#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."

[preslavkyuchukov]

Anna Nicole Smith

[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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[uwudonoodle]

Here's me climbing to the tip top of the castle, feeling like a total badass.

Guys I have legend of Zelda: breath of the wild and I’ve hardly played it. Give me motivation and hype it up so I play it while I’m on holiday

[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.

[i-write-sin-not-tragedy]

Alastor and Angel feel like two sides of a same coin with performance and brutality as heads and tails. Both are performers (being a radiohost requires showmanship and Alastor seems to treasure it from lyrics of Stayed Gone, and Angel has it as his primary characterisation) and both are very familiar with brutality and tend to revel in it. Alastor leans more into brutality and Angel leans more into performance, but they have both. They both wear aspect of themselves as a mask, exaggerating it if needed (Angel with his flirtatiousness and Alastor with his smiling). Even their design details are similar. Both are tall, often smiling, have exaggerated gestures and typically feminine style choices (Alastor's haircut is one of the feminine haircuts of 1920s, even if technically it's more "masculine" direction of the women's hairstyles of the era, as part of la garçonne style) and both wear gloves. Both use more artificial voice most of the time, and one that is higher pitched that is. Then even times of their deaths are not so far apart, just 14 years. Both were riled up into threatening Husk by him pointing out their sore spots. Both unwind by violence (and funny how in both cases it was group of sharks they tore apart while unwinding). They both like cooking and playing pranks and both canonically doodle on things.

So to summarise, I think they would either get along splendidly because they are so similar, or would never get along also because they are so similar.

Post-scriptum: this is more of a meta similarity, but both of them had their feet shown on the prints in summery themed image while having commentary that otherwise they would not have shown them. It's probably just a coincidence but together with all of the above stuff, it becomes another point towards their similarity

Literally beautifully written you have captured EXACTLY what i love about their dynamic!!!!

I would say theres a potential for them to be Narrative Foils, but I think that fully depends on what gets revealed in both their back stories as the series goes on

[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

[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!

[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

[coralinnii]

Hello again!

It’s Anon Frog 🐸

I have some good news! My sister is getting leave before she ships out to Japan!

Anyway I was hoping for a request …… I have long hair and it fun to do styles with it so I thought I’d ask you ….

So reader has long hair and noticed they could make little horn with their hair. Kinda like pig tails but horns????? If that makes sense

Malleus noticed throughout the school day but doesn’t say anything until their late night walk.

They(reader) smiles and tell him that she wanted to try new hairstyles and remember this hairstyle reminded them of him.

Just good feelings for everyone!

Much love Anon Frog 🐸

Matching “horns” MC with the horn hairstyle feat: Malleus genre: fluff note: long haired!reader, reader is referred as Yuu!reader but can be read as not, ambiguous relationship but romantic leaning, insinuation of offspring but not necessarily through pregnancy, roughly 1.1k word count 

I really have no excuse for how incredibly long this took to write but this was a cute idea to write and I wanted to try out this hairstyle but I’m not nearly skilled enough. Anyway, anon🐸 I hope you like it and that you and your sister have a great new year!  

I know you can go big with this type of hairstyle but I got inspired by Anya’s cute do from Spy x Family. Also (somewhat) in time for Malleus’ birthday so yay!

I might be busier since I’m celebrating the Lunar New Year (which involves a lot of cooking) but happy Lunar New Year to everyone and may this year be lucky and filled with great fortune! 

Throughout the day, you’ve gotten comments about your new look. Some were compliments (courtesy of mostly Kalim and Rook), and some were just itching for a hit from you (mainly Ace and Floyd). But even with the straightforwardness of your friends, it didn’t stop your instincts from telling you that someone else is watching you, wanting to tell you something. 

And you’d be right. 

During lunch, Malleus was watching you from his seat some tables away. Seeing as how he is the only student with horns (not to mention, he finds himself gazing at you a few too many times already), Malleus was quick to notice your new appearance. Two cute “horns” protruding from your head caught his eyes as the rest of your locks curl and frame your beautiful face. 

“Malleus, if you stare at the prefect any longer you might burn a hole” Lilia joked as he watched his young prince. A few of the other students quiver at Malleus’ gaze and wondered what great misdeed you must have committed to incur such an intense stare. 

“Please Lilia, even I’m aware that humans are not such fragile creatures” Malleus rebutted as he continued his observation. “What do you think was the human’s intentions for such an unique change in appearance?” 

Since he noticed your hairstyle, Malleus’ mind was in a tizzy trying to figure out what did you mean to do such a thing? Are you imitating him the same way as Sebek does with his forced interest in coffee? Were you attempting to capture his attention as some sort of human ritual he’s unfamiliar with? He has heard that couples participate in this “matching outfits” as Lilia mentioned in passing. Was he being too hopeful or too presumptuous to believe you are sending him a hint of your intentions?

Oh, how equally captivating and confusing you were. 

“In times like this, it is better to confront your confusion than to jump to conclusions, my young lord” as funny as it was, Lilia couldn’t bear to see the young prince in his frazzled mental state (even if he was the only one to see it) any longer. 

Such young love, Lilia mused. 

Malleus took the older fae’s words to heart and waited by the old Ramshackle dorm to see you. Nights like these became a secret routine between the two of you as you stroll around the dark landscape together. 

To his delight, Malleus heard your footsteps as you rushed out the old dorm and towards him.

“Tsunotarou!” You greeted him with a small, with your mini horns still in place. “Were you waiting long?” 

Malleus shook his head, a small smile graced his lips. “Not at all, Child of man” if you don’t consider an hour long. He doesn’t. “Shall we start our stroll?” 

The night was pleasantly silent and the breeze was light as the two of you walked through the plains, with the occasional small tidbits of your day shared between you two, to which Malleus took as a lead-in to ask the question he’s been curious all day. 

“I’ve noticed you’ve changed your typical appearance today” Malleus started off “Is there a particular reason?” 

He noticed! You were starting to get nervous over the silence from Malleus about your new hairstyle, worrying that he didn't care or worse, it may come off as mocking towards him. 

“I had some extra time this morning and thought about trying this hairstyle,” you explained, smiling as you lightly touch the locks that make your horns. “I reminded me of you and thought it’d be cute if we matched” 

You bravely turned to look at the tall man, trying to gauge his reaction to your new look. But Malleus was unreadable to you even as his eyes bore into you, more precisely, your “horns”. 

"Does it look good?" you asked but you were starting to worry he didn't.

Thankfully, that wasn't the case at all. In fact, Malleus was trying to pace his heartbeat after listening to your explanation. What a bold human you are in wishing to emulate his horns, a feature that he is aware can be intimidating to many people. And to do it with him in mind, more charming words have not been spoken. 

“Such a creative use of one’s hair. It is a fascinating form of style” Malleus let his curiosity take over and asked you, “If you allow it, I would like to touch them” 

Relieved, you nodded with a mischievous laugh, “I’ll allow it, but I can’t guarantee what will happen to you if you do” 

“What a cheeky human you are.” Malleus chuckled. He reached out to the top of your head and caressed the soft “horns” you carefully crafted, mindful of his fingers so as not to ruin your hard work. The moment was done in comfortable silence as you stood relaxed, trusting yourself under Malleus’ gentleness. 

Malleus’ mind began drifting to the days where his horns were small like yours. He recalled Lilia regaling the tales of Malleus’ younger years and as humiliating as that was, he now wondered if his children would have horns like these, so small and adorable. 

As the future King, he knew that he would have to sire an heir someday but he never spent a moment to visualize that image. But now, he couldn’t stop himself as he thought how cute his child would be with horns like these, along with other features from you. How cute his offspring would be with your bright eyes or your beautiful hair that you would brush as their parent. Perhaps they would have your laugh as well. In fact, he would be content even if they don't look anything like him, so long as they're your child, and his. 

“Tsunotaro?” Your voice broke through his wandering mind. “Are you alright?” 

Malleus didn’t realise that he stopped his previous attention to your hair as his mind delved deeper into thought. He also didn’t notice the small growl he emitted under his breath, but you certainly did. 

“Yes, I’m alright” he assured you “I was simply lost in thought for a moment” 

You believed him since you did see the way he had a faraway look in his green eyes. His gaze was still in the moment but there was a sense of wistfulness as he looked at you, which had you a little flustered. 

To ease your embarrassment, you took a step back (though you already missed Malleus’ touch) and smiled your nerves away. “Should we keep going with our walk?” 

Malleus agreed, resuming his stroll with you. But his previous thoughts have not left as he grew fond of the idea of children, more specifically children with you. As you shared the events of your day, Malleus was pondering on what he could do to match you as you did. 

Perhaps matching rings?

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

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:

awww

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