#angie 🐭

[caramelcalum]

25 & 73 & 81

hi angie 🥰💕

25. If walls could talk (i love her)

73. CAROUSEL ( idk why she's so low?????)

81. valentine (if she's EVER not in my wrapped something has gone terribly wrong)

[justiisms]

"I don't wanna talk about it." *growls mondo who has bits of black and white confetti on him as he stomps all the way from the front door to the stairs, leaving an apologetic taka to cover for him!*

"I'm sorry, but kyōdai has been in a foul mood ever since our first class started! Monokuma claimed that he could do whatever he wished today and proceeded to cause an unfathomable amount of chaos, including barging into our morning class and spraying everyone with confetti! It took nearly half the class to restrain him, but his Kubs ended up barging in and making a huge scene just to free him!" *now taka is starting to get riled up, a huge frown on his face as he recounts only a small portion of the day's chaos!*

"....?" Phan just stares with the most confused look on her face when seeing that confetti on Mondo as she watches him stomp away, before looking towards Kiyotaka!

"Oh? What happened...? O-Oh my god, is that so?! That Monokuma loves causing trouble, but something about today must have really amped him up, huh! And his little guys helping to cause chaos, too.. no wonder Mondo's so upset! I'm sorry you guys had to deal with that..."

Seeing Kiyotaka getting upset, she pulls him into a hug and pats his head. "Now, now... Don't accidentally make yourself upset, too, okay? I can imagine how frustrating of a day this must have been.... But now the day is over and you don't have to deal with him, anymore....so go on, change into your lounging books, and unwind with a nice book or something, okay? I'll make you some nice tea to help! And then I'll check on Mondo later to make sure he's cooled down by then, too. Either way, don't let that stupid bear get to you.. that's exactly what he'd want. Show him that Mr. Ishimaru will not be perturbed by chaotic tendencies; that's the best way to get him."

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

♡ Hiya Blusy! hope ur not too overwhelmed with requests, sendin' love, support and appreciation over from the great land of Chuck-E-Cheese. ♡

anyways, onto the request.

Prompt where Hyper-femme, Fem!Reader, (obviously) who is already in an established relationship with Donna, who always likes to dress cute, as to look vaguely like a porcelaine doll for Donna (and Angie, because, that doll just loves sneaking into Readers poofy petticoats and scaring the living shit out of Reader when they grab the petticoat out of the closet, for wearing), one day, decides to up her (Readers) game by going into town, or in this case, village, buying some cute, ruffly, pastel (pink, white, yellow, ya name it!) fabrics, with a variety of textures, and colours, and means of usage (such as, fabric for a bonnet, fabric for a dress, thin, stretchy material cloth for stockings), sewing (Reader knows how to sew) themselves a VERRRYYY doll looking outfit (poofy tea dress, bonnet, bright colours that clash yet dont clash, curled hair, to resemble those antique dolls with bottle-curled locks, -- Imagine Lolita-wear, basically),

Reader also gets prim-and-proper, by fluffing on those white powder, makeup thingies (the one lottie uses in princess and the frog?? Sorry, non-english speaker, dunno what that is) and whatnot, to REALLY drive into that doll-y aesthetic

Reader suprises Donna, who, at the time, was just innocently reading,

Donna looks at Reader and just starts like, violently sobbing, because of how, 'Reader did so much to look like the stuff she likes!! She doesnt deserve them!!' (If that makes you uncomftorable to write, replace it with something more mellow)

Reader comforts Donna, through giggles, because of how ridiculous she sounded, -- reassuring Donna that she wasnt laughing at her, but at how stupid her reasoning for crying was, because, ofcourse she would dress cute if Donna liked it?? Reader would wear a trash bag if Donna had asked them to, no questions asked! (Okay.. maybe a little bit dramatic, Reader is an eloquent, feminine, 'pink! Pink! Pink!' lady that wouldnt dare to approach black clothing to wear herself, but, you get the point)

Reader promises to Donna that it was no hassel to make herself so pretty, -- 'sewing is a breeze! I love makeup! I just really like those doll vibes..'

Reader also promises Donna that, she'd love to doll (aha, get it?) herself up for Donna every once in awhile, because Reader just loves Donna, and how cute they feel in their respective style, so much, that they just HAVE to.

After Donna had calmed down from that whole 'you sewed yourself stuff for me??!!??! You put on makeup for me??!?@ you did your hair for me?!??!?@??@?!' crisis (again, if that makes you uncomftorable, mellow it down!! No worries!! 💞), and, plopped Reader onto her lap whilst she finished working on her dolls, taking pauses to kiss, and appreciate, and maybe shed some more self-concious, overly-thankful, singular tears, every once in a while --

The end result? A doll that, for some reason, really resembled how reader looked .. down to every scar, and fold, and pocket on Readers body, or bonnet, or dress.

Huh.. weird!

I ask of you to make this just mildly-sfw (meaning, kisses, carresses, etc are okay), -- not smutty or anything, if thats okay! Just cotton-candishly fluffy.

Hope my writing isnt too confusing? Dyslexic, non-english speaking, neurodivergant mess. Aha, please laugh! Anyways, write-ya later, alligator!

-- Chuck-E-Cheese employee, Anon 🐭

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your funny words :D and also for your request!!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))

Doll face

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff,

Word count: 7,440

Summary: She loved you, she loved her dolls... Maybe it was time to put those two things together...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

Another day began and you walked slowly towards the living room. The sound of your heels bounced off the wood like an elegant music that accompanied each morning. Before getting close enough, you looked at yourself in the mirror to make sure everything was in its place. You couldn't help it, you were always like that.

Every morning was a confirmation for you that your life went on, that you could continue to light up that dark mansion with your joy. The bright colors of your dress always contrasted with the sadness of those dilapidated walls, with the darkness that you, every day, tried to eliminate.

Being born with the gift of joy and color could seem strange in a place like that. The village always played with the same color palette, everything was white, black, gray... There was nothing that could stand out, that could change the sinister atmosphere of the place where you were born.

You always went against those principles, against the gray, the black, the darkness. Your friends envied you and you knew it. It wasn't your beauty, your intelligence or your skills, no, they envied your colorful way of facing life.

Proud of your femininity, you always looked for a way to put on makeup, to dress in an elegant and striking way. It was your style, yes, but also a hobby. Playing with darkness, facing it became almost an addiction.

You spent your days sewing, putting on makeup, telling the world that if it wanted to be black it would have to walk all over you. Joy, elegance and the desire to feel different, that was your motivation when you got up every morning.

The masses, the Black Gods didn't seem bothered, quite the opposite. Everything in your life went well, or so you thought, since you always saw the good side of things. Being happy was quite an achievement in a place like that and appearance was the first step to prove it, to stand out in a world of shadows.

But that different attitude had consequences. You were not shunned by the village. They didn't look at you with dangerous eyes, quite the opposite. Wherever you went, you attracted attention, you caught the eyes of everyone who was present, villager or even...Lord.

Yes, you noticed how the gazes of the four of them were fixed on you. One of them seemed more interested, unable to take her gaze off you.

Like a ghost, like the complete opposite of you, that black figure always followed you with its gaze. You couldn't know how, you couldn't see her eyes. A woman in mourning, covered by a black veil, a sinister doll... The dollmaker, Donna Beneviento.

At first you thought it was just another look, that the always bright tones of your clothes blinded her vision, bothered her. It didn't take long for you to find out that it was precisely the opposite.

Your joy, your determination to look good, to stand out from the boring crowd was what really caught her attention, what made her approach you with curiosity. That was the first step towards a perfect future.

It might seem that you two were like water and oil, like light and darkness, but perhaps that was precisely what made you slowly become addicted to her. You had much more in common than it might seem at first.

 You both loved sewing, beauty... Well, really, when that black veil disappeared, when Lady Beneviento showed her deformed face to you, you began to know what beauty really was.

She was a beautiful woman, really beautiful, she just didn't know it. You did, and you wouldn't let a second go by without reminding her, always. That contrast of black and pink, of paleness and color was perfect, a perfect mix that ended up leading to a kiss, a kiss that said much more than any clumsy word.

And so, time went by and your relationship settled comfortably. You even left your old home for that sad and dull mansion, with the certain objective that your presence would bring the light that it needed, that joy that was missing in that place, in that woman.

Donna was a dark just like her clothes. Her problems and misfortunes turned her into a wandering spirit, into a lonely entity waiting for the days to end. Your arrival didn’t change that erratic attitude, nor her inevitable madness.

You weren’t going to lose her. You were not going to let the darkness invade you too. You would be like a lifeguard, like the light that illuminates a dark path, showing the way out of a labyrinth of sadness and bitterness.

Despite those problems, despite the constant mockery of the Angie doll, you were happy, you couldn’t help being happier than ever. You would do anything for Donna and she would do it for you. An unexpected love, but one you would never let go of, ever.

“Good morning,” you hummed as you approached the table, always sporting the same bright smile. A fake smile to look elegant or to pretend? No, not at all, it was a genuine smile, one that always achieved the desired effect, that the lady in black would return one of hers.

“Ciao, tesoro…” Donna replied, leaving her coffee cup to extend her hand towards you, one that you took and caressed, letting yourself be carried away by the subtle pull that took you to her lips, placing them on yours cautiously. “Good morning…”

“Did you sleep well?” you asked, reluctantly abandoning those lips, going around the table and sitting in your chair.

Her gaze rose to yours, nodding as she poured you a cup of coffee.

“As always when I'm with you,” the lady said, with a slight blush on her cheeks, a reaction of her body that, despite all the time, she couldn't avoid.

“Mm, okay,” you said amused, causing a shy laugh from the woman in black. “Today is a splendid day.”

“Yes, it really is,” she murmured, nodding slowly.

“We could go for a walk,” you suggested, spreading jam on one of the toasts, a strawberry jam that, unintentionally, matched perfectly with your clothes, as always.

Maybe the color and you had a much more special relationship than you thought.

Donna shook her head, making that smile she always put on when she saw you, disappear.

“I have a lot of work, (Y/N), I don't think I can,” she commented with a serious tone.

You tilted your head, frowning.

“What a shame, because I have to go to the village and it would have been great if you came with me… So I could show off a little bit about you,” you said, pretending to pout as the lady laughed again.

“In any case, tesoro, I would be the one to show off about you,” Donna murmured, looking at you with a mischievous smile behind her cup.

You bit your lip and sighed, blinking in a petulant and romantic way.

“You never get tired of being adorable, do you?” you said amused. “Anyway, I really have to go to the village.”

“Do you have to go? What do you need?” she asked curiously, continuing with her breakfast, repressing all those words and flattery that always interrupted any conversation.

“Look at this dress,” you said frowning and pointing at your clothes. “It's already pretty old.”

“Old?” the lady asked, looking at you confused. “I thought you got it last year.”

“Mm yeah, but… I don’t know, today I woke up really, really wanting to sew,” you sighed, looking up at the ceiling, remembering all the designs you had thought of while you were taking a shower.

“Oh,” she murmured, arching her eyebrow. “If you’re so willing to sew, you could help me with my dolls.”

“Really?” you asked surprised. It was the first time she asked you something like that. Her dolls were something almost sacred to her. She would never let a stranger intervene in their creations.

“You sew very well, I think you could be of help to me,” she commented passively, taking a toast, looking away in a subtle way. “If it’s okay with you, of course.”

“I think it’s a great idea, Donna,” you said enthusiastically.

Actually, going down to that dark workshop was something you tried to avoid, but at first you had no choice. Your love for sewing forced you to hide your pride and spend hours with Donna in that sinister place.

Over time, the lady in black agreed to let you use the guest room for your sewing work, one blessed with sunlight, much better.

But that day you had no choice but to go down to that horrible basement.

“Are you comfortable, tesoro?” Donna asked, putting a chair next to hers and indicating you to sit down.

You nodded, earning a soft kiss on the lips, one that you deepened, making the lady in black give a shy laugh to your ears.

“Take these fabrics,” she indicated, sitting in front of the old sewing machine and giving you an assortment of dark fabric that you looked at with disdain.

It didn't matter how much you loved Donna. You liked how that black dress framed her figure but that color was still your worst enemy.

“Let's see…” you whispered, looking at each of the colors with reluctance. “Hey, Donna, are you going to use these colors?”

“Mm, I always use those colors,” she explained, looking for something in the notes of an old notebook and showing it to you. “Look, I'm sure that dress over there won't be a problem for you, do you understand what it says?”

You looked at the notes and with a small effort, you nodded pleased.

“Luckily Angie has taught me,” you commented amused, translating those elegant words written in Italian. Donna smiled pleased, getting a little closer to you.

“Always try to embroider it…Mm… This way,” she indicated, turning a few pages and showing you the designs.

“Okay…” you sighed in an exaggerated way, looking sideways at the black fabrics.

“Is something wrong, tesoro?” the lady asked, alerted by your sudden reluctance. “You, you don't have to help me… If, if you want to go to the village…”

“Oh no, it's not that, I'd love to help you Donna, but it's just…” you whispered, biting your lip and picking up one of the cloths. “Does it really have to be black?”

“Yes,” she said, with a concentrated expression, moving away a little and observing a porcelain head. “If you don't like it you can make it grey, I don't really care.”

“Grey…” you sighed with a tired look, glancing at a few dolls on a shelf, all of them sad, dark, depressing… “Have you never thought about giving them a bit of color?”

“Color?” she asked in a low voice, skillfully mixing paint and cleaning the imperfections of that lifeless head. “I don't understand you.”

“Always grey, black… Donna…” you sighed, drawing her attention. “What harm can it do to a doll to not look like it has in a funeral?”

“Explain yourself,” the lady murmured, painting the lips of that head, barely listening to you.

“You should use pink, or white for your dolls' dresses, they would surely look much better,” you said, nodding, touching the soft black fabric and hoping that the darkness wouldn't spread to your dress.

“Oh, I didn't know you made dolls,” Donna said with irony and a mocking smile.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

“Donna, color gives a lot of joy to everything,” you said, leaning on the table and guiding her head to look at you. She sighed annoyed, putting down the head and crossing her arms.

“If I want to see colors, I just need to look at you,” she joked, frowning, with an intriguing smile.

“Thanks,” you said amused, blinking flirtatiously.

Donna laughed too, but looked away.

“I like my dolls just the way they are,” she said quietly, going back to painting the head. “It’s my style.”

“Oh, okay…” you said with a mocking look, starting to draw patterns on the black fabric. “Well, your style is very bland, honey.”

“Bland… have you come to help or criticize me?” she asked, her tone a bit colder, but with her smile telling you she wasn’t upset.

“It’s constructive criticism,” you commented, getting up from your chair and walking over to one of the shelves, picking up a random doll. “Look at this one. Isn’t she supposed to be having tea?”

Donna turned to look at you and tilted her head with a sigh.

“It seems so,” she murmured.

“Well, she should have a white and red frilly dress with a matching pretty hat, not a boring dark grey dress,” you said, looking at the doll's fabric.

“Then she would look like you,” she said as you sat back down, shrugging.

“Oh, you don't like the way I dress?” you asked with a feigned look of shock and offense, cutting the black fabric to shape that boring dress.

“You're not a doll,” Donna whispered, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye.

A wide smile spread across your face and you leaned towards her ear.

“Oh, would you like it?” you whispered, kissing her ear softly before returning to your task.

The lady in black looked at you briefly, about to say something. She apparently changed her mind at the last moment and laughed softly, shaking her head.

“If you were my doll…” Donna murmured, after a moment of calm and silent work. It seemed that this innocent question was floating around in her head, something that caught your attention. “You would wear black clothes.”

“Mm, that's what you say now,” you said defiantly, sewing the sleeves of the black dress, afraid that this horrible color would cause an allergic reaction on your skin. “I'm convinced that once you try to leave the safety of these horrible colors you will no longer want to go back to black.”

“You are very sure of yourself,” she murmured amused, coming closer to kiss you slowly, something she always did when she couldn't prove you were wrong. “But I'm afraid you're not a doll.”

“Well, that can be possible,” you said to yourself. The lady blinked in confusion, but returned to her work.

The morning passed quietly. You sighed in relief when you finished that hideous black dress, one that Donna looked at closely.

“Do you like it?” you asked expectantly.

She nodded pleased.

“Good job, (Y/N)…” she sighed, placing the dress to give it some final touches.

“Brr…” you said, pretending to shiver. “I think I need a walk, that horrible color has stressed me out.”

“You're so exaggerated, tesoro,” Donna joked as you stood up, pretending disgust at that black fabric. “Are you going to the village?”

“Yes…” you sighed, stretching in an exaggerated way. “Do you want something?”

“No,” she said with a dry tone, looking away.

“Are you sure you don't want some colored fabrics?” you asked, leaning over one of her shoulders, opening your eyes like a puppy.

She smiled, pinching your cheek and kissing you before shaking her head.

“Whatever, don’t complain if people stop buying your dolls,” you said in an ironic tone, slowly moving away, stopped by a hand in yours, which kept you in place.

“All my dolls are sold, (Y/N),” she told you, in a somber tone, indicating that you had managed to offend her. Luckily, you were used to playing with the doll maker.

“Right, maybe it's because you're the only doll maker in the village and also a Lord. You could put a ball of wool on a stick, call it a doll, and the village children would buy it,” you joked, blinking cockily.

Donna growled, letting your hand go abruptly.

“Why don't you just leave now?” she asked in a dark tone, turning away so as not to make eye contact with you.

“Oh, are you kicking me out?” you said defiantly.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Don't tell me how to do my job.”

“I'm just advising you... If you make all your dolls the same, where's the originality?” you asked, insisting without fear. Donna would never blow up over something like that, and you knew it.

“(Y/N)…” the lady hissed.

“Okay, okay, I'm leaving,” you said amused, approaching again, surrounding her by the shoulders in an annoying hug and repeatedly kissing her cheek, causing her to laugh as she tried to escape from your kissing attack.

“Hey, lasciami…” she protested while laughing.

You obeyed, but when you moved away you felt a strong tug on your wrist that brought you back to the lady, kissing you in a deeper way.

“Actually, I would like you to be a doll…”

“Oh, would you?” you asked amused, playing with her hands. She nodded with a dark look, pulling you closer to her ear.

“Mm, if you were a doll you surely wouldn't say nonsense,” she joked with a sensual tone.

You responded by giving her shoulder a protest hit while she laughed amused.

“Oh, okay, okay,” you sighed, crossing your arms and walking towards the doors. “But you know what? I would be the prettiest doll, and the most colorful…”

Donna shook her head, sighing, giving you a tender smile, a completely in love look.

“Ti amo, (Y/N),” she said without looking at you.

“Oh, Donna…” you murmured, with all your cheesy side forcing you to get closer again, giving one last kiss to the brunette. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

“Go away,” she said amused, struggling again with your excessive affection.

You nodded and obeyed, walking happily towards the bedroom. Of course, you couldn't leave the mansion without putting on makeup and spending excessive time to find something that matched your clothes.

You sighed as you carelessly opened the closet. You'll be wondering ‘Why careless?’ simple, because there was someone else in that house, someone who liked to scare you.

“Are you looking for something?” a sinister voice came out of the closet, hidden among your clothes. “Because if you were looking for me, you've found me, you fool!”

“Ah, Angie!” you said with a hand on your chest, startled by the sudden appearance of Donna's doll, peeking out from your clothes like every morning.

You didn't know if Angie scared you because she hated you, or because it was her way of having fun. You really doubted that doll had anything against you, after all, you came into Donna's life to make her happy and that is something that, discreetly, Angie would always thank you for.

“Scare, scare...” the doll mocked, humming triumphantly.

You smiled, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms.

“You're going to wrinkle my clothes,” you said amused, gesturing to the doll to get out of there.

“What are you looking for, silly? An accessory?” Angie asked, shuffling through your colorful dresses.

“A coat that matches this,” you said with disinterest while the doll continued to shuffle through the clothes. “Oh, wait, that one,” you interrupted, taking the garment that the doll held expectantly.

“Another day in which Great Angie helps you with your clothes,” the doll said laughing and getting off the furniture with a comical jump. “You're welcome, loser.”

“Thanks…” you said with a falsely elegant tone, putting that pink coat on the bed.

Then you walked to the old dresser, thus beginning another of your makeup sessions.

“Can I help you, silly?” Angie asked, sitting at the small table and taking your utensils.

“Okay,” you said smiling, gathering your hair. “Bring me that powder over there.”

The doll obeyed and silence reigned again in the mansion.

“Hey, Angie,” you said, glancing at the doll, at her white dress. “I think you're the only doll that doesn't wear black. It doesn't seem that Donna made you.”

“Donna didn't make me, you fool!” the puppet protested, startling you, making you growl. That was the moment when you were putting on eye makeup, it was dangerous.

“No? I thought so,” you commented, getting a little closer to the mirror.

“No, silly, silly, her father made me,” Angie commented, watching you from very close, watching you put on makeup.

“Oh, I didn't know that,” you commented, preparing the blush. “But I shouldn't be surprised. She would never make a doll in a color different than black or gray.”

“Do you have a problem with the way my Donna works? Because if so, get ready for a fight,” she said, moving her fists comically.

“No, no,” you said amused, moving your hands away from the doll as you put the blush on your cheeks. “I just can't explain her aversion to color.”

“Donna doesn't have an aversion to color,” Angie said, leaving you some room.

“Mm, well, it seems like it... Has she never made a doll in a different color...? A more cheerful one?” you asked curiously, distracting you too much from your makeup session.

“No,” the doll said shrugging. “But why would she want to do that? She already has you.”

“I'm not a doll,” you said amused, shaking your head, looking at yourself in the mirror, puzzled.

“Are you sure? Because you look like one…” Angie said amused, pointing at the mirror.

“What's wrong?” you asked, frowning. “Oh, too much lipstick…”

“Too much blush…” the doll added, making you sigh and take a piece of cotton to fix that mess.

“Yes…”

“Now you are a doll,” she said amused, making you look at her confused. “I'm sure Donna will go crazy if she sees you like this.”

“Oh, you think so?” you asked, looking at yourself carefully and correcting some imperfections in your makeup. “She already has hundreds of dolls. She doesn't need another one… right?”

“What nonsense, if Donna is obsessed with those dolls it's because she loves them,” Angie commented. “I don't understand why, I'm infinitely better than them, in every way.”

You laughed amused, with an absurd idea going through your head. If Donna liked dolls that much… How would she react if you really looked like one of them? Curiosity was much stronger than rational thought and it was never a bad chance to make the lady in black smile.

“So…” you murmured, putting away your makeup. “Do you think Donna will love seeing me like this?”

“Oh, sure,” the doll nodded, crossing your arms. “But, but, wait, I didn't say anything. Don't tell her…” she said hastily. “Donna hates when I read her mind.”

“Mm…” you murmured thoughtfully, excited by the idea of ​​testing that statement. If you were successful… Well, your mind was already taking care of the rest.

After putting on your bright and elegant coat, you went up the elevator, finding Donna by surprise. She seemed to be reading something at her desk.

“Honey,” you said with a wide smile, walking slowly towards her and leaning over the furniture. “Weren't you with your dolls?”

“No, obviously I’m not anymore,” she said, with a cold tone, reluctantly letting you kiss her cheek softly, accidentally marking it with your lipstick.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” you said amused, running a hand over her painted cheek. “What are you reading?”

“Niente,” the lady said, nervously covering a strange catalogue, something that made you suspicious.

“That seems like a lie to me, dolcezza…” you joked. “Let me see, please, please…” you said insistently with a high-pitched, pleading tone.

Your extremely cheesy and affectionate gestures had an effect on the brunette, forcing her to give in with an annoyed grunt.

“Wow…” you whispered, looking at that old catalogue of dolls, some very different from Donna's. “I see that my words have had an effect.”

“Sometimes I think you're a witch,” the lady commented while you looked at one of those dolls, one with a white dress, with ruffles, terribly adorable. Your mind was already working on ideas, but you still didn't know exactly which ones.

“A witch?” you asked amused, bringing the catalogue closer to your eyes, memorizing every detail of that pompous doll. “I'm just saying what I think.”

“Mm, yes, and you make me think,” Donna whispered, looking up and opening her eye wide when it made contact with yours. “(Y/N), tesoro…” she sighed, mouth agape.

“What's wrong, darling?” you asked passively, leaving the magazine on the desk again, meeting the doll maker's dazed gaze.

“You look… beautiful…” she said in a surprised voice, looking at each and every detail of your exaggerated makeup. “You look beautiful, today, tesoro…”

“Do you really think so?” you asked, surprised by that unexpected reaction. Donna nodded softly, with a tender look.

“Yes, you are, I don't know, different,” ​​the lady commented, taking your hands and swinging them with hers. “I, I like the way you've put on your makeup.”

“Oh…” you sighed, blushing at the compliment and at the reaction that your doll look had the desired effect, even better. “Well, I thought it was too much blush…”

“No, you look, you look gorgeous…” Donna said, pulling your body so she could kiss you softly.

“Donna, the lipstick…” you joked, moving away from that tender kiss.

“I'm sorry, I got carried away,” the lady in black apologized. “Your beauty never ceases to amaze me.”

“Mm, could it be that I remind you of a doll?” you asked amused, tilting your head with your hands on your waist.

“Maybe,” she murmured, distracted again by that catalogue, confirming your suspicions. “La mia bellisima bambola”

Well, now you could put into practice those ideas that were traveling alone through your mind.

 “Okay, Don, I could spend the rest of the day letting you tell me such nice things but… I'm afraid I have to go to the village.”

“Don't call me Don, I hate it,” she protested, receiving in response a wink and an elegant turn that made your dress dance in a hypnotic way.

“Okay, you grumpy spaghetti…” you sighed amused, looking at Angie. “Are you coming with me, Angie?”

“Bah, I don't think so, the Duke has the wool balls counted …” the doll said, sitting on the lap of her owner, who looked attentively at that catalogue, with a sweet smile.

Humming, you walked through the forest. The bright colors of your clothes illuminated you among the dull and pale white of the snow. You almost thought you were shining.

Your head worked remembering the colors, the shapes of that porcelain doll you saw in that old photograph. But what you really couldn't forget was Donna's face when she saw you made up like that, noticing your obvious resemblance to a doll.

Seeing that poor tormented woman happy was much more to your liking than sewing, much more than putting on makeup or matching clothes. Donna was your favorite hobby since you met her and besides, each of her smiles was a reward for you. The joy and tenderness of her gaze hid the pain, the suffering, everything she went through before becoming a Lord.

You were definitely completely determined to make her forget, to make every day with you special. It already was but... Maybe that makeup mistake could be useful in the near future.

“Oh, elegance itself approaching my humble carriage...” the Duke murmured when you walked towards him.

You nodded at him kindly, with your hands on your hips.

“Don't flatter me, Duke, I'm not going to pay you more for that,” you said amused. “Fabrics, I need fabrics.”

“Well…” he sighed, laughing satisfied. “Are they for you or for Lady Beneviento?” he asked, taking out a few rolls of fabrics of many colors.

“For me,” you said, coming closer to look for something similar to the doll in that catalog. “Do you have something with ruffles?” you asked curiously, running your hand over a fabric of a color very similar to the one you were looking for.

“Ruffles? Sure…” the merchant said, laughing pleased and showing you what you were looking for. “It doesn't seem like the typical fabric order you usually make me, Miss (Y/N).”

“No, it's for a personal project,” you commented, searching among those fabrics for something that could help you make a matching hat.

“Sounds interesting,” the man commented, with a gloomy look.

“No matter how much discount you give me, I'm not going to tell you anything,” you said amused, knowing the thirst for information that the greedy merchant always had. “Mm... Do you have this fabric in pastel pink?”

“Of course...” the man murmured, taking out the required roll. “By the way, let me tell you that you look beautiful this morning.”

“Wow, thank you,” you said, smiling pleased by the compliment, checking the quality of an elastic fabric that you would use for stockings.

“There's no doubt why Lady Beneviento is completely crazy about you. I always thought that you looked like... Well, don't be offended, one of her dolls,” the Duke commented, laughing amused.

You smiled and raised your eyebrows.

“Mm, do you think that Donna loves me just because I look like one of her dolls?” you joked, crossing your arms.

“I didn't say that, Miss,” he said, making a gesture with his hand. “But it's clear that you know how to please her.”

“Of course,” you said satisfied, picking up a much thicker cloth, perfect for a matching bonnet. “But… I'm not going to tell you anything. I doubt you are interested in my way of pleasing Lady Beneviento.”

“I'm interested in everything, dear,” he joked, to which you gave him a dark but amused look. “Oh, I'm sure these bows are perfect for what you're looking for.”

“Mm, let me see…” you sighed, picking up those showy bows.

Of course that man couldn't even guess what you had in mind, but you shouldn't underestimate him. He wasn't exactly a naive fool.

Satisfied with your purchases, you returned to the mansion, ready to start your little game, one that sounded better and better in your head and that you were eager to put into practice.

Naturally, poor Donna didn't suspect anything. She always tried with all her might not to get involved in your affairs. She rarely succeeded, but that time, luckily, was one of them.

Little by little, taking advantage of a carelessness of the lady in black, you managed to get that old doll catalogue, carefully observing each of the details of that doll chosen for your plans.

An elegant hat surrounded by a yellow bow, white stockings matching patent leather shoes... Definitely a classic doll, but with touches of your own style, replacing that boring white of the original design with a deep pastel pink color.

“Mm…” you hummed as you sewed, with the atypical blessing of sunlight streaming through your makeshift workshop. That guest never-used room that was something like your secret lair. “Let's see…” you murmured, checking the size of the hat, checking that it fit your features perfectly. “Yes, perfect.”

Satisfied, you put that pompous bonnet away in a place where Donna couldn't look and continued with the dress, the part that would take you much longer.

“(Y/N), tesoro,” a voice interrupted your sewing along with some soft knocks on the door. “Amore mio, are you there?”

“Oh, Donna, yes, w-wait a minute,” you said, hastily putting away all your work and opening the door, trying to put your hair up first.

What you were doing didn't matter, you always had to be perfect for her, and you loved being that way.

“Ciao…” she said with a sweet voice when you opened the door, looking at you with that bright eye.

Of course, your makeup didn't change since that day. You always tried to perfect the doll look that provoked those tender sighs, those caresses...

“Hola,” you said amused, enjoying how her gaze ran satisfied over your features. “Do you want something, my love?”

“Oh, well, I wanted to see you but...” she whispered, grabbing you by the waist, lightly pressing your body against hers. “I actually wanted to ask if you were hungry.”

“Hungry? Oh, well, now that you mention it...” you said with a tender smile, biting your lip at the gentle rocking of your bodies. “I’m a bit hungry.”

“You're distracted lately,” the lady commented, placing a lock of hair behind your ear. “What are you up to?”

“Me? Nothing,” you whispered innocently.

Donna smiled mockingly, arching her eyebrow and leaning in to kiss you slowly again.

“You’re a terrible liar,” she whispered playfully, releasing you from her romantic hold. “You spend a lot of time locked up in here, tesoro…”

“Well, spring is coming and I have to hurry if I want to be up to date,” you said in a calm voice, closing the door when the lady in black peeked in to see what was inside.

“Don’t give it so much importance. You look beautiful in anything you wear, cara mia…” Donna whispered romantically, stealing another kiss from you again.

“Hey, I can make something for you if you want… How old is that dress?” you asked playfully, subtly changing the subject and playing with the black fabric. “Don’t you want me to make you a…? I don’t know, a red, or an orange one, or…”

“No, tesoro,” she said, laughing playfully, like every time you hinted at her taking off her horrible mourning dress. “I like this dress.”

“Okay, okay…” you sighed, hanging onto his neck. “But some embroidered flowers…” you murmured, running a hand over her chest.

“I'm not going to put flowers on my dress,” she said, with a more serious look, crossing her arms.

“As you wish, grumpy…” you whispered jokingly, getting her to grab you by the waist again while you resisted, laughing shyly.

“Maybe you don't want me to cook for you,” she mocked, pretending to pout.

“Oh, no, no, um… let's go to the kitchen and I'll help you, okay?” you said, apologizing in a soft tone, earning a kiss on your made-up cheek.

“It'll be a pleasure, doll face…” she whispered, immediately paralyzing and putting on a nervous look. Surely she didn't want to say that, but she said it, to your ears’ delight.

“Mm, what did you call me?” you said, biting your lip and approaching her seductively.

“I'm, I'm sorry,” she apologized nervously. “I didn't mean…”

“You didn't mean to? Well, I liked it, Donna,” you said, turning around, making your dress dance like you knew she liked and walking towards the stairs.

That was one of the many proofs that your doll makeup was working perfectly. Donna looked like she had just met you, she was more in love than ever, watching you whenever she could, telling you those things that made you melt and replacing little by little her usual ‘tesoro’ or ‘dolcezza’ with ‘doll face’, something that wasn’t unpleasant for you at all.

The days went by and your project was almost finished. A last embroidery on your dress was the last piece for your plan.

“Okay… what do you think?” you asked the doll that sat on the small bed, watching your work.

Angie never said anything to her owner under the threat of revealing that, indeed, reading the lady's thoughts was one of her favorite hobbies, as well as scaring you.

“A cheesy, cheesy, cheesy thing,” she said amused. “Aren't there too many ruffles?”

“No… Look, it's almost identical to the model,” you commented, running your hands over the newly finished fabric, playing with those ruffles, caressing them while you turned the magazine so Angie could take a look.

“Hey, but that dress is white!” the puppet protested. “Why did you turn it pink?”

“Look here, it has white fabric underneath, do you see?” you explained, showing the parts inside of the dress, which matched perfectly with the stockings. “Besides, I wanted to give it my own style.”

“Yes, your silly, cheesy, cheesy style,” Angie mocked, moving your new dress curiously.

“Donna likes me being cheesy,” you said, moving the doll away from your new creation and hanging it on under the bonnet, observing the outfit from afar.

“Donna likes anything that has to do with you or her dolls,” Angie corrected, observing the outfit, imitating your posture in a comical way.

“So if we put the two things together…” you said with an expectant voice, satisfied with the final result.

“She's going to have a heart attack, for sure… Uh… That's not your intention, is it?” Angie commented, pointing at you accusingly, to which you simply rolled your eyes, taking the hanger and walking towards the exit.

“Do me a favor and distract Donna, she's reading downstairs, right?” you asked, opening the door cautiously.

“Yes, she is, silly,” the doll said, crossing her arms. “Relax, I'll take care of the silly Donna…”

As expected, Angie kept her word, forcing the lady to chase her after stealing her book. You took advantage of that distraction to go down to the basement and get dressed and well… put the finishing touches on your plan.

“Okay…” you said, looking at yourself in the mirror while putting on your makeup. At first your resemblance to a doll was more or less subtle, but that occasion required a little more powder on your face and blush, more striking lips and of course, a beautiful curly hairstyle.

You already had the golden hair color naturally, but it used to fall down, so curling it was perhaps the most complicated part, but nothing that was out of your reach.

“Perfect, it's wrong for me to say it but... I'm a genius,” you said, adjusting your hat, looking at yourself dressed completely as a doll. “Now let's see what you say, dolcezza...”

The sound of your handmade shoes was pleasant. The clothes were really comfortable, even forgetting about the whole doll thing, it was a beautiful dress that would undoubtedly accompany you from time to time, well, if Donna liked it, of course.

“Honey...” you hummed as you went up the elevator, walking slowly to where the lady in black was, reading innocently.

“Ciao,” she sighed, turning a page, without looking at you. “I thought you were upstairs.”

You laughed shyly, holding the sides of your dress so they moved elegantly as you approached the couch, slowly lowering the brunette's book.

Donna glanced at you briefly and then went back to her book, but that only lasted a second, the second it took her brain to process your change.

“Mamma mia… (Y/N)…” she sighed with her eye wide open, her jaw dropping slightly. Just for that face, it was worth all the work.

“Do you like my new outfit?” you asked amused, turning around to move your dress, to further hypnotize the paralyzed lady in black. “I've given it a little more personal touch…”

“But, but, but…” Donna stammered, slowly getting up. “(Y/N)… Sei come una bambola…”

“Yeah, well, it's just that I used a doll for the design, I don't know why, I thought you would like it, what do you think, honey?” you said passively, not giving importance to Donna's apparent nervousness.

“It's, it's incredible…” she stammered, grabbing your hand and giving you an elegant spin, touching, brushing the fabric, caressing your curls. “D-Did you make it?”

“Of course,” you said smiling, enjoying her exploratory caresses. “I know how much you like your dolls, so I thought that maybe seeing me almost turned into one of them would make you happy,” you explained, putting a hand on her cheek so she would look into your eyes. “Do you like it, my love?”

“W-Wait,” she said, blinking confusedly, moving away. “Do you mean that you…? That you… You did it this for me?” she asked, increasingly nervous, a reaction that you didn’t expect.

“Of course, darling… I like to make you happy. I'm not going to say that it has not taken me a lot of work but, well, you already know how easy it is for me to sew and… Donna?”

You stopped talking when you heard a sob, when you saw the sadness in the brunette's eye, an inexplicable one. You got a little closer to her. Poor Donna seemed unable to stop crying.

“My love, what's wrong?” you asked with a sweet voice, worried about her reaction. “Don't cry, Donna…”

“Y-You have, have, have you done that…? For me?” the lady in black repeated, with a voice broken by that irrational crying. “Just for me? But, but… You, you've been sewing for weeks and… You've put on makeup like that and… And… Just for me?”

When you realized what the reason for her crying was, you sighed in relief, lifting her chin and laughing amused.

“Donna… Of course I did it for you…” you said between soft laughs, wiping away her tears.

“But, but, tesoro… You didn't have to… You didn't have to try that hard… For, for me…” she stammered again, shaking her head.

You laughed a bit louder, causing the lady in black to protest by kicking the floor.

“Don't laugh at me,” she hissed, wiping her tears herself, looking at you in annoyance.

“I'm not laughing at you, darling,” you said, cupping her face in your hands. “I laugh at how absurd those tears are,” you whispered in a soft voice, coming closer to lightly place your lips on hers, in an almost imperceptible kiss.

“How do you want me not to cry? You, you know how much I like dolls and, and, you, you sewed that for me, you put on that outfit for me… Just to make me happy… I, I don't deserve you, (Y/N), I don't deserve you!”

“Shhh, don't yell, my precious Donna…” you said, calming that incipient crisis with more kisses, with more caresses. “When will you learn that I would do anything for you? Anything…  I don't know, if you asked me to wear a trash bag instead of clothes, I would do it without thinking, or even worse, I would be able to wear something black for you, my love…”

Donna smiled, calming her crying and shaking her head, taking a moment to contemplate you before hugging you lovingly, with all the love she dared to express.

“You are perfect, (Y/N)… Perfect…” she whispered lovingly in your ear, playing with your curls, calming the sobs that still came out of her lips.

“Just because I'm with you,” you said, smiling adorably, perfectly matching your doll look.

“Ti amo, ti amo, ti amo…” the lady repeated, showering you with kisses, caresses… Smiling after that little moment of crisis.

“Hey, the makeup, Donna,” you joked, gently pushing her away. “I love you too, so much…”

The lady looked you up and down again and suddenly frowned.

“I have, I have an idea…” she murmured, taking your hand and starting to walk. “Come with me.”

The two of you went down to the basement and entered the workshop. Donna didn’t say anything, but she seemed nervous, rummaging through her stuff for something you didn’t know about. When she apparently found it, she sat down on her chair, pulling your hand.

“Will you sit with me, doll face?” she asked you kindly, guiding you to sit on her lap, which you did happily.

Without saying anything to you, she began to work on a porcelain body. She seemed focused, but she was easily distracted by your kisses, the ones she gave you from time to time, with a tear running down her cheek.

“Mm,” you murmured, dying of love for those displays of affection, for those tender kisses that soothed your skin.

“(Y/N), do you have any fabric left in that color?” Donna asked pointing to your dress, after shaping the curly mane of an upcoming doll.

You brought her everything she asked for and as the hours passed, which seemed too short for you, you began to sense what she was doing. Your same hairstyle, your same dress, the stockings, the hat… Everything was reflected in miniature in that doll.

“Is it me?” you asked in a sweet voice, placing yourself well on her lap. She looked at you and nodded pleased, handing you the doll. “Donna, it's incredible… She has the same spot as me,” you said amazed by her mastery, by having replicated you in such a perfect way.

“You were right, (Y/N), the color suits the dolls well,” she said, kissing you sweetly on the lips. “It's a gift for you, amore mio…”

“Wow… It's amazing, Donna, I don't know what to say…”

“Just say that you will continue being the way you are… That you will be my favorite doll forever…”

[kokorose]

Christmas with you

Mick Schumacher x Kpop!gf

face claim: Sana Minatozaki (k-pop group Twice)

In a world where K-pop idols could publicly date and not get canceled.

Yn's username translates to YnBunny in Korean and Mick calls her Hase which is Bunny in German.

Google Translated Korean and German.

Pics from Pintrest

Allkpop posted

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Dispatch: Twice's Yn seen at Incheon International Airport. Sources say that Yn was seen boarding a flight to Switzerland. JYP Entertainment has not put out a statement as to why the Twice member was headed to Switzerland, we will update you once we get any news.

comments:

YnYn: why's Yn headed to Switzerland?? @JYPEnteraiment we need answers!?!?

username: She's so pretty.

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YnToki Posted to her story

YnToki: Mein Mäus (my mouse)

MickSchumacher: ❤❤

YnToki: ❤️

EstebanOcon: 👀👀

Nayeonyny: 마음에 드는 사람 (Cuties)

momo:😊

MickSchumacher posted

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MickSchumacher: mein kleiner Schneehase (my little snow bunny)

comments:

username: Mick still soft launching???

username: Mick its been 3 months, who is she?!?!

EstebanOcon: 😳😳😳

SebastianVettel: She's a nice girl Mick.

username: Sebastian met her?!?!

lewishamilton: 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽

username: ummmm, Yn in the likes????

username: you're being delulu babes

username: omg cute

YnToki posted

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YnToki: I don’t mind the cold because I’ve got you to keep me warm. 🐭

comments:

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lalisa: 💗

username: omg!! yn officially soft launched!!!

username: MICK IN THE LIKESSS!!!!

Username: not just Mick but Gina too!???

username: Mick Schumacher what are you doing here????

username: is that Mick in her pic????

MickSchumacher posted

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MickSchumacher: some snow, good food and even better company!

Comments:

Sebastian Vettel: if you guys have time, you should come visit!

Username: wait is that… yn?!?

Username: I swear to god that’s Yn!!!

ginaschumacher: my favorite couple!

EstebanOcon: 🤮 stop it’s too cute

Username: mick and Angie!!!

YnToki posted

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YnToki: puppies, kisses and Christmas cuddles!! I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and happy new years! 🎄🎄

And to my mäus, these last 3 months have been the greatest time of my life. I love you and can’t wait to spend many more Christmases with you! ❤️❤️

Tagged: my love

Comments:

MickSchumacher: I love you too Hase(bunny) ❤️

GinaSchumacher: YAY!!!!

Username: OMG ITS MICK!!!! SHE’S DATING MICK!!

Username: omg!!! THE MATCHING PICTURES!!

LewisHamilton: 🐰🐭

Momo: 💕💕💕💕

Username: omg the Christmas hard launch

AllKpop posted

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AllKpop: Twice member YN reveals she’s dating Formula One team Mercedes-Petronas AMG reserve driver Mick Schumacher in latest instagram post!

JYP entertainment put out a statement saying that it was Yn’s personal life and she had informed them(the company) of said relationship back in September after the couple had begun dating. They ask that everyone respects the couples privacy.

Comments:

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Username: awwww good for her!!

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Username: what a beautiful couple they make!!

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The Gods Command ⚔️ [Random Update]

🍷: Hermes came to visit~ *happy smirk*

🪽: *slaps him*

🍷: *glares at him* what did I tell you about slapping me- 😐

🪽: *drunk laughing* I loveeee you~

🍷: This is why you aren’t allowed to drink…

🫐: *unamused*

🥀 && 🐺: *giggling*

🎧: I feel so cute in this skirt 🥰

🏹: Apollo put these in my hair-

❣️: *posing for a picture* should I undo more buttons?~

🗡️: He won’t let me drink my Red Bull- *huffy angy baby*

🎧: *chugging it for dear life*

🪦: Heccy got on the cover of a magazine! I’m so proud of her! *baby squeal*

🔮: *shyly hides*

💘: I DIED MY TIPS >:D

🌪️: Who wants to join me for dinner?

⚰️: ‘I think I want to try playing the drums again…’

🪦: Bringing flowers to the wifey 🥰

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[little-mouse-gardens]

Rottmnt oc head-cannons part two

continuing on with my rottmnt oc headcannons

I have already done Marcy’s right here, https://www.tumblr.com/little-mouse-gardens/734298414127382528/rottmnt-oc-head-cannons-so-im-gonna-be-doing-hcs and the other parr right here https://www.tumblr.com/little-mouse-gardens/734344664762777600/some-more-random-hcs-that-popped-up-in-my-head

And now I have finished Sunny’s!

- her mother let her grandparents pick the middle names of her and her sisters. Her grandparents chose her middle name to be rose because the first flowers she ever was close to were roses.

- has a matching skateboard and roller skate set (everyone in her family learned to roller skate at some point in their lives)

- used to be pretty good at basketball but she hated how aggressively competitive she got so she quit and just does it as a hobby

- hates going to bowling alleys because the noise in there gives her headache (she and Marcy just chill outside or go hang out by the arcade)

- Very good at nail art. Has a little shelf and kit in her room where she can do her nails or other peoples nails.

- loves up-cycling. Literally half the stuff she has in her room is stuff she’s refurbished and made into something new.

- Loves pottery, painting it and collecting molds to make different pieces. The basement area of her and her sisters home has a space where she keeps all the molds for pottery she randomly comes across and the kiln her grandfather gave her for Christmas

- prefers to keep her hair in braids because it’s just a little easier on her (hates when her hair gets tangled because her scalp is a tiny bit sensitive and it’s super painful for her) but she does like to style her hair differently every month or so.

- Collects and makes headbands, bandannas and clips to match with her outfits

- Favorite song is riptide by Vance joy (her and Skye love to swim so they always listen to this on trips to the beach or their grandparents farm)

- Struggles a lot with having mutant abilities and keeping them under-control in public spaces (inhuman strength makes her super terrified she’s gonna hurt someone) wears a necklace her mother asked senor hueso to buy for the girls to help out a bit in public so she doesn’t accidentally hurt someone

- Cares deeply about her sisters. Like would lay down her life for them and kill anyone who makes them cry (she’s a rationally sweet person up until a point) Knows all their tells and how they think. They may drive her crazy some days but she’ll always go to them when they need her the most.

- doesn’t have many memory’s about their dad (passed away when they were real young) but visits his grave every so often to drop off flowers (sometimes raph will go with her at night to comfort her)

- trying to improve her gardening skills, has a little set up in the kitchen and in her bedroom. Focuses on vegetables and flowers but has a herb garden safely tucked on the fire escape.

- Has a pet cat who she babies and a pet duck who lives on her grandparents farm. Likes to make little sweaters and bow ties for them both.

- When she gets older she gets a bunch of floral and wildflower tattoos. Mostly on her arms and ribs (she also got her and Raphs wedding rings tattooed)

- self care days and weekends are a must (her and raph include them as dates and couples activities when they started dating)

- Has scars on her ribs from getting captured by the kraang (covers them with tattoos for her eighteenth birthday)

- she and raph, after a build up, started dating halfway through the start of season two (he confessed to her while they were over at the lair) their first date was a rooftop picnic to watch a drive in movie. He got her some earrings as a gift and she sewed him a new bandana (she also stole a teddy bear from a stand for him but shhhhh-nobody knows about that)

- Hates when her stuff is messed with like-if she finds all her stuff messed around with, broken or missing there’s gonna be a problem

- Trying to learn to sew from her sister Marcy, knows how to knit but can’t embroider for the life of her

- buys a lot of cottagecore themed clothing

- Her room = cottagecore dream

- has a particular facial expression her siblings, raph (and eventually her and Raphs kids when they are older) call the stare down which is a signal that she’s not putting up with BS in the moment

- actually loves to read, her and Marcy visit the library twice a month for new books to read, favorite book is

- Collects a lot of cutesy or asthetic stationary to keep at her desk. Leaves frog sticky notes for raph to remind him to take a breather every now and then or notes to remind her sisters of something.

- Loves visiting her grandparents farm. Favorite place to hang out is the flower garden by the lake.

- Favorite fruit is Mangos or honeydew, used to eat it as a snack when she was little and she kind of just has a taste for it ever since

- Her and Raph love to knit, they have made each other hand made gifts like blankets and plushies all the time. (bought him knitting materials for Christmas because she saw he loved it so much)

- has a small collection of plushies she keeps in a hammock above her bed. Her favorite is a donut whale plushie she nicknamed jellybean (because she sprayed jellybean scented cologne on it to help her sleep)

- cuddling/physical affection and words of affection are her love language. So her and Raph can often be seen cuddling, holding hands or just laying across each other (sprawled out across his shell, despite the fact he is terrified he’s gonna hurt her like-BABE THE SPIKES-she doesn’t care, she loves every part of him spikes and all)

- face nuzzles? FACE NUZZLES. They do it all the time (donnie Claims it makes him wanna puke even though he literally does the same thing to marcy-HYPOCRITE)

- She tries her best to keep stress and pressure off of him, even if she’s stressed herself. Like distracting him for just a few moments by squeezing his hand or reminding to him to grab himself something to eat or drink. Comforts him through his panic attacks (just lets him hold onto her for support, and he does the same for her ect.)

- Basking with raph in the sun? Yes please. If she’s over at the lair, they just grab a couple blankets, pick the sunniest spot and just lay there basking in the sun for hours (the sweet boi literally just uses his shadow to shield her if she gets to hot) cuddled up together, playing video games, reading ect.

- definitely has MAJOR trauma from the kraang incident (seeing her future self, her sisters future selves, the future turtles die, nearly suffocating to death, raph getting turned into that kraang thing, her sisters almost drowning-) Carry’s a few scars across her back that she covers with tattoos later on. Her and raph just help each-other through nightmares, ect. Spontaneous group sleepovers because everyone’s having a bad night? Blankets and snacks acquired, favorite movies put on in the projection room in the lair or the living room over at the girls house and it’s a night of literally just everyone sticking to one spot.

[seiwas]

MOOTS AND SPECIAL FRIENDS TAGS

ABCD — #aali.🥣 ⨾ #aims.☁️ ⨾ #aleks.🦖 ⨾ #alexis.⭐ ⨾ #amber.🐻 ⨾ #amira.☀️ ⨾ #anne.🌻 ⨾ #andie.✨ ⨾ #angie.💎 ⨾ #ali.🐶 ⨾ #ari.🦝 ⨾ #art.🌺 ⨾ #augustine.🍂 ⨾ #autumn.🌦️ ⨾ #bea.🐁 ⨾ #bee.🪻 ⨾ #birdie.🐦 ⨾ #biscuit.🍥 ⨾ #bitti.🍞 ⨾ #bunny.🐚 ⨾ #caitie.🙈 ⨾ #carla.🌊 ⨾ #char.🐭 ⨾ #chu.🧁 ⨾ #ci tag ⨾ #cielo.💫 ⨾ #dilly.🐰

EFGH — #ej.❤️‍🔥 ⨾ #ellie.🍧 ⨾ #emmie.🧸 ⨾ #emu.🪻⨾ #erika.🦇 ⨾ #hannah.🫖 ⨾ #hash.😺

IJKL — #inez.🪼 ⨾. #iris.🐥 ⨾ #jade.🌟 ⨾ #jordan.🦊 ⨾ #kady.🕸 ⨾ #kae.🕊️ ⨾ #kaitlyn.🍯 ⨾ #kaelyn.🦖 ⨾ #katie.🦥 ⨾ #kendall.🍸 ⨾ #kc tag ⨾ #kit.🪩 ⨾ #koi.🎏 ⨾ #kurisu.🦔 ⨾ #leah.🪩 ⨾ #lems.🍳 ⨾ #lia.🍓 ⨾ #lin.🪡 ⨾ #liv.✨

MNOP — #maeve.🌟 ⨾ #mai.🐣 ⨾ #medusa.🐍 ⨾ #midi.🥔 ⨾ #mimi.🍒 ⨾ #miriko.🦢 ⨾ #mocha.🍩 ⨾ #moni.🌸 ⨾ #monty.🧶 ⨾ #moss.🪲 ⨾ #nessa.🦥 ⨾ #nia.🥨 ⨾ #niku.🥩 ⨾ #noelle.🥦 ⨾ #noos.🎐 ⨾ #nova.🪐

QRST — #rain.🌧️ ; #rina.🌙 ⨾ #riri.✨ ⨾ #roma.🎀 ⨾ #saint.🫀 ⨾ #sami.🧋 ⨾ #sav.🥝 ⨾ #selene.🌔 ⨾ #sera.🪷 ⨾ #somi.🫧 ⨾ #sua.🦦 ⨾ tee.🌻

UVWXYZ — #venus.🦕 ⨾ #willow.🌱 ⨾ #zee.🍸

ANON TAGS

#nonie.🫧 ⨾ #nonie.zuro ⨾ #nonie.🌻 ⨾ #nonie.⚽️ ⨾ #nonie.⭐ ⨾ #nonie.🍵 ⨾ #nonie.💌 ⨾ #nonie.🍸 ⨾ #nonie.💥 ⨾ #nonie.🍧

please let me know if i'm missing anyone/if you don't have an emoji yet or if you want to be removed!

[frankendykes-monster]

📃🐯 "paper tiger" threatening. You wanna play it up but I don't buy it.

But in all actuality maybe a 🐭?

Bea this message made me angy, I'm ripping and tearing. 😾😾😾

[nataliedrawz]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 💗💗💗 ILYSM AND I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY

ANGIE ILYSM! You are such a sweet little angel istg I'm never letting you go *cutely mauls*

[caramelcalum]

...why did I read your url suddenly as calciumcalum? 🤦🏻‍♀️😂

😂😂 don't forget to take your vitamins y'all

[dearhaos]

* my letters to you ;

5... 4... 3... 2... 1... as she heard the first fireworks of the year explode, she smiled in awe; they never failed to amaze her, no matter how old she was, and how many times she’s seen them. there was something about the image in front of her eyes – the dozens colourful illuminations lighting up the black skies – that made her oddly satisfied and nostalgic. she hummed to herself as she sat down at her desk, a pile of letter paper and a few envelopes ready to be filled with the black ink of her beloved pen. she smiled to herself, and began writing.

@neomarks //

ida!! my love!!!!! i’m honestly so glad i found that jaemin au, back then, i don’t know what my life would look like if i hadn’t, because that would mean i wouldn’t have talked to you and that?? honestly?? that’s a scary thought, wow. if i remember correctly, you probably started talking to me first? which i’m still so grateful for, i really cannot imagine not having you in my life... even if it has only been like.. less than half a year. i love talking to you, and you’re honestly!! so sweet and supportive i!! don’t deserve you.. but i’m glad you’re here for me anyway. whether it’s moomin or my crush, you’re always there to hear me out and i’m! so happy that you are;; i’d even dare to say that we don’t talk enough but,, yeah hhh i really missed you when you were gone (even though some people might say it wasn’t,, that long or anything, but still) and i really worried about you;; but i’m glad you’re back, and even when school starts again, i hope you’ll still log on to check in from time to time ♥ i hope we can get even closer in 2019!! and this year better treat you better or i’m gonna fight everything and everyone who makes it bad. (ง'̀-'́)ง  p.s. i changed my mind– if we actually meet one day, i might faint first, before i can even hug you or cry

@teajuns //

swoosh– that’s my heart fluttering!! elena!! i have so much stuff to say, oh my gosh,, i’ll try to keep it short. it’s still hard for me to believe i’m friends with someone as amazing as you– your writing is amazing, you’re extremely nice, and super funny, when will i ever? but we are friends (i got the confirmation (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑) and i’m really glad we are!! you’re probably the closest to me here, along with ida. our conversations seem to just flow and i should thank you for that because i’m the most awkward person out there, heh!! didn’t we start talking because of our mutual hatred for beaches? i think we did. i’m glad i decided to share my hatred back then. i was honestly a ball of nerves when you first messaged me– i was so scared of being awkward, especially when talking to someone so cool!! but what surprised me was that.. you actually opened to me quite fast and i felt so comfortable talking to you!! most of the time i really feel like i don’t deserve a friend like you, but i’m glad you decide to talk to me anyways!! i was thrilled when you asked me for my number (it was the first (and last) time a mutual asked me this, by the way) and despite the trouble we went through to make this work, i’m so, so, so, so, so happy that you asked, and that we talk even more now!! you’re probably the person i talk to the most. not only out of my mutuals, but in general? you might have topped my irl best friend, honestly kjdsfnk i messed up my sleep schedule a bit for you, but i regret nothing!! my heart still jumps whenever i get a notification from you, and you’re the person i look forward to texting the most on my way home from school, or when i wake up. i’m just. honestly. extremely happy i have you in my life, because you make it so much better! i don’t know what the last months of 2018 would have looked like if i didn’t have you. ;; anyways, this is getting too long– i hope we can still be close friends this year. i love you lots ♥

@3khc //

tatiana!! it hasn’t been long since we started talking, but you’re really sweet and your love for heechul is both adorable and extremely inspiring!! i honestly never thought someone like you would follow me, even less actually talk to me! maybe i just find aes blogs intimidating!! but i was really happy when i received your ask, and whenever you message me, i always feel grateful!! you’re so lovely and you never fail to make my day better!! thank you for listening to me, talking to me and for being so caring ♥ i hope we can keep on being friends in 2019!!

@vitaminjohnny //

emi! you won’t even believe how surprised i was when i first got your message– someone actually has the same name as me on this site? it shouldn’t have been surprising at all, but you were polish too, stanned nct, and i believe we had a few mutuals in common? maybe? anyways i was really scared to message you, but i’m glad i did!! thank you for always showing me your love and interacting ♥ i’d feel so much more lonely here if it wasn’t for you!! we should definitely talk more this year!!

@tenminta //

mimi!! my favourite mingyu’s little sister!! i can’t believe we didn’t talk for so long. i know we messaged a bit a while back but then it was kind of.. radio silence but oh gosh how glad i am to talk to you again!! you’re extremely funny and sweet! thank you for always interacting with my posts and sending asks, you’re honestly so adorable ;; every second spent talking to you is soo worth it, it always makes me happy!! also, i’m so happy i could read your writing, and i’m always waiting for more ♥♥ and you already know what i’m going to say: jeffuwu. i hope we’ll talk even more this year!!! (also this url is actually,, very cute ;;)

@liuyangynag //

iqra!! let’s start off with the fact that you’re probably the only person that says “cowboys and cowgirls” that i’ll accept,, okay, next. we’ve been mutuals for a while (considering how recent this tumblr is kjsdn) and i really, really enjoy seeing you on my dash!! whether it’s personal posts, or reblogs with your comments in the tags– i love it! even if you brought the whole toe slurping thing to my life. i still don’t know what to do with that. anyways, i really wish we talked more! if i might admit,, i’m still kind of intimidated by you (i know i probably shouldn’t–) but!! i’ll do my best to overcome it to talk to you more, hehe!! ♥ p.s. you’re really pretty, i though i should let you know.

@cherryhyuck // 

anna!! we don’t talk a lot, but i can tell you’re really adorable!! everything, from your url, your theme, and even the way you talk, is extremely sweet,, thank you for filling my days with your cuteness, hehe!! if that’s not too much to ask, i wish we’d talk more this year ♥ (〃▽〃)

@hyuslug // 

isys!! i know you’re on hiatus now, but i’ll write a short message for you anyways ♥ we only became mutuals recently, and only spoke for a few days, but you might be one of the loveliest people i met here! you’re super sweet and i miss you already!! i hope your 2019 can be filled with happiness and positivity ♥

@jaeculturetechnology //

bel!! we don’t talk much, but i feel so grateful for having you in my life whenever we do!! you’re such a talented writer (my heart is still broken) and such a nice person!! you’re also... one of my first mutuals, actually.. you’re also so caring and supportive, and i couldn’t thank you more for that!! you’re honestly so adorable aghhhhhh– i know the time difference is quite big between us, and that you’re quite busy, but i hope we can talk more this year!! and i’m certainly looking forward to read more of your work!! ♥

@soleilees //

syd!! i don’t think we’ve talked at all, actually– though i think we definitely should? that’s one thing to improve in 2019 (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ you seem very sweet and fun to talk to, so i’ll look forward to it (only if you want to, though, hh!!) i don’t have much to say, but we’ve been mutuals for a while, so i wanted to write a separate message for you ;; i hope 2019 will treat you well ♥

@haejjan //

zainab!! visual queen! we’ve only interacted briefly, but i enjoy seeing you on my dash a lot ♥ you seem extremely fun to be around, and you’re super nice and sweet, and i know i say that every single time, but you’re actually gorgeous, for real!! also probably the only makeup guru i approve of. i said that already, but i really like your videos and the vibe they have!! ;; anyways, i hope 2019 will be nice to you, and maybe we can talk more? ♥

@angelhyunjin​ //

angi!! i hope you don’t mind me calling you that? and i hope you don’t mind me tagging you here nfkjern i’m a nervous mess again. we became mutuals very recently, but since i really liked your blog before, i think i have a few things to say to you personally ♥ you seem (and you actually are) very sweet, and as much as i’m awkward and nervous every time i try to message you, i’m glad i do!! i hope we can talk more from now on ♥ you’re extremely talented, both in dance and in art– i probably sound like a broken record, but i love your art style so much!! i’m glad i found your blog, i feel like my eyes are blessed every time i see your drawings!! this might sound awkward, but i kind of admire you!! and since you made me miss dancing again, maybe i’ll try to actually learn some stuff by myself.. so thank you for that, too ♥ happy new year, i hope your 2019 will be full of joy!!

@nothaechan //

agnes!! you broke my heart so many times in 2018, i can’t believe i still like you,, but i do!! i really do!! we don’t really talk a lot, but i always enjoy seeing you on my dash (and i even enjoy your angst.. why am i like this). i know i still have to read your actual writing, and i promise i will, but i’m already looking forward to see you post more (and made us sadder–). i also hope we can get to know each other better in 2019 ♥

@9cafe //

bunny!! honestly, i never expected you to message me, but i’m glad you did!! you’re so sweet, and even though we don’t talk much, i really enjoy messaging you!! ♥ thank you for being so adorable and for sending me asks and messages from time to time!! ♥ happy new year to you and daisy ♥

@crescentjaems //

miss dia!! we became mutuals only recently, but i can already tell i like you a lot!! i genuinely enjoy seeing your posts on my dashboard, and you seem very, very, very sweet!! i hope you had a great birthday (the day ended here already, not sure about you though) and started off the year nicely!! i’d be very happy if we could start talking this year!! ♥

and to all my mutuals that i really, really appreciate but didn’t have the chance to get to know better yet!! i love all of you!! i hope we can all get to know each other better this year!! don’t hesitate to message me!! ♥ happy new year!!

@donghyuckers​ @ruhrohtaehyun​ @yericulture​ @jisngsclub​ @ethnicgf​ @fluffylix​ @kkulbuns​ @sakurajaemin​ @cinanamon​ @labelvision​ @changkyuns​ @ncityzen​ @fairy-linlin​ @moonflowerjeno​ @lovelybinniebaby

[julia-bunncat]

kinda yokai!Amashinsai AU [part 2]

If there’s a second part, there’s got to be a first part, right..? I strongly recommend you read it for a better understanding ❣ And for Shinsai shippers – I offer you follow here if you haven’t seen my last post.

A bunch of ❗ warning ❗ before:

I’m giving my interpretation, not entirely following the canons of Japanese bestiary.

I’m writing about hostile, horror entities and spirits. Here you will encounter xenophobia, BUT from the yokai side to humans. I mean open hatred and contempt. Get ready for these mentions: death, rather brutal murders, devouring, a hard past, offensive vocabulary.

Rantaro and Korekiyo are not the only ones, whom Shuichi will meet along the path. After all, he is able to discern the yōkai freely, even if they are masters of shape-shifting (like Rantaro) + (and this plays an even greater role) he has somehow managed to "own" two strong representatives. Of course, he didn’t want anything like that, and he wasn’t going to keep Itachi and Hebi around forever… In fact, it was hard for Saihara to understand why they wanted to live with him so much. But information spreads quickly – not in the human world, so in the spirit one. In essence, Kiyo and Taro became Shuichi’s bodyguards both as a token of gratitude and to protect him from the yokai's attention, which they themselves cause :'D

Thus – of all V3 cast – Kaito, Kaede, Keebo, Ryoma, Miu, Angie, and Himiko remain human who are either unrelated to Saihara or former classmates (Kaito and Kaede for sure). But Kokichi, Gonta, Kirumi, Maki and Tenko are the Yokai whom Shuichi will meet at different times and places. So… Let me start by telling you more about this ~

Kokichi. Yokai: Nezumi (a werewolf-rat) or Tesso 🐭

Unlike Rantaro and Korekiyo, Kokichi is an "unscrupulous" man who converted to yokai after death many years ago.

«A vile little man with no moral principles, but with great sense of smell and vision» [as Kiyo would describe him xD]

At once I will say that he has two shapes (furry and human) and, respectively, humanlike – is the most applicable and favorite for him. This fact is important because, unlike all the V3-yōkai listed above, Kokichi is also a Shuichi's former classmate (or rather, "a strange boy from a parallel class" :'D). Kokichi knew him even before Saihara met our Hebi and Itachi ~ But… he hasn’t been to the party where classmates accidentally "summoned" Kiyo. Their meeting will take place shortly after Rantaro’s joining: most likely, having found out of Saihara’s new roommates, Nezumi will fabricate a fake case about the disappearance of important papers for a young detective. Shuichi will not be in any danger… But we’re still talking about Kokichi, right? 😅 Having fallen into his "trap", Shuichi not only learns that all this time his former classmate was a werewolf-rat, but also gets very nervous.

It is worth noting that in yokai world, Kokichi’s a spy / thief and messenger who does all kinds of "dirty work". He always benefits himself from missions, and he does more tricks than real irreparable harm. He's interested in people + likes to boast that he is actually a great Zodiac Deity worshiped by thousands and hundreds of thousands (which is obviously a lie).

So Shuichi need a lot of patience 😂 Kokichi will promise not to divulge the information («as far as possible»), cause Saihara interested him… But he'll tease him quite often and this meeting will leave a strange residue in the heart of the whole company ;;

Another small detail – the ability. Like Korekiyo, Kokichi can summon and bend to his will an incredible number of rats. His skills of deception and entanglement remain inimitable. But I will repeat that, he's not an actual danger to Shuichi in this story.

Next, Gonta. Yokai: Kabutomushi (a werewolf-insect – Japanese rhinoceros beetle)

This is an anthropomorphic rhinoceros beetle figurine by Kara Nash

I warn you in advance that, in fact, you won't find this yokai anywhere xD Kabutomushi is the Japanese name for "rhinoceros beetles"; translated as "an insect in a samurai helmet".

The reason for such a liberty on my part is that insect-like yokais (well, except for Kamikiri, Okiku-mushi or any other small parasites, but they are all don't fit) doesn't exist at all, which really surprised me! Сause most insects are so scary! Although, to be fair, I don’t want to make Gonta too repulsive… In general, his story is already well suited for such a transformation 😅

Kabutomushi – is an extremely rare yokai. In the Shuichi's history, due to the harmlessness, he occupies a place somewhere near Kokichi. It's difficult for an ordinary person to identify Gonta's yokai-nature, in principle, because the basic form – it's human, i.e. a huge muscular guy with long green hair in torn clothes. He lives in a village far from civilization (however, among people) and creates the impression of a well-bred, kind, hard-working wild-boy. "Gonta" is the name given to him by the inhabitants, since no one from even the oldest generation knows who and when he was born.

However, there are times when the yokai-origin makes itself felt. Pissing off a big guy – is a tricky business, but if someone does it, he and almost the entire village will suffer.

In the midst of a serious rage Gonta takes the form of an anthropomorphic rhinoceros beetle, who immediately begins to crush everything in its path. In special cases – sends a horde of malignant insects to the fields with a harvest. Having a cool down, he remembers almost nothing, but even so, wise merciful inhabitants do not run with a pitchfork to kill him – they forgive him, blaming whoever pissed off the big guy. Such a decision is explained by Gonta's personality. After knowing the truth, he is always deeply repentant and seeks to help rebuild the village and fields, using his insect control for good. Therefore, the inhabitants even called him the Spirit or God of these lands.

So Shuichi doesn’t have to re-educate another yokai, when he meet Gonta :'D Kabutomushi is more of an intermediate character – an opportunity for Korekiyo (whom dragged Saihara so far away😂) and Taro to get even more touching knowledge of what humans and yokais are not necessarily eternal hostiles. In other words, this whole situation is good for Amashinsai's relationships ~

Kirumi. Yokai: Jorōgumo (arachnid yokai) 🕷🕸

According to traditional beliefs, a golden orb-weaver transform into this yokai, when it reaches 400 years of age. For Jorogumo people are just stupid food, she lives in secluded places and easily lures them there. But… Kirumi is different and specific in this context [i'm changing the concept again, yeah]

First, Jorogumo, as a rule, seduce men for the sake of murder (for which they are called "spider-whore"). According to some sources, it attracts young men not only by turning into a stunningly beautiful women… but also by playing shamisen/samisen or biwa (japanese string instruments). Next, she takes him to her lair, weaves a thick web, and slowly, painfully eats for a long time… And although Kirumi will pose a little more of a threat than Gonta, she is not interested in eating all the men.

Kirumi is a balanced, respectful, almost noble arachne with her sense of justice. She settles in the homes of various oligarchs or other rich persons that can afford maids/housekeepers – and for some time secretly watches the work of girls. To avoid being noticed, she moves from place to place and carefully removes the web after herself… However, this peculiar neighborhood often ends deplorably for the owners of the mansion. Jorogumo knows full well that not always all the old buggers (and sometimes grumpy women) treat their workers correctly, so as soon as they cross the line – she uses her spider skills 💢 Kirumi kills with poison or strangulation (devouring is very rare, only when it comes to murdering housekeepers by their masters), and then goes to main lair – the cave behind the waterfall – where she vainly tries to regain her former memory…

Which basically is an adverb "secondly" xD Kirumi is not a 400-year-old spider, she is a former noble lady who died under mysterious circumstances centuries ago. For the most part, she is disgusted with her own existence and this strange manic desire to kill men who have allowed themselves to abuse the maids is completely incomprehensible to her.

So Shuichi’s task is to figure out her past, help her find a way to repose her soul and transform into a regular yurei. I have two variants of their meeting. Totally accidental: Shuichi finds her lair, taking Rantaro for a walk far away from the city. "The working one", i.e. during the investigation of one of her murders.

Let's talk a little bit about shapes, colors and skills.

Shapes: human, giant spider, half-human/half-spider.

Color: Kirumi isn't black and gold, but rather dark green with silver patterns.

Also, she has many talents – including playing old musical instruments and singing. Perhaps this is how she will thank Shuichi when he finds out the truth about her death.

Maki. Yokai: Hari Onago, a girl with a hookshaped hair 👩🔪

Usual warning: In this case too, I depart from the traditional view, taking only the appearance and ability as a basis, because the specificity of Harionago is the murder of lonely men who smiled her back. Canon Maki is nothing like someone who would do something like that, so her situation in yokai!AU is closest to the original story.

However, Hari-Onago is the first really dangerous yokai that comes across Shuichi and his supernatural boyfriends. It’s not even because of his abilities (although, I had the idea that Maki was preying on "special" people; it’s just harder to think about) – she's bloodthirsty on her own. For a very long time she has been moving in the shadows of silent streets and alleys, attacking a variety of people, as if she need a murder itself. As if it were her obligation – and no matter how much Shuichi tries to question her, the red-eyed girl had long resisted contact (at this time, Rantaro and Kiyo would have done their best to protect their owner from the long, hookshaped hair :'D)

In the end, only a change of tactics and a single phrase: «You don’t have to kill», would shed some light on the situation.

Maki is a former ninja/shinobi who died on a mission when they were still necessary. All she’s ever done is kill on orders. Ever since childhood. She didn’t think about her wishes or who she was at all. The work and mores of that time cut off her humanity. She didn’t have a chance to stop or even hear «Now you don't have to kill» before meeting with Saihara.

So, most likely, this story will end with her disappearing. Maki will just run away, and though Shuichi will be very worried for a few days that his help may not have been enough, the mysterious murders with a stab-and-twist wounds will stop happening.

Interesting mini-fact: the second variant for Maki was Dodomeki – a woman with a lot of small bird eyes on the skin… However, this yokai is more of a thief, while the Assasin-Maki (with her long hair) will certainly suit a cold, sharp weapon ;)

Tenko. Yokai: Kijo, female demon (demoness) 👹

In traditional terms, Kijo is a girl who has become a demon because of any negative factors: jealousy, hatred, curse, a terrible crime. Their appearance bears little resemblance to human, as it is disfigured by blue (super white) skin, yellow/red eyes, fangs, horns, long claws… However, our Tenko only looks like this when she’s irritated – which, anyway, is her main emotion 😅

Kijō are hermit demonesses who live as far from other yokais as from humans. They spend their whole lives in some shady thingies, like revenge… Tenko is no exception. Her main goal is to kill human males, so to do this, she hides in places where they (completely unaware of the risk) especially like to rest…

Tenko is the second dangerous yokai in Shuichi's way, whose fury and thirst to kill must be extinguished… but with great difficulty, of course :'D And not only because (especially) he, Rantaro and Korekiyo are the males. The most important reason is that Tenko became a demoness because of the brutal betrayal of the man she trusted the most. The act was as disgusting as you can imagine. It shamed all the male kind in her eyes and destroyed her faith in herself as a girl worthy of becoming a shield maiden.

Saihara will have to work very, VERY hard to solve this problem (while Kiyo with Taro will get a lot of punchies 😂)… but that's why Tenko is the one who ends my yokai-line ~

Also in the early stages of story thinking, I wanted to add Angie to the list, as an demonically possessed antag. Perhaps, she'd be pretending to be a saint, criticizing Shuichi, wanting to angry him and get his soul (like: «You fraternize with impure demons, the heavens don’t like it»). But I gave it up because maybe it would be too stereotypical and disrespectful to Angie ^^" Moreover, she is now replaced by the real enemy, the final boss of the story – Korekiyo's Sister.

Yes, she exists. And she's also a Hebi. Luckily, Kiyo isn't obsessed with her + he's not an abuse victim and she even let him move into the human world for his research… though she thinks human are "a walking sausages", roughly speaking 😅😅 Because of this, in one day she will obstruct Korekiyo's love and all this may end with the death of Shuichi… But honestly, I don’t plan on making her a hell beast. Perhaps, next time I’ll provide a less confusing explanation 😉

Also, while I was combing through the yokai wiki for this post, I found inspiration for her appearance in final ultra form… and I couldn’t get past the name "Kiyo-hime" xD

Yeah, at the moment, the images of the new yokais are still raw… During writing this post I have already made some additions. However, the experience itself was incredibly exciting for me!! After all, I tried to preserve the canonical details of the V3-cast, and convey all the horror, absurdity, oddity of these Japanese creatures!

I hope you were interested as well о/ Btw, I'm always open for any feedback – including fanarts, just remember to notify me and attach a link to this post 😉🥰

[yoohyeon]

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[dearhaos]

3, 4, 16!

3. mutual(s) you’d want to call with? 

you & elena >:(  (yes i just really choose that to remind you that i wanted a call)

4. cutest mutual(s)? 

my children @vitaminjohnny & @cherryhyuck & @nothaechan !!

16. fact about one of your mutual(s)? 

i don’t know if you knew but!! mimi’s bias in monsta x is actually wonho!!!!!!!!!!!! unbelievable right???

@gothicmingi has never seen the full mv for shinee’s view until yesterday.

[yoohyeon]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Mutuals tags ! ღ

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25 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#4

Okay so I made Buddymeter 👀

25 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#3

7 ; 8 ; & 9 ! :]

7.what color brings you peace?

Blue, cause it’s remind my of the sky and the ocean 💙

8. tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good. 

You <3 All of my moots but some in particular @avant @wonheons @leejooheons @kyunsies @yeolum-e @introcrown @lunarchaeng @hseulies @gvhyeon @hvndong @solwan @dearvivi @ahchuuu @jisoossmirk @minayaeon @bratzcult @oondaarchived @souptual @lokeavena

9. what calms you down?

My pets 🥺 Puppy give them best hugs 😔 And If I feel bad and Sowon sense it she will cuddle with me without bitting <3 bfkdbdj

Soft asks !

31 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#2

@hvndong LET’S GO !!!!!! 😍

76 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HE KNOWS HOW TO WORK WITH GLASS TOO ?!?!?!

275 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

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