#big hero six aesthetic

[everything-halfblood-aesthetic]

Group Aesthetic Daughter of Apollo! Rapunzel  Son of Hermes! Eugene Son of Loki! Varian Son of Hephaestus! Hiro 

[yu2ki]

^_^

[napakmahal]

Butterfly Stroke

It is a truth universally acknowledged, babies are not easy. You accepted it when you realized you were going to have a baby, when you had a baby, and when your baby kept you from doing the things you both loved to do and needed to do. But your mindset deviated from that whenever you watched your boyfriend with your baby.

“Ready…up,up, and down!” Tadashi cooed at Bodie while bouncing her up and down in the pool.

He was a natural.

When Tadashi was building Baymax, he studied all types of medicine and human sciences. Including psychology, which had a sub-subject of how fatherhood and motherhood is affected by infants. He also learned that many parents have reservations about teaching their children to swim out of fear of them drowning. Shockingly, drowning is a very unfortunate and sad cause of death in infants and toddlers because of how silent it is. From then on he made sure he would always teach his children how to swim. It seemed dumb. Why not teach your kids how to navigate 70% of the world if you have the means to?

You clutched your hands over your chest as a feeling of worry rested in your stomach. It’s not like you were totally panicked. Tadashi was a strong swimmer and would rather throw himself in front of a bullet train than have his baby get hurt in any way. Still you couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

“Baby, careful.” You pleaded. “Watch her face.”

Tadashi reassured you, “I got her, don’t worry.”

Despite your worry, Bodie seemed to be having the time of her life. Her chubby little face was contorted in laughter and happiness as she pounded her baby fists into the surface of the pool. Even as a baby, she loved water. Just like her daddy in every way possible. Tadashi was a surfer and a champion swimmer in high school. And he probably would have gone on to be the next Micheal Phelps if he didn’t choose to go to SFIT for a 5,000 dollar scholarship in the robotics and physics department.

“Look at you!” Tadashi cooed at Bodie. His bare chest pressed up against her tiny body as she started kicking her chubby little legs. “Waaa- my baby is so strong, look Bodie! Say hi to mommy!”

Tadashi grabbed Bodie’s hand and waved it at you.

“Hi baby!” You squealed back at them.

Tadashi smiled before motioning his hand for you to join them to be fully immersed in the pool. He leaned over and pressed his lips to the side of your face before shaking his jet black hair back and forth like a dog.

“EW!” You squealed before grabbing Bodie into your arms. “Bodi say ‘ew, daddy!’”

Tadashi laughed before ducking his way under the water and butterfly swimming across the way.

“You gonna be a swimmer?” You asked Bodie.

Bodie giggled, “Dada!”

“Yeah? ” you giggled. “like daddy?”

Tadashi had already swam back to you two and hugged you from behind. Dripping wet.

“When can I take her surfing?” He mumbled, face dropped into the dip of your shoulder.

You let out an audible laugh. “Never!”

“What?! That’s not fair,” He whined. “Bodie tell mommy that isn’t fair.”

“Nooo, mama.” She babbled in response.

Your boyfriend threw his head back in laughter and your jaw dropped. But you were only half joking. Once, at the beach during summer break Tadashi fell off his board after slipping from a wave. For almost ten minutes you couldn’t find him until another group of surfers pushed him towards the shore. He was coughing up water and had to just lay down for a few minutes to catch his breath. You’re not sure. If you’ve ever felt so scared. Especially when he sent you a photo two days later of him scuba diving with Hiro.

“No you’re right though, it’s dangerous.” He agreed with you.

You leaned your head back into his chest to kiss the bottom of his chin. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Tadashi reached over and squished his daughter's baby cheeks. “And you!”

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[razbotz]

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[604to647]

Husband Material

3.1K / Detective Tim Rockford x fem!reader

Summary: You come home drunk after a fun night out and Tim takes care of you.

This one shot is based on that Tiktok trend where girls refer to their boyfriends as their “husband” to see what their reaction will be 🤭🤭

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI pls) but it’s all fluff!  Maybe Tim gets a little handsy when he helps reader undress 🤷🏻‍♀️ (she’s into it). Drunk reader, consumption of Chinese food. Established relationship, petnames (Shutterbug, gorgeous, baby), soft!Tim. Reader wears a dress and heels (but they hurt her feet).

A/N: After writing Marine Attraction, I couldn’t shake the Tim brainrot so I decided to start a non-linear series of fluffy one-shots for Detective Rockford and his Shutterbug – the series will be called The Rockford Portfolio (… you know, like The Rockford Files but ‘Portfolio’ because reader takes photos 😁😁)

Masterlist

Photography aesthetic dividers by @saradika-graphics 😍

Tim pushes his reading glasses up his nose as his settles in under the fluffy duvet cover, two of your matching pillows propped up comfortably behind his back, ready to dive into his book.  You’re not home yet, but Tim doesn’t mind waiting up.  Since the two of you exchanged keys six month ago, he’s probably spent more time at your place than his own – he prefers the warmth of your apartment, with the soft décor and personal touches that remind him so much of you to the cold, sparse feel of his own place.  He had originally worried that you might mind that most days he comes straight here after his long day at the precinct, but you hadn’t minded one bit. 

You didn’t mind making room in your closet for his sharp, if slightly monochromatic suits among your more colourful wardrobe.  You didn’t even mind the gun lock box that sits on the top shelf of that same closet; a safe place for Tim’s service firearm where it remains for you, out of sight, out of mind.  You certainly didn’t mind the permanent home his gun holster had found on your bed post – within arm’s reach should the mood strike you to see it frame your boyfriend’s broad shoulders.  And if the little pile of police paperwork that lives on a corner of your dining room table or any of the other little ways you’ve made room for him in your place didn’t convince him, you would tease that you’d never dare keep him from reading his way through your Agatha Christie collection.

It tickles you to no end that your big bad police detective boyfriend spends all day solving mysteries, only to choose to spend his free time reading books about detectives solving mysteries.  When you shared your amusement with Tim, he had winked at you, tapped his finger against his temple and recited, “If the little grey cells are not exercised, they grow the rust.”  So delighted at Tim quoting your favourite Christie hero you had immediately attacked his face with your lips, planting breathy butterfly kisses over every inch of his handsome face, the book he was reading consequently knocked to the ground and forgotten for the rest of the evening in lieu of decidedly less bookish activities.

He’s right in the middle of a Hercule Poirot soliloquy when he hears the front door open and then your loud, breathy giggle as you bump into the foyer table; shortly after, your keys jingle when dropped in the key bowl, clinking with his own that he had placed in the same bowl several hours earlier.  Tim listens to you struggle a bit with kicking off your shoes, realizing you must finally be free of your work heels when you let out an exaggerated sigh of relief as your tired feet touch the cool hardwood.  He emerges from the bedroom just in time to see you wobblily padding towards the kitchen and grins to himself - you’re drunk.  Tim calls your name softly and when you see your handsome boyfriend smiling at you, delicious and all at home in your apartment, wearing only a wifebeater and his boxers, your eyes open wide – you were on a way to get a snack, but he’s a snack. 

“Timmy!!!!!” you launch yourself in those strong, muscular arms that you know will feel so good around your tired body; Tim catches you easily and envelopes you in his welcoming embrace, his grin only getting wider – you only call him ‘Timmy’ when you get tipsy.  You've been so excited to go out with some old work colleagues that didn’t work at your firm anymore, finally able to arrange a get-together that worked with everyone’s busy schedules.  Evidently you had a great time tonight – Tim’s glad, he pulls you in for a soft, tender hello kiss before steering you over to the kitchen where you were undoubtedly headed to get something to eat.  Sitting you down at the breakfast counter, he fetches you a fresh glass of water and two preventative Advils, and encourages you to tell him all about your evening while he heats up a plate in the microwave.

“What’s that?  You made me food?” you exclaim, giddy.

Tim chuckles, “Nothing fancy like that, Shutterbug.  I ate dinner at the precinct and brought home my Chinese takeout leftovers.  Just plated it so I could heat it up quickly for you when you got home – figured you’d want an après bar snack.”

He’s so sweet.  And thoughtful.  And hot, you smile dopily as you thank him.

“You know, gorgeous, I could have come picked you up,” Tim looks over at you from the open microwave door.

“You’re so sweet, baby!  I know you would have, but you’ve been working so hard on the Pie case – I knew you would already be working late, and I knew we would be late too with all the picture taking.  I didn’t want you to get home and then have to go out again.  It was easy enough to share a cab.  Oh!  That reminds me – I gotta check in with the group chat.”

Your fingers are still flying over your phone keyboard as Tim places a plate of steaming hot Chinese food in front of you – you smile gratefully up at him.

Tonight’s night out had been double duty for you – in addition to seeing some friends that you haven’t seen in forever, a local food blog that features your photos regularly had put out a call for cocktail photos, so your group had gone out with the mission of trying as many different mixed drinks as possible. 

As he always does after you go out and shoot photos, Tim sits next to you and listens to you as you swipe through your camera roll and happily chirp about the pictures you took: the subjects, lens choices, angles and lighting options.  He does his best to concentrate on the pretty pictures on your screen but can’t help stealing glances at your sweet face, alight with enthusiasm and joy.

Finally putting your phone down, you start to dig into your cooled down food as you catch Tim up on the rest of your night, tipsily chatting non-stop in between bites of delicious, greasy food:

“Ok remember when I told you about Vicky’s deadbeat boyfriend who she basically carried through her internship?  He apparently tried applying for a job at her new boyfriend’s restaurant??!”

“Guess what they had on the menu, baby??  A flight of spareribs – isn’t that such a cute idea?  I thought, ohhh Tim would love this, he can never choose between crispy and bbq. Ha!”

“And she ended up getting two dogs from the shelter!  Do you ever thing about getting a dog?  I kind of wish we had a dog but we’re both so busy…”

“… should have made him clean the toilets, is what I said.”

“Ooo!  Dumplings!”

“They had that Chablis we liked so much at that wine bar in New York!  I didn’t get any because we were only getting cocktails for my photos.  But no one ever has Chablis – we need to go back!”

“So then you’ll never guess what she said: I would rather eat a lightbulb.”

Your unrestrained laughter rings throughout the kitchen, eyes twinkling in mirth, thoroughly amused by you and your friends’ antics.  You’re leaning back in your chair, your feet resting in Tim’s lap as he rubs your sore feet, the very picture of happiness that Tim imagines whenever the stress and realities of his work threaten to envelope him and he needs a little light to guide him forward.

With amazement, Tim watches as you gracefully manipulate your chopsticks and pick up cube after cube of salt and pepper fried tofu and pop them in your mouth, your elegant movements belying your state of inebriation, “Sounds like you had a great time tonight, Shutterbug.”

“Oh we did!  I miss those girls so much.  It’s hard for us to find a time to all get together but when we do it’s always soooo much fun!  We just pick up like we used to when we were all juniors at the firm, it was perfect… well except for those two guys that couldn’t take a hint.  Yeesh.”

“What guys?” Tim looks up, eyes darkening, his big, firm hands stop their caressing of your arches.

You wave your chopsticks wildly in the air, as if to dismiss his concern, “Just a couple of guys at the bar that kept sending us drinks.  We kept sending them back.”  You wiggle your feet in Tim’s grip and he catches on – immediately starting to massage them again.

“Did they give you any trouble?”

“Not really.  Too laughable to be trouble – they came over before dessert was brought out to ask why we didn’t accept their drinks?  I mean?? We told them that we were drinking for work, like my photo thing, not for fun.”

“And they got the message?”

“I mean, it took a while, but yes – they kept trying dumb lines like, Work hard, play hard!” you scrunch up your face at the ridiculous memory, “I finally had to tell them that my husband’s a cop in order for them to leave us alone!”

Husband.  Tim wills himself to keep his expression neutral, as if you hadn’t said something that piqued his interest and sent his heart racing.  Husband.

“Oh yeah?  What did they have to say to that?”

“Ugh!  One of them tried to convince me that he’d be a better husband than 'some meter maid,'” you roll your eyes as you shove black bean chicken chow mein into your mouth, “Timmy, did you splurge for extra crispy noodles?!” Your delight fills Tim with pride – he doesn’t know how you can tell after the sauce practically drowns the noodles, but you always can.

He nods, entertained by your cheery chatter, “You know, everyone has to do a rotation in Parking Enforcement – it’s a legitimate part of training.  So, what did you say?”

It takes you a beat to answer, so tickled by the image of your hulking Tim in a little cap and vest writing parking tickets, “I quoted Clueless of course: As if.  My husband is the biggest, baddest detective in the LAPD.  He’s the smartest investigator on the squad and has cleared more cases than anyone else in the precinct.   And he’s a ferocious guard dog who would rip apart any one who would dare make a woman feel uncomfortable.”

“You told them all that, Shutterbug?” Tim’s half proud and half shy at your praise, and still unable to get over that you’re calling him your husband in public.  It’s making him unspeakably happy. 

You nod vigorously, eyes wide and innocent, as if you couldn’t imagine a world in which Detective Tim Rockford and his accomplishments aren’t being praised to the sky at every given opportunity.  “I also told them that my husband is the sweetest and kindest person I’ve ever met.  And that even though he has hardened criminals scared shitless, he only ever makes me feel loved and supported, 100% appreciated and taken care of.  I love my husband!”  You look so happy you could cry, and Tim can’t help but feel his entire chest swell at how you described him to those two bozo strangers - that this is how you see him, what he means to you.  He loves you so much.

He tells you so as he kisses the top of your head, taking your empty plate to the sink and fetching another glass of water before wrapping his arm tightly around your waist and leading you to the bathroom.

From under his chin, you look up and coo, “And he’s hot too, you know?”

“Hmmmm?” Tim smiles down indulgently to find your cute, drunk face grinning at him mischievously.

“My husband.  He’s so fucking hot.  I want to climb him like a tree and sink my teeth into all his hard muscles and mark him up so everyone knows he’s mine.  Oh my god!”  You step in front of Tim, startling him with your sudden movement, the two you continuing to make your way through the bedroom.  Under Tim’s watchful eye, you walk backwards as you babble eagerly, trying desperately to make him understand, “You don’t even know how handsome he is?!?  He has the perfect nose and the deepest brown eyes.  His lips are so soft, perfect for kissing.  He is SUCH a good kisser.  OH!!! His facial hair looks sooooo good… I wonder what he would look like with a full beard.  Probably just as fucking hot as he does now.  My husband’s face is DEVASTATING!” You sigh dramatically.

Now starting to get embarrassed at your compliments, Tim turns you around gently and marches forward.  Once in the bathroom, you stop abruptly so that Tim bumps into you – giggling, you wiggle your butt into his crotch, wordlessly asking for help you don’t actually need to undress.

Tim disrobes you swiftly – wanting to help you get to bed as soon as possible, but makes sure to kiss a gentle path along the skin he reveals as he unzips the dress he watched you put on for work this morning; after he helps you step out of your dress, he dots kisses down the back of your thighs and calves that leave you shivering in pleasure.  Left in just your matching pastel floral lingerie set, you brush you teeth and start your night time skin care while Tim watches you fondly from his seat on the edge of the tub.  No matter the circumstances, you’ll never go to bed without washing your face and putting on some of the elixirs and potions that overrun your bathroom counter – Tim’s convinced they must work though - you’re radiant, stunning; if he didn’t often find himself distracted by the soft curves of your enticing body, he would never look away from your beautiful face.

“Did you know your husband has the best wife?”

You look over at him and giggle into the face towel you’re using to dry your cleansed skin, “Oh yeah?  Tell me about your wife, Detective Rockford.”

As you start to apply your creams and moisturizers, Tim comes up behind you, gently skimming his fingers up and down your bare sides, leaving little goosebumps in their wake, “My wife is gorgeous.  Prettiest woman I’ve ever met, inside and out.  She’s smart, kind, and hilarious, and I think the most considerate person on this planet.  Did you know when I first met her, she volunteered to wait and be the last to be interviewed by a grumpy detective, so that school trips and families with kids could go first?”

Your eyes crinkle at the memory of when you met Tim at the aquarium nearly a year and a half ago, “How do you know your wife wasn’t just angling to be interviewed by the hot detective?”

Tim points a finger at himself comically, arching his eyebrow at the you in the mirror reflection, Me?  Do you mean me – I was the hot detective?

You nod heartily, Of course you.

“Well, looks like my wife had my number from the start.  She’s smart like that.  Her brain is the sexiest part of her you know?  And that’s saying something because everything about her is sexy,” Tim starts kissing your neck.  His hands trail up to your breasts and he softly gropes your curves over the lacy fabric before reaching one hand between your bodies and undoes your bra clasp, his other hand ready to help you drag the bra down your arms, exposing your bare chest to the detective's lustful gaze.  Nuzzling into your ear, he whispers, “My wife is so fucking hot,” as his fondles your breasts in his big, meaty hands – rolling your nipples between his rough fingers then lightly tugging before releasing them, causing your tits to jiggle. 

You turn in Tim’s arms, your lips immediately meeting his, mouth open with an unspoken invitation he eagerly accepts.  Tim licks into your mouth hungrily and you match each stroke of his tongue with a brush of yours, every nip of his teeth with an equally playful nibble.  You sigh into Tim’s mouth as his lips press to yours over and over, mapping your soft cushiony lips and sucking them swollen to mark you as his.  He hardly allows you to take a breath, and you’re not sure anymore if your dizziness is from tonight’s alcohol, or the way Tim’s lips slot so perfectly over yours, stealing all your air.  You love it - air is nothing when you have Tim.  Moaning softly so the sound fills his mouth, you hear Tim whisper huskily, “Arms up, Shutterbug.”

“Anything you say, Detective,” you shimmy your half naked body playfully in Tim’s arms and raise your arms over your head as requested, and for a second, you can’t help but gaze adoringly at Tim’s devilishly handsome face before your vision is obstructed.

“Hey!  What th-?”  When Tim’s grinning face comes back into view, he lowers your arms to your sides and you look down at your chest.  You realize that Tim has slipped one of his oversized band t-shirts over your head to wear for sleeping.  You give him an exaggerated pout and a silly whine before pressing your now t-shirt clad body to his, your final drunk attempt at seduction.

Tim dispenses a soft kiss to your lips, nose, then forehead, “Not tonight, gorgeous.  You’re drunk.  You don’t need sex, you need water.”  He points to the glass of water he brought from the kitchen and leaves to place the drink on your bedside table so that you can finish getting ready for bed. 

Snuggling under the covers after taking three big gulps of water from your glass at Tim’s insistence, you sleepily arch you butt against Tim’s bulge, giving it a half-hearted shake, stopping only when he gives you a pinch on the bum, murmuring, “Tomorrow, Shutterbug.”  You grin at the promise and yawn, “Goodnight, Timmy,” before finally succumbing to your alcohol fueled exhaustion and passing out.

Tim wonders if you’ll remember calling him your husband tomorrow.  He wonders if you meant to say it or if it just slipped out.  He wonders what it could mean that you said it at all.  He wonders if you somehow know about the ring box that’s hidden in a pair of old sport socks he never uses at the back of his dresser drawer in the bedroom of a house that he’s hardly at anymore. 

Tim tightens his arms around you - he wonders a lot of things, but the one thing he never wonders about is how he feels about you.  Pressing one last soft kiss to your shoulder, Tim breathes in your soft scent – a mixture of perfume, lotion, home, and whispers, “Good night, Mrs. Rockford.”

[itsangelicasworld]

*･῾ ⁺ Welcome to My Teen Titans DR 🧨 .*

💥 ˗ˏˋ DESCRIPTION .ᐟ

In 2003 Jump City, a team of six teenagers called the "Teen Titans" fight against supervillains threatening their beloved metropolis. Along the way, they must face issues even worse than superpowered antagonists who want them captured; emotions, romance, and navigating the bumpy road of impending adulthood. My DR follows the plot of the show except with my own headcanons, scenarios, etc.

Like the show, there are no secret identities; so our superhero personas are quite literally just us. WHICH MEANS WE'RE TREATED LIKE CELEBRITIES!! People ask for photos/autographs, we have merch, and there's even an entire Teen Titans fandom with forums and fanarts and theories!! Not super relevant to this reality's lore, but thought it'd be cool to mention🤭.

🔆 ˗ˏˋ ABOUT ME .ᐟ

NAME : Angelica Sterling

NICKNAMES : Quin, Angel

AGE : 16-years-old

PRONOUNS : She/her/hers

ETHNICITY : Black and Mexican

MBTI : INFP-T

PERSONALITY : Optimistic, courageous, charismatic, empathetic, humorous, witty, mature, impatient, cautious, idealistic

HERO ALIAS : Quanta

POWER : Quantum Manipulation (basically the ability to manipulate the very foundation of the universe/matter because I'm the main character actually🤭)

SUB-POWERS : Healing, telekinesis, quantum empowerment, shapeshifting

DRAWBACKS : Using too much of my power at one time can lead to fatigue; symptoms range from mild (grogginess, irritability) to severe (headaches, unconsciousness). Additionally, under incredibly high-stress situations or potent emotions, my powers may become unstable or erratic

COMBAT SKILLS : Hand-to-hand, mixed martial arts, kickboxing, and of course using my powers, which include shooting projectiles and making defense constructs

🍕 ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIPS .ᐟ

I made moodboards + added some quotes for all of them here, so check that out if you wanna see their aesthetics🤭

ROBIN : My s/o!! I could write 100 paragraphs about this man but I'll list our tropes instead💪

Tortured hero (on his side, he gets it from Batman ftgyhuhgtfg)

Friends to lovers

Slooowwww burn

Mutual pining

Healing together

STARFIRE : Me and her are SUUCHH girly-girls. Having sleepovers, going to the mall, exploring the city, etc. is literally all we do and I love it. She also really likes ranting about Tamaran to me. Hearing her childhood stories is so sweet🛐

RAVEN : Initially, Raven needed time to warm up to me, but now we have a really close bond. UGGHH I can't wait to meditate with this girl and talk about spirituality. AND I SCRIPTED I'M THE ONLY ONE SHE ALLOWS IN HER ROOM, SO IT'S LIKE HAVING VIP TICKETS FFGHFFG BEAST BOY : This dude is such a jokester but he's so insecure I just NEED TO HUG HIM😭😭. He's like the little brother I never had; super annoying but I couldn't imagine my life without him

CYBORG : Although I'm not as close to Cy as some of the other members, he really means a lot to me!! He's kind of like my big brother. He really likes to teach me about mechanics and I know he's always got my back, and I have his. Even though we can squabble over his attitude sometimes💀

🦇 ˗ˏˋ OUTRO .ᐟ

Feel free to send in asks about this DR (and really any of them if your curious), they'd be greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading THIS far <333

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 *+:｡.｡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . . . . ╰──╮

Aesthetics inspired by @/shiftingwithjaidyn's fame DR intro | Dividers by @/strangergraphics-archive

[coquettedragoon]

could you expand a little on your writing and worldbuilding process for coquette? the way you write characters is really nice

my writing process is kind of informed by a sense of wanting every part of the thing i'm working on to be fun to work on, which sounds obvious... but well im one of those people who made webcomics excited to get to the big story payoffs 5 years down the track but didn't put any thought into what came before it and got burnt out. in the past i would've shown xios life before enlistment as a slow burn but instead i'm just opening right on it.

the overarching structure of coquette is informed by hxh... i really like how each arc of it is a drastically different setting and genre with a rotating primary cast, i don't intend for coquette to be as varied but it struck me as a really fun way of making longform work that feels consistently enjoyable to work on... ig as a brief example, the first section will focus on the zephyranthes, after this xio and co are sent to fight in sunset as part of the lilac occupation and then are left behind after the lilac force retreats (careful what you wish for ayane...) and Stuff Happens, ig what i mean is i dont want to linger on a status quo for too long.

as for the world, i mostly am drawing from legend of the galactic heroes/gundam 79 as a template. the duchy is the empire/zeon, the lilac is the FPA/earth federation, and sunset is fezzan/side six.

for the lilac in particular, i'm kind of drawing from like... how things felt being in school during the iraq war and the fervor among the students around me, i knew so many people who wanted to enlist after graduation etc and saw the army as like a winning ticket compared to the deadend town we were in, like girls wanting to join the army to get a degree as a lawyer or a pilot etc. the core of the lilac is its a society that exists to funnel people (especially like xio) into the army.

the duchy is a bit more vibes based, i just like when the baddies in scifi are anachronistic aristocrats. theres a section in the gundam origin manga about like... interpreting the zeon invasion of earth as a return to 'the sacred grounds of the soul' that carries a lot of weight. i think it sort of gave me an impression of the zeon as like... people living in the void of space and feeling spiritually/intellectually starved by it and driven mad by it, and i kind of used that as my basis for the duchy. they are obsessed with tradition and antiquity to feel like they have a sense of place in the world and aren't just drifting in space, the aesthetic sense is rooted in a sense of like.. older feeling things are more connected to earth and feel more 'human' to them. then ofc like the imperialism and arranged marriages and social stratification are all 'old' and can't be questioned so they are miserable anyway.

i guess it's all based on the thing in LOGH of how it opens on 'no human or society is immortal', and then depicts the slow collapse of the two nations founded on flimsy ideas. the lilac and the duchy are both dead end nations.

as for character writing... i think i kind of just take archetypes i like from moe anime etc and then try and dig into how their brains work living in the world of coquette. xio could be a happy little moeblob in most other worlds. ryukishis writing is probably what informs me better than anything else... i just want to try and depict what it's like to live inside these characters heads.

[wordsandrobots]

Have you ever watched other big robot shows or space operas? like Evangelion, LoTGH, Patlabor, Gurren Lagann?

I have, though none of those you listed (Evangelion is the only one I've actively avoided, since I know enough about it to know I need to be in the right frame of mind to engage with it; the others I've just not gotten around to). I don't know if all of the others I've watched count as 'big', but I'll get you a quick breakdown of what I can recall seeing.

For Japanese space-opera in general, I've watched bits and pieces of Leiji Matsumoto's work and have a special fondness for the 2013 CGI Harlock adaption, weirdly enough. For whatever reason -- certainly a lot of the feelings that ended up latching on to Iron-Blooded Orphans were involved -- I just really vibed with what it was doing. Indeed, I think I generally vibe with a lot of Matsumoto's aesthetic approach despite not necessarily liking what he's saying with it. I've also seen the live-action Space Battleship Yamato movie , which I didn't like in the slightest.

I don't think Cowboy Bebop quite counts as space opera, but I've of course seen that too (it was required viewing for my generation) and count it among the best animes ever, just on artistic merit alone. I've also seen Crusher Joe, which certainly isn't that good but was somewhat fun nonetheless.

For mecha specifically, I've never gotten into Macross despite knowing the overall basics. I've only properly seen Macross Plus, but it didn't leave much of an impression. It's kind of odd, actually, since I'd have to say I prefer the artistic direction of Macross' mecha to most of Gundam (love a good transforming jet fighter). Still, story will out, I suppose.

For what I have seen, there's Code:Geass, obviously, in all its utter-batshit glory. Terrible, awful show. I had a whale of a time.

Eureka Seven basically does everything Gundam has ever tried to do over most of its run, better, with much more depth and clarity. Like, seriously, all the stuff the first three Gundam shows are flailing around trying to Say Something About, Eureka Seven nails in the most heartbreaking ways imaginable. It's ridiculously well done for what it is, partly because it actually commits to its main character being an ordinary teenage boy in ways that most things don't (which it also has in common with at least Gundam 79 and Zeta Gundam, only, again, done better).

I more or less enjoyed Argento Soma. It has some very interesting art design and direction, and the general idea is compelling. But it's also rather less than the sum of its parts, overall, and is perhaps tamer than it could have been.

I watched the first season of Eighty-Six and a few of the second season episodes before ditching it like a hot rock when the subs pulled out actual Nazi rhetoric. It had already ditched the moral horror of the first season for something more bland, anyway.

Then there's Fafner in the Azure which is flat-out the best mecha show I've ever seen. I know I rave about Iron-Blooded Orphans and have tons to say about it, but Fafner operates on a completely different level. I have *nothing* to say about Fafner which is not 'for the love of everything, go watch Fafner'. It is an incredible piece of work, that absolutely demands a chronological, beginning-to-end watch, because it is one of the few things I've come across that *needs* to be so long, to say everything it is saying, as well and deftly as it is saying it. It's gruelling, heart-shattering, nail-biting and utterly uplifting in how it centres community and sacrifice for the sake of others. I'm not sure I've seen anything with such a clear idea of what 'we are fighting to defend humanity' means, positive and negative. It will rip your heart out of your chest and you'll thank it for the pleasure.

Also, it does a similar 'two characters are in love with the hero and it's mostly chill' thing to IBO, edging very close to being polyamory too, expect they're all total dysfunctional messes and also occasionally dead so it doesn't work out so well. Plus two of the three are guys, meaning the 'in love' thing is more heavy implication than overt statement but, boy are they implying heavily.

Oh, and I have also see Brave Bang Bravern! It is deeply silly but also contains some wildly out-of-place torture apologia that I still can't quite wrap my head around in terms of what the writers were thinking. Possibly they just wanted to get in some gratuitous bondage? Which, I mean, fair, but still. Odd show (even on top of the deliberateness to its camp).

[luuv-zomby]

Poison - Type Miku Themed Alter !!

PT. Poison-Type Miku Themed Alter!!

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General ✿ —⁠ name : blight , arsene , arsenia . ✿ —⁠ pronouns : she / her , they / them , ve / ven , slime / slimes , poison / poisons , venom / venoms , lab / labs . ✿ —⁠ gender terms : feminine , neutral , masculine ( occasionally ) ✿ —⁠ presentation (masc, fem, neu) : feminine , neutral . ✿ —⁠ age : 19 yrs . ✿ —⁠ labels : fingender , ningender , poképoison , lesbian , omniromantic . ✿ —⁠ birthday : july 23 .

System ✿ —⁠ role(s) : jokestar , comedian , mood booster , academic , fixkeeper . ✿ —⁠ type : willogenic . ✿ —⁠ source : project voltage .

Personality ✿ —⁠ general mood / emotion : happy . ✿ —⁠ traits : upbeat , social . ✿ —⁠ mannerisms / habits : talking loudly . ✿ —⁠ priorities : friends and personal projects . ✿ —⁠ pet peeves : transphobes . ✿ —⁠ introvert / extrovert / omnivert / ambivert : extrovert .

✿ —⁠ aesthetic : retro 80s / retro sci - fi . ✿ —⁠ theme : n / a . ✿ —⁠ theme song : link .

Appearance ✿ —⁠ body type : slim . ✿ —⁠ species : human . ✿ —⁠ height / weight : 5'6" , 121 lbs . ✿ —⁠ voice / accent : tough and loud voice . ✿ —⁠ hairstyle / hair type / hair color : flowly , slime - like hair in ponytails . ✿ —⁠ facial shape : oblong , heart . ✿ —⁠ eye shape / eye color : almond , hooded , pink - colored irises . ✿ —⁠ nose shape : thin , upturned . ✿ —⁠ lip shape : sharp , narrow . ✿ —⁠ other features : thick eyelashes .

✿ —⁠ clothing aesthetic : retro 80s / retro sci - fi .

Ideas ✿ —⁠ dream job : chemist , alchemist , professional pokemon trainer . ✿ —⁠ fears : losing loved ones , jumping spiders . ✿ —⁠ regrets : not having a good education . ✿ —⁠ insecurities : her weight . ✿ —⁠ core values : family and friends first . ✿ —⁠ philosophies : empiricism .

Interests ✿ —⁠ likes : reptiles , pink . ✿ —⁠ dislikes : water , the beach . ✿ —⁠ loves : purple , alchemy , poison , pokemon . ✿ —⁠ hates : swimming , bigots . ✿ —⁠ hyperfixations : alchemy . ✿ —⁠ unbearable : debates . ✿ —⁠ comforts : her pokemon , staying up late .

✿ —⁠ favorite color : pink , magenta , purple . ✿ —⁠ favorite activity : experimenting . ✿ —⁠ favorite song : spy ? - whokilledxix . ✿ —⁠ favorite music genre : hyperpop . ✿ —⁠ favorite game : pokemon scarlet . ✿ —⁠ favorite TV show : pokemon x & y . ✿ —⁠ favorite movie : big hero six . ✿ —⁠ favorite food : squeeze jelly candy . ✿ —⁠ favorite drink : fanta . ✿ —⁠ favorite scent : cleaning supplies . ✿ —⁠ favorite flower : tulips . ✿ —⁠ favorite feeling : success . ✿ —⁠ favorite season : spring . ✿ —⁠ favorite weather : overcast , not raining .

Extra ✿ —⁠ other : very hyper and caring !

[the-banana-0verlord]

"Do you hear the rain fall down?..."

Intro

Hello, my name is Lilian and you've tumbled across my blog! I am a writer and a digital artist in my free time. I write and draw mainly mainly for the game Twisted Wonderland, but I also engage in a few other fandoms. I make moodboards, request rules below.

!! 🍉This blogs stands with Palestine🍉!!

What I write about:

🌊My OCs (most of the time)

🌊X readers (this used to be what i did primarily, but it's rare to see me do it these days. I have a lot in my masterlist though)

List of links

Masterlist

OC masterlist

Dracula X F!Reader(on quotev)

moots list (not up to date)

Lilian/Mallilian AUs masterlist

Where to find me on various platforms

Tumblr moots discord

Twst OC discord

My sideblogs

@bananareblogsthings -- reblogs

@the-lord-of-malevolence -- Malleus RP blog (inactive)

@the-king-of-thorns -- Overblot Malleus RP blog (soon to be inactive)

@bestutenacharactertournament -- tournament for the best Revolutionary Girl Utena character

@thoughts-of-an-nrc-student -- RP blog pretending Twisted Wonderland is real

@the-sunflower-prefect -- RP blog for my yuusona, Lilian

@bananas-lil-guy -- oc blog (check it out if you want to know about my ocs cause everything is going to be on there!)

Tags

#bananawrites -- for writing

#bananadoodles -- for art

#theoverlordmonologues -- for anything random

#mallilian -- self-ship tag with Malleus

#bananareblogs -- reblogs

#banana's moots -- my mutuals <3

#bananaanswersasks -- for asks

Fandoms

I engage in currently:

🌊Twisted Wonderland

🌊Revolutionary Girl Utena

🌊Nevermore(webtoon)

🌊Obey Me! Shall we date(though I have not played much)

🌊Genshin impact

🌊Multiple reincarnation webtoons on both tapas and webtoon

🌊Minecraft

🌊Link Click

🌊The Truly Devious Series

I know of but no longer engage in:

🌊Demon slayer

🌊My Hero Academia

🌊Miraculous Ladybug

🌊Percy Jackson

🌊Keepers of the lost cities

🌊How to train your dragon and the big four

🌊The Owl house

🌊Marvel

🌊My little pony

🌊Fnaf

🌊Hamilton

🌊Warrior cats

🌊Wings of Fire

🌊Avatar: the last airbender

🌊Heathers

🌊Six: the musical

Moodboards

You can request moodboards! I make them in a format of 3 x 3 pics. I can make moodboards based on an OC, a character, a vibe, a ship, a self-ship, etc. If the character is unknown to me(like not from a fandom listed above or an oc), please provide me a picture of the character.

About me

🌊I'm 15 (so a minor! No NSFW on this blog!!!)

🌊My pronouns are She/Her but I'm fine with They/Them. I'm asexual and it's blurry if I'm aromantic or biromantic.

🌊My first language is french and I am from Quebec, in Canada.

🌊My hobby other than those mentionned above is making puzzles.

🌊I like crime series and books

🌊My favorite aesthetics are Dark Academia and Cottagecore

🌊I like Mitski, Mother Mother and Marina

Feel free to send me asks if you want to get to know me! You can ask to be my mutual if you want, but please don't be overbearing.

[no-see-um-incorrect]

 The way that I picture freelancer might be considered…unpopular 

The way I picture my freelancer is (this is the best way I can describe the) picture honey lemon from big hero six but chubby. And with kind of a camp counselor aesthetic 

[bvlladonnas]

is that AYO EDEBIRI? oh, no, that’s BEATRICE "BIRDIE" ROUX, a THIRTY-ONE year old OWNER OF CASA DRAGONES who uses SHE/THEY pronouns. they currently live in QUILPUÉ, and the character they identify with most is PENELOPE GARCIA FROM CRIMINAL MINDS. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas! 

BASICS:

full name: beatrice "birdie" clementine roux nickname(s): birdie (primary), bea, tris age: thirty-one gender: non-binary pronouns: she/they sexuality: if she ever told you she knew she lied (unlabeled queer) date & place of birth: march 6 in malibu, california occupation: owner of casa dragones faceclaim: ayo edebiri piercings: pierced ears – one lobe piercing, two helix piercings, and a conch piercing. traits: outgoing, warm, empathetic, intelligent, caring, independent (overly so), stressed, awkward, dogmatic similar to: penelope garcia (criminal minds), alice cullen (twilight), suki (avatar: the last airbender), aunt cass (big hero six), lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls), willow rosenberg (buffy the vampire slayer), janine teagues (abbott elementary), josie (bottoms) aesthetics: game nights hosted at her place, daybreak shining through the window after a night of gaming, bookshelves of fantasy novels (half are read), various papers strewn about a desk, a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cold night, and a comforting hand on your shoulder.

* warning for mild child neglect

BULLET POINTS:

– born to two young and in love parents in malibu, california, birdie was just what the two needed to complete their little family. as an only child, they have never for anything – even if their parents seemed to love each other more than them. – her childhood is spent traveling – italy, france, greece, nigeria, norway, mexico, nicaragua, even antarctica for a one-off trip, among others. she's homeschooled for most of her life, her parents reasoning that traveling was much better for her development than a typical school education would be. sometimes they question if their parents were right, but they can't do much about it now.  – birdie's parents always encouraged her to explore her passions, which was usually something adjacent to fantasy, coding, video games, or whatever anime or tv show had pulled her in at that point. because of this they're wonderfully adept at random skills (see headcanons section).  – in spite of this, they felt very isolated and alone growing up. turning to the internet was easy (when she had quick access to it), but her parents were often caught up with each other, & she had no siblings to talk to; plus, frequent moves between countries and cities meant she rarely got to make friends that lasted longer than her stay did. their saving grace was when they would travel back to the states to see their family, & they could talk to their favorite cousin, aviva. – this results in birdie becoming very independent and more-or-less self-sufficient from a young age. their emotions, their desires, their dreams, would all be controlled by her (because then she could never be disappointed). from then on, a forgotten birthday or a canceled lunch date from their parents couldn't mess with them as bad, because they could find solace in being alone.  – birdie turns 12 and their parents decide that maybe it would be best for her if they settled down somewhere (they were right, she made way more friends). they decide on quilpe, one of their favorite previous travel destinations. she knows the place like the back of her hand now.  – her life falls into place easily from there – when they graduate high school, their parents express a desire to begin traveling again, once again wanting to spread their love around the world. birdie, used to this, decides they'd like to stay in what they now deem their home – she gets a degree in computer science from the university, and quickly figures out those jobs aren't really for them. after much deliberation and more than a few career-anxiety-induced breakdowns, birdie takes out a loan to open up casa dragones (thank fucking god it's a hit or they would probably be back in america with their parents).  – when their roommate leaves (the amount of horror stories she could tell...), birdie reaches out to her favorite cousin & says that if she ever needs a spot to go, birdie's got her. 

HEADCANONS:

— got bullied kinda when she went back to school . they couldn't handle a bad bitch who liked dnd fr :/ – ran their high school's dnd group, went crazy as a dm. — great at coding & a lot of odd tech things – troubleshoots for the store's computers a lot of the time because those bitches like to shut down a lot (they're old).  – loves having friends and having functions at her place because it makes them feel a sense of belonging <3 isolation as a kid went crazy – ^ also part of the reason they opened casa dragones. dnd and other ttrpg games were a big reason they weren't so lonely as a teen/younger adult, & birdie wants to make sure anyone else feeling like that has a place to just be themselves.  – favorite video game (currently) is baldur's gate 3 (duh)

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

— regulars at casa dragones perhaps ??? mayhaps even coworkers !  — besties ... she's easy to get along with i think ! – who r u going to let them mentor. who is going to be the person they r so protective of and give wise advice to like a sage with tea in their hands — lit anything else idk. fwb. exs. enemies. frenemies. childhood friends . the world is our oyster guys

[skaruresonic]

Sonic's outward attitude towards Eggman may not (or at least should not) be a guide for how the *audience* should treat Eggman, but I do think it contributes to the fans' perception of him that despite there being various moments in the games where Sonic does get more notably serious with the doc... those moments tend to be relatively brief, easy to miss, or easily ignored compared to something like his final confrontations with Erazor and Merlina in the Storybooks. This probably accentuates the fans' mistaken belief that Eggman is somehow less dangerous, and combine that with getting usurped and/or forced to team up with the heroes all the time... yeah. Being an Eggman fan is a rough time sometimes. @_@

Sonic's... always kinda trash-talked Eggman, though? His very first words upon seeing Eggman in SA1 were "Oh look, a giant talking egg."

Not to mention other characters trash-talk Eggman as well, not just Sonic. Tails also calls his competence into question in Forces when he gives him that little dressing-down about how scientists always double-check their work, which tbh does frustrate me some. It's like my dude what do you want, Eggman had 99% of this world in a vice grip for six months, cut him some slack lol. But then, my stance is the narrative's already done its job. If fans choose to take Tails' heavily biased words over the hard evidence the game provides to the contrary, that's on them, not on the game. The narrative can only go so far before the audience needs to meet it halfway.

I get the frustration. However, I honestly don't think it's fair to place SA2 on the same tier as Heroes or ShTH as a portrayal that risks making fans believe Eggman isn't dangerous when SA2 is one of the only, if not the only, game(s) where we get to see his plans unfold from beginning to end and even partake in that process. Sonic saying "You've turned into a big-time villain, doctor" doesn't inherently negate the fact that he walked right into the trap Eggman laid out. He certainly wasn't cracking any jokes once he was inside the capsule. And obviously the capsule scene is not the end-all be-all of SA2!Eggman's character, but there is a reason why so many people point to it as a quintessential example of his cunning. Lastly, I know some people will hold up SA2!Eggman as the most badass iteration just to dunk on Forces!Eggman, but not all of us do. (points at self) When I say SA2!Eggman deserves credit, it's not For the Aesthetic or to put down other versions of the character. It's because I genuinely believe he did some pretty cool evil shit in that game, regardless of whatever Sonic may have said or however the Last Story played out. It's not like the moon and Prison Island can suddenly reverse entropy and unexplode. We saw the consequences of Eggman's plan in ShTH's version of Prison Island and they weren't pretty

[dotaeisms]

❛𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻‚ 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲❜ / BANG CHAN

🗯️; au inspired by big hero six! i absolutely adore that movie, and honestly would cast chris as tadashi T^T, but this is heavily self indulging, so i hope you enjoy :3 !!

🏷️; xdinary heroes (your bot fighting team), mentions of xdh, cursing, this is long buckle up, mention of changlix (?), SO MANY KPOP GROUPS (nmixx, twice), y/n IS SO DOWN BAD, mainly plot

<⚡️> what little event would the boys drag you out to now?

sure being the team’s extremely smart mechanic surely didn’t mean you had to fight, right?

gun-il, the teams leader, hesitated at first, as his own little sister AND smartest team member, who was extremely precious in his eyes could never ever destroy one of her own prized bots in these ‘cockfights’.

but of course, the others convinced him.

‘come on goo! she’s a smart gal, i think she would fight well, end our loosing streak against the…kids.’

the youngest, jooyeon exclaimed, half expecting the leader to shut him down.

at this you pushed your rolling chair away from the desk, perking your glasses down with a disgusted look.

‘you are not dragging me to destroy my precious work! i may fix your guys’s stuff, but that doesn’t mean i wanna do illegal shit with you guys…’

with this jooyeon sighed, cursing under his breath and walking away from the situation.

gun-il walked up beside you, a bit of a stern expression.

‘maybe you could just come to one? the boys would stop pestering you…’

and thats how you ended up in a neon painted alleyway at 2 am.

the lights almost blinded you, thank god your glasses turn into sunglasses.

the different groups were represented by colors, each using spray paint or colored smoke to get that across as they entered.

first came the group of girls who went to your school, represented by purple, they were named ‘NMIXX’.

the use of junk scraps really helped them.

only to be pushed out by the color pink, which called themselves ‘TWICE’.

another group of more experienced bot fighters, all ladies too.

the mc of the fight was none other than the leader of TWICE, her name was jihyo.

‘and that does it for the mixed up parts of NMIXX, now ladies shake hands~’

the representatives shook, the purple clad looking exceptionally pissed as the blonde haired girl stuck her tongue out in response.

the next team was well known, maybe even better than TWICE.

the rivals of your own team, known around as ‘the kids.’

or at least jooyeon calls them that.

the entrance was loud, called out by a thunderous sounding guy, who had a smaller petite boy attached to his side. followed by six other men, they were represented in black.

‘they are, THE STRAY KIDS!’

and the boys on your side scowled in return.

your team represented by red, came out second, and you felt exceptionally small compared to the rest of them.

as the teams got together, smack talk was indeed exchanged.

‘heres the copy cats eh?’

the first to speak was a grey haired boy from stray kids.

gun-il immediately backfired.

don’t pull jun into this, he’s shy.’

‘aw but being shy isn’t an excuse-‘

then, a black clad man with a mask on broke the two up.

‘let’s not get personal, yeah? people have the same names…’

he sternly looked at his own teammate, and apologized to gun-il.

‘sorry mate, he gets really competitive.’

both you and gun-il were taken aback.

this man was kind, very opposite to the team aesthetic, working with high class tech industries to make sure they win every fight.

‘lets have a fair match, may the best team win.’

the masked leader shook hands with your brother, flashing his brown eyes at you, then turned around to take places.

the sight of his eyes made your heart flutter.

the fighters were seungmin (affectionately called o.de) and the cocky dude from before, jisung.

you could hear the leader growling orders, and it almost tickled your brain.

how would it feel to be barked at by him.

maybe it did turn you on, something about his aura was indulgent, almost like a succubus calling you into the depths.

it hindered your ability to think of a good strategy.

the next round came along, jisung snagging the win from o.de.

he dejectedly handed the controller over.

‘just don’t screw it up y/n.’

it sounded harsh, but it came down to a pot of a good amount of money.

it came down to you and a man called lee felix fighting.

he was the petite boy with the loud man earlier.

he shook your hand, small paw engulfed by yours.

‘lets fight fair!’

the match ended with a hero victory, and it moved on to the final.

‘alright.’ the co-captain jungsu chided.

‘in order to keep winning, no offense o.de, but y/n needs to get out there.’

o.de brushed it off, patting you on the back.

‘good luck, make your brother proud.’

meanwhile on the other team, tension was high.

‘hyung! they were so good out there, xdinary heroes never wins, they have a new member.’

the leader didn’t even watch his own team fight.

‘i’m surprised you lost lixie, i’ll go out for the tie breaker round, yeah?’

a few of them nodded, happy their leader would represent.

and so it began.

the small yet agile bot called, ‘OVERLOAD’ would be going against the bulky bot entitled, ‘FIVE STAR.’

jihyo smirked and commanded the fight.

‘fighters ready? begin!’

and the match begun.

you could see the leader biting his lip in frustration, brow furrowed with intension.

his name, which now you know is bang chan was called out, alongside yours.

he glanced and licked his lips, then focusing on the match before him.

you could feel the teasing energy, caught off guard by any movement his plump lips made.

at this, ‘OVERLOAD’ was shattered to pieces by ‘FIVE STAR.’

a victory for the enemy.

at this the small alleyway cheered, the members of stray kids happily hugging their leader, and you and your boys could do was stare in disbelief.

you felt almost embarrassed, being caught off guard by such a beautiful man, having to fight the god like specimen, only to be knocked down by his good looks.

it’s like he knew you were whipped for him.

‘oi! y/n right?’ chan ran over, handing you some red streamers.

you tilted your head, butterflies arising in your tummy.

‘t-thats me!’ you managed to smile, pushing your glasses up with a soft sigh.

the leader smirked, almost finding you quite tiny in this moment.

‘you did great out there, you have a lot of potential.’

you blush, taken aback at the compliment.

‘a-ah! no really it’s my first time fighting, but i did all the engineering myself.’

‘i see, nobody ever beats felix out there, you have great talent. you should join us.’

you froze.

would you abandon your brother and his goons for some good eye candy in a heartbeat? yes, but, did you have the guts to do it? nope.

‘thank you for the invite, but, i wanna stay with them, i think they need me more than you.’

with this chan chuckles, nodding his head in understanding.

‘i get that, but, i really wanna get to know you better.’

you full on blushed now, cheeks heated.

‘y-you do?’

with this chan nodded, taking your hand in his.

‘the way you looked when you fought, so determined, it was, kinda attractive.’

he managed to say, chuckling softly at his own bluntness.

your mouth almost dropped to the floor.

‘i may or may not have distracted you on purpose.’

‘i knew those lip bites were just a distraction!’

you playfully smacked his shoulder with a grin, blush still adorning your face.

‘so what do you say darling? can i get to know you?’

with this you softly walked up, on your tippy toes, and gently pressed a soft kiss into his cheek.

‘yes, of course.’

(PART 2?) / idk if this is good T-T

[amevello-blue]

Are the Donnie fusions extra interested in different sciences?

My personal interpretation is:

Dea: Chemistry, because of Mikey’s chemistry abilities.

Lon: Astronomy, because of Leo’s special interest in Space Heroes.

Daph: Physics? Because he likes explosives?? Mechanical engineering and atomic physics, maybe?

Once the plot mellows out a bit, will they be allowed to explore their scientific interests a bit further? Like, currently all their inventing has been very goal-oriented; will they be able to build and design things just for the fun and joy of it?

Oh, and the fic has been going for quite a while, yet I’m still not over how delightfully stupid the fusions’ names are.

They're all interested in sciences, but yeah they have more specific fields that they love!

You're right about Deangelo, he absolutely LOVES chemistry. He's great at it.

Lonny loves astronomy very much, one of his favorite fields! He also really loves designing machines that are very aesthetic. He doesn't have so much fun building them, as the second he has to change his plans because something didn't work right he gets stressed. He loves blueprints and designs, though.

Daphy is the opposite of Lonny. He loves engineering. His specialty is weaponry, yes, but he really just. Wants to build big cool things.

Eventually in the fic the fusions will get their own down time. At the moment, the boys are still getting used to having six extra brothers that share bodies with them, and the fusions are still getting used to existing. (Hence Deangelo having difficulty with defusing.)