#a cook with a funny hairstyle

[pokemon-leggins-arcoos]

𝗚𝗢 𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗣𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗡𝗦!!! 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗦𝗢 𝗖𝗨𝗧𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚!!!

[graciousdragon]

"And should I be shocked now, by the last thing you said?

Before I pull this trigger, your eyes vacant and stained

And in saying you loved me made things harder, at best..."

in other words: fuck it we ball, i drew my AU version of Showtime Dawko with a palette colorpicked from the album cover of My Chemical Romance's "I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love" because the brainrot is real 👍

am i super proud of this? eh. but i also haven't drawn digitally in literal months (thanks college) and if i'm gonna get back to it then i gotta start somewhere and i never post art anywhere so uh. i might as well now!

i still love Glitching Fates so much don't worry it is still on my mind 24/7 but unfortunately i almost never have time to dedicate to talking about it and also i am. Very Bad at putting my thoughts into words lmao

this is actually kinda lore tho. btw. lol. :]

[itsnice2haveafriend]

Me to my hair every morning:

*holding my flat iron* "Rare, medium, or well done?"

"...well done it is."

[cornyforjk]

Drive you crazy | Day 1 | jjk

SUMMARY In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

Pairing: racer!jk × racer!oc

Genre: angst and pure filth smut

Warnings: trash language only for now.

A/note: HI I'M SCARED BUT HI ALL THE BEST HAVE FUN . First chapter out and I am already head over heels for this Jungkook. I'd say to keep your hobi water ready anytime cause the spice never ends.

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"You'd be better off as a pornstar, why not start an only fans page."

The guy beside me whispered as I clenched my fist, a helmet covering his face. Well he was lucky the helmet was there to protect him, or else by now, his limbs would've fallen apart, bit by bit until he was screeching for mercy.

"Stay out of my way." My helmet was a barrier to the fiery glare I was sending his side. I heard him emit an audible but distressed sigh as his tongue clicked in disappointment.

I scanned him from head to toe, not as if I knew him, but my desire to call him a "gay stripper" grew stronger with each tap on the floor.

I close my eyes, collecting my thoughts that were scattered around an endless black hole. Echoes of heels clicking against the floor catching my attention, ear perking up I fix my posture, shoulders rolling back, clearing my parched throat.

A woman with huge circular glasses resting on the bridge of her nosewalked in. Her pencil skirt accentuated her broad hips, her blue eyes fixed on the notepad wrapped around her arm, and the silver metallic pen held her elegant hairstyle together.

She was the definition of what I call 'classy'.

I suddenly felt my shoulders slouch down when her blue icy eyes scanned me, her orbs slowly widening in astonishment. I raise my hand giving a small wave with a crooked smile.

Maybe that was a bit too crooked. Screw it! She can't see me.

"Ahh..." I suddenly squealed under her intense gaze that was scanning me over and over again, pushing the glasses that adorned her button nose back. She cleared her throat grazing over her notepad one last time.

"Lady, you know I am still here, right? Maybe you can do this goo-goo eyes after I'm checked in." The guy beside me commented, earning an eye roll which he couldn't witness. I stomp over his boots, almost throwing my whole weight on his foot.

"OUCH!" He grunts, turning my way, maybe or maybe not glaring like Donald Trump after he found out his steak was cooked medium rare and not brought alive.

"Fight me you ceramic bitch!" He shrieks, ready to throw hands. I hide behind the elegant woman for protection who just watched us bicker.

She cleared her throat again, catching me off guard. She turns my way. "Jungkook and Y/n?" She pursed her lips, narrowed cat-like eyes waiting for our nods.

"Jungkook...more like junk looks," I coughed out, wheezing at that lame pun, perhaps no one has the sense of humour of a five-year-old. The world is turning tables pretty quick.

"Ms Y/n, you aren't supposed to be here?" She waits for my reaction as I freeze on spot.

"What do you mean I am not supposed to be here?" My voice slightly rising, "I checked in myself as the new rookie in racing." I practically throw air quotes at her statement, panic wavering in my

voice.

The so-called guy 'Jungkook' choked, his broad chest heaving up and down as he laughed.

Did I say something funny?

"You are at the wrong location, I think there was an error in our system while registering you, we may have added your name to the wrong list." She ran her index finger across her crisp notepad, eyes moving back and forth like a hawk.

"No, no, no, no-no." I gasped, "do you know how long it took me to persuade my sponsor?! This is my only chance to race; if I don't enter, all of my years of preparation will be in vain."

She looked at me with sympathy. "Can't you make any changes to send me there?"

"I'm sorry...you won't be able to reach in time and we cannot let you go until the board takes a look at this major mistake and have you safely enter your designated place."

She tapped her foot on the marble floor.

Suddenly my head dropped, audibly sighing as my fingers tapped against my thighs. Just one opportunity is given...and it will all wash over like golden sand at the seashore.

"Okay, sad. Moving on, I'd like the Keys to my quarters." Jungkook arrogantly demanded, pushing his hand in front of the woman. She looked at him with no emotion, rolling her eyes, once again checking the name list.

Think Y/n! Think!

I felt my heart clench, the corner of my eyes collided with the water. My craving to have wind tangled in my locks while the engine roared at the starting line with determined racers kept increasing.

That desire in my heart burning stronger than any fuel.

"I can race here!" I exclaimed, earning a groan from the tall man beside me. The woman blinked her eyes, glasses almost falling off her snatched nose.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I can race on this track here in California, till then your board can sort out all their work." Adrenaline rushed in my veins like hope, secretly fist-pumping the air. Finally, this could work out.

"Listen up kiddo, this is California. Here racers make history. They don't sit on the track to have some pink princess tea party, so you can take that bag of yours and move your ass out of this place because you don't belong here." His words were foul, a snarl creeping on.

He was filled with bitterness, swiftly peeling off the helmet on his face. His action left me speechless.

His ethereal beauty was hidden behind the helmet; his soft, glowing skin was the centre of attention; his doe-like eyes were pools of overflowing emotions; his soft lips, the bottom one a little fuller, a mole on his cheek and one under his lip.

I would've stumbled on my face gazingat such charm if only he wasn't being a jerk.

"It's because women aren't usually seen racing here, in fact for the last 50 years no women had the guts to continue on this track." The woman abruptly spoke. I felt the uncertainty in her voice. She was trying to cover up for that jerk.

"but there is no rule against women racing here." I protested back.

"Yes there isn't but-" "Then I race here."

Jungkook's intense stare had my knees go weak. I could feel the sharpness and cold wrath all at once. An unspoken cold blooded war was rising between us.

"What do you think you are doing?" Jungkook exclaimed, his warm hand skimming on my shoulder, the grip crushing my meek corpse.

His jaw clenched and eyes obscuring, he glowered behind the lustrous locks covering his orbs that bled out of outrage.

outrage.

Staring into his eyes my body shook violently, I harshly pushed him away, disgusted by the warmth his hands held. "Don't touch me." My eyes were bloodshot red, wrapping my hands around my torso.

"I won't be outmanoeuvred by a jerk. Especially you, Jungkook."

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Teaser | Day2

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[amourrs]

well since u asked… i think ellie loves like little acts of service. like: you get out of the shower and need your hair out of ur face? ellie’s braiding it right now. 🥰

this is honestly just a little brain dump but i added in a few short ai audios at the end (under the cut) because i couldn’t resist ♡ fem!reader, fluff

yes this is so true im sobbing… thinking about modern ellie and the way that she definitely had to learn how to do ur hair via countless tutorials etc because she is not at all used to even thinking about her own hair. if it looks vaguely non-bird’s-nest she calls it a day… she probably uses a bright orange plastic tangle teezer. i shudder to think. but i do think she is the type to be so horrendously down bad that would really make an effort and learn the order all the products go in and how to do countless different hairstyles so you never have to go to a salon again.

don’t get me wrong… at first she’s abysmal- you’ll never trust her with a straightener again after the Great Incident of Friday 12th (“uhh. babe. is your hair supposed to sizzle and smell funny when i straighten it?” “ellie, what the fuck?!” “smells like that time i tried to cook sausages.” “ellie!!!!” “is that bad? oh, fuck.”) and the way your whole scalp started itching when she tried to wash your hair with a clarifying shampoo she bought on aliexpress? you were so mad she thought she was going to lose another finger and had to sleep over at jesse’s for two days whilst u cooled off 😭😭

but eventually she gets the hang of it, hands twisting deftly as she weaves strands of hair around one another to create beautiful patterns across your scalp. after she’s done she presses a kiss to your forehead. “you look beautiful, babe.” you’re still a little wary, but ellie turns you around to face the mirror with a little “voila! do you like it?” and a jazz hands motion and you love it and the fact that ellie cares enough to learn this stuff for you so so much. in fact, you think you’re about to cry, but then all of a sudden you hear an agitating, grating voice… “sooo… you gonna let me try the straighteners again?” hopefully your death glare should be a good enough answer… or the fact that you threw the tangle teezer towards her head for good measure.

[srjlvr]

ENHYPEN is the type of boyfriend to…

ot7!enhypen X fem!reader | genre fluff | wc 0.3k+ | warnings mentions of food | ✎ ᝰ (‘a note from jo’) . i saw it a lot on my fyp and i just had to do it too-

… HEESEUNG is def the type of boyfriend to watch over you while you’re doing things together, such as cooking and just casually watching tv, he’d always find his way to use a physical touch whether it’s back hugs, cuddles and etc.

… JAY is the type of boyfriend to spoil you as much as he can, takes you out to shopping and buying you what you want, cooking for you is also what he loves to do the most, it’s basically his daily basis thing.

… JAKE is the type of boyfriend to shower you with as much as love, he wants to show you how loved you are all the time, he also plays around a lot because you both are too childish and funny, he’d do anything to see you smile.

… SUNGHOON is the type of boyfriend to shy around which causes him to not show his feelings well. he won’t be much into physical touch but people can see how much he loves you so dearly. he’d try to express his love to you in the best way he can.

… SUNOO is the type of boyfriend to style your hair and do skin care routines with you. there’s nothing he loves more than styling your hair and joking around. would secretly also simp over how cute you are when you’re waiting for him to finish with the hairstyle.

… JUNGWON is the type of boyfriend to comfort you well whenever you’re feeling sad. he has the best words and always knows what to say and how to make you feel better. he always listens to your concerns and makes you feel nothing but comfort and love.

… RIKI is the type of boyfriend to tease you a lot and joke around. there’s nothing he loves more than watching you get annoyed by his teasings. although teasing you is one of his ways to express his love to you, he’s the kind to hug you tightly and assure you that he’s always there for you.

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[esquilone]

Creamy Strawberry Cake🍰1/2

RDR2 | Arthur Morgan x female reader part 2

Summary: this story takes place two years after the breakup of the Van Der line gang now Arthur is 38 years old (Arthur has not had tuberculosis) currently Arthur finds himself working on his parents farm as a rancher taking care of the farm and the horses in exchange for housing and money, one day you have to go out shopping in Saint Denis and Arthur has to go with you.

Genre Tags: possibly explicit, MDNS, SMUT, fluffy, angsty, teasing, virginity, p in v, verbal harassment other than from Arthur, attempted strangulation and possibly murder.

WARNINGS: Age difference between the reader and the character, the reader will be 20 and Arthur Morgan will be 38.

Possible accidental spelling mistakes, as English is not my first language so I don't have much experience!

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Arthur found himself on a farm near the west of Big Valey, his mother had been helped by Arthur a few years ago and then even after his mother's death his father had offered to help him change his life after the gang event by offering him a job as a rancher on the farm in exchange for housing as a kind of souvenir for what he had done years ago. It was indeed funny to him the fate that had befallen him, he had believed that he would die a criminal and thus supposedly sink into his life, but the world had indeed been treacherous with him and he found himself living in a small cottage next to his father's farmhouse and at the same time looking after the stables and the horses; whether it was cleaning the stables, putting out hay for them to eat, looking after the other animals and changing the horses' shoes, and he did seem to be getting used to this new life, well, he'd been doing it for two years now so it was easy to become familiar with the new habits, the burden of killing and stealing no longer a constant part of his new routine. And he was a grateful man, his father came to like him better and saw him as a good man for the job and also as a new person on the farm, there had been other employees on the farm, but Arthur could cut the work down tenfold faster and better; which certainly got his father's interest and attention, he was a good man with his father and you, oh yes...You. You were gentle even though you knew the man he had been years ago, but you didn't seem to mind? you didn't seem to be uncomfortable around him or afraid of him, he had found that implausible to believe with him, he was a rough, withdrawn man, broad and strong and yet you didn't seem to actually feel uncomfortable when he was around, you were a sweet girl (cute as a fawn), you liked braids, bows and flowery scarves in your hair among many other hairstyles that looked great on you, flowery dresses or ranch overalls on hot summer days and he thought you dressed very well unlike him who loved to wear the same old faded blue shirt, you went to church a few times a week and stayed at home cooking or even studying, sometimes you'd see him when you were in the stables feeding and brushing the horses while you wore your skirts and short-sleeved blouses with necklines and lace, oh he saw and knew what a good girl you must be in everything you did, you were like a cherry that he wanted to put in his mouth or crush with one of his big hands, damn it... he was sure you were more Virgin than olive oil itself, God, you're such a sweet little thing. So shy, so easy to make blush. You're a virgin, all right. Arthur would bet money on it.

He condemned himself and cursed himself for looking at her body, in fact; he was older and needier than he could imagine, whether he was imagining her taking a bath or even moaning slyly beneath him, which made him hard under his pants, he loved the way her voice sounded in his ears, sometimes scaring him or making him ashamed of himself.

It was morning and your father had gone out and left the farm with you and possibly Arthur alone and probably some other employee would come to look at the farm while you were gone, he had left a note which you found yourself re-reading:

~Note~

"My dear daughter [name], I need you to go to Saint Denis to send some of my parcels and receive some checks and letters, I had remembered that you asked me to buy things at the warehouse and other personal items of yours, I will leave the money on your bedside table and I ask you to call Mr. Morgan to accompany you to the city because the place is far from home, stay calm because I had warned him in the week and asked him to prepare the wagon.

Yours sincerely Dad.

And so your day went on, you got up and did your housework and read a few chapters of one of your books to make the most of the time you still had at home, then you went to get the money from your room and get ready to go into town, it was a bit warmer today, but pleasantly so, so you chose to wear a black skirt with white flowers, sneakers and a white puff-sleeved shirt with some lace and a small necklace with a gold cross, then you braided the house and went down the stairs from the balcony down a few steps and towards the stables to meet Arthur. Brushing the horses and making sure they were securely fastened to the cart, well, he had remembered the orders he had received from the ranch owner to take his sweet daughter into town to do the daily shopping, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to comb the strands to make himself look a little more presentable, soon he could hear the possible sound of something moving a little way from the stables and looking over his shoulder he could see you heading towards the stables, you looked a little cheerful at first and as you entered the stables Arthur turned and took off his hat for you:

-"Good morning Miss [name], how are you dear?" he greets her in a gentle, slightly playful tone.

-"Good morning Mr. Morgan! How are you? Did Dad talk to you?" you reply, feeling your chest burn as you feel his presence, intimidating and warm.

-"Are you ready? I was regulating and making sure the horses were ready to leave." He says, opening the barn gates, pushing them aside and looking at you over his shoulder.

-"Oh yes, of course! We can go" she seemed to stutter a little at him, eyes slightly wide, cheeks slightly reddened as if she was embarrassed, arms behind her back, he gestures for you to move away from the cart and climbs onto the table to get her out of the barn, then you follow behind and see him offer one of his hands to help her onto the cart and so you do.

What were long hours of travel for you for Arthur were a good time of pleasure for him, you would talk about things and he would always mutter or laugh with his chest about some common stories, how could anyone find you a boring girl? You were anything but someone he couldn't stand being around, you were too good to be alone and your father wanted to marry you off to some successful man, but Arthur? No, he knew you weren't the type to fit into that role and as intimidating as you seemed, he wasn't afraid of other men wanting you, last time that young church boy who was pushing you and trying to win you over was astonished by the fact that he soon came up behind you, seeing how BIG and strong the rancher who looked after your farm was, with his blue pearls painted in shades of gray and blue staring at you from afar, and in fact you had wondered why that boy had stopped going often to his daddy's farm, at first you thought he had probably understood that he had accepted your supposed "no" so he had stopped going because of that, and you counted yourself lucky that time, you just didn't know that the poor boy had been startled by Arthur's presence. When you reached the town, you stopped and parked the wagon and you separated from him, Arthur stopping the wagon near the salon while you got off and went to send your father's mail and to the tailor's shop and warehouse, turning the corner and disappearing from Arthur's view. It must have been about three and a half hours that you walked around the town looking for buttons to use in repairing one of Dad's shirts, and after finally finding the one you were looking for you made your way back to enter Arthur, Arthur...he was such a lovely man with you that you couldn't understand why many people made a point of not standing near him when the two of you walked around town, well he was indeed tall and broad.... but he was still much kinder and funnier than many of the other people you knew, the sun painted shades of violet and orange in the gradually darkening sky as you walked through the city streets, absorbed in the victories of a tiring day's shopping.

However, this time the street on which you had taken your first route seemed a little darker, that was obvious; it was late afternoon so the lights wouldn't come on for a while and at the end of the corner near the salon you could see a familiar figure with his back to you, Arthur leaning sideways against the lamppost smoking a cigarette with his hat low on his face, he looked so good. You quickened your steps ready to shout at him when you were interrupted by a man of dubious appearance who appeared on the sidewalk. He had a strange expression and a look of disdain with his eyebrows barely raised and he approached you, his tone low and insidious:

"Hey, why has such a beautiful lady been in such a hurry?" he murmured, his voice laden with an uncomfortable insinuation, which left you feeling like your throat was on fire, you didn't answer him, turning away a little with frowning eyebrows.

"Are you alone? Hum?” You shouldn't be walking around

without someone to protect you." He walked towards you, violating your personal space.

You, visibly uncomfortable, tried to keep your distance and attempt to take a few steps forward, but the man stopped you, blocking your path.

"Come on honey, I can walk you home, just a minute. I'm sure you'll like what I have to offer." He spoke in a honeyed, drawn-out way, his mouth open in a forced smile that didn't hide the underlying threat, narrowing his eyes towards your cleavage where the flesh of your breasts met and you felt a strong, heavy grip on your elbow pulling you in, which made you stiffen and enter a defensive, fearful state:

"Look my lord, I-I can't, I have an appointment! I need to find a friend of mine! Please let me go!" You were still trying to politely refuse the man's advances, who was becoming increasingly aggressive in his behavior. You change your mind completely when he looks at you with a more invasive look and grabs you by the arm, you try to pull away, but he won't let go. Then the only thing you can think of is to look away from the place where you had seen Arthur, and with a broken and frightened voice you try to warn him:

- "MR. MORGAN! HEY MISTER MORG-AH!" Your shout being cut off, the man stopping you with one hand, pulling you into one of the dimly lit corridors as you struggled, letting one of your shoes fall to the cobblestone floor.

Taking a drag of his cigarette, Arthur found himself pensive and freshly reminded of memories of his old "family", and how he had given Dutch everything he had and because of that he....ah forget it you idiot, it's in the past now. He knew that he had just been given a new life, he couldn't complain about the comfort he was enjoying, he felt a little better knowing that he was around good people who didn't take advantage of him and didn't treat him like a trained dog, you and your father were good people and especially welcoming whenever possible. You, he could have sworn he had heard your voice a few seconds ago, he took one last drag before throwing the cigarette away and stomping on it with his boots, walking a little further along the cobbled street and peeking his eyes and soon seeing a pair of sneakers on the ground, they looked like the one you were wearing, damn it! Where are you? Had he allowed himself to be so careless as not to go and find her earlier? fuc- then he hears the distant sound. He stops for a moment, concentrating on the direction of the noise. With a glimmer of hope, he tries to concentrate and soon he hears you supposedly arguing with someone? Damn it! It wasn't a fight, you were running dangerously:

LET ME GO, YOU IDIOT! AAH!" Your Screaming.

The bloody mass of male force against the form of a girl like you, being smaller and more vulnerable in relation to him, you felt terrified and with adrenaline running high you bit the arm of the man you were stimulating who was ready to strangle you right there. He screams and throws you into the wall, causing your back to hit the mossy brick wall behind you as he is literally pulled and dragged backwards and then thrown with great force, seeing Arthur launch himself above the man, his muscles tense with rage. He advances with strides and determination in his eyes, anger flashing in his gaze as he sees the man hurting her. Without hesitation, he grabs his assailant by the shoulders with enough force, holding the man by the collar and, with a sudden movement, lifting him off the ground where the man tries to get up, but Arthur is quicker. He kneels over the man, immobilizing him. With a firm, controlled punch, he hits the man in the face, who lets out a groan of pain. He holds him by the collar again, pulling him closer, his eyes burning with uncontained anger.

anger.

-"Listen to me, you bastard"- he snarls and punches him again, at which point his face tends to bleed and turn black

-"I swear to you, you son of a bit-.... if it weren't for the presence of this lady between us, I wouldn't hesitate to beat her head in until it cracked and then I'd certainly break both her arms". - he growls through clenched teeth. The man looked dizzy from the beating, but seemed to understand exactly every word that Arthur had spat at him, now terrified, and just nodded, fear evident in his eyes. Arthur releases him with a shove and throws him back on the ground. Seeing him run, he gets up and fixes his hat before turning to you.

-"Are you all right, dear? Did he hurt you?" He put his hand on your shoulder, turning you towards him, his voice softening as he looked at you. You were still unresponsive from the adrenaline rush and afraid, and for fear of trembling your voice nodded in agreement and you shrank back a little as he approached you again:

-"Are you all right, darling? Did he hurt you?" questioning your with concern.

He put his hand on your shoulder, turning you towards him, his voice softening as he looked at you. You were still unresponsive from the adrenaline rush and the shock of reality, so, afraid of trembling, you nodded in agreement and shrank back a little as he approached you again:

-"I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner, I should have been more careful, I was in charge of looking after you." He seemed nervous and angry, but he was so sweet...that was very bad luck, he had nothing to do with it, you put your hands on Arthur's biceps in an attempt to comfort him

-"It's alright Mr. Morgan, I think we'd better go back" you staggered forward when she stopped you and handed you one of her shoes

-"I found it on the floor, your shopping basket is here too" you thanked him and picked up your basket and the two of you headed back, Arthur directing you which way to go by walking right behind you

Daddy wasn't at home today, he'd probably decided to sleep in a hotel and sort out his work contracts, and you were lying here submerged in the warm water of the bathtub up to your shoulders, you hissed with pleasure as you felt the way the hot water soothed every tendon and muscle in your torso, and you stayed like that for a while until you got up and put on your nightgown, the nightgown is made of fine cotton lace, with an intricate design that displays delicate floral patterns. The predominant color is a pure white tinged with ivory and it's tight at the waist. You go downstairs and cut yourself a piece of strawberry shortcake, you thank her and sit down at the table to finish your slice. You remember the city, Arthur, you naughty girl!

You haven't even thanked him for helping you and you've hardly spoken to him since you got back from the city, so you get up from the chair and head for the cupboards to get a plate and take a generous piece of cake to take to Arthur, stepping out of the house, the moon casting a silvery glow over the farm, cautiously speeding up your steps, you could feel a little tickle in your toes as you were barefoot, feeling the freshness of the remnants of grass and earth under your feet, you soon reached the porch of the cottage where Arthur was probably standing, Leaning forward you positioned your flashlight on the floor near the door and raised your closed fist towards it ready to knock on the door, you could feel as if the air was charged with the tension of the moment, and you soon knocked on the door in front of you the sound of wood echoing once again in your ears, until you heard the click and turn of the doorknob, the door creaked slightly and you still looked away until a shadow appeared in front of you, blocking out much of the flickering orange light from the fireplace inside the cottage. There he was, with his 1.88 centimeters of height in front of him, you could feel him peering quickly at his figure from bottom to top, staring at it for a few seconds. Arthur was scribbling in his notebook with a small piece of graphite, it had been a while since he had drawn or touched his notebook and he missed it, he always missed it at some point he was finishing one of his new drawings; the horse stable, he stopped for a few seconds looking at the previous drawing he had done a few weeks ago, he had drawn you sitting on the steps of the porch at home devouring blackberries with a happy expression, you looked so-

Toc Toc~

he could soon hear the door slam, so closing the diary he got up with dragging steps and went to the door, opening it and bumping into you, you looked, you looked slightly afraid, he glanced at your figure below him, wearing a sweater and with your hair tied up in pigtails, he blinked for a moment and ran his hand through his hair and scratched his freshly trimmed beard:

-"Honey? What are you doing here? Do you need anything?" his voice coming out thicker than he would have liked, she making eye contact with you now visibly widening and looking away at times, but always looking back at you:

-"Oh, Mr. Morgan! I-I came to bring you a dessert, I hadn't thanked you before for what you did for me." She seemed to stutter and Arthur always felt the provocation this woman caused him, the stuttering at times and the way her voice came out slightly sly and perhaps even needy, made his legs ache. He stared at you for a while and opened the door to let you in

-"come in dear"- you hadn't been in the cottage for a long time, it looked the same as before, perhaps a little cleaner and with a few objects, some different furniture and Arthur's drawings.

You notice how Arthur is a simple man when it comes to decorating; unlike you, who loves to decorate things. Then you hear him close the door and walk towards you.

- "What have you got for me, darling?"

he murmurs in a low tone, walking past you and sitting down at the table in front of you where you were leaning against the counter, so you turn around and feel your body tingle. Damn it! Stop it [name] why do you always make a fool of yourself in front of him? Ignoring your inner voice, you look at him and he's already watching you, so you turn your eyes away to look at the covered plate and say: -"cake, strawberry cake!" You spoke a little loudly and then made an embarrassed face.

God, You really ARE such a sweetie little thing. So shy, so easy to make blush. -You’re a virgin; that thought again, all right. Arthur would bet all his money on it.

I CAN’T PASTE MY TRANSLATIONS TEXTS HERE!!! I WILL POST THE SECOND PART LATER TODAY!

[epickiya722]

"Inumaki during a Sendai Mission in 2017", you're telling me Toge and Yuji may have crossed paths before and didn't even realize it?!

Gojo still having that hairstyle makes sense though because his hair is white and sometimes it does become a little flatter when the blindfold comes off. (Like Yuta going from spiky to flat hair, Satoru's can just switch back and forth.)

Also, I love the fact that Toge and Yuta had to get hairstyle changes because they looked like Yuji and Megumi but there are still similarities between the two pairs.

Toge & Yuji - relies more on their agility and other physical capabilities, the throat (Toge has his Cursed Speech and Yuji swallows Cursed Fingers), has a baggy piece to their uniforms, shorter than some, best cooks out of their respective parties, light colored short hair

Yuta & Megumi - while physically capable relies more on weaponry and a technique that pretty much means it's gonna be a jumping for you/controls shikigami (and a curse in Yuta's case), part of some big time clan (Yuta is related to Satoru, Megumi to the Zenin), high collared jackets, has a sister, dark spiky hair (later flattened for Yuta), tall

They also both compared Yuji to Maki at some point. Not important, but it's funny to me.

[strawberryfairi]

TR Guys + Their Types PT 2

Headcanons! ↳ Black Girl Edition🤎

⚜️Featuring: Hakkai Nahoya (Smiley) Draken Mitsuya Wakasa

(Honestly I love making these)

Hakkai

~ Ugh, Hakkai the sweetheart. ~ He's so freaking shy and awkward so he'll definitely need some help from a more bold kind of girl....at least with a bit more guts than him or else chile...the relationship ain't getting nowhere.

~ I could see Hakkai with a girl that loves to color coordinate clothes and kind of match together every now and then; maybe for a little date night.

~ Going off of this^^ I could for SURE see him having a couples fashion page together with her. Like think of those boujee high fashion show audience member outfits like a Schiaparelli or Balmain vibe.

~ I think Hakkai would go for the kind of woman with a really naturally soothing voice. That kind of just airy, light voice.

~ Definitely loves the kind of woman that loves doing fun activities together (I know y'all remember that scene in S2 when Hakkai was tearing up that bowling alley and pool table and all that)!

~ As for hairstyles, Hakkai truly does love anything she's wear and I could definitely see him getting style advice from you (even though he eats all of his hairstyles).

Nahoya (Smiley)

~ I can so see him with someone that's good at doing hair. Like she'll try out all these cute styles on him that'll have him lookin' good. I could see him start feelin' himself after she tries a new style on him that he likes. (Potentially a genuine hair stylist).

~ Will definitely turn her into his own personal hair stylist.

~ I think he'd love the kind of girl that will take his outfits and completely finesse them. Like wearing one of his bomber jackets or tops and makes it look ten times better on her.

~ I can absolutely see him going for a girl that's into high street wear styles! For example: Imagine a graphic tee that's tied in the front for a slight crop effect with some cute cut out designs in the back, cute jeans, topped off with tie up heels and a cute little mini bag.

~ She MUST get along with his brother or else it's just not happening. But that's obvious.

~ Since he be so damn rowdy all the time, I can see him with the kinda girl that levels him out.

~ I can also very much see him with a comical girl. Like she's just always making him laugh and is genuinely a funny and witty person. Also good with comebacks.

Draken

~I feel like Draken definitely likes the girly type. Lipgloss collections, cute skirts, a plethora of perfumes both high and low end, and shopping is a therapeutic experience for her. Like he can't keep up with her new outfits.

~ Personality-wise she's gotta value family and friendships. He definitely would NOT like the type that's just always randomly cutting someone off because of one minor argument or something they said. I think he'd like the kinda woman that will work things out and value the people she has in her life (especially because he never really had his parents so he always cherishes the people he does have).

~ I think he'd like a ray of sunshine kind of girl. Just always lighting up a room with her bubbly and upbeat personality.

~ When it comes to her hair, I can absolutely see him obsessed with the different kind of braid styles she does. From Fulani braids to cornrows with zigzag parts, he just utterly eats it up every time.

~ And don't even get him started with the cute beads! Like..it's a yes for him.

~ He definitely likes for her to do his hair for him, and try out different kinds of braids aside from his simple braided ponytail.

Mitsuya

~ Ok so this man Mitsuya for sure loves a family oriented woman, just straight off the bat.

~ I think he'd like a very down to earth and friendly kind of girl.

~ I could see Mitsuya with a cook like...hold on hear me out.

~ Mitsuya is already good at cooking but I can see him with a professional or just really great cook. I can imagine him cooking and learning things from her wether it's just how to cook more efficiently or cooking foods from other cultures (*cough* Like Soul Food *cough*).

~ Mitsuya would like a girl that can show him all kinds of new things and he could show her new things as well.

~ I think Mitsuya is just the kinda guy who is interested in lots of things so he'd like a girl who's open-minded in that way too.

~ Definitely can see him with a fashionable woman too. I just imagine him first meeting her by being so entranced by her outfit and her walk (instantly she becomes his muse that he creates all kinds of fashions for).

~ I don't think Mitsuya would mind being with a tall girl either. On some Zendaya x Tom Holland vibe!

~ I for sure believe Mitsuya loves to do spontaneous dates! Some days it's real fancy and boujee and other days it's just a chill date night at home with a nice meal he's cooked and a cute "restaurant music" playlist he picked on Spotify. So a woman that doesn't mind the full spectrum of dates (cause let's be honest some girls be like boujee dates ONLY, trynna be extra...) he'd really appreciate.

Wakasa

~ Honestly I feel like Wakasa would like a woman that's really opposite from him in certain ways.

~ For example^^, I think he'd love an energetic, highly sociable type of woman. Loves to talk and meet new people while Wakasa's a bit more quiet and reserved (doesn't mean he doesn't like to talk, it's just not gonna be his go-to thing to do unless he's drunk as a skunk).

~ It's an official cannon that Wakasa is the clingy type so I could definitely see him with the kind of woman that's not really that way but puts up with his clinginess just for him.

~ I'm also getting wise vibes. Like he'd like a woman that is really wise and will have him thinking about things from different perspectives when they talk about certain topics.

~ I feel like Wakasa would like a woman that is (like Mitsuya) on the more open-minded side when it comes to trying all kinds of new things. Wakasa seems like the type that wouldn't really mind trying something he's never done at least once just to see.

~ Definitely could see him with like an outdoorsy girl, or at least someone who's open to camping or going out fishing (and doesn't mind the bugs💀...).

~ I think Wakasa would like a girl that's random. As in just does random stuff out of nowhere due to boredom (ex: breaking out into song loudly in the middle of silence or quoting random movie lines).

~ As for outfits, I think Wakasa would be drawn to like the super cute, dainty, feminine style. Loves him a cute frilly skirt or sundress! He spends so much time around his friends and stuff (a whole bunch of rowdy ass gang boys), that when he sees a really girly girl it's like he's hit by a feminine ultra-blast or something (what am I saying lol).

~ For hairstyles, I think Wakasa would be OBSESSED with the perm rod curls style. Those super cute, bouncy spiral curls would have him staring so hard on accident (lowkey lookin' like a weirdo). I could see him always pulling on them then letting go to watch it bounce back.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: As requested I made some new headcanons @honeybunhottie 🩵 Hope you enjoy it as much as the last!

[classycookiexo]

THIS

Also I’ll never understand why some non American black people have the audacity to say we have no culture when we clearly do and have even made our own practices while even being in slavery which was over 200 years ago

Just because we don’t know our exact roots due to SLAVERY doesn’t take away that we created our own practices as well like music, fashion, foods (as well as how we cook it),literature, art, language, hairstyles and etc. since being stolen and shipped to America

Also it’s funny that he decided to take this route when it all started because he was called out for acting ignorant in Jamaica. This man has rappers and comedians constantly on his platform who are African American and he’s known as the “get sturdy” guy. It’s funny to see him turn around and try to pull this when he built his platform off of black American culture

[not-glorfindel-stop-asking]

Hi Lindir! May I just say you are a lovely elf? Seriously. I love your hairstyle. 😁

I have a few quick questions for you. You’re Elrond’s aide, right? So you probably know him pretty well.

How does he deal with…ah, ✨trauma✨ associated with the War(s)? Is he a “pretend everything is fine until I collapse” kind of person, or is he more the “vent to plants” kind of guy, or is he something else?

Also, does he have any funny quirks or traits from his upbringing with Maglor and Maedhros? If so, ho do you as his aide deal with that?

Sorry, this turned into a full-blown interview without my consent, I hope I’m not intruding.

(Also, I love your music. It’s beautiful! 😊)

Ah! A Person of Excellent Taste! 🎻✨

First and foremost, let me say—you are clearly a being of remarkable discernment and wisdom. To recognize both my loveliness and my impeccable musical talents? A rare gift indeed! I shall allow you to stay in my good graces. 😌

Now, to your questions!

Elrond and His… Coping Methods (Extended Edition).

Oh, my dear friend. You ask how Lord Elrond deals with trauma? The answer is simple: he doesn’t. Or rather, he does, but only in the deeply concerning way that is common to all elves of his particular… let’s call it heritage. You see, he is not merely a “pretend everything is fine until I collapse” type. Nor is he quite a “vent to plants” sort of elf (though I have caught him speaking to his garden before—he denies this, but I have witnesses). No, no. Lord Elrond is of the “I shall work myself into an early grave and if anyone asks how I am, I shall simply say, ‘Do not concern yourself’ in a tone that makes everyone more concerned” persuasion.

Truly, it is an art form. I have seen him go three full days without rest because he was “perfectly fine” only to suddenly remember that sleep exists, disappear into his chambers, and not reemerge until someone (me) starts leaving food outside his door like some kind of domestic animal we are attempting to befriend. 😒 And you would think this would be enough—this tragic pattern of overworking, collapsing, and being forcibly fed—but no! He does not stop there!

Elrond’s secondary method of not coping is getting stuck in endless conversations as a highly advanced method of avoidance. Let me explain. Imagine you are in Imladris, and you see Lord Elrond standing in the Hall of Fire, listening to someone speak about, let us say, the intricate textile patterns of the Second Age. You might think, Ah, how kind of him to entertain such a topic! But NO. NO, MY FRIEND. THIS IS A TRAP OF HIS OWN MAKING. Because you see, Elrond knows that if he stands still long enough, being his usual grave and wise self, people will just… keep talking at him. And this, this endless cycle of listening to other people's woes and research and philosophical debates about river currents, is his preferred way of avoiding his own emotions.

And sometimes, sometimes, I have had to take matters into my own hands. There was one particular incident—one which shall haunt me forever—where I found him locked in an excruciatingly detailed conversation about the migratory habits of birds in Beleriand (which do not exist anymore, might I add, because Beleriand sank). The scholar had been speaking for what I later learned was four hours. FOUR HOURS. And Elrond, instead of making his usual graceful escape, was simply nodding and humming thoughtfully as though he was not actively perishing inside.

So I did what any sane elf would do. I called for reinforcements.

And not just any reinforcements. I, Lindir, long-suffering aide of Imladris, made the decision to summon Haldir.

Now, you must understand something. Haldir of Lórien is not merely competent—he is a walking, talking example of what happens when an elf is both absurdly skilled and absurdly pretty. Painfully pretty. Distractingly pretty. His hair has been described in full poetic stanzas. He walks through a room, and people forget why they were speaking. He has, and I say this with all the professionalism of my station, Presence™. Glorfindel WISHES he had Haldir's presence.

Anyway.

So naturally, I turned to him in my moment of desperation and said, “Haldir, please, if you could possibly bring the Lady of Light herself, it might be our only hope.”

And do you know what he did? Do you know what he did?

He smirked. He smirked in a way that made me deeply uneasy, nodded, and within the hour, I kid you not, Galadriel herself was stepping into the hall.

And only then did Elrond snap out of it.

Only then, as the actual Lady of Light entered with all the quiet authority of someone who can read your soul, did he remember that he was meant to be resting and eating and not standing in the same spot for hours contemplating extinct birds.

So you see, dear friend, this is the plight of those who serve Elrond. It is not simply a matter of logistics and diplomacy—it is a full-time job of interventions. And I? I am simply doing my duty. 😤

His Feanorian Upbringing (Oh No).

Ah, yes. You see, Imladris is a refined and well-ordered place. It is a haven of wisdom, learning, and restraint. And yet—yet—every once in a while, like a curse written into the very marrow of his being, the Fëanorian in Lord Elrond emerges. He does not mean for it to happen. He does not plan for it to happen. And yet, like a badly placed dramatic monologue in the middle of a tense diplomatic gathering, it happens.

For example:

The Cooking Incident. 🍳🔥

Elrond does not cook. He thinks he can, but I assure you, he cannot. Every once in a while, the spirit of Maedhros, the “I can make my own meals, thank you very much” energy, takes hold of him, and he ventures into the kitchens to create what I can only describe as culinary disasters.

The staff still speaks in hushed voices about The Bread That Was Also A Weapon.

It started as a seemingly innocent evening—Elrond, in one of his rare attempts to relax, declared that he would make something himself. This was mistake number one. Mistake number two was letting him attempt it unsupervised. I do not know how or why, but by the end of the night, the kitchen was filled with a smoke so thick that I feared Imladris itself was under siege. The resulting loaf of bread? Hard enough to be classified as a blunt weapon. It was tested. (By Glorfindel, who insisted on using it in a sparring match. I still hear the echo of the clang when it struck his shield.)

To this day, the head cook has forbidden Elrond from stepping foot in the kitchens unless it is to drink tea or observe from a safe distance.

Hoarding Sentimentality. 🏺📜

Maglor was many things—musician, war criminal, dramatic nuisance—but above all, he was an elven mother hen. I suspect Lord Elrond picked up some of his habits.

I once tried to reorganize a cabinet of historically significant objects and was met with a sudden, dramatic “LINDIR, THAT IS FROM WHEN I WAS A CHILD” over what I can only describe as a very unimpressive rock.

A rock.

Not a jewel. Not a relic. Not a piece of fine dwarven craftsmanship. A rock. Apparently, it was gifted to him by someone Fëanorian (he would not say who, which narrows it down to approximately eight deeply traumatized options), and therefore it was deeply meaningful. He then held it for several long moments, staring at it like it contained the wisdom of ages, before very carefully putting it back in its exact place. I have not touched it since.

And this is not an isolated incident. Elrond has scrolls from when he was learning to write, which he keeps as if they were sacred texts. He once spent half an hour gently dusting a cracked cup because it was from a meal Maglor made centuries ago. The man hoards emotions.

That One Time He Sang a Fëanorian Battle Song in the Middle of a Diplomatic Gathering. 🎶⚔️

Oh yes. It happened. I watched.

It was a very polite gathering—dignitaries from Lórien and Mirkwood, ambassadors from the Dúnedain, discussions of alliances, trade, the usual. And somewhere, in the midst of it, Elrond, deep in thought, hummed.

Then he muttered a line.

And before I could intervene, before I could stop the tragedy unfolding, he was singing.

A full-blooded, deeply emotional, Fëanorian battle song.

In the middle of a diplomatic gathering.

Now, for those of you unfamiliar with Fëanorian battle songs, let me explain: they are not gentle. They are not pleasant background music. They are aggressive, deeply dramatic, and usually involve some combination of oaths, fire, vengeance, and doom.

The look on Glorfindel’s face was priceless. Somewhere between deep, painful secondhand embarrassment and abject horror. Lord Celeborn simply sighed as if this was a burden he had carried for centuries. The room fell silent as everyone realized what they were hearing.

And then—then—Elrond realized.

He froze. He blinked as if waking from a trance. And then, in true diplomatic fashion, he cleared his throat and said, “My apologies. I seem to have… recalled an old tune.”

As if he had not just invoked the spirits of his very, very cursed ancestors in the middle of a political meeting.

Other Incidents That Have Occurred Because Elrond Was Raised By Fëanorians:

Once instinctively caught a falling knife by the blade and did not react until he saw the horror on my face. “Oh, I suppose that was dangerous,” he said. Sir.

Drinks tea like he is brooding over a dark and terrible fate. Even when it is just chamomile.

Can play the harp beautifully. Can also tune it with unsettling speed and accuracy, which implies past experience in repairing harps under extreme stress.

Once absentmindedly braided his hair in a very distinct Fëanorian pattern. I commented on it. He immediately undid it and did not respond.

Listens to music like he expects it to betray him.

Absolutely terrifying when angry. He does not yell. He simply goes quiet in a way that makes even Glorfindel rethink his life choices.

“We do not speak of the Silmarils in this house” has been said out loud.

And there you have it. Lord Elrond Peredhel, the refined and noble Lord of Rivendell, is one inconvenient memory away from dramatically throwing his cloak over his shoulder and riding off to avenge something. And it is my job—my sacred duty—to keep that from happening. 😤

Ah, my dear and inquisitive friend, you ask how I, Lindir, the long-suffering and ever-dutiful aide to Lord Elrond, cope with the Fëanorian madness that occasionally seeps into his otherwise dignified existence?

The answer is simple: I manage him.

Oh, do not mistake me—I do not control him. One does not control Lord Elrond, any more than one controls the rise of the sun or the passage of time (though I do suspect he sometimes believes he can bend time itself in order to finish just one more document before sleeping). No, no. I guide him. I act as the silent, invisible force preventing him from accidentally invoking the spirit of his forefathers at diplomatic banquets. It is an art, a science, and—let’s be honest—a thankless job.

The Art of Managing Lord Elrond (A Tragedy in Several Acts)

🎭 Act I: The Kitchen Disaster Prevention Initiative – My first and most sacred duty is ensuring that Lord Elrond does not, under any circumstances, enter the kitchen with intent to cook. If he so much as glances at an apron, I materialize out of nowhere like a vengeful spirit and ask, ever so politely, if he wouldn’t rather rest. Or read. Or lead a council of great import. Or literally anything else that does not result in another Bread Incident. (The kitchen staff still eyes him with fear. One nearly fled when he attempted to chop vegetables last year. I do not blame them.)

📜 Act II: Nodding Sagely At Questionable Sentimentalism – I have perfected the art of the Neutral Yet Understanding Nod. It is my greatest weapon against Elrond’s utterly ridiculous tendency to hoard objects of Deep And Mysterious Significance. I have nodded gravely at twigs, feathers, rocks, and a spoon of unknown origin because they were somehow, inexplicably, tied to an important memory from his childhood. Do I question it? No. I simply nod, exhale through my nose, and move on. Because the moment I say “My lord… it is just a rock.” is the moment I will be subjected to a dramatic and impassioned monologue about its historical and emotional significance. I do not have time for that.

😑 Act III: The Preemptive Sigh – If you have ever seen a caregiver of small, energetic children sense disaster before it happens, then you understand the depth of my suffering. The moment I see That Look™ in Elrond’s eye—that faraway, brooding stare that suggests he is about to do something concerning, I sigh. I sigh preemptively. This does not stop the inevitable nonsense from occurring, but it does allow me to prepare myself emotionally. If I am lucky, my sigh is loud enough that he hears it, realizes I have already anticipated his foolishness, and begrudgingly rethinks his life choices.

✨ Act IV: The Haldir Gambit – There have been occasions (more than I care to admit) when the situation was beyond my abilities and required higher intervention. Such as The Time Elrond Refused To Rest For Four Days And Started Reciting Ancient Texts That Didn’t Exist. My solution? Summon Haldir.

Now, Haldir is a very capable, respectable, and mildly terrifying individual, and I have found that he is one of the few people whom Elrond cannot easily brush off. When I see that my efforts are failing, I find Haldir, compliment him profusely (he thrives on it, honestly), and then very casually mention that Lord Elrond is, perhaps, in need of… persuasion. If I am truly desperate, I escalate matters.

Yes, that’s right.

I summon the Lady of Light herself.

Do you think Elrond Peredhel, the Lord of Rivendell, the great loremaster and master of diplomacy, can withstand the utterly disappointed gaze of Lady Galadriel?

He cannot.

And that, my dear, is how you win.

Your Reward for Surviving This Tirade: One (1) Additional Compliment

Now! You have endured my words most bravely. For this, I grant you one (1) additional compliment. You have excellent curiosity. Truly, it is a marvel. Lord Elrond himself would approve—nay, he would admire such a trait. (Or, at the very least, he would pretend not to notice how much he enjoyed answering these exact questions over tea later.)

Well done. I shall compose a song in your honor. (It may or may not be about the dangers of elven kitchen disasters. We shall see.)

[tanukitsuneko-suki]

gavv episode 22 thoughts:

- wait did hanto shoot at vram’s finisher because he still thinks bitter is shouma and he’s trying to protect him??? oh my god?? EP22 HANTI I DID NOT KNOW YOUR GAME

- “what happened to teaming up with shouma?!” oh my fucking god

- bro hanto must be mad pissed bc vram ACTUALLY gets to team up with shouma because they’re together in the “villain side” and he still drops him for funsies while hanto has to battle his own morals and misgivings despite liking and trusting shouma deeply as a friend lol 😭 he’s like ‘i’m trying so hard to cut our friendship while you betray him wholesale just like that you MOTHERFUCKER???’

- LAKIA LEAVING WITHOUT CLARIFYING SHIT TO HANTO?? 😭 HE’S SO FUNNY

- love bitter gavv’s hairstyle having an open forehead bc apparently shouma also has a little mole there it’s so cute

- help girl it’s like a miscarriage

- if even shouma finds your human world shenanigans weird then you’re just cooked as fuck bro

- the show: ⚫️💥💥🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️⛓️☠️🏴‍☠️😈👿👿🔥💥

the opening: 🎂🍭🍬😘😍🥰💗💖💖💖💓❣️

- OMFG SACHIKA YOU ARE THE GOAT I LOVE YOUUOUUUUUUUUU😭😭😭

- SACHIKA WANTED HIM OUTTTTT 😭😭😭😭 THAT’S SHOUMA’S ONEE-CHAN YALL

- OH MY GOD SACHIKAAAAAAA 😭😭💖💖💖

- HELL YEAH SISTER KICK THAT FOOT OUT📢📢🗣️‼️

- the way i had to rush to this episode because i knew they made up but for some reason they’re separated after 23 anyway 😭

- bitter gavv is so stinky and nasty

- shouma my son :(

- HE’S ABOUT TO CRY OH MY GOD!???? GAVV WRITERS WHEN I GET YOU

- 😭😭 sachikaaaaaa

- i love sachika so muchhhh😭😭😭 that’s shouma’s onee-chan yallllllllll (i keep repeating this sentence i just cant. omfg. SACHIKAAAA)

- i think bitter just killed a man

- hanto’s so funny 😭 does it really look like a belt

- “so i kept it a secret.” “but why—“ and the immediate realization of both of them bc of the way hanto acted was *chef’s kiss*

- hanto really looks like he’s about to cry ahahaha

- bro saw shouma grovelling and whatever the hell in 23 still budged him??? well now i’m scared

- oh my god chocogummy revival *the looming sound of gavv episode 23 grows louder*

- KNOWING THEY STILL SEPARATED AFTER THIS??? HELLO????

- “shouma, i’ll trust you because you’re you.” GUYS 😭

- he’s so cute ahaha *twirls hair* btw “ultimate organism”?? who’s sneaking in build lore in the gavv plot crockpot again…fess up..

- tongue out ohh he’s freaky

- hanto’s so bold going into fights with white pants

- OHHH VRAM HELLO!!! HI THERE!!! CLOCK HIM!!!

- HE MADE A GOCHIZO CRY

- hanto fished for snacks for him i’m gonna cry yes take care of this poor child

- sparkin and poppin 1v1 you love to see it

[cryptias-space]

I finally finished it!

Welcome fully to the world, human Lord's in Black!

My favorite design is probably Blinky and Tinky. The only one I'm not 100% happy with is Wiggly. I wanted to give him more detailed tartan pants but I just gave up. He has Christmas colors though, I thought it was funny. Nibbly having tanlines was a completely random choice. I think him having a bagel in his mouth gave me too much Aoi Asahina vibes and I was compelled for the tanlines lol

The story so far is that Webby got tired of her brothers wreaking havoc and decided they needed to see how hard it is to be human. She sent them all to Hatchetfield, with Wilbur Cross in toe to keep them in line, as human teenagers. She left Wilbur a book of everything they need to know, including new names and semi new human forms. Along with these new fully human bodies comes with human issues, like disabilities and mental health issues. (AKA more headcanons I can force onto them lol)

Individuals and more info under the cut

First up and shortest at 5 foot 4, Nibblenephim.

Nibbly is now named Nikolai Phillips, or Nicky for short. He is the only one of the LiB to have been put in an AFAB body due to his genderfluid identity and more feminine leaning nature. He does not mind this at all.

When Nicky goes to school he decides on joining the Culinary club, desperate to learn how to cook since Wilbur is so garbage at it. He is constantly being hit on by everyone at school and he takes advantage of it to make them take him to Pasqualli’s to get free food.

With Nibblys design I wanted to steer away from the classic Hairstyle. Everyone has his eyes covered, and while I do love that design so much, it would get in the way of his cooking and it isn't practical. I personally hc him as genderfluid and afab so I had to do it to him lol

The "human issue" I'm giving Nicky is ADHD and really bad memory issues. This is going to cause people to tease him for being dumb and while he jokes back about it, the teasing does get to him.

Second in at 5 foot 6, T'noy Karaxis.

Tinky is now named Tobias Kelly, or Tobi for short. Despite being 18 his goatee often makes people think he's older.

Tobi joined band, specifically as a trumpet player (iykyk), as well as joining the robotics club. He spends most of his time clinging to Peter Spankoffski and breaking into Theodore Spankoffski's home and workplace. He is constantly getting in trouble at school for being a class clown.

With Tinkys design I was going for a sort of extremely simple pastel goth or harajuku. Originally I wanted to give him way more of a Decora fashion but I didn't want him to look too complicated. He compulsively buys and plays with rubicks cubes (the colors are supposed to reference the Spankoffski brothers) also, notice the Tobi ♡ Peter friendship bracelet... Peter won't wear his lol

The "human issues" I'm giving Tobi is Autism and BPD. I feel like Tinky being autistic in any way makes sense, so Tobi is autistic with a special interest in puzzles and electronics (and the Skankoffski's but he won't admit that). With extremely sensitive ears and autism, he tends to have meltdowns often. And these meltdowns tend to be in public, causing people to judge him and think of him as a child. The BPD comes in with quick changing emotions, Ted and Pete being his favorite persons and getting extremely jealous and territorial. (I have BPD so I had to force this on him lol)

In the middle and completely average at 5 foot 10, Wiggog Y’Wrath. (He says he's 6 foot)

Wiggly is now named Waylon Webb. An obvious reference to the Waylon's and a painful reminder that Webby is the one who did this to them.

Waylon joined the chess team and quickly became the best player, and the leader. He also ran for student council president and won. He used his siblings skills to make sure he won. He bribed the student body with Nicky's food, annoyed the competition with Tobi's trumpet playing, and took amazing campaign photos with the help of Benjamin (Blinky). Percy (Pokey) refused to help him.

With Wiggly's design I wanted to go very simple and stick with the letterman jacket he had in NPMD. However... I had to give him red pants, I needed him to be Christmas colors lol I wish I spent time to figure out how to do his pants but alas, I am dumb. He wears the crown all the time, and it often gets stolen by Max Jägerman to tease him for being short

The "human issues" I'm giving Waylon is NPD. He views himself as better than everyone, save for a few specific people he views as equals. He struggles with self esteem and even if he would never admit it, what others think of him really matters. He often goes into crashes if the people around him ignore him too much, and he will go into highs when he gets too cocky. When he's in one of these crashes, Waylon gets extremely depressed and either isolates or desperately seeks attention. (I also have NPD so I had to force this on him lmao)

The second tallest at 6 foot 1, Bliklotep.

Blinky is now named Benjamin Thomas, or Benji for short. While he does have a face, his eyes being green if you're curious, he almost always has a phone or camera in front of his face.

Benji joined the photography club as well as the school newspaper. He writes almost exclusively gossip columns but the school eats it up. He does however take amazing photos for his siblings when needed, and also seems to have a strange obsession with amusement parks. Speaking of strange obsession, much like Tobi, Benji is often breaking into the CCRP building, but no one is quite sure why. Whenever asked he just says "an old friend" works there.

Blinky is my favorite design of the group I think. I knew I wanted him to be kinda feminine and lanky, but not as feminine as Nibbly and not as twink body as Pokey. His eye motif worked so well for the overalls and I feel like I managed to make eyes and overals not feel like The Minions lamo I also love the orange hair with the purple in it. The boots are supposed to be the knee high convers but in all magenta. I should have added the white on the toe but I forgot lol

The "human issues" I'm giving Benjamin is Hallucinations. I'm not knowledgeable enough to specify what disorder he has that's causing them, I'm leaning towards Schizophrenia, but again, I don't want to label it until I do more research. He often sees, hears, and feels things that aren't there. Most frequently he sees creepy, disembodied eyes surrounding him. When he hears things he often covers his ears and shouts to get them to go away, causing people to stare at him, which only makes him panic. His tactile hallucinations are almost always the feeling of bugs on and under his skin. (This is the type of Hallucinations I deal with so I had to force it on him lmao)

And lastly but definitely not least, the tallest of the human Lord's coming in at 6 foot 3, Pokotho.

Pokey is now named Percy Martins. He is the tallest and also has the deepest voice of the siblings.

Percy joins the drama club, obviously. He actually manages to get roles despite being a new student. He spends almost all his time in the auditorium practicing for auditions or the roles that he gets. Surprisingly he latched onto Richie the same way that Tobi latched onto Pete. Percy constantly asks Richie if he can come over to his house, and seems to know a surprising amount about Richies uncle. Just like Tobi and Benji, Percy is also constantly breaking into the CCRP building. When asked he will say "his muse" works there. He also has a deep seeded hatred for coffee bur refuses to elaborate on why.

With Pokey's design I wanted it to be comfortable but also elegant. To me he's giving Howl from Howls Moving Castle lol I was really determined to give him locs and honestly? I think I did a really good job for my first time! He has little jewels hanging out of them and also has his own mask as a necklace. The cane is very functional for him, but he definitely should have a different type of cane, possibly a different aid in general but he refuses to use the others because he thinks they're not fancy enough.

The "human issues" I'm giving Percy is chronic pain, POTS, and autism. The POTS and pain is what makes him need the cane. He often has to sit or lie down because of how light headed he will get. Also, he always has lots of water and salty snacks in his bag. He's autistic, special interest in musical theater. He has really bad sensory issues with textures, and much like Tobi, gets easily overstimulated. However, unlike Tobi, when he gets overwhelmed to any degree, he goes non speaking. This is really annoying to him, as he loves the sound of his own voice and hates not being able to speak. This causes him a lot of distress, which only makes him more overwhelmed.

That's it! I'm really proud of these designs, and I really hope to keep writing this fic idea. I love these fuckers so much

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Carmy is based on THE STORERS

I read a few weeks ago on here that someone thought Sydney was gonna quit The Bear because "her character was based on Courtney Storer " and IRL she quit her dream job in CA because she burnt out there and it was one of the most disappointing experiences of her life.

I was sooooooo sure that was inaccurate because IK for a fact that Sydney's character is based on the first black female chef to ever win a Michelin Star, the one and only: Mariya Moore-Russell.

Context: Mariya won the star in 2019 when Chris Storer was still working on the ORIGINAL "THE BEAR" MOVIE SCRIPT, as I mentioned here.

So that's why Sydney's character was inspired by her and even her hairstyle was inspired by Mariya who sported braids for years.

BUT

Carmy on the other hand is a mix of Chris and Courtney's past and hopes and dreams. Carmen Berzatto is a hybrid character. The result of Chris and Courtney's real-life story of how they overcame trauma by finding solace in art.

Chris tried being a chef once, before changing careers, as he mentions here. He also mentions Carmy's character was based on many chefs he knows IRL including his sister. I have mentioned in many previous posts that Carmy is based ON HIM mostly (the personality), but yeah, the culinary part and the finding solace in making food and understanding food as a way to show love and hospitality to others, a way of connecting with others, THAT is all Courtney.

Courtney was and still is a successful chef. Turns out she, like Carmy, found solace in cooking and in that way "escape" her trauma for years, she found cooking to be a way to get out of her head and be "into her hands". This rings a bell, right?

It wasn't till later in life when she healed and no longer needed to do that, now she's EP of the show.

So Carmy's character is a mix of Chris and Courtney.

The psycho-chef post-EMP is Chris' dark side. It doesn't mean he is like this IRL, of course. It means he can be like this, but he prefers to pour all of that on the paper and sublimate it into his characters. More about that here and here. The one that reacted like this when Mickey cut him off:

The part of Carmy that we love, the Carmy that was almost nowhere to be found this past season, the sweet part, it's all Courtney, the one that was under the table and told Syd: "You love taking care of people" is Courtney's voice:

Source: Variety

The Carmy that said that fixing the restaurant was a way of fixing his own family trauma, is inspired on Courtney. So were Carmy’s panic attacks. (And Syd’s for that matter).

The part of Carmy that struggles to find amusement and enjoyment after trauma and puts all his energy into work is both, Chris and Courtney:

Source: People.com

So basically, Carmy is the past of The Storers and in the future he will, just like the real-life Storers, find his redemption.

Bonus track: I think we all know this one by now, but it's just funny and cute, I guess, so I wanna mention it: Courtney's nickname is Coco, and Coco is also the Danish invisible cat that Carmy and Marcus fed on the bote, in Copenhagen:

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Aaaahhh I’m so nervous but everyone, please meet my One Piece OC, Iruka (Ruka)!!

I can’t draw to save my life, so off to Picrew I went! (credits to yujiMelon and Kanahani)

update!! damdpunk drew Iruka for me, so I have a lovely art of her now 🥹

Iruka is 22 years old (post-time-skip) and is the Chef of the Heart Pirates. She’s also the Chief Strategist, helping and consulting her Captain, Trafalgar Law, in making plans for missions and figuring out the crew’s next moves. She is childhood friends with Sanji, who eventually becomes her love interest.

Iruka (イルカ) means dolphin, keeping with the fun theme of the Heart Pirates’ aquatic animal names 🐬

Ruka has pale skin, icy-blue eyes, and long silver-white hair. She likes to braid her hair and try out different hairstyles, but her signature look is just let-down hair with two small braids, on either side of her face. She also likes gathering all of her hair into one big fishtail braid down her back whenever she needs to get it out of her face while cooking, fighting, doing chores, exercising, etc. She doesn’t like the Heart Pirates’ white boiler suit because it clashes with her hair, so Law gave her an orange one like Bepo's. 

She’s not particularly skilled in combat – her true skills lie in strategizing. But if she has to fight, she uses a pair of daggers, because they have the closest feel to her kitchen knives, which she's very skilled with. She's ambidextrous, so she's equally adept in fighting with both hands.

Personality-wise, she's very shy with new people, but once she opens up to someone, they're usually surprised at how chatty she actually is. She can be quite blunt with her words, so sometimes she becomes unintentionally funny... or sometimes unintentionally hurtful too. She's always very apologetic whenever she ended up hurting someone with her words, though.

[Ruka's backstory below the cut. Warning: heavy spoilers for Whole Cake Island!!]

Ruka's parents worked as cooks at Germa Kingdom. Her mom died giving birth to her, so she was raised by her dad. She liked watching her dad work in the kitchen, and that was where she met Sanji. They quickly bonded over their love for cooking.

When Sanji was proclaimed “dead” by Vinsmoke Judge, Ruka was devastated at losing her only friend. She also lost her passion for cooking because it reminded her too much of Sanji. Her dad couldn’t bear to see his baby girl become a shell of herself and decided to get her as far away from Germa as possible.

Ruka’s dad handled ingredients procurement for the kitchen, so he was friendly with the merchant who came by every few weeks to trade and deliver some produce. Just before Germa crossed over to the East Blue, he asked the merchant to sneak Ruka away on his ship and send her to Swallow Island – where her parents are originally from – to live with her grandma.

Ruka eventually rediscovered her love for cooking through her grandma, who taught her all sorts of North Blue specialties.

At Swallow Island, she met and befriended Law, Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo. At first, the boys wouldn’t let her into their pirate crew because they were very protective of her and didn’t want her to get caught in dangerous situations. However, after they recruited more members and gained notoriety in the North, they decided to return to Swallow and pick Ruka up before entering the Grand Line because they couldn’t bear to leave her behind (though they claimed they only brought her along for her cooking). She has been a part of the Heart Pirates ever since.

A few years later, she saw Sanji's wanted poster, but was very doubtful that it was her Sanji due to that awful drawing of him. It wasn't until Sabaody Archipelago that she got reunited with him and found out that her Sanji was indeed still alive all this time!

And that's Iruka (so far)!! Please be nice to her <3

She's still a baby OC, so I still have much to tell about her, but feel free to ask questions! That would definitely help me with her character development :)

disclaimer: i don’t know many one piece OCs aside from my mutuals’ so if by any chance my OC has similarities in name, physical appearance, or backstory with other OCs, please understand that it’s purely coincidental and not intentional 

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(TuT) ok so i got a few but my most thought about are these silly characters who are based on the arthurian legends but mixed with final fantasy and their trying to fight the queen because she doesn't like magic (even though her children are half elf and therefore have plenty of magic) im still struggling to find designs i fully like but this is like the current designs. (Idk if you wanted me to pm u about my ocs or ask??)

Tell me about your ocs too!!!

LESGOOOO okay I do know some things about Arthurian legend but I know fuckall about final fantasy so you're gonna have to bare with me. I love this art, first of all! I'm presuming you drew it but either way massive kudos to the artist, I'm really liking these designs :D (also the style in general but that's more subjective :P)

Headcanons,,, hmm,,, ok I'm gonna go from left to right (and I'm also gonna refer to these charas as their hair colours bc I don't know their names, lo siento xD) (also I am kinda presuming genders based on appearance here so sorry if I get any pronouns wrong xS)

Pink:

There are chains on most of these characters' outfits but the majority are on hers so I like the idea that maybe she made, or at least fashioned, them and then gave them out to the rest of the group?

(by that logic there must be some reason that brunette doesn't have a chain... hmm... maybe pink doesn't like him, or maybe the chains represent some specific thing that brunette isn't/hasn't done)

She's self-conscious about the mole on her cheek :( (if I'm presuming correctly and pink is one of the queen's half-elf children, her self-consciousness could be compounded by the fact that this mole is also an identifying feature that people could use to find her)

I like the idea that Pink is one of those people who just doesn't feel the cold. Not sure why. Maybe it's the fit :P

Ginger:

I know her ears are probably hidden bc of her hairstyle but low-key when I noticed that detail I thought it might be that she's hiding her ears for plot reasons. Is she pretending to be a half-elf and have magic when she actually doesn't? Is she ACTUALLY a half-elf and hiding that fact bc of the queen's grudge against magic? Who knows? Not me! :P

She's actually ambidexterous and only wears arm guards on one arm to throw off anyone she's swordfighting with

The only thing sharper than Ginger's blade is her tongue; her insults are lethal and she is very liberal with their usage

Funny idea: this character has a very low pain tolerance. Like, in the heat of battle she can obviously power through life-threatening injuries, same as any self-respecting protagonist can - but outside of adrenaline-fuelled action? Hoo boy. If this woman stubs her toe on a rock, you're gonna be hearing about it for hours

Blond:

I get the sense that blond has 100% tried to use magic to cook a chicken at least once (and that it hasn't gone well)

Maybe the shared colours are just convenience for the sake of faster colouring but I like to think that blond got ginger a corset the same shade of red as his shirt and boots because he wanted them to match :)

He's actually very good at dexterous skills relating to string and ropes - braiding, embroidery, knotwork, and so on (this inspired by the little braid in his hair (ignore the fact that I've ignored the fact that pink's hair ALSO has a braid in it))

Blond strikes me as the team confidante. I like to think that if anyone has problems, or needs someone they can trust with sensitive information, they know they can go to him :D

Brunette:

I think brunette's cloak is cool as hell so I like to think that HE thinks it's cool as hell too. Like, he wears it all the time, and everyone else is just like 'ugh it's brunette being edgy and mysterious again' but his interior monologue is something more along the lines of 'man... I look so good in this cloak... I've got that shit ON'

He'd actually really like to grow a proper beard, but he just can't for whatever reason so all he's got is stubble 😔

Something about him tells me that he enjoys tripping people up with that staff he's carrying

He can sleep standing up (and it freaks the hell out of anyone when they see it lmao)

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And,,, that's it off the top of my head! (In a manner of speaking. This was not ALL off the top of my head xDD) I hope you crack that character design conundrum you're wrestling with! Thank you sm for sharing your charas, this was honestly fun as hell :D (Either PMing or ask'ing would've been fine with me :3) Keep loving them and making content for them and you will find your audience, I promise! <33

ALSO 'tell me about your ocs too!!!' OKAY YOUR ENTHUSIASIM HAS TWISTED MY ARM but this post is already pretty long so I'll put it under a cut :)

Broski I have WAY too many OCs to fit into one post that isn't as long as my bionicle lore summary so I'm gonna pick out 3!

First we have DANTE

I love this guy. He started off as a self-insert back when I first started writing (12-ish years ago?) and now he's his own fully developed character. I'm so proud of him T_T

Anyways! My guy got evil superpowers from a magic rock - long story, sorry - and decided he was going to become a superhero anyway. He's a paragon and a charismatic protagonist and he tries his best, but he's also a stubborn, chaotic man with no off switch. Maybe not the best person to hold the fate of the world in his hands, but oh well, it's too late now! :P

(aah, I love putting characters in situations)

Next up we have: RAELYN

Remember that magic rock? Yeah, turns out that rock has a consciousness. That's Raelyn. She doesn't like Dante, and especially doesn't like the fact that she's now stuck in his brain - but she likes the main villain of this story even LESS, so she's sticking with him for now. She's an unrepentent fucker and I really enjoy writing her >:3

And finally, we have IVY

Ivy is a cyborg that spends, like, a year fused into a suit of armour (another, slightly grim long story) before the good guys rescue her. The good thing about the longform story I'm telling is that we get plenty of time to watch her blossom from a haunted, emaciated cyborg into someone who's happy and healthy :)

(not pictured: me, valiantly resisiting the urge to call my own OC an absolute smokeshow)

Aaaaand there we go! Hope that fulfilled your curiosity about my own OCs - thank you so much for asking! <3 Have a good one, you absolute champion! :D