#also may i add i am having a lot of trouble drawing him

[siriusblackslut]

One where Sejanus realises Coryo is not such a great friend after all

Coryo may not be Sejanus’ best friend, but he sure is best at something else involving Sejanus’ girlfriend.

Pairing: Coriolanus/Reader

Word: 3667

Warnings: mildly dubious consent, infidelity?, cuckholding

It had been spoken in confidence.

Whether in a moment of drunkenness or a lapse in judgement, Sejanus had divulged his greatest insecurity to someone he had thought he could trust.    

Coriolanus would have thanked his lucky stars, but he was a cautious man and had to see for himself first.

And see he did. He watches with hungry eyes, your silhouette at the head of the bed and the tops of your knees spread flushed against the headboard that Sejanus grips till his knuckles turn white as he ruts uncontrollably like a district animal into you.

“Sej,” he can make out his friend’s name between your laboured moans and figures from the staccato of your breaths that you must be close.

So it was with even greater delight when he watches Sejanus’ hips slow and stutter, grunting as he pulls back away from you.

As if Coryo needed yet another reason to think Sejanus incompetent.

He hears you whine in response, and the frustration is evident in your throat.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Your fingers glisten in the lamplight, your own arousal from the futile efforts at your clit, Coryo thinks, as you draw your boyfriend tight into your chest. “It’s okay, it’s fine Sej.”

“Tomorrow, I promise.”

There is a pause, then a restrained sigh. “Sure.”

Coryo thinks that this intimate interaction is cute in a pitiful way, and he has had enough been its voyeur, letting the clicks of his shoes make his presence known.

Clearly, it takes you by surprise and you shriek, arms wrapping tighter to clutch at your boyfriend and blinking in sheer astonishment as you watch his friend make his leisurely way through your bedroom floor, grabbing at the dresser chair and pulling it to face the bed before making himself too comfortable in it.

All whilst no one spoke in a perplexing silence.

You had to elbow Sejanus for him to finally speak, and even then, the confrontation felt reluctant. “What are you doing here, Coryo?” Sejanus sighs.

God, he was so pathetic.

“What am I doing here?” Coryo repeats in mock surprise, “You were the one who asked for help, remember?”

Now that gets your attention. “Help?” you ask sharply, “help with what?”, and then in a disapproving tone you add, “And really is this the best time for it?”

Your cluelessness almost endears him, but Coryo doesn’t acknowledge you just yet, giving Sejanus a pointed look instead, “You haven’t told her?”

“Tell me what?”

“Come on now Sejanus.” Coryo tuts.

“I just— it’s silly really.”

Sejanus doesn’t offer any more than that and Coryo is more than happy to comply now.

“Just that he couldn’t satisfy you with his little prick.” Coryo doesn’t love a lot of things, but he sure does love stirring up trouble.

It has the intended effect, and you shove Sejanus from you in a moment of disgust, shuffling towards the edge of the bed. The hurt and betrayal in your voice makes Coryo giddy, “You told him that? That’s private!” and he also notes that you have not denied the very fact. “And besides, what did you expect him to do about it?” Your gaze follows your accusatory finger through to Sejanus’ friend, only to be met with greedy eyes raking over your now bare tits, and only then did you cross your arms.

It's disappointing, but Coryo considers it a little teaser as to what more there is to come. He shrugs, “A demonstration.”

“A demonstration?” you scoff, “That’s ludri-“

“What do you say Sej?”

It irks you that he discusses you like you were not in the very same room, but at least you have your boyfriend to count on, right?

It is a soft mutter and Sejanus cannot meet your eyes. “I guess.”

Coryo thinks Sejanus is so so stupid, but it works so well in his favour.

“You heard him,” and he is already making quick work at the buttons of his fly, sliding his trousers down just below his hips so that from the clothed bulge springs up a pretty cock, proud and slit already weeping. The room is dim, but you can see the shadows snaking their way around the bulging veins at his thick shaft in a way that looked simply irresistible.

The protest in your throat feels stuck.

Coryo knows you were already especially susceptible, having just had an orgasm snatched out of your wanting hands moments earlier, and now with you upset at Sejanus? He knows you only needed the sight of his sweet cock to nudge you in the right direction that is a little closer to him.

But then you glance back at your boyfriend for approval and the loyalty dripping in the air is sickening.

Coryo raps his palm on his clothed thigh, and it gets your attention, snapping you out of your trance. “On here,” he instructs.

You peer through your lashes shyly once more at him. 

“I won’t ask twice.”

But then your gaze moves back to Sejanus and whatever for? It makes Coryo nauseous.

He puts you out of your misery and kindly makes up your irresolute mind for you. Lunging to drag you back from the edge of the bed and onto his lap back at the chair, he hooks your left thigh behind his own. You topple over losing your balance in surprise, and Coryo works fast to tuck your other leg behind his right knee, spreading you out into a lovely position onto his lap with your bare back pressing against his clothed chest.

He laments the fact that he would miss watching your tits bounce as he fucks you on his cock, but the way you are now bound with your helpless thighs secured behind his makes up for that very fact and besides, he likes having that to look forward to next time.

Skimming his fingers up the curve of your waist making you shiver, he pulls you down against his lap. The friction of the scratchy wool of his trousers against your naked thigh feels unpleasant, but your pussy, oh it glides across his hard shaft smearing your arousal across it in a way that you can feel every pulsating bump of vein across your delicate folds.

A soft whimper breaks through your lips.  

“I think she’s warming up to it now, Sej.” Coryo loves being cruel and to be cruel now, was to remind you that you were letting yourself be ravaged by another whilst your boyfriend watches meekly on.  

It has the intended effect and Coryo expects no less from you. Your hands scrambling for his clad thigh, just yet another reminder of how bare you are, to push yourself up and your core prepares to tense, but Coryo is sick of this game and he digs his fingers painfully into your waist pushing you down once more and this time, the head of his cock bumps against your clit.

The sudden friction makes you slack against his arms and Coryo makes out the beginning of a moan before you swallow it down your throat.

Coryo isn’t an idiot, he knows his ministrations affects you; he can feel the hitch of your breath against his chest, the hammering of your heart against his forearm, but still, you maintain a poor attempt of indifference. Perhaps it is out of respect for Sejanus, but it only serves as a challenge for Coryo because whilst it was fun to have you struggle against him and for him to take whatever he wants that is more than you were willing to give, he finds greater thrill to have you begging for him despite whatever silly feelings you have for your boyfriend. He wants to take you, then your mind, then Sejanus’ pride, confidence and dignity.

With his free hand that isn’t leaving bruises at your waist, he reaches over your thighs tangled with his own to fist at his cock. He starts slowly, teasing it up your delicate folds before stopping to swirl at your clit. His spongy flesh rubbing against your sensitive core draws another gasp out of you, but it is short and muffled.

So, he rinses and repeat, continuing his incessant teasing until he gets exactly what he wants. Dragging his angry cock-head down your silky pussy lips and then up again to kiss at that swollen nub. Once, he has you squirming on his lap, then twice and thrice until you are shamelessly bucking your hips.

But Coryo still doesn’t miss the way your eyes continue to skitter towards Sejanus’ for his continuing approval, and he decides he mustn’t have broken you enough yet.

Leaving your achy clit, Coryo tugs his cock down and just barely dips the tip of his cock into your dripping slit, and oh yes, that seemed to do it.

Your hips snap up, desperate for him to stretch you wide and split you open in half, but Coryo is smart and has already pulled his cock away, just enough for your pussy to smear against his shaft. “Fuck, please,” your voice is gravelly and laced with a mixture of frustration and arousal.

Coryo almost feels sorry for you, but he has one more to go after.

Pressing his cock at your slit once more, he feels the gentle parting of your pussy lips dripping with your nectar just for him and he savours the moment of your hot wet envelope around him even if it is just the tip, before he pulls away once more.

You gasp your strangled gasp, “I need— please,” and he knows it must have taken every single ounce of your pride to even muster one up in front of Sejanus, “please, Coryo.”

His name rolling off your tongue was intoxicating and he nearly loses his resolve. Nearly.

You roll your hips weakly, but it is to no avail.

A choked sob escapes your throat, and he feels the tears trickling down your cheek, dripping onto his shirt.

His cock is impossibly hard now, but Coryo is adamant still, guiding his throbbing tip just between your lips. He can feel the twitching of your folds, their inviting stretch just for him.

“Please, I need--” you hiccup between your desperate sobs, “Please, please Cory—"

“Just fuck her alright!”

Poor Sejanus. Sejanus with that encouraging expression now wavering, seemingly regretting allowing this lewd and filthy sight, but who also appears to have had enough of his girlfriend tortured, quivering and spilling full of unresolved tension.

Coryo smirks crookedly.

One more shallow and controlled thrust, the tip of his angry cockhead skimming the petals of your swollen pussy just for a moment before he pulls your pliant body up by the waist and—

He lets you sink onto him.

It is met with a little resistance initially as he buries his throbbing tip into you, and then with another forceful thrust and his bruising fingers by your waist pulling you further down onto him, the girth of his shaft soon follows, swallowed within your wet walls.

Judging from your faint whimpers, it is a tight fit, tight and snug in a way he is sure you can feel every bump that is a pulsating vein as he sheaths more of himself into you.

“Am I doing okay, Sej?”

Coryo rolls his eyes.

It seems he had not been the only one who had noticed Sejanus’ smile growing strained.

And he had really thought he had you broken enough too, but he is more than happy to remedy his oversight.

He snaps his hips, forcefully burying himself into you in retaliation and the room reverberates that obscene squelch of your pussy.

“I’m sorry,” he drawls, bored as if his whole cock wasn’t throbbing inside you, “Did you forget who’s cock you’re currently impaled on?”

You maintain your silence but that only serves to irritate Coryo even more.

“The cock that you begged for!”

God, Coryo is so unimpressed with you. If only you had played nice, he would have eased you in with some languid thrusts, but he is severely irritated now and decides that an unforgiving pace of his pistoning hips into yours may set right your aching heart, if not pussy.

You cry out as he fucks into you violently, but Coryo is ruthless and he pushes you further into a territory of pain with his fingernails digging into the hollows of your cheek as he jolts your limp head upright. It makes your eyes water.

“Look at him.”

Blinking your tears away, you see Sejanus with a watery expression. Coryo thinks Sejanus couldn’t look anymore pitiful.

He snarls and it is threatening, “Tell me, is he fucking you right now?”

The drive of his hips is unrelentless now, and from the pain rises a familiar yearning and it is the fear of losing it, you don’t think you could go through another stolen-near-almost orgasm, that replies him.

“No,” you murmur hazily, shaking your head as if to prove your point further and Coryo thinks that this is the point of no return, “just you Coryo.”

He likes you like this, obedient like a puppy, and he rewards you by bringing his free hand to your pussy engorged with his cock, his calloused fingers twirling at your clit.

It is clearly the right decision as not a moment after, you are bucking your hips, grinding yourself deeper onto him, and Coryo understands why Sejanus had so much trouble holding himself back when he is inside you because you were just so warm and hot and wet and all-encompassing.  

Coryo doesn’t mind sitting back for a little while. He slows his thrusts, all the better to savour the spectacle that is Sejanus broken down and hacked into pieces with a front row seat of his girlfriend’s pretty pink pussy glistening stretched obscenely around Coryo’s thick shaft as she bounces away happily, completely cock-drunk and chasing her own release that he couldn’t not supply.  

And to rub salt into the wound, Coryo grips a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down towards his to capture your lips in a painful kiss with his tongue swirling in your mouth.  

When he pulls back, there is a strand of spit glimmering between his mouth and your lips that hung agape.

He smears it onto the crook of your neck, “I think Sej likes this different view.” Coryo’s murmurs are soft enough to be covered by your breathy pants, but he pulls back a little so that Sejanus has an eyeful of his lips brushing at your ear as they moved in speech because how better than to stir up his insecurities? “You better give him a show.”

Stupid with your eyes half-lidded barely making out the silhouette of your boyfriend at the edge of the bed, you believe him, giving another sensual roll of your hips, your chest thrusting forward in the same motion.

“Tell Sejanus whose cock is making you feel so good.”

You let your boyfriend, and the neighbours for that matter, know, a string of Coryo’s name tumbling out of your mouth until they reform back to unintelligible pants.

And when Coryo removes his face nuzzling into your neck to commit to memory Sejanus’ broken expression whilst you chant his name over and over like a fervent prayer, Coryo is even more amused when he realises Sejanus is half hard and to what? The sick sight of his girlfriend enjoying herself on his best friend’s fat dick?

“Let your boyfriend know just how much you love this.”

You are a docile little thing, complying with a dizzy sigh, “God, I love this Sej.”

“Tell him what I’m doing to make you love this.” This is a demonstration after all and Sejanus needs to learn, although the lesson Coryo is teaching had more to do with Sejanus’ place.

“He’s—" Your scrambled brain cannot keep up with all the sensations inflicted on you, so you settle with pointing out the obvious, “He’s fucking me Sej.”

Hardly, you seem to be doing most of the work anyways.

“Am I better than him?”

“I--” you swallow thickly, “I love this.”

Coryo senses your hesitation, and he acts swiftly and decisively, lips latching towards your limp neck to lick a bead of your salty sweat up behind your ear. “He’s hard” he whispers.  

You blink the happy tears out of your eyes and sure enough, you pan down your boyfriend’s guilty expression to find him fisting his erection.

Coryo asks you once more. “Tell your boyfriend who makes you feel better. Tell him!” he snarls.

And sure as hell being the dumb little girl you are, you’re convinced. Or maybe it is Coryo resuming his powerful and painful drive of his hips meeting the downward jut of hips, his angry cockhead licking some sensitive spongy spot within your pulsating wall. Regardless, you answer his question.

“You Coryo!” you wailed, and he is happy with your answer, slowing his thrusts to a lazy pace. He can feel the beginnings of your orgasm, the involuntary twitching of your pussy walls hugging his cock as you continue to grind onto him and he helps you out, the rough pads of his fingers now drawing tight circles at your sensitive clit.

He feels you when the tension finally snaps, when you tumble over the edge. Your walls hug him impossibly tight and he feels your warmth trickling down his cock lodged inside you as you drench him in all your sweet nectar. It feels good, but it feels even better knowing that Sejanus has never had your pretty walls squeeze his cock like this.

It is hidden amongst your strings of gasps when Coryo hears an unmistakable grunt. He looks up to see Sejanus spent once again with globs of white scattered on his thighs and stomach. And to the sight of his own girlfriend coming undone on his best friend’s cock, Coryo wants to laugh.

“She even tighter when she cums,” he tells Sejanus with no sordid detail spared, “Twitching around me and so fucking warm too.”

Your moan in response, whether in agreement or in protest is irrelevant, but along with your trembling thighs still mindlessly bucking as you ride out your orgasm on his still hard cock, it adds to Coryo’s point.  

“All you have to do,” Coryo instructs between his own groans, “is you just fuck her stupid like this.”

A demonstration after all, and with his free hand that isn’t flicking at your sensitive clit, Coryo digs his fingers into your waist to hold your quivering hips in place before he speeds up to an unrelentless pace now chasing his own release.

It seems to prolong your own too, or maybe gets you to another high judging by the wracked gasp escaping your throat and the way your walls seem to massage his cock even further as if urging him to spill into you.

Twice, he muses condescendingly.  

The thought of Sejanus utterly humiliated, Sejanus who has all the wealth in the world but who cannot even get his gorgeous girlfriend to come undone not once but twice on his cock, is exhilarating.

And then the knowledge that tonight’s memory, you grinding on Coryo’s cock with your walls clamping down tight on his pulsating member that was spurting and tainting your walls with seed white as snow, is now forever seared into Sejanus’ little district brain, seared in a way that makes his cuckhold prick hard, brings Coryo over the edge.

He gives one final thrust, burying his whole hard length into you so that his cockhead spilling his creamy essence just kissed your cervix. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he tips over the edge because Coryo is sick, wanting a permanent mark for Sejanus to remember this night by, but maybe you are sick like him too because he knows it must have been painful, the taste of iron evident on his tongue, and yet he is blessed with another one of your shaky gasp coupled with another unmistakable wave of your walls just clenching around his spurting cock.  

It is all nearly too much for you bear.

Overstimulating really. Coryo who is still drawing languid circles at your clit whilst rutting, shallowly albeit, into you, the sudden spread of warmth in your belly as he empties himself into you, the viscous trickle of blood down your collarbone, the clammy sweat mix with the sweet metallic smell of blood lingering thick in the air and the pain at your shoulder radiating like electricity to your core, has you reduced to a string of whimpers and moans squirming weakly on Coryo’s lap.

It isn’t long before his softening cock breaks the seal of your spent pussy, and with every weak clench of your pussy from the overstimulation that is Coryo’s digit still at your clit, his cum begins to drip out of you.

It is messy, and Coryo decides he has enough; he doesn’t want his trousers dirtied. Moving his clad thighs out of the way, you instinctively squeeze your strained legs together in a poor attempt to mask the trickle of his creamy seed now trailing down your inner thigh, stumbling your way back onto the bed next to Sejanus.

The sight in front of him, the debauchery that is the cuckhold heir of the Plinth fortune and then you, his regal little girlfriend wearing a dizzy drunk expression with Coryo’s own seed sticky sandwiched between your thighs, all whilst he is fully dressed after tucking himself back into his slacks, though with unpolished shoes and faded cufflinks and a tad more w`rinkled, makes Coryo feel immensely powerful and does wonders for his ego.

And just for the final blow, Coryo gives Sejanus’ shoulder a squeeze on his way out. “Might just demonstrate a different position next time,” he says smugly and then his lip curls up into a smirk that he hopes looked cruel, “I like it much better when Snow’s on top.”

[mismess]

Hello! I hope you’re doing well!

I’ve been watching Monk for the first time and have LOVED seeing your Monk fanart! The way you draw him is so fun and cool, I haven’t seen anyone draw him in a way that captures his likeness and still retains a creative style! I’ve been trying to draw him for weeks now and have had a lot of trouble nailing his features, any tips?

Hope you have a great one, and thank you for blessing my fyp with your blog! 💜

WAAH thank you !! I'm very glad you enjoy my Monk art! <3

I am shit at explaining myself and half the time I myself don't know what I did to get where I am. So I doodled him a bunch to try and feel out how i draw him.

Right of the bat I think I draw Monk a little rounder than he actually is? When figuring out how to draw someone I usually quickly trace over a photo to get a feel for the person and try to break them down into basic shapes first and build from there, and Tony Shalhoub can be a Very Square man in my eyes.

But I look at Monk and I see a softness that I must get across in my art, so I add some softness. Round his squares out a bit. Sometimes the vibes must be accounted for as well.

To me some of his most important features are his eyebrows, hairline, and most importantly and kinda ironically seeing as how sad his character is, his smile lines.

And you know, sometimes I DO draw him a little squarer, and sometimes I draw him a little rounder, consistency is also... Sometimes... Not as vital as it may seem... As long as the shapes FEEL right. Wish I could tell you my process more but I feel like I draw like that "draw the rest of the fucking owl" meme!

Your style is really cool btw! I love that columbo collection(one day I'll watch Columbo...). sorry if this isn't helpful at all lmao you have a wonderful day and/or night as well ! ^-^

[moonlight-coffeebean-147]

Doodle Dump 2: Electric Boogaloo

So to distract myself from…. recent irl events…. Here’s another doodle dump featuring Usagi and the ocs of @twistedtummies2 . Imma be real… it’s been a shitty week. From college to…. Whatever that was… I’ve just honestly been feeling mentally drained rn. But doodling helps me calm down as well as TT2’s ocs. Expect a lot more doodles here in the future. For my own comfort, but for hopefully ya’lls as well <3

A compilation of Usagi with Billy. I have to admit I kind of also ship them with him. Primarily cause 1. The Rabbit aesthetic, 2. It speaks to my g/t loving heart, and 3. Billy’s my second favorite besides Elias. Billy’s fairly easy for me to draw

….This is the worst thing I’ve drawn like 😭😭😭😭. I made the original doodle at work so yea…. Bald Billy & Rizzler Nakoda… more like Rizzkoda am I right? (kill me now). Fun fact, Procreate actually crashed on me when I was doing this so I guess that’s a sign 💀

Two doodles I made during midterm week. Also the week I realized Usagi was also partially a vent oc for me. Take that as you will.

And finally we starting a design for Overblot!Usagi. It appears that those feelings of inadequacy and being forgotten got too much for our poor Ramshackle Prefect. I may still need time to come up with an actual idea for what leads them to Overblot. Their design I plan to be based on that of concept art for when Oswald was the planned villain for Epic Mickey other than the Blot, a trolley conductor uniform in reference to Trolley Troubles on of Oswald’s first shorts, and possibly have imagery from the other overblots. Also besides their head and clothes… her entire body is covered in blot. As for abilities, one idea that I think could be interesting is them being able to detach and reattach body parts like Oswald has done in the past. Think that could be some nice nightmare fuel 😂. Another idea is implementing the paint and thinner in some way… but the idea is that they can create a large amount of thinner to create a wave and when touch by said thinner, the person turns to a statue…. a little nod to what happens to Ortensia in the first game. The paint has the abilities to create physical illusions, more specifically clones, similar to Lapis Lazuli’s copy of the gems to fight in the Ocean Gem episodes or Neo’s semblance ability from Rwby, specifically season 9. It would be a reference to the animatronics of Mickey’s friends, once again from Epic Mickey. Their smile I do like thinking is a reference to how the characters smile in stuff like the title cards or even the mascot suit…. But the more depressing reason is that Usagi at this point has officially snapped and is at that point of no return. It’s the whole smile through the pain kind of thing. To add up they’re a human so their blot form is on the brink of collapse at any moment. They are both figuratively and literally straining to hold themselves together. If the thinner ability idea goes through (in my mind) to Usagi… staues can last for a long time, they can be used to represent someone’s life, their memory. I might go more in depth with it once I finish the design… but yeah it’s gonna get heavy.

Anyways back to the void. Hope yall enjoyed! : > Stay safe out there. Take a breather. It will all be okay

I may be internally panicking. But I have comfort in knowing that… at least I got more plushies coming in the future.

This is Moon signing off for now, have a good one ✨

[ltwharfy]

"Bob's Burgers" Season 10 Episode Ranking Rewatch (Long Post)

So, I've been rewatching "Bob's Burgers" from the beginning and ranking the episodes using the spreadsheet that @babsvibes created! If you want to know why I'm doing this or how I view the 1-5 rating scale, you can check out my Season 1 post! If you want to check out any of the other seasons, I've been using the "bob's burgers episode ranking rewatch" tag for all of them.

Now, on to Season 10:

Average (Mean) Score: 4.27

Mode (Most Common) Ranking: 4

Ranking Breakdown: 7 5s 14 4s 1 3

Season as whole thoughts:

This is the lowest average score for a season since Season 2, and that seems about right to me. Season 2 and Season 10 are kind of bookends for my personal Golden Age of "Bob's Burgers".

In my experience, all long running sitcoms (and I'd define long running as maybe more than 5 seasons), eventually undergo a transition where I stop seeing them as "one of the funniest things on TV!" and, if I continue watching them it's more because I like hanging out in their world with their characters, even if they don't make me laugh quite as hard as they used to on a regular basis. And a lot of shows don't make that transition successfully- I just stop watching them because they don't make me laugh as much and I realize I don't really care about the characters. Or I stick around but then retroactively realize I only like about half the episodes of the show.

I still enjoyed Season 10 and beyond of "Bob's Burgers", but (as the numbers for this silly project will likely show), I found Season 10 and onward to have a lot more episodes where my reaction was "that's good" or "that's nice" or "that was kinda boring but it was still nice to be with the Belchers" rather than "that episode was amazing!"

One caveat I will add to that is: I have noticed that some of the later season episodes tend to grow on me upon rewatching them- which honestly is great and one of the things that makes this project fun!

Some thoughts on specific episodes (and feel free to ask if you want my thoughts on an episode I didn't comment on):

"Pig Trouble in Little Tina": This was definitely an episode that grew on me. When I first watched it, I mainly found it weird and kinda gross (the pig's guts spilling out in Tina's dream.) And it is both those things! But it is also really funny and kind of touching. So, a great "Bob's Burgers" Halloween episode. I love the "skeletons doing helpful things around the farm" hayride, and the bit where Louise can't draw blood from Tina is a fun reminder that for all Louise's bluster she's just a kid. And the Fiona Apple end credits song lives in my head rent free now. "But you kissed a fetal pig and now you two are boyfriend-girlfriend" is a lyric for the ages.

"Legends of the Mall": I talk a lot about how Rudy's stories remind me of myself as a kid, but Bob and Bosco's story here reminds me of myself now. "Middle-aged man is confused and frustrated by buying pants" is the story of my life now. Well, not THE story, but a plotline. I definitely do think the phrase, "they're call pants, not can'ts" pretty often.

"The Hawkening: Look Who's Hawking Now!": Koji is a fun character and I am glad they found a story to bring him back in. And I think the story structure is really interesting in this episode: there is an A and B plot, but they both center around Louise, with the resolution of the one informing the resolution of the other. Also, the Zeke and Rudy interaction at the beginning of this episode is one of my favorite things ever. Also also, this episode led to the creation of what may be the fic I've reread the most: "I know I believe it, and so do my bones" by CourtneyCourtney (@daddygrandpaandthebeaver) which is one of those episode tag fics that is so good it has merged with the episode itself in my mind. (What? You don't remember the scene in this episode with Louise and Rudy at the frozen yogurt shop?!)

"Now We're Not Cooking With Gas": This has enough good things (especially the Riverbrook Lake Farms Heritage Turkey song) that I gave it a 4, but it's probably one of my last favorite Thanksgiving episodes. I know Bob's always kind of a jerk in Thanksgiving episodes, but the bit where the kids are so proud to have brought him that giant log for his fire and he rejects it really bothers me. It's possible I'm repressing a similar memory from my childhood or something.

"A Fish Called Tina": Yes, this episode introduces one of my favorite minor characters, Kaylee Morganstern. Yes, we get another Louise and Tammy story and I always love that dynamic. But the real highlight of this episode is Madison, Tina's old big fish, who has an incredibly high ratio of really funny lines to total number of lines. "Welcome to Caboose Kabob, what can I put in your caboose?" and "Order 71, Baba Ghanoush Caboose and a cup of juice!" always crack me up. Sorry, but caboose is just an inherently funny word.

"Three Girls and a Little Wharfy": The episode that helped inspire my confusing username here and on AO3! Just an all around fun episode- Fifth Grade Megan was a fun new character, as is April Busby (her line about studying for the bar exam "soap not the other one" and including the Madonna/Sean Penn divorce in her Wharfy scrapbook both crack me up). And Louise just has a lot of fun little moments in this one- I particularly love her mimicking Linda when borrowing the laptop from her parents, also her response to Megan's comment about not talking to the cat on her block ("I mean, I'll try, but if he talks to me I'm not going to be rude...")

"Wag the Song": The most I've ever related to Zeke and J-Ju. If me and my grade school best friends would've had the chance to write the school song, it would've absolutely turned out along the lines of their song. (And all the kids and the songs are a hoot!)

"Tappy Tappy Tappy Tap Tap Tap": A pretty meh episode. Personally, I didn't really need to revisit Josh. On the plus side, it gave us the phrase "Rudy's ballet fight", which will live in my mind forever.

"Poops!...I Didn't Do It Again": This is another episode that grew on me. Similar to "Pig Trouble", I initially found it weird/gross but now find it funny and touching. And the theme about parents trying not to pass their fears/insecurities along to their kids is an important one that I don't often see expressed in pop culture. On a lighter/weirder note, "I'm thinking animatronic doves with human private parts" is probably a top 10 Gene line for me. (However, I am annoyed that this episode basically forgets about Jezebel from "Synchronized Swimming".)

"Prank You for Being A Friend": This is the story that makes Kaylee one of the most interesting recurring characters to me. While I never tried to get kicked out of school because I couldn't find my people, I can certainly understand the motivation (I would've been more likely to do that in high school than 4th grade.) Also, this newspaper joke at the end of this episode basically inspired Rudlee, the Rudy/Kaylee ship aka my second favorite ship for of both those characters! (Please don't judge me for having multiple Kaylee Morganstern ships...)

Random thoughts (stuff that doesn't affect the ratings):

-What's the best use of a recurring character in "Bob's Burgers"? What's the best delivery of a single word in "Bob's Burgers"? The answer to both questions can be found in "Local She-ro" when Gus appears only to say the line "Chumbawamba!" in his Gus voice.

On that note, I get knocked down, but I get up again. You are never gonna keep me down.

Which is a weirdly defiant way to say that I'll see you (theoretical readers of these crazy long posts) in Season 11!

[acswinburne]

As an ra, have you ever had to deal with any ~weird interactions with your profs? Especially male ones… I’m an ra and I get along real well with my prof. I try to keep things professional though. Recently I keep getting a vibe that he’s trying to come on to me and he is a little bit flirtatious. I’m just at a loss about how to deal with this.

Hi anon!! I have, unfortunately (but what seems to be not _exceptionally_) a lot of experience on that front. It's not something I am particularly comfortable sharing on a public blog, but I'd be happy to talk to you if you feel comfortable PMing me here.

I absolutely believe you should trust your gut, though. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not particularly professional with the people I'm an RA for (nothing romantic/sexual etc., but I would absolutely consider them close friends--which is not great in terms of drawing boundaries). However, there have been moments where I ignored the alarm bells in my head, either because I convinced myself that I'm making a big deal out of nothing, or because "that's just the way things are/maybe the prof does not understand what he's implying [LOL]". 9.9 times out of 10, there _is_ something wrong, and I now know that 0.1 can be risked if it means to keep my well-being in the long run.

What you can do in situations like these:

If you trust your prof enough, I would recommend talking about this to him! It doesn't even have to be directly. Something along the lines of "my friend acswinburne on tumblr (or alternatively, the real Algernon Charles Swinburne, the Victorian poet) has had this weird experience with her prof. I'm glad I'm not in her position and no one is coming on to me!" can work. I imagine there are more eloquent ways of saying it, this could quickly establish a boundary and communicate that you are not interested).

If you feel like he is being a bit more than subtle, or if you cannot trust him with a conversation like the one mentioned above, I would absolutely recommend talking to another professor. If you are on good terms with your advisor, your advisor, if not, anyone who you feel comfortable will do. They might tell you if this is a pattern of behaviour, subtly warn their colleague about professionalism, or guide you to the appropriate body in your university. University staff are often very sensitive to harassment cases (not saying that your situation is necessarily one) and will absolutely take you seriously. They are also supposed to work in utmost confidentiality, so if you want to go to them without asking them to take any action against your prof, they will be more than happy to lend an ear (and give advice, if you ask for it).

Your uni should have an harassment committee that you can write to. I will add my personal experience here, though: if you write to them with something "small" like "I fear my prof is coming onto me", they may either tell you to suck it up, or, pretend like you just accused your professor of assaulting you. Unfortunately, these committees don't always work like they should, and are hard to get under control once you communicate them your troubles. I feel awful as I type this, I really don't want to dissuade people from talking to professionals, but I also feel like I have heard/had enough wayward experiences to put this as a risk. If you can, it would be for the best to check the reputation this committee has amongst feminist groups/RAs in your uni.

What you should _not_ do:

Subtly Very bluntly come out as a lesbian after inventing yourself a girlfriend "who goes to another uni" (in another CONTINENT) and talk about her almost all the time. Magically break up with her six months later when you are no longer an RA. It did work on my first RAship, but I felt like I was twelve and trying to be cool.

In any case, please, please don't keep these anxieties to yourself! It always helps to talk, especially on matters like this. I understand that the power dynamic between you and your prof. makes it extremely challenging to speak out, or to even process moments of unprofessionalism, but _trust me_, silence will not do you any good. Though I cannot help as much as your faculty may be able to, I am more than happy to listen to you. I know how hard this whole thing is, and I hope all gets resolved soon!

[partnersatfazbear]

FNAF Movie - Full Review / SPOILERS

Alright, my full review after seeing the film once in theatres, under the cut:

Let me preface by saying a few things. I've been a fan of the series since Sister Location and if you follow my blog, you know my main interests would be William and Henry going into the film. Let me say: Henry was not in the film. :( In fact, nothing of Fredbear's was even referenced. Yeah, we expected too much... You may also know how bleh I am towards Vanessa as a character, especially after her botched introduction in Security Breach. That doesn't change here. I went in expecting to hate her inclusion and as expected she adds nothing to the film. But let me start from the beginning..

The first ten minutes is so good. The opening feels like a horror movie and sets the tone really well. Characters, although many, are introduced fairly quickly, including a very stereotypical / evil Aunt Jen (Aunt Jane). Given her actress, I should have expected that... Luckily, she has such a minor role in the movie that it doesn't detract. In short, she wants custody of Abby and wants it now.

Michael was the shining star of this movie. Without his character being everything I'd ever want from a character, I would probably rate this movie way lower. He's a little brooding, he's fucking trying his damndest to raise Abby on his own, and the movie opens with him having major anger problems. PTSD does that to you, though.

Shortly after Michael beats up some guy walking off with his kid, we get to a meeting with his career counselor, Afton (under a different name I don't recall--it's shown a lot in the trailers). But before I say that, I wanna discuss where I thought the film was going... If you played the games you know William is Michael's father. That is NOT the case here, very very very much to my disappointment. When we see an angry father drag off a kid and Mike get upset about it, I thought perhaps it would allude to Michael's troubled childhood. Nope. He's got different problems, which aren't really bad, but I really wish they had kept that familial connection given the scene following with Mike and ("Not")Afton. William recognizes Mike's name, which at this point it's unclear why. If a fan goes into this, they already know William was going to say Schmidt--Michael's alias in the games. My thought here was maybe William abandoned his family and recognized Mike, but Mike didn't recognize him. Again, more on that later. Anyway, "Not"Afton invites Mike to a job at FNAF as a security guard, which due to the night shifts, Michael can't take yet.

But Aunt Jane is back trying to get custody (god, this trope is so badly used here, but it serves it's purpose) and so Mike HAS to take the job before he's evicted from his home and loses Abby. Abby also has some problems of her own. She wasn't around during Mike's life-changing incident, but she is his sister. Due to their parents splitting/dying/whatever I don't even remember it's so unimportant, Abby also isn't told about said incident. She draws a lot, too. (I loved being able to see a bit of my version of Charlotte in her, so that was nice!)

Note: Mike's Dream Theory book is not only plot relevant but a funny nod to the infamous FNAF 4 Dream Theory. Also, MatPat shows up as a waiter very briefly.

Mike takes his first shift, leaving Abby with a babysitter. I know her actress' face, but her character is like a slew of others about to be introduced as 90's slasher fodder. Mike's first night is mostly uneventful, but he takes his sleeping pills and puts on Sounds of the Trailer Park Nature tape and gets a nap in where he recalls a camping trip with his family (unnamed mother, father, and little brother Garret). Garret is quickly kidnapped in a car--and because it's so different from how Charlotte's death is portrayed in FNAF 2, I actually didn't put it together until the 2nd or 3rd short dream sequence. I can see some people not liking these sequences, but for me it made it feel more like it's own movie, it's own thing--it felt like an original horror film and I loved these sequences a lot. They don't overstay their welcome, either.

Now the film kinda goes downhill. Aunt Jane actively PLOTS to get MIke fired to win custody of Abby. It feels very cheesy and it's... kind of bad writing. It serves it's purpose as her character does, but it's a really low point for me. We see she's hired the Babysitter and Unnamed Man A to go trash Freddy's when Mike isn't there in hopes to get him fired. There are two other people as well. Unnamed Person B and Hank (or, Uncle Hank as he was called in casting). And no Hank is NOT Henry--he's just an adorable buff bear that screams like a girl and he's excellent for the short time he appears.

Proceed with them trashing Freddy's and having a nice, quick sequence of them all being picked off by the animatronics. There's good nods here, especially Chica in the kitchen. Chica is a bad ass bitch in this movie and I really enjoyed how everyone (except Freddy) had a pretty solid personality. Foxy even gets a bit of a run sequence, but this may have been later in the film...

Vanessa was introduced somewhere between all this, I don't remember. Everytime she's on screen she's like a paper doll (no complaints to her actress, she was great), but she's... Generic Cop Y. She chunks a few "Don't investigate, Mike"s and "This place's backstory, Mike!"s and that's her character for 99% of the film. Hate it, hated her inclusion from the start, and she TRIES to be romantic with Mike but luckily the movie's plot cuts her off really quick. There isn't a kiss scene or anything like that, but there's a scene where she wants to dance with him and another heart-to-heart that gets cut off by her police radio and both were so dull and boring I will not recap them as her character only serves to infodump to the audience (and Mike) and it's bland and I hate it.

Mike returns to the Pizzeria with his sister since the animatronics killed the babysitter, and she wanders off and makes friends with the animatronics. During this time, Mike starts seeing a group of five children in his dreams that shouldn't be there. We all know who they are and after an 80's style montage of Mike, Vanessa (again...), and Abby building a fort with the animatromos, we learn Vanessa knows who they are.

My wife and I both thought Vanessa would be like... Suzie's sister. You know, something kinda fun and different and help her relate to Michael more and have a stake in the movie. Nah, nah fam. Scott's bad writing shows badly with Vanessa and it gets worse.

I am skipping some stuff, but namely you should know that Mike almost leaves Abby with Aunt Jane forever after Vanessa threatens to literally shoot him if he brings her back after Abby almost dies activating Bonnie's guitar. It seems kinda odd, since Vanessa was encouraging Abby to play with them, but it's supposed to.

Mike goes back for another shift to investigate further with the dream children and knowing that Abby has been seeing the ghost children and talking to them. The children promise to show Mike who kidnapped Garret (again, you should've figured it out) if they offer up Abby. He agrees at first, but then he wakes up and is nearly killed by all the animatronics. I really miss the bit from the games where they wanna kill Mike because he looks like his father, not because Mike broke an arbitrary promise and the animatronic kids are evil (similar to the novels... There's a lot of novel influence here, and this INCLUDES a Golden Freddy kid who is basically FF's Andrew / TOYSKHK from UCN).

Vanessa rescues Mike off-screen and Mike returns to Freddy's with a taser after learning she's Afton's daughter. Yeah. Remember that old deleted / AR email "Vanessa A."? The movie tries to get you to think it's clever by naming her Shelley or something, but no, A COP is the daughter of a SERIAL KILLER. Not like game Afton, either, where he started killing with Charlotte. No, he killed Garret too. Why? Who fucking cares, the movie isn't gonna tell you because... why bother. Also I don't remember when it happens but Vanessa also explains the springlock suits when they find one in the storage of Freddy's that looks a lot like Eleanor / Baby. The springlocks themselves aren't as much like the novels / comics and more like a robotic ribcage that slams shut (think Saw 3's Angel Trap but in reverse).

Speaking of, in the intro to the movie we see a device that's basically a Freddy head with blades inside it where the user is strapped to a chair to have their face sawed off (as is the fate of Security Guard A). Never explained. Only shown again with Mike very late in the film and he escapes rather easily... I DON'T KNOW what the point of this Saw trap is except to provide trailer fodder! I wanted to believe it was the SCUPER, but guess fucking not. You could remove this from the film with literally NO CONSEQUENCES.

Abby finally stops throwing a fit and wakes up to meet Golden Freddy and a dead Aunt Jane (so much for her, I guess). This taxi just fucking ubers her and GF to Fredbear's. I guess the driver thought he was a creepy cosplayer, but the entire segment is played for laughs (which is fine, I guess) but also makes no sense. it's an excuse to get Abby to Freddy's and show off GF. Who, by the way, disappears as quickly as he appeared in the movie, which is kind of shitty considering how important he's played up in some of the original screenshots we saw.

Mike goes to save Abby at Freddy's, electrocuting a bunch of the animatronics with the tazer Vanessa gave him after saving him off screen and taking him back to the police station and info dumping. If she hadn't said that was where Mike was I would've thought it was still Freddy's TBH. Oh, Vanessa? She's not gonna help because she's "scared of her daddy" -.- Just fucking kill me Vanessa it's better than sitting through your shitty character.

Abby is nearly put into the Saw trap by Chica, but Mike saves her. However... THE BEST PART OF THE FILM IS HERE GENTLEMEN. Spring Bonnie finally makes his appearance.

William/Bonnie can somehow magically control the animatronics (it's not explained) and so they all start attacking again. Which is it? Mad at Mike? Want Abby for their kiddy carnival? Or William wants them to kill to build his found-family of child labor force? I DON'T KNOW, IT'S NOT EXPLAINED.

Spring Bonnie's intro is fucking glorious, but it is disappointing we didn't get to hear him hum the Toreador March. In fact, it isn't in the film anywhere that I recall.

Tangent for a second because the march song, the power down noise (despite the power going out 3 times during the film), and the Freddy bonk are ALL ABSENT. Key elements fans wanted to see... not here.

Vanessa tries to shoot daddeh but Spring Bonnie's bulletproof~ Fuck you, it's FNAF, I guess. (It's a bad ass scene though. And Lillard's Afton is everything I wanted. Just creepy enough to not be a Criminal Minds villain but just twitchy enough to be how I imagined William). In a tussle, Wiliam tries to strangle Vanessa (I audibly cheered for him--kill the bitch, Will) and he stabs her shortly after when he brandishes the knife on Mike. Thank God.

Abby shows the animatronics her drawing with Mike's instruction, revealing and reminding them that Afton / Spring Bonnie killed them. They all descent on him and when Cupcake takes a very familiar bite out of Spring Bonnie (see: Springtrap), the springlocks start going off. The animatronics cart off William to the back. Admittedly, I was a bit disappointed it wasn't MORE dramatic, but I think that it would have upped the rating... so I'll let it slide. Mike and Abby leave with Vanessa's "corpse".

Vanessa is in a coma at the hospital. Fuck this movie.

Mike and Abby are happy, although Abby misses her friends. Mike has learned to look forward instead of back, giving him a decent character arc. I think if Garret's killer had been random it would have been better... except my theory for FNAF 2 is that Garret may end up being our Puppet! I really hope that's the case!

There's a final scene of William in his FNAF 3 glory, twitching as Spring Bonnie and reaching out for the door closing on him, in a very "Hello, Zepp" theme kinda way. I LIVED FOR THIS IT WAS EXACTLY HOW YOU'D WANT IT AS A WILLIAM FAN. Andrew/TOYSKHK/GF ghost closes the door on him, showing that at minimum he hasn't moved on, although I suspect the others haven't either.

Only cut in to the credits is that taxi driver again. No post-credits scene of Springtrap. EVERYONE in my theatre stayed the entire time (Living Tombstone song was great) but we all left a little sad about that. It was one of many odd decisions plaguing this movie, but not entirely out of the realm of possibility if you have any experience with Scott's writing. So... I went in expecting the worst, wishing for some things we didn't get to see (FREDBEARS), BUT I left loving this movie. As my wife said if we had a No-Vanessa-Cut I'd give this movie a perfect 10/10 despite the odd writing choices. She's about 45% of those choices.

I hope they leave her for dead so we can watch a PERFECT movie for Part 2.

In conclusion, A-. Good acting, score, effects. Dialogue didn't come off wierd and there's a ton of fun references for fans. A mostly good story with some weird inclusions that slow down the pacing at times. Lack of post-credits scene was disappointing to all and lack of Fredbear's disappointing to all Willry shippers. Also, casuals may be annoyed at how little screentime William gets overall. Fans of the animatronics will die over this film--they shine with Henson's work behind them. Bonnie has toebeans. I love them. Spring Bonnie is a hulking behemoth and I wish he was shown more. Just go see the fucking movie, even if you aren't a fan of the games. It's a fun little romp.

EXTRA NOTES (rewatched on streaming):

I wonder if the Saw trap thing will get explained in a future installment. A big thing now having seen the film is how to set up part 2. If it's a prequel, Mike won't make sense. If it's a sequel, it changes the lore slightly.

THE PIXEL INTRO OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO MENTION IT. IT'S SO GOOD. I LOVE 'YELLOW RABBIT'

I was VERY confused on WHEN the movie took place on my first watch. There's a very minor establishing shot that reads 4/6/2000. Unsure if this date is / will be important. Luckily the use of VHS and flip phones does help give a timeframe as well. (Saw crossover, anyone?)

I really wish the ghost kids in the real world (namely, at the end in the Pizzeria and in the final shot of William) were transluscent. IDK if this was a stylistic or budget choice. It doesn't bother me in the dream sequences but it's a touch I wish was added for viewer clarity (a problem this movie and Scott's writing in general has)

I didn't get to rant about Spring Bonnie enough lol But one thing that really does show his power is how he tosses Mike around like a footballer and stomps like he owns the place. The other animatronics are very stilted and slow in comparison, showing the difference well between an animatronic and a springlock suit. I also LOVE how accurate the suit is to the few models we've seen of Spring Bonnie. It's bulky to hold a human, but it's also bulky to show William's power and ego. I can't remember if I mentioned before when he first shows up and has to adjust his stance to stand up straight--it's a very powerful and evoking moment! (Probably helps that Lillard is very tall to begin with...)

A small thing about streaming VS theatre: way easier to see details in the theatre. I highly recommend you experience this film on a big screen or a very large TV (our 50" is not enough). Also, alot of the backgrounds in the film are purposely blurred, which is kinda weird? But little things like the details on the chalkboard, the map in Not!Afton's office... you'll kind of miss that on home viewings.

I didn't say this enough but the lack of Fredbear's really sucks in the long run of letting this movie soak in. There is literally no mention of Henry, Fredbear, or the diner. Vanessa's photo is at the diner in question where the film takes place. I feel like it's a very personal decision on Scott's part to completely ignore Fredbear's (I even partially suspect because of blogs like mine with a specific ship in mind, but I won't read a lot into that as I have an anxiety disorder) But to completely disregard a big chunk of the lore that fans are really dying for feels a little like a slap on the wrist for spilling juice on a new carpet. Like, come on, Scott. This kinda sucks. It doesn't diminish my love for the film (or this continuity) but as a fan it really hurts. I don't think clarifying Fredbear's in any way, given us more insight to Henry or William, would harm everything, but it is what it is.

A minor detail I noted early on in my theatre watch was how all the Yellow Rabbit drawings are pretty centralized on the wall of drawings in the restaraunt. Not only does it draws the viewer's eye (especially an unsuspecting viewer's) but it adds to William's narcissism / ego as a character. If you look at it in that light, the scene with Abby ripping down the drawing is way more impactful!!

[tagedeszorns]

Tsu'gan and Dak'ir being themselves

I am currently reading the collected Salamanders-books by Nick Kyme. I like him as he strives for consistent world building and adds a lot of details to the Warhammer-universe that make it more vivid.

I wish he would write more for the (Heresy-era) Emperor's Children, who need an author who takes the trouble to look behind the facade. He proved that he is great at this in the short stories "Imperfection" and "Chirurgeon", both are highlights of EC-Heresy-storytelling. Along with Chris Wraight's great insights into Eidolon's haughty mind.

I want to draw more of Kyme's Salamanders. And more of his bad-guysChaos-Salamanders!

If I really wanted to be petty, I would suggest that Kyme may be a little unsubtle in naming his villains. I mean, should Tu'Shan really have given a librarian named "Nihilan" any position of responsibility? And does a Second In Command named "Iagon" sound trustworthy?

But that's really all I have to gripe about. And not even that really bothers me.

Because the really good things outweigh the bad by far! Kyme also gives his villains a personality apart from their professional villainy and doesn't turn them into disgusting monsters in order to make it clear to the last reader that this is evil (or broccoli, as Mermaid Man would say). No, his villains have backgrounds and development. There is no switch flipped that suddenly turns 100% line-faithful Astartes into Chaos Marines, but one can comprehend and understand.

Ah yes, just good reading material!

[kireoppi]

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☆ i am mentally ill in one way or another, though i am completely undiagnosed.

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[iztopher]

FOR THE ASK GAME

Teijal 👻👽🦾💝💔🪢🔪🌟

Galahad 🧸🦾😺

Rhen 🫂📓💝

Beatrice 👻🌟🥇

(I realise this is a lot lol but if you want you can just answer the teijal ones!! Also for any of them you may add a random headcanon if you so desire)

saw this ask and said to danny out loud "when nobody else has got me xzoni has got me" THANK U!!!!

LONG POST INCOMING LOL

Te'ijal

👻 A headcanon about what scares them: death! or rather, ceasing to exist. mortality. she's sooo used to being immortal she's existential and terrified of anything else. similarly, the people she cares about dying. loneliness in general doesn't scare her, but loneliness because she's lost the people she's close to does.

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs: everything Te'ijal does is a weird quirk let's be real here. I never have opportunity to put this into stuff I'm working on (I should draw it sometime) but I like to think she likes hanging upside down.

🦾 A disability headcanon: hm. how very interesting that you sent me this for Te'ijal and Galahad /j. I've got one and a half - one for canonverse (well, any verse) and half of one specifically for modern AUs! my canonverse is a developmental disability, autistic Te'ijal is my everything. for modern AU specifically - uhh I don't know if this actually counts as a disability because there's certainly a lot of overlap but it like, depends a lot, I think (at least based on personal experience) but I like to be self indulgent and make her a cancer survivor (probably a blood related one. nooo I'm not projecting I prommy).

💝 A headcanon about their love language: quality time... no surprise from the immortal I am sure

💔 An angsty headcanon: okay, hi, yes, so that thing about her being terrified of death? about that? I think she is like, genuinely super fucked up over the tower scene. I think it shook up her relationship w/ Galahad a little bit, and Gyendal significantly, and I'm not sure how thoroughly she lets herself think about it. I think she has trouble sleeping in rooms with windows ever since and wakes up way earlier than she'd realistically need to. Honestly on my far away wishlist to one day write is a fic exploring this as a traumatic event for her and the fallout of it because like - Yeah. Yeah.

🪢 A headcanon about their family: she and Gyendal are kind of sort of twins! they both came into existence as fully fledged vampires, born out of people's belief in the existence of vampires. they emerged from the same tomb together on the same night.

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence: BITE BITE MAIM MAIM KILL KILL. I love the idea of her using her bow and arrow to hunt humans the same way a human hunter would kill like, deer. Overall the idea of extrapolating her eating humans to actively hunting them is delightful to me.

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes: I think Te'ijal like... wants to figure out how to bridge her fondness for humanity and her love of being a vampire. I think she feels kind of stuck between the two and is constantly trying to find ways to anchor herself to humanity. I headcanon she turned Beatrice in an attempt to find someone to share this middle ground with and it backfired because Beatrice liked being a vampire a little too much, so then she turned Galahad who seemed the guarantee of the exact opposite hoping he'd come around and meet her in the middle.

Galahad

🧸 A headcanon about their childhood: My Galahad childhood headcanon is the backstory Rhenegade gives him, aka an orphan raised by a religious order in Sedona who became the squire of a paladin as a young teen and the rest is history. I think as a result of this he had pretty much zero friends until he was a preteen, but on a conscious level he is not bothered by this because he was content to socialize with the caring but admittedly aloof adult figures he spent his time around. this is, in no small part, part of why he is Like This.

🦾 A disability headcanon: same snide joke as for Te'ijal! I'm almost bummed that these are highlighting the same headcanon essentially, but also I love talking abt it, so, developmental disability, this man is autistic.

😺 An animal related headcanon: he learned how to ride a horse as part of his paladin training! but he is not good with animals and he does not really do it ever.

Rhen

🫂 A friendship headcanon: I think she was originally friends with and looked up to Te'ijal and Elini when they both joined the party, but gets some distance from them after everything happens with Galahad and John, respectively. She's still friends with them, but it's more awkward/strained and no longer has this starry eyed "look at these competent and cool adults" element anymore.

📓 A headcanon about their hobbies: I really like the idea of a bookish, daydreamy Rhen. That, admittedly, is originally from Rhenegade, so for one of my own, I think she and her friends/family used to go camping growing up and she really enjoyed it! I like the idea of a Rhen

💝 A headcanon about their love language: Hmmm probably quality time and words of affirmation. I think Rhen really wants to know she's being seen for who she is by someone who loves her, and things like really apt compliments or assurances she was hoping for, and spending time with her, are good ways to accomplish that.

Beatrice

👻 A headcanon about what scares them: Oh man this is fun because this is not one I've ever considered for her before. I think Beatrice is afraid of losing her influence, and of not being listened to. This definitely manifests more as anger and a desperate, manipulative bid to get back in control, however.

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes: I think she deliberately became a vampire to gain supernatural powers! I think she likes being in control, not just of her life, but whatever situation she's in.

🥇 A headcanon about what they’re best at: I don't think Beatrice has any innate magical ability, but I think she has a lot of knowledge and skills that come pretty much as close as she can get. She stands out to me as an Aveyond character I see as skilled with magic without technically having any.

[parkerdoesparkour]

-You Look Just Like Your Mom w/ Jade Leech-

Sometimes ‘I love you’ is said a little differently. In this case, Jade tells Titania he thinks she looks similar to her favorite person.

“This picture looks different than your others,” Jade says. He studies the array of framed photos Titania had taken with her ghost camera. They were mostly of her and her first year friends, with a surplus of pictures with Grim, and quite a few featuring himself as well. But a newer one she’d hung in between his visits had a different vibe to it. It depicts a lone woman sitting in a chair with a refined air around her. She looks directly at Jade as he investigates her photo, and he can’t help but notice a few striking similarities between the woman and Titania. 

Titania comes to stand beside him and when she notices where he’s looking, she smiles. “Oh, that’s not a photo. Theseus drew it.”

Jade hummed at the mention of Theseus. He came from the same world as her and was very much a rock for her when she grew tired of running errands for Crowley. “It’s very well done,” Jade comments. “May I ask who it is?”

“Ah,” Titania’s breath catches in her throat and she looks away from the drawing. She never liked talking about her past much, and since Theseus had gone through all the trouble of hand drawing the woman, Jade assumes she must be someone important to Titania’s previous life. 

“You don’t have to tell me, you know,” he adds, his voice soft as he reaches to brush her knuckles with him. She smiles and leans her head against his arm before speaking. 

“Her name was Elmira. She was… she was my mother,” Titania admits. “For a long time, she raised me on her own. Before she remarried, I mean, so we were really close and… I mentioned to Theseus about missing her so he drew me a picture to hang up with the others.” 

Jade is silent for a moment, letting Titania catch her breath and blink away the tears he knew she wants him to ignore. While he does, he also hugs her closer to him and rests his chin on top of her head so she can feel his heartbeat. “She must have been a wonderful person,” he finally says. “After all, you turned out so wonderful.”

Titania laughs and snuggles farther into his chest. “Yeah,” she agrees. “I really admired her.”

“You look just like your mother, you know,” he says. “You have the same curls. And her eye shape is similar to your’s. Plus, your noses look almost identical.” 

“...You really think so?” 

He nods. “I bet you take after her a lot more than you realize. I wish I could have met her.” 

“That’s sweet,” she smiles, “but I don’t know if Mom would have liked you.”

“How rude,” Jade teases. “I’ll have you know, I am a delightful person to be around. I’m sure your mother and I would have gotten along wonderfully.”

“Oh, Jade,” Titania says, “she hated mushrooms.”

“...Hm.”

Titania roars with laughter at his sudden change in tone and he can’t help but feel a little victorious at having managed to cheer up without Grim’s help. Still, he’ll need to really think about how someone could possibly dislike mushrooms. I mean, can you even imagine that!?

[casterisks]

garmadad content for the destiny swap au

[mym-senpai]

Repost because Tumblr is a meannie ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノ

Pairing : Akaashi x fem!reader. BUT the focus is more on Akaashi, Bokuto, Kuroo and Kenma as a (chaotic) friend group !

Summary : Akaashi is about to introduce you to his closest friends. He hopes that everything will go smoothly but deep down he knows that when your friends are Kuroo, Kenma and Bokuto, things rarely go according to the plan.

Warning : none really. It’s chaotic because I live for chaos. My super introvert friend (hiii hellooo heyy ! If your read this thank you again for your feedback) said that Bokuto tired them out just by reading him (just like in canon). So I guess if you are super introvert beware to be drained from all your energy. Also you may want to fight Kuroo and wipe his grin off his face, but like always no ?

A/N : This is my contribution to the A First Time For Everything Collab by the lovely @suckerforsugawara aka Lexi ! This is also my first time sharing and most importantly writing , so I hope you will enjoy it. Also thanks again to my bestie Iija for being my dear beta-reader, your feedback means a lot (go read her work people it's @ffsg0jo !)

word count : 4,6 k (sorry)

“We may have to wait for some time.” Akaashi warned his friends, absentmindedly twisting his fingers, his anxiety level obviously rising. “She may be a little bit late.”

“We are literally 20 min early. Why on earth would she already be here.” Interjected an over-the-top dramatic Kuroo.

“What do you mean TWENTY MINUTES early?? Are you telling me that we CLEARLY had enough time to stop at the purikura to take some awesome pictures? I really wanted to do it and yall said nah!” Betrayal and hurt were written all over the equally dramatic owlish man face. But neither Akaashi nor Kuroo had the time to address the moody ace’s complaint because of a lower but colder voice entering the game.

“That’s absurd Kenma, twenty minutes! T-W-E-N-T-Y, it’s not enough for a full or even a partial battery charge.”

“That’s absurd Kenma, twenty minutes! T-W-E-N-T-Y, it’s not enough for a full or even a partial battery charge.”

“Way enough for me tho.”

“You know what, WHATEVER. There is no way, hear me out, no way that you will spend your time playing instead of interacting with her!”

Anticipating an attack, Kenma strongly grabbed his phone in his pocket for protection purpose. “I do what I want.”

“It’s rude.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Is not.”

High-schooler behavior. Thought Akaashi, too unbothered to interrupt the duo, or rather too preoccupied to trouble himself playing their game.

“WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR SWITCH, you still have your phone anyway!!” lamented a dejected Bokuto. “Nee Akaasheee why did you say no when you knew we obviously have enough time ??”

Oh, please no, not Emo Bokuto. Are we back in high school??? Akaashi was deep in thought, no emotion showing, mind racing to hastily find an adequate answer. And he really had to be fast before Kuroo opened his mouth and aggravated the situa -

“AS IF YOU ARE ABLE TO TAKE ONE PICTURE OF YOURSELF IN LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES??? And you want us to believe that you would be able to take five group pictures, add custom drawings and writings, pay, and print it in just twenty minutes?”

Oh no, too late.

“I am totally capable of doing everything you just said, you hater.” He was too boisterous, Akaashi didn’t like that, not at all. “You know what let’s go now. If we run, we can be there in less than five minutes. AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I can do all this in only fifteen minutes.” Dumbfounded. There were no other words to describe Kuroo and Akaashi’s reaction. Hence their silence and lack of action. “COME ON LET’S GO. We are losing time. You’re doing this on purpose Kuroo, you cheater! »

“Bokuto.”

“Yes Kenma.”

Kenma was too apathetic while Bokuto was too hyped, which presages nothing good for the latter’s mood. “Five minutes already passed. Plus, it may take us five minutes to go but also five minutes to come back. So, we only will have five minutes to take the pictures. And it’s the weekend, all the high school girls are out and queuing to do their own pictures. Let it go.” Silence again.

Kuroo was avoiding Akaashi’s death glare. He was aware that he spilled the tea and caused this whole drama. Kenma was on edge, Bokuto was … clearly sniffing and nearly sobbing and Akaashi was ready to kill him because you would be welcomed in this sour mood. But no worry, after all, he is the famous and lovely Kuroo Tetsuro. As ‘Japan Volleyball Association Sports Promotion Division Representative’, he got to polish and refine his favorite skill of his: smooth talking. “Well then just fifteen minutes left to wait. Not that bad uh. Still better than one eternity.” A loud silence was his only answer. “You know guys, like in SpongeBob. ’One eternity later’. ” Silence again sprinkled with judgy glares. Ouch. He might need to level up his game apparently.

Oh, it’s going to be a long afternoon. You know what, lost for lost… “Actually, we still have to wait twenty minutes.” Blatantly admitted Akaashi who was already tired.

“Say sike now Akaashi, because we clearly agreed on twenty minutes because of these two-man children.” Dramatic Kuroo was back.

“Kuro.”

“Yes Kenma.”

“You’re a man child too.”

Enlighten by this new piece of information, Kuroo turned his head toward Akaashi so fast that the four of them heard a pop. “Akaashi, I can’t believe it. You. YOU, the responsible one, do not trust me?”

So dramatic, it made Akaashi roll his eyes. “No, I do not”.

Kuroo’s gasp was loud. “Care to tell me why so?”

“The Hakone Trip.” The three other men responded with one voice and no hesitation.

“I THOUGHT WE AGREED TO NEVER TALK ABOUT THE HAKONE TRIP EVER AGAIN!”

PING

A notification. Akaashi could ignore Kuroo and Bokuto’s antics much to his delight.

As he was about to answer, he got interrupted by his former schoolmate. “Is that her??? Are you going to call her?? Can I say hello?? If not tell her I say hello.”

“I am just going to answer her text Bokuto-san. She will be there in 20 min, you can wait.” Getting ready to unlock his phone, he was once again interrupted.

“Since when is this your background?? I thought it was a picture of some onigiri from Onigiri Miya that ‘you adore so much but can't have here in Tokyo’.” interrogated Kuroo.

“Yes, it was.”

“Why did you change? Last time we took a dope group picture and refuse to set it as your new Lock Screen.”

Unphased, he unlocked his phone. “Bold of you to assume I want to see your face every time I check my phone.”

“You didn’t answer the question tho.” Kuroo was still behind his back.

“Have you ever heard the expression curiosity killed the cat?” Akaashi tried to focus on his two priority tasks: responding to you and ignoring his annoying friend.

“But satisfaction brought it back.” Completed Kuroo boldly.” Soooo, why? Usually, change is not really your forte?”

“Please Akaashi just answer otherwise he won't shut up and we are spending the whole afternoon with him.” Kenma intervened, as direct as ever.

Your exchange was over, he has no excuse to not answer. “Y/n saw the picture and asked me to change. It made her hungry and eager to try some, but she can’t yet because they are only available in Ōsaka.”

Kuroo sported a sly smile that made Akaashi’s blood boiled. But thankfully, before the former had the chance to add his sarcastic input, Bokuto asked:” So you choose a volleyball picture! Where is it from? It looks cool !!”

“I asked Udai-sensei if he could doodle something really quick and that’s what he proposed.”

“Wait, so it’s custom? It’s even cooler. Do you think he would be okay to draw me while I spike? I want a cool Lock Screen too.”

“I can still as-”

PING

“Y/n again?”

“Yes Bokuto-san, just let me answer her question quickly.” As he was typing, the two older men got closer to him, close enough to be able to sneak a glance at his screen. But discretion was never one of their qualities. “Are you two for real? You are reading my conversation without asking ??”

“And you, you are checking her grammar. You’re a bigger nerd than I am!” snorted Kuroo.

“Don’t be like that Kuroo, Akaashi has been checking my grammar and my kanji since high school. It’s really helpful.” advanced Bokuto to a not-so-convinced Kuroo.

“She is a foreigner. She asked me to do so to help her get better at communicating.”

“You see, told you so.” Bokuto was proud. “Now I don’t care about grammar.”

“Yeah, no joke.” Kuroo couldn’t restrain himself.

Bokuto ignored him. In fact, nobody paid him any attention. “Show me her contact picture, this is more interesting.”

Akaashi complied capturing his two older friends’ attention one more time.

“Wait, it’s a drawing, again?” Bokuto was perplexed.

“Of an anime character.” Added Kuroo also in disarray.

His interest having been peaked, Kenma detached his gaze from his phone and looked at the picture. “Oh, it’s Inosuke from Kimetsu no Yaiba. He’s pretty popular. Quite surprised she didn’t choose a Hashira tho.”

“Her favorite character is indeed a Hashira. But she said she had a spiritual connection with Inosuke’s lack of braincells. Therefore, it’s a good fit for her contact picture.”

“So, she chose her contact picture, and you did what she told you to ?” Asked Kuroo with a shit-eating grin.

Akaashi remembered why in high school he nicknamed Kuroo ‘Pain-in-the-ass Kuroo-san’. And he started second guessing his decision of inviting Kuroo to this first meeting as the bad feeling in the back of his mind became more and more prominent. But before he got the time to respond, Bokuto talked again. “The drawing is nice and all. But, man, I really wanted to see what she looks like.”

“Bokuto we are literally going to see her in fifteen minutes from now.”

“I know Kenma. But what if she is pretty?" Even if they didn’t understand where he was going, they let him keep talking anyway. “I mean, clearly if Akaashi enjoys talking with her it means that she is somehow intellectually stimulating, quick-witted and highbrow.”

The others were exchanging puzzled looks. Since when did Bokuto know expressions such as ‘intellectually stimulating’ or ‘highbrow’? Kuroo was the first to talk. “How can you say that when you just learned that Inosuke is her spirit animal? On her contact picture she even added ‘No thoughts head empty’.”

“My sisters always say that in order to know whether you think or not, you actually have to be sharp, like you know, think a lot and be supersmart and all.”

Sometimes Bokuto-san is scaringly brilliant, thought Akaashi. Well, he always has been, how to phrase it, ‘emotionally intelligent’ but guessing that rapidly like that …

“Akaashi, I don’t like your silence at all. I am correct, right???” Bokuto started to get agitated again.

“You do worry for nothing Bokuto-san. She is quite easy-going.” tried to reassure Akaashi.

“SO, YOU’RE SAYING THAT SHE IS INTELLIGENT A-N-D COOL? No sorry, can’t do that!”

“Since when are you intimidated by girls Bokuto?” Asked Kuroo. “Usually, your sheer stupidity grants you an amazing boldness. Where is it now? “

“Kuroo, my bro, my guy, my dude. Yes, my coolness comes for my shining and stunning personality but mostly from my incredible volleyball skills and my magnetizing presence on the court. We are literally in the middle of the street. THE STREET. I am not in my element to impress a cool, intelligent, AND pretty girl. Try to follow please.“

“Bokuto, my friend, my brother, homie. Akaashi never said that she was pretty. Right Akaashi? “

Damn. Does Kuroo have a special power or something like that to always choose the answer that will worsen the situation? Thought Akaashi at lost for words while three pairs of eyes were fixing him in anticipation. I should not lie to them as they are going to see by themselves in ten minutes how beautiful y/n is. But if I say so now, chaos will ensue.

“Oh my god. You are right bro.”  Kuroo’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet.

“I AM OUT!” Bokuto was a mess.

“Hell, no you are not.” Kenma cut the both of them.

Akaashi was relieved. Finally, a voice of reason. Somebody in my corner in this terrible situation.

“You stay here and I peace out.” In less than ten words, Kenma managed to destroy all of Akaashi’s hopes. “Only one of us can be absent. Otherwise, it’s rude.”

“Oh yeah, now you’re concerned about what is rude and what is not, REALLY?” Kuroo strikes back not intimidated by Kenma’s deadly glare.

“And why are you the one who gets to leave and avoid being humiliated ???” Bokuto was still a mess.

“Both of you are extroverted. I am not. You’ll find a way to deal with the situation.”

“You literally stream thrice a week for I don’t even know for how many people. What are you even talking about ??” Kuroo won’t back down.

“Yeah, you said it. Stream. Online. In my room. Not in face of actual people. And certainly not talking face to face with a ‘cool, intelligent, and pretty girl’. So cut me some slack, would you ??”

“Heck no. I am the one leaving.” Kuroo theatrically placed his hands on Bokuto’s shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. “Bokuto you are panicking for nothing. We all know it. You love meeting new people. And y/n being all that is just a plus in your book. So, focus please. Like just chill.” He then turns towards Kenma. “As for you. Stop being a child. And work on your anxiety. Meeting y/n right now is a good exercise.”

“Stop trying to be so sly and just let me leave, Kuro.”

“I AM LEAVING KENMA NOT YOU.”

“But you love meeting new people too. What are you even talking about? We are friends with most of our friends because you can’t shut your big mouth.”

“Kenma. Listen carefully. Since when am I able to talk with girls?”

With that, Kenma, knowing Kuroo so well, had no conter argument to offer and simply went silenced. After some time though Bokuto let a weak: “Bro stop caping.”

“Bo. Why do you think Nekoma had no manager while I was captain??”

“Kuroo, that was 6 years ago.” Bokuto tried to rationalize.

“And no girl wanted to be our manager because you, goofball, discussed with Yaku and Kai what your type of girl was. In the middle of the fricking class. And so loudly. The words passed among girls of all classes each school year. And they all agreed to not be in contact with the volleyball club because of that. You were even fighting with Yaku about hair length. How embarrassing. Nothing to do with you per se.” Kenma was merciless. “Also. You talk with Alisa just fine.”

Kuroo started laughing. “Alisa? Alisa Haiba as in Lev’s older sister ??” Kenma nodded which made Kuroo laugh even more hysterically. He was even holding his ribs. But after some time, he calmed himself down. “So, you’re talking about LEV’S SISTER who is as easygoing as he is, which is a real plus, but also as much of an airhead as him. Don’t get me wrong. Bokuto is my best bro, so we can say I have a soft spot for this kind of people. But it is stupidly easy to talk with her and even if I say the most stupid or cringey things ever, most, if not all of it goes way over her head. And she lets things slide because we are Lev’s friends. I mean, even you, Kenma, you’re somewhat friend with her, and since high school for the matter.” Kenma was silent again, but Kuroo kept talking. “No for example Tora’s little sister, you know Akane, the sport journalist?”

“YEAH. She made a really cool article about me last season. She perfectly described my over the world strength and al-“

“Well.” Kuroo interrupted Bokuto who was going on a never-ending tangent. “As a representative for the Japan Volleyball Association Sports Promotion Division, I got to work with her. It’s been seven years that we know each other but she still looks at me with disdain in her eyes just like in high school. None of my jokes are landing, can you believe it?”

It’s your jokes the problem. Thought Akaashi and by the look on Kenma’s face he wasn’t the only one to think so.

The later sighed hard and sarcastically added. “Kuro. Stop being a child. And work on your speaking skills with girls. Meeting y/n right now is a good exercise.” It was Kuroo’s turn to glare at his childhood friend.

“You know what. I have a great idea.” It was Bokuto talking which make Akaashi’s blood turned iced-cold. “Akaashi.” Bokuto turned towards his old friend. “My favorite kōhai.” He sported a way too forced bright smile. “You who always know what must be done for the good of the team.” His tone was sickeningly sweet.” How about, you just cancel the meeting? Tell y/n that something came up last minute, will you?”

“Bokuto-san. She will be there in five minutes. She knows we are here already. I am NOT cancelling anything because of your last minutes doubts. She really wants to meet you and I really want you to meet her.”

Akaashi’s tone was firm. And Bokuto saw that this meeting was particularly important for his dear friend, so he backed down. A little bit only. “How about we invite somebody else who will be able to talk with her?” Bokuto took his phone out. “I’m calling Tsukki. He’s smart, it will do the charm.”

Kuroo facepalmed. “Bokuto, he lives in Sendai. And he never picks up his phone when we call him. What are you thinking?”

“I’ll call Shōyō. Everybody loves him. He gets along with everyone and can talk to anybody.” Kenma was looking at his phone ready to call Hinata.

“What?? Bokuto, I get it, it’s like the norm. But you too Kenma? Why are you not using your brain? We’re off season. Chibi-chan is spending time with his family. IN SENDAI !!” Kuroo was loud again which could be seen as a good thing, maybe.

Kenma put his phone back in his pocket, but Bokuto was still looking at his contact list. “Okay. Fair enough. But I found the perfect candidate: Atsumu!”

“Are you talking about your doofus of setter who tripped on thin air during a meet and greet in front of hundreds of people and TV cameras?” Kuroo was snarky.

“Yeah exactly!! Tsumtsum is really nice and, hum funneeeee and -”

“He is as much of a cataclysm as I am.” Kuroo did not even let Bokuto finish his sentence. “And also. One more time. We’re off season. He’s spending time with his brother in ŌSAKA.”

“Oh yeah right. I forgot my bad. Just let me think a bit... Okay! I have the real deal. I don’t know why I didn’t think about him first. He is really intelligent and classy.” The others were attentive. “I am of course talking about the one and only OmiOmi!!”

Kuroo took a deep breath pinching his nose. “Are you talking about Sakusa-san, your teammate, right now?”

“Yeah, Sakusa, OmiOmi same person. AND HE LIVES IN TOKYO.” Bokuto was boisterous.

Kuroo stance stayed unchanged. “So. You’re in deed talking about Sakusa-san. The SAKUSA-SAN who hates meeting new people ? No I am not fair, wait.” He stopped talking and faked behind deep in thought. “You’re suggesting the SAKUSA-SAN who hates spending times with other people, aren't you ??”

Bokuto abruptly deflated and put his phone away. “Oh yeah never mind.”

Silence ? With Bokuto-san and Kuroo? I don’t like. The situation is going from bad to worse. I am not serene at all, it is too quiet for my liking. And sadly, for Akaashi’s nerves, he was right. Suddenly the three of them became restless.

“AGAASHEEE. I NEED TO KNOW ON A SCALE FROM KUROO’S FACE TO AS BEAUTIFUL AS MY SPIKE WHERE DO YOU PLACE Y/N BEAUTY?”

Kuroo was too panicked to be offended but Akaashi talked before him. “Please do not ask such stupid questions Bokuto-san. I beg you.”

Kuroo noticed Akaashi’s ears, neck and even face becoming a little bit red and decided to launch the attack that he had been plotting for twenty minutes now. “IS Y/N YOUR GIRLFRIEND?”

Akaashi’s eyes went wide open before saying: “You know what. I’d rather you ask all your stupid questions before she gets there.”

“I just ask because if it’s the case, we would all be less awkward.” Lied Kuroo.

“Can you shut up, you dork. We have more urgent matter now.” Kenma was not joking anymore. “Akaashi. Are you sure that -”

“AGAASHEE ANSWERS ME FIRST.”

“Don’t interrupt me you owl !!” Kenma was practically hissing.

“HOW ABOUT YOU ANSWER ME FIRST?” Kuroo was not letting it slide.

It is so chaotic. What can I say or even do? I really want this first meeting to go smoothly. Yes, I, hm, let’s be honest with myself, do care deeply about y/n. When she asked me to meet my friends because she wants to get to know this side of my life, I was ecstatic. But maybe it was not the right time yet. I had a bad feeling since quite some time now. And my simpleton of friends all decided to go crazy without any way to calm them down. And y/n will be there at any moment now. Maybe I should have cancelled it like Bokuto-san suggested it.

“Yeah, you should answer his question first. How about that?”

This voice. Oh, this sweet, sweet voice. Akaashi suddenly became as white as a ghost and his friends quiet. Please, may my guess be wrong. I don’t want to check. But do I really have a choice here? He turned around slowly towards the source of the playful comment. He tried to collect himself, hoping from the bottom of his heart that it was just a weirdo overhearing and interrupting their conversation. A weirdo with a lovely voice. And now that it was about to face this person, an equally lovely perfume and a an equally lovely face and lovely smile and -

“Hi Keiji.” No. It was indeed you, y/n. In all your glory.

Kuroo, you are living your last moment on earth, Akaashi thought to himself even though Kuroo was still able to sense the murderous vibes. But seriously, how can I stay mad when she is there with a big smile and shaking her hand to say hello visibly a little bit shy. Just so cute.

“Hello y/n.” He tried his best to respond with a smile that wouldn’t let his thought be readable. But guessing by the others’ face, he might have had a grin as foolish as a clown’s. Or in his mind, as foolish as Kuroo’s.

“What was the question tho?” You spoke again and he suddenly went back to reality.

“Sorry what?” Damn I should stop daydreaming when she talks to me.

“The question.”

Akaashi blinked hard but did not answer.

You kept going. “The question your friend with the black hair wants you to answer. I didn’t hear it”

Akaashi turned towards his friends. Jaw tensed. Fists clenched. Kuroo was scared for his life and tried to hide behind Bokuto and Kenma, but in vain as he was taller than the two. He understood that his survival relied on his capacity to ‘shut his big mouth’. In fact, they all understood that their lives were on the line.

Akaashi replaced his focus solely on you. “Nothing important really. Do not worry. And I think he knows the answer by now anyway.”

“Oh okay.” You tilted your head to the side and threw a puzzled look to the three strangers.

“Right.” Akaashi gently took your arm before letting it go once he situated both of you in front of his friends. “So, this is Bokuto-san, Kuroo and Kenma. I already told you about them, so you know the basic info.” He tried to offer you a reassuring smile. “Guys this is -”

“I am l/n y/n. But please call me y/n. I am not used to begin addressed with my last name!” You offered a big smile. “Nice to meet you all. Thank you in advance for your care” you bowed slightly expecting them to talk back as they seemed quite lively before your arrival. But to your surprise they stayed quiet.

Not a silence again. Please. I am so wary of their silence. Usually Bokuto-san and Kuroo can’t shut up. Their silence is most of the time a bad omen. I don’t like that at all. This whole situation is already a farce. Can they be what is the closest to normal for them?  Was Akaashi able to see the future? He sometimes wondered himself as his friends all started acting at the same time as if it was part of a scheme.

“AKAASHIII. OH MY GOD. SHE IS INDEED INSANELY PRETTY.” Bokuto started shaking his hand excitedly. “HELLO. I am so happy to meet you !!”. He was nearly jumping on the spot. “Please, please!! Can we go to a purikura? I WANT TO TAKE PICTURES WITH YOU !!!”

Kenma took advantage of Bokuto’s excitement to hide behind him and immediately take his phone out of his pocket. He was about to start a game when Kuroo took a hold of his phone while saying. “Oh no it’s our pleasure to be with you, y/n. Right Kenma.”

Kenma cringed because of Kuroo’s tone. How did the date sim the Nekoma team played back then described Kuroo’s voice? Oh yeah ‘your voice and way of talking scream scrappy personality’. Welp, it seems that Kuroo was not lying when he said that since high school no improvement were noticeable as for talking with girls. But, was Kenma any better as his first reflex was to hide and start playing a game on his phone, exactly like in high school ...  **

Kenma was not the only one to cringe. Akaashi for sure was also suffering. What the hell was that? I can’t decide who was the worst. Kenma who totally avoided her. Kuroo and his weird ass way of talking. Or Bokuto who is so upfront. Please can I have a miracle? Can the ground swallow me whole so I won’t have to endure this afternoon which will for sure be a long, agonizing and cringe inducing hell?

His thoughts were interrupted by an angelic sound, your laugh. “Your description was really accurate Keiji.” You scooted closer to him.

“Oh, by the way, you can play with your phone if you’re not comfortable yet, Kenma-san. Take your time don’t worry.” Kenma shot a look at Kuroo meaning ‘I told you so’ and took back his phone.

“And I assure you Kuroo-san that the pleasure is more than shared. ” Kuroo snorted at your clear imitation of his way of talking. Were you already making fun of him? Right in front of his salad. He accepted the unspoken challenge, and he wouldn’t have any mercy.

“Also, I’d love to take picture with you Bokuto-san. Please teach me how to do your signature ‘Bokuto Beam’ so when I’ll be attending your match, we will be twinning every time you score.”

“HEY HEY HEY!! I WILL TEACH YOU ALL MY CELEBRATION POSES Y/N. You’re gonna be so cool cheering for me in the bleachers. OOOH, you should also wear my jersey. TsumTsum gonna be so jealous. Maybe even OmiOmi. AND YOU SHOULD MEET HINATA TOO. He’s my pupil. I am so proud of him.”

The atmosphere was finally enjoyable. Is this thanks to Bokuto natural energy or is it your energy this time ? Wondered Akaashi. But when you laughed again his heart knew the answer. I can’t believe that not even five minutes ago, I wanted to go away from what I foresaw as a hellish afternoon. How wrong I was.

“So how about we head to a purikura! The one in the arcade so we can also play games after?” You were so thrilled. “OOOH and we could stop at a cafe nearby. I crave something sweet like strawberry shortcake or an apple pie. Or perhaps something with matcha?” In your excitement, you grabbed Akaashi’s arm with both your hands. Looking up to Akaashi with a bright smile you eventually said: “Shall we go Keiji?”

Seeing his friends and you so enthusiast reassured Akaashi. For once, I am so happy to have been proven wrong. You squeezed his arm while walking and chatting with Bokuto and Kuroo making him smile softly. Yes, this is going to be a lovely afternoon.

[skelemira]

Since Hyper asked for Bad Sanses hcs,,, 👉👈 Star Sanses hcs??? Also feel free to extend the trio to add Outer or anyone else!!

Ough

I gotchu boo <3333

Star Sanses Hcs incominggggggg

Blue is ever so slightly juuuuuuust a little bit plant obsessed. And by that I mean his house is a jungle and he made a community garden and handles a lot of the upkeep for it. He's actually really good at taking care of them, he has a very green thumb and he lovingly cares for all his plants. His favourites are the herbs, and he loves drying herbs and using them in recipes. He also studies medicinal plants and makes little remedies for his friends when they've got insomnia or anxiety or an upset stomach. I'm totally not projecting here bc I'm totally not fascinated by an herbs class I'm taking rn XDDD (I am kind of projecting with the green thumb though bc a lot of my plants are dying DX)

Dream loves to go swimming. He loves going to the beach, but lakes are also very nice, just anywhere that he can just sit on a floatie and just look at the sky and float along. Lazy rivers at water parks are his absolute favourite, and he does sometimes fall asleep on them. He can sometimes convince Blue to go along with him and they just chat and watch the clouds go by.

Ink (the real reason you requested the star Sanses huh Saph XDDDD I know what you're up to) is a bit of an adrenaline junkie. He does like to do activities like rollercoasters or sky diving, because if he forgets what he's doing, it doesn't put him in danger, because he's not in control of what he's doing. Plus, when he goes skydiving, he can surf through the clouds on Broomy. And that just looks hecka cool.

Now for some x reader hcs~

Blue isn't usually much one for cuddling but whenever you're doing anything and you have a hand free he can and will grab it every single time, interlacing your fingers and rubbing his thumb (phalange??? I don't think the thumb is a phalange but idek lol) on the back of your hand.

Dream is like. Super physically affectionate but he will almost never initiate. I'm talking like if you grab his hand and hold it for a minute the next thing you know you are in his lap and you are now a teddy bear. Your hair is being played with and you are being snuggled into oblivion. Also bc I am highkey projecting he will absolutely melt at the small touches. Like if you're hugging and you rub his back a bit or if you hold his face and like caress his cheek with your thumb you will have a pile of goo in front of you and depending on his emotional state he may very well burst into tears.

Ink calls you his muse. Unironically and all the time. Bc you literally are, look at what he doodles in the dirt while Dream explains the battle plan and you'll see your own face staring back at you. Even his abstract pieces have the curl of your eyelashes or the smoothness of your lips or the dimple in your cheek when you laugh.

Also because I was rereading some of my old oneshots I was reminded, @saphirathedragon, that this man is a complete and utter simp. Having trouble falling asleep? He will make you hot chocolate or talk with you until you fall asleep or just sit there and draw and keep you company to drive away the bad dreams. Feeling a bit hungry? No worries, he has a list of your favourite foods on his scarf! Having a bad day? He will just like. Beat somebody up if he has to, or just generally ruin their day, depending on the amount of anger and vengeance you're feeling, but he'll also just tell you jokes he's written down, and even though you've heard them all before, he tells them like they're new, so you laugh every time. This man is a SIMP and we love him for it <3.

And now bc I just remembered u mentioned him OUTER!!!!

Roller skating. First thing my brain shouted at me... For some reason XDD but part of me thinks he would love those little light shows they put on sometimes where they make the room kinda dark and shine spotlights around and play music kind of thing? Those just scream Outer to me lol especially bc you don't have to do a lot to roller skate, just kinda push off every once in a while and glide, maybe do tricks if he feels like it, but otherwise he can just sit back (and maybe cheat a bit with gravity magic shhhh) and admire the way the disco ball reminds him of stars.

Outer is a little gentleman. The type to pull out your chair for you (whether it's him or his gravity magic is a toss up lol) or give you his jacket when it's cold (the cold just goes right through him eyyyyyy) or hold your heavy backpack. Also I just hc that he is a great communicator, unlike SOME of the other Sanses idk what about him screams that to me but he is always just down to sit down and have a talk about your needs or how you're feeling. Maybe he needs a bit of prompting to talk about himself but if you just nudge him a bit he will open right up to you.

Alrighty boo thank you for requestingggggggg!!!! Other people are still open to request if they would like to! Man I'm all soft now XDDD these are just so cute,,,,

[greenunoreversecard]

{Introduction}

Hi! I'd figure I'd do an introductory post.

INTJ-T, enneagram type 8w5.

Virgo sun, Libra rising, Sagittarius moon.

Sirius kinnie. Also a rise! Leo kinnie.

• I'll mainly go by greeny online on this platform ^^

• I am neurodivergent, so I might have trouble with tones and processing things, please be patient with me when i ask for clarification.

• i am a minor, so please don't be to creepy. I'm fine with mentioning some light NSFW topics, and will tag a post accordingly if it has any. The reason I'm partially fine with NSFW is because I try and normalize stuff of sexual nature, seeing as it's normal. Just don't make any weird comments about me or other people, or my hyperfiaxtion.

• I'll probably do a lot of different writting things, headcanons and random thoughts I have.

• I use he/him pronouns, and am queer <3 and vv single lmfao

Link to my discord here

<Quick Fun Facts!!>

I love horror games.

Please talk to me about music it's my favorite ever.

on top of drawing, I also adore reading and writing.

I watch quiet a bit of game playthroughs on YouTube. (I watch a lot of eddievr, juicyfruitsnacks, slimecicle, ranboo)

《Things I'm not comfortable with:

●Pedos, rasicm, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, religious hate, and other stuff of this nature.

●Purposefully tracking me or others down and doxxing myself or others, and trying to make people uncomfortable on purpose.

●threatening mine or others safety, and any type of hate speech. I'm fine with general curiosity of why things are the way they are, just be respectful about it, and don't be a dick

●I'm fine with cursing, and venting, just be sure to add trigger warnings if you dm me a vent so I know what to look out for.

●no z00philia, b3ast!al!ty, r@p3 or sa comments, or inc3st.

●just generally don't be a shitty person and hate on other people because you got your tick tac dick in a twist, please. 》

~Fanfic guidelines~

I will write for

Tmnt specifically rise (platonic and sfw romantic)

Hazbin Hotel (romantic and platonic) NO LONGER AVAILABLE

Marauders Era (Harry potter subgenre)(platonic and romantic)

Ninjago (platonic and romantic) NO LONGER AVAILABLE

I reserve the right to deny requests.

And currently in time, I will only do light steam and no full on NSFW.

I will also only do gender identities that the characters are attracted to (ie, queerplatonic exclusively for alastor, male for angel, etc, etc)

I will ONLY write for male characters, as well as identities under the Trans umbrella as there is a severe lack of Trans and male character rep. That is also why some characters are strictly platonic.

If I am unaware of a characters identity, please let me know so I can be aware and change things if I need to.

Matchups are also a possibility, but I will not be doing them as of currently.

Same rules and guidelines go for my fanfics as for the boundaries I set for myself. (See above)

Also, absolutely no tcest or incest of any kind. I will block you immediately.

I am also a busy person, so I am limiting requests. I run with my inspiration which is mildly fleetig considering I'm always exhausted from everything.

Also, I will only take requests from the inbox, bc it's easier for me to manage that way

Rules are subject to change. Some may be added or taken off.

Current requests: 0/10

Anon list (ask to enter):

🐊 Anon

Characters I am willing to do per fandom:

Hazbin Hotel (no longer available for requests):

Alastor (platonic and queer platonic only)

Husk

Angel dust

cherri bomb

Velvette

Sir pentious

Huskerdust poly

Charlie and vaggie (platonic)

Niffty (platonic)

Lucifer (platonic and familial)

hazbin hotel masterlist here!

Marauders:

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Regulus Black

Barty Jr.

Wolfstar poly

Marauders Masterlist Here!

TMNT (platonic and romantic):

Mikey (rise)

Donnie (rise)

Leo (rise)

Raph (rise)

CaseyJr. (Rise)

Ninjago (no longer available for requests):

Lloyd

Cole

Kai

Ninjago masterlist here!

Types of fics I will do:

Headcanons

Oneshots and twoshots

Multi chapter fics

Drabbles

reader pov

Fluff

Angst

Most things, although I deserve the right to barter if I dont believe I can fully right smth

More boundaries will be added as time goes on and I figure myself more and what I'm comfortable with.

Anyways, hope yall have a good day/night/afternoon! Nice to meet ya! :)

-Greeny

[dangerous-mess]

Holiday Troubles

Characters: Aizawa, trans male reader

Contains: Unsupportive family, transphobia, homophobia, misgendering, mentions of a deadname (D/N), mentions of religion and praying, mentions of dysphoria, angst, hurt/comfort, angst with fluff ending. This was written mainly as a comfort fic during the winter holidays but wanted to post this here (originally posted on AO3). Please read with caution as this content may be triggering for some

Word Count: 2K+ 

The holidays were always rough for you, being not only gay but transgender as well. There were the off-putting tension and feelings every time you walked in the room, and the side glances and judgemental glares that were shot your way if you were even caught wearing something feminine and not masculine. Mostly from your parents and family, feeling the obligation that you had to follow gender norms in the hope to not only pass but to be taken seriously in your own identity.

The holidays got a little easier once you married your now husband. He made visiting your family a bit easier and made the holidays in general, more enjoyable for you. This year, unfortunately, he had meetings and a nightly patrol that he couldn’t get out of, so you were left to go to the Christmas family gathering by yourself.

The day came, and needless to say, you were a nervous mess. You dressed up in a suit, something masculine of course to appease your family and keep those comments at bay. Though, you knew you weren’t in the clear as there was still a high chance of being deadnamed and misgendered by family who were unsupportive or others who just didn’t try. Your husband, Shouta, let you know before he left early that morning that if you needed anything at all to give him or Hizashi a call and they would come and get you in a heartbeat. He said Hizashi, just in case he couldn’t be reached, which was fine with you, Hizashi had become a close friend to you.

You arrived at your parent's house a little later than they asked, just cause you were nervous and needed more time to prepare for this evening. You knocked on the front door, adjusting your suit as you waited for someone to open the door, only to be greeted by one of your younger siblings. They gave you a big hug, before dragging you inside where you were greeted by family. Your grandmother was the first to deadname you. She called out as you talked to your uncle, a devious smile on her face as the name rolled off her tongue. You cringed hearing it and so badly wanted to correct her, but if your mother caught wind that you did, who knows what drama may pursue. You endured the conversation with her, as she made sure to drop in your deadname every chance she could get.

“Honestly D/N, you really should stop playing dress up and realize that you are a girl. Your husband would be so much happier to have a wife who knows her place and not some confused girl.”

You took a deep breath and bid your goodbyes to your grandmother as you went to find someone else to talk to. Eventually, dinner was called, and you all gathered around and your grandfather said a prayer. You looked down at your feet the entire time, not really wanting to participate in the prayer. Soon it wrapped up and a line formed into the kitchen to get food. After everyone got food, everyone gathered around and talked, telling stories of things that happened within the past year in their lives, as well as asking questions to others to get the latest scoop. You just decided to eat silently, trying to not participate in the gossip fest happening before you.

“So Y/N, how are you and your husband doing?” Your dad asked before he took a sip of a beer. You held up your pointer finger, signaling that you needed a moment as your finished chewing food before you smiled and spoke.

“Oh, we are doing well! He sends his deepest apologies that he couldn’t make it, hero duties called.” You smiled, taking a quick glance around the room. Some whispers were exchanged, knowing it was about you and Shouta. It was clear that besides your family not supporting your identity, they also did not support your marriage to a hero. Especially a hero who was supportive of you and your identity.

“Honestly, how she manages to keep such a hero man, is insane. Like who would wanna marry some confused lesbian?” One of your aunts spoke out. You gripped your glass tightly, biting your tongue, not wanting to start any issues.

Other family members chimed in to add on to your aunt's comment and soon it became too much. You quickly excused yourself and went to the bathroom farthest away from your family. You pulled out your phone and texted your husband. You told him that you needed him or Hizashi or someone to come to pick you up, as you originally walked, as it was nice earlier prior to the sun setting. You quickly got a reply, saying your husband was on his way, and that he was getting someone to cover the rest of his patrol. You felt a bit bad to interrupt and have him leave his patrol, but god you just needed him right now more than anything.

You hid amongst the rooms as you waited for Shouta to send you a message or signal that he was here. Your mom called out your name, walking down the hall looking for you. The smile on her face dropped as she saw you and grabbed your arm.

“Come on Y/N, we are about to exchange gifts. Stop trying to hide and be nice and spend time with your family. It took a lot of work and effort to get everyone here, like your grandparents who haven’t seen you in ages.” Your mom aggressively whispered at you, as she pulled you towards the living room. You stayed silently, hoping that your husband would be here soon.

Your mom let you go and pointed to a chair near the tree. You sat down and were handed some gifts. You slowly opened them, trying not to draw attention to yourself. The first gift was in a gift bag, and opening it exposed a colorful piece of clothing. You pulled it out and it was a sundress. Although you didn’t mind breaking gender norms, dresses were never your thing, they held too many bad memories and made you dysphoric. You frowned, not having the energy to fake a smile. You felt your mind start to spiral before a voice pulled you out.

“Oh, D/N do you not like it. I made sure to even get the right size and everything. I thought you could put that on and surprise your husband when you go home. Imagine how he would react to see his wife, finally coming to terms with herself.” Your grandmother called out, staring at you the entire time. You went to open your mouth when another voice spoke up.

“Actually, I think my husband looks handsome and perfect just the way he is in the suit he is wearing, but thank you. Maybe we can save the dress and give it to one of my students, I know one of them would get much better use of it.” Shouta’s voice boomed out, making a hush fall across the room. You never heard the front door open, but then again Shouta was very good at staying silent. You looked at your husband, feeling all your emotions and feelings starting to rise to the surface. You caught a dirty look your mother gave you as you stood up and made your way over to Shouta.

He held out his hand as you got closer and held it tightly, quickly bidding goodbye for you both as he quickly led you outside to the car that was waiting outside and still running. “I had Hizashi drive me over, hope that’s okay.” You just nodded at him, not letting go of his hand until you got into the car. As soon as you and Shouta were in the car, Hizashi sped off.

“Heya listener, how did it go?” Hizashi asked out, peeking into the mirror looking back at you.

“I lasted longer than last year, so that’s a new record at least.” You joked, trying not to cry. At least not now, you had to make it until you were home and in bed, with your husband holding you close.

Hizashi talked most of the ride home, while Shouta kept glancing back at you. You tried to listen to what was being said, but you couldn’t focus, so you just looked out the window, slightly dozing off. You woke up to the feeling of being carried, your eyes adjusted as you saw Shouta was carrying you into the house and to the bedroom. On any other occasion, if he was carrying you like this you were bound to tease or crack a joke or something, but in this moment you just stayed in his arms, gripping onto him tightly. Once you both got to the bedroom, he helped you undress and slip on something comfy. After he finished helping you, he quickly changed and climbed into bed, pulling you close to him and holding you tightly.

For a while, you just laid there in his arms, fighting back the urge to scream and cry. Though, after he comforted you and let you know it was okay to be upset and that you could let it all out. In which you did, you sobbed in his chest for what felt like hours. You screamed and sobbed and let out all the feelings you bottled up for the few hours you were at the family gathering. Eventually, you ran out of tears to cry and were only left with your own thoughts. You were overthinking, mostly dwelling on the words your family spoke out to you this evening, and couldn’t help but question if it was true.

“Sho...I’ve got to ask you something, kind of important.” You gently pushed away and sat up in the bed, looking at him. He stared at you, and nodded, letting you know it was okay to continue on. You took a deep breath and went for it, “Am I enough for you? I brought a lot of baggage and trouble into our relationship and I know it can’t be easy for you dating me, specifically with the backlash and comments that get made by my family and others about me transitioning and just. If you were with anyone else, I feel like you won’t get all this drama and I’m sorry I’ve brought so much of it onto you Shouta.”

You watched as his facial expression changed and you quickly looked away, finding interest in anything that wasn’t his face, afraid of what his reaction not only meant but the words that were about to follow. “Y/N, please look at me.” You slowly looked up and he placed a hand on your cheek. “I love you Y/N. I love you for you, you are my husband and I won’t want anyone else besides me. You are more than enough for me. And we both have a lot of baggage but that doesn’t change my feelings for you, we can work through it all together. I meant what I said in my vows and at our wedding and I still stand by it. Forever and always.”

You fiddled with your fingers before speaking up, “I love you Shouta so much, I’m just afraid one day I won’t be enough, cause as silly as it is, I don’t feel masculine or manly enough, that you’ll find more of a ‘real’ man one day and just leave me behind.” Tears filled your eyes and you looked down, just wanting to hide under the blankets.

“Y/N Aizawa, you are absolutely masculine and manly enough. I will never find anyone else or more a man than you. You are all I want, and all I need. I love you so much, don’t ever doubt my love for you, cause it is never-ending sweetheart.” Shouta spoke out, lifting your head up and placing a small kiss on your forehead before pulling you into his arms, holding you close. You just stayed there close, as Shouta whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you drifted off to sleep.

Shouta always made the holidays more bearable, but he also made life in general easier. He made waking up a little easier and helped with your hectic thoughts to calm you down. He truly was the love of your life and the best you could ever ask for. You couldn’t have gotten any luckier to have a husband as sweet and perfect as you. He may not be the number one hero to the rest of the world, but in your eyes and his heart, he was, he was your number one hero.

[demoiselettes]

Hello-hello! May I ask for a matchup? Thank you very much in advance If you do end up doing one for me, I appreciate your hard work:)

To kick this off, my mbti is constantly changing but I think the closest one is ISFP. I am described by others as a little intimidating If you do not interact with me. But when you get to know me I am very sweet and caring. I am full of ideas and jokes. Whenever I am in the mood I crack jokes all the time. If I were to describe myself, I'd say I am a bit irresponsible and forgetful and I am quick to give up. I have a lot of philosophical thoughts and live to study human nature. I know a lot of psychologists and overall educated people who I can talk to for hours about the universe, spirituality, mental disorders etc. I have a lot of trouble with my self image, that is why I try to appear a little more closed off and intimidating in a confident way. I faced a lot of bullying from my peers as a child, so I learned to do so.

My height is 170 cm and I have long black hair. I constantly dye my hair and cut/extend it. I try to change my style all the time, every year I am a new person:) Currently I am more into Korean Street fashion. I am 18 years of age. I am a female, sexuality is omnisexual. I really like anything to do with art and video games, as well as learning languages and about cultures. I will soon travel to South Korea hopefully! I dislike most milk produce.

My hobbies are crafting, drawing, producing music and drumming! I don't really have a favorite type of music, but I often listen to Ukrainian music or Vocaloid. My love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. My preferred is probably quality time and words of affirmation. I prefer to touch people instead of being touched. I don't really know what else to add... I'm not very physically active at all? The most I do is a stretch when I stand long hours. Also I'm very jumpy, a random sound can cause me to launch myself 10 feet in the air. Oh! And my favorite color(s) are purple and gold!

I think that's about it, thank you very much in advance! I hope this was not too much information, I mostly copied from other matchups😅

Eventide

I match you with Zenitsu Agatsuma!

•When Zenitsu first met you, he was scared.

•As mentioned, he also felt intimated when he first came across you.

•However, he knew by the sound that you gave off that you were a kind soul.

•Despite his reluctance, he brushed aside the intimidating vibe you give off, and attempted to get close to you.

•Once he got comfortable around you and realized your true self, he.. starts to propose to you. A lot.

•There’s a marriage proposal everyday and maybe he’s stopped asking other women to marry him.

•Since you tend to be forgetful, Zenitsu takes it upon himself to be by your side, reminding you of important details. He really enjoys doing that because he knows he’s helping you and perhaps getting closer to you by doing so.

•Zenitsu himself is someone who is rather quick to give up, thinking that he’ll never amount to anything.

•But when everytime you give up on something, he becomes more motivated to accomplish his goals so as to inspire you to do the same. He knows you’re capable of doing it, and he doesn’t want you to make the same mistakes he did.

•Your interest in philosophy, human nature and the likes fascinate him.

•Even if he isn’t much verser in those fields, he can find himself listening to you talk about those for ages. It’s a cute sight, and Tanjiro often finds himself smiling at that. (He can smell the love and happiness coming from his friend.)

•Zenitsu loves it whenever you dye your hair. He might even give you suggestions on which color to go for! Whatever look you’re rocking is good for him anyway thinks to him you’re a goddess.

•Every year is a new person of you, and every year is another load of compliments from Zenitsu.

•Your ambition to learn new languages is something he finds cute and he tries to learn whatever language you’re interested in alongside you to be able to compliment(read: flirt with) you.

•He loves whatever crafts you come up with. If they are little decoration props, he’ll carry them with him or leave them in the room he usually rests in when he is healing at the Butterfly Estate.

•And, oh boy, you like producing music? Zenitsu is someone who can play the shamisen very well, you two have a blast with the masterpieces you create.

•Zenitsu is very affectionate and clingy, but he understands that you don’t like being touched. (At the beginning you might have to wack him a few times to make him understand.)

•He, however, never stops you from giving him hugs, holding his hand, etc..

•His in heaven whenever you touch him even in a feathery way.

•He tries to get you to perform easy physical activities, since he worries about your health but he never forces you since he, himself, complains a lot whenever he has to train and he doesn’t wanna be a hypocrite.

•You are jumpy, Zenitsu is jumpy, phew.

•He gets easily startled as well, and for your sake, he tries to put his keen sense of hearing to good use by being very aware of potential triggering sounds and all and he warns you beforehand if something which he deems to be startling is about to happen.

•I feel like Zenitsu, much like Mitsuri, would be a bit self-conscious of his hair color.

•But hey..you like gold! Granted, his hair isn’t gold-colored, but it’s yellow(or blond) and he often asks you if you like it. (Fully expects compliments.)

•He often calls you ‘wifey’ or Marlow-chan. And when he sees you it’s like- ‘marlow-chaAAANNN-‘

•You both bring out the best in each other, and your relationship is one of the sweetest.