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I keep thinking, you know, pair up Chaos Gremlin Agatha Harkness with Chaos Gremlin Junko Enoshima and go from there.
But actually, the way I write Agatha, it should be more like.
Local purple girl who finds her identity in the occupation passed down through her family heritage meets local purple girl who also (Agatha Harkness and Kyoko Kirigiri).
Local abused purple girl who is told she is no good and never can be meets local abused purple girl who doesn't believe she can ever be forgiven for existing (Agatha Harkness and Mikan Tsumiki).
Like.
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I have types, apparently, and I should just shoehorn my chaos gremlins together!
#musings#bandit#look i know himiko and ultimate magician or whatever but no#put kyoko on a case where the answer is actually magic and see if she figures it out#PUT MY ABUSED CHILDREN TOGETHER#agatha out here healing mikan's scars because she can#i mean also#'i can't erase my scars entirely because they are part of who i am now#and i don't know what i would do without them' agatha and kyoko#....#wait does this mean agatha and cian is just kyoko and yui#but like#appropriate ages#-squints-
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sometimes while i think about that while a lot of adults did not treat me very well as a kid i also get a lot of 'in hindsight this person was so good to me and i didnt even realize it until now' as an adult. today i was thinking about how the first anime convention i ever went to was when i was 10 and i asked the man working the manga cafe what manga was/what a good place to start was (because the con was very overstimulating for me and i had gotten lost) and he asked how old i was before recommending yotsuba and asking if i wanted any water or something to eat. its really simple but theres a lot of bad things that couldve happened or he could've been careless in his recommendation, but instead yotsuba has remained one of my favorite manga for years, and probably a large portion of why i continue to read manga as an adult... i think adults who try to involve kids in the world safely/kindly even in little ways make so much more of a difference than they ever really know.
#and i know that sounds silly like YES. it was just a bookr ecommendation#but i feel like a lot of people either dont really care about whats a good starting point for younger kids in their shared fan spaces#or dont really take the care to recognize different peoples ages would effect what they would both enjoy or#be capable of engaging with#not to mention theres a lot of manga that would NOT have been appropriate for a 10 year old to read#so the fact that he askedd and even asked what sort of thing i liked at the time#was very sweet. i think about him a lot and i hope hes doing well#txt#scratchpost
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and if i could give you the moon,
#this one’s been in my drafts for like. ages.#feels narratively appropriate to release it now#moon song is sooooooo relevant to emilie agreste. or the version of her that exists in my head.#(all that anyone has of her is the version of her that exists in their head)#i thought about cleaning this up and then i didn’t👍#anyway happy friday. happy march. soon#ml#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#emilie agreste#nathalie sancoeur#adrien agreste#my art
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Happy Easter!! ✨🐝
Thought the boys deserved at least one nice, happy Easter egg hunt and in my mind Bobby did so too :)
Have a fantastic Sunday 🌻
#supernatural#dean winchester#sam winchester#on a easter egg hunt#the only age appropriate hunt#bobby singer#being the best as always#easter#oh and all of them are dressed neatly#beebox-illustrations#digital art#illustration#procreate#web comics#my art
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There’s a very easy way to get around the fact that Assad is unable to pass for a teeenager if the show wants to adapt TVA and that’s to rely on the theme of unreliable narration. Armand begins retelling his history and according to him, he looked like he was in his early adulthood. No older than twenty four, for sure, but also not any younger than twenty. And then, just when the audience has bought it, just when this version of events has been presented as the truth for long enough, someone questions it. Asks if he really looked like that. Asks if he’s being honest with himself. And for the briefest moment, we flashback to Amadeo, the age he was when Marius first saw him. Beaten, shackled, afraid. And undeniably a child.
#allows you to have a TVA storyline where an age appropriate performer is acting it all out#since we CANNOT have Armand’s story portrayed by an actual child#but you just know Armand imagines himself as an adult. he blames himself. he was grown he had agency#but the truth is he was a child. a child who was abused and assaulted and forced to endure horror on horror#and this way you get the story AND the impact of ‘oh. you were a child. this happened to you and you were a child’#and you know he’s lying but this time it’s sympathetic to him. he lies because he has to#because admitting the truth will just shatter him#and I don’t think it should be Daniel to say ‘that’s not true. is it?’#(personally I think it should be Louis. who knows him so incredibly well. and that can be the place for forgiveness#for a reminder that Armand is horrible because of the horrors. and Louis accepting that and being properly let in for the first time.#77 years but only now and here is when I properly see you. and now we can love each other right.)#iwtv#interview with the vampire#Armand#tva#the vampire armand
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yeah he's baby girl or whatever
#fionna and cake#fionna and cake spoilers#simon petrikov#winter king#winterkov#/ suggestive#yeah dont even look or breathe in my direction#I think i might lean back into posting more suggestive stuff again#nothing super debaucherous but yknow#also i like drawing wk a little bit aged despite him altering his appearance however he likes yknow#give him a tasteful aging and nice graceful wrinkles <3#moon art#simon x winter king#selfcest#simoncest#i look at those tags and i admitedly hate them fbdhjvfbh but someone asked me to tag it#ive never liked the ''selfcest'' tag cuz it has connotations i dont particularly agree#but if its for the sake of tagging appropriately ill do it whatever
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Scott Pilgrim vs. [THE WORLD] Ramona's 8th evil ex
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#jojo bizarre adventure#jjba fanart#jjba#scott pilgrim#ramona flowers#scott pilgram vs the world#Dio Brando#stardust crusaders#JoJo part 3#I’m sorry this joke has been on my mind for ages#felt appropriate to finally do with the recent SPVSW news
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DRAGON AGE II (2011) dev. Bioware
#locking this posts reblogs bc fsr everyone decided my gifset is an appropriate venue to air out their veilguard grievances#gamingedit#daedit#da2edit#dragon age#dragon age 2#garrett hawke#meredith stannard#da#da2#gif*#m: da#m: da2#this was so funny bye#the only way i can interpret this scene is that she just snapped at this. like this purple hawke moment was the final straw for her#10 years of this stupid apostate and his bad jokes loose in her city. she can't tolerate another second
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cw; suggestive / softcore smut, alcohol consumption (possibly dubcon), inappropriate workplace relationships, cisfem!reader
nanami kento is too old for fucking.
he tells you this at 1 am — in not quite as many words — a few too many somaeks in, lethargic and slow from the length of the workday. there’s enough alcohol in his system to have him silk-loose and soft, cursing more freely and allowing vulgarity (or what he considers vulgarity) to grace his ever-so-polite tongue.
you’ve never heard him like this before; you’ve never heard your straight laced coworker utter anything more than a family-friendly expletive (drat being a recurring character — old-fashioned, but endearing). but his shirt is unbuttoned at the collar and his hair is mussed, and the blush of intoxication is rising to his sharp cheekbones — and yes, he curses. it almost sounds elegant when he does it. rolling over his tongue in his poorly-lit living room, where he’d only bothered to turn one lamp on; gathering with his voice like balls of cotton wool deep in his chest.
you yourself have had one too many drinks — that is why you find warmth pooling in your stomach at the sound of his confession, at the sight of his face illuminated in honey-soft light. after all, you’d never let the barrier of strained, charged professionalism drop otherwise. you’d never accept kento’s sudden invite for a nightcap after a night already filled with drinking, surrounded by tipsy coworkers at a local izakaya; you’d never let him help you slip your heels off, deft fingers unbuckling the strap from your ankle and lingering just long enough for you to notice. you’d surely never sit so close to him on his fancy 1.5 million yen couch — and you’d never, ever entertain the comment he’d made, one that he never intended for you to hear in the first place.
“what was that?” you say, coy, as if the comment hadn’t twisted something horrid in your gut. (as if you weren’t imagining him flushed from top to bottom, panting against your neck. it’s the alcohol, you’re sure of it.) “you’re too old for all that crazy stuff? like what?”
his adam’s apple bobs. he’s sitting slumped low next to you, his head hanging backwards against the back of the couch and his gaze somewhere on the high ceilings above your head, like he can’t face you. pretty. handsome. “sorry. i was just thinking out loud.”
“i know.” you take a sip of your own somaek. “but we’re both adults here, right? i mean, i agree. i’m not as flexible as i was at 20.”
his laugh is more of a surprised huff — like he’s just as surprised as you are that your conversation has steered into such uncharted territory. perhaps he’s surprised that he’s even responding to it — but he does, rubbing at his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger. his thigh presses against yours through those infernal khaki slacks. “mm. me neither.”
you shoot him a cheeky grin. “you were getting folded like a pretzel, i presume?”
another laugh, tinged with incredulity this time. “mm. something like that.”
you both sit in silence for a moment. his apartment really is lovely — the kind of apartment you only get when you’re as diligent as nanami, putting aside money for years and steadily working his way up the hierarchal corporate ladder. high ceilings and a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows opposite his couch; a kitchen with a granite island; fancy furniture straight from an interior designer’s wet dream. it’s all neutral greys and browns, cozy and elegant and refined, and suddenly you wonder what his bedroom looks like. you take another sip of your drink.
“getting older’s not all that bad,” you say, almost offhandedly, speaking more to the tokyo skyline than your drinking companion. (you bet he has a double-king with fancy 500-count cotton bedsheets. probably some trinkets. man stuff like shavers and cuff links and aftershave.) “i like it slow anyways.”
a strange, choked sound leaves your drinking partner, and your eyes shoot over to him. you’re suddenly mortified at your careless blabbering — but drunk enough for your embarrassment to be eclipsed by a prideful ignorance. “huh? nanami-san, are you okay?”
he stares up at the ceiling once more. his throat bobs again. a slight blush has dusted the tops of his ears — but before you can linger in it, his eyes suddenly flicker to meet yours. you’re almost taken aback by it — the intensity with which his brown eyes suddenly bore into you, the sullenness and modesty from before pushed aside for something newer. something rawer. “…forgive me for my forwardness—”
“you’re forgiven.”
“—but, i…”
you swallow. he still hasn’t looked away. your breathing has stilted, stagnant and pressing, in your lungs. you fight the urge to press against the point where his thigh meets your own, already on the verge of squirming under his heady stare. “but…?”
straight-laced nanami kento breathes deeply, his chest moving with the force of it, and as his breath shudders out of him, he bites out: “i really want you, right now.”
your heartbeat rushes in your ears.
“but we’re coworkers,” kento continues, like he’s been sitting on it for a while — like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. his hand — the one not clutching his glass, the one laying on top of his thigh, flexes. “it’s unprofessional — completely inappropriate. i should be written up for simply confessing this to you.”
“but we—” you swallow around a dry throat — all moisture in your body seemingly gathering between your legs, hot and thrumming and nowhere to go— “we’re not working right now.”
a beat of silence.
kento finally looks away from you, and you can breathe again. you grapple with the sudden influx of air in your lungs, the anxiety of misstepping broiling in the pit of your stomach. while you internally struggle with yourself, nanami sets his somaek on the coffee table, before slumping back again.
“i suppose we’re not.”
unsurprisingly, kento does not make the first move. he just sits there, one arm behind his head and the other laying limp at his side, his chin tilted towards the sky and his eyes shut as if to sleep. it’s not in a way that might be construed as arrogance — this isn’t your high school boyfriend sitting back and waiting for you to pull down his pants — it’s pure and utter indulgence. climb over him if you want. kiss him when you want. cross the imaginary line drawn in the sand when it suits you — regardless, he won’t ever touch unless you explicitly make it clear that you want him to. desire curdles in your stomach, almost painful, and it's all you can do to scrabble onto your knees beside him.
before your anxiety takes control of your faculties — before you allow your cowardice to seize your limbs — you swing a knee to the other side of his hips. you're straddling him, close enough that you're sure you're sharing the same air, and — fuck, he's much bigger than you'd anticipated. he doesn't have the wiry, lean stature of the average salaryman — somehow, between sleeping overnight in the office and drinking at izakayas almost nightly, kento's frame is sturdy and large, muscular. like he works out often. you don't know how he does it with the long hours he puts in, but your thighs almost ache with the stretch of his hips between them — and pressed right against you, right where you're sensitive and aching and perhaps a little too needy, is his clothed cock. the slacks do little to camouflage the shape or hardness of it — in fact, you swear you feel it twitch when you seat yourself against it.
kento's eyes flutter open. his cheekbones are slowly reddening, his glasses hooked low on his nose bridge. his arms twitch where they lay, like he was about to move to hold you and thought better of it. you wish he didn't think better of it. "hi."
you give a little smile, hopefully looking less like you're brimming with excitable energy than you actually are. his lips really are quite close to yours. if you just leaned forward... "hi."
they're not chapped, his lips, but not shining with lip balm. they're soft looking and slightly pink, naturally down-turned in a way that makes him seem grumpy most of the time. but they're quirked up in a little smile, now, and all you can think about is how they might feel against yours. your lip gloss has long since rubbed off, between drinking and eating and drinking again, but would the remnants of glitter smear against his lips? would he come away tasting cherries?
kento clears his throat.
"i have to be honest with you," he says. he adjusts his glasses smartly, the way he does at the office, the way that has all the your female coworkers swooning. "i'm… passed the age of doing things no strings attached — that is to say, if—”
heart suddenly swooping in your chest — delighted at being indulged, of having your affections returned — and brain whizzing along like a child who's had too much sugar, you connect your lips with little fanfare. you're perhaps too enthusiastic — prodding his mouth with your tongue as soon as he'll let you, leaning forward until your chests press together and you can almost feel his heart beating through his skin. his lips are soft, after all. soft but weathered, moving so pleasantly against yours — and then his hands squeeze at the plushness of your hips, his teeth take your bottom lip between them, and—
you're panting when you pull away. panting and flushed and hot all over, barely an inch between you for fear of distance. you’re hot where you’re connected, so filled with nervous, excitable energy you think you might wither; nanami’s grasp on you, steel-tight and warm, does little to help. it’s all you can do to give yourself a second to recuperate, chest heaving — and nanami seems just as bad off. the usually well-kept salaryman looks a mess underneath you, with his lips swollen, his eyes half-lidded, and his breathing uneven — even then, though, his eyes are far too intense for you to calm any.
“to be honest,” you say, "i’m — i’m a little too old for that, too, kento."
another small smile. the gap between you is filled once more. you both call in sick that morning.
#coworker nanami u will always be famous#age appropriate couples u will always be famous#i do love an age gap at times i must admit#nanami x reader#kento x reader#jjk x reader#anime x reader#nanami smut#kento smut#jjk smut#anime smut#nanami x you#kento x you#anime x you#jjk x you
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felixknow's masterlist <3
Not accepting requests!! OT8 Bang Chan Lee Know Changbin Hyunjin Han Felix Seungmin I.N SLASH Invisible Ask Game pt. 1 / pt. 2
my requesting rules + boundaries
#dividers by cafekitsune#masterlist: home#I'm an adult who writes about adults and I'm not comfortable with minors interacting with my content. Please seek age-appropriate content.
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Nobody talk to me ever again I'm too busy thinking about these two pages
#SHE WAS SO BRAVE AND STRONG AND AMAZING THIS WHOLE ARC AND FINALLY SHE FEELS SAFE ENOUGH TO CRY AND AHHHHH#YOR IS INDEED ANYA'S REAL MOM YES YOR BEST MOM#sobs forever#age appropriate responses to stress my beloved#spy x family#spy x family manga#anya forger#yor forger
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if dnp are the winners of rpf, then we’re definitely the losers
#i’ve had this in my drafts for ages#and suddenly its very appropriate#phan#dan and phil#daniel howell#dan howell#phil lester#amazingphil
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She would be a haunted house kid in high school.
After this it was agreed that Mabel has to give some warning before she pops up after more practice so as to not give anyone a heart attack.
#club fair happened a few weeks ago and I got Murdered at the haunted house set up while wearing a shooting star earring. after questioning#if the stitched heart one would have been more appropriate my friend said she’d absolutely do this and he’s right. so I drew this#I was fighting with that comic for So long I’m just happy to be done with it#obviously Stan’s in his sailing clothes and Mabel’s outfit is based off of one of the Polaroids in the end credits of weirdmaggedon part 3#learning how to draw different ages… slowly… it’s a learning curve alright.#mabel pines#stanley pines#grunkle stan#gravity falls#tw blood#it’s sfx obviously but just in case y’know?#you can tell that I started the comic before I started sketching them lol#also yes that is a reasonable amount of fake blood to be on her hands for just adding a couple dabs. that stuff gets Everywhere#my art
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OH SO BLOOD MAGIC. BLOOD MAGIC. THAT'S FUCKING BLOOD MAGIC.
#BIOWARE I AM IN YOUR WALLS#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#dragon age veilguard spoilers#also with everything else da has retconned could we really not have found a different word in 2024#than the one appropriated from māori...........
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why is this giving me the same vibe
#listen#the tlou brain rot has renewed in my brain for a while#and now I am comparing#ignore me#guard dog lovers protecting their partner is just so *chefs kisses*#I love the look Pedro gives Denzels character#oh I am gonna be unwell when this comes out#pedro pascal#tlou#joel miller#general acacius#also pedro pascal characters with age appropriate woman or older woman#love to see it#enough with the babies#I wanna see older woman too#anna torv you beauty#gladiator 2
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Dining’s Cobra Kai + text posts {part 14/?}
#this has been sitting in my drafts for ages. but hey the first part of the final season is one week away so why not post it now?#seems appropriate#and I have one more of these coming up shortly#diningscobrakaiplustextposts#johnny lawrence#jamanda#kreerence#lawrusso#cobra kai
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