatting down to see her eyes. Although she tries to hide her happiness, she continues to pout her lips, but Artem can see right through her and decides to play along. "Wow, my own mei mei doesn't even want her brother around," he fake cries. "I guess I'll walk by myself."

As he fakes trudging along the sidewalk, his little sister runs up beside him and grabs his hand before trying to defend herself, "I do want ge ge (A/N: Chinese for older brother), but Mom and Dad didn't say anything about you needing to pick me up." She immediately notices her brother's face light up when she clings back onto him, and they continue walking home.

Although they are three years apart, the two siblings are very close with Artem often caring a little too much for his sister. Because of their parents' busy schedules, Artem often takes care of her even when the caretaker is there, making him an overprotective brother and her own personal bodyguard.

"Mei mei, how was your lunch today?" Artem asks, changing the topic of their conversation. When they almost approach the steps of the front porch, he suddenly remembers a detail from this morning.

"It was good!" she answers happily, making Artem's lips curve into a warm smile. "I know you cooked it though; the mapo tofu wasn't as spicy as the way our caretaker makes it." Immediately, she catches him red-handed. Although his cooking is not the best, Artem decided to cook their lunch since the caretaker wasn't feeling their best. This ended up with Artem staying in the kitchen late at night to make sure his dishes tasted good enough for his beloved little sister.

"Well I'm glad you liked it, mei mei," he responds, patting her head softly. Approaching the front door, Artem takes his set of keys out to unlock the door where his sister twists the door knob to open it. Inside, their eyes meet with two familiar backs. "You're back?" Artem asks confused as the pair starts taking off their shoes before stepping in.

"Yeah, the university let us out early for spring break, and the caretaker should take a rest," their mom answers, peeking behind her. After a quick glance at the two children, her eyes return to her hands lightly scrubbing the vegetables under the running water.

Their father silently cuts the freshly washed vegetables before he speaks up, "You two should go get cleaned up; you must be tired from school, but you must still have homework to do." With a quick glance to see the two nodding, he continues his knifework. The two siblings begin walking past them as they slowly unwind in their home.

"Mei mei, do you want to shower first?" Artem asks her as he helps her unpack her backpack. She nods before rushing to the shower. He sighs at her childness before he begins to work.

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And that's a wrap! This one is a bit shorter because of work and stuff, and I want to apologize for the bad quality; it wasn't exactly what I was expecting, but what can I expect after being so busy, right? Maybe I'll come back to redo this idea or build the characters more or something. No matter how good or bad this was, I really hope that you enjoyed this one! I'll see you in the next one!

[2n2n]

WARRRGGHH THE RYOKAN............................

wow, I guess Tsukasa truly is a fakie fake kitty! He's the only one who has normal human ears...

I'm so used to kemonimi having 4 ears that I didn't think Aida would make it a distinct visual consistency that the 'real' cats only have the 2. Its kinda crazy to see Hanako and Nene with No Ears on the sides...

more subtle on someone with a hairstyle like Sakura, but really glaring on Hanako, haha. He feels sorta shaved down...

Little Tsukasa is just playing pretend.... too cute... you'll still play with a feather toy like any kitten, huh...? nya nya nya....

I'm glad you're safe sweetie.... a normal lad (sortof)!!! INTACT!!

I wasn't sure how 'canon' this image exactly was-- their designs shifted a lot since here afterall (clothes are different, lacking matching bells, Hanako's missing his tail-tip color, Tsukasa's missing a tail at all, lacking his fanciful shimenawa thing etc)....

his profile specifies that he likes "narrow and dark spaces"...

his title seems to be a sorta pun on room-service and the word for tortishell cat ('sabi' instead of 'sabisu'?) ? (at least, I saw JP accounts talking about sabineko in conjunction with his title...) ? I'm glad he's generally useless and does what he wants... I'm sure thats the life Hanako wants for you!! But, a-ah, it's increasing my fractal to have Tsukasa essentially enjoy a broomcloset.... like a small enclosed space... guess he got used to whatever the circus put him through.... and Hanako lets him do as he pleases ... ah, it's so cute... in canon, I always wonder why he is in that scary, derelict room, when he has access to the greater Broadcast Room and even rogue spaces like the teaparty zone. Maybe Tsukasa's personal creature comforts are a scary dark hovel. Makes you worry a little about his life, doesn't it...

Nene having come here to get meat but just getting harassed by her thirsty coworker, extremely funny.

Hanako liking silver vine.................... can I see it, AidaIro.... can I see Hanako drooling and rolling around on the floor under the effects of silver vine ... please ... I would like to see it. What an indulgent pleasures guy... Hanako seems so carefree. And of course we have to mention he's here to eat someone........

It's fascinating Sakura is the true manager and comes from a long line of people set to run it :o some neat implications there... it follows my general ideas of her for canon (someone trapped in her position by some tradition...) so I'm intriiigued.....

I was so like, "how do we go from running away from the circus to founding a ryokan?" but, just stumbling across an extant ryokan makes plenty of sense!!!

I really love the general vibes of people suffering in life, or hating their circumstances, etc, winding up here... I like Mitsuba and Aoi both just hating their jobs... COME TO THE RYOKAN!!

rah... I don't have the braincells to say more... I just love this all so much.... what a wonderful AU... I never imagined we'd get a whole MAP of the FACILITY!!!! And I didn't imagine it was SO sprawling and wondrous, we can do anything here... TT___TT its too much to think about the twins spending years here, bathing in hot steaming waters and playing kitty together, getting acquainted with silver vine.... its also too much to think about how disgusting Hanako's harassment of Nene would be in such close proximity to bathing accommodations and so much freedom to run about the place without a buncha authority figures.......... its gotta be rough, eh girl.... good luck lol.

I feel like Tsuchigomori is just a big spider in a cave somewhere, lol...

[nagirambles]

Honestly if lis stayed dead , I feel like side characters would have more impact on the serious , like Kinanna is post to be Mira best friend she even learning animal take over magic (when she skin she even looks like lis but with purple hair ) imagine elf and Mira teaching her the ropes of take over , Mira even stated that Yukino looks like Lisanna so which makes Mira even more attached to her and gives Yukino more impact on the story. Part 1 🌺

Honestly agree. I honestly feel there was so much planned for Mirajane with the new younger girls of the guild, but since her story closed on tenrou Island, there just wasn’t much to develop toward since there was no hole for anyone to fill. 

And the first thing I thought of when I saw x791 Kinana was literally: She has Lisanna’s pre-death hairstyle, and she is wearing a green version of Lisanna’s Edolas fit. She’s cute, but what the hell? It’s like Mashima was trying to create a sense of reflection to our first meeting with Edo FT, a trippy sight, with foreign versions of familiar faces. But I think he just went about it all the wrong way, because though I adore that scene, you can already start seeing problems-- the unnecesary rehashing of already-done ‘surprises’, and female characters being samefaced.

Honestly, it makes me wonder if Kinana was supposed to have development with Mirajane before the plan came for Lisanna to come back. Because she just fills such a perfect hole where Lisanna was, you know? She’s the little sister type and a newbie in the guild, she’s a waitress, she’s learning Take Over which gives her like, three different reasons for interactions with Mirajane! (It’s just about the perfect time too, since we’ve developed Mirajane from the beginning, and we left off in Fantasia when she overcame her pain of losing Lisanna. Finding someone else to fill in that gap in her heart is the perfect step forward, you know?) 

Oh god, much disservice was done to Yukino. 

Like, for a moment the part about “you look like Lisanna” almost seemed like it was gonna be important, only for it to be a lead-in to Sorano’s existence (which was good, don’t get me wrong) but Mirajane and Yukino never do anything with it after GMG. They don’t, you know, become best friends, or anything, she just mentions her every once in a while, their friendship is about as dry as every friendship in this show outside Team Natsu--- maybe they get a greeting and a hug, maybe they get to exposit about the next plot point, that’s about it. 

Most infuriatingly, they don’t set up fun new interactions about Mirajane and Sorano interacting. They’re both big sisters to adorable white-haired precious baby sisters that they want to spoil to death, that is the perfect bonding plan! Yukino and Lisanna don’t even interact meaningfully (or ever,) like what the hell is up with that? 

What was the point of Yukino looking like Lisanna? The sister thing can still be done even if Yukino didn’t look like Lisanna with soft blue shading-- like, you’re not telling me Mirajane’s only nice to people that remind her of Lisanna, right? She’s nice to everyone, please tell me she is. There are enough spiritual Lisanna-adjacents in the story (Lucy being the first) for me to want to give Mirajane some therapy because Mashima please. Stop giving her more people to project her (once-)dead sister into. Or actually make her do it, because that’s more interesting than NOT doing anything with those similarities at all.  

Mirajane being the mother of the guild is honestly my favourite thing about her. She’s just so warm. She’s exactly what you want the ‘receptionist’ character to do in a story about a guild that’s a home. 

Honestly, I feel Lucy’s character takes a lot from Lisanna, in the start of the story. (Mainly because back then, Lisanna, as a concept and a ‘dead’ character only ever existing in dialogue, was the one taking personality traits from Lucy.) So once she came back, Lisanna’s character didn’t really have a foothold to stand on or space to slot herself into as her own character, because she was made to be a reflection of Lucy in a lot of ways, and she was meant to be memorialized as who Lucy could have been, a treasure they failed to protect and won’t mess up again. She was never made to be her own character-- just, the idea of a beautiful one. 

That’s why Lisanna started off trying a lot of new things (being friends with Juvia, then being the Strauss’ siblings extra piece,) before ultimately just fading off as one of the faces in the crowd with a convenient power that can come into use every once in a while. I do think Mashima could have handled all of this better, but what do I know. I’m just reaching for assumptions and theories.

[goshdangronpa]

Makoto naegi

For the ask thing? Here ya go! And please bear in mind that it's been a long while since I've experienced Trigger Happy Havoc, which I only encountered by watching a walkthrough that didn't do any of the free time events.

Favorite thing about them: He's not the smartest - both Byakuya and Junko probably has hive beat in terms of sheer intellect, and Kyoko could almost certainly solve the cases on her own. Even so, he's no idiot, and he succeeds by combining careful reason with a level of kindness and faith in his fellow human that none of those three can match. His decision to trust that Kyoko is lying for a reason is what ultimately exposes the mastermind and saves the survivors' lives. It's all too easy for mystery genre protagonists to set aside emotion for cold, hard logic - that's the impression I get from Kyoko (whom I like a lot, to be clear). Makoto won't play that way, and that's awesome.

Least favorite thing about them: playing Ultra Despair Girls taught me that a character can be a total normie and somehow make that a hilarious and fun personality to follow. Makoto can't even match his sister in that regard. Not that he needs to be quite like that, though. Saying my least fave thing about any DR character will still end in their favor.

Favorite quote: it's the most obvious pick, but as someone who'd never even heard of the games before watching THH's playthrough, I can't emphasize enough how much of a kick I got from him interrupting his classmates' lies and conjectures with the blunt and plainly rude "NO! THAT'S WRONG!" So friggin' funny. Makoto is nice, but he does not tolerate bullshit!

BroTP: Is it unusual to be a fan of Yasuhiro? I, for one, would enjoy a straight man/funny man duo between this overconfident yet easily spooked moron and his level-headed yet polite friend who pulls him out of jams.

OTP: I once followed a wonderful Tumblrite who was the world's foremost expert on Chihiro Fujisaki. He shipped her with Makoto and invented such a wonderful narrative for them, along with plenty of sweet art, that I was converted. They're so cute.

NoTP: I don't think much about ships, not enough to reject many with any intensity. Let me think ... every nice guy has their limits, and I can only imagine that Makoto would draw the line at the notion of dating Toko. She's a fantastic character in UDG, but such an unrepetantly irritating piece of work in THH. I like to think that he's skeptical, to say the least, of her ability to be a good partner toward Komaru when he first hears about them.

Random headcanon: this isn't the hairstyle he actually wants, he just can't figure out how to tell the barber what he wants done.

Unpopular opinion: what are the popular ones, anyway? Uhhh how about this. Blank-slate audience avatar characters get a lot of flack among writers and critics because they're usually just so functional (give the audience someone to relate to and follow) and boring (outshone by more colorful castmates). Makoto stands out in a franchise defined by titanic personalities just by taking everyone as they are, having the smarts to solve complex murder mysteries, and being a chill and friendly guy. He proves the value of the archetype and shows that characters of this stock can distinguish themselves.

Song I associate with them: https://youtu.be/AFfmNQbcucw (I had to resist putting Mark Morrison's "Return of the Mack")

Favorite picture of them: so good that I actually drew it myself

[kfanopinions]

KB Ideal Type (Tarot Reading)

okie dokie! this was interesting to do since i had no idea what to ask jk i'll share what questions i asked as well as the cards that came up with what i found. so please like always take it with a grain of salt and enjoy! ^^

Q: what is KB from OnlyOneOf's ideal type?

Page of Cups || Knight of Swords || The Hierophant

-> someone imaginative -> creative (may not know how creative they can be) -> shy/naïve -> someone who leaps into action -> isn't afraid to lend a helping hand -> there for others -> wise/has some wisdom -> people look up to them -> stable person/someone who has their sh*t together

Q: what is the energy this person embodies?

Vulture Spirit -> nothing is wasted

-> through their triumphs and struggles they have gained knowledge to use at their disposal -> very strong regenerative type of energy

Q: any chart information?

*this is information about the person but i'm wording it to fit what he would like in a person*

1st House || Pisces || Saturn || Square

-> someone who knows their self-worth -> even if their personality rubs someone the wrong way they own who they are -> someone who knows to take care of themselves and doesn't always bend over backwards for others (this person may need to keep this in check) -> someone who uses everything that has happened to them (good and bad) to their benefit and to grow from

astro dice - possible chart info/signs

signs - sagittarius // libra // gemini chart info - this is anything that might be of significance in any way pluto // sagittarius // 1st house

Oracle Cards

i used two different decks asking the same question... 'what can you tell me about kb's ideal type?'

stay optimistic about your love life - positive thinking and faith will bring you romance worth waiting for - divine timing is at work in your love life coffee cup || not today || stabbed in the back || love

-> could be someone that started off as a friend (or he might have an ideal type within his friend group) -> again this feeling of someone standing their ground. setting boundaries and not letting people walk all over them -> they may have suffered some kind of hurt but that has only made them stronger which is an admirable quality (maybe he might like someone who takes the hurt and turns it into gold?) -> someone who he finds attractive -> a person that gets him like there is just this instant connection

FUN ADDITION

now this just for fun. they are possible facial details, eye colors, love messages etc. that this person may have or want to convey. this is for fun so please take this with a grain of salt ♥

charms and letters

-> cute -> sweet -> likes nature -> maybe into astrology or they like to stargaze -> perhaps someone that likes rock music (?) lol skulls came up and a guitar so maybe he likes rocker types? -> name could start with a vowel or have many vowels (letters: O, O, I, I, I, U, and D)

features

hair style || bangs // 3/4 part // eccentric hairstyle (this could be the cut or color) eye color || green eye // blue eye // honey brown hair color || light blonde hair // reddish blonde // warm espresso (dark brown) // burgundy // purple brown face details || thick/bushy eye brows // strong jaw (nice jawline) // longer face // beautiful long eyelashes personality || cheerful // good sense of humor // sensual // nervous/worrier love messages he (kb)/they (ideal type) want to convey || i'll be there for you always // you are the most beautiful person. inside and out // you are super smart! let's stay up and talk more!

Q: how can kb bring his ideal type into his life?

9 of Wands || The Star || 4 of Cups || 6 of Pentacles || 10 of Cups

-> getting rid of what isn't necessary. out with the old and in with the new -> manifesting. stating what he wants to the universe/wish on a star -> seeing what is in front of him. working on his relationships with those he cares about. sharing in the wealth -> enjoying the relationships he has both romantic and friendship -> being their for people he cares about -> getting rid of someone who wasn't there for the right reasons (there was just a shadow figure in the background of the 10 of Cups which makes me think someone was hanging around or it's like an ex)

*hope you liked it ^^*

[thatoneguy031]

Something kinda random, kinda not...

Hey, so I have a Typhlosion oc and, before I reveal his before and after photos(These drawings were made about two and a half years apart), I want to provide some context and a bit of backstory stuff.

First, his name is Trevor(Alliteration is a bit of a trend with this 'world', I guess?), and he's my first attempt at an adult character. As someone who is still in high school(and was in middle school when I first came up with his character), I didn't, and still don't, have an idea about what to do with him. "Adult things" are a bit outta my league, but I was like, "Y'know what? I'm not gonna hold myself up at this. I have an idea, and I'm gonna stick with it, dang it!"

And so, I came up with personality traits, a sort-of character arc, a few characters he hung out with, and the works. I think that I should say many "plot points" in the story would end with a gag that unraveled everything the last few "episodes" set up, but I should also state that I knew when to take this a bit seriously, such as Trevor discovering what he was, which is... yeah, I still don't know, honestly. Let's just say he's straight and questioning for now(I'm actually bi and thought about what I was really, really into for a long time before coming to that conclusion, so it checks out).

Trevor, like a lot of my protagonists, is very kind, but he can be a little bit too chill at times. Like, many people(Which are also Pokemon in this context) thought that he was baked out of his skull a lot of the time. He was very caring, loving to make sure that everyone around him was in a pretty good mood. He became a bit of a therapist at times, giving solid mental advice and letting people hang out at his place to chill out and relax.

He lived in New Florida(A mix of New York and Florida), a place known for its cartoon-like chaos and general fun(Well, if you can consider sort of supernatural events and the like fun), and he works at a cafe for a living until he can kick-start his true dream as a musician.

Before I ramble onwards, if y'all want me to anyway... Here's the two images of Trevor I promised!

This is the Trevor from two and a half years ago! He's a bit chunky, but I feel like he's a solid representation of what I wanted put of an adult character, y'know? The jacket and shirt are also top-tier, as well.

And these are the version of Trevor that I drew a few hours ago! I kept his belly for one, that was always what made him look adorable to me. And I decided to change his outfit! It's clearly gonna be like, a one-time thing, but I love imagining him in flannel, it looks great on him! I also did this:

-Gave him an actual hairstyle(The "natural Typhlosion" look just didn't work for him) -Made him a little more... "pleasing" than expected(That's just a thing with him; He's pretty suave, but it's always unintentional.) -Made his firespots a little more prominent(They formed the way they did due to a deformity I'll get into eventually, they're like freckles running down his back) -Gave him a more anthropomorphic look -And adapted him into my new art style, which really benefits him a lot here.

The second image is blurry, please don't mind that, but it's the "definitive" version of Trevor for the time being.

I love this redesign, and I can't wait to do more art of him!

[rebelliousstories]

Unlikely Wingman

Relationship: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Jolene Seresin OC

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of blood and injury, Mentions of past bad ex’s

Word Count: 4,052

Main Masterlist: Here

Top Gun Masterlist: Here

Read Part One: Baby Girl

Summary: A single dad and a single mom walk into a park…

It was Jake’s one day off this week. This whole week was long; hops, classes, and paperwork piled up. But thankfully, today was the day he could spend with his daughter. Jolene was growing up so fast; it was hard to believe that she was about to celebrate her 5th birthday and go off to kindergarten. He didn’t want to think about that, but he did. He thought about his daughter going off and joining school. All the friends she would make, and how much she would learn. He couldn’t wait to see all the art projects, and yet, he was terrified. What if she didn’t like school? What if she got sick or hurt? What if she got sick or hurt and he was in the air or on a mission and he couldn’t get to her? All the what ifs ran through his mind, but was only brought out of it by his princess stopping in front of him. She held her favorite running around shoes in her tiny hands and put them up to Jake’s reach.

“Daddy, can you hewp pwease?” She asked, sweetly smiling up at him. He was so proud of his little girl. She always made sure to use her manners, and ask for things nicely. He couldn’t believe that he was raising a tiny human that would soon go forth into the world.

“Of course princess. Come here.” Jake knelt down, and propped her shoes up on his knee. He laced them up quietly as he observed his girl’s choice of outfit. She was in her pretty dresses phase; she always wanted to be wearing a pretty dress. But she made sure she was wearing a set of shorts underneath, which pleased Jake. She was really smart and aware for being four years old.

It felt like yesterday he was getting her on a plane to fly her out to California. So much had happened in that time that Jake couldn’t even wrap his head around. The Dagger team got stationed together in Fightertown. Apparently the Navy didn’t want to split up the team made of the best of the best. They occasionally had small missions away from Fightertown, but that was their home base. Maverick and Bob had been the two that would watch Jolene when he was in the air or had to stay late with paperwork, but he tried to take paperwork home. Phoenix made sure to teach her things that only a woman could, which Jake was thankful for. She also taught him how to do different hairstyles and how to get better at them.

Coyote, Fanboy, Payback, and Rooster were the fun uncles. The kind that would pick her up from school and take her for ice cream just because it was a Tuesday. Their little dysfunctional team has really helped Jake adjust to his life as a single father. He never imagined himself in that position but he couldn’t be happier to be one. Right now, he was getting his little lady ready for a day at the park. The schedule was simple. Go to the park and stay there for a few hours. Go get some lunch out at their favorite pizza parlor which also happened to sell their favorite gelato. And end the day at Uncle Bob’s house because Bob’s sister and niece and nephews were in town. A simple and easy day for them before he had to go back to work for a few days.

On the way to the park, Jake threw on some country hits that his daughter had fallen in love with. She just simply couldn’t have a good day unless she heard Johnny Cash and Dolly Parton. She defiantly was his daughter. They belted out tunes, while Jake periodically sipped his coffee. One of his favorite liberties of being in the civilian world was the coffee. He had so many more options than he did on the bases. The park came into view and he could feel Jolene get excited.

“Alright, alright darlin’. Calm down just a minute. You’re jumpin’ like a dog. I can’t get you out if you don’t stop that wigglin’.” Jake tried to get out but he kept laughing. Jolene was so excited to go that she was making it take longer to get out of the truck.

“Come on daddy!! Let’s go!” Jolene exclaimed as she finally made it out of the truck. He only laughed and made her wait as he got the bag from the other side of the back seat. When the doors were finally closed, father and daughter walked hand in hand towards the park. Jake found a spot on a bench where he could see the majority of the park’s play equipment. He could see through some of the equipment which definitely helped when it came to keeping an eye on his surroundings. He made Jolene applied an adequate amount of sunscreen before letting her go play.

“Stay within my line of vision please baby girl. If you can’t see me, daddy can’t see you. Now go have fun okay? I’ll come join you in a bit.” Jake pressed a kiss to her cheek and let her go run around. The late morning air felt wonderful. July was a really nice time of year in California and the breeze that accompanied the morning added to his relaxation. With aviators on, Jake pulled a book out of the bag he packed and began to read. Every few words, he’d look up to check on Jolene, but she always stayed where he could see her. His coffee was sitting comfortably next to him as he simply enjoyed the day that he had. While his job made it a bit difficult sometimes to be a father, much less a single one, they made it work.

Jolene was very understanding that her daddy was going to be gone for long stretches of time occasionally. And for that he was thankful. But he’ll never forget the first deployment he had with Jolene.

~

“Baby, I gotta go okay? But Auntie Phoenix is gonna take real good care of you.” Jake said, holding Jolene who had tears in her eyes. This was the first time Jake was going to be gone for longer than a couple days.

“But…b-b-but daddy. You gonna come ba-ack right?” She asked while her voice got choked up with a sob. Jake felt his heart break and he pulled his daughter into his arms. Phoenix was behind them, standing in her threshold of her on base apartment. She specifically cleared out her guest room for the little girl. She watched the heart touching scene, feeling her own heart break at the little girl.

“I’m gonna come right back baby girl, okay. But I need you to stay with Auntie Phoenix for me please. I’ll be back before you know it. But daddy needs to go, okay? Daddy has to go.” As Jake started to pull away from his little girl, she started sobbing. Full on, heart wrenching, sobbing. She kept crying out for Jake and he had to force himself away from her. Natasha came up behind Jolene and picked her up while she kept reaching out for her daddy. Jake felt tears come to his eyes while Natasha turned Jolene to sob into her neck instead.

“I’ll send you pictures and updates. Go Hangman.” She said, delivering a pat on the arm to him. Jake leaned over and kissed his daughters head. She turned as quick as lightning to wrap her arms around Jake. The three of them stood there for a minute before Jake let go once more.

“Auntie Phoe is gonna take good care of you. I love you Jolene.” And with that he left his daughter in the arms of the woman he trusted most, besides his own family. Jake hopped into his truck, and took one last look at the girl he was leaving behind. Natasha lived on the ground floor, which made it easy for her to get into her home after long training days when she was sore and bruised. Phoenix waved goodbye to Hangman and went inside to quell the distraught girl she held in her arms.

Jake left for a three month deployment afterwards and it was torture for him. One of the things that made him be able to go to sleep at night was being able to go into his daughter’s room and make sure she was okay. But the updates from Natasha made the deployment better. Once he had been so lucky as to have enough cell service to have a video chat with the girls. Jolene was so happy to be able to hear Jake’s voice again, and the next day Phoenix said that was the best night’s sleep the girl had gotten in six weeks.

When he got home six weeks later, Jolene refused to let go of him. She held him tight when he came to pick her up, and only let go to drive back to their house. But when they got out of the truck, well, Jake had to carry his bags and Jolene when he entered the house. She held him while they ate dinner, and would start getting hysterical when he let go of her to put her down for sleep. He finally conceded and allowed her to sleep with him that first night back.

That had been almost two years ago and he had another three month deployment coming up shortly after Christmas. He wouldn’t be home for New Years, but at least he’d be home in time for her birthday in May. Hopefully this time would be easier than last deployment.

~

“Daddy!” Jake started running. His fatherly instinct simply taking over when he heard his daughter’s scream. He abandoned his book, drink, and bag. None of that mattered as he located his daughter with someone else near her. A boy who was laying down. As soon as he got over, Jolene let out a sigh of relief.

“Jo. What happened?” He asked kneeling down next to his daughter and the mystery boy.

“Well, um, me and Mike were playing and he missed his jump, and hit his head. Then he laid down and he keeps saying that he’s dizzy. I didn’t know what to do.” Jolene was scared about what happened to her new friend.

“Okay,” he responded before leaning over the boy, “Mike? Mike? Hey buddy can you see me? My name is Jake. I’m Jolene’s dad, and I’m also in the navy. Can I help you please?” He asked, keeping his voice soft and his words simple. He saw the boy open his eyes and nod, noticing the dazed look in the boys eyes.

“Okay bud. I’m just gonna check your head really quick okay? I just need to touch your head so I can make sure you don’t have a boo boo.” Mike nodded, and Jake placed his hands on the boys head. He found nothing at first, and then he felt his head get wet. When he pulled away, he noticed blood on his hands. Jolene gasped and turned away from the sight and that’s when Jake heard it.

“Mike? Mikey? Michael! Are you okay? Oh God.” She exclaimed loudly as she neared the trio. Jake looked up and saw her. A gorgeous young woman was coming near them.

“Is he okay? Mikey? Mike!” She pleaded that her son look at her but Jake gently pulled her hands away from his head.

“Miss, miss! Hey, I’m trained in first aid. I’m trying to help Mike but I need you to back up just a little bit.” By now a crowd has formed around the small group, which was exactly what Jake didn’t need right now. He felt around the back of the boy’s head yet again, trying to gage how big the cut is but he couldn’t be certain. It felt small but it could be big.

“Mike, I need you to open your eyes buddy. I need you to look at me.” The young boy opened his eyes with much struggle and Jake started his tests.

“Okay bud. I need you to follow my finger and answer some questions okay? Can you do that for me bud?” Jake asked; the boy still laying down.

“Otay.” He said quietly.

“Okay so just follow my finger,” and the boy trained his eye on the digit, “what’s your name?” The finger moved up and down.

“Michael Jones, sir.” He followed the finger.

“Okay, how old are you Michael?” The finger moved side to side.

“Um… four. I turn five soon.” Diligently, he followed the finger. Jake turned to the woman who was over his shoulder and she nodded, confirming the information.

“Okay little man, one more question. Do you know where you are?” Jake stopped moving his finger and pulled the child’s lids open gently. When he didn’t see any obvious signs of distress, he stopped and let the boy rest.

“Sun… sun glow park. My mommy’s here. Where’s my mommy?” He asked starting to get up and look around. The woman from beside him sprung forward.

“I’m right here baby. Are you okay?” She asked getting closer to her son and gently helping to raise him up. Jake gingerly helped her son up while double checking to make sure Jolene was still there and okay.

“I’m otay mommy. My head hurts.” Jake used this opportunity to take a better look at the back of his head. The cut was small, but head wounds bleed.

“Hey,” Jake grabbed the woman’s attention, “I have a first aid kit in my truck. Would you mind if I patched him up? I don’t see any signs of a concussion or any serious trauma so I think he just hit his head.” She nodded and picked her son up who clung to his mother. Jake dispersed the crowd that had gathered saying that the boy was just fine and it was nothing serious. Jake walked his daughter, and the mother and son over to his truck, stopping to pick up his items really quick. He threw that stuff in the back seat before moving to the truck bed and popped it. He saw the bright red bag and placed the boy on the edge and began to put a bandage over the cut.

“I know little man. I’m sorry.” Jake said after Mike hissed as the alcohol cleaned the blood away. Thankfully the bandage went on without a hitch.

“There you go little man. All patched up. Just gotta watch that noggin’ of yours better next time, mkay?” Jake asked, his voice lighter. Mike nodded eagerly but soon stopped as the area he cut became sore.

“Thank you,” his mother spoke up, “seriously. I’m really glad you were there. I don’t know what I’d do if something worse had happened or if you hadn’t been there mister…” she trailed off waiting for a name.

“Jake Seresin, naval aviator, ma’am.” She smiled at him, and gave him her name in return.

“And this is Mike, if you haven’t guessed. Is she yours?” The mother pointed to Jake’s daughter who stood slightly behind her father. Her red hair and green eyes were vibrant as ever. Jake placed and arm around her and pulled her in towards him.

“Yeah, this is Jolene. My baby girl. She’s actually the same age as Mike there.” Jake let go of Jolene who went to Mike immediately, while his mother stepped closer to Jake.

“I really do appreciate it. Mikey is my pride and joy and I was terrified when I saw him on the ground. How can I repay you?” She asked,looking straight into Jake’s eyes. Jake began to protest when he heard Jolene and Michael giggle to each other. Both parents looked over at their kids with smiles.

“What’s so funny, Red?” Jake asked of his daughter, which caused her to start laughing more.

“You like Miss. Jones. Just bring her to lunch with us.” Jake was stunned, as was Mike’s mother. And then, Jolene turned back to her conversation with Mike like nothing happened.

“Um, you’re totally okay to say no but would you like to come have lunch with us? We’re just going to D’Antonio’s around the corner if you’d like to join us. Seems the kids like each other.” Jake offered, suddenly feeling his neck heat up with a blush he hadn’t felt in a long time. Mike’s mother smiled at Jake.

“Yeah, I’d like that. It’ll at least give me an opportunity to pay you back for helping Mikey.” She said shyly, while looking to the kids.

“My momma would have my head if I let a woman pay for a meal in my presence. I’ll treat y’all to lunch.” Jake walked them back to their car, and then walked with Jolene back to his truck. They arrived at the restaurant, and got a table going while waiting on the mother and son duo. He saw them come through and stood up to pull her chair out.

“Wow. Southern gentleman.” She said with a hand over her heart, as she sat in her chair. Jake chuckled as their kids settled into the seats near their parents.

“You can thank my mom. She insisted on raising me proper.” He stated with a soft smile on his face. She returned his smile, and they helped the kids order. It felt very soft, and domestic. Something Jake wasn’t use to.

“So a naval aviator, huh? How’d you get into that?” She asked, setting Mike and Jolene up with some crayons and paper. Jake found it odd that she pulled it out of her bag that she had, but maybe it was because she had a young artist on her hands.

“Yes ma’am. It’s the best job in the world. And I get time with Jo so it’s a win win. What about you?” He asked politely, while the children were paying no attention to their adults.

“Oh I’m a teacher. I’m a military brat so I get the stress of the job. That’s actually why I’m a teacher. Some of my fondest memories on bases growing up were my teachers.” The young mother shyly explained. But Jake loved to hear her talk.

“Where- um what do you teach? Sorry you don’t have to tell me where you teach.” He had no clue why this woman was throwing his off his game. Normally, before Jolene came around, he was chasing skirts all over the place. It wasn’t a matter of if Jake Seresin was going home with someone, but who. But now this mother who happened to be a teacher was causing him to stumble over his words.

“I’m a second grade teacher on the nearby navy base. My dad was navy and we needed a change of scenery.” Right then, the pizza arrived and the parents dished out for their kids first. Jake made sure Jolene kept her napkin in her lap, while Mike’s mom made sure he chewed thoroughly.

“So where you do you work Jake? Being a naval aviator and all.” She questioned, and began to dig into her pizza.

“Well I uh- I actually also work at the nearby naval base. That’s where my team is stationed.” Jake explained; she listened eagerly. They continued to talk all through the afternoon, periodically breaking away to interact with their children. The more they talked, the more the two found that they loved talking with each other. She was impressed by this bachelor turned single father, working through all the trials and tribulations that he has to have his daughter.

“If it’s not too forward of me, where is Mikey’s father?” Her smile dropped, as did Jake’s.

“I’m sorry. That was too forward. Um.. how did you get into teaching?” Jake very quickly tried to change the subject. They young mother held a small smile as she shook her head.

“No, no. You’re fine. You told me about Jolene’s mom so it’s only fair. Umm…” she trailed of, looking over at Mike and Jolene. They were actively engaged in a very competitive game of Tic-Tac-Toe.

“It’s actually very similar to your situation I guess. I told his father I was pregnant, and he didn’t believe it was his. He accused me of cheating on him and he left. Come to find out he was cheating on me, and I think he’s now married to the mistress he knocked up. We divorced shortly after he left.” The calm way she explained everything made Jake’s heart ache. It was like she was use to it. Her smile had fallen by now and tears started to well up in her eyes. Jake reached across the table and placed his hand on top of hers. He saw her smile return and it made him feel better. The dad smiled back at her before he glanced down at his watch.

“Oh crap!” He exclaimed, grabbing Jolene’s attention.

“What is it daddy?” The young girl asked, pulling away from her games.

“We need to be gettin’ to Uncle Bob’s baby. You remember his niece and nephews are coming over. We need to get goin’ so we ain’t late baby girl.” Jolene started to pout, not wanting to leave her new friend but they already made the plans to go over.

“And Mikey isn’t there something that we need to go do before it closes?” His mother pointed at her watch.

“Library!” He exclaimed proudly. The adult smiled at his eagerness, and they began to get ready to leave.

“Jake, let me pay please. A thank you for taking care of Mikey today. Just give me the check.” She begged reaching out to take the piece of paper from the man. He yanked his hand back with a chuckle at her insistence.

“No. You ain’t payin’ for lunch on my watch,” she deflated at his words, “tell ya what, you can get next time.” She perked back up.

“Next time?” She asked hopefully. Jake smiled charmingly at her.

“Maybe next time could be dinner?” The look on her face was a mix of impressed, shock, and something Jake couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“What makes you think there’s going to be a dinner next time? Kind of sounds like a date Lieutenant.” She teased, and Jake smirked at her.

“Call it a gut feeling accompanied with your number.” Pure shock took over her face. She started to laugh, and Jake joined her.

“Alright. That was good. Give me your phone.” And they exchanged phone numbers. Jake paid the bill and the group left the restaurant. Jake walked Mike and his mother to their car. She helped her son into his seat and stood next to the driver’s side of the car.

“Thanks for today Jake. We had a great time.” She said, opening her car door.

“You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help out little man over there. And his momma isn’t too bad either.” Jake’s lip was caught between his teeth as he smiled at her.

“Well, this momma needs to get her boy to the library to check out our weekly books before they close. And you need to get your baby girl to her uncle’s house.” She said calmly and gently. She was just about to get into her car, when she stopped, and turned back to Jake. She reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. The laugh she let out at his blushing face triggered his own laugh and he began to take Jolene back to the truck. When they finally piled in, and buckled up, Jolene got her dad’s attention.

“Daddy, is Ms. Jones going to be my mommy?” She asked which startled Jake. He looked back at his daughter before turning back to the road, continuing on his way to Bob’s house.

“No baby. She’s just a friend, okay? Just a very good friend.” He continued to drive and enjoyed the peaceful drive till his daughter piped up again.

"Friends like you and uncle Cy, or friends like auntie Phoenix and uncle Chicken? Cause auntie Phoe and uncle Chicken sometimes have sleepovers when I stay there and they always smile at each other and touch each other."

"Wait what?!"

[ofstormsandsaints]

Hi babes idk if you want to make headcanons but could you do headcanons for how Beatrix dresses?

Absolutely! please do ask me anything

Fashion headcanon - a Beatrix lookbook

While writing this headcanon, my brain couldn't stop thinking about @nutaella-kookie 's take on a lookbook for Beatrix. So I will list down all the points I agree on, then go into detail.

-Huge Grace Kelly inspo

-Shades of cool blue, light sand/beige, cream, touches of brown and white

-Shuu and his mother do have a similar colour palette because they both know what looks good on their fair warm-toned skin, with their golden locks and their piercing blue eyes.

Richard Jenkins photography

Jenkins is specialised in historical period so if you are looking for any accurate historical fashion depiction: here

And obviously, I had to take a look at his work after I'd found the Beatrix dress on Pinterest. (yes, the red one).

Through the centuries, she would dress like this in the human world: following diligently the fashion trends and requirements of the upper-class.

Mostly wears her hair in an elegant bun, thin strands of curly hair escaped from the hairdo and framing her face as she roams the castle, looking for her eldest.

She doesn't like it when she can't keep her hair under control - because her curls soften her features.

In the human world, she would not care that much about her appearance or about the variety of her wardrobe. She focuses on having lasting pieces that solely evoke her status.

She is rather modest: no eccentric lacy pieces at the end of her sleeves, no too-tight corset, no hats jabbed with peacock feathers, or shawls of the finest Chinese silk, embellished with threads of vermillon and gold and her shoes are simple heeled-boots, often black.

But she does like adding some feminine accents to her outfits with pearls essentially. But also lockets. Victorian golden pendants set with small rubies, sapphires or turquoise, glazed with faceted glass, smooth enamel. She owns a whole collection. All with different sprigs and flowers carved on the precious metal - each unique. Karlheinz gifted her one, a stylised chrysanthemum carved on the concave side of the locket. It was a few days after Shuu's birth.

On her day-to-day life

A boss. (because I find the term 'girlboss' rather infantilising, in my humble opinion)

Beatrix is an efficient woman. The strict, rigid façade left aside, I do imagine she would favour practicality and versatility over anything.

Here, we are talking about how she would dress in modern days, both in the demon and human worlds:

Suits.

Silken shirts, white embroidered blouses, polo-necks made of the finest wool, long sleeves always, coordinated vests and high-waisted trousers made of viscose topped with a fine leather belt to accentuate her waist, golden, fine bracelets, no rings except her wedding ring.

The mature combo of old money and dark academia.

She would make an amazing Ralph Lauren model.

Haute Couture gal

Ok Bea, time to shine.

3 words: Dior.New.Look

And now, 3 names: Christian Dior, Jacques Heim and Pierre Balmain

@samsvenn : being a Dior model is in Beatrix's DNA, that's why Reiji looks so damn good. (your headcanon was amazing)

She was born to wear these 1950s-1960s dresses. Full petticoats, boned bodice, slightly padded busts.

Only top quality fabrics: velvet, damask, taffeta, silk and lace obviously.

Straight or sweetheart necklines mostly, she doesn't like to draw too much attention to her cleavage while her shoulders and neck are already exposed by her hairstyle and dress.

Even if Cordelia is known for her alluring, flamboyant looks, Beatrix manages to shake the audience with her composed yet regal posture.

But there is this one time when she left everyone astounded.

Even Karlheinz.

We are talking about a long silk lavender dress, paired with small diamond earrings, a matching necklace and a oh-so delicate tiara. The light purple accentuated elegantly her eyes yet highlighted her golden locks. While the rich fabric was lightly reflective - making her shine like a distant star.

She'd wore this dress at a reception, soon after her honeymoon with the king. The court was marvelled, Cordelia gave her a dirty look but stayed calmly next to Richter while Karlheinz offered to open the ball.

She accepted, took his gloved hand and held it firmly as they started waltzing magnificently.

It was soon after her honeymoon.

And soon before she'd announced him that she was pregnant.

[koushou]

i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.