#cosplaying out in the wild is so fun

[inky125]

"We're thieves, in a world that don't want us no more"

Quick Arthur outfit for a Halloween hike I went to 🦌

I had a single dull pencil with no sharpener, and a dream 😭 so I did what I could to doodle something quick while everyone took their photos

No face reveal for now!

[cerealmonster15]

i started playing persona 5 like a year ago or something but i'm really really really slow at only play a little every month or so , so like over time like a buuunch of ppl i follow keep picking up the game and zooming way past where i am which keeps giving me this weird disconnect of whatever tf akechi has going on bc i personally kept forgetting he existed til he was suddenly appearing on screen but i keep seeing like ten billion posts of him and joker like

but so far the very few interactions i remember having w/him have all been like

this is not the same guy i see in the fanart. i have not met that guy yet. whens he gonna go freak mode (dont answer that)

[hirazuki]

Day 2! Lots of fun with Kimblee, a surprising amount of people were really excited to see him XD (it's also kind of funny that the building fire that happened next door occurred while I was wearing him >.>)

Met up with a bunch of homunculi for some photos and then hung out at a bar for more photos food; Envy and Greed had a little worm!Envy with them and it was SO CUTE 😭😭😭

And then went as Zenos to the Final Fantasy concert -- I've been to Distant Worlds several times, but this was my first time going to A New World; it was soooo beautiful. The musicians and the conductor were clearly enjoying themselves so much too, their arrangements were gorgeous and their ending piece was hilarious.

I'm so used to seeing FFVII dominating the cosplay scene at these things, but there were so many FFXIV cosplayers at this one! Everyone looked amazing; Fandaniel nearly leaping over the seats once he spotted me way in the back made my evening 😂

[conspicuous-clown-car]

holy fucking shit

i have 3 concerts to go to now, one is early august, one is a week before a 3 day con and the last i have to wake up at 6 am the DAY after the con to catch a flight to fuckin texas so i can camp out for the pit, which ive never done before and im kinda nervous about.

plus side is ill finally be meeting a really good long time friend of mine i met online in middle school!!!! im so excited AAAAAAAAA!!!!

[waynes-multiverse]

Florida!!!

Summary: One fishy monster hunt, one sweaty afternoon at the beach, and one innocent popsicle – Florida is fucking hell for Dean.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: +18 language and smut in the form of dirty fantasies, severe pining, one idiot in love, humor, Florida, one popsicle, unresolved ending & feelings

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: My entry for @chevroletdean's 500 Follower Celebration! Congrats again, lovely, and thank you so much for hosting this challenge and creating this awesome moodboard!! I was immediately inspired (and have wanted to write something set in Florida for an eternity). This was perfect and so much fun! 💛🧡🩵

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Florida can eat his ass.

Dean’s decided this at least seventeen times today. He has known this little fact since the first time he set foot here at nineteen, chasing a ghoul through backyards full of pink lawn flamingos and chainlink fences.

And Dean doesn’t mean the good kind of eating ass, either. Nope, he means the swamp-ass, sunburned, get-mauled-by-an-alligator kind.

Because no matter how pretty the scenery looks – sugar-powder beaches and sea-glass tides, slats of the boardwalk bleached bone-white under a honeyed sky – the whole damn state feels cursed.

It’s humid enough to drown standing still, and the sand sticks to everything, including parts of him he’s not ready to confront.

And between the humidity thicker than chowder and the scent of fried seafood and moldy flip-flops lingering like a bad decision, every drone-sized mosquito here is carrying at least three diseases and a vendetta. The crime rate also looks like a Mad Libs page: “Florida Man assaults alligator while wearing tutu and high on bath salts.”

It’s too hot, too wet, and too damn weird and crazy. Every breath here tastes like sweat, regret, and a hint of swamp water.

Florida’s not even a real fucking state. Can’t be.

Dean’s convinced it’s a bad trip someone had in the ‘70s that somehow got voted into the union. The sun feels less like it’s shining and more like it’s attacking. Everyone’s either a retiree, a guy named Skip with a neck tattoo of a flaming dice, or some batshit meth-head who thinks they saw Bigfoot behind the Waffle House.

Dean hates it with every fiber of his being. Florida is Satan’s back porch.

And now, thanks to a string of weird drownings at a no-name beach town outside Destin, Dean is trapped in the sweaty armpit of the country, baking alive in jeans, while trying very hard not to stare at you.

Which is impossible.

Because you’re right next to him in a little turquoise lounge chair and a skimpy bikini the color of wild citrus – or tangerine, maybe. You hum a little tune – that stupid Weezer song that only plays on the radio during summer. You kick your feet lazily in the sun, flashing him a smile so bright he’s pretty sure it could get him legally blinded.

The bikini strings are tied in neat bows at your hips, a popsicle melting bright mango-orange between your fingers, and you’re working the thing over like it owes you goddamn money with the most sinful mouth he’s ever had the misfortune of knowing.

All tanned legs and unapologetic sunshine. A vision of temptation under the molten saffron sun.

Dean sweats. Internally and externally. Better than that: He is cooked. Absolutely fried. Every casual motion of yours is branding itself into his frontal lobe forever.

Your tongue flickers out again – pink and wet and glistening – smoothing a drip from the rounded tip, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re currently starring in every X-rated daydream Dean’s ever had.

His vision whites out at the edges.

You hum absently, flipping through the manila folder in your lap. Your voice floats over, sweet as saltwater taffy. “So,” you say, casual and sunny, “are we thinking mer-creature, or like, a shapeshifter with a thing for boats and aquatic cosplay? Or what if it’s a water demon? Like a kelpie, but more murdery?”

Dean makes a strangled sound that’s supposed to be a word but comes out more like a dog’s dying whimper.

You blink at him. Tilt your head. Wait.

Dean clears his throat. “Yeah. Mer-thing. Whatever.”

“Or,” you muse aloud, tongue darting out again to lap at a drip, “maybe it’s like–… like a water wraith? Something that sucks the breath outta your lungs?”

You pop the popsicle out of your mouth with an obscene little smack. Dean’s mouth works soundlessly. Because all he can imagine is you on your knees, tongue slick against him, big eyes wide and innocent while you–

Focus, he barks at himself. For the love of fucking God, focus, Winchester.

Dean swallows hard, dragging his eyes off your mouth and back down to the battered folder in your lap.

This isn’t normal. He’s doomed. Maybe even cursed.

Yeah, that’s gotta be it. He’s probably been hit with a lust spell. Florida is full of weird shit, right? That would explain why he’s three seconds away from dropping to his knees and offering to be your loyal, desperate, sunburnt servant.

But then again, this isn’t entirely new either.

You’ve been driving him nuts for goddamn years. Laughing too loud at his dumb jokes. Sitting too close in motel beds when you both casually watch movies. Calling him Winchester in that honeyed voice that makes him feel like he’s being dared to fuck up and kiss you.

And still, he’s always been good. Good at pretending. Good at stuffing all that want somewhere deep under rib and bone and battered leather jackets.

But this? This is fucking torture. This is some bikini-clad Greek tragedy, starring one dumbass in boots on a beach who can’t stop fantasizing about licking saltwater off your thighs.

He should be thinking about the case. About that water-witch or whatever the fuck they are hunting this time. He should be thinking about hex bags and salt rounds, not about how your bikini bottoms ride up just a little when you stretch your arms over your head–

Stop it!

You lean forward to show him something on a photocopied page and tap a newspaper clipping about the latest victim – some unlucky fisherman who swore he saw a “golden-scaled woman” before getting dragged into the shallows.

But the little bow at your hip shifts, skin glinting like bronzed sugar under the clear sky. Dean makes a small, wounded noise in his throat, and his brain immediately supplies another vivid fantasy:

You perched in his lap, that bow coming untied with a lazy pull of his fingers, your thighs slick and hot against him, the ocean thundering in the tropical background while you ride him so slow it borders on a religious experience.

He blinks against the burning sun, feels himself slipping again, heat and blood rushing downward. The image hits him so hard he has to adjust himself in his jeans, subtle as a heart attack.

His dick twitches miserably.

He slouches lower, trying to think of anything not filthy – taxes, Sam’s hair care routine, the time Bobby caught him naked in the kitchen with a meatball sub – but it’s useless.

“Dean? You even listening?” you ask, laughing, poking his leg with your sandy toes.

Dean grunts something noncommittal that might be English, jaw clenched so tight he’s surprised his teeth don’t shatter. He tries to answer. Really, he does. But the words get bottlenecked behind the visual of you dragging your tongue slowly up the side of the melting treat.

You bite your lip, thoughtful, tapping the end of the popsicle stick against your mouth. “Maybe it’s something worse,” you continue. “Like a siren who doesn’t seduce you to death, just… I dunno. Sucks you off and leaves you floating.”

Dean’s soul physically leaves his body.

You tilt your head, grinning wickedly. “You want me to suck you off too, Dean?”

Time freezes. The ocean quiets. The gulls still midair. Dean’s pulse slams loud and dizzy in his ears. His world narrows to you, your suntanned legs, the glint of sea-salt crystals on your skin, your bright and glistening mango lips.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You just–

Did you–

He stares at you, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Huh? What?” he croaks, voice pitched embarrassingly high.

You blink at him, then repeat – slowly, sweetly, “I said: Should we check if it sucks the breath outta people like a leech?”

“Uh, yeah,” he croaks. “Suckin’. Life. Outta dudes. Totally.”

You stare at him a second longer, suspicious, before shrugging and going back to the file.

Dean exhales, trying to will his hard-on into submission through sheer force of shame. You’re systematically dismantling his ability to think in complete sentences. His entire brain is on fire.

His internal organs shut down one by one. He drops his head back against the lounge chair, squeezing his green eyes shut. He is too old, too tired, and too desperately in love with you for this shit.

The sun beats down, hot and merciless, painting everything in shades of clementine and burning copper. Apricot umbrellas dot the beach like slices of candy. The ocean blinks lazy and endless, a rolling quilt of bottle-green and blue-fire sapphire. Seagulls wheel overhead, shrieking insults.

Dean’s mind drifts again.

He imagines dragging you down into the frothy surf, your hands curling into his hair, your giggles swallowed by the sea.

He imagines you mouthing at his jeans, impatient and greedy, while the sun sets behind you in a tangle of electric clementine and bruised lapis skies.

He imagines you kneeling between his legs, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock like you’re taste-testing it, humming around him, sweet and filthy and happy about it.

He imagines you under the boardwalk, hips rocking against his like the waves, bikini strings snapping loose with frantic fingers.

He imagines you bent over the hood of the Impala, bikini tangled around your ankles, hands bracing against the hot metal while he rails you like a man possessed.

He imagines your thighs caging his head, that same lazy, teasing look on your face, and him savoring your taste of sugar and salt and heat, while the whole crazy, humid, goddamn state of Florida spins off its axis.

“You’re quiet,” you chirp, tossing a sideways glance at him. “Florida getting to you?”

Dean clears his throat, gruff. “Yeah. Somethin’ like that, sweetheart.”

You raise your sunglasses, peeking at him over the frames. “You know, Winchester, you’re the only guy on this beach dressed like he’s about to sell used beach towels out of the back of a van."

Dean frowns, looking down at himself: worn boots, jeans, his favorite faded black tee with a sun-bleached flannel thrown over it. Practical. Battle-tested. Entirely inappropriate for beachside Florida.

“First of all,” he says, lifting a finger, “this is classic Americana ruggedness. Chicks dig it.”

You lean your head back and laugh, all bright and cruel. “You’re sweating through your ‘Americana ruggedness.’”

Dean scowls, dripping like a busted fire hydrant. “I told you. I’m not gonna wear fucking board shorts like all the other frat boy idiots here.”

You laugh again, the sound bright as bells, and Dean’s heart trips hard enough to hurt.

“You’re gonna die of heatstroke,” you tease. “Right here. Buried in Florida sand. Some old lady’s gonna find your corpse and knit you a ‘Bless Your Heart’ sweater.”

He snorts a chuckle. “I’ll haunt this beach just to piss you off.”

“Promise?” you ask, giving him a cheeky wink.

Dean is about five minutes away from lighting himself on fire. And honestly? Florida would probably consider it normal Tuesday behavior.

Your gaze drifts out to the ocean beyond your feet and sandy calves with a blissful little sigh. “It’s kinda pretty, though, isn’t it?”

Dean looks at you – skin kissed by flame-petals and sunset sugar, hair blowing soft in the briny breeze, popsicle stick clutched between your fingers like a crime scene weapon.

Yeah. Pretty.

Pretty much the goddamn end of him.

“Victim said he saw orange,” you murmur thoughtfully. “Bright, like-… like a koi? A clownfish?”

Dean is about to make a dumb Finding Nemo joke when you lick a bead of melted popsicle off your wrist, slow and absentminded.

And all Dean wants is to dig a hole right here in the sugar-white sand and bury himself alive in this cursed, gator-infested sandpit.

“Dean?”

He snaps back to reality so hard he gets whiplash. “What?” he wheezes.

You arch an eyebrow. “I said, should we check the tide charts? Maybe the creature only comes out during low tide.”

Dean coughs into his fist, face hotter than the sun overhead. “Uh, sure. Tide charts. Definitely. Research.”

But all he can think about is those legs locked around his waist, sand clinging to your thighs as he fucks you into the waves. You moaning into his neck, salty and sweet, fingers yanking at his shirt like you can’t stand to have him dressed another second.

You nibble at the edge of the popsicle, teeth scraping the melting mango sheen, and Dean watches helplessly as a single sticky bead runs down your wrist.

He fantasizes about leaning over, licking it off your skin, trailing his mouth up your arm to your shoulder, your throat, your mouth. He imagines you gasping against him, laughing breathless.

He fantasizes about hauling you out of that chair and onto his lap, mouth on yours, sticky hands sliding under the knot of your bikini top, tugging until you’re bared for him and only him, sunshine turning your skin to gold, and–

Greatly frustrated, Dean runs a hand down his freckled face. Why the fuck can’t he bring himself to stop? You’re unraveling him atom by atom.

But then, the fucking frozen treat drips again, and you lean forward to catch it with your mouth, lips wrapping tight around the end. Dean watches you hollow your cheeks slightly when you suck, head tilted thoughtfully like you’re considering footnotes and not absolutely wrecking his entire being. You pull the melting syrup back again with a soft, wet pop.

At this point, he wants to fucking throw himself into the ocean and let the sharks tear him apart like Hellhounds. He’s pretty sure his soul leaves his body, too.

He grips the arms of his chair so hard they creak in protest, knuckles turning white as he’s trying to tether himself to reality and not his fantasies.

Florida is hell.

You are hell.

And he’s a good man being punished for crimes he hasn’t even committed yet.

Dean shifts in his chair, crossing one leg over the other like that’ll hide the state of emergency going on in his jeans. He’s surprised no one here has asked any questions yet or called fucking 911.

Meanwhile, the world keeps spinning. The ocean rolls in lazy, glassy sheets of turquoise and teal. The sun licks liquid gold down your shoulders. The salt air curls the loose strands of your hair into a halo. And Dean – miserable, desperate, wildly in love – watches you polish off the last inch of your popsicle, tongue flicking the stick clean.

“Earth to Dean,” you sing-song, waving a hand in front of his face and kicking sand lightly at his boots.

Dean jerks back into consciousness. “Yeah?”

“Should we check out the marina witnesses after this?” you ask, tossing your popsicle stick into the trash bucket next to your chair.

Before he can say something catastrophic (like “Marry me right now” or “Please put your mouth on me, I'm begging”), Sam comes jogging up the beach, waving his phone like a savior in flannel.

“Got a lead! Marina worker said he saw something with gills and claws dragging people under.”

Dean launches out of his chair like his ass is on fire. A man escaping execution.

“Awesome. Let’s roll!” he barks, voice too loud and way too eager.

You tuck your notes into your beach bag and sling it over your shoulder, grinning wide and bright as the sunset. The same grin that ruined him long before the bikini did.

You hop up beside him, laughing, brushing sand off your thighs with maddening slow sweeps, and Dean bites back a groan so hard it nearly gives him a hernia.

“You sure you’re okay, Winchester?” you ask, teasing. “You looked like you were about to pass out there for a second.”

“I’m great,” Dean lies, voice strangled, letting the sun melt him into roadkill. “Peachy.”

“You sure? Seriously, you’re a walking heatstroke PSA,” you quip, hip-bumping him lightly as you fall into step beside him.

Dean coughs. “'M fine, sweetheart. Just… dehydration. And Florida. And mermaid murder.”

As you brush past him, the smell of your sunscreen and coconut shampoo punch him square in the gut. Dean follows, trying very, very hard not to watch the way your hips sway like you own the whole damn coastline.

He thinks about how easy it would be to slip his arm around your waist, how natural it would feel to lean in, to kiss you like he’s wanted to for years. Instead, he shoves his hands deep into his jeans pockets and marches grimly through the sand, already planning a quick, ice-cold shower and about eight beers after this job’s done.

Yeah, Florida is one hell of a drug, but you’re the one that fucked him up.

Okay, I may have had way too much fun with torturing Dean here. Forgive me, guys 😂☀️🏝️

Hope you enjoyed this one! 🩵

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[revelboo]

Found out about the Blokees figures cause of you and my first blind box came in the mail today. I ended up making a bunch of high pitched noises at getting Ultra Magnus, since I wanted him the most out of the set. Super fun to put together, thank you so much for all your writings and showing off your own figures :]

He’s adorable!

The Conversation Pt 5

Ultra Magnus x Reader

• Stunned absolutely speechless when you just drape yourself against him, stretching up to loop your arms around his neck, he can only stare at you. Did your brain get scrambled when you got pulled over? And then you’re reaching for his face and he has to catch your wrist to stop you. “I don’t want to do anything to you,” he says, because this definitely isn’t how any of the other humans acted. You must be broken and he has no idea how to deal with this.

• Some dream. “Figures,” you grumble, tugging to try and get loose. And little things that have been nagging at you the whole time start clamoring in the back of your mind. The unyielding feel of his servos shackling your wrist. The warmth of him against you. The way when he vents it stirs your hair and- holy crap. You’re not dreaming or hallucinating. Staring into those red optics, you’re aware of a weird sound and it takes your brain a moment to realize you’re making it.

• “No, don’t-” And you’re screaming in his face. There it is. That’s the reaction he expected. Sighing, he hooks an arm around you and sits, dragging you down with him. Because the odds of you throwing yourself off his berth still screaming aren’t in his favor. So he just vents and waits for you to stop so you can suck in a breath and he clamps a hand over your mouth when you do. “Let’s try this again. I’m not a hallucination. I’m not going to hurt you. And you’re not going to scream when I move my hand. Right?”

• Wrong. As soon as the hand moves, you throw yourself back screaming, butt hitting the surface under you, and immediately kicking him in the face. And he seizes you by a leg to keep you from rolling over and crawling away. Just knowing there’ll be repercussions for kicking him, you fight like a wild thing and only manage to exhaust yourself. Then porn star stache robot is leaning over you, frowning. “Are you done now?” When you reluctantly nod, because he’s much stronger than you are, he lets go of you. “My name’s Minimus Ambus. And I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”

• Like where are you? What is he? How do I get home? That’s what they all ask. It’s what he expects and he’s been rehearsing in his head. “Why does a robot need to cosplay as a bigger robot? Is that like your gundam? Can I pilot it?” What? And you’re trying to walk over to the discarded Magnus armor and he has to catch you by an arm to keep you from trying to climb inside. What is wrong with you? “Can I call you Minnie?”

• “No.” Huh. Who’d have thought the alien robot would make the exact same expression as pretty much every normal person you’ve ever met after being around you for five minutes. “You-no.” You’re absolutely calling him Minnie.

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[dinarosie]

If you're a Snape fan, you've probably had that moment scrolling through some Marauders posts and thought: Did these fans even read the books? Or maybe you've come across those wild comments where Snape gets turned into some kind of full-on villain, while James and Sirius get treated like flawless, saint-like heroes.

It’s like they’re talking about a totally different Harry Potter series! Sometimes, you’ve gotta wonder—do they even know what really happened in the story? Are we even talking about the same James Potter here? And honestly, comments like this kind of answer that question:

A lot of Marauders fans (not all, but definitely some) have no clue what really went down with the Marauders and Snape, who they really were, or what role they actually played in the story.

They’re just here because, let’s be real, the Marauders fandom is super appealing. It’s full of people their age, with tons of fantasy, drama, epic fanfics, hot character fan-casts, tragic love stories, and endless TikTok edits, roleplays, and cosplays. It’s fun, it’s exciting, and it makes you feel like you belong to something special.

With all this awesome fan content, why would anyone go out of their way to actually read the books and face the not-so-glamorous truth? The Marauders in the books are mostly about petty fights, bullying, and not much in the way of exciting, romantic storylines.

And that’s exactly why the hate for Snape has gotten so intense. Snape doesn’t fit the dreamy, tragic aesthetic they’re looking for. He’s basically just there to be the “bad guy,” so they have someone to hate and blame everything on. That way, their perfect heroes get to stay flawless, and Snape can just be the villain in their headcanon.

I have a more comprehensive post here about the (rebranding of the Marauders and, consequently, the need to villainize Snape)

[thequeenofcurses]

Valentine's Day 2025

summary: How your JJK bf/gf treats you for Valentine’s this year. reader (gender neutral) x jjk characters. multi pairings (SEPERATE) wk: 1.2k

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Nobara would never settle for a boring, cliché date. She’d want to do something cool and stylish, like a high-end shopping spree, a fashion show, or a trendy rooftop bar with fancy cocktails. But deep down, she’s also a romantic. She’d surprise you with a personalized gift, like a charm bracelet with little symbols of your relationship. If you’re into cozy dates, she would plan a spa day together or a cute café hopping adventure (she needs you to try all the new boba flavors!). One thing’s for sure, she’d want pictures of the whole day to post later because you both looked amazing.

“We’re gonna make everyone jealous today. ‘Cause I’m hot, you’re hot, and we’re the ultimate power couple.”

Yuji would want the perfect mix of romance and fun and what better way to do that then just spending the day at home with you! He doesn’t want to do anything fancy. He would order pizza with your favorite toppings on it. He would spend the day gaming with you in the morning, then doing some LARP with your new cosplays in the afternoon. By the evening, you would go back and forth, debating which Human Earthworm film is the best, ultimately agreeing with each other by the end. The night would probably end with you two cuddling, watching a movie under a blanket fort, sharing snacks, and him confessing how much he loves you in the softest, most genuine way.

“I just wanted today to be fun for you, y’know? ‘Cause every day with you is already special for me.”

Megumi isn’t one for grand gestures, but he always pays attention to what makes you happy. He’d take you on a quiet picnic at the beach, under the stars, bringing along your favorite foods. If he knows you like books, he might take you to a cozy bookstore café, or if you enjoy nature, a walk in a peaceful park (with both his cute dogs!). Megumi isn’t much for words, but he makes up for it with small, meaningful actions, like holding your hand, getting you plushies, or even giving you a handwritten letter with all the things he struggles to say out loud.

“…I hope this is okay. I just wanted to spend the day with you.”

Yuta would plan a soft, dreamy date. He’d take you somewhere quiet and beautiful like the beach at sunset or a scenic rooftop with a perfect view of the city lights. He’s a romantic at heart (*cough Rika’s curse cough*), so he’d probably write you a song or a poem (even if he’s nervous about performing it). Expect long, deep conversations, soft hand-holding, and forehead kisses. His gift would be something deeply personal, like a locket with your initials inside or a book filled with handwritten notes about why he loves you.

“I love you more than words can say, but I’ll spend every day trying to show you.” (Just don’t die right after he confesses his love to you or you might be bound to him as a curse forever!)

Toji hates Valentine’s because of all the mushy expectations. Plus, he can’t afford to take you anywhere fancy or a lavish gift anyways. Although, instead of some fancy dinner, he would take you somewhere wild like Dick’s (the restaurant) or an underground fight club. He really loves the adrenaline rush, so your date could also include something exhilarating, like skydiving (if you pay for it), a motorcycle ride along the coast, or a secret, hidden bar where no one knows your name (if there’s no entry fee). His gift would be something personal but practical, like a custom weapon or jewelry with a hidden blade.

“What? You thought I’d buy you flowers? You can’t stab someone with flowers, babe.”

Nanami never misses a beat. Every birthday, every winter holiday, every anniversary, and today is no exception. He’d make reservations at a quiet, fancy restaurant, one with dim lighting, classical music, and impeccable service. He’d order a bottle of fine wine, and the two of you would enjoy deep conversation over a gourmet meal. If he’s feeling extra romantic (we all know he usually is), he might cook for you at home. A delicious candlelit dinner with your favorite music playing in the background. The night would end with a slow dance in the living room with a heartfelt confession about how much you mean to him. 

“I don’t need a special occasion to love you, but if today gives me an excuse to show it, I won’t waste it.”

Geto would take you somewhere sophisticated and away from the other monkeys. He’d reserve a private tea house, where the two of you could enjoy the serenity of a beautiful garden. Or he would have the cursed humans in his cult be useful and cook a divine meal and serve you two (the only thing he finds them good for). If you have cursed energy, he would take you to an art exhibit, holding hands, discussing art, and loving his time with you. If you don’t have cursed energy, he’ll take you to the zoo (he makes jokes that you belong with the animals, but he reassures you he’s ‘just kidding’). His words would be poetic, smooth, and laced with meaning, making you feel like you’re the most precious thing in the world, after all of his joking.

“Being with you is the one indulgence I’ll never regret.”

Choso would go out of his way to make the day special and heartfelt. He’s never experienced Valentine’s before, so he wants to do everything he can to make sure he does it right. He’s not great with flashy gestures, but he’d hand make gifts (maybe a handwritten love letter, a scarf that matches his, or a small photo album of your memories together). He’d love to take you to a flower garden. His priority is making sure you feel safe, loved, and appreciated.

“I don’t need anything fancy. Just you.”

Satoru Gojo is not the kind of man to hold back. He would go all out. He’d whisk you away on a surprise getaway, maybe a private helicopter ride over the city or a trip to a luxurious resort. Expect super flashy gifts, teasing banter, and him showing you off to anyone who’ll listen. If you prefer something more lowkey, he’d rent out an entire planetarium or completely rent out that karaoke bar you two love to hang out at. You two would have the rest of the night to stare at the stars (not counting the ones in his eyes every time he looks at you) or sing your hearts out together. Either way, he makes sure you feel like the most special person in the world.

“Only the best for you.”

Sukuna is absolutely not the “flowers and chocolates” type, but if he truly loves you, expect something unexpectedly intense. He might take you to a private onsen (hot spring) deep in the mountains, where the two of you can enjoy the peace and quiet, away from the world. If he’s feeling indulgent, he’d have Uraume cook you two an exotic dinner. He would love to take you to a secluded temple or a rooftop with a breathtaking view. His gifts would be personal, perhaps handcrafted jewelry infused with cursed energy, something that marks you as his.

“Tch. You’re lucky I care for you this much. Brat.”

Should I expand on any of these? Happy Valentine’s day to you all <3 

dividers by @omi-resources & @cafekitsune

[crossguild]

i think one of the things that makes the one piece fan letter episode so special is that even though it's ostensibly about 'a letter from the fans to the straw hats' it's also 'a letter to the fans' and its entire message is 'we see you, we are you, and we love you!' from the team

it is, no joke, one of the most heartfelt and beautiful pieces of animation that any studio has ever produced.

it's similar to the 100 volume/1000 episode celebration in that even though the series we're all watching is about these wacky, insane powers and situations, at the end of the day we connect to the story because the emotions it evokes are real, and we might not feel them because our real life talking reindeer son left to join a pirate crew, but there are times in our lives where we've felt the same as the characters whose adventures we're following, even in a different situation

and to have the fans represented in the world, from all ages and walks of life, really is demonstrative of the sheer breadth and depth of the one piece fanbase.

one of the earliest SBS answers oda gave is this:

AND IT SHOWS!

it's genuinely such a special experience to be on this journey with a community of millions. when i see other OP fans in the wild, we've made an instant connection (shout out to that dude in toronto i stopped to chat with for like 20 minutes cause he was wearing luffy cosplay who teamed up with me to talk my friend into trying op!!)-- we might get the series through different mediums, we might connect to it in different ways, we might disagree about quite literally everything, but everyone's ultimately another piece of the puzzle that makes up the whole of the one piece fanbase, and without them we wouldn't be where we are. to have that so lovingly depicted in such a fun, exciting way was amazing!

and that last montage ended on this, which isn't just a message from this kid to nami, but from us to the crew, from toei & oda to us, from all of us to each other!

[takenbypeter]

Getting Answers From The Blind Man

Matt Murdock x reader

Words: 1183

A/N: Part 3 of suspicious activities of a bling man, below are the first two parts

Suspicious Activities Of A Blind (Part 1) - The Pastry Shop (Part 2)

You caught him again. You couldn’t believe you caught him sprinting again. 

Matt had been visiting your pastry shop more often, chatting as he bought sweet treats for the day. You two got somewhat close, tossing comments back and forth. You even actually made it out of the shop, only once so far but it was fun. But now there he was again. You were walking on the opposite end of Hell’s Kitchen after meeting up with your friends when you heard some noise down an alley, peering in, you saw Matt Murdock running. 

It was the most strangest thing. 

Before you could think too much you chased after his figure, pulling out your phone as you did so. But he was quick, all you got was a blurry profile of him but it was definitely him. 

You stared at the photo on your phone as you stood outside his office.

You hadn’t seen him for a few days but you knew where he worked so, ding ding ding.

That’s where you were standing. 

Was this going too far? Showing up at his work like this? Maybe. But your feet had dragged you all the way here already so you might as well carry on. 

Opening the door the first thing you noticed was how small the office was. It was cozy but it had character to it. 

Looking around you were then greeted by Foggy. Who quickly welcomed you. You’ve never actually spoken to him besides that first night, but he always seemed friendly enough, “hi, I’m actually here looking for Matt Murdock I have something to talk to him about.”

Matt, hearing your voice, stepped out from what looked like an interrogation room. 

“You’re here? What happened?” You couldn’t tell but you showing up at his work definitely put him on edge. People only showed up here when they’ve been wronged and justice wasn’t doing its part, so his mind immediately grew concerned . 

“Oh, no, it’s nothing like that, I just wanted to talk to you…privately.”

Foggy raised his hands, “say no more, I am off to my lunch break.” He gave Matt a wink before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door leaving you and Murdock alone. 

He tilted his head towards the room he just left, “follow me.”

You did so, and sat across from him. It was eerie but interesting, sitting in an interrogation setting. 

“What is it?”

“You tell me,” you pulled out your phone and found the most recent picture that you had. “I saw you again Matt. I have proof here. You were running like some kind of parkour trained maniac. It was impressive but at the same time, confusing. I mean what are you? Actually, do you know what I think?” You asked the questions without planning on giving him actual time to answer. “I think you’re some sort of superhero.”

He scoffed, “you’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? I’m not the blind man jumping around like some wild man. Plus we have more superheroes in New York than anywhere else. Either you’re a superhero or you’re a crazy man looking for pity cosplaying as a blind man.”

He’s quiet because you have a point, New York seemed to oddly be filled with various heroes and ones with special abilities. 

“So, do you have any powers?”

He bit down on his teeth, this was not how he wanted this to pan out. To be fair he should’ve stayed away from you, once you’d commented that you were suspicious of him  before he should have cut off contact, but there was something about you that was constantly drawing him to see you again.

“I’m not a superhero and I’m not crazy. My hearing senses are trained so I can differentiate various situations.”

You nodded, but narrowed your eyes, there was definitely something he wasn’t telling you.

”Wait, are you a supervillain then?”

You couldn’t see behind his glasses but you could tell by his mannerisms that he was most definitely rolling his eyes. 

“I’m not a hero, I’m not a villain. All I want is justice.”

”…so…you’re a vigilante?”

He was quiet again, concentrating on how to get out of this whole situation, it was rare for him to be the one getting interrogated in this room. His silence and slightly exaggerated deflections honestly told you what you need to know and your mouth grew wide revealing your pearly teeth. 

“You ARE a vigilante. Can I be a part of the team?”

This question seemed to take him back, “what team? There is no team? I work alone.”

“Are you Spider-Man?”

”No.”

”Are you Doctor Strange?”

”Doctor Strange doesn’t conceal his identity so that makes no sense.”

”So who are you?”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

“Why not? I’ll practically figure it out anyway.”

”You can’t figure it out,” Matt’s voice was suddenly low, almost like he was giving a warning, “because if you figure it out that means then you become involved. And if you get involved then you become a target, andI don’t need anybody else in my life getting hurt.”

You could tell there was definitely some baggage there. And while you were itching to find which of the many vigilantes he could possibly be, you cared more about Matt Murdock than any superhero information you could gain. 

So despite every inch of your heart urging you to continue pressing for answers you instead listened to your mind that wanted to do the right thing and respect his decision.

“That’s fair.”

He leaned back in his chair seemingly content with your response. But you weren’t completely done. 

“I won’t get involved with your super secret , double life, but I do want to know one thing. Are you helping or hurting?”

Matt silently stared back at his unchanging position. By his lack of movement you didn’t believe he would answer but he did, “helping.”

“Then that’s all I need to know.”

Matt let out a sigh, glad you were valuing his decisions.

“But I do still want to be involved in your regular life…if that’s okay with you?”

Again he tilted his head to the side but a smile was clear in that ending to spill on his face, “my regular life is still…complicated.”

“I don’t mind complicated. Sometimes I even like complicated.”

“Then you’ll like me.”

”I already think I do.”

You couldn’t describe it but being around Matt seemed not as complicated as he made it out to be. And while you clearly didn’t know everything about this man, you could respect his choices and the fact that it seemed like he was only preventing himself from telling you in order to protect you. The sentiment was sweet. 

You two heard the outer door open, Foggy re-entering the office, and you noted how Matt’s head was tilted towards the sound. “Well, I guess that’s my time. We'll talk later, yeah?”

He nods as you get up and leave, sending a polite smile to Foggy on your way out. 

You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into but honestly you didn’t care. 

[hetalian-veteran]

Kinda random, but it's so wild to me whenever I still see people hating on the Hetalia fandom literal years after the fandom's heyday.

And I just...? Bro, I know the fandom could get nuts back in the day, believe me, I was there. I was in the trenches. It was fun, but there was definitely some crazy here and there.

But as for the Hetalia fandom today?

This is one of the most chill and accepting fandoms I've ever been a part of. I feel like we're all just sitting around, chilling, talking, and reminiscing about this series and characters that have lived rent-free in our heads for years.

I made a post a little while ago talking about how the Hetalia fans of today are just a bunch of adults sitting around a fire and drinking. I initially made it as a joke, pretending that we're a bunch of tried war veterans.

But you know what? If I had the money, I'd bring every single Hetalian on this website to my small town and we'd have a giant freakin' bonfire. We'd get together wearing our cosplays and/or merch and come armed with our favorite drinks and snacks.

We'd open the event by toasting with our boots high in the air. We can all hang out around the fire during the day, blasting the character songs from the biggest loudspeaker we can find and dance around like Italy. We can sit around and chat about our favorite characters, ships, episodes, etc.

I'd talk to the drive-in movie theater here in town to see if I can get them to do a screening of the Hetalia: Paint it White! movie later that night.

And then we'd all set up tents in one of the many surrounding fields in the area and have the world's biggest and most absurd slumber party imaginable.

And at the end of it all? We'd do a giant group picture together. All of us.

(Not to mention that we'd have to upload all of our pictures to a shared folder because holy crap I feel like the pics from a get-together like this would be wild).

[staylovesmiley]

Thoughts on what couples costume you think each of the boys would be into?

Oohhh as a cosplayer this is SO fun omg I know this is probably for Halloween but I’m gonna use it to talk about what couple cosplay I think you would wear with the boys if they went with you to a cosplay convention~

Channie- I think if he had a boyfriend or a girlfriend who was down to cross play he would literally be FLABBERGASTED if they cosplayed Cloud Strife (mans has a huge crush on that dude we know from Chan’s room lol) and I think you could maybe convince him to cosplay Vincent Valentine with you in that case~ or maybe get him to cosplay Wriothesley while you cosplay Xilonen (it’s not really a ship but he also is down bad for Xilonen and this is more him convincing you to dress up as his fictional crushes)

Minho- I think he may put up a little bit of a fight buuuttt I think if you bought the costumes already and put on a lil show for him dressed up as Princess Serenity he would cave so fast and put on the Prince Endymion cosplay for you. He’d pretend to hate it but then when someone would stop the two of you for a photo he would pull the most romantic pose and look into your eyes with so much love you just knew he was eating it all up~

Changbin- Superman and Wonder Woman for sure. You tried to argue that you should be Lois Lane if it was really gonna be a couples cosplay but he insisted you were too strong to not also be a super hero

Hyunjin- with his shaved head and his love for haikyuu?? Tanaka and Kiyoko! and it fits cause he is as down bad for you as Tanaka is for Kiyoko~

Jisung- safe bet is Howl and Sophie from howls moving castle but I also think you could convince him to wear his nana fit from his hold my hand stage and you as hachi~

Felix- we all know he’s cosplayed before and gone to conventions but that was when he was younger but now?? He has the means to go all out and he does. I remember someone asking in a fancall who he’d cosplay today if he could cosplay again and he said Arlecchino who is his genshin main (at least at the time- this man changes his main in genshin waaayyy too often) and I could see him begging you to cosplay Columbina since you are his angel and it’s a popular ship in the fandom~

Seungmin- I think he would actually be so excited if you asked him to cosplay with you?? He would even offer to help you make the costumes~ I think he would love to cosplay Inuyasha and Kagome- (just pls see the vision he would be so cute as Inuyasha~)

Jeongin- I feel like he would either be like Minho and lowkey hate it or like Seungmin and be all for it. Either way I think you would end up cosplaying Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps

[fictionadventurer]

Thoughts about A Biltmore Christmas that could drive me to write fanfiction (spoilers for everything):

The story of his death was a plan "we" concocted just in case. "We" suggests there were multiple people involved. My best guess is that Ava also saw Lucy disappear, and so she was primed to buy it when Jack told her this wild story of time travel.

Maybe the prop guy was involved, too? Repairing a magical time travel artifact has got to give you some insight into the existence of magical time travel.

I still thing that one bearded guy in the crew is a time traveler. He seems more casual about it. Time traveling to help a classic Hollywood film crew just for fun. He could help arrange things, too.

The story of how Jack managed not to get fired after helping a criminal escape against direct orders from the head of the studio.

About five minutes after Jack decides to stay in the future, Margaret stumbles upon them. Her shrieks of joy can be heard from space.

Lucy: Okay, Jack, time to fly back to Santa Monica....oh, wait, you have no ID. /Margaret, somehow making a facial expression that is the equivalent of fifty-seven ecstatic emojis all at once: ROAD TRIP!!!!!!!!!

Lucy: Excuse me, Mr. Tour Guide Riker, sir, I have a film star from 1948 here what do I do with him, please?/ Mr. Tour Guide Riker, handing her a manila envelope: Here are all necessary identification documents to set him up in a modern life. Please ask no questions.

(I know what Tour Guide Riker's name is. Tour Guide Riker is funnier).

Alternately, the thrilling legal battle of trying to get Jack some documentation, the same way that kids whose parents don't get them birth certificates have to.

Lucy comes home to her sister, trailed by the 1948 actor from the film they've watched multiple times a year since they were kids. Lots of freaking out happens.

Jack, who has trained as an actor in an extremely outdated style, struggles to find a job not only because of his dubious legal documentation, but also because he has zero marketable skills. With the same happy-go-lucky pluck that led him to travel eighty years into the future for the sake of a girl he'd known for a couple days, he makes the best of it and becomes an amazing house husband.

Jack watching the remake of His Merry Wife!, and having a lot of opinions about the comparative skills of the new actors. Is either extremely amused at the new Charlie actor or offended by his very existence. (I can't imagine the Hallmark actors would favorably compare to the original).

Jack: Honey, I'm sure you're an amazing writer, but I can't even begin to wrap my head around the new style of movies.

Lucy: Puts Jack through a months-long training course of classic movies to catch up on the history of cinema.

Jack Huston is an obvious stage name. Jack starts going by his original name in the future. It takes a while for Lucy to adjust.

Jack has to catch up on all of history for the past seventy-odd years. Too much amusement potential to even know where to start.

Did Jack fight in WWII? Does this affect his life at all?

Semi-regular encounters with classic Christmas movie fans: "You look just like Jack Huston." "Yeah, I get that a lot."

Jack cosplaying at Biltmore at Christmastime and having the time of his life quoting the film and getting pictures from people who are amazed that the staff found such a good impersonator.

[markrosewater]

I’m not sure if its a chicken and the egg situation for me story-wise about the Desparking and the omenpaths (i.e. if planeswalkers needed to be desparked to justify the omenpaths being important or if the omenpaths were created to add extra weight to the desparking), but in either case it lessened my interest in Magic’s story and world as a whole. Nonwalkers being on other planes haven’t filled the same thematic niche and importance that planeswalkers did and the use of omenpaths in the story doesn’t have the same mystique as a planeswalker being a fish-out-of-water stepping onto a new plane did.

For me it’s also how prolific it feels the omenpaths have been used has made the planes and some surprises on them feel less special? For example, Dragonhawk being on Bloomburrow felt less like an “oh wow, a dragon from another plane? That’s bad/scary! I wonder what that means lore-wise?” and more “oh neat. That’s this set’s wink-wink-nudge-nudge callback to another plane. Moving on.” Thunder Junction was a fun set to play, but it was less the of wild west world we’ve craved and more of a “haha look at all our wacky villains cosplay cowboys! Isn’t that crRRraaAAazzZZy?” There’s also that with how often offworld characters have appeared on planes and how more easily interplanar communication has felt like it’s become has somewhat ruined the danger and excitement of being on a new mysterious plane and has really shrunk the feel of Magic’s multiverse. It’s starting to become less of bright new worlds to learn about and more set dressing for this season’s grab bag of characters.

I don’t want to hate the Desparking and omenpaths especially since I’ve enjoyed playing some of the sets and some legendary cards for previous walkers have been neat. I also know there’s also the logistical aspect of wanting/needing to print less planeswalkers per set to save up the design-space that players broadly wouldn’t be able to completely understand. Something had to be done after how big of a villain the Phyrexians have been and how important their story need to come to an end at, but after so many sets it doesn’t feel like it’s stuck the landing and I don’t know when it’s going to recover its footing for me to regain that feeling I lost again.

The best way I’ve come to describe the feeling is tt’s kind of like having a puzzle that’s missing a large chunk of pieces and you’ve tried to cover it up by taking pieces from other sets. It’s covering the hole, but it’s not quite fitting and even where it does match up it stands out how different it is.

Thanks for sharing.

[argumentl]

Dir en grey Tour 24 Who this hell for: Osaka Day 1, Namba Hatch Report

This time I only attended day 1, but again there are reasons for me to be totally satisfied, even though I didn't attend both days.

To start...pre-show drinks in the cafe just down the escalators at Namba Hatch! This cafe was playing Dir en grey as BGM, so perfect for the occasion (other customers were smoking tho, so don't go if you hate smoking)

I had a decent-ish number, ended up very mid-crowd, but with a clear view of Kaoru, which, as I've said before, is all I really care about 😂

The main reason Im so happy is because Kaoru was in his Marie cosplay againnnn💜😍 I never thought I would get to see it with my own eyes! 🩸🗡️Yes, he looked amazing! His long extensions suit him so well, even though I know he finds them bothersome 🤭 Whenever he changed his guitar, his long hair would get caught in his guitar strap behind, and he would pull it out and swing it forward over his shoulder gracefully 🥰

I also loved it whenever the back screen turned really bright, and seeing the sillouette of his side profile with all those curls💜

Kaoru was full of swagger as usual, I remember him strutting around like a bad boy when Kyo doing his mc, but he was also really happy, laughing and joking with the audience at the end when he was throwing pics etc.

And I finally saw Kaoru singing THAT word that starts with P! Im sure I must have seen it in Kyoto too, but this time I was looking out for it! 😂

It has to be said however, this live was a totally different animal from the live I attended in KBS Hall last month. The KBS live was like a rabid wild beast, and this one was more like a cautious wild beast, haha. In terms of the lives themselves, I had more fun at KBS, but at Namba I got to see Marie, so Im very happy 😁

Setlist highlights for me were probably Ochita, Hageshisa, Uroko....I just love that Uroko guitar solo😍

Now waiting half a year or more until the next JP tour 😭😅 (But yay for Taiwan and Hong Kong!)

[stars-n-spice]

Crosshair + his crush on Aragorn Pt. 3

A bunch of comics that are a continuation of this comic about Crosshair finding out about LOTR for the first time with Tech, Echo, and Omega.

Because I love projecting on my favorites and because I think that Crosshair would fall utterly in love with Aragorn because 1) he's got that rugged look about him but 2) he's loyal as FUCK. I mean,, I don't blame him-

Part 1 // Part 2

Anywho, enjoy!

How Crosshair got banned from LOTR Movie Nights:

Movie: He's one of them Rangers...Dangerous folk they are...wandering the wilds. Crosshair: I'd let him wander my "wilds".

(this is pulled directly from something my younger brother said during a rewatch and the Batch's reactions are exactly how my siblings and I all reacted)

To the End - aka the moment Crosshair falls in love

Aragorn: I would have gone with you to the end. To the very fires of Mordor... *LIVE CROSS REACTION: Crosshair, internally: 🎶 Whatta man whattaman what a might good man🎶

This scene gets me all the fucking time. I think about it and cry. That loyalty?? Fucking hot as hell.

"Suggestions" - Sharpshooters Movie Night

Crosshair: You should grow a beard. Tay: ?

Modern AU Tay! Whether or not he has the genes to grow a beard remains to be seen...

Rewind:

Tech: Can you stop rewinding it?! We've seen this scene 15 times! Crosshair: No. Shut the fuck up.

Me too Crosshair, me too. From that day on, Tech refuses to watch LOTR with Crosshair-

Cosplay:

Hunter: Why are you dressed like that? Crosshair: Like what? Hunter: ...nevermind. Wrecker: Looks good!

Crosshair asked Echo to sew it together for him. If you ask him, he's better than Arwen. But that's just his opinion.

Caught Red-Handed:

Crosshair *in Elvish*: Do you like men? Tech: Are you trying to learn ELVISH?! Crosshair: NO!! I'm watching porn! Get out of my room! Tech: We share a room...

no idea how accurate the translation is so don't come for me-

Pastimes:

Crosshair: Did you know Aragorn is canonically 6'6? Tay: No, but did you know I'm 6'6? Crosshair: Shut up, I'm reading.

Crosshair is "borrowing" the book from Tech (he took it without telling him). Tay has competition. The teasing is all in good fun though, Tay doesn't mind competing against Aragon. Crosshair enjoys playing with Tay's hair.

They have a type:

They have a type. What can I say?

Also,, used a picture of my own Aragorn shirt that I have and love for Cross' shirt :)