#but it still got better compared to when i was younger i still cooked some meals i saw my best friend during exam week

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for suggesting my girlfriend eats less?

(🫠 so i can find it later)

I know immediately it sounds insane but please I need advice. Also sorry it’s so long this is a sensitive topic and I want to treat it as such.

So my (24F) girlfriend (22F) has been trying to lose weight for about 9 months now. I let her offer up what info she wants but never ask because I don’t want to add pressure, and i’ve struggled with an ED and witnessed as my mom has struggled with her weight since I was born so I understand how hard it can be. But my girlfriend is as gorgeous as ever. And I know she’s been as active as possible so Idk why she’s so hard on herself.

My mom eats healthier than anyone I’ve ever known. When I was younger I watched her go through phases with taking on some weird diet that never really worked. She once told me she recognized her real problem is stopping when she’s “full” and not what she eats. She was insecure about that fact because she almost starved as a teenager. I tried to encourage her to accept her body if eating what she wants makes her happy. But she always says she isn’t happy when she’s not eating & only would be if she felt “sexy” again.

I’m starting to see a similar struggle in my love. She asked to go to the gym together, so I bought us a gym membership. We try to get there 3x a week for at least an hour each time. But she’s in her final semester before graduating so we stopped going as much about a month or two ago. She keeps talking about losing weight so her graduation dresses will fit better but I think they fit perfect. I zipped them myself. She never wears dresses or skirts, favoring baggy clothing and streetwear, so I think she’s just not used to the sensation of a form-fitting dress.

She joined a coed soccer team that would meet weekly for a month. I went to her games, she goes hard. She’s also started going for runs twice a week after work with a coworker. They did 3 miles one day! That’s still 3 days a week she’s been working out, plus the occasional day or two every other week we manage to get out to the gym.

She has taken to blaming me for us not going to the gym, not directly but will whine at me with a pointed tone, as if begging me to go to the gym after she told me we couldn’t go. I try to ignore it since I know she’s having a hard time and mostly venting. But if I agree and offer to drive us, she always has too much homework. Even if she’s been sitting on tiktok for an hour.

I do all the cooking for us. After she complained about not making progress I started serving us both smaller portions. Now she gets seconds after meals and will complain about being snackish or wanting a sweet treat less than 30 minutes after we’ve ate. If I stand firm on no treats (which is rare), she pouts. She refuses to get a treat without me, if I tell her she can go get one if she wants she won’t. If I give in, then later I feel guilty like I enabled her. And she’ll guilt trip me for it too. And then she’s unhappy about not losing any weight again and the cycle continues.

She’s got a broad build and a naturally curvy body. When she talks about being her ideal size/shape again, it’s always in photos of her at 14-17. I keep trying to instill in her that she can get muscular and fit but still might not look like that again because she was a child. She dismisses me every time and will compare her body to mine since we’re the same height, but I have different genetics and an overactive metabolism.

She’s active, healthy, muscular, and is maybe 30 lbs over the BMI for her height and age. I don’t believe in the BMI, just stating for reference reasons. Some of that “overweight” is definitely likely muscle since she said she gained weight after we first started going to the gym. She would not believe me when I said you gain muscle before you lose fat, even though she’s learned this in her major. In my eyes to have the kind of toning that she wants— and that athletes her shape have— she probably only needs to lose like 10-15 lbs. You can see the line of musculature on her thighs as she is. She eats way healthier than most college students because she’s a medical major and really cares about body health. I think a lot of her desire to lose weight comes from the athleticism of the PT’s she works with.

She continues to nitpick at her other behaviors (i.e. having a yasso icecream twice a week) that are far less “harmful” to her goals than overeating. But I fear it will cause a rift in our relationship if I try to suggest that to her.

I want to help her on her journey and the way she blames me makes me feel like I need to do more to help, but the only thing I can think to suggest is something I would never recommend on my own, let alone to my girlfriend who I think is beautiful as is. I don’t want her to think by me suggesting smaller portions that I have a problem with her perceived lack of progress. I only have a problem with being treated like it’s my fault she isn’t losing weight. When I tell her she looks amazing as she is she just tells me I’m biased because I love her.

I don’t feel it’s my place but Idk what else to do. So WIBTA if I told her that she should try to eat smaller portions rather than dieting since she’s already physically active and eats healthy?

[twice-inamillion]

Fall Festival 

Fluff

Chapter 236

Words: 1630

( The family gets together to celebrate after a busy schedule.) 

It's been a while since the members have had a break after back-to-back concerts these past few weeks. The members and you decide to put together a fall festival for the children and the rest of the family.

After much discussion, you all decided to host the festival on the plot of land where you chose to build the new house. The members put you in charge of setting up the furniture and equipment for the event, while the members divide the other work amongst themselves.

It’s the day of the event, and the members have spent the previous day decorating the area. Jeongyeon picked up some pumpkins while Nayeon, Momo, and Sana set up the eating and play areas. On the other hand, Jeongyeon, Jihyo, Mina, and Dahyun helped cook food for adults and children. While the older members were busy getting everything together, the youngest watched over the children as they slept.

“The babies look so cute sleeping next to each other.”

”They’re cute, but those two over there are a handful,” replies Chaeyoung as she talks about Jisoo and Ari.

”Don’t be mean, Chaeyoung '' as Tzuyu gently smacks Chaeyoung’s arm.

“It’s the truth. Jihyo has given me an earful because of those two.”

“It’s because you don’t know how to play with them. You need to get their attention.”

”That’s easy for you to say; they like you.”

Tzuyu giggles at the comment, “Haha, they do. I’m even of having a baby, too.”

”What? Are you serious?”

”Yeah, I enjoy watching over the babies, so having one shouldn’t be too hard.”

”It’s a lot of work. I don’t want to have one.”

”Don’t say that, Chaeyoung. A woman’s dream should be to have a baby.”

”That’s not my dream. I just want to relax and have some fun.”

”Whatever, I’ll tell Oppa to impregnate you after he’s done with me.”

Chaeyoung turns her head around, surprised by Tzuyu’s serious comment, “What? Are you serious?”

”Well… I mean, aren’t we all going to end up having Oppa’s baby?”

“I was never part of that talk. You can all do it if you want; just leave me out.”

You arrive with your parents-in-law and give them a tour of the property since it’s their first time visiting. They’re surprised by how big the property is and the construction progress.

“I’m happy that our Jihyo found such a reliable husband,” said Jihyo’s mom.

“Yup, even gave us baby Jisoo'' said Jihyo’s younger sister.

Jihyo’s father looks around and asks, “How long until the construction is completed?”

”Just a few months. We’re just waiting on inspection so we can move on to the next phase.”

You and her father continue discussing your plans for the next few months. Jihyo’s mother follows her daughters as they run to where the members are.

“Nayeon unnie! Can we help with the pumpkins?”

��Sure, come on and get a chair.”

Everyone invited is enjoys the meal the members made for today’s event. Theyre surprised by how much they improved when it came to cooking.

”Jihyo’s cooking is getting better but still can’t compare to Oppa’s cooking,” shouts Jiyoung as she teases her older sister.

“Then how come you finished the whole plate?”

”Blehh…” and sticks out her tongue.

”Blehh!”

”See, now you got Jisoo copying you” complains Jihyo.

”Haha, sorry.”

Jisoo slides off Jihyo’s lap, runs towards Ari, and shows her what she just picked up.

“Blehh!” sticking her small tongue out.

“Jisoo, don’t do that to Ari; she’s going to want to copy you,” says Jihyo.

Jisoo turns around, listening to her mother’s words, but, like a little sneaky girl, grabs Ari’s hand and runs around the table shouting, “Bleh, Bleh!”

Everyone laughs as they see Jisoo running around with Ari. Jihyo’s mom glares at Jiyoung for teaching her something inappropriately.

The festival continues as most babies jump on the inflatable jumper. At first, the babies were hesitant, but after watching Sana and Nayeon jump inside of it, the rest followed.

You record as Jisoo and Ari giggle every time they get tossed in the air by Nayeon’s jumping. Hina, on the other hand, holds onto Mina's pants, still adjusting to the new experience, but seems like she's enjoying it.

The members sit at the table, carving faces on their pumpkins as the babies play with the pumpkin's innards.

“Ari, don't eat it; it’s not cooked” says Mina.

Ari looks at Mina, turns her head to Jisoo, then back at Mina, and slowly puts the pumpkin’s innards in her mouth. She takes a quick taste and immediately spits it out, “bleh,”making some members laugh.

“Yummy?” asks Jisoo.

Ari turns her head from side to side and says, “Eww!”

Jisoo takes a piece of the pumpkin and puts it in her mouth, wanting to try it for herself. She freezes and tries to understand the new taste. “Yum!”

She turns around and smiles, raises her hand, and gets a bit more before offering it to Hina, who was sitting next to her. Hina turns her head towards Mina, then looks at Jisoo and smiles. She grabs a piece from Jisoo and is about to try it when Ari smacks it out of her hand and nods no.

“Eww, no!”

The members laugh, at the sight of Ari trying to protect her sister from the weird taste.

You and Jihyo try your best to be a good host, ensuring everyone, including the children, have a great time.

“Alright, everyone. Gather around; we are going to start the costume contest!”

Everyone gathers around and takes a seat. Jihyo goes to the front and announces the rules of the contest. “Alright, since this is a fall festival, we decided to have everyone who wanted to participate dress up in costumes. You can come up individually or in groups if you are matching! The best costumes wins!”

The contest starts with the grown-ups, Jihyo’s parents, who decide to match. They dress up as old farmers and even perform a short act.

The next group is comprised of the mothers of Nayeon and Chaeyoung, who dress up as people from the 70s in disco costumes. They play music and dance a little, making Nayeon and Chaeyoung embarrassed.

Now, it was the member’s turn. Nayeon introduce herself as the character Daesu, from the movie Old Boy the Chaeyoung showed her previously.

Jeongyeon was the second person to go up, and she introduces herself as Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland. She comes out enthusiastic, pumping up the crowd and even approaching the children. Ari laughs out loud, while Jisoo freaks out a bit from getting her hand grab. Hina, on the other hand, closes her eyes, avoiding Jeongyeon.

Up next was Momo, who dresss up as Boo from Monsters, Inc. She came out in a simple pink oversized sweater with a stuffed Sullivan and Mike Wazaowski.

Sana came out as Mera from Aquaman, after watching it with you earlier that year. The members cheer; she she tries to act sexy in front of everyone, only gets shy in the end because she realizes the member’s parents are there.

Jihyo’s costume surprises some but not you and Jisoo. You remember watching the movie together as a family during one of your outings, and you three loved it. She even brought out a guitar and played a little bit, speaking a bit of English and Spanish.

Ari and Hina clap as their mother, Mina, comes out in an angel outfit. She looks so elegant with the dress and wings on her back that most captivates her beauty.

Dahyun came out completely blue as the Genie from the movie Aladdin. The children laugh as Dahyun tries to be as funny as possible to make sure that the children don’t cry.

Chaeyoung, like always, brought her unique style and decided to dress up as Edward Scissorhands. Dressed in all black and with metallic attachments in her fingers, she tries to scare the children sitting next to their mothers. Jisoo tears up while Ari and Hina hold each other’s hands. Da-eun is the only one unaffected by Chaeyoung’s costume, to everyone’s surprise.

The final member is Tzuyu, who is dressed up as the evil character Maleficent. Dressed in all black and with horns on her head, she gives a serious expression, causing all the children, except Da-eun, to tremble in fear.

You are the next one to go up stage. You remember how difficult it was to choose a costume for the contest, but after much deliberation, you decided on Hatake Kakashi from Naruto. You wanted to dress up as a character from childhood, and Kakashi was an obvious choice.

The last group was the babies who dressed up as the children from the anime, Gakuen Bebīshittāzu or School Babysitters. Jisoo is dressed up as Kirin, the oldest toddler from the show, while Ari and Hina dressed up as the Twins, Takuma, and Kazuha. Da-eun, the youngest as Midori, the cutest infant.

Everyone is in awe by how cute they look in their costumes, which made them shy from the applause and pictures taken.

Jihyo then came towards the front and calls out each contestant’s name. Everyone votes for the best costume, resulting in the children winning by a landslide.

As the winners, they are called back and receive a gifts prepared by everyone. Their eyes shine and can’t contain their smile as they see the numerous gifts they’re receiving from everyone.

After much celebration the festival ends with a group picture of everyone in their costume and the babies at the center. You all pose for the picture, capturing a beautiful moment that you hope the children will remember.

[lyriumcoloredskies]

Smitten (18+)

Pairing: Sanji x Lunarian!Reader WC: 2.1k Summary: You spent your life as Big Mom’s daughter, bending and catering to her whims. When your mother decides it’s time to cement the alliance with Germa 66, will you finally find something you’ve been searching for? CW: 18+ mdni, older woman and younger man, reader is Lunarian (so described with dark skin and black wings), smutty content with fluff mixed in, cowgirl/woman topping, unprotected sex, piv, creampie, forced marriage, no beta. AN: Listening to Agora Hills by Doja Cat. I got really sick with the 'vid-19 :(. Anyways here's some Sanji smut. Was really torn between this or doing mermaid!reader.

When Mama mentioned the newest marriage arrangement, you had been skeptical. The history between the Big Mom pirates and the kingdom of Germa 66 had always been cordial at best, despite most alliances between pirates and evil kingdoms ending up dotted in betrayal and violence. For the most part, the agreement between Mama and Vinsmoke Judge had been positively tame compared to the blood soaked alliances your mother previously held and subsequently broken. Nevertheless, you offered yourself up as the sacrificial bride, not wanting to see your sweet sister Pudding be married off so young. Your 30 years in Totto Land as Mama’s precious daughter had taught you that Big Mom always got what she wanted.

***

In the haze of the room, Sanji can feel his grasp on his mind slipping, his eyes desperately claw themselves onto a spot in the ceiling, hoping to find some clarity to keep him from drowning.

Sanji can barely recount the events of the last week. Sanji truly thought that his decision on Zou had been the safest one. It was only when Sanji found himself face to face with the life he left behind that he realized how in over his head he was. Every shred of Sanji’s mind told him that he was doing everything in his power to save those dearest to him, that this sacrifice was necessary, but every bit of his heart was screaming for his captain to come save him, just like he had done for every one of their nakama. Plunged into the misery of his past life coming back to haunt him, Sanji found himself dreaming, like he did when he was younger. In his thoughts he was free to dream of the seas, of Nami and Chopper’s loud laughter, of Luffy’s happy face every time he cooked him something new, and of the All Blue. Sanji dreamt endless dreams he once thought died with his mother, rescued by the kindness of Reiju, Zeff, and his dearest friends. Going over his dreams and happy memories, he steeled his resolve. No daughter of the Big Mom pirates would ever have his heart, no matter how gorgeous the lady might be.

Never did he think he would find himself like this, playing a balancing act on the edge of a razor, a moment away from tipping into heaven or hell, with a beautiful angel cruelly observing as he struggled.

A particularly hard slam of your hips back down onto his has him throwing his head back, mind wiped blank and eyes rolling back due to the pleasure of his soft spongy dick tip hitting your cervix. You walls envelope his shaft in such a warmth, Sanji swears he’s burning in the fires of sin. He sinks deeper and deeper into the pit of pleasure you offer him with your delectable warmth. Nothing but whimpers and moans escape his lips as if he was a cheap whore, not a groom on his wedding night.

Everything is too much. Sweat coats his body and Sanji is aware of the soft 800 count Alabastan sheets sticking to his skin. The same sheets are fisted in his hands, gripping the bed for dear life. Sanji feels as if every nerve under his skin is alight, static running through his veins as you continue your devilish ministrations on him. The soft velvety walls of your heat wrapped around his dick better than his hand ever could. Your supple skin is like the rich icing of the wedding cake served at your ceremony, tasting equally as smooth and saccharine under his attentive tongue. Sanji can still taste your slick on his lips from earlier when you sat on his face. A euphoric taste that had Sanji thanking whatever gods and Zeff for keeping him alive so he could sop up every drop of your divine arousal, his face serving as your throne.

Sanji’s eyes, half-lidded in lust, focus on your figure and he is lost in the beauty of it all. Your cheeks are flushed and the golden light of the room only serves to add a beautiful bronze glow to your inky brown skin. His eyes trace a bead of sweat rolling down your damp skin, he finds himself desperately wishing he could be the one to caress the curvature of your breasts so intimately. It only adds to the sinful sight of your breasts, bouncing up and down as you ride him at a mind numbing pace. The black wings on your back with feathers gleaming like a million obsidian gems, adds the finishing touch. You are an angel of lust, Sanji concludes in his mind, sent to break him in the sweetest and most painful way.

Oh, what misery, but oh what joy.

Sanji lets out another strangled moan as he lifts his head to get a better view of the obscenest sight.  His thick shaft parting your glistening folds, pistoning in and out of your sweet tight hole. He can spy the creamy ring gathered around the base of his shaft, your collective juices smeared all over his skin and pubic hair, the prominent vein on the front of his shaft glinting in the light of the room, only to be swallowed up by your greedy hole moving up and down on his cock with practiced precision.

You let out a small breathless laugh as you spy your new husband’s eyes roaming, lustful and dazed. Leaning over, but never breaking your pace, you capture his mouth in a sloppy kiss. His soft swollen lips close messily around yours, and you can feel his neediness. His tongue engages yours in a desperate dance, gliding around and begging yours for intimate contact. You allow your hands to roam over his well-built body, fingertips drawing imaginary lines over the well corded muscles of his pecs and torso, dipping into the valleys and mountains of his perfect abs. When you break the kiss, you hear Sanji let out a small whimper, the sound sending sparks of want and need right to the heat nestled in your belly. Your eyes catch Sanji’s and you’re enraptured by the sight. His hair is messy and strewn on the pillow, surrounding his head like a golden halo. His pupils are so blown out you can barely make out the blue ring around them. You take in the sight of his creamy skin stained pink, all due to your efforts. You can practically feel your ego humming in pleasure at seeing such a powerful pirate under you, writhing and mewling like a needy kitten.

“Feels so good doesn’t it - husband?” you say, a teasing lilt in your voice as you emphasize the last word. The man looks like he wants to reply but you don’t let him, eager to continue his pleasure driven torment, you give his cock a squeeze with your core. Sanji lets out a choked moan which breaks into soft gasps when you start grinding on his dick while it’s fully sheathed inside of you. You throw your head back and moan, leaning back to angle his hard length to your g-spot.

You continue your grinding at a teasing pace, the tortured whimpers leaving Sanji’s mouth only serve to fuel your masochistic streak. Sanji is hypnotized as he sees your hips moving in sensual circles, the pace agonizing, pleasurable enough to stoke the fire deep in his belly but not enough to send him over the edge. He whimpers and begs, wanting to feel the unrelenting pace again, to feel your sweet hole milk and squeeze around his cock, like he was your little fuck toy.

“P-please” Sanji begs, screwing his eyes shut. His body squirms under you, hips desperately trying to press up to fuck into your warmth. “m-more” he whines.

Sanji opens his eyes, tears dotting the corners as he looks at you pathetically. The look on your face is dangerous and Sanji knows it. The teasing smile, flushed cheeks, and those eyes. The intensity of your stare has his heart fluttering. You stop your grinding, causing Sanji to groan in protest. His complaining stops when he sees you lean forward. You’re close enough Sanji can feel your labored breath on his skin.

In that moment he’s brought back to earlier today, the sight reminiscent of when you leaned in for your first kiss at the altar. Time had stopped then like it did now. The thought brings fire to Sanji’s cheeks and suddenly he feels too exposed, like you’ve somehow flayed his heart open, and he finds himself defenseless to you.

You press a soft kiss to his forehead, then one to his temple, and trailing butterfly kisses down his cheek.

“My sweet boy” you whisper softly, words only meant for him, his ears and heart greedily soak up the sound.

That’s when Sanji knows he’s utterly lost - drowned in your magic spell. He knows he will always be desperate to feel this love again, all-encompassing and vulnerable – one that can break him into shards too sharp to ever put back together.

Your kisses find their way down his strong jawline and then to his neck where you bury your head in the crook. He can smell the amber incense and vanilla of your perfume wafting around him along with the thick heady scent of sex in the room. It only serves to add to the dense cloying haze in his mind. Sanji’s sensitive skin can feel the soft mounds of your breast resting on his chest, the hard peaks of your nipples poking into him.

A loud moan leaves both your mouths as you begin moving up and down on Sanji’s ample length again. Sanji can hear your breath stutter, caught in your throat as a particular thrust grazes over your sensitive spot. Sanji wraps his arms around your waist, as if to anchor himself, in the fog of lust and emotions which he finds himself overcome with. Sanji moves in sync with your hips, thrusting upward, desperate to find your climax together. Sanji gives himself entirely to you, chasing his high as your chants of his name spur him on. Your moans grow louder, turning into needy mewling as Sanji begins to focus on hitting your spongy g-spot. Every thrust winding the coil in your loins taut.

Pinned down to Sanji’s chest by his strong arms, you’re powerless as he tightens his hold on you to take on a brutal pace thrusting upwards, hammering your cervix. Each thrust drives the air out of your lungs as you whine out in pleasure. Your eyes roll back and you squirm in his arms

“L-love it s’much S-Sanji” you babble out, words slurring together. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you try to find some purchase to steady yourself from the unrelenting pace of your husband’s thick cock. The sound of your nonsensical babbling and squelching of your pussy, is all too much for Sanji as he quickly finds himself nearing the edge of his orgasm.

“Yes – ah, f-fuck, my angel I’m s-so close” you hear Sanji say, his voice strained by effort and lust.

“M-mcummin’ Sanji” you cry out as the coil in your body tightened until it finally snapped, flooding you in depraved pleasure as you whine out Sanji’s name, burying your face deeper into his neck as your mind buzzes.

Your climax brings Sanji to his as your pussy milks his cock until he’s seeing stars. Sanji nearly blacks out as he thrusts one last time, hips lifting your body up as he tries to bury himself into the deepest part of your pussy before flooding you with ropes of his hot cum.

The two of you collapse into a mess of labored breathing and sweaty skin. As the intensity of your orgasms fades, your pounding heart and rushing blood slowly coming back to a regular rate. The both of you lay still, allowing several beats pass as you soak in the moment. Finally, you push yourself up, your chest peeling from Sanji’s, and you look up to see your new husband’s flushed face. His ocean eyes offer up everything to you and for the first time, you think you can truly see him. You offer Sanji a sweet smile, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek. His face flushes a beautiful rosy pink. You take in the sight for a few seconds before leaning in to close the gap between you and Sanji, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

Mama may get everything she wants, but this time you think you’ve gotten something you’ve wanted for a while.

Someone you could fall in love with.

[rosypenguins]

🧡🍂Luke Headcanons🍂🧡

Because him and Zander are my favorite Music Club members (besides Jake) and I feel Luke is incredibly underrated. I get he doesn’t have much to his character compared to the others, but I personally find his character really sweet and comforting. I just wish we had a little more, so I wrote these.

🧡Luke has either already taken a culinary class, or is currently taking one.

🧡Similar to Sean, Luke can also do the cooking and the cleaning.

🧡Prefers baking over cooking. Knows everyone’s favorite desserts and does his best to make them often.

🧡Tends to make hot chocolate for the Music Club during winter.

🧡Always has a stash of Reeses candies.

🧡Luke is probably known for having a terrible spice tolerance.

🧡Has younger siblings. (Specifically, younger sisters. This is less of a headcanon and more of a prediction. He just gives off older brother energy.)

🧡Tends to personify inanimate objects. (Like his drums.)

🧡The best at remembering birthdays.

🧡Known for having stupidly good luck.

🧡Loves watching romance movies. (And will watch them with Jake and cry.)

🧡Sean has taught Luke some cool broom tricks.

🧡A bit of a pushover. Always trying to make those around him happy, even at his own expense. (Zander is working with him on telling people ‘no’.)

🧡Will send Zander the cheesiest ‘Good Morning’ messages.

🧡Uses the pleading eyes emoji way too often when texting.

🧡Always getting Zander little gifts. (From little trinkets to giant plushies he won in claw machines.)

🧡Will give Zander little love-bites randomly when they’re in private. (Zander was flustered the first few times it happened, but got pretty used to it.)

🧡Gets the dumbest grin on his face whenever Zander’s in a room.

🧡Has been begging Zander to write a duet with him.

🧡Golden Retriever Boyfriend.

🧡Tries to avoid venting to Zander in case it pushes him away. (This is not the case. Zander actively tells Luke to talk to him if he’s stressed. Luke tells himself it’s okay to vent to Zander. Luke’s intrusive thoughts tell him otherwise.)

🧡Can get overwhelmed a little easily due to academic or social pressure.

🧡Has high grades, but still wonders if he could do better. (He often holds himself to very high standards.)

🧡Cuddles with Zander is enough to ease like 60% of his worries.

[deatheatet]

Paz lived but was sent back to earth au

Jake sent Paz back and kept spider with the intent of sending spider back when he was old enough. Ardmore wanted any marines,or pilots,which both were unlikely, who survived the first fight brought back to Pandora and Paz was brought back. The story starts when Ardmore is meeting the ones from the first war.

Paz waited annoyed,she was here to find her Nino,not meet some CEO assholes,and bitch's, She wouldn't listen to them anymore than she had Miles.... Miles,the man she loved... Still did even after 15 years of him being gone.. she still held on,she didn't even know why. She tried to date again after 5 years,but she always ended up comparing it to what she and Miles had had... She missed him so badly it hurt. Age and life had worn down the energetic, always ready to party smartass Latina everyone on Pandora had come to know... honestly? she got compared to Quaritch a lot,by the humans who'd been in charge when he was a new marine. Older,worn down and war hardened. She was still a smartass but not as jokingly childish as she had been before. But after taking two Na'vi arrows to the chest,and her ship getting shot down? No one knew,not even the doctors,How she had survived. Hell she herself didn't even know. Ardmore came walking up with her arms by her side,That was a surprise,she'd expected suits,not a military leader but years of experience and such her reaction was as instant as the others who'd come back with her. They all shot up ramrod straight with their hands up in salute. Except Paz,she just stood straighter. Ardmore looked at them all one by one but Paz caught her attention,she was younger than most,late thirties at least.

"Im General Ardmore. I was the one who offered your second tour on Pandora. Your all here because your experienced and can train humans and tell them what you know better than they do " The General introduced herself

"General Ardmore" an older guy said "Only one of us here has on hands on war with the Na'vi experience."

"Who would that be then?" Ardmore said looking at all the guys

"Lieutenant Passella Marie Socorro. First class Scorpion gunship pilot. Took two Na'vi arrows to her chest and had her ship shot down and survived" The older guy introduced Paz to the General.

"You can call me Paz. I hate being called Passella" She said arms crossed.

"Come on,Boss" Groaned Fike "We've all been stressed for months. a party's just what we all need " Quaritch rolled his eyes l,he'd been listening to their reasons to come for hours now. some science puke was throwing a party for humans, Avatars and, apparently,Recoms alike. He didn't see the point in it. He left Fike to complain by going to his room and laying down,he just stares at the top drawer of a small dresser by the bed.... His memories made the smallest things hurt. Like cooking or watching TV. His human selfs memories made it hurt like hell. Like his heart was cracked... or just not fully there... it wouldn't ever be again either. First thing he did after getting used to this body for an hour or two,was go and ask about her and the kid. He was told that Lieutenant Passella Marie Socorro was Killed in Action. And that no one had any idea what became of their son... the little baby boy that would cling to his hand or dog tags when he had to leave,the little baby boy who cried if someone other than him or his Mama held him for longer than a 30 seconds. He missed that,he missed them so badly but... Jake Sully would die,he caused the war that made him lose the only things he ever had to fight for. He didn't care about Sully's wife,she could live or die,but Jake Sully would pay for it.

"Fine,we can go" He announced to the squad who all cheered loudly.

Paz was leaning against the bar with her eyes closed,this was a little annoying. She used to love parties,but she couldn't love them anymore,not without Miles making it fun with her. She sighed and drained her bottle of whiskey,she still had a waaaaaaaaays to go before she was as fucked up as she wished she was.

"Hey girl where's the party loving Latina I remember" a doctor,Molly,she'd made friends with in the hospital asked smiling

Paz gave her a look.

"Okay,okay yeah I know. Your only her for your son. Did you hear anything about him....?" Molly asked

Paz stares at the ground. she's asked and asked. no one knew what had came to be of her precious little mini Miles. Many thought he was dead,not that they said this to her,out of fear of the woman

"No. I asked. He's supposedly still alive and with the traitor science pukes but..."Paz stopped and finished in a whisper "Sometimes I wonder what'll happen if my baby isn't alive anymore and I'm just up here waiting for him,.... when he'll never come" She shook her head and turned to leave when Molly went to dance

"Hurry up or we're gonna miss it, Colonel" Lyle called out in front of him running to were this... Party was at. nothing but a bunch of dumb kids making fools of themselves. If anything,it was gonna be a first class shit show the next day for'em. Getting up and goin bout with a hangover from hell wouldn't no fun, personal experience speaking. Sides,he was only goin for his squad and to make sure Mansk didn't have ta play babysitter for 10 drunk recoms,toddlers in adult bodies when they weren't on the battle field anyhow. He lost the squad walking as slow as possible,so used to it,e ignored what his tail was doing till someone grabbed and and smacked it. He turned on the human stupid enough or drunk enough to do it and started to growl "The fuck do yo-"

Paz got smacked by some new giant ass avatar,recom whatever the fuck they were's tail. She grabbed their tail and smacked it away turning as Snarling "Watch where your fuckin go-"

Both froze... a moment passed... then two...then three and more...

Quaritch stared. His voice caught in his throat,this.... it wasn't... couldn't. He kneeled down on one knee and reaching out to touch her face... making sure he wasn't dreaming.. and she was really here. "Paz... "

She stared as the minutes passed... she was dreaming right? She had to be dreaming but when he kneeled and touched her face,her hand shoot up and held the back of his hand... she was touching him.. It was real... She reached up with her free hand and touched his cheek tracing her fingers where his scar used to be. He froze and caught her arm by the elbow, gently and looked at her arm with a strange look,his ears twitching like he heard something. She didn't know what it was about before she realized,he was hearing her arm

"It's cybernetic" Paz said lightly "My scorpion crashed after I got shot down.. I got a cybernetic arm to replace the one I lost in the crash"

"It's cybernetic" was all he heard before his mind blanked out until "Shot Down" hit his ears he looked at her,she was wearing a tank top and shorts.. he didn't see any puncture scars from arrows on her... until she subconsciously moved the fabric of her shirt over her chest out of the way... To puncture scars were there... branding her body... Never had he wanted to tear Sully's throat out so badly than at this moment. That bastard caused the war... caused THIS to happen to Paz... Sully would die if it was the last thing he did

"They forgot your scar" Paz found herself saying before she thought about it. It snapped him out of the little state he was in and he looked at her,the smirk she loved so appeared on his face "Can't forget something ya have ta earn,Sugar" He felt his lips quirk. "Miles" She whispered

"Paz" Quaritch whispered and before he could stop himself,he leans down and forward kissing her. Paz kisses back without a second thought,.. oh how she'd missed this . Quaritch wrapped his large arms around her,God his memories didn't do the real thing justice. They kissed for what felt like hours.. They pulled back Paz's eyes were wet with tears,of happiness and love.

"Id say we could go back to my barrack... but.. I don't think you'd fit" She said playfully

"You don't need ta beat round,Mama. Let's go" Quaritch smiles, standing up and Paz follows him to his bedroom,it was just as bleak as it was when he was Human. He sat on the bed a smirked a little watching Paz struggle to get up there. Paz glares at him but gets up there none the less. Quaritch wraps his arms around her and lays back,Paz smiles and snuggles closer to him. "I've missed you so much,Mi Amor" Pa whispered

"Fifteen years is a long time ain't it" He whispered back not loosening his hold on her much smaller body.

He rolled over and let Paz lay her head on his arm and trace the glowing freckles on his face. Eventually,her eyes started to close and she pulled herself directly against his chest and he held her. Quaritch pulled the comforter up and over them whispering the words "I'll never let anything hurt you this badly ever again Paz. I'll die before I lose you again"

Wow this was long. I'm sorry it's taken so long and how long it is. It's been in my head since my "IF PAZ LIVED AU" post. I have other stuff in my drafts but this was what I chose since so many people voted Paz and Quaritch in the poll

[whispers-of-masser]

Dragon's Tongue

✧ Nebarra x human!LDB, ft. Xelzaz & Khash ✧ Fluff, minor angst; 1300+ words ♫ "You And I (Stripped)" - PVRIS ✒ Something short n sweet today, I'm feeling soft

Nebarra was loath to admit it to himself, and he'd die before ever saying it aloud, but the Rift really was beautiful. Nothing compared to Alinor, to be sure, but... all the gold reminded him of home. And when he passed by a small, isolated farm, he could almost see himself on its porch, see his brother leaning against the door.

The illusions were younger, happier versions of themselves. So much more innocent, faces bright with naivety, eyes shining with plans for the future.

And then he'd gone to war.

He'd lost... so much of himself, in the deserts of Hammerfell. They had scorched and burned him inside and out, slowly bleeding him dry with every comrade he saw fall. And all that, for what? For all the Altmer's supposed superiority, the campaign had failed on all fronts – Hammerfell's walls and people defied them, and Cyrodiil remained in power, weakened but still unbroken.

How could the Thalmor still strut about, arrogant to Aetherius and back, when they had failed so miserably? How could they look at the faces of the families whose children and lovers they'd sent to die and only tell them they'd "served their purpose"?

Nebarra couldn't.

He couldn't face them at all. Not even through pen and paper, leagues away from ever having to look them in the eyes, ever having to see the pain and loss in their gaze.

Where the Thalmor were heartless, he was a coward.

And he didn't know which was worse.

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Night fell, and you called the group to halt, to make camp until dawn. Nebarra set up the tent as you argued with Xelzaz, trying to convince him that no, he shouldn't summon a flame atronach and then kill it for its fire salts, no matter how good it would make dinner taste. Khash merely looked on, muching on some clover she'd picked up somewhere.

At last though, you got Xelzaz to relent, though he asked you to gather some herbs in exchange, listing off the plants he wanted you to find.

"Ah... and take Nebarra with you."

The elf froze. Turned slowly towards the lizard. Demanded, "What? Why?"

"Two eyes are better than one," he shrugged, "and that much safer, as well. We don't know what's out there, and I'm pretty sure we passed a necromantic altar on our way here."

At that, you groaned, head rolling back like a teenager who'd just been told to do their chores. "Gods, not another one. Why do we always seem to run into those?"

"Luck of the Dragonborn? Anyway, off with you now – I have to get set up. Let's see, in whose pack did I leave my cooking pot...? Khash! Come help me with this!"

And just like that he walked off, leaving you and Nebarra alone by the campfire. A chuckle escaped you, and he glanced over to see you shaking your head. "I'm surprised he didn't tell us to hold hands, too, so we don't lose each other in the dark."

"Yeah, I'm not holding your hand," Nebarra snarked. And it was true. Absolutely true. Totally, one-hundred percent true.

"Oh wow, Nebs, that one almost hurt." Your soft laugh seemed to echo in his ears, his mind. "Come on, let's go – I don't suppose you heard any of the plants he wants?"

Blue and yellow mountain flowers, to restore and fortify. Purple for rejuvenation, and to give to Khash. Scaly pholiota for fiber and strengthening. Wild gourds and dragon's togue for flavour.

He snorted from behind his helm. "That would require paying attention to him."

"Should have known," you sighed. "Alright, listen up before I forget: blue, yellow, and purple mountain flowers, scaly pholiota, and dragon's tongue. And be careful with the purple mountain flowers, they're gifts for Khash. Oh, he also wants some wild gourds. Got it?"

"...Yeah, yeah. Let's just get going."

He definitely hadn't feigned ignorance just to hear your voice some more. Definitely not.

~~~

"Ah, back at last! Perfect," Xelzaz said, stirring something in a pot over the fire. "Now I can get the real meal started."

"Then what's this?" Nebarra demanded as Xelzaz handed him a bowl, in exchange for the plants the Altmer carried. Even through his gauntlets he could feel its warmth, and a rich, savory scent drifted up through the slits of his helmet.

"Something amazing, from the smell," you sighed, and Nebarra didn't have to look to know you were drooling.

"Just a little sometime to hold you over," the Argonian demurred, handing you a bowl as well. "Thought I'd experiment with some of the flora I've gathered thus far."

That gave Nebarra pause. "Wait – experiment? That's settled, I'm not eating this."

"If you don't want it–"

Your words were drowned out by Khash's eager shout of, "I'll eat it! I'll take your bowl!" She rushed over to him, red eyes trained on the food.

"Khash, you had your share," Xelzaz chided. "Any more and you won't have room for the rest of dinner."

"Yes, I will! I have room for anything you make."

"She's got a point," you laughed, and Nebarra slowly, wordlessly handed her the bowl.

"I'll go keep watch," he grumbled, turning away.

"Oh, don't be like that! Nebarra!" When he didn't respond, you sighed, calling after him, "Alright, go sulk! I'll make sure Xelzaz doesn't poison your share, though you kind of deserve it!"

His back still towards you, Nebarra raised his hand in a rude gesture, and your laughter rang through the night.

Some thirty minutes later, he heard footsteps approaching; he didn't need to turn to know it was you. Your tread was distinct from the others, weighted with determination and confidence, whereas Xelzaz's was soft and steady, and Khash's light and hesitant.

"Here. Eat." Despite the short words, your tone was gentle, and Nebarra looked over to see you holding a plate out towards him, laden with a slab of meat and wild berries to the side. "It's delicious, and unpoisoned."

"How would you know?" he sniffed, catching a whiff of the food in the process. It... did smell amazing. "Did you try it?"

"I did, actually. Stole some of your steak when Xelzaz wasn't looking. And since I'm still standing here pestering you, I guess that means it's clean."

Nebarra paused, eyes training on your face. Half of it was wreathed in shadow, only the gleam of your eyes visible; the other half was illuminated by the campfire, revealing the soft smile you wore.

You... had a nice smile.

And before he could stop himself, he mumbled, "You're not... pestering me."

Surprise flickered in your gaze – surprise, and something else. Something he told himself he didn't recognise, refused to recognise.

After a moment, you said softly, "That's... good to hear, then. Because I have something else for you, too." Reaching down with your free hand, you pulled something from your belt and held it out before him. "I saved one, 'cause it reminded me of you."

Nebarra stared. There, held gently between your fingers, was a dragon's tongue flower, petals open wide and colours vibrant in full bloom. "This... reminded you of me?"

"It's gold. Just like you."

"...You really do have trouble with your eyesight, don't you? These are orange."

"Eh, close enough." You shrugged, the smile never leaving your face.

Slowly, Nebarra reached out and, ignoring the plate of food, took the flower carefully, delicately from your grasp, cradling it in his palm. "...Am I supposed to say thank you?"

"You just did." As he raised a brow from the shadows of his helm, you set the plate on a nearby rock and tapped the gauntlet that held the flower. "You accepted it."

He couldn't deny it. "Think you got me all figured out then, huh?"

Something in your smile shifted, your gaze flickering. "No. Not yet, anyways. But... I think I'd like to." And with that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving him alone in the dark, stunned.

And that night, as he sat in the shadows of the campfire, he stared at the flower for a long, long time.

[lamentingocean]

YERI. YOU MAY HAVE GAVE US ALL WHEELCHAIRS ON YOUR PINNED POST. BUT I WILL DO BETTER THAN THAT.

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☆Jaha x reader☆ Nsfw◇

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The master of the low down is angry, confused, and has the need to mutilate and crush any head that dare stands in the way of the low down. jaha's long black hair signifies his power. Since hair can give you the results in terms of power. but it isn't like him at all to approach a woman so kindly and without a bath of insults and offensive words whatsoever. it then got the point of a relationship. of when jaha approaches kindly and sweetly to the first women he had since he became the mad demon. and a younger version of himself.

you were the same age as him. in your 20s. but you were a strong fighter as well. at first, people thought of jaha's first girlfriend as equivalently crazy as him. but that isn't it.

It was like a trivial relationship scale to him. to have no women or to have a good girlfriend that figures out how to comfort him. but to answer how about the strong fighter title of yours.

jaha trained you. Just in case if he's somewhere battling and you weren't protected. you were in a zen suite. it isn't in jaha Inn. but you bought your own home. perfect for jaha to come over and speak about the low down. or to feel you and be intimate when he wants to.

he came in unexpectedly and in such a silent presence.

"Oh jaha. Didn't expect you to come back so soon."

"Just had to take care of some errands. had a lot to do today, and seongtae was pissing me off. Showing off his strength like I didn't issue Sachong to train him."

the lavender scented bath slouched at your movement.

"Oh, come in. Don't complain about seongtae every second of his living soul. want me to give you a massage or help with your usual grumpyness?"

his red rope was used as his hair tie fell off, exposing his silky hair.

"No, you don't need to. but I am hungry."

"Tell you what..go shower once I'm done with my daily self care routine, and I will make you some miso soup. I know it's not a part of our culture, but it's heart-warming. also being a comfy meal."

you watched his gaze stare at your beauty from the tip of his shoulder. his palms, then went to the tip of your chin to see a closer look at how beautiful you are. reminiscing on how he achieved this since none of his actions revolved around a reward.

light red lipstick on the skin of your pretty lips. jaha kept staring. It was kinda infinite. a infinite reminisce to the face of your direct beauty, making the mad demon stumped and held still.

"Jaha, are you o-ok."

he blinked back to his original selve. It was kinda like his subconscious was lost. It's weird since that never happened before with him. his red eyes dimmed.

"anything wrong?"

You answer in a rain of thoughts with a voice full of a soft worriedness.

He then spoke up to take down and eliminate the worried silence like a boss down to 1hp.

"No need to cook for me..I have..something else in mind."

then his gaze turned sharp and dangerous. like he had been pushed over by masters under-leveled compared to him, like he's about to devour his foes in under a single second of the clock. but the gaze had hints of wanting you and the urge to have sex with you for the first time. very different coming from him. But it's nice to know he's the type to be dominant and degrading during the time of intimacy. His palm had a sudden surge of strength. but it's not surprising.

he lifted you up from the lavender scented bath. Your body smelt sweet. his own pure strength had you all the way up onto him.

"Jaha..what are you -"

he bended you on the candle desk. it had a strawberry pound cake and a lilac scent. He then placed his abs to your skim back. whispering in your sensitive ear.

saying words to your pleasing and to your amusement. You tried to contain yourself on what he's saying. but your mind wasn't full of thoughts like:

"Why is he doing this?"

"Did he accidentally drink something with a aphrodisiac?"

"Did something happen?"

but your actual thoughts you try so hard to push away are:

"Holy shit this is hot."

"I bet he's holding himself back from me."

"My insides are screaming for him right now. My gosh."

his fat hands started to slide up and down into the wet crevasses of your pussy. his words done it for you. a jolt of arousal sparked your system.

he sighed in slight sound.

even the presence of his fingers had you down on the floor begging like a dog to be fucked. But he went even further. he then put his two fingers down inside you.

You whined in pain since he had such long fingers, but it felt so fucking good. jaha looked in slight surprise. but what he's doing is exposed to a side of you he had never seen before.

He switched the difficulty from soft and tried and got her to adjust to fucking her senseless. since he's crazy after all. you knew damn well he is.

he reached your womb right outside and in. your words stuttered in moans and whines.

"M-master j-jaha p-please"

"No more begging. just give into your master. Don't say one more word."

your climax got closer and closer. his fingers were being coated with wetness. and even your love juices were spilling on the floor. you never expect this side of jaha either. he had always been the tough but randomly hilarious man that isn't right in the head. never shown any sides to this side of him whatsoever. even the time you sat on his lap and slept on him. and when he felt your body so smoothly with his strong hands.

"M-master s-slower p-please. I c-cant-"

"Shhhhh.."

your moans were rapid but static. it went to some of the floor and all over his big fingers. he scoffed.

Feeling impressed by how wet you are. that's a true man right there.

"Never expected this. But this is only the beginning."

he embedded his cock tip into the outer walls of your pussy. you put your head down, wanting to take it all in feel and sensation.

And then.

It's inside.

he thrusted harder, wasn't going easy, or wasn't considering going easy on you. your boobs bounced in unison to his thrusting.

wails of pain mixed with such a love for a fat cock plunging your insides. it made your legs twitch to the point of when it couldn't bring itself strength to stand up anymore. he sighed once again.

"Don't be sensitive to my cock. you earned the title of being my slut."

your gasp of that title made you say something in the midst of the sound of your moans in the suite. your unspoken words interrupted by the sound of his cock slamming you down so brutally as a term for fucking. your eyes widened to the pain.

but it went sooner later than to losing it to his cock. but then. He started to react to fucking you.

"M-master jaha m-mhmhmg"

You kept moaning his name. Over and over like a brainwashed sex slave. the tears slide down the ruined makeup of your face. Your insides felt his pulsating cock.

it was no single warning whatsoever.

he spread his white load inside your tightening pussy. it went down to your legs and inner thighs. He pulled out.

Have yourself fall down with no body movement in the first place. it's so embarrassing to you to be seen like this to your lover.

"we aren't over."

[shit-taster-connoisseur]

BOO!

Haha, Did I Scare Ya?

Anyways I Noticed That You’re Looking For Some Silly Questions, So Your Wish Is Granted Mate!

A Simple One Of Course, What Are Your Thoughts/Opinions About One Of The Villains Such as The Interesting Twins?

JXJDB sure did

These guys, are by far my favorite villians, also im sucker for sibling dynamics

Wished they were taken more seriously, but won't deny some of their episode were my favorites by far (especially OP T.R.I.P). Less because of the gags they thrown them in, but rather we do finally see glimpses of their own personalities cause up until then there rlly wasnt much on them besides them failing and falling out a whole damn window all the time xxbdj honestly, that calls into question how resistant these guys are holy shit

The sister(if anyone got any name suggestions for them plz tell so I can steal them too/j), is fed UP, and I love her for it, cause with the amount of shit she's face i'd go fucking insane too. I vote we should give her gun, all her problems would be solved/j but actually, i enjoy that she's a little shit, impulsive, arrogant, etc, but i think it kinda stems from a fear of failure because how else would they've been known as father's bestest spies? Sector V had knocked down a pedestal, and that fucks with her head, but then their failures began to pile up and now she's becoming increasingly desperate to prove that she's still somehow #1– in turn she because implusive, impatient, etc. Sbe 100% cares for her brother, so at the same time she feels like she's dragging him down, it all piles on. Maybe a vaca would do her some good.

The brother, I absolutely adore him – tbh I adore both of them equally. He seems more like the younger of the two in terms of personality, we seem always following his sister's lead despite how irrational it could be. His loyalty and compassion to her is something that kinda pushes him to being my fav twin spot, cuz well im a sucker for good brother characters. And despite his more "softer" attuide compared to his sister's, they're both evil and flawed equally on the same level ‐ mo manipulation or pressure(well kind), nah-da. As the brother is just as implusive, selfish, and arrogant, but he hasn't let their failure get to his head just yet – in turn, he has more clearer head than his sister, so he ends becoming a voice of reason than a leader.

(Readmore cuz this is long jdbdb)

It's pretty popular theory that they're delightful, which is something I think about a LOT when it comes to their characters. And a bit more headcanon here: their non-delightful selves are still conscious, as to me(inspired heavily by my SS au with a friend), being delightful serves as just a filter for kids. Kinda like you feel the urge to chuck a plate, but because you're delightful, it's like a parasite keeping your hands folded in your lap, controlling your behaviors and words.

And they both don't like that their delightful-selves are fighting against old comrades because they were probably ex-KND operatives. perhaps got caught during a mission in Father's mansion, and faded to obscurity in KND history. Either that, or maybe they were father's first delightful experiments? Before the DCFDTL? Maybe that's why they aren't as insync as the DCFDTL, cuz you'd think them being related by blood would strength that bond.

Honestly, i just want an AU where they're happy:))

More headcanons:

Lesbian/Gay solidarity and hostility

They are the entire Evelyn Evelyn album(or not idk, havent listen to it in awhile)

If they ever do end up being undelightfulized, they'd have vastly different asthetics out of spite. Not sure which ones yet

They'd marathon Saturday morning cartoons to get the full childhood experience!!

They consider the DCFDTL sort like cousins, a familial connection is there at least

They're presumed missing, so they live alone in a house bought by Father. They're able to split the chores usually, but the Brother is the better cook between them, so the sister just does the dishes.

Alternatively they also live in Father's mansion, but because they keep falling out of windows at comical heights, they're in bed rest planning their next schemes, therefore more out the way

If they got turned into animals, they'd probably be panthers or owls idk

(Lord save me it's nearly 1am on a school might xmsb)

[jordanraye47]

Headcanons about my favourite characters (yk who my fav is but whatever stfu /respectfully) [some ANSGT for y’all depressed people] ITS SO MUCH IZZY OMFG

Izzy is Scarlett’s younger sister. Idc if the order of seasons don’t let it make sense. Scarlett has older sister energy so I decide that they are sisters.

Noah has dyslexia. He loves to read and won’t let dyslexia stop him‼️Like his sisters see him with the same book for 3 months bc it takes AGES to read one

did I forget to mention that? He’s the youngest of ALOT of sisters (inspo from @deadmxnsparty on TT from the fic Stakes)

I have SO MUCH on izzy I need one list js for her so I’ll try and put a few on this one.

Her hair gets really really messy and often covers her face. So she ends up having to manually hold up her bangs if she has to look someone in the eyes or smth cause her hair covers up her eyes.

She canonically has psychosis, and being a pretty expressive and hyper person, it’s easy to get overwhelmed with emotions. So regardless of how many psychotic attacks or breakdowns she has, she never gets a full grip on how to handle them. So it ends with her running away from whatever situation she’s in so nobody sees her, and so she doesn’t hurt anyone.

NOAH AND IZZY ARE BEST FRIENDS BC I SAID SO

Just like Duncan, I think Izzy has some family that’s in the police or involved in it. So she’s definitely familiar with law and punishments. But she’s also really good at getting away with it.

Imagne if like Scott Izzy and Scarlett were siblings 😔 izzy would be a farmer lmao

I CANNOT FIND OUT IF SHE IS SCOTTISH OR IRISH ISTG

she wears crocs, attack me

She is not allowed in the kitchen alone. During cooking challenges on TD, she’s either js put to the fucking sidelines or someone it put on duty just to make sure she doesn’t fuck up.

got recruited by the FBI and/or army. She’s smart and strong like ??????

omfg I’m so bloated rn fuck my uterus

COURTZZY HCS (my pookies)

its js criminal x lawyer so she KNOWS the law, she just dgaf

regardless, she tries to help Courtney w work whenever she needs it. She probably has no idea what she’s doing but she tries helping at least, and she’s js happy when Courtney is. So like if Courtney passes an important test or smth, she js goes along w the excitement, even though she has no idea what’s happening.

and speaking of school n shit; Izzy dosent prioritise school, nor focus much on it. Especially compared to Courtney. But shes smart, enough to understand that Courtney is passionate about it. And as much as she likes bothering Courtney and hanging with her, Izzy’s quiet when she thinks Courtney needs silence to study, or just alone time in general.

IOTSSSS😈😈 (the angst is going hard rn. REREADING THIS IT SOUNDS SO DEEP AND LOWJRY POETIC IM PROUD) I wanna make this into a fic😔

Man the survivors guilt is CRAZY‼️🙏

Like she has Eva but the feeling that she had the opportunity to change the outcome still lingers. Like why didn’t she argue with Duncan enough to not let Noah stay

It’s not that she thought Noah wasn’t able to protect himself, but he didn’t. He didn’t exactly know how to fight, and he couldn’t sass his way out of death.

Duncan had to practically force Izzy along when they walked back. The danger of the island hadn’t properly gotten to her then, but if it had, she wouldn’t have let any of her friends out of her sight for a second.

She wasn’t strong enough to protect everyone, but she’s convinced she could’ve done better. And maybe Noah, Courtney, Owen, Lindsay and everyone else could’ve made it.

Like I said, the survivors guilt is pretty rough after a fucking massacre ykwim?

And she was 16 when this happened. And so was everyone else. And regardless of age, nobody should’ve gone though that, alive or not.

Her relationship to things associated with the death of her friends are definitely weird. Like when things like showering and drinking water felt like tasks. Like watching the water from the tap run for 10 minutes cause the image of Noah’s dead body in the water, surrounded by his own blood, wouldn’t leave her alone.

She felt disgusted by herself when she avoided water like the plague. She refused to leave the house, even to just go out with the trash or pick up the mail.

The neighbours across her father’s apartment used to come to her door and ask for her parents. They complained about how loud she was when she was outside by the playground when she was 10. Their jaws would probably drop if they saw how she’d changed.

She found herself on multiple occasions, talking to herself. Just to make sure she still had a voice. She hadn’t talked in ages. And even if she did, it was only to her siblings maybe once a week, and maybe a word or two to her parents if they were lucky.

Even after turning 17, the mentality and maturity stayed the same. The memories of that island never faded. But the others did. She had a few videos and pictures on a digital camera, and that was the best preserved memories of her friends. She was afraid that if she lost these, she’d forget their voice and face.

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Okay so I'm seeing a lot of 'Sun sucks at cooking he he can't make cereal properly leave the cooking to Moon he's the best at it' in domestic aus

And that's great! I love that idea! But consider the following: absolutely none of you know anything about cooking.

I mean, sure, Sun's been cutting apple slices with peanut butter for so long he's got it down to an art, and his PB &J sandwiches are to die for. Moon's got directions to make tea and applesauce and instant jello for the kids that they share in their headspace. But that's pretty much the limit for their cooking expertise. So put them near a toaster? Yeah, they can figure it out. A microwave? Moon put a fork in it to see what would happen after Sun saw something about it online and got to 20 seconds before you slam into the kitchen and shut it off. And then talk their audio receptors off by scolding them for putting metal in the microwave and being in the kitchen without your supervision.

All you have to send them is a look and they decide to leave the oven alone.

Speaking of your skills...

Well.

While you're no 'master chef', you've picked up enough to scrape by. A few years on your own will do that to you. Compared to what your boys know, you're practically a god in the kitchen.

So you, with your grand total of maybe 15-20 recipes (half of which have cottage cheese or yogurt incorporated into them) are appointed head of the kitchen.

You're really only slightly better than the boys, but you at least know how to turn on a stove. Still, your skill level is really only enough to make the same few meals throughout the week. So, you all decide to figure it out together.

You look up some recipes online, grab some stuff from the store and dump it all onto the counter. The ingredients are nothing you haven't seen before (the boys regard the flour as some foreign and ancient play-doh from the stone ages), but you can't remember the last time you bought some of this stuff.

After you take in the wonders of vanilla extract and brown sugar, you pick something hopefully easy enough that it'll be impossible to mess up. Cookies aren't that hard. You remember making them when you were younger, and they usually came out alright.

You also remember that you were 9 and had adult supervision to make sure you didn't screw up.

And now you're the most competent adult in this operation.

You try not to picture the apartment going down in flames.

It doesn't actually go terribly. You manage to handle it pretty well, all things considered. Moon grabs your wrist before you pour the eggs into the flour, reminding you that you're supposed to do your dries, then your wets, and then your chips. You're pretty sure he only reminded you so he can keep sneaking chips into his cheeks when you're not looking, but you let him have it. You also elect not to say anything when you catch them pouring more chips into the bowl when you're not looking.

Sun spends the entire time obsessing over the shape of the cookies, making sure they're all perfectly rounded and spread out on the pan. Moon wedges a chocolate chip deep into the center of a few of them, watching his brother panic over the now 'ruined' cookies. He gets over it eventually, though, joining his brother in front of the oven to watch the dough rise and expand as the torturous waiting for them to bake begins. You pull out the tray and inspect your work.

They're...not that bad, in all honesty. There are little things that could be improved, but otherwise, you're pretty proud of your guy's progress.

You're not as happy about the mess, though. It looks like a hurricane has stormed through your kitchen, a fact that is quickly brought to the attention of your boys as they scramble to wipe down countertops and toss eggshells away.

...

I dunno how to end this cuz my endings suck so there it is, thank you for attending my ted talk.

[impulsive-fantasylander]

btw this is a repost from the community. idk this was fun to write so yall can see it too. the following is what i wrote.

Looks around, you know what? I think this fandom needs more time travel aus <- guy who's main fandom centers on time traveling

So you know what that means? Time to torture Purple!!! /lh. As always this takes place on my aus canon but you can do whatever with this idea

So like, what if i take Purple, and throw them back in time, and they are found by Navy and Orchid BEFORE they got into a relationship/when they were young.

Also TW: this gets dark, I mean it is about these guys but admittedly my interpretation of them gets darker compared to others I have seen.

Honestly idk how the time travel would happen. But it is Purple from way after AVM, they are living with Mango and all that.

my au this means that they are still in their little road trip to fighting tournaments throughout the outernet. Citrine is still around and Navy and her are still in a relationship while Orchid looks up to Navy as her mentor in fighting.

Orchid finds a kid wearing some passed out in the dumpster behind the place the tournament is taking place in, and since ambulances are not really a thing with how much the middle of nowhere they are in is. She drags them back to their tiny hotel room to try to nurse them back to health without checking in with the others

Purple wakes up to a stick figure the spitting image of his mother bandaging up his wounds, they promptly blacks out. When they wake back up is because a stick figure of a yellow color is waking them up, trying to get them to drink some water. The stick figure that resembled their mother nowhere in sight.

Idk after this Purple figures out they probably time traveled back in time, and with seemingly no way to fix this they decide to stick around with this group instead of trying anything else.

Honestly my ideas are starting to run out so,

Purple trying so hard to pretend that this Navy is not the same Navy that's his father, only for him to be unable to unsee all the ways that this Navy will become his father.

Orchid and Purple actually becoming fast friends and being a younger brother and older sister type of friendship. Orchid and them cook for fun together a lot, and Orchid loves flying with Purple.

Purple watching Navy train Orchid since he has nothing better to do, only to realize that he is training her in the exact same way he had trained them. Purple has to leave the room.

Purple being sort of distant with Citrine, thinking of her as aloof or uninterested in him, when she is actually just keeping her distance because she thinks they aren't interested in getting to know her. After that is cleared up they spent a lot of time together, mainly flying together, actually sparring just for fun. All that stuff

Now I am thinking of Purple meeting present day Citrine after meeting her in this time travel thing.

Anyhow that's all the ideas I have bye bye.

[a-tale-of-legends]

( Legendverse) Red and Green(protag) stuff

Red

Compared to Blue and Green as kids, he was much more ( genuinely) polite and responsible ( as responsible as a child can be anyway).

This doesn't mean he doesn't get himself into mischief. Either bc Blue or Green dragged him into a mess or he specifically thought something was a challenge that he was going to beat, he tends to get into more trouble than it's worth. It's fine though bc he's very polite :)

LIVES for the outdoors. Protag Trait of literally disappearing on people, only to be found in some forest camping( he has gotten better at letting people know of this tho). Really good at foraging and stuff.

I wasn't totally sure of the Professor! Red before, but seeing so many of it, I think it's neat :) He already likes pokemon and does want to understand them more. He could get his PhD like Blue ( who. Honestly doesn't really use it much-) but. That means going to school. Red loves to learn, but he is very weary of the school system. Maybe one day though. Battling is still his biggest passion, of course, I just think it would be something cool for him to do on the side.

Going with the above, I think he would really like what Beryl has done with the johto safari zone. Turning it into a rehabilitation area for pokemon essentially. I think he would help around the place pre- battle tower.

Tying into his love of learning- when blue and green leave for Kalos I just imagine Red being. So board. And lonely. He's no longer fearing the public as much as he used too, and constantly training doesn't have the exact same appeal as it did before ( bc he's no longer alone on top of a mountain). So he honestly just tries learning shit. He is the King of useless facts now. Cooking, knitting, crafting, you name it. Yes, Green has tried to make a profit from this. No, Red hasn't sold anything.

Like. Okay Red isn't like a master of these things, I should add. The most he's extremely good at is camping, battling, and cooking. Everything else is just decent.

He doesn't know how to feel about being Chosen. Especially so late into the game. Apparently, mew was supposed to Choose him when he started his journey....but forgot. It wasn't until SM until Mew did Choose him and by that point it felt. Pointless??? He suppose he's grateful, since he thinks being Chosen at such a young age would have been. Very bad for his mental state ( which makes him feel bad for a lot of the other Chosens after him), but like. It just continues to put him in some sort of pedestal that he doesn't want. He could ask mew to just. Unchoose him but....he doesn't know. Mew is nice though. A gremlin that doesn't give clear instructions yes, but still nice.

Green

Was always kinda blunt, even as a kid. Surprising bc she's also a skilled liar. No one knows how or when she got into scamming people ( who deserved it) or how she got so interested in money, but she is and we all have to deal with it.

Being younger and, well, a girl, Blue used to try and not have her come along with him and Red on their adventures ( Red didn't mind Green coming along, in fact he liked her company). Green would kick Blue's kneecaps for that. She would get scolded for it, but so would Blue for excluding Green out, so it's a win. She comes up with way more fun games than Blue anyway.

Is in the middle of the road in terms of talkativeness. Blue is definitely the one who does the talking most times, but Green isn't shy from it herself. In fact she's pretty talkative too, just not as much as Blue. Still, she can be also pretty quiet like Red. I think these two have a cute friendship, but I gotta work out the details. Tbf, they are protags lol. Protags gotta stick together.

Like Red, has the Protag Trait of just disappearing and doing her own shit. Unlike Red, is probably worse at telling people about it. Where's Green? Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy.

I've ultimately decided that Green is a cave fanatic. She just loves cave spelunking that much. She's not even looking for shit to sell, she just likes caves.

She was the only one that actually completed her pokedex....okay no. I'm sure Red and Blue did eventually, but Green was the first, as always. Red was under pressure from being champion to do anything and Blue was in his feelings, so leave it to Green to buckle down and get the damn pokedex done ( also to alleviate the loneliness of her two friends drifting apart and kinda leaving her behind even more)

Honestly it is just traveling now. Going into caves, battling strong trainers if she wants to, scheming all the way. I like the idea of her becoming world champion but I don't know if that's possible in my au yet. We'll see.

She grew taller out of spite btw. She was the shortest of the trio and she didn't like that, especially bc Blue would tease her for it, so she willed herself to be taller. Not even Mewtwo knows if the Chosen powers were at play here.

Speaking of Mewtwo, yeah she got it. She's the Chosen of it. Mewtwo shouldn't be able to Choose being a man made pokemon, but it did so out of spite and honestly? Good for them.

Sometimes I think Green genuinely forgets she's a Chosen. Like actually. The only thing that actively reminds herself that she is one is that she has powers now and she can live when Mewtwo fucking yeets her into the sky ( this is a fun bonding activity).

During the johto arc, Green was in Johto, staying with Bill's family. Why? I haven't fully fleshed it out, but I think it's a matter of her just not wanting to be at home anymore. That's the baseline of it. She's probably helping Bill with some stuff in return. Green during this time was angsty and angry, so her powers ( or what was unlocked at the time) would tend to flare up when she's pissed. Though, given that she's still very new to bring Chosen, they are unreliable as ever. So. More on her plate, I guess.

Green and cooking is an interesting case. I don't think she's bad. Maybe she's pretty good. But uh. The girl lives off protein shakes and granola bars. If not that: meat( sorry Red). So it's probably less of that "Green can't cook" bc she can, and more of " Green can cook but is choosing not too".

I haven't talked about the whole " Green being forgotten from the narrative despite accomplishing so much" here and that's only bc I want to take a closer look at that on my own time. I still think it's true but I want to like it. Map it out better, if that makes sense.

Green going to Kalos with Blue is for two reasons: Shopping ( Blue and Green are The Shopping Duo) and Caves. Oh and mega evolution so three. Unlike Blue though, she ain't studying shit ( okay she does a little) and spends most of her time doing Arceus' knows what. I think it would be funny if both Green and Blue gained several exes in their time in Kalos but that has yet to be determined.

Green and Blue are actually siblings in my au, so if you're wondering why I'm grouping them together so much, that's why.

Has a lil ditto :3 Is less used for battles and more so for schemes and is in general a friend that's happy to be there :]

[wolves-etc]

thoughts on The Last Of Us episode one, largely in the order I had them:

[thoughts on: 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | 1.6 | 1.7 | 1.8 | 1.9]

(I have some spoilers from tumblr, a vague awareness of the older gays & younger gays situations, and a friend's recommendation that I'd really like this show. I didn't realise how evocative this would be in a mid-pandemic world. the show quickly set me right.)

— all kudos and respect to mr "I have an opportunity to infodump to a crowd about disturbing fungal diseases and I am going to make the most of it." loses points for warning people about hypothetical future dangers while actively smoking at them.

— the views we get of the crowd and the host during the second half of his speech are interesting - they're so still, all rapt attention, while he's talking about humans made puppets. it's unsettling.

— and the visuals during the theme music? gross. the guy who recommended this to me is squicked out by fungus. I may have used the words "wetly unfurling" while confronting him about this.

— I'm struck by the apparent ritual of joel setting his alarm, sleeping through it or ignoring it, and having to be alerted by his daughter anyway. he's a mess. (<3)

— there's something very real and unsanitised about their home environment. sarah's presumably not the worst cook in the house, but still they're eating eggshell. there's takeaway in the fridge that tommy sniffs before having any (though I wish he didn't decide against it then put it back.)

— and joel's shirt is on inside-out. bless him.

— sarah and joel passive-aggressively siccing the neighbours on each other is bitchy and great

— the first glimpse of the unrest of the pandemic being someone visibly panicking, closing the shop, herding sarah out, telling her to go straight home? I'm trying not to do too much real-life comparing. but that's ouch.

— we have a dog!! a border collie!! mercy I love you I am giving you up for dead given the genre we're in but I very much hope to be proven wrong <3

— "three nails plus one cross equals four-given." please, please tell me people don't speak like that. lie if you must

— the mental shift from "that blurry old lady in the background needs medical attention" to "oh. oh this is a horror show, the characters just don't know that yet, oh no" was a fun one

— "and you were never gonna [get the watch fixed] for yourself" OH BOY

— it's functional depression vibes in joel and it's intense. he won't get the watch fixed for himself, and he probably wouldn't celebrate his birthday for himself either - I'd buy that the pancakes could have been more for sarah than him, but then she insists on cake, and he doesn't suggest anything he'd enjoy better. still, he seems willing to make an effort because she wants to, and that's nice.

— that moment, sitting down to watch a movie together, sarah falling asleep against him? joel's a mess, but he has a good relationship with his daughter, and that's refreshing to see. there's real love there.

— mercy is a very good dog and sarah COULD DO WITH MORE ANXIETY SLASH SURVIVAL INSTINCT, FRANKLY,

— and we get the first glimpse of joel being brutal and unhesitating when it's called for. the sense that he's already made a shift in thinking that sarah's slower to - she's scared, crying, not yet really believing that it was necessary.

— sarah in the back of the car being smart enough to put together - given what she knows - that any one of them could be infected. it's awful.

— "[they've] got a kid, joel." "so have we. keep driving." fuck

— (how must that feel for sarah? if she's the thing to be protected, it must be her fault.)

— okay the infected's too-quick movements and bird-like head tilts? very "inhuman software on human hardware." it's cool.

— this scene here, though. there's a lot here. they're saved, in the nick of time, by a soldier. the soldier receives orders that he has to double-check. joel calls him sir, says please don't, has to know what's coming. it's unfair and it's horrible and there's nothing he can do.

— and I had a lot of thoughts about that. about how the US military - quite aside from the huge wrongs it does to other countries - promises people to chance to do some good, and to be a part of a family, and betrays them on both counts. leaves its soldiers with trauma and no way to manage it. leaves them, perhaps, with chronic depression, in a job I don't even want to speculate about because neither the military nor construction work are kind to the body. it's betrayal on top of betrayal as standard. and it's cruel, very cruel, that the military betrays joel again here. (edit for reasons and for at least one "article" possibly lying to me)

— and it's a fucking needless way for sarah to die. fuck.

— okay. okay.

— we get this little reminder that the birds, the trees, the sunlight, they all keep going. no matter what goes on with humans. and I, for one, find that comforting.

— and that comfort is VERY NEEDED because holy shit it's twenty years later and joel barely even hesitates to throw a bound child's body onto the fire. (practical and brutal, when it's needed. I don't even want to wonder whether he's done it before.)

— he's still wearing his broken watch and he is very much not okay.

— tess is all steel. I'm a little scared of her as a person and I love her as a character. what the fuck are they both up to that they can handle criminal dealings like this.

— "I promised him you wouldn't hurt him, but I would very much like for you to hurt him." CLEAR AND TO THE POINT.

— no but that's a lot of fun though. clear communication, what seems like no real lies when she's negotiating with her captor, just a forthright attitude that's so easy to believe and a comfortable willingness to mislead him.

— "you don't have a fucking ear on your fucking head" would be a fun way to accuse someone of not listening

— "y'all talk it through, but please remember that I'm bleeding out." I LIKE MARLENE

— and here we see joel's fight response to trauma, which will, I hope, serve him well. that flashback was evil though.

— what the FUCK is the expression on ellie's face. is that awe. is that delight. miss, you're very fucked up, do you know that

things I expected: ellie being a murder child; joel being a traumatised badass with a soft spot for her. did NOT expect ellie to be THAT much of a murder child, or joel's soft spot to be that well-armoured. this is gonna be interesting to see.

and I didn't expect tess, who's interesting, and scary in her own right, and rugged in a way women aren't generally allowed to be in the zombie genre. this was a really pleasant surprise.

[thunderberryart]

Would you be willing to share some Arthur headcanons?

OH GOODNESS, I don't know how many of these are similar to things other people have said before or are just big Captain Obvious moments, but hey, let's have fun!

(Under a read more because this got chonky)

The game never gave us a total number of siblings and flip flopped between whether he had brothers and sisters or just brothers, but I've personally given him seventeen siblings: twelve older brothers (as indicated by his 13th prince title), three older sisters, and two younger sisters.

His relationship with them is distant at best. He doesn't dislike them and none of them dislike him, but even the ones he was friendly with as a child he has since drifted away from and he only contacts them when it's matters relating to the kingdom.

This one is the result of watching Beatrice's final love event in RF5: the "D. Lawrence" part of his name is actually a pseudonym he uses because there would be no way for him to conduct business with ordinary clients if he signed his letters and documents with Arthur Lauryn de la Norad (and we know he hates his title anyway.)

ARTHUR. VENTUSWILL. FRIENDSHIP. I was comparing and contrasting their situations and I firmly believe those two would have a good relationship! The more lighthearted moments consist of Arthur teasing Ventuswill as horrendously as Frey/Lest or Leon (and Venti subsequently threatening to execute him and then cover it up as an unfortunate accident.)

One thing that has always disappointed me is that the bachelor/bachelorette friendship groups are so divided purely because Guys and Gals. That said, besides Margaret, I think Arthur would be very friendly with Xiao Pai since he does a lot of orders for the inn and they often talk about the places they've been to (Xiao having traveled so much when she was younger and all.)

On the list of "People in Selphia Who Are Scariest When Mad," he ranks 2nd. You don't want to make Arthur mad. He doesn't even show it on his face or in his actions that he is mad. You just know.

A fun game the young adults in town like to play is "Arthur's cuteness scale," where Arthur is given a person, monster, or object and asked to rank how cute they are on a scale of 1 to 10. (Thus far, the lowest he's ever ranked something is a 4.9. They're still trying to find something he'd flat out rank as a 1 without going for something obvious like Ethelberd.)

My friend Icy and I have given Arthur a pet Fake Turnip named Pip. Pip is love, Pip is life. Arthur gets so many accessories for him it's not even funny. He also has his own plant pot in Arthur's office and Arthur's heart can barely take it when he makes a little cooing noise when he's being "watered."

Fun story relating to Pip: Porcoline initially had a "No Pets" rule at the Selphia Sainte-Coquille Manor. The stated reason was for sanitation reasons at the restaurant (which was true,) but the real reason was because Porcoline knew Arthur would adopt every cute monster on sight and the manor would soon be overflowing with woolies, buffamoos, and god knows what else. Arthur was very unhappy when he found out the truth and spent the better part of the next week sulking in his office.

Pip, however, is the sole exception because Porcoline deemed him "a polite young turnip." Arthur personally believes it's because he looks edible and he's still worried Porcoline might try to eat him one day.

Arthur stresses out big time when it comes to cooking. He's obviously not a terrible cook and can make a good chunk of the in-game recipes without too much issue, but he gets antsy when something requires more steps or isn't cooking fast enough since he could be using the time more productively. (He does state himself that he can't sit still and that's why he's terrible at fishing.)

Once he and Frey get married though, he puts in the effort to make more food himself because he is ever so delighted to see the smile on Frey's face when she's eating tempura udon or pumpkin flan he made himself. (Oops, slipped some Asafure in here.)

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Mario & Luigi’s Baby Sister: Katarina Mario (Mario-OC)

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[Note: Don’t Reblog Without Permission, and I want to use this as a type of Cover for a future story over at Quotev when I am able to, so only I can use it on both here and over there...]  

Credit for Super Mario Bros goes to Nintendo

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I did this drawing on November 13, 2022....

and just now on May 1, 2023....I finally made some finishing touches to it.

like putting a letter on her hat and finally giving her a name...

I was going to go with a name that starts with a “N”, but I decided to go with “K” instead, and I think the name Katarina Mario works.

not only is it Italian, but it is also the same name of a character from My Life As A Villainess: All Routes Lead To Doom!

Katarina Mario, has overalls on, a sleeveless shirt on, long fingerlings gloves,

black tights and brown boots in the two versions of her with and without the hat.

the Princess dress & crown, could be seen as a costume for a costume party.

if Katarina did have a best friend, it would be Mario’s Ex-Girlfriend, Daniella Verducci. (which the name Daniella Verducci, is really Mario’s Girlfriend and Possible Wife at the end of the Super Mario Bros. 1993 Film...I’m pretty sure I had just notice while watching a DVD of it....I think I saw a ring on her finger when she was cooking for herself, Mario and Luigi....I think Mario and Daniella, could be married at the end of the movie, maybe....but it just seems that way.)

it could turn out that back when Katarina was really little, Daniella use to babysit her and they grew close like sisters, even if they aren’t related.

besides being friends with Daniella, and having a Big Sister & Little Sister bond with each other...

it might be possible she could be a “Daddy’s Girl”...

also I got to say that even though I might need to wait to see the new Super Mario Bros Movie...and it will be worth the wait.

I love how Mario & Luigi’s Parents look in the movie, I hope they appear in a future game and are fully canon. :) 

I mean even if I haven’t saw the movie yet, doesn’t mean I can’t still find out what they look like, like finding them on a Bio on some Mario Fandom place.

Katarina Mario, exist in a Fanon Timeline, where the Mario Brothers Have a younger sister and who they view as their baby sister.

it be funny if when she was little, she made her brothers play save the damsel-in-distress from the dungeon (which would be the closet...), and each time, Luigi would be the one in the closet and had to wear a princess dress, long wig and makeup that Katarina put on him...and she could of ended up put a little too much on his face.

Katarina would play the Knight, and Mario had to be the bad guy who had captured the Princess and put her in the dungeon (which is still the closet),

she could of tried to get Mario wear the dress, but Katarina may have decided it had looked much better on Luigi.

it would also be funny if during her terrible twos, Mario and Luigi were scared because she was a little terror during those times...

she could of kept calling Luigi “Hello, Clarice...”

which could of both confused and frighten him.

the one who had it worse, could of been Mario...

he couldn’t sleep unless he knew she was sleeping, which on certain days during the long months somewhere after she turned 2 years old and onward...

she could of been creepy, like going into Mario and Luigi’s room...

and going right over to Mario and climbing onto his bed and standing next to him and just looking at him before poking him on the nose, waking him up...

and he would be startled at seeing her do this for the first time,

but not even more so when she whispers in a creepy way...

“sleep with one eye open, because as soon as you fall asleep....I’m going to shave your hair in the middle, and color your hair pink and throw sparkles and glitter on it.....and that wont be the worse part...”

and each night after that, since she was 2 years old...

Mario had sleep with one eye open. XD

compared to facing Bowser, he is nothing compared to the times when Mario & Luigi feared for their lives when their baby sister turned 2 years old, and they had to hope and pray that her third birthday came soon....                                 

it be funny if they made video proof of those moments.

during when she was still having her terrible twos, she could of proclaimed herself “Empress Of The Turtles”, because she somehow brought turtles home after her Luigi took her to the park, and she had Luigi carry a big box and said it was full of her “new friends” and as soon as they got inside, she let them out of the box and she ended up wearing a paper crown, a towel as a royal cape.

I think that any time her family brings that up, she might get really embarrassed. that idea does seem interesting, I know it did make me laugh just typing it.

anyway once again Katarina Mario is suppose to be Mario & Luigi’s Sister...

but she isn’t canon and is a fanon only character.

hope some like this idea, and sometime I will write a short story about her.            

[kotonoba]

ISYT (Jushiro/Fem!Reader) Christmas Chapter

Christmas Special, late, but I still wrote it, sorry.

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You recall spending Christmas with your mother before anything happened, but you two spent it with minimum effort. She always said spending Christmas doesn’t necessarily revolve around receiving gifts, so the two of you spent time cooking together and watching a movie together. Those were simpler times when you were younger and didn’t need to worry about the world and what people thought of you two. Now that you’re part of a community, not knowing how to celebrate Christmas might bite you in the ass. You’re putting your face and Jushiro’s reputation on the line. You might be making this out of a bigger deal than anything because Jushiro told you the night before not to worry; just to be you is enough. 

But is that enough?

As you fuss about everything and nothing all at once, you don’t hear Jushiro walk into the room until you feel his arms around your waist, “don’t worry, everything is planned, just like our wedding, don’t worry about a thing, y/n.” 

His reassurance helped a lot. You nodded a bit, leaning into his hold, “do I have to–”

“No, you don’t have to prepare anything. I’ve prepared everything already; now stop worrying.” 

“I’ll do my best.”

“Good, now I must prepare something real quick, so relax; I’ll be back soon, y/n.” he kissed your forehead before leaving your mind to wander about in the Ugendo.

If you learned anything from your years in the material world, you know that all your friends always bragged to you about what Christmas present they thought they’ll get compared to what they got. And knowing Jushiro, he might just as well dress up as Santa Claus for you and everyone else in Seireitei to see; what a dork. You might as well do some late Christmas shopping in that case, then.

Wandering around the Ugendo, you noticed that it wasn’t very festive looking on the estate; the least you could do was make it festive since Jushiro always preferred festivities. You spent your mornings to your afternoons redecorating the Ugendo. Although the maids and servants the family hired weren’t particularly pleased by your presence, and you redecorated everything, you ignored their whispers and continued redecorating. It was just a Christmas tree well decorated and some banners and lights here and there to show spirit.

You managed to procure some Christmas presents for your lover. Although you’re not sure he’d love it, you made an effort, and you’ll know better next year. 

You wouldn’t count yourself as the best cook in the world, but, in your opinion, your food is entirely… edible. That’s what you made. With the spare time you had left before Jushiro’s return, you focused on decorating the tree. It took a while to find a ladder to climb up so you could put the ornaments and the star at the top. 

A misstep, your heart dropped as you braced for impact, but you fell into someone’s arms; your eyes peeked open to be greeted by a confident white-haired man dressed up like Santa Claus, go figures. 

“If you wanted me to carry you, you could have just told me, y/n,” Jushiro chuckled a little, and your eyes rolled at his playfulness. 

“Welcome home, ‘Shiro,” your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close enough for you to give him a quick peck on the lips. 

He quickly took that as a cue to chase after your lips and kiss back before eyeing the decorations, “hos festive. I’m surprised you managed to get a Christmas tree and all,” he hums, letting you back down after a bit. 

“Well, it’s not hard, just a quick trip to the shopping district. And ask for a tree,” you giggled. Despite him being in full get-up, you had to admit it was well thought out, “I’m guessing you played the role of Santa Claus and handed out presents to everyone?”

“Yes, I did,” he followed you along to the table, where you set up an entire feast for him. He took his hat off to sit beside you to eat, “I did save a present for you.” 

“Is it you? Cause you’re the best part of the year for me,” you smiled when you saw a darkened complexion form on his face, “I’m not lying.”

“I know you aren’t – you know what?” Your eyes glimmered in curiosity as he grabbed his hat before picking you up like his bride – though, soon-to-be bride, of course, “dinner can wait, I can’t.” 

“What do you mea–” before you got time to ask, you were met with a kiss on the lips before being rushed into you and his shared room.

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Up to interpretation. (: Tomorrow is New Year’s chapter.

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