#but my mains prettier /silly

[astranauticus]

went back into bilibili after a while and started watching through my old saved videos and oh... i remember why i was so unwell about bai choufei for those few months in 2021

[mouwrites]

congrats on 400 & i'm so happy to be here!!!

for the event, if you still write for south park, could i get headcanons of maybe the main 4 + butters receiving genuine, heartfelt compliment and love from their partner? male or gn if that's okay/needed!!!

i've been craving soft comfort qwq

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Here you are love!

South Park - Main Four (+ Butters) Reacting to Genuine Affection

Kyle

Okay, so you guys definitely have quite a bit of banter in your relationship

So at first it takes him a minute to figure out when you're actually being serious

"Kyle, you're so pretty."

He'll just blink at you for a second

When you don't give him a teasing smirk or burst out laughing, that's when he knows you're being real

And then his cheeks turn a few shades darker, and he looks away bashfully

He'll mutter something semi-coherently, not looking at you at all while he says it:

"Yeah, well... you're prettier..."

It's not that he doesn't believe what you say, or that he's embarrassed, he's just taken off guard

He actually really loves when you surprise him like that

He will be thinking about it for the next week at least

He'll totally zone out, too—just replaying that moment over and over in his mind

A little smile comes to his lips involuntarily, and he might even start blushing a little

He's just got to be careful not to do it around the guys... he'd never hear the end of it

Stan

He's convinced you're being fake or joking at first

Especially if it just comes out of the blue

"I love you, Stan."

He'll just blink, waiting for the "just kidding" or the punchline

When it doesn't come his face scrunches up a little

"You're... being serious?"

He's not trying to sound rude, he's just having a hard time believing you

He struggles with insecurity :(

No matter how long you've been together, he still doesn't know why someone like you would ever love him

But when you just smile sincerely and tell him that yes, you are being serious, his heart flutters

He definitely gets that huge lovesick grin of his (you know the one)

And he'll look at you with the purest loving gaze

Be prepared for a bear hug :D

And maybe some happy tears on your shoulder

Butters

It doesn't even occur to him that you might be joking

He believes everything you say, unless it's ultra-obvious you're joking

And even then he's more inclined to take whatever you're saying/doing as genuine, if only for his own delusional enjoyment

So, even if it comes out of nowhere, Butters accepts your affection

"You're the best thing in my life, Butters."

He'll put on a huge grin, taking your hand and squeezing it excitedly

"You're my favorite ever, Y/n!"

Cue the tooth-rotting fluff

This is how you two often fall into bouts of sickeningly sweet affection; cuddling, hand holding, "no-I-love-you-more" competitions...

It is very cheesy

But Butters LIVES for it

He loves it when you can both be all genuine like that; it increases his own confidence, plus it gives him a chance to show his unending love for you :)

Kenny

I feel like Kenny's really good about reading your emotions

And matching them as soon as he's aware

So even if you're in the middle of the goofiest goof session, he'll flip the switch just as quick as you

He'll know you're being genuine right away, and wastes no time being dumbfounded or anything

"I'm so in love with you."

You can see his cheeks going a little pink, but he smiles the brightest smile and hugs you tight

Then he returns the affection in full; both physically and verbally

It doesn't matter if you were being verbal or physical with your affection, he'll give you both in return

"I'm in love with you, too."

Depending on if you're in a silly affectionate or serious affectionate mood (again, he'll know), you may or may not end up in a hybrid cuddle-tickle fight

Otherwise you'll settle down somewhere and just bask in each other's arms

Maybe playing with each other's hair, mumbling sweet nothings, listening to heartbeats and breathing

Cartman

He is NOT going to take you seriously (or at least that's how it'll seem)

Even when he realizes that you are, indeed, being serious, he's going to make fun of you

"I love you more than you even know."

He tries to play off the way his cheeks turn pink and the way his heart flutters

He'll look away, waving his hand dismissively at you

"Pff, whatever. You're so cheesy, Y/n."

In reality, he's internalizing what you said and it's getting him higher than the moon

And he can't help just hugging you, at the very least

Or pretending to suplex you as an excuse to get you laying on top of him with his arms around your waist

Then he'll start to think about what you said more, and after a while he'll mutter, almost inaudibly:

"I love you more, stupid."

He'll never admit that he said it (activate gaslighting mode), but he secretly hopes that you really did hear it, and that you believe he said it (despite what he'll try to make you believe)

Because he meant it, and he wants you to know that he feels the same about you :)

Thanks for this request! And thank you so much for reading, take care doves <33

(divider by saradika)

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Christian Bale (OOC) x Fem!Reader

Y/N and Christian Bale had recently gotten married, and her parents hated that. Christian and Y/N had been super clingy, and, to be honest, they felt he was a bit controlling. He would often ask her to do something, and Y/N would simply comply. Christian and she slept while hugging each other with their noses touching, and it turned out she couldn't sleep without him at all. To the extent that Y/N's parents noticed, the two would get upset even when leaving each other alone for a few hours. Her parents weren't sure, but maybe the main problem was that they were scared he would hurt her.

Recently they all had been invited to a party and y/n was super excited to go. Christian went out to buy her a sexy yet elegant dress of his choice that would make his beautiful wife glow. He gifted her the dress and y/n's eyes sparkled. She tipped toed up to kiss him and Christian wrapped his arms around her, as she melted into them. He deepened the kiss and groaned into her mouth as y/n pushed her chest against him. Christian looked at the clock and decided they both could be late...by alot. He pushed her onto the bed and got on top, he always loved being on top and restraining his little girl. Y/n moaned and tried to push against him but his sheer power turned her on. Y/n wrapped her legs around Christian's waist as he unzipped his pants and letting his thick pink cock free. He rubbed the tip before he slid it into y/n entrance. He began thrusting and as he caught speed he put his veiny hand over y/n neck and said "Say my name", but y/n moaned. He tightened his grip at her defiance, gritted his teeth as he pounded harder "say my name.", y/n looked at him "Christ...Christian". He loosened his grip and caressed her hair as he softened his thrusts "good girl, I like it when you listen to me". Y/n smiles back at him and closes her eyes in pleasure as she could feel his dick inside her as her husbands big arms held her down into place. As Christian neared climax he grunted and laid on top of y/n softly sliding in and out as they both laid chest to chest while he kissed his wife while releasing his warm cum inside of her. Y/n's parents happened to be invited too, as they waited out in the hall for their son in law and daughter to come with them they grew more and more agitated. They were already 30 minutes late, how could Christian be this irresponsible. Suddenly the room's door opened and both of them walked out, y/n was a bit nervous. Christian looks at her and said "head up high for me.." as y/n nodded and walked towards the front gate with pride. The drive was long and quiet as Christian sat with her in the back seat and caressed her hair, she was prettier to him than the view. She was his everything.

The party was lavish with many people, y/n separated from her husband to speak to other people. A while later a smaller group of people formed and a beautiful blonde woman with blue eyes, with the body of Pamela Anderson stood across and remarked "Chris, wanna have sex?", Christian looked visibly confused as y/n ears perked up. "I mean come on you're hot I am hot, lets do it. No one here will tell your silly little wife, I bet she's ugly". Everyone quickly realized that she did not know y/n was his wife and standing right next to her. Y/n's eyes were welling up but she held it together, Christian was visibly enraged with his hands in a fist. "Keep your filthy mouth shut." He said through his teeth, she looked a bit scared but nonchalant "oh please don't get worked up about this you know if you were unmarried you would've done me in seconds". When it came to y/n Christian knew no ethics he lunged forward to hit that woman, as a few of their mutual friends held him back in urgency. Y/n sprinted towards him and held his face "Christian look at me, you're not like this. you're better than this. Lets go". he calmed down at the sight of y/n and let it go instantly.

Christian held her hand tightly and stormed off towards the car holding onto the keys y/n's parents had passed to him. As they walked towards the door, her parents gave him a nasty look which said 'I knew you'd hurt our daughter one way or the other'. Christian disregarded it and as they reached the car opened the door to the back seat and rather aggressively pushed y/n in. He sat next to her and closed the door as he held her by the back of her head and kissed her passionately. He deepened it while pulling her closer and getting on top of her. "y/n let me make love to you", y/n hugged him tightly digging her nails into his back. "I love you Christian" as he made love to her and then calmly waited for her parents to say their goodbyes and drive them back home. She was his and he was hers and no one was to come in between them. Your Batman,

Admin Sav

[mvshr00m-1]

NEW ROTTMNT AU IM MAKING!!!

Okay so hear me out yall... What if the rottmnt turtles were in Pokémon? Had their own Pokémon teams? Etc etc.

Over the past week or so I've been doing a bunnnch of posts on tiktok abt it, and finally have sat down to post the drawings I've done so far here as well!

Designs:

Through these designs I wanted to practice the way I draw clothes, do designs, and ofc colours! Also backgrounds ofc- just everywhere I've been lacking

Also wanted the turtles to all have their own personality and style, while also having small themes and details connecting em together

Even made silly lil designs with the turts with some Pokémon:

Very silly indeed

Never draw like that, nor have drawn Pokémon in ages, but I feel like it turns out alr lol-

In addition I also made full teams for each of the lads! With some little bits of context as to why aswell

(the highlighted names are the mains)

For Mikey it was just mostly food themed Pokémon + electric, cause yellow/orange lol- but at the same time I feel like he would have just a tank of a main, that he would train like fuck (with the help of raph) and the rest of his team, tho not the weakest, is mostly for fun.

Raph would be far have the best trained team, and these would be made of mostly rly big Pokémon, a lot of fire, ground, rock, dragon, fighting, all that sorta stuff- and then he just has one small Pokémon breloom who was probably one of his first Pokémon, and he got attached too and couldn't take out of his team :3

Leo's team, like Mikey, would be mostly for the look- with him having some of the 'prettier' Pokémon, or just blue Pokémon- he would 100% main the big gay looking duck (aka quaquaversal), with the Pokémon colours being simular to Leo's, and just both having a similar vibe- he would also have a abra who is known for their teleportation ability! Also just being really small and cute- (not sure if mystic would exist in this au, but for now I'll say it doesn't unless I state likewise)

Donnies team would, like raph, also be on the stronger side, with his being a lot of psychic, dark, ghost, steel, electric, etc- bro would have one scary ass team lmao. In addition this au's Sheldon would be his shiny rotom, who Donnie would even make little bits of techs and even a robot body Sheldon can possess

Design/drawing of that shown below:

Overall have A LOT of ideas for this au, and I don't think I've ever made a crossover au like this before- always being none for my bad future content/au's lol

[zentriii]

Kiyoomi scrunches her nose. She’ll never get Motoya’s obsession with plants. It was fine when it was just succulents, those are easy enough to take care of, but flowers fucking reek.

It’s not a bad smell per say, but it’s stupidly strong in this shop, even with her mask up. They’re pretty at least, she’ll give them that.

She’s debating between the pretty blue flowers and the silly, warm yellow ones. Motoya should have never trusted her judgment, how’s she supposed to resist the urge to tease her for always being in a yellow coloured team? At least Kiyoomi can say she’s escaped it in the Black Jackals cause gold isn’t yellow.

“Is there anythin’ I can help you with?” A pretty blonde girl in a red apron asks. Kiyoomi nearly jumps out of her skin, where’d she come from?

“Um, can I get these?” Kiyoomi points at the two, ready to bolt out of here because Employee Girl is way too gorgeous for her to not make a fool out of herself. Her palms are sweaty and she’s so grateful her mask is covering half her face.

The girl leans in way too close to Kiyoomi’s space and reads the labels, “Cornflower and fressia? I can put them together for you but d’you wanna check out the white freesia’s instead? They’d be real pretty together.”

“Yeah, sure.” Kiyoomi could be asked for her credit card information right now and she’d hand it over no questions asked. What did she ask her for again?

“Great, they’re over this way.” Employee Girl walks away and what else is Kiyoomi supposed to do but follow?

The flowers they stop at all look the same to Kiyoomi but she holds her breath as the girl talks about a few different ones, pointing them out and saying stuff about how pretty things look prettier together. Her name tag reads “Miya O.” A pretty name for a pretty girl. She wonders what the O stands for.

“That sound good?”

Kiyoomi nods, Miya’s voice sounds great in fact.

“Well you’re in luck! We finished our orders for today so I can put it together for ya right now but please submit a request a few days in advance next time. We’re pretty busy during the afternoon so ya picked a decent time to come in.”

Miya picks a few different flowers and the blue ones from before – the cornflowers – and heads to the back. Kiyoomi wants to protest but she’s just a customer and Miya’s an employee doing her job.

Miya peeps her head out after closing the door. She bites her lip before calling out, “Can I ask ya for a favour?”

“Uh, sure.”

“If ya see a girl with my face try an’ clock in, tell her she’s s’pposed to be in bed right now. My sister’s a bit of a workaholic, I stole her name tag this mornin’ for her own good.”

She assumes Miya means that she’s a twin but that’s not fair to her at all. She’s just a girl. Kiyoomi only hopes she won’t have to see the two of them together. One pretty girl’s bad enough for her heart as is.

The time passes by in a blur. At one point she’s keeping a vague eye out for Miya’s clone to walk in while looking at the different flowers; the next she’s being given her bouquet, paying for it, and waving bye to the prettiest girl in the world.

Oh well, it’s not like she’s the main character in a yuri manga.

Kiyoomi drops off the flowers at Motoya’s. She’s supposedly too busy taking care of her sick girlfriends to make the trip herself. Kiyoomi wonders if that excuse is just bullshit since it’s been months and she’s still not met Osamu and Rin yet. Unfortunately, Motoya’s apartment’s stuffy and reeks of sickness so maybe there’s some truth to Motoya’s words.

Maybe.

“You got the flowers?” Motoya closes her room door behind her, thankfully right before a loud sneeze is released by one of her definitely real girlfriends. Well there goes that bet Kiyoomi had going with Yachi.

“Yeah, I still don’t get why you can’t have a normal hobby. These things die in like, a week.”

Motoya fusses over the flowers for a bit, making them nice and pretty in a clean vase that held her last bouquet. “One, Samu gets all blushy when I give her flowers and two, I just like them. It’s low stakes responsibility that forces me to have my shit together.”

Kiyoomi snorts. Motoya’s always had her shit together, even if it looks like a mess on the outside. Her cousin is one of the most ruthlessly competent people she knows.

“Hey Kiyo, where’d you get these by the way?” Motoya asks cutting the store tag off a stem.

“Doesn’t it say there?” Kiyoomi asks. “Miya’s Boutique I think.”

“Well whichever employee rang you up left you a little something.” Motoya tosses the label to her with a smug little smirk.

Kiyoomi wants to shove her hand into her face to wipe it off, but Motoya would lick her first and she doesn’t want to think about where her tongue’s been, sick partners or not.

She takes a look at the what Motoya meant and pretends like the name and numbers aren’t sending a rush of blood straight to her face. She carefully tucks it into a pocket while maintaining eye contact with her menace of a cousin. Motoya can smell the smallest twinge of embarrassment in a crowd and she is not to be trusted to mind her own business.

She laughs at nothing, like the airhead Kiyoomi’s always known her to be, but there’s something unsettling in the knowing glint in her eyes. Kiyoomi firmly ignores it: if it isn’t acknowledged, it isn’t real.

“Oh this is killing me, Kiyo you’ve gotta come over next week. Please I think I’ll die.” Motoya abandons her flowers in favour of hanging off of her arm and giving her stupid puppy eyes. “You can bring whoever left you their number. Actually, please bring them, you’ve gotta.”

Fuck, how’s Kiyoomi supposed to say no to her puppy eyes.

“Fine, but fat chance I bring her over.”

Motoya sniffs hautily, like Kiyoomi’s doing her a great disservice. “You’ll regret it.”

“Doubt it,” Kiyoomi sighs, hoping future-her doesn’t give in to Motoya’s ridiculous demands.

She leaves with a halfhearted wave, feeling preemptive disappointment in herself because she knows Motoya’s not going to let her go so easily. Whatever. She’s got better things to spend her energy on.

How many i's in a “hi” is too desperate to send?

[chemzee]

How HPMA characters would do a 20 minutes PowerPoint presentation

aka silly idea 6734 please bear with me and remember it's just my own silly headcanons haha

Daniel: Probably most dull looking out of all of them, just a casual Times New Roman black on white with occasional pictures, no slide transitions. Has just enough info for a single slide, not too short, not too long, just a perfect amount, about maybe 10-12 slides, each idea properly separated. Probably memorized most of it but not all, does occasionally read from screen. So while not too visually interesting, it gets the point across well and to him it's probably more important than wasting time on making it pretty.

Ivy: she strikes me as someone who balances out the information and visual presentation, so I'd say Daniel's presentation but prettier and probably a little shorter, like 8 slides and probably has less info, but enough to explain the topic in question. Probably uses Arial or Calibri (wanted to use Dreaming Outloud but knows its not the best for such presentation) font and has the same transition on all slides. Probably picked a pretty design with pastel colors. Despite the fact she doesn't have a lot of text, she definitely does not remember it at all so she mostly reads it. I think she probably was planning on adding more pictures or transitions but forgot and only realized it the moment she has to make a presentation.

Lottie: definitely the most visually interesting one, she probably would spend A LOT of time on trying to make it look pretty. Uses different transitions but they all go well with the theme of the topic in question and they don't look obnoxious. The ideas are separated well, it has around 10 slides and each looks breathtaking, as she had customized almost everything herself,eather than leaving the design as it is. Uses different fonts for different categories of text, but main text is probably in Century Schoolbook. In terms of information, however, she'd either add too much or too little and she would often read the text on screen, but the prettiness of her presentation makes up for it.

Kevin: he strikes me as a kind of guy who would add TOO much info. He'd probably have to shrink it to font size 6-8 just so he could fit everything and has over 20 slides. Probably the kind of guy to have text on one slide and pictures on the other because he can't fit both on one. Unknown to God, memorized the entire text somehow but gets extremely nervous when presentating it, especially after seeing everyone's reactions to the unreadable wall of text.

Cassandra: she strikes me as a white on black person, probably uses fancy font styles as titles and Times New Roman or Baskerville as normal text. I'd say she's similar to Ivy in a way she balances out the information and the prettiness (I'd say hers is the second prettiest after Lottie's) but has more info than Ivy (around 10-12 slides) and she actually remembers her text almost by memory, so better and fancier Ivy.

Robyn: either did it in 5 minutes and has 7 slides max with minimum amount of info or she just staight up copy pasted a Wikipedia article, with links still attached. At least bothered with the way it looks and by that I mean she chose the random alternative style and random font that looked good enough and called it a day.

Frey Twins: Fisher most likely insisted on making it together with Colby, despite the latter wanting to do his own presentation. Surprisingly, they put in a lot of effort into it, they had put their heart and soul into every single slide. And by that I mean is that they created the worst monstrosity known to mankind, literally the worst looking presentation one would ever imagine. It's too bright, it has small comic sans orange text on red background, the images are squashed, oh and don't get me started on the effects. The transitions and animations take up about 90% of whole presentation, they used literally every known transition available and it's just one after the other. And worst part is? It's completely unoronic, they actually think it looks great.

[padfootagain]

Something Good (XI)

Chapter 11 : The Banks of the Thames

Hello, lovelies! Here is a new chapter for my Ben Barnes series!

Still in London and OH BOY THIS CHAPTER IS AN IMPORTANT ONE!! AND AN EMOTIONAL ONE TOO!!

You will finally learn what happened between Ben and Julia…

Hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none! Slow burn, professor AU.

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already is. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

Word Count: 3872

Masterlist for the series – Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You had found a costume, actually.

Despite how crazy your week in London had been, you did get the time to find a costume to attend this party with Ben.

You were waiting for him in the hall of your hotel to go to the party. You would have lied had pretended not to be exhausted after working so much this week, but you actually loved it. You had spent a great time in London, and you reckoned that it was mostly due to Ben.

You had spent a lot of time together. Many lunches and dinners spent laughing and talking about silly things and important subjects, from your families to politics and your favourite books…

You had grown much closer during this trip, you reckoned. From colleagues, you now considered him a friend. How crazy was that? A few weeks ago, you could barely bear his presence at all, and now you craved for it… You wanted to spend time with him. If you were fully honest with yourself, it was the thought that pushed you out of bed during this trip.

Hurry up! If you’re up early, you can leave with Ben…

Ridiculous, right?

You weren’t sure where these thoughts were coming from, what had triggered them. Perhaps they had appeared that night at the pizzeria. Maybe they had bloomed during the trip to London, when Ben had listened to you talk about your daughter for so long and had been amazing calming you down…

You weren’t sure, it didn’t matter much, anyway.

You were exhausted after your intense week, still, you were happy to go to this party. You reckoned that you could use some fun time, and since your daughter was born, you had barely had any occasion to go to this kind of parties. You were quite excited, although you were nervous as well, at the idea of meeting some of Ben’s friends.

Speaking of the devil, Ben was stepping out of the elevator right then, but he didn’t join you right away. He slowed his pace as he spotted you, coming to a full stop.

A fond smile formed on his lips as he caught sight of you, dressed up in a Harry Potter uniform. He guessed you had chosen the colours of your own house. He didn’t know. He didn’t really care. His fond smile turned tender, dreamy.

You looked stunning.

He wasn’t even sure why, because… it was a silly costume, but still… there was something about you that was glowing. Something that made him see no one else but you in this busy hall. The second his eyes fell on you, his entire universe shrank to rest into your hands, into your eyes, into your frame...

Magic trick of yours.

He fell into your eyes as you turned to him, saw the crinkles form at the corner of your eyes as you smiled. Those infinite, beautiful eyes…

He didn’t notice the way your breathing stuttered, the way your heart skipped a beat as he approached, the way butterflies flew across your stomach… He was too busy staring at you for that.

He was handsome. You had always noticed, but this time, it was hitting you fully. Which was a little ridiculous, because he looked silly and goofy now. You had seen him in prettier outfits, in clothes that truly made him look unbearably handsome. And yet… you couldn’t find the strength to look away as Ben walked slowly over to you, dressed up as Marty McFly. Ridiculous. He looked silly. He looked stunning…

He wasn’t wearing his glasses for once, it was strange to see him without them.

“You found a costume, in the end,” he teased you, voice deep, warm, playful, you adored that sound…

“Yeah!” you looked down at your silly Hogwarts costume. “Went for the sexy student vibe, obviously,” you joked.

“Obviously,” he smiled, but you barely noticed the way he was out of breath. “Not sure it was the tag on that costume though.”

“Really?”

“No…”

“Ha, that’s because I’ve never been one of the sexy kinds,” you joked. “I should have taken the sexy nurse one, my bad.”

“You look beautiful.”

It was a little too earnest, Ben blushed fiercely as he spoke. You looked away, trying to hide your grin and the frantic beating of your heart.

“Thank you… although, you’re not wearing your glasses. So, you’re probably saying that when completely blind.

“Contact lenses,” he explained, chuckling. “I can see perfectly well.”

“I thought you hated those.”

“The glasses didn’t fit the costume.”

“Right…”

“My brother said no one would recognize who I was dressing up as…”

“Who wouldn’t know Back to the Future?”

“My answer, precisely,” Ben grinned.

“You…”

You cleared your throat, and he didn’t miss the way you were a little shier as you spoke again, voice a little hesitant, a little weaker too.

“You look great, by the way.”

His heart went still for a second.

“Thank you,” he grinned.

When the two of you walked out of the hall, you were both a little shier than usual. As you walked towards the Tube, you were both a little hesitant to start a conversation.

Your hearts were beating a little too fast for that…

Ben was with his brother now, but he was getting seriously annoyed. You had split at one point during the night, and even though Ben kept an eye on you, you were busy talking with one of his friends.

“She’s just a friend. A colleague, actually,” Ben repeated for the fifth time, annoyed now.

The party was getting too noisy for him, many were dancing, and it had never been his thing. And now that his brother kept on getting on his nerves, he just wanted to leave.

But then again, when he turned to you, you looked surprisingly pretty in your ridiculous Harry Potter costume. And you seemed to be having fun, talking and drinking and swaying to the music without noticing.

Maybe he could bear a few more minutes…

“I’m just saying that… she’s… very nice.”

“She is.”

“She’s also very beautiful. Seems to have a lot of things in common with you…”

“She’s also a colleague. And has a child.”

“You’re great with kids!”

“You’re missing the point.”

“I didn’t know it would be a deal-breaker for you.”

“It’s not! I’m just saying that it would be incredibly complicated. And that because she has a child, she would not simply… jump blindly in a relationship, I assume.”

“That’s what dates are for. To casually learn stuff about the other and decide whether or not you’re compatible for more.”

Ben looked at you again, and he slapped his brain for not pushing his brother’s words away immediately.

“This is ridiculous, Jack.”

“It’s not! It’s not ridiculous at all!”

“I don’t even like her.”

“Now, you’re blatantly lying.”

Ben fiercely blushed, and downed his entire glass of punch.

Because his heart was racing at the thought, and… it was all because of that night. Ever since that night at the pizzeria he just… couldn’t get you out of his head. Couldn’t stop himself from staring at you, and couldn’t control his stupid heart when it skipped beats every time you smiled and went crazy whenever you laughed and…

Jack rested a soothing hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“You should tell her about what happened with Julia.”

But Ben shook his head, fear now painted over his features.

“I’m not ready for that,” he croaked, grabbing some more alcohol.

“When will you be, Ben?”

The two brothers stared at each other for a moment. And Ben hated him for saying all those things, but Jack knew he needed to hear them all the same.

“You’re an idiot. You’re acting like a coward. She was a bitch, she broke your heart. Everybody gets their heart broken, eventually. Doesn’t mean every single person out there is going to act like her. It’s been two years, Ben…”

“I don’t need your advices when it comes to my love life,” Ben snapped. “I don’t need your advices in general, actually.”

“No? Then can you tell me what kind of stupid game you’re playing at?”

“I’m not…”

“Ben, you need to stop being terrified like that.”

“I’m not! What are you talking about?”

“She won’t judge you if you tell her.”

“I don’t want to tell her. It’s none of her business, Jack! She’s not even a friend, she’s a colleague.”

“You’re a moron.”

Before Ben could reply, his brother had walked away, leaving him alone by the table covered with wine, punch and empty cups.

And Ben was frustrated with his brother, angry at him even. What did he know about all this anyway…

He jumped when you rested your hand on his arm.

“Oh, sorry…” you gave him an apologetic smile.

“It’s okay I… I was lost in thought… You’re alright?”

“Yeah! I had a lot of fun tonight, thank you for bringing me here. But it’s quite late, so I think I’m gonna head out.”

Ben nodded.

“I’ll go too.”

“You can stay, I can call a cab.”

“No, I… I was waiting for a good excuse to leave, actually.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m knackered.”

You exchanged a smile, and headed out, waiting for Ben to bid a good night to his friends.

It was past midnight, but London was still busy, tonight more so than usual, as it was Halloween, and parties were still raging all over the town.

It was cold, despite your warm coat you shuddered as the frozen wind hit your cheeks. Ben tightened his hold on his own jacket too.

You seemed to be looking for a cab. But Ben didn’t want to go to the hotel. Not yet. Not when your hair shimmered under the golden light of lampposts, not when you looked so pretty with your colourful tie. Not when he felt so calm now that he was alone with you.

Just a few more minutes. He just wanted this to last for a few more minutes.

But why would you want that? With him? Jack was right. He was a coward. Had been for the last two years.

He thought about that stupid evening again, the one with the veranda, and the pizzas, and the confessions and…

He wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you everything…

He simply hoped you wouldn’t think less of him after he was done.

“Y/N?”

You turned to him, humming to let him know you were listening.

He had a crush on you. A stupid, all-consuming crush on you.

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of your features bathed in the golden light…

“Can we take a walk? I know you’re tired but I… I wanted to tell you something.”

You frowned a little. Ben seemed nervous, worried even. Whatever it was he wanted to tell you, it seemed important.

“Okay, if you’d like.”

“It won’t take long, I know you’re tired. But we’re close to the Thames, maybe we can…”

He let his words suspended in mid-air, but you nodded, offering him an encouraging smile.

“Sure! Sounds good!”

You took his arm when he offered it to you. You let him guide you across a couple of streets before you indeed reached the Thames. You could see the London Eye shining further down the banks, city lights glimmering on the turbulent waters.

You heard him taking a couple of deep breaths, but gave him all the time he needed.

“I… I don’t know why I wanted to tell you all this, it’s ridiculous,” he backed away, shaking his head. “This is ridiculous…”

You looked up at him with a small frown, head tilted to the side in wonder.

“This… it’s ridiculous, I’m sorry, Y/N. I… My stupid, idiotic brother he… he almost convinced me to talk about all this, and… I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, a warm smile on your lips. “You can tell me if you want to, or not. It’s alright.”

“It’s… about… my ex…”

“Yeah, I had guessed that.”

You gave him the warmest smile, and he was almost unafraid again. Almost…

“I… never talk about it, to be honest.”

“I had guessed that as well,” your smile widened a little, but it was still soft, gentle, enough to calm his nerves and make him want to spill it all out all over again.

He let out a chuckle.

“There’s no use to bore you with this… it’s none of your business anyway…”

But you frowned, and when he tried to walk again, you held him back.

“You… You can tell me if you want, or not, you choose,” you explained, choosing your words carefully. “I understand that this is difficult for you. But… I do care, Ben. I care about you. And if you want to talk about it with me, I will listen. Just like you listened to me. Just like you helped me. I’ll try to help you, if I can.”

“I don’t need help…”

“Sometimes, having someone to talk to, it’s already of great help.”

He heaved a sigh, running his hand through his dark hair.

Damn you… damn you and your gentle voice and your comforting tone.

You spotted a couple of benches a little further down, facing the water.

“Let’s take a seat,” you offered, and he nodded.

It was quiet. There were people passing by from time to time, but less so than in the streets around. Maybe it was the cold, drawing people away from a stride by the banks.

You both remained silent for a long time, sitting side by side on a cold bench. You were still holding onto his arm, gesture gentle and comforting. He calmed down, losing his gaze upon the many lights alit on the opposite shore. And the feeling of your hand holding onto his arm…

When he spoke, he barely noticed the words coming out of his mouth.

“We were engaged.”

You looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. A sad smile tugged at his lips.

“Julia and I, we were engaged. We were to get married three weeks later. I was so certain about this. I was so certain that I would spend my life with her, that she was the one. And then… it all just… crumbled.”

He cleared his throat, and you waited for him to go on. He didn’t look at you. He couldn’t. It was too hard.

“She slept with my best friend.”

You let out a gasp, eyes growing round.

“A classic, really,” Ben went on with a bitter, breathy chuckle. “And I didn’t notice anything. I was the worst idiot on Earth. It went on for months. Even before we got engaged. And I didn’t notice anything. The two people I trusted the most in the world outside my family… were sleeping together behind my back, and I noticed nothing.”

He shook his head, let out a long exhale.

“Paul and I had been friends since we were seven. And I thought… I never doubted that we would remain friends till the end. He was like family to me. And Julia… I…”

But he fell silent again, and this time it seemed too hard to start again, so you spoke gently instead.

“How did you find out?”

“Another classic. I came home early from a conference.”

“Damn…”

“Yeah…”

He heaved a sigh.

“I took it hard. Really hard. I’m… it just chattered everything, really. I think it just… broke too many things I was certain about all at once. I trusted them both, so much. And I never questioned her when she said she was working late, when she said she was out with friends… whatever alibi she used, I never questioned anything because I… I loved her. And I thought she loved me. And I trusted her too blindly. And Paul, of all people… Same thing, I trusted him too much to imagine he could do something like that. All of a sudden, all my plans for the next twenty years were shattered. I lost the two people I trusted blindly. And I just… lost it. I completely lost it. And the worst part is that… if they had simply come clean at the beginning, if… if nothing had happened between them, and Julia had broken up with me and they had started dating afterwards, I… I would have forgiven them. It would have hurt, but I wouldn’t have felt betrayed. I loved her enough to let her go. I loved them both enough to end up being happy for them if they loved each other. But they didn’t do that. Instead, they lied to me for months, and they just…”

His voice broke, his jaw clenched, and there was as much anger as there was pain in Ben’s eyes when he lowered his gaze.

“I just… I just closed up a lot after that. Because it was too painful, too risky to let people in. And as every single thing that I relied on in my life just collapsed I… I started planning things out a lot more. Silly things. My shrink of a father calls it ‘unhealthy coping mechanism’, and I know he’s right, but I felt better when I did it so… I started to settle more into habits and…”

He heaved a sigh, running a hand across his face. He seemed tired now, more than anything else. Impossibly tired…

“It was two years ago, I feel better now. But it’s still hard to talk about all this. And I know that I’m a little… too… strict and organized sometimes. I’m sorry about that. I’m trying to get back to normal, to a more balanced life but it’s tough.”

He turned to you, eyes glimmering with withheld tears, but he was determined not to let them fall. He gave you a shy, apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry if I’m annoying with all my lists and my… struggles with change. I’m trying to get better. You can tell me if I’m bothering you, I’ll make more efforts to not be so… annoying and uptight. Because, to be honest I… I don’t want you to find me annoying. I care about you too much for that now. I’ll change, if you want me to.”

He was surprised to see tears gather at the corner of your eyes, shimmering under the lamplights. He frowned a little, but he was even more taken aback when you wrapped your arms around him without any warning, and held him close.

He froze, unable to react, eyes round in surprise. It felt nice though. His heart was beating so damn fast…

“I don’t want you to change, Ben,” you breathed against his ear, and the feeling of your warm breath against his cheek made him tremble. “I get it. I’m so sorry something like that happened to you. But I… I don’t want you to change, it’s alright. I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel bad before. You can tell me if I make you uncomfortable, okay? I’ll slow down. I’m sorry, Ben.”

You tightened your hold on him a little more, and at last, he reciprocated your gesture and wrapped his arms around you as well.

“You… You’re sure? You don’t find me annoying?” he asked, voice weak and unbearably fragile.

You let out a chuckle, looking up at the sky to hold back your tears, but you failed.

“I find you extremely annoying,” you answered. “But I like it. You keep me on my toes. Besides, I know I annoy you to no end too. I guess it’s just our dynamic.”

He laughed, earnest and bright this time. Almost tender…

“That’s quite true. You’re insufferable.”

“See? I knew it.”

“I like it though. I like it when you annoy me. It’s endearing.”

“Same.”

You pulled away, hands still holding onto his arms, and he did the same. You stared into his dark eyes, a warm smile on your lips.

“You’re a good man, Ben. We all cope and get over whatever life throws at us in different ways, and with different paces. You should take your time. It must have been a lot to go through, a lot to take in. I don’t… Liam and I, it was completely different, but… I get that feeling of being completely… lost. Like all your plans have shattered and all of a sudden, this road you were so clearly following just vanishes and you don’t know where to go from there. I get that. It’s… it’s the hardest part for me too. That and… the loneliness of it.”

Ben nodded, and you could read in his eyes that he got it, that he knew what you meant. It was the first time that someone looked at you like that when talking about your divorce, and you actually believed them. No empty words of comfort. He understood, you knew he did…

You felt so much less lonely now, holding onto Ben’s arms this way, staring right into his dark eyes, the little puffs of his warm breath drawing white patterns into the cold air. Your eyes fell to his lips, a little reddened by the frozen night, but they looked soft and welcoming. Like they were calling for you. Calling for your own mouth… and you wanted to… you wanted to…

When you looked up again, Ben’s eyes were tender, soft, almost loving…

Merely ‘almost’ though?

Your breathing had quickened, your hold on his arms tightened as you stared into his eyes, these eyes you found unbearably attractive, magnetic, that seemed to have trapped your very soul…

And you wanted to…

The loud noise of glass shattering made you jump, broke the spell, made you look away.

Two drunk guys dressed as vampires stumbled out of a nearby alley, one of them had dropped his beer…

“We should go,” Ben spoke, voice deep, barely more than a whisper. “It’s late.”

You nodded, following him as he stood up and headed for the Tube and guided you to the right station.

“I’ll go to the National Gallery on Saturday morning,” you told him as you settled into an empty seat, waiting for the doors of the train to close.

He nodded, sitting by your side.

“I know. You said you wanted to.”

“Would you like to come with me?”

His smile widened, bright and luminous and able to light up the darkest of nights.

“Sure! How could I say no to a museum? Especially with you.”

There was so much fondness in his tone, you wondered if he too…

You shied away a little, the grin on your lips uncontrollable, and you hated yourself for feeling as giddy as a teenage girl all over again.

It felt nice though. When his knuckles brushed against the back of your hand because of how close you were sitting, and that he didn’t pull his fingers away, it felt unbearably nice.

When you were finally alone, in your hotel room, by yourself, pressing your back against the wooden door, lights still off, you let out a shaky breath, your palm pressed to your lips.

Damn… you were falling for Ben Barnes.

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Taglist : @reg-arcturus-black @sergeantbuckybarnes @wolfmoonmusic @kpicard @idek-what-to-put

[fitzs-space]

I absolutely love ur mer designs for Etho, Grian and our lovely sea monster ofc lol. Do you have any more in depth refs for their designs, id love to see more of how they look if possible! /nf ofc

only really had the couple rough sketches for their designs unfortunately! given its how I work with most of my stuff with just quick sketches like this. But I'll give the couple details I remember adding into their designs! Main notes will be I spent more time on Etho because I knew they'd be seen the most,, also that this this Is a default of how I've always drawn mermaids, with the whole dark eyes and covered in scales and fins, more siren esk in a sense.

with Etho the main things I remember adding is chancing the headband and gloves to be more like kelp being wrapped around/ braided, because In general I like drawing mermaid outfits with a more found object type vibe to them. the other main thing was intentionally giving them 9 fins in their design, 6 on the tail, 2 on their fourarms, and the one on the back. Cause I enjoy drawing Etho with the kitsune vibe. even though I;ve only ever drawn them with the full ears n tail like,, once or twice? who knows.

Also! points points, finally had an excuse to draw their tattoos!

only notes I really had for Grian was wanting him to have the rounded Fins cause feather vibes. and I never really looked up actual fish or animals when I draw quick designs, so I go off pure vibes and vague memory of what I think the animal looks like,,, and we end up with stuff like this.

and drew them with the void damage again! thought it would look pretty to have a tail and scales that looked like a void/spacelike. and It wouldn't have been a good colour pallet to have him in just pure red with the poncho and tail bein the same colour. I did also try the white hair too, even just being streaks like my s5 Ex design, but It wasn't really working out.

I looked at my old design of Xb and went, "what can I do to make this being even prettier." and here we are /hj the full sea monster style Is something only like five of the hermits would have seen, so its not a common thing. I'd like to think Xb also like triples in size when like this, but its hart to show that when its just a single character shot like this. the default Xb design I will use is the "just some guy" kinda thing with only a couple fishy details if you look close enough. the whole a couple scales around the eyes like freckles and a vague impression of gills that are mostly covered up buy the hoodie anyways. the third eye is something Xb always keeps closed, and is normally hidden behind bangs

yada yada, I draw my Xb design as a character who just does everything to act as "Just some guy" and not as a full on monster of the deep sea kind thing only other design notes would be me adding the runes into Xb's horns, cause I've got some random magics lore Ideas, and I've been meaning to also add some to Tango's design as well and I originally had drawn Xb's earrings as a way to match with Hypnos, forgot that I drew this one with just a teardrop,, but I know my Hypno design does have both a eye and a bell on his earrings. Silly reference to a cool fic that was a good chunk of inspiration to how I characterize my Xb

Idk, not as many thoughts behind these designs as I had in the ties comic, but still a couple none the less!

[dedicatednotobsessed]

Could i request a fluffy one-shot for Daemon please?

Baby needs cuddles from his lover reader. Set when he is still heir to the throne? They could talk about a future where she would be his queen.

Please and thank you 🥰❤️

Of course! For more Daemon/Matt + other HOTD character/actor requests, shoot one through my ask box 🖤 This is my first time doing Daemon so I hope you enjoy 🥰

The Rightful Heir [Daemon Targaryen x Reader]

Other HOTD stories [requests open]

Summary: Being a woman of Fleabottom, it is tough to survive. Growing up, all you knew was how to survive until you made your way to one of the finer brothels in the city. Day in and night out, you see various faces of men and women alike who pay you handsomely for your services although one that seems to stand out the most is the Rogue Prince, Daemon Targaryen. He treats you differently from other clients and he has always promised you a lavish life together….

Gif doesn’t belong to me 🖤

You hummed a sweet tune while sitting at your vanity, getting ready for another night. Your silky red slip was a gift from your most frequent, and your personal favorite client, Prince Daemon Targaryen. He was also known as Lord of Fleabottom in various parts of the streets of silk and one thing was true: every other girl in your brothel was envious that he was yours.

“You seem cheerful,” One of the girls spoke up and you turned to see Elyse who craved for the Rogue Prince’s attention.

“Oh, do not sound so envious,” You stated smirking. “I am sure someone would love your washed up cunt.”

Elyse’s face turned as red as her hair. “I do not even understand what he sees in you. I am far prettier than you.”

You laughed at the attempt of an insult although the Madame has even complimented on your beauty. “I do not only have the appearance,” You began looking back at your vanity. “But I also have the skills that you will never acquire.”

Elyse scoffed and turned to leave causing you to laugh once more. You knew it was silly to believe, but you always called Daemon your savior. You dreamed of a life with him, especially after he saved you from an aggressive client.

You remembered it so vividly, the way the Prince cut the man’s throat. “I would have cut his cock off, but his throat was closer,” You heard his voice in the back of your head.

Daemon Targaryen was not known as a gentle person amongst the criminals in Fleabottom; him and the gold cloaks had cleaned up the streets on multiple occasions. You were lucky enough to watch a few executions and being the one Daemon goes to, the blood still staining his skin.

“Five minutes, sweet ones!” Your Madame shrieked through each room as she passed. She reached your room, peeking through the silk curtains, a small smirk coming onto her lips. “Are you hoping for the Lord of Fleabottom to come visit you once more?”

“Who else does he visit?” You asked teasingly.

The Madame cackled at your cockiness. “The girls hope he asks for another to join the two of you.”

You waved your hand a bit before standing up. “I am all he needs.”

“If you insist, my sweet girl.”

You giggled while following the Madame towards the main room, also known as the show room. Most men and women could not simply wait to head for a more private room and spent time with others, on full display. There was no such thing as modesty when it came to the streets of silk.

You hummed lightly watching clients, men and women alike, come through and pick a woman of their choosing. Your eyes stayed on the door waiting for your dragon.

You suddenly stood up when you saw the familiar Targaryen silver hair although the smile left your face as fast as it appeared. You came closer and took his hand in yours. He seemed a bit angry and you knew how to calm him down.

“Let us go somewhere more private, my love,” You whispered in his ear before leading him toward your room.

You had your arms wrapped around his middle, the two of you bare under a thin sheet. Daemon was not gentle in the slightest, although you enjoyed how rough he was. You had never once asked him to be gentle...you just never thought you would enjoy being with him in such a rough way as you do.

"Are you ready to tell me what is on your mind, my prince?" You asked softly.

Daemon grunted a bit in response as he rubbed your back up and down lightly. He traced light circles on your back, his violet eyes on the ceiling. He pulled you closer to him, your breasts pressing lightly into his chest.

"My niece," He began after a moment with a sigh. "Once again begged my dear brother to name him his legitimate heir." He scoffed a bit at the thought of a woman on the Iron Throne. He never entertained the idea and he hoped his soft-hearted brother saw his view of it.

You pouted while lifting your head a bit. "Do you really believe he is going to name her heir?"

Daemon shook his head. "The throne can not go to a woman," He said with a small chuckle. "Seeing he is more than likely never going to have an heir...I am the next in line and I will sit on that throne with you by my side."

You stared at him, shocked. "And what about your wife, m-my prince?" You stumbled across your words. He seemed so bold on his decision.

Daemon chuckled. "Oh, my bronze bitch." He smirked at the name he had given his wife. "I would much rather fuck the prettier sheep in the Vale."

You scrunched up your nose a bit. "Well, I can only hope that I am prettier than those sheep."

Daemon looked over you, his eyes meeting yours as he lightly stroked your cheek with his thumb. "You are the prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes upon," He whispered and leaned down, kissing you deeply on the lips.

You smiled while returning his kiss, placing your hand over his. "I would love to one day become your Queen, My Prince."

Daemon smirked as he pulled you close to him once more, his lips moving down to your neck. You closed your eyes as soft moans passed your lips while he left trails of bites. His kisses moved back to your lips, his other hand trailing down your back.

You giggled feeling his hand over your bum. "Are you eager to go again, My Prince?"

He hummed, rubbing circles on your bum before nuzzling his face into your neck. "I want to stay like this for a little while," He mumbled, wrapping both of his arms around you to keep you close.

You smiled as your fingers tangled in his silver hair, letting out a content sigh. You knew it was only a dream to be his Queen with the kind of title you had, although he treated you as a Queen when you were alone. A dream could become a possibility and you could become his wife and when he takes his rightful seat on the Iron Throne, he will be King of the Seven Kingdoms and you will be his Queen.

[natasha-in-space]

Dance with Me

Jaehee/gn!reader;

Fooling around and kissing Jaehee in the rain. That's it, that's the plot.

You should've guessed Jaehee would sit you down for a major musical marathon on your long-awaited day off, especially during such rainy weather. Not that you minded, of course. You just found it a bit silly, how predictable she could be at times without even realizing. It was cute, how she genuinely thought you'd be all surprised, once she put on a musical you heard her rambling about a few times already, to the point where she practically spoiled the entirety of its storyline already. Of course, you acted like you've never heard anything about it. How could you not, when she would get such a huge giddy grin that just set your heart on fire?

Frankly, you would gladly rewatch a single scene of Zen running in the background for hours on end, if it would mean making her eyes sparkle like that.

Was that cheesy? Maybe. Did you care? Of course not.

You yawned, turning your head towards the window, while Jaehee went out to get you two more snacks. Owning a cafe did come with a few convenient perks, one of them being free snacks and sweets to indulge in without a care in the world. But, on a stormy day like this, it was way better to stay indoors and watch the raindrops drum away on the windows. You loved the rain. It was peaceful, in some sense. Especially on a hot summer day. Suddenly, an idea hit you. A somewhat reckless one, but you were willing to give it a shot regardless.

"Hey, Jaehee?" You called out to her, still staring out the window.

"Yeah?"

"Let's go out!"

You could hear her shuffle back towards the living room, a confused look on her features as she placed a new plate of leftover muffins onto the coffee table. "Where? It's pouring out there."

"I know that, silly." You gave her a lighthearted roll of your eyes, grabbing a spare muffin and taking a bite out of it. Lemon flavored. Tasty. "That's the entire point. Y'know, like that dancing scene we just watched. We could recreate it!"

A moment of silence followed, nothing but the sound of your chewing and the rain filling the room. You could practically see the gears in Jaehee's mind slowly turning to put the puzzle together. And, once she did, you were delighted to see her cheeks turning a bit darker shade than they were before.

"But, that's... Won't that be distracting? Besides, I'm-"

"I already know what's on your mind, and don't you even start that with me. You fit perfectly for the role. In fact, you're even prettier in my eyes!" You proclaimed proudly, stuffing the rest of the muffin into your mouth before leaping off of the couch and pulling her along with you. "C'mon! Iff'll bfe phun!"

She laughed along, seemingly deciding to humor your antics yet again. "At least chew down your muffin before you speak! I don't want you to choke!"

Ah, Jaehee Kang. The ever reliable voice of reason. You gave her a thumbs-up with your free hand, following her advice.

By the time you two finally got out of the apartment complex, the rain only grew heavier, instantly getting both of you soaked to the bone. Though, you didn't mind that whatsoever. After all, what fun would there be in playing in the rain without getting absolutely drenched?

You knew Jaehee was feeling a bit embarrassed, so it was up to you to get her to loosen up. So, you decided to just let go. Pretend like there was nobody else around except just her and you. Which... technically wasn't completely wrong, as there were barely any people out during such a heavy pour. You let go of her hand, twirling along happily like you were the main character of the very same musical that you two just watched. Except, you weren't nearly as elegant as him, which you got quickly reminded of, as your foot slipped in a nearby puddle, making you lose your balance with a tiny yelp.

Thankfully, though, a couple of rather sturdy hands caught you by the waist before you could tumble to your fate like an absolute dummy. You gasped as you glanced up at none other than Jaehee herself, staring down at you with wide brown eyes. Looks like she acted without even thinking. Quick reflexes. Is there anything she couldn't do?

"...You know, maybe I should start acting like a complete idiot more often if it means I can get you to catch me like that." You muttered, refusing to stand back up as you just admired the way her hair, wet from the rain, clung to her face. Some part of you wanted to reach up and brush it aside. Which you did. Grinning even further as you saw her cheeks flush bright red under your touch. Looks like you're not so bad at re-creating that scene after all. You'd say, this one was even better.

She steadied you, quickly taking a step back as she now fiddled with a strand of her hair right where you touched it seconds prior. God, she was so adorable, and she didn't even realize it.

"Don't be ridiculous... What if you'd sprain your ankle or something?" She murmured, not meeting your eyes. A fair argument indeed. Though, you just shrugged it off, taking a step closer.

"Well, you caught me, didn't you? I'm pretty sure falling for you is safe." You added that last part cheekily, quickly leaning in and placing a soft kiss on her lips, giggling as she gasped. "You know what other perks there are to playing in such heavy rain?"

She just stared back at you, her cheeks flushed. Oh, how you loved making her all flustered like that. Especially when she couldn't take her eyes off of you. Like you were the only thing she saw. "...What?"

"No one will see us doing this."

And with that, you pulled her in for another kiss, your bodies melting together and keeping each other warm even despite the rain pouring down around you. This was definitely way better than the musical.

[the-one-that-weeps]

I'm going to pretend I'm so original with this hold on

Reishi, Karin, Hozuki and Kotori for the bingo. Have fun >:D

I lied I'm actually so glad I can gush about them-

Contrary to popular belief, Reishi is not my favourite out of kwko. I do, however, think about him a lot, and I feel like I have him figured out the most. I PERCEIVE HIM. He's not my main traumadoll but I he is scarily close and every day he gets closer. I almost wish he didn't exist but he's so fun I can't possibly say that-

Funnily enough, even though I'm also very attached to Karin, I'm attached to her in a very different way in contrast to the other characters. We have a bond (she wouldn't notice me in a bare white room where only I stand) and I used to have a whole page dedicated to her shrine in my notebook. I want to pet Akari, I want to pat Reishi on the head and hug Maki. I want to BITE INTO KARIN. IT IS A NEED.

I swear if ever become like one of those "wrof wrof bark bark bark" commenters below pics of old men on Pinterest (God forbid) it'll be because of her. I am not okay about her. If I weren't aroace she'd probably be the reason I'd consider myself sapphic. She's my muse and I want to devour her like a bear. /silly (lore wise AND character design wise. Both are good.)

Please lord forgive me for I have sinned (I haven't thought about Hozuki much). I really enjoy silly mentors like Hozuki too, which makes it extra embarrassing. Alas, npc struggles, Hozuki's is a walking spoiler 😔

Speaking of walking spoilers. My beloved <3. Why are all the npcs prettier than the main characters.

Jokes aside, I absolutely adore Kotori and her place in the lore. I could gush about her dynamic with Suzuka for hours (downside: only keysmashes). She's so silly and she's so me.

[merveiilles]

⋆˚  ✧. ┊┊ HINATA.HYUGA;;

HOTTEST OF HOT TAKES- IM SORRY BUT HOT TAKE! My version of Hinata does not have long hair in shippu.den. She has a bob cut- as seen in my silly little edit I made. I always loved short hair on Hinata, and I'm bias for short hair, having it myself lmao I just think it looks so much more prettier on her. Also, I probably stated this before. But a refresher that my hinata doesn't have a big chest. She have smaller to average size- so probably a B-Cup or a C-cup. NONE OF THAT "SHY GIRL WITH BIG-CHEST IS THE MAIN CHARACTER'S LOVE INTEREST" TROPE THAT THEY WENT WITH. Sorry, that trope is a pet peeve. No offense to anyone who is shy with a big chest. I have friends who have custom bras. NONETHELESS! Long story short. My Hinata's shipp.uden era has a bob-cut and overall has a small to average chest. Because fuck the male writers making her fanservice. thank you 💕

also, I share a birthday with Kishi.moto. this gives me more rights to do what i want with my favourite character since 2007. fight me. /jkjk don't fight me I'm fragile and sensitive.

[gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot]

Fable 3, fuck Logan, lil bitch

Game: do u want to be Prince or Princess?

Me: I'd like to be the third secret sex

Game: what?

Me: THE MAIN CHARACTER

Game: y-yes that's-

Me: WHO GONNA SAVE THE WORLD

Game: that's what the sex-

Me: gotta go girl, boys are so obvious, he's gonna be all proper

Game: have u ever met a man...?

Me: girls are so badass, just look at Buffy

Game:...

Me:...

"Ready to see my man... the bastard Reaver"

"Damn, the city sure got bigger in like 20? Years"

"The hen tried to fly but couldn't but they can actually fly so we were all lied to"

"Damn, children working..."

"I cant remember this part of my castle"

"Holy shit it's fucking huge omg"

"Hehe that's what she said"

"That feather had plans"

"Ew look at that hat"

"Damn my dog could've been prettier"

"Pff, do u wanna look princess-y or cool"

"Obviously I'm picking the short and movable one"

"I fucking LOVE Jasper"

"I'm standing still, I wanna hear his comments to it"

"What happens if I try to leave in my pjs"

"He just went 'are u sure?' "

"Damn, he just threw a word at me that idk what means, but I think its like 'silly' "

"I look so pretty- wtf is that hair?"

"Jasper said avoid my brother, but what kind of sister would I be if I did?"

"I'm glad the princess can talk"

"Lmao I just had like the most gangsta handshake with a guard love it"

"I'm so happy I get to pet my dog, not a fan of how she sounds tho"

"Oh wait, I think maybe since I'm playing 3rd on xbox one, but did the 2nd on 360, maybe I won't have the queen but default king..."

"I'm just walking around shaking people's hands"

"Elliot is such a.... name, and- wait... who's gonna be the girl if I'm playing as him???"

"Next time..."

"I will be EVIL and idk why that's a guy"

"Hohoho I kissed the man"

"The city doesn't look like my city :( or... are we not in bowerstone, was that the name? Jesus, I've played the 2nd game for so long and I've forgotten"

"I love we're holding hands"

"I love Walter"

"Oh no my Prince, he ran away"

Walter: I want u to fight me, like your life dependent on it

Me: wow, that doesn't sound like a tutorial at all

"I'm gonna fuck up the buttons"

"Hell ye I did not"

"Damn, thought I should end the game here so I could sleep, but apparently you can't until a spesific place in the game... oh nooo, I have to do my fave hobby? Terrible:)"

"Running with my bois<3"

"There were NOT this many doors in my castle"

"The default is king :/"

"Imo king is so vanilla, like you don't give the same respect as a queen"

"All my hard work of being a queen just gone"

"Basically next time I'm doing it all on xbox one"

"Right, war room"

"Listening in"

"Damn, I'd be upset too if I was Logan, if I had that haircut"

"Oh, same throne at least"

"Ah... here comes the choice"

"Well, as the queen... I'm a good person... until I charge rent ofc haha"

"Bye baby :("

"He loves me😭"

"My MOTHER'S daughter, thank u very much"

Game: the hero was your dad

Me: what was that?

Game: I said the her-

Me: sounded like the wind

Game: tHE HE-

Me: whatever it was, it was saying bs... I miss my queen

Game: u know what? Fuck it.

"Run run run- Where's my dog btw?"

"Oh nevermind"

"Ugh, we're gonna look at the imposter, the king"

"I mean technically, Reaver IS a hero, he's just a bad one"

"Did Logan also go through the whole grab seal, end up in front of Theresa?"

"The seer of the SPIRE???"

"The queen would've fucking whipped Logan's ass if she knew"

"I'm sensing the fanfic energy... not from that Logan thing but for Reaver"

"I'm such a simp"

"For these terrible men...

"And my queen"

"You guided my MOTHER"

"What does Theresa even do in her spare time? I bet she crochets"

"I got a glove that let's me use magic... can anyone say Link? Cuz im getting Link vibes"

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, STOP RUNNING IN MY WAY, YA BASTARD DOG"

"Do I get to name my hero? Or am I cursed to see 'hero' every time she speaks?"

"Do I get to name my dog?"

"Isn't the dog supposed bark when there's treasure close by? Cuz I only found that key cuz of my own memory"

"Jasper is scared of bats, he'd make a terrible batman"

Walter: did u see that Jasper???

Jasper: indeed your MOTHER would've been very proud

"Why can't I run"

"Did the queen make these tunnels?"

"What happens if I don't buy the castle in the second game?"

"Can I slut around in this game too?"

"Like mother like daughter, or is it like daughter like mother? I honestly don't know"

"What's with the gift in the symbol in the corner?"

"Thought all the transportation gates were all gone, I'm pretty sure I'm on one"

"Oh wow, look at all that winter. Just like norway"

"I can make friends by shaking hands"

"I'm gonna make everyone love me with how great I am with my hands"

"For handshakes, I meant handshakes"

"I forgot I had to go back to sanctuary to change, which is much better than just changing out into the open imo"

"Oh hell yea! Look at all those gifts!"

"Bleh the outfit is... yeah"

"Dog potion? For what?

"Pink poodle"

"Doberman"

"White poodle... who wants a poodle?"

"Clockwork dog potion??? What does that even mean???"

"Setter dog potion??? What"

"Five star dog potion...?"

"That's all the gifts, i wanted a gift for myself"

"AWW I GOING WITH ALSATIAN DOG, LOOKS LIKE A GERMAN SHEPHERD OMG"

"I CAN NAME THE DOG"

"should be something fun-.... hehe"

"Betcha u can guess"

"I'm giving 10 coins to everyone, I have 129 left"

"Damn, 20coins left"

"Gotta talk to the man with the small fish name"

"What are those jester shoes"

"My mom, the queen, was busy for like 20 or something years..."

"Oh! I'm getting more gifts!"

"They better be for me istg"

"I went into a sink hole water thing and found a wedding ring"

"I think a fish is proposing to me"

"Ooo, dye"

"Are all my packages dye?"

"Tattoo set, nothing says rebel as much as this, I just got out of the castle"

"Bushy hairstyle"

"Bowerstone soldier uniform...???"

"Yule costume lmao"

"Silly outfits, dye and hair types, oh and that tattoo set"

"Out to explore more!"

[spaceymarz]

[SPOILER ALERT: Mask Girl all episodes]

TW: rape

i'm almost done with episode 2, and i already completely regret starting Mask Girl. i fell head over heels in love with Mo-mi immediately.

she's so GIRLY POP! i relate so hard to her delusional crush on her boss, and her keeping her passion an online secret because no one irl would get her the way the internet does. i also stupidly let "Handsome Monk" get my hopes up, and thought he was a genuinely nice guy she could have a real romance with, especially after the disaster tornado that was Mr. Park. the way he spoke about her beauty — claiming that he was from the US and telling her that she fit the beauty standard here more — all made sense to me, because that's genuinely how i think about her. while Mo-mi is obviously supposed to be an "ugly" character, i think her face is genuinely beautiful in a high fashion, Vogue kind of way, and all of the characters in this show just aren't the girls that get it!! it has become clear to me, though, that the show creators did not intend for me to find her face as beautiful, especially since i looked up the actress and discovered that she actually has an entirely diffrent, "prettier" face irl.

so obviously Hamdsome Monk is no longer an option, and i want Mo-mi to stay far far away from Mr.Park, i thought Ju Ohnam might be our real prince. AND I WAS IMMEDIATELY PROVEN HORRIBLY WRONG! i know that i shouldn't have hoped for even a second that my lovely angel Mo-mi would end up with that disgusting incel porn addict weeaboo slime monster, but i was DESPERATE 😭 i though this might be a circumstance of the very DCOM cliche of "loser girl chases popular guys just to realize that her real male lead was the loser boy who was right beside her the whole time", but no, of course not! i guess the way he accepted her with her true face, comforted her when she needed support, daydrempt of professing his love to her (albiet, the daydream ended in a public blowjob), and KILLED A MAN AND HID THE BODY FOR HER made me forget about the flaming hot red flag that is the creepy ass sex doll he keeps in his house apartment and pretends is his Japanese girlfriend (?)

before i started watching Ep2 i looked up the ending, because i could already tell that my precious Mo-mi was a character doomed by the narrative, and discovered that she fucking dies in the end, GREAT! usually if i'm not in the mood to be traumatized by a K-drama, i just won't watch it, but atp i was already too attached to Kim Mo-mi to only get to see her in one episode. again, i regret my decision to keep watching this show as i lay in bed writing this to procrastinate getting through the rest of the rape scene. in my research, i did accidentally find out that Mo-mi murders Ohnam after this tho so i guess that will make me feel slightly better.

moral of the story: i might write Mask Girl fanfiction where Handsome Monk is actually a nice person and Mo-mi gets to be the main character in a cute, silly, stupid rom-com, instead of the cinematic tragedy that is Mask Girl.

[bq1moon]

can I hear about some of your ocs 🙏🙏 (whatever ones you wanna talk about)

oc information #1 - vampire stuff 🦇

context here -> Masterlist

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Edmund

age: 153

height: 6’2ft

birthday: unknown

if you couldn’t guess by his age, Edmund is the vampire!!he’s very quiet and doesn’t understand (or rather, remember) how to interact with people. he attempts to be normal around the servants, worrying that otherwise they’ll leave him.

he doesn’t seem to have any hobbies or interests, and spends most of his time wandering around the manor. his favourite food is pig’s blood, but he enjoys blood from any farm animal. he reckons it’s because they’re better fed than an animal in the wild, so their blood has more nutrients.

Lars

age: 26

height: 6'ft

birthday: january 6th

Lars is one of the three servants, and even know he’s known the other two for a few years, he doesn’t get on too well with them (he thinks they’re too silly). he takes his responsibilities very seriously, and values work above anything else.

the only thing he enjoys other than work is reading, which he likes to do during the evenings when the day’s work is done. he doesn’t have any favourite foods, but has a particular dislike for anything sweet.

he has a gun because he goes out and hunts for Edmund, and the eyepatch is a fun mystery that will be revealed later ;)

Mark

age: 23

height: 5’8ft

birthday: november 14th

Mark is the most relaxed out of the three servants, never particularly bothered about completing tasks quickly. he used to dream about becoming a poet, and has a great appreciation for nature and wildlife. Lars finds him overly optimistic and too much of a dreamer.

he still enjoys writing, and does it whenever he can, but also prides himself in being the main cook of the house. he prefers not to pick favourites in anything, but clearly enjoys his cooking over anything made at the local market.

Lilian

age: 21

height: 5’6

birthday: december 11th

Lilian has more energy than the other three combined, and loves nothing more than to chat. but she’s still a hard worker - the house is never anything less than spotless. her and Mark seem to spend a lot of time together, and are rather close.

she enjoys decorating things to make them look ‘prettier’ and aims to make each room look presentable at all times. she’s strangely fond of porridge with a large dose of sugar, her favourite meal being breakfast.

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picrew here:

here we go!! thanks for the ask, i hope you like these four as much as i do. i apologise for the story name, it’s a wip and i’m terrible with naming stories. in fact, if anyone has any suggestions i’d be very grateful.

i’ll be posting the characters from my other story in a separate post, just to prevent this one from being too long/confusing.

let me know if you guys have any questions about these four :)

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[butmakeitgayblog]

Say any of your Lexas does that little shimmy while trying on a dress (a much prettier one). What’s Clarkes reaction? Coz i’m melting in a puddle here with how cute she is

Well like I said before the main one I really see giving this a try woukd be CoA Lexa. She's much more of a lounge wear girl to begin with, the idea of uncomfortable fashion is just beyond her. Why humans purposefully make themselves uncomfortable is kind of just puzzling because it's like... they have these perfectly fine bodies in all these interesting and unique, wonderful shapes, and then they do all these bizarre things to make them look different 🤨. But on the other hand she does enjoy the way tight pants and high heels make her ass pop and she really really enjoys the way tighter tops make Clarke's breasts look, so... like... fine. Everything has its place she supposes.

So in a rare time when Clarke manages to wrangle her into a boutique to try on some fancier numbers - things to wear for nights out, to fundraising galas, to these apparent mystical special events that they may need to go to in the future that Lexa calmly asks her to give examples of, yet she can't seem to come up with a single reasonable answer to beyond, "Baby? Oh my God. Shush, and just go with it" - that would be when she'd go about trying things like that on.

And it is fun for what it is. She kind of feels like a barbie, trading out jeans and t shirts for sparkling gowns and silky dresses. The best part of it all tho honestly is getting Clarke's reaction to everything. Seeing her excitement, her frowns of "ooo, no. No not that one" while turning her back around, and the many unexpected looks of heated desire when she'd step out. It's fun to just be silly about it instead of the anxious mess she can sometimes be, because when she lets loose, those are the times Clarke seems to light up the most. So yeah, in a moment playfulness it'd be a thoughtless thing to wiggle her butt just to delight at the way the whole front end of the shop lit up in tiny speckles of rainbow. But more than anything, catching the pure, unadulterated fondness of Clarke's smile in the reflection behind her would make it worth while. Because those were the moments she lived for; why falling never felt like a mistake. They were the moments when the real depth of Clarke's love always shined through without her even knowing it.

All because the little nerd wiggled her butt in a shiny dress