#and he’s not dying his hair 🙌

[jimgandolfini]

the only unique thought I can add to todays succession sunday discourse is this was an extremely sexy night for frank vernon girlies (me)

[demonlovingsheep]

Headcannon Demon Anatomy

**SPOILERS**

(Source - my head)

I think demons are just blobs of sentient black energy that can take on any shape or form. Like the black substance from Venom, but more powerful.

Each blob of a demon is muted for different purposes. Aquatic, flight, fight, speed, etc. Defining a demon’s attributes and identity. After all, they have been around since the dawn of time. And with their dark energy, I’m sure powers and magical capabilities could evolve too. Such as growing stronger through other’s emotions and/or sins…?

On the surface, one can see a demon’s teeth, skin, eyes, but more powerful ones are able to better their crafts and morph into bigger and stronger forms. Or even multiple forms.

However, on the inside, there is no internal organs like humans. At least ones like human organs. Put them through a MRI just result in emptiness, but in fact the blob can take on the role of organs if needed.

As an example, there is a scene where Beelzebub was able to devour an entire flipping pillar in the Demon Lord’s castle (I think it was from a Christmas pop quiz).

How TF he ate and digest the pillar with such speed? Answer: he has no stomach. The dark energy blob in him just mutated with an insane appetite, and melted the pillar away as Beel devours it.

Mentioning Beel, the “Say My Name” Card contains a scenario where a dark-mist form of Belphegor threw a tantrum of how Beel was getting close to MC and forgot about him, literally ate both of them, and only allowed them two out if they could guess his name.

Beelzebub thought they could easily punch a hole in its stomach, but no matter how far he ran or search, it seems like there is no physical space. As if a void?

Like ur one to talk Beel. Others described your stomach as a blackhole…

I think the black blob also explains why the fur on Belphegor’s tail is a different color from his hair (unless this bish dyed his hair…).

I keep calling it a blob, but it’s more like energy. Every time the brothers get mad, a black form of energy emits around them. I think this energy is powered by souls demons devour.

Think in the game, it mentions that the taste of souls is like the most delicious thing a demon could taste? Even looks shiny depending on who it’s from. Hence why part of MC’s task as the exchange student is to learn how to protect their soul from harm by strengthening it.

So what? Is this all speculation and trying to fit clues and puzzles in places where they seem to fit but not quite?

Alright then, explain the existence of little D and this:

I rest my case 🙌

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Author’s note: Alright, let me take a step back. I’m afraid if I go any further, I’ll be entering FNAF territory and I’m not willing to go that deep to theorize about shadow brothers lol.

I need to lay off of them horror analogs….

As for always, don’t take it seriously. It’s all in the name of fun 👉👈

[berylcups]

haiiiii :3 could i perchance request some melone headcanons......... any kind of headcanons, that's totally up to you!! im in need of more content of my favorite purple haired freak :3

Melone HCs?! Now how can I say no to that? 😄 I’ve thought long and hard about this purple blorbo and squeezed all of my thoughts out on here! I hope you enjoy my interpretation of this adorable freak! 💜 Beryl

🍈Melone HCs🍈

CW: This IS Melone we’re talking about so…. Beware the lewdness!

Notes: this is technically number 2 in my list but I thought I’d send this one out first since it got completed first. And it will give you all something to nibble on while I finish up number 1 and start on number 3! 😄 I hope you all enjoy ! 💜 Beryl

This guy sucks at cooking. The most he can do is microwave ramen, Mac and cheese, and boil pasta. 😭

He genuinely thinks pineapple is an ok topping for a pizza. Not bad not great…just OK. The squad is offended and speechless about his apathy of fruit being on a pizza . But his rebuttal is-tomato is a fruit and it’s on a pizza. Someone needs to hold Ghiaccio back because he’s ready to THROW HANDS.🙌

He’s the biggest Anti-hydro homie ever. He HATES drinking plain water. 💧 He only drinks coffee, tea, soda, energy drinks, juice, and alcohol. How does he have clear skin?! He uses lots of trendy face creams and just has good genetics. Lucky bastard.😩

He thinks cola and root beer is the nastiest drink imaginable. He calls it the “black bile” based off the 4 humors of the human body.

He forgets to eat…It’s so bad that he gets a little snarky and Ghiaccio kindly reminds him by saying “oi Melone! Quit acting like a cunt and go eat something for fucks sake!”

He stays up ridiculously late. If he’s not pulling an all-nighter, he’s going to bed by 4am.

He sleeps in his underwear…and it’s a thong. 😳 he used to sleep nude but he also sleeps walks occasionally and nobody wants to see his junk so the team forced him to AT LEAST sleep in underwear!

Believe it or not, his natural hair color is purple! He only dyed it blonde to disguise himself for a mission.

He lost his tonsils from getting too many strep throat infections as a kid. He wanted to keep the removed tonsils but his mom said no. 😞

He’s not hairy but he does wax his entire body. No razor, no hair removal creams…just good ol wax. Ouch. 😬 his skin is as smooth as a dolphin.

His perfume/cologne smells like cucumber melon, green tea, and a citrus blend. Mmm…He’s fruity smelling!

He has a insane 4-5 step system when he washes his hair. He’s used to the warm water going cold on him in the middle of his showering routine. He must put up with the chills in order to have the best hair in the squad! …illuso totally isn’t seething with jealousy btw.

Melone was born and raised in Venezia with Ghiaccio as his best friend growing up. His venetian accent isn’t heavy like Ghiaccios.

He’s 25 years old and identifies as nonbinary. Melone is pretty lax with his pronouns but identifies as they/them it/its and he/him.

His sexuality? It’s yes please! 😄 He’s on board to get down with anyone! He has no preference when it comes to gender…you just need to have an open mind! Although, there are bonus points to be given out if you’re physically able (and consenting) to bear children. If not, he definitely won’t hold it against you! He’s DTF and ready to sweep you off your feet!

This guy has no ass but he can dance like he has one. Twerking and grinding his way at the club hopefully into someone’s pants. 😳

This inhuman human can swallow a banana WHOLE. He has no gag reflex, the dentists love him. Take that information for what you will.

He absolutely HATES snakes. Just the sight of them will make him gag 😭. He’s cool with other reptiles though. Just keep snakes away from him. 🐍

He can’t tell what he likes more-cats or dogs. He likes cats because they are independent and clean but…they like to scratch. He likes dogs because they’re loyal and friendly but… they can poo everywhere. It’s a difficult decision for him to decide! He’ll settle with a reptile like a chameleon. 🦎

He went to university for Botanical studies. He has a hobby for horticulture and beekeeping.

He also dabbles in astrology and reading fortunes through palm reading. (Usually by licking your hand 😬)

He has shaky hands. He doesn’t have great dexterity due to all the caffeine he drinks. He wants to paint his nails but it always looks messy. 😬 so he’s stuck using clear nail polish unless he has enough money to go to the nail salon. 💅

He’s an avid video gamer. His console of choice is the PC, but isn’t interested the console vrs PC wars. If there’s a game he likes and it’s only available on a certain platform, he’s going to get it. Ghiaccio, Formaggio, and Pesci are welcome to his consoles but they need their own controller. He doesn’t want no cheeto hands in his squeaky clean controllers! (This is mostly a rule for formaggio since he snacks and plays.) And no touching Melones laptop! That’s his baby—Babyface. And there’s cursed things you might find on there. 🥴

He’s the best at rhythm games while Ghiaccio is the best at racing games. They both rival each other when it comes to puzzle games.

🔥 Spicy HCs 🔥

According to him, the first time he ever got an erection was when he saw a high heel shoe ad in his moms Vogue Italia. He stole that page and “discovered “ himself. 😳 his mom did catch him and she tells this embarrassing story to her friends and family and social gatherings. Yikes 😬

This guy eats ass/pussy like groceries. Like a man who hasn’t eaten in DAYS. He’s a part of the clean plate club if you know what I mean. 😏 you don’t? Well uh… he good at oral idk 🤷‍♀️

Majority of the time he is a bottom. He’ll dom if you want him to. He’s a slut he’ll do ANYTHING you want.

His top kinks are feet, latex, body worship, and breeding (giving and receiving).

His favorite position is doggy, reverse cowgirl, and the classic mating press. This goes for him and his partner.

His favorite times to do it is shower time and when you both wake up. There’s just something about lazily screwing you from behind as he spoons you. It’s his drug and reason for living.

Despite his promiscuous demeanor he doesn’t have one night stands often. He much rather find his soulmate.

He prefers to only use surrogates for babyface that he deems “human trash “. The most toxic of the toxic cruelest ueterus havers. He would never use a good person as materials for his stand. He doesn’t have the heart to believe it or not. His apathy only extends to violent cruel people.

When he finds someone he’s interested in he falls hard. He does want to fuck them ASAP but he wants to treat them like the monarch like they are.

King of aftercare! He’s going to talk sweetly to you and cuddle with you. He’s gonna tend to your bruises, Make a bath for you, clean his fluids off of you, make you something to drink…anything you want 💜

More than likely you will probably be bruising him since he loves being your bottom, but he will still try to give you aftercare after you rode him for over an hour straight. 😅 Be firm and tell him no and give him the same care he gives you. You’ll melt his heart!

[mystickittenfang710]

Some pics of Joey when he was in high school playing football with his dyed blonde hair🏈😃🤗💪🙌

Slim Shiesty🙂🙃🤙💕

[nyaruelle-art]

Here's some brunette Kaveh! 🙌 I really like the theory that he dyed his hair. Personally, I feel he dyed his hair from blonde to brown since his roots appear to be blonde but I also like the idea that he bleaches his hair as well!! I'm also curious to Alhaitham's reaction to the change 🤔

[jitters-art]

team seven ✌️🖐🙌

[ ID: a half body drawing of naruto, sakura, and sasuke standing on a balcony over looking the hidden leaf village. the stone faces can be seen in the background, as well as various buildings and trees. naruto on the left is drawn with brown skin, light freckles and dimples. he’s smiling widely with his eyes closed and he throws up a peace sign extended towards the viewer. he has a scar on the palm of his hand and his nails are painted orange. he wears a light orange beanie, blue long sleeve shirt, orange sweat pants and orange stud earrings. his body is turned away from the viewer, facing sakura. sakura in the middle is depicted as blasian with darker brown skin. she is smiling softly and has a few moles and scars around her body, and a purple diamond shaped mark on her forehead. she has short coily hair, dyed pink with her roots growing in. she’s drawn with heterochromia. she has one arm by her stomach and the other extends out towards the viewer with her fingers spread, her nails are painted pink. she wears a yellow frilly spaghetti strap top, a yellow skirt and pink earrings with 3 hearts. she has a gold eyebrow and septum piercing. sasuke on the right is pale and has a few scars around his body. he is standing with his arms spread out with a small smile. he’s wearing a black sweater cropped above the chest over a black low cut tank top with the hips cut out. he wears black jeans with a belt and belt buckle with skulls and bones. he has black stud earrings and a silver industrial piercing. END ID. ]

[eternalfarae]

Fallen into Darkness|R.indou Haitani

In a world where power and obsession intertwine, Y/N finds herself ensnared in the dark web of Rindou Haitani, a charming yet dangerous mayor with a sinister agenda. As she navigates his twisted affections, she uncovers the horrifying secrets hidden behind the facade of authority. The allure of Rindou's charm quickly turns into a suffocating nightmare, where loyalty is demanded and betrayal lurks in the shadows. Will Y/N break free from the chains of manipulation, or will she become just another victim in Rindou's playground of despair?

Enter if you dare.

Heyaa, it's your author Farae! And we're starting strong with warnings‼️🙌

warnings:

nsfw

Swearing

Dark themes

Killing/murder

Non-consensual sex

Gore

Hitting/punching

Any sort of violence

Bdsm

Obsession

Stalking

Using of politics power

Criminal organization

Self harm

Please message me right away when I'm missing any warnings that's written on this chapter !! Thank you so much.

Characters details

Y/N (She/Her)

Appearance: Eye color and hair color are changeable (based on reader’s choice).

Characteristics: Naive, quiet, and emotionally vulnerable. She is easily manipulated, yet her silence hides a deeper strength waiting to emerge.

Status: Single, though emotionally trapped by Rindou's manipulation.

Rindou Haitani

Appearance: Tall, lean build with purple eyes, a blue-dyed mullet, and glasses. His tattoo on the neck signifies his ties to Bonten.

Characteristics: Charismatic, dangerous, and manipulative. He uses his position of power to control and dominate.

Status: Single but possessively fixated on Y/N.

Other Bonten Members (Supporting Roles)

Mikey (Manjiro Sano)

Appearance: Pale skin, platinum blonde hair, and dark, intense eyes. He wears formal suits, reflecting his leadership role.

Characteristics: The quiet and enigmatic leader of Bonten, always composed and in control.

Ran Haitani: Rindou's older brother, calculating with a carefree attitude.

Sanzu Haruchiyo: Loyal and unpredictable, always hovering in the background.

Kokonoi Hajime: The financial brain, rarely involved in direct action but influential.

Songs/lyrics:

"Bust Your Kneecaps" by Pomplamoose.

"Johnny, don't leave me, you said you'd love me forever, honey, believe me"

"Daddy Issues" by The Neighbourhood

"Go ahead and cry, little girl, nobody does it like you do. I know how much it matters to you."

"Every Breath You Take" by The Police

"Oh, can't you see

You belong to me?

How my poor heart aches

With every step you take?"

"Put Your Head On My Shoulders"

by Paul Anka

"Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so-tight

Show me that you love me too"

Notice

Tokyo revengers belongs to Ken Wakui, any similarities of the plot of my story to the anime Tokyo revengers are only coincidence.

all of the artworks in here belongs to the rightful owner, if any concern please message me.

This book belongs to me, any copy of my book and post it to a platform (Wattpad,tumblr,AO3 etc..) would face plagiarism, plagiarism is heavily punished by the law so don't even bother to copy my work, thanks!

Please read the warnings before you start reading this, I placed all the correct warning that is needed before reading this, any harmful effects on you would not be my responsibility but yours.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

You woke up early, the anticipation of the day weighing heavily on your chest. The sun had barely cracked through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. You slipped out of bed, your bare feet hitting the cool, wooden floorboards as you began to get ready. The interview with Mayor Rindou Haitani's office was today. Your heart fluttered at the thought of continuing your dad's legacy, his proud smile flashing in your mind's eye as he talked about his days working for Mayor Haitani. The weight of expectation was palpable, but you were determined to make him proud.

You stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over your skin as you contemplated the task ahead. The scent of mint from your shampoo filled the small bathroom, a refreshing contrast to the nerves coiling in your stomach. You took your time, scrubbing every inch of your body, as if by doing so you could scrub away the doubts that plagued you. Afterward, you stepped out and wrapped yourself in a warm towel, feeling slightly more prepared to face the day.

In front of the mirror, you combed through your hair, taming the unruly strands into a sleek, professional style that mirrored your dad's meticulous grooming habits. The reflection staring back at you was a blend of excitement and apprehension. Your eyes, the same shade as your hair, searched for the strength your father had once possessed. The interview with Mayor Haitani was more than just a job; it was a chance to step into his shadow and carry on his legacy. You applied your makeup with precision, the strokes of the brush a silent promise to honor his name.

Your outfit, a sharp blazer over a crisp white shirt, was a deliberate choice. It whispered of your determination to succeed, to be taken seriously in this male-dominated world. You slipped on the matching skirt and heels, the fabric whispering against your skin as you moved. The ensemble was a silent declaration of your readiness to face the challenges that awaited you in the political arena.

The moment you stepped into the mayor's building, your breath caught in your throat. It was a monolith of power and prestige, the grandeur of its architecture a stark contrast to the gritty streets outside. The polished marble floors echoed the clack of your heels, each step a reminder of the weight of the opportunity before you. The high ceilings, adorned with intricate frescoes, whispered of the countless deals and alliances forged in these hallowed halls. You felt both insignificant and empowered, a mere speck in the grand tapestry of the city's history.

You couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as you moved through the bustling corridors. The air was thick with ambition, the scent of freshly printed paper and expensive cologne mingling with the faint metallic tang of fear. Your father had once walked these very halls, his footsteps echoing yours. The thought fueled a determination deep within you, a fire that burned away the last vestiges of doubt. You were here to claim your place, to prove that you were worthy of the legacy he had left behind.

A girl, not much older than you, with a no-nonsense bob and piercing green eyes, approached you with the air of someone who had seen too much. She wore the uniform of the mayor's office, her movements sharp and efficient as she led you to the interview room. Her eyes flicked over you, assessing and cold. It was clear she had seen many hopefuls come and go, their dreams crumpled like the discarded papers littering the recycling bins. Yet, she offered a tight smile, the corners of her lips lifting slightly to reveal a hint of kindness. Perhaps she recognized the steel in your gaze, the unshakeable resolve that had brought you here.

The interview room was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the lobby. It was small and functional, the walls a neutral shade that could've been beige or grey in a different light. A single window offered a glimpse of the bustling city, the sun's rays cutting through the grime to cast a square of brightness on the floor. The desk was clear of clutter, a single sheet of paper and a pen the only indication of what was to come. The chair opposite was slightly too big for the room, its leather worn in a way that suggested it had seen many nervous applicants.

The girl with the bob—whose nameplate read 'Cheri'—gave you a curt nod before leaving, her heels echoing down the corridor until the door clicked shut behind her. The silence was almost deafening, the tick of the clock on the wall a metronome counting down the seconds to your fate. You took a deep breath, willing your racing heart to slow and your shaking hands to steady. This was it, the moment you had been preparing for, the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.

You rolled your shoulders back, standing tall as you approached the chair. As you sat, the leather creaked slightly, groaning under your weight like it had borne witness to countless souls before you. The pen in your hand felt heavier than it had any right to be, a tool that could either grant you a future or relegate you back to the sidelines. With a deep breath, you began to scribble notes on the pad provided, recalling your father's words of wisdom and the stories of his own interviews. His spirit felt close, as if he were whispering encouragement from just beyond the veil.

The door to the interview room swung open with a soft whoosh, breaking the oppressive silence like a dam giving way. Two guards flanked Mayor Rindou Haitani as he strode in, his pinkish-purple mullet bobbing with each step. He was a towering figure, his presence dominating the small space, and the scent of his cologne, a blend of leather and sandalwood, filled the room. You couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement as his eyes met yours, a heady mix of fear and attraction. It was like looking into the face of a mythical beast, one that could either bestow a great gift or devour you whole.

As you and the other interviewees bowed in respect, Rindou paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on you. There was a flicker of something in those purple eyes, a recognition that sent a shiver down your spine. He bent down slightly, his movements surprisingly graceful for a man of his size, and you felt the warmth of his breath against your cheek as he whispered, "I know you." His voice was velvet over gravel, a contradiction that sent your heart racing. The shock of his words hit you like a sledgehammer, but you couldn't help the small smile that curved your lips. How could he know you? You had only seen him from afar, in photographs and on the news, never up close.

The other candidates looked on, their expressions a mix of confusion and envy. The air thickened with tension as the guards stepped aside, allowing Rindou to approach you. He offered his hand, and as you took it, his grip was firm and warm, his nails perfectly manicured. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and for a moment, the rest of the room faded away. "We've met before," he said, his smile widening to reveal gleaming teeth. "Your father was a good man. He had a way of making everyone feel like they mattered." His words were a balm to your soul, a gentle caress that made you want to lean into his warmth.

The other applicants' whispers grew louder, their curiosity piqued by the special treatment you were receiving. You felt a blush creep up your neck, and you swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself. "Y/N, isn't it?" His voice was like a caress, and you nodded, your voice a mere whisper. "Yes, Mayor Haitani." He waved his hand dismissively at the others. "Thank you all for coming, but it seems I've found what I'm looking for." The room erupted into a cacophony of protests, but Rindou's gaze never left yours. The guards ushered the other hopefuls out, the door shutting with a definitive click that echoed in your ears.

You remained seated, your hand still in his, unable to move or speak. "Your father was a dear friend," he continued, his eyes holding yours with a strange intensity. "He spoke of you often, of your potential." His words were a warm embrace, wrapping around you like a blanket on a cold night. The mention of your father brought a lump to your throat, but you managed to smile. "Thank you, Mayor." He released your hand, and you felt the sudden chill of his absence. "Please, call me Rindou."

That evening, you found yourself unable to sleep. The events of the day played on repeat in your mind, a whirlwind of excitement and trepidation. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen illuminating your darkened room. It was your mom, video calling from your childhood home, her eyes filled with concern and hope. "How did it go?" she asked, her voice crackling with the distance. Your heart swelled with emotion as you recounted your encounter with Mayor Haitani—now, Rindou. You watched as her expression shifted from worried to proud, her smile lighting up the screen.

Your father's face appeared beside hers, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he listened intently. "He knew me?" you whispered, still unable to believe that this powerful man had recognized you. Your father's smile grew wider. "Of course he did, sweetheart. You're your mother's and my legacy. You have the strength of a thousand suns." His words brought tears to your eyes, and you felt the warmth of his love even from the other side of the world.

Your mother's hand reached out and took your father's, their fingers entwining in a silent display of unity. "Your dad always knew you'd do great things, Y/N," she said softly. "He's watching over you, and I know he's proud."

The call ended, and the room was once again plunged into silence. You stared at the now-blank screen, the weight of their expectations settling heavily on your shoulders. Your thoughts drifted to Rindou's intense gaze, the way he had singled you out. It was as if he saw something in you, something that resonated with the power he wielded. The thrill of his attention was intoxicating, but beneath it lay a thread of fear. What did he want from you? What kind of games did he play?

You pushed those dark thoughts aside, focusing instead on your mother’s words. Rindou was a kind man, wasn't he? A mayor who had helped countless individuals in the city, bringing light to the shadowy corners that the law had abandoned. He had built orphanages, funded community programs, and even personally assisted in disaster relief efforts. The news often painted him as a beacon of hope, a man who had clawed his way to the top despite his humble beginnings. Your heart swelled at the thought of working alongside such a figure, contributing to the greater good.

The following days passed in a blur of orientation and training, the office a whirlwind of faces and information. You tried to ignore the whispers that followed you, the curious glances of the other employees who knew of your special relationship with Rindou. They whispered of his kindness, of his fierce protection of those he considered his own. The more you saw of him, the more you felt drawn to his magnetic charm, his aura of power a siren’s call you couldn’t resist.

Yet, there was an underlying tension in his interactions with others. The way his eyes narrowed when someone spoke out of turn, the way his smile could turn cold in an instant. It was a stark reminder that while he may be charming, he was also a man to be feared. You pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on learning the ropes of your new job. Each day brought new challenges, but with Rindou’s guidance, you felt capable of overcoming them.

Night after night, you found yourself working long after everyone else had gone home. The office was eerily quiet, the only sound the rhythmic clack of your keyboard and the soft hum of the air conditioner. The glow of your computer screen cast an ethereal light across the desk, painting your face in shadows. The darkness outside the window was a stark contrast to the vibrant city that had existed just hours earlier, the buildings now silent sentinels in the moonlit night. The occasional passing car or distant siren was a comforting reminder that you weren’t entirely alone in the vast emptiness of the night.

As you typed away, you felt the weight of the city’s troubles resting on your shoulders. Each email, each document, a puzzle piece in the grand scheme of keeping the city afloat. You were the invisible hand that worked tirelessly behind the scenes, ensuring that the mayor’s vision became a reality. The clock ticked on, the hands of time seemingly moving slower in the solitude. Yet, the work was oddly comforting, a distraction from the chaos that was your personal life.

The office was a cocoon of darkness, with only the soft glow of your computer screen to keep you company. The digital world it illuminated was your sanctuary, a stark contrast to the shadows that danced on the walls. The light cast an eerie glow, painting your fingers a pale blue as they flew over the keys. The quiet hum of the air conditioner was a soothing lullaby, drowning out the distant whispers of the city that never slept.

And then he was there, a sudden burst of light and sound as the door to the office swung open with a bang. Your heart leapt into your throat, a silent scream dying on your lips, until you recognized the mischievous grin that belonged to your friend from earlier, Chifuyu. He chuckled, a bottle of energy drink dangling from his fingertips. "Thought you could pull an all-nighter without me, huh?" His laughter echoed through the deserted corridor, bouncing off the walls before it reached your ears.

Relief flooded through you, turning into a shaky smile as he sauntered over to your desk. The crunch of his sneakers against the marble floor was oddly comforting, grounding you back to reality. "You scared the shit out of me," you admitted, your voice shaking slightly. He set the bottle down with a thud, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Couldn't resist the urge to mess with the newbie," he teased, his grin never faltering.

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension in your chest easing as you grabbed the energy drink from the desk. Cracking it open, you took a grateful sip, feeling the sweet, bitter liquid jolting you back to alertness. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" you asked, trying to keep the nerves out of your voice. Chifuyu leaned back in his chair, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up, revealing a hint of ink peeking out from under his shirt. "More of the same," he said with a shrug. "But don't worry, I've got us some snacks." He pulled out a bag of chips from his desk drawer, offering you some. The salty scent filled the air, and your stomach rumbled in response.

As the night went on, your friendship with Chifuyu grew stronger. His stories of growing up in the rougher parts of the city painted a vivid picture of the world you had only seen from the safety of your father's side. He spoke of a world where strength was measured by your ability to survive, not by the number of degrees you had or the family you were born into. His words were raw, unfiltered, and painted a stark contrast to the pristine office you now occupied. It was a stark reminder of the responsibilities that came with your new position, the realities that lurked just outside the gleaming doors of the mayor's office.

continued ver at Wattpad:

[transmascaraa]

hello! can you write dahlia romantic hc's? (I'm actually obsessed with him-)

your writing is so pretty btw 😭💖

bf!dahlia headcannons!

just a usual cute date with your usual cute boyfriend...

bf!dahlia x gn!reader

author's note: BRO i am famous. I LOVE THESE THESE REQUESTS/ASKS WHATEVER THEY ARE😭😭 I LOVE YOU GUYS SM💗💗 tysm btw you guys make me so happy i swear<3 i glad you like them(i'm dying of happiness)

"are you admiring me?"

-dahlia was the perfect boyfriend

-and when i say perfect, i mean PERFECT.

-real husband material.

-he invited you to a date one day, to stargaze with him on one of the castles in Mondstadt.

-you didn't think about it at all, and just accepted. (i would too)

-it took you a while to get ready, sure...

-but it took him 10000 years to think of the perfect outfit, perfect hair, perfect voice, everything.

-he wanted to make sure you were happy<3

-so, after it was all complete, the two of you met on one of the castles.

-"wow, you look really good in that." he said, looking you up and down, blushing faintly.

-"thank you, you look really good too." you replied.

-he blushed even more.

-his heart was beating out of his chest.

-you knew exactly how to make him weak, oh dear archons...

-after a bit of chit chatting, you sat with him on a bench that had the perfect view to the starry night sky.

-*wow... the stars are so beautiful..." he said under his breath.

-"i know, right?..." you replied to him, even though you meant to keep it inside. nevermind.

-a bit of silence filled the air, until you noticed dahlia staring at you, with such a calm and focused look on his face.

-he was admiring you... your face... your hair... your eyes sparkling like the stars in the sky...

-oh.

-you caught him.

-he blushed hard and hid his face with the back of his hand, avoiding eye contact.

-"sorryyyy... i wasn't staring... i was just-"

-"admiring me?" you smiled at him.

-oh how you read his mind. you were perfect.

-"y-yeah..." he stuttered embarrassingly, finally meeting your gaze.

-you took his hands in yours, and looked him in the eyes, eyes filled with hope.

-he started into your eyes, so shiny... reflecting him...

-"i love you, dahlia..." you whispered to him, pulling him closer to you.

-"i love you too, my dear..." he finally relaxing, not too embarrassed anymore... you relaxed him.

-he didn't hold back, he planted a soft kiss to your lips, relaxing even more now.

-the sky, the moon, the whole sky, just made it so much more romantic...

-like a romance fairytale...

-you both just let the silence fill in everything else...

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i love this sm but maybe it's too short??? maybe it's not??? IDK I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON AND I LOVE DAHLIA TOO🙌💗

idk anymore i've wrote 2/3 of these today i've lost count

I DON'T REGRET IT. I'M NOT TIRED AT ALL. I COULD DO 1/2 MORE AND IT WOULD BE OKAY.

[giggly-squiggily]

Omg omg dabble idea bc I’m obsessed with this headcanon.

I think Chifuyu gets psychosomatic illness when he’s even the slightest bit stressed. The symptoms get worse the more pressured he feels.

After even one sneeze, Mitsuya is eyeballing him the whole time, because he knows despite Chifuyu never telling anyone.

I can just imagine Mitsuya getting pissed off in Chifuyu’s place when he sees the little guy so sick he can barely stand. 🙌🙌

Holy- I'm learning so many new words today! :D This is absolutely amazing and I love you for sharing this with me- I've gotcha covered, Ducky! :D

CW: Sickness, Swearing

“Chifuyu, what the hell?”

It started out as a sneeze. Just a simple little “Achoo!”- nothing anyone in Toman put much thought into. Heck, not even Chifuyu thought much of it- must be seasonal allergies.

Definitely not because Midterms, a big Toman meeting, Peke-J’s vet appointment, and Baji’s birthday were all falling in the same week. Nope, definitely not any of that.

Chifuyu was convinced he had this. What was a little stress? He’s been through worse. And yet- soon the symptoms were getting worse. Sneezes turned into congestion, coughs grew more hoarse and hard to hide. Eventually he was waking up in the wee hours in the morning nauseated.

Still- he pushed on. He had this! He just needed to get through the upcoming week and he’d be fine. Once it was over, he’d be his usual self again.

For the most part- Toman believed him.

Except for Mitsuya.

That man saw everything.

Currently the pair were in Chifuyu’s room, the mentioned boy far too sick to even sit up on his own. His body felt like one huge furnace, and he wanted to both rip off all the sheets binding him to his bed and climb into a freezer. He barely heard Mitsuya come in- just heard his disappointed exclamation. “I’m fine..I just-” A hoarse cough exploded from his chest as he doubled over, hands rubbing his back to help him through it. When he looked up, he found Mitsuya glaring at him.

And in his hand, a glass of water.

“Dumbass. I can’t believe you’d let yourself get this sick! Here you are practically dying on us and you’re too stubborn to say anything!” Mitsuya’s back was turned as he dug through the convenience store bag, pulling out cough medicine. “Honestly- it’s bad enough Draken and Mikey only JUST sorted out their bullshit, and now this? What are we to do with you-”

The sound of sniffling made him pause. When he turned around, he found Chifuyu’s head bowed, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Oh Chi..”

“I’m not-” The blonde sniffed, reaching up to wipe his face. “I’m not cr-rying!” He ducked down, shamed at how weak he looked before Mitsuya of all people. “Ju-Just..give me a se-econd.”

Mitsuya didn’t say anything, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. A moment later, he reached out, resting a hand on the younger boy’s head. “So stubborn, even now.” He sounded fond, almost like he was smiling. “Tell me what’s going on. I can help, you know.” He reached over and snatched up the planner laying by, poking through it as Chifuyu wiped his face. “Ah, okay. Easy enough. Look- I’ll take care of Peke-J for you; I’m free that afternoon. Baji’s birthday- Toman’s gonna do something; we’ve got that planned out. You just focus on getting better and knocking out finals, kay?” He reached out, ruffling the other’s hair.

“....Okay.” He sounded so young, like his sisters getting over a fit. Mitsuya almost hugged him right there like he’d do with them.

Instead, he cuffed his chin, smiling. “That’s my guy.”

Send me a headcanon and character(s) and I'll write a short 300-500 word dabble for it!

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

💖and 🙌 for the fanfic emoji game

💖 Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

Please check the answer to this one over here!💛

🙌 What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?

For a recent work, there is this part I am fond of from A Place Between Time and Sorrow:

"You once told me that for all that Gondolin was known for its glory, there was nothing like the peace that settles in your heart, hearing the great falls around Imladris." Erestor rested his chin on one hand, his smile the most serene since their meeting in the glade. His eyes were looking inward, reliving a memory. "You have a habit of standing on the balcony every morning, watching the Sun rise when your schedule allowed it. You tell me that I should rise earlier so that I may join you, but dappled light shines against your golden hair when you stand there after sunrise, and it is view enough for me."

And I hope you do not mind two more, because I cannot pick a favourite, and I am also equally fond of these two:

(From The Threads We Weave)

Glorfindel's eyes are on the stars ahead of them. “You mean to say that all things fade, and perhaps you imply that you expect the same with me. We may be taught that the entire world indeed is fading, even here in Aman, but is it not also said that there within us is that imperishable light? What brews and grows and thrives within us may yet thrive when all other things are dying. At least, that is what I am learning by loving you.”

(From Waiting for Peace)

"You have ever been in my dreams," Glorfindel said softly. He held up a hand, though why he did so when he still expected nothing, he did not know. But Erestor surprised him then, for he turned, stepped forward, and as slowly as the Sun's light was waning, gave Glorfindel his hand. Erestor even let him pull it so that there were fingers touching Glorfindel's face—and then, a palm, warm and right, and not at all as rough as Glorfindel expected them to be after all this time. He sighed. "If Lórien, even Mandos, were to give me rest, then they would give me you.”

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

hey y'all its been seven hours im not done with the writing lets talk a good omens x ofmd crossover becquse im fucking AMAZING

aziraphale: passenger/medic on a british naval ship. at the beginning of ofmd, he'll be on the Twin's ahip, i forgot what his name was but he's a twib ANYWAYS. aziraphale's the resident Guy, the person you go to for things like advice or medicine and shit. he's kept about because he's useful, and even the other soldiers think he's too polite. but he keeps thr ships blessed, so its okay. his current assignment is to keep the navy in check and make sure they get to heaven, which isssss WOW harder than he expected. he's hanging by a thread. when he becomes part of crew, he starts being the soundboard. like stede but better /hj. he takes turns with telling everyone stories, helps improve the food supply, ACTUALLY KNOWS HUMAN MEDICAL PRATICES, likes watching the relationships aboard foster, looks for new books on raids, etc. just being a Good Vibe. they dont know he's magical, but i feel like frenchie and buttons (or the swede, i always mix those two up, its the one who turned into a bird) would be Onto Him, because they're the most magically paranoid/proficient. he's very like stede, but somehow a more tolerable aura. the crew is wary, especially cause he's british, but they'll be fine.

how aziraphale gets into the story: at the veryyyyy beginning. its during the forced tea party of s1 ep1, as he happened to tag along on the little dingey with the Twin and his men. he REALLY likes the revenge from first glance, and has a good feeling about the group of pirates they've landed upon. but things go awry! the Twin is stabbed thru the eye! but when stede proclaims he did it, aziraphale is ONTO him. the existencial crisis and trama exhude from him. he decides to see this through--and becomes one of the Revenge's hostages semi-willingly. but stede also likes aziraphale--even if he's british--and decides to be chill with him though he' still "texhnixally" a hostage. they bond verrryyyyy quickly, and soon (by like the end of episode 2, when the other hostage is tsken by izzy and the rest) is assimilated into the Revenge's crew. this is good, because heaven can tell that there's gonna be such a juicy moral dilemna with stede hehehe. lets get this bitch to stay good okay?? yeah. yeah this is gonna be fine....

crowley: like with most of these crossovers, crowley happened across blackbeard's crew. he was dayum, they get around and im bored af, lets do this. kinda like with stede (but not strong enough to satiate it) ed thinks he's a breath of fresh air and therefore keeps him around even if he's never seen crowley Kill anyone (they always make miraculous escapes). no one knows he’s a demon but he 100% has that record in pirate community. calling him the devil and the tempter and how he has a silver fucking tongue and shit like that, it follows him EVERYWHERE. not much more about him other than the basics like personality, except it 1000000% has long hair, wears black like the rest of them, and is oddly british. he's not army tho, so its okay. rebel 🙌

WAIT EDIR: maybe crowley can hear on the republic that Izzy’s looking for those naval men and THEN join Blackbeard’s crew. Like solely just to get aziraphale back. hmmm…..

how crowley enters the story: crowley hears about aziraphale's interception when blackbeard and da crew learn about the Revenge ravaging the navel ship. "damn it, i gotta go save my angel." he REALLYYYYYY wants aziraphale back and gets pretty antsy about it because he had no idea what he was ngl, turns out he was on the FUCKING SEA the whole time. (he also hates that he joined the british army but whateva, he dont know it wasnt voluntary.) they meet on the republic of pirates when stede's almost hung and shit, crowley is in Rampage Mode, aziraphale is in Pissed Mode because they're attacking their Fucking Ship, stede is Dying, ed is Doing His Thing and such. thinking about making aziraphale and blackbeard fight and aziraphale wiping the floor with him or smth. aziraphsle would also be the only one to notice stede and cut him down early and protect him during all the chaos, which would probablyyyyyyy get blackbeard on his ass and probably try and kill him which would not work out with ANYONE, anddddd you know. first impressions change shit. the point stands: ed is on, romance is a foot, and aziraphale and crowley are on the same ship. wahoo! and now that ed's on the path to become softer, hell's like AYO KEEP HIM ON HELL'S SIDE and now crowley's got an excuse to stay. i mean, he and aziraphale Could employ the Arrangement, but they were technially different assignments, and this crew looks like they're having the funnest fuckig fun and they feel so genuine. might as well stay...like they say--keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. and by that it means living on the same ship. also it deadass looks like they need miracles to keep together or they'll fucking sink. lol

and the reason why this is important is because that season 2 ends up HELLA different, and season 1's adventures alter a tad, with both crowley/ed's infamy and aziraphale's encouragement for stede to become a real pirate and Miracle Employing. so yay crossover achieved! I THOUGHT A LOT ABOUT THIS CROSSOVER ALRIGHT, SO MANY OTHERS HAVE TOO BUT FUCK

also btw here’s some canon divergences I can already imagine:

- aziraphale and crowley being present during the ‘you wear fine things well’ episode (can’t remember what happens Exactly, but I do know). aziraphale with ed and stede while crowley is helping frenchie and olu with their pyramid scheme. they both contribute wahoo!

- lucius is the ship marriage counselor and he’s onto these guys. he’s watching. Waiting. Advising

- when the whole act of grace shit happens, Aziraphale’s like FUCK IT and before ed can proclaim it he just snaps all of the enemies to sleep. he’s sheepish about it. everyone freaks the fuuccckkkkkkkk out even tho he saved them and shit Happens. it probably results in someone clubbing him over the head in panic and then Everyone Else Panics More. I can see it in my mind. this changes a lot of things canon on. ough

- munity is either much more prevalent or tampered down a lot. no in between. either mutinies left and right or they’re content. hm

okay that’s really it. Back To Writing Hell

[callofdudes]

Hi, stumbled across your page. You immediately earned a follow for "I hate Graves" by itself 🙌 growing up around guys like that myself, he's nothing but a walking red flag festival 🤢

Hello fellow human!

Yeah, I hate Graves so much. I've coined him as the "box-dyed bitch" because you cannot look at that hair and tell me he didn't pick up some platinum blond hair dye from Walmart to try and fix that rats nest of his head. And he's a bitch, so he's the box-dyed bitch.

Also grew up around people like him, and he just looks like an asshole. I first saw him in the game and was like yeeeeah.... Nope.

But uh, welcome! I have no idea what I'm doing here, but whatever it is, it's working.

[galaxymagick]

Okay but jaehwan be looking round … also the vibes here are serious musical but still silly jaehwan… and he’s dyed his hair black??… and the cheek poke .. I … I’m not saying it but iykyk.. and unfiltered selfie 🙌

he said hi to the bird!!! I love that cause same

[lilredghost]

babyyyy!!! im so sorry i am late, college started so i had to shift to the hostels and its so hectic but also so fun here(its so much like the colleges u see in movies like soty i didnt expect this college to be like that im so glad im here) and there was some issue with the wifi in my room so no ao3 for 3 weeks </3

i am in in LOVE with all the times obikin kiss, its so so soft and sweet, obi's trusting anakin with himself its so cute!!!!!!!

also CINNAMON OH MY GOD IT TASTES SO GOOD I CANT BELIEVE U MADE ANAKIN TASTE LIKE IT I LOVE U

(As much as he loves the scruffing, it’s not exactly conducive to Obi-Wan having a discussion.)

(Or thinking at all, really.)

oh my god me too pls i cant think after reading this u will be the sole reason im not studying before my math quiz

His hope is to extend that feeling to other parts of his life, someday, but for now Obi-Wan will stick to brushing and braiding his husband’s hair with all the care he can muster.

oh he is so oblivious oh god oh please tell me they both know the other person loves them before they separate pls

(And this, Obi-Wan has done before.)

(He is, perhaps, an expert in doing things quietly.)

sjdvhvjkdv pls pls red stop killing me im dying over here

(Anakin would deserve it too, is the thing. He'd deserve whatever he asked for.)

baby pls send him to therapy pls i love him but he is unwell™

But the day has been long and fraught, and he would like to believe that he can be happy too.

maybe anakin is the therapy, mandatory sessions for the both of them??? i'll tie them up back to back in a room until they talk

in public interest i would like you to know that u have officially ruined my plans for studying today as this fic will be bouncing around in my head on a pogo stick. i want to distill this fic and use it as an iv

Baby!! I'm glad you're having fun at college and not, like, a giant crisis 🙌 but no ao3 for 3 weeks sounds like hell 😭😭 My sister's wedding was just this last week (and you know big Indian weddings-- I'm exhausted) AND I resume college next week so it's pretty chaotic over here too.

So happy you liked this chapter 🥰🥰 I wanted to get through my whole outline of events instead of cutting the chapter in half (but also it took so long that maybe I should have cut it, lol). Obikin kissed so much that I'm amazed they got anything else done honestly!!

Obi-Wan is sooo brave for taking these leaps of faith, I love him so much. He makes a resolution in the next chapter (though it will be a bit hard for him to act on):

The most important thing is this: Anakin still doesn’t know what he is. The second is this: He cannot be allowed to find out, or Obi-Wan will lose him. Anakin may have married him for reasons Obi-Wan will never know, but being an alpha is surely a nonnegotiable part of that. Unless… Unless Anakin loved him. If Anakin, perhaps, were in love with him, the way Obi-Wan is in love with Anakin, then perhaps he could tell the truth. Perhaps he could be held and kissed and accepted in his entirety, as though he weren’t a failure of an alpha, a failure of an omega—

Baby hasn't even figured out that Anakin is already in love with him, or that Anakin doesn't give a shit that he's not an alpha. It's just so hard for him to detach his designation from his sense of self worth 🥺😔

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And yes I made Anakin taste like cinnamon!! I only decided that an omega's slick tastes (mostly) the way their arousal smells like halfway through, so I'm SO GLAD that I gave him a good scent and not like. Something weird, idk. Some things smell good but I do not want them in my mouth. Also I'm not sure if you remember this post but it sure does lend a whole extra layer of meaning to it 😂

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The scruffing I'm so absolutely obsessed with and idk why! Obi-Wan's emotions have been so out of control in these last few chapters, and it's such a sweet way for Anakin to lend him comfort, while also being hot as fuck in the right circumstances. I need him to pavlov Obi-Wan into getting horny when he scruffs him.

(Also please study for your math quiz baby, the sex will be there to reread when you finish 🙌)

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Isn't he so fucking stupid?!! Anakin will tell him he loves him but I'm not sure yet how much he'll believe it (the outline gets pretty loose post-Tatooine rn).

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(And this, Obi-Wan has done before.) (He is, perhaps, an expert in doing things quietly.)

OK this was literally like one of my favourite lines in this whole chapter ❤️❤️ It's so indicative of Obi-Wan's character and also the absolute root of their relationship problems. Obi-Wan is holding himself back from telling the truth, from telling Anakin he loves him, from biting him, all while Anakin is doing the same, because neither of them wants to scare the other away. (It also just hasn't occurred to Anakin that he hasn't said he loves Obi-Wan yet. He's so focused on holding himself back physically that he forgets about the words.)

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Obi-Wan needs therapy soooo badly, poor thing. I love him but he is definitely unwell™. I don't want to say he's blowing things out of proportion (these feelings are obviously real and he's struggling with them a lot), but they are absolutely a byproduct of the way he keeps spiralling. He'll be feeling sky high one minute and then he'll crash to the ground again in the next. Some of this is his depression but also his hormones are out of wack because his supressants are failing!! 😬

I've been trying not to fall into that rut of "romantic partner cures depression magically" by having Obi-Wan slowly, like, rebuild his support system (Feemor and his friends), find an identity outside of being an alpha and being emperor (like that same thing from earlier about detaching his sense of self-worth from his designation and his job), indulging/discovering hobbies and interests (anthropology, embroidery, time with his friends), and showing vulnerability to others (Anakin is a big one here, but Karishma was an important milestone too).

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On one hand I understand it's imporant to study but on the other hand !!! This fic also bounces around my head on a pogo stick 🤭🤭 I always love to see which things you noticed and which things you liked because it gives me so much motivation to keep writing, thank you!!! 🤗💕💕

[marionluth]

Happy Whunptober 🙌✨

Here's a fic based on Day 1 prompt:

The metronome

Summary:

Everyone conformed to time’s will—monsters and heroes alike. Everyone succumbed to time, and Peter found himself praying to everything and everyone—science, gods, and time itself—to spare Tony and give him some more time. He ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it, trying to get a grip. A grip on what? A grip for what?

Peter had blinked and Tony was dying.

Or

Peter Parker witnessing Tony's last minutes before he dies.

[7k9sinthee]

Yyeerrrpp thats it!!!!!! Oc drop

Ignore unrenderes versions. i dont have room for all rendered pngs and didnt make a templates thing like the imagine below (again)

Lore drop when????

In order from (top>middle>bottom)left to (top>middle>bottom)right,,,,

Ella; PoTO oc whos ,,x Meg Giry,, GAY!!!!!!! Violinist,,,!!! HAS A FATHER???? AND A MOTHER???? AND A HAPPY ENDING????? (yeah,,,),, heterosexual eyes even though shes GAY!!!!!!!! Despised men a bit

Zombee; cutie oc whos a bit of an artist but gave up in the end,,, DEAD(and gay)!!!!!!! Friends with; Odalis !! Betrayal 💔💔💔

Marie; basically self-insert fod 1990 poto because,,, x Cherik ofc,,,, singer yum!!!!! In the same universe as Ella but they dont know eachother too much so they dont interact much,,, both end up happy :33333

Odalis; DEAD!!!! gem body 😯!!!!! Crystal hair,, no it is not soft and silky,,, it is hard and unmoving 💔,,,,, a bit gay but doesnt even know who they are,,, tragic......more betrayal💔💔💔

Elysia; TWST OC!!!!! First oc like ever drawn,,, is a literal star,,,, one of the youngest ocs (2nd),,, too many scars to count (is too clumsy for the Earth world amd often forgets how to move)

Charles: !!!!THE BABY!!!!!! is dead unfortunately 💔💔 (no one gets to live happy) baby of Oli (not rlly but whatever) actually the calmest of all my ocs,,, everyone else is either GAY, on that zaza or tweaking a bit,,

Angel; SWEET CHILD💔💔💔 Betrayal is a common theme,,,, family betrayal,,, chefs kisss,,,, family issues EVERYWHERE,,, poor baby only called an angel after dying brutally💔 burned eyes she cannot see properly,,, loves Verona with all her soul,,, religious trauma (same)

Oli; OHMYGOD!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!!! literally THE father,,, if all ocs(mine or others if??) met him,,, hes so sweet pls, actually died peacefully at a nice, old age,, a bit of poor vision from old age,,, actually looks hes in his like early 20s but hes in his 40s,, no specific age because age is nothing when its in the thousands (4000=40,, 2000=20, etc.) Same universe as; Charles, Angel, Verona

Verona; oh poor baby,, literally towers EVERYONE. (7'1),,, absolutely in love with Angel but tries to avoid her,,, why? Because Angel is a literal angel (not yet) and doesnt want to mess up her goal,,, isnt aware Angel is willing to lose everything for him,,, Scary horns and teeth,, hides everytime he can 💔💔

Milo(below); WOLVES!!!!!!!! i love wolves sm,, i was wantinf to make this oc for so long but didnt know the style,, this is just raw like headshot and theres no fit yet,,, literally messiest hair ever,, LIVES IN THE WOODS????? universe hopping moron (has gotten stuck in ulternate universes before (actually was there because it mean she got a family fot once)) wants the golden locs fairytail life (find family and be happy with them, even if they arent wolves as well),,, she wont get it but still wants it, WOLF NOSE BECAUSE YES!!!!!!! Honestly couldnt give a fuck but does because she feels bad 💔 (no one gives a fuck about her)

I had another oc that was like maned wolf oc who was trans (ftm) but i lost it so ill draw him soon 💔 (if i remember to do so)

^^^^ These are wanted crimials,,, be on look out,,,,,, they might steal ur forks and spoons....... and socks if u arent carful................

Ask for full lore and i will so absolutely drop everything to explain 🙌🙌🙌🙌