#emu shoes

[gmanmedias]

Pride HCs! Emu Otori: bi/pansexual, she/xe/neos

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[temporalmystusions]

I'm so happy with how these turned out! They started as plain white shoes that I decorated for my Emu cosplay, I wanna wear them all the time lol.

[autism-sprinkles]

emu otori cosplay:D

[kirider]

[18/12/2023]

With 30 seconds left, more than 60% of the stage was completely covered in pink. Parad had lost count of how many enemies he splatted when it got to the double digits. Their Rider friend was kept alive; they didn’t seem to be in the mood to ink turf after their teammates interrupted the party, anyways.

Been thinking about You're a Kid Now, You're a Bug Now! (��� Wait-) by @missmako-chan since it came out, finally managed to make something for it. I blame my splatoon brainrot :P

[As usual, links in the reblog]

[anena-enthusiast]

okay we got Toya with perfect pitch, but imagine like Emu with perfect pitch. Toya has the training to actually like know the name of the note (unless he doesn’t, I haven’t got there yet 😭) but Emu doesn’t.

so she’s just vibrating in place like “this. this isn’t right. this isn’t the right thingie.” and can’t explain it so she’s just uncomfortably sitting there wondering why it sounds different and feel different when she sings. like she gets terrified of the song cause IT SOUNDS WEIRD BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT WHAT IS GOING ON (eventually she gives up and asks to see the track and figures out it wasn’t transposed to the original key, the one she was practicing with.) now she is so fucking happy but THE WHOLE THING MAKES SENSE NOW YIPPEEEEEEE and then they pull up another fucking song that isn’t transposed rinse and repeat

[anonyamogus]

Late night doodlinggg

Sequel to this

I hope you guys like how it turned out _(:3」z)_

[other-peoples-coats]

reminder to me: I should clean and wax my docs.

[sagemassave]

It’s all about the platform….it works dressed up or down…

[project-sekai-facts]

Some of the casual outfits used in Project SEKAI: The Movie are directly taken or slightly altered from outfits shown in the game. For Leo/need, Saki's outfit is taken from her band outfit shown in Ichika's untrained Star Peace Connection 4*. Shiho's is very loosely based on her outfit from her untrained Bonds and Grief 4*.

For MORE MORE JUMP!, Minori's is taken from MEIKO's untrained Use a Rabbit as Springboard?! 4*, Haruka's is taken from her untrained In the Face of "What I Love" 4*, Airi's is taken from her untrained That's So Unfair! 3*, and Shizuku's is her Journey to Bloom casual outfit.

For Vivid BAD SQUAD, An's is taken from her untrained We're About to Open! 3*, and Toya's is taken from Len's untrained My Dancing Shoes! 4*. Akito's is loosely based on his outfit from his untrained Unchanging Summer Festival 4*.

For WonderlandsxShowtime, Emu's is taken from Nene's untrained Celebrate with Fireworks 4*. Tsukasa's is loosely based on his outfit from his untrained A Persistent Game of Tag 4*, Nene's is loosely based on her outfit from Emu's untrained Our Eyes Are Sparkling☆ 4*, and Rui's is loosely based on his Journey to Bloom casual outfit.

For 25-ji, Nightcord de., Kanade's is her Journey to Bloom casual outfit, Mafuyu's is taken from her untrained Gentle Magic Words 4* (the top miscoloured yellow possibly due to misinterpretation of the lighting in the card), and Ena's is taken from Kanade's untrained The World Shown Through Music 3*. Mizuki's is loosely based on her Journey to Bloom casual outfit.

Ichika, Honami, and Kohane's outfits appear to be completely original.

[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#101 Unimpressed

Modern Highschool Au

Emu*Re-touching her nails*How long have you been sleeping with My best friend?

Gyutaro: That’s disgusting! And wrong- I don’t even get– why would– I’ve never had sex with anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity I'm your big brother- Y/n is a goody-two-shoes who smells like lemongrass and sleep- And they are terrible, face-wise,... And how- how do I know, frankly, that you’re not sleeping with them? Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm, check and mate!!!

Ume*Looking at him unimpressed*...

[woso-dreamzzz]

Hurt II

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Sam feels terrible

Sam hides away for two days after you fall.

She's watched the video so many times now that it's imprinted on her eyelids when she closes them. It's horrifying to look at, you slipping down the stairs, your head hitting each one of them until you're sprawled out by Emma and Jessie's feet at the very bottom.

It's been radio silent from Magda and Pernille and everyone knows better to ask if they're going to be training next week. Emma's already given them enough paid leave to stay at home with you until you're fully recovered.

Eventually, after days of silence, someone on the team must have called Kristie because Sam gets a phone call that essentially tells her to get up off her ass and go to Magda and Pernille's house to either apologise again or beg for forgiveness.

Thoughts swirl in her mind as she approaches the house. The thought at the very forefront is if Magda will ever leave you alone with her again.

You've got an infectious energy that she loves and seeing your broken little body at the bottom of the stairs was traumatising.

Her hands shakily reach up to the door knocker, a cardboard box tucked under her arm as she waits.

It swings open within the minute and Sam feels glad that it's Pernille and not Magda that answered.

"Sam?" Pernille looks confused. "Has something happened?"

"Er...No...I mean, no? Well, I hope not." Sam knows she's rambling now but she can't stop herself, feeling so uncharacteristically nervous that she almost cries.

Pernille seems to notice as well because she stops blocking the hallway. "Do you want to come in?"

Sam toes her shoes off in the doorway and peers inside properly.

The first thing she notices is the way that every sharp corner in the house is covered in either soft fabric or bubble wrap. The second thing she notices is Magda, sitting on the floor with you held possessively between her legs. The third thing, of course, is you. You've got a big bandage stuck to your forehead and your every movement is a little slow and sluggish.

All of your hard plastic toys are packed away in the corner of the room. The only ones you're touching are the soft ones that you couldn't injure yourself with even on accident.

The tension between Sam and Magda feels frosty and Sam tries not to feel the anxiety drop in her stomach when Magda holds you a little tighter when she notices Sam standing there.

Having Magda as her Captain is good most of the time. Magda can be firm sometimes but still fair. She rarely gets angry enough that it impedes her professionalism but the one exception is always you.

Sam can understand. It's a different situation to her and Kristie but there are still parallels. Magda spent so many of your first few years in London, only seeing you on long weekends or through a phone screen. Sam can only really do the same with Kristie and she already knows that anger that swells in her chest when she sees Kristie injured on the pitch.

She can only imagine that those feelings are amplified when it's you, Magda's only daughter, lying bloody and broken in the stadium.

"What's in the box, Sam?" Pernille asks, also noting the tension and refusing to comment on it.

"Oh...er...For y/n," She replies awkwardly.

Sam sits across from you, not nearly close enough to be in the range of Magda's legs but close enough that even your sluggish nature can keep track of her.

"As an apology."

Magda's eyes narrow but she doesn't say anything.

Sam takes it as an invitation, opening up the flaps of the book and pulling out the toys she had gathered. She hadn't been too sure what to get for a kid recovering from a head injury so had Kristie on facetime while she shopped.

She must at least get something right because you seem interested when she pulls out more stuffed animals for your collection. There's an emu just for the fun of it and some kangaroos too but you're especially interested in the koala bear that's right at the bottom.

You stand on shaky feet (shakier than Sam's ever seen you) and try to wander over. You can't though because Magda catches you by the waist and holds you close.

"Magda," Pernille says, her voice low in warning.

Magda relents with a huff and lets you go towards Sam. You make it two steps before you've seemingly exhausted yourself and crawl over.

Up close, your bandage looks even worse and Sam's sure that she can just about make out the bruise poking out from under it. She almost shudders in disgust at herself but with Magda looking like she's a second away from snapping you into her arms again, Sam doesn't.

"It's a koala," She says instead.

You blink up at her, crinkle in your brow as you try to translate her words. It's slower than usual and Sam knows that this concussion must be really bad. You're somewhat of a language prodigy, picking everything up like a sponge.

"Koala," You echo, brushing a finger over the little Steve Irwin-esque hat the toy is wearing," Koala."

"Yeah, koala."

Sam digs around in the box again, bringing out a soft blanket and pillow she had eyed up when she went shopping a few weeks ago.

"This is for you too."

You take it slowly before rubbing the blanket over your face.

Sam looks to Magda and Pernille - who has curled herself into Magda's side and is holding one of her hands.

"I...Er...I read somewhere that kids with concussions get tired a lot."

"That's very thoughtful, Sam," Pernille praises before elbowing Magda in the gut," Isn't that right, Magda?"

"Yeah," Magda grunts," It is."

It's very clear that she's still very annoyed at Sam for what's happened but isn't willing to say anything with you in the room.

You stand up on your shaky feet again, clutching the blanket in one hand and the koala in the other. You stumble forward and Sam watches as both of your mothers surge forward.

Pernille gets there first, pulling you securely into her body and tucking your face into her neck. "Okay, okay, princesse," She says quietly as you fidget and whine," We're gonna stay right here for a moment, alright? No walking."

You struggle weakly against her hold before sagging as a wave of exhaustion comes over you.

Sam watches as Pernille settles fully on the floor, wrapping you up tightly in the blanket as you lay on her. You're still holding the koala, rubbing it over your cheeks and letting out happy little giggles at the soft feeling.

At Sam's staring, Pernille explains," She's been exhausted lately...because of the concussion. She doesn't have the energy to do a lot of the things she likes to."

Sam gnaws at her cheek, flashing back to how disorientated and confused you were when you first got hurt. "Her walking-"

"She's getting better," Magda cuts her off, still glaring," She's doing fine. She's good. She's recovering. There's nothing more to say."

Her tone is firm and makes it clear she doesn't want to talk about your symptoms. Pernille lays a hand on her shoulder and Magda settles for a moment before pulling you into her arms. You end up in the same position you were in when Sam arrived, sitting between Magda's legs and leaning back comfortably against her.

"Koala," You say again, slowly like you're sounding out the letters," Koala."

"Ja," Magda says," Koala."

"Koala."

You stare at it for a moment before sighing a great big huff and pulling the blanket over your head.

"Nap time," Pernille says quietly. She takes you back from Magda, keeping your head covered as she moves to lie on the sofa.

You don't fight like you normally do and a lump forms in Sam's chest when Magda stares at her for a moment before indicating that they leave the room.

They end up in the hallway, with Magda closing the door so you're impromptu nap won't be interrupted.

"That's my kid," She says finally," My only child."

"I'm-I'm sorry."

"And she got hurt. On your watch. You said that you would get her back to the changing room. I trusted you. Pernille trusted you."

"I know. I'm sorry."

Magda sighs, hands clenched into fists and, for a moment, Sam wonders if she'll swing. "I've watched that video so many times. And..." There's silence for a moment. "And she slipped on a bit of ice. You couldn't have caught her."

Sam freezes in shock. That wasn't what she expected Magda to say. "Wh-What?"

"What I'm saying is...I'm sorry for throwing you against the wall. And I'm sorry for yelling at you like that. It's just...She's my kid and it scared me."

"I..." Sam has to take a moment to collect her thoughts. "I'm sorry too. For everything."

Magda nods. "Thank you, for coming over with the toys. I'm sure when she feels better, she'll thank you properly too."

The thank you from you comes barely half an hour after you've woken up from your nap. Pernille guides you over to Sam, who has been allowed to stay just a bit longer by Magda.

You sit in her lap, your new blanket draped around your shoulders and still clutching your koala. You're unbelievably sluggish and your crinkle is more present on your face than ever before.

Somehow, you've roped Sam into playing with you - though Pernille looks incredibly worried when you try to stand up by yourself and nearly crash into the side of the coffee table.

Your speech is slightly slurred though, lacking your usual fluency as you make your emu peck at your koala. Your head rolls slightly off to the side sometimes, as if you've suddenly realised that it's heavy and you can't hold it up. Sometimes, you even try to brush hair out of your face but tap at your bandage, leaving you to pull away and stare at your open palm in confusion.

You hum as you glance around the room - at the soft corners of your house and the pile of soft, fuzzy things that have accumulated around you.

"Than...Thank you," You manage to get out eventually after several long seconds of nothing," Thank you, Sam, for-for my...for my presents."

It's slow and halting at times and your voice is incredibly quiet but Sam still manages a smile.

"You're welcome, kid. I'm glad you're feeling better."

You smile softly - it's more of a lift of the corner of your mouth than a true smile but Sam takes it. "Not too better," You say, turning yourself so you're pressed against Sam's chest, voice dropping so Magda and Pernille couldn't hear you," 'Cause I get to sleep in the Big Bed when I'm hurt."

Sam chuckles. "Really?"

"Uh-huh. Wanna sleep...sleep in the Big Bed forever."

[sakitenmaenjoyer]

was thinking about this again. tsukasa after rui ping pongs between loving and distant, teasing and mellow, intense and subconsciously holding back, sentimental and ironic: ???????

rui after tsukasa subconsciously treats him differently bc he's trying to be a good bf: 🫤

ruikasa idea: fic where ruikasa get together, but rui subconsciously "tests" their relationship by being more annoying and actually making tsukasa mad

[autism-sprinkles]

me vs my EVIL AND FUCKED UP alter ago SANDWORM who uses IT/HE pronouns and is WILL WOOD AND THE TAPEWORMS GENDER

[aventurineswife]

HEAR ME OUT 🗣️I though this would be really silly but, i'm curious 😭

An Aventurine x reader! Reader is based on Emu Otori from pjsk.

Since she is always cheerful, and her mission is making smile everybody, i think it would be cute. <3

And she's just there, trying to cheer Aventurine up, especially if she ever finds him in a vulnerable state.

“I'll be there for you”

Summary: You visit Aventurine, in the IPC headquarters to cheer him up. Aventurine, usually charming and carefree, reveals his exhaustion and the heavy stakes of his life as a gambler. As you share laughter and support, Aventurine allows himself to be vulnerable.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Emu Otori based Reader, Established Relationship or can be read Platonically, Vulnerability, Emotional Support, Lighthearted Moments, Wholesome, Fluff.

A/N: I'M NOT FAMILIAR WITH PJSK SO I HOPE I DID IT WELL!! 😭

A gentle hum filled the air as you, the embodiment of Phoenix Wonderland's spirit, wandered through the gleaming halls of the IPC’s towering headquarters. The place was elegant yet sterile, a stark contrast to the lively theme park that had been your second home. But here you were, ready to surprise someone who often brought out the best in you, despite his tendency to wear a dazzling, almost mischievous facade.

Aventurine, or “Aven” as you liked to call him, had been in his office all day, immersed in work. You knew he’d play it off with a smile and a breezy wave if asked, but even his calm, unruffled demeanor couldn't hide his exhaustion from you. You had a knack for noticing those small tells—the way his eyes lingered a bit longer on his paperwork or the faint crease in his brow as he silently analyzed risks, always playing that high-stakes game he seemed to live for.

Your shoes made little noise as you reached the heavy door of his office. Poking your head in, you found Aventurine at his desk. His gaze, fixated on a roulette-themed document, held a rare tinge of weariness.

“Aven!” you called, stepping in with a bounce in your step and a grin that could rival the warmth of a summer day. “Look who’s come to bring some cheer to Mr. Serious himself!”

Aventurine’s lips curved into a soft smile as he looked up, momentarily distracted from his work. “Well, if it isn’t my sunshine in the gloom. You know, I’d almost think you were trying to make an entrance.”

You laughed, brushing his tease off with a wave. “What can I say? I’m on a mission—to make you smile! Wonderhoy!” You threw up your hands in a triumphant gesture, the same one you used to cheer up your friends back at Phoenix Wonderland.

He chuckled, unable to resist the charm of your infectious energy. “Careful now. You’re dangerously close to breaking down my professional demeanor.”

“Aven,” you said more softly, catching the slight dimness in his usually vibrant eyes. “You’re always smiling and laughing, but… Are you really okay? Just because you’re the master of cards doesn’t mean you can bluff with me.”

For a moment, his confident mask faltered. Aventurine looked away, his smile fading as he exhaled, almost as if releasing the weight he held within. He rested his hand on the roulette design of his overcoat, fingers tracing the pattern.

“Sometimes,” he admitted, voice low, “the stakes feel… higher than I let on. It’s easy to play the part, to treat life as if it’s just another game, but… sometimes the risks don’t seem worth it.”

His vulnerability tugged at your heart. You placed your hand on his, squeezing gently. “You know, it’s okay to lean on someone else every now and then. Even big-shot Stonehearts need a break.”

He looked up, and for once, you could see past the facade, to the real Aventurine: the man who’d won his place by daring fate, the one who hid deep scars behind his dazzling smiles.

A smile of your own crept onto your lips, and you reached into your bag, pulling out a small, whimsical treat—a mooncake decorated with a tiny cat face. “I brought you something special,” you said with a playful wink. “I know it’s silly, but it reminded me of you.”

His laughter, softer than usual, filled the room as he accepted the treat, admiring it with a curious gaze. “Is this your secret weapon for cheering me up?”

“Absolutely!” you replied, bright-eyed. “I thought you’d like it. And besides, it’s cute—just like you.”

He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Are you flirting with me?”

You shrugged, laughing. “Maybe a little. But only because I want to see you happy.”

Aventurine took a bite, savoring the sweetness of the pastry and perhaps the warmth of your gesture. For once, he allowed himself a genuine moment of contentment, the weight on his shoulders momentarily lifted.

“Thank you,” he said softly, squeezing your hand in return. “You have a gift, you know… one I’m not sure I deserve.”

“Oh, Aven,” you murmured, leaning in closer. “Everyone deserves a little happiness. Even you.”

In that quiet moment, the IPC office felt like the small stage you’d grown up loving—a space where people could share smiles, cheer each other on, and find a bit of joy amid life’s struggles. And as you looked into Aventurine’s eyes, you saw a hint of something brighter, a glimpse of the man behind the gambler, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with pride.

Aventurine’s fingers brushed over yours. “If I knew I’d meet someone like you, maybe I wouldn’t have gambled so hard.”

“Aw, but then you wouldn’t be the Aven I know and love,” you teased. “So no regrets, okay?”

With that, he chuckled, nodding as he set down the mooncake and drew you into a hug—a rare, vulnerable embrace. And in his arms, you felt the quiet promise that you’d always be there for him, cheering him on and bringing a bit of Phoenix Wonderland’s magic wherever life’s game took you both.

[mochizuki-honami-official]

this really hasn’t been your day, has it?

I think people who don't wear socks to bed are evil.

Specifically an oversized purple cat wHO KEEPS PUTTING HIS DAMN COLD FEET ON ME!!!

[orthoeatspaperclips11]

i’ll draw the result

reblog for sample size blah blah blah