#he will remain like. the tallest tho
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cak3o · 3 months ago
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doodles galore, mostly...you know the drill
working on 2nd bots designs, also gonna redesign skull in my own style
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solargeist · 4 months ago
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I'll officially debut the joint Warcher oc that is based off of the Tekkit Mod!
Kit (he/they) is the tequila uncle to Flora's vodka aunt energy and Aether's wine mom vibes. They are the tallest of the Watcher trio with lighter hair than Grian. He probably looks the most actually related to G, except for how lanky they are and their freckles being rather predominant whenever their goggles aren't in the way.
Before becoming a Watcher, he was on a solo Tekkit world that started to behave... strangely around him, much like how Grian's base in Evo felt haunted at times.
They ended up joining the Watchers and are really only still a Watcher because of the borderline unlimited access to supplies it gave them for tinkering and working on grand projects and machines.
To Watchers outside of Grian, Aether, and Flora, he might seem like a laid-back guy who is most likely high and who just wants to be left to their own devices. To those he considers his family, they know him to be a bit more calculating than that and not as absent-minded as to just be focused of machinery.
To understand something, to Know it really, you have to Know its weaknesses, too. Watchers are no different. If Watchers remain the only ones in circulation, their culture will grow stagnant, and their progress will be stunted.
Isn't it convenient how every Listener gets their hands on technology imbued with magic that makes Watchers uncomfortable when they try to use their magic?
Wonder who started that.
Kit was also the most encouraging of Grian stepping away from the Watchers. "Gotta let the little birds fly on their own sometimes, ya know?"
-Lunar
the silly debuts ..... I like how the trio is like.. a spectrum of like.. everything....? Aether has dark hair, Kit has blonde, and Flora's is white.. Flora is the shortest, Kit the tallest. Aether the most religious... They're ... dare i say.... all dumbasses.....
we slowly filling up the watcher domaine
*tho i do want to add a disclaimer so people don't get confused: we write the watchers and listeners differently
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smallmartiniolive · 2 years ago
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My ninjago height head canons because I have the urge to dump them somewhere
Shortest to Tallest
Lloyd - look he’s still a baby and despite being forced to grow up he still remains the shortest,, I’m clinging to baby boy Lloyd because the horrors! The traumas! He looks very feral with his oni/dragon-ish features but he’s still small. He was so happy when he got taller only to still be the shortest
Kai - I know people like Jay being the shortest ninja but hear me out!! Kai has the energy of a feral short person that climbs people on the regular and I stand by that. All short people have a similar rage and fire buried inside them like Kai. I wouldn’t say he’s super short but you get the idea. When Lloyd started to grow he feared that he would once again be the shortest and forced someone to measure them right there. Constantly resting on Lloyd’s head for his own ego (he has to lean up a bit because Lloyd isn’t that much shorter than him)
Jay and Nya - Jay may not be the shortest ninja but he certainly isn’t the tallest. I can’t see Nya shorter than him and I like the idea of them being the same height but maybe Nya has a couple of inches on him. Also since they’re the same height they just share clothes religiously but Nya’s shoulders are broader than Jay’s and she has boobs so his clothes are snug on her unless they’re big.
Pixal - now we get to the tall people with Lloyd and Kai being shortish and Jay and Nya being average. Pixal has them robot genes and I bet she would make herself taller to compete with Zane but to fit in the Samurai X suit she had to stop somewhere so she is comfortably tall where she can get stuff on tall shelves but doesn’t bump her head on doorways
Cole - ok look hear me out. He was definitely the same height as Jay and Nya (during season 3 especially) but he started sprouting up around season 4 and scarily so. Jay shaking in his boots before his battle against Cole in the tournament of elements: oh no he got beef- I mean big very big woa men haha yea I’m still mad tho. I mean wasn’t season 4 when his appetite was shown and pointed out? It’d make sense. His growing pains being the only thing that stops him from throttling Chen
Zane - Zane will always be the tallest to me, and it’s his business if he rebuilds himself a little bit taller after injury. Cole and him are both at the height where they smack doorways but Zane is used to it so he got to be smug when he would hear a loud smack down the hallway followed by a “SON OF A BI- WHY IS THERE A DOORWAY HERE.” Kai probably uses him as some sort of look out point cus he’s tall.
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just-jae · 5 months ago
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Voltron LD Creative rerwrite
Okay, here we go.
Imma start with some superficial stuff:
All the main characters are adults (ranging 20-45). Tallest to shortest: Hunk and Keith are a close tie, Lance, Allura, Coran, Shiro, Pidge.
Oldest to youngest (ignoring Altean aging and the whole 10000 yr sleep) : Coran, Shiro, Allura, Pidge, Lance, Hunk, Keith
Allura's hair is more of a amber blonde. It's got like a slight rainbow effect (if that's what that's called) but just warm colors.
Alright less superficial stuff.
Keith's mom had a more outgoing and fun personality,. A lot more laid back and adventurous, but also verocious in battle. She can be passionate about what's right and wrong and what's nessecary. Leaving behind Keith wasn't just a testament to her dedication to to the Marmoran cause, but also to how much she trusted Keith's da with her bean
. Keith's dad was an actual cowboy (took care of cattle and the like) and liked to do funky cowboy dances. Maybe a volunteer firefighter though?
Keith also likes to do funky cowboy dances… when no one’s watching.
Keith had a crush on a neighbor who'd come to dance at their ho-down parties, but yaboi shy af tho so they never actually dated. His dad definitely teased him about his "boyfriend".
After Keith's dad's death, Keith became something of a workaholic, pouring himself into training and school, but was socially and emotionally shut down. He never really properly mourned, and had a hard time with intrusive thoughts whenever he was on the ranch, so he left it completely for the Garrison.
Allura and Coran aren't the last Alteans, the remaining ones are scattered throughout the universe just like the Galra (I mean, that was the whole point of destroying Altea-- to get revenge. So the Altaens dont have a homeworld just like like the Galrans, but the goal was never to wipe them out--- also why would they assume every Altean was on Altea. C'mon.
The Galra were originally very war like. It was their technological advancemencents that the Altaens adapted for more altruistic science. The Galra specialize in weapons and battle ships and communications while the Altaens had tech catered more toward medicine, bioengineering, and observation (telescopes, scanners, etc) But had a culture more deeply rooted in magic and mystic arts. Magic was how they initially came into contact.
Daibazaal had nightmare creatures, Altea had nightmare weather.
Zarkon was a Paladin a bit ironically. The Galra were very confrontational and defensive, often escalating conflicts amongst eachother or other planets into full out war, to the point that they were often seen more as predacious creatures than sentient beings.
Altea was one of the first planets to make peace with Daibazaal and, in-short, begin rehabilitating their image as bloodthirsty monsters, by sharing their diplomatic skills with them. This gave rise to leaders like Zarkon, whom could be very passionate and fierce if e felt threatened, but had the patience to observe and investigate a situation and indeed forged a reputation of robust reliability. Zarkon was a great leader, but was always controlling and power hungry,however those traits were used in healthier ways. Before then, those vices were more or less thoughts in the back of his head. Altea and Daibazaal worked together to forge Voltron, but at the time they were both fairly homogenous peoples (not very diverse in their personalities or mindsets) and so members of other species ended up as the other three paladins. The first Green and Blue paladins were both from the Dalterion belt, with Yellow actually being a wanderer alien of no particular planet (was mixed species too cause scifi).
The Fallout happened because of Altean witches being shady on multiple accounts and a domino effect leading to the death of a paladin. Broken trust, grief, and anger-- along with Altens generally tending to deny or trivialize the existence and influence of witches... or any bad thing in general-- escaelated social problems amongst their respective planets, opening old wounds until the destruction of Daibazaal, turns the Galra on the Alteans.
At first the Black Lion willingly participates, not only sharing the pain and distrust, but also being more nieve influenciable, like a child basically, but eventually it becomes conflicted by the killing and Zarkon's blind rage, and indulgence in his controlling tendencies, still emotionally attached, it rejects Zarkon and allows itself to be locked away, not even trusting itself to choose a good paladin to replace Zarkon.
Then history happens and--
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Okay so Lance is indeed a sharp shooter. His whole theme is precision and perfection. He's accurate with just about any weapon, and is phenomenal in tight spaces and dynamic, high-speed settings. Personality wise e tends to be impulsive and impatient, nit picky, vain, and superficial, quick to make other's deviations from an "ideal" out to be a flaw to fix. He starts out really annoying at first but he means well, he's just misguided about image and what-not. Also Lance is the cooky, foody one and a snob about it.
Hunk IS AN ENGINEER, and mechanics/physics expert. He's very attentive to the conditions of things, particularly when it comes to problems, and is good at telling real problems from inperfections. He's a good listener who tends to other's internal turmoils and helps the team mesh together by supporting everyone and tending to their needs. Sometimes this can be a bit onesided as Hunk may sometimes feel he has to be strong and invulnerable for everyone else, becoming burned out or neglecting his own care.
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Allura grapples with the fact that Altea's allies turned on them and wiped out everything she knew in a blink. I imagine she's got some trust issues and at first is particularly sensitive to infighting. From her perspective the Galra were either lying the entire time or the very idea of an alliance was fragile to begin with. The fact that it seems the entirety of the Galra went along with wiping out her people and then turning on the rest of the universe muddied her optimism and makes her more wary and hesitant to give the benefit of the doubt.
However, these are more subconsious fears that effect her knee-jerk reaction to things. The other paladins, starting out rough to begin with, and being prone to inner conflicts, help Allura to remember how strong and reliable forged bonds can be. She ends up investigating more of Altean and Galran history to try to make sense of what happened to cause the trust formed between them to collapse.
Shiro's backstory is much like the original.... EXCEPT there's no clone shinanigans. Shiro was absorbed into the black Lion and then revived- unlocking the ability to astral project and teleport.
At first, the Black Lion doesn't accept ANYONE, as the new Paladin, as it's too busy dealing with Shiro's soul or whatever. It's basically a scifi fantasy withdrawal/shutdown as he started to reflect on the fact that defeating Zarkon wouldn't end the imperialism of the Galra empire-- it seems like an impossibly endless feat. So the team has to learn to function without a head to Voltron. This is when Allura really steps up to be more involved on the front lines. She ends up spending alot of time with the black lion, empathizing with it, while also mourning Shiro, and she confides in it, especially given that they were both stuck in the castle for 10k yrs just to jump into a universal war.
So- yeah, eventually, Allura becomes the Black Paladin.
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Allura is the one who realizes Shiro is IN the black lion, and works on learning some kind of magic finger flittering to revive him.
After Zarkon's defeat, the team start to see more Galra opposing the Empire, not through flat out fighting it, but basically by under-the-table acts like voting against certain moves, conveiniently failing missions, Becoming secret allies to previously conquered planets (especially if they're on the outskirts of the empire and barely get looked at-- especially as generations pass.
Passive aggression. That's what it is. "Fuck imperialism, but also we were born on this conquered planet and the Empire is still pretty brutal, so. :,/"
The Blade of Marmora are considered a suicide squad and necessary evil for opposing the empire on such an intimate level as they often participate in war acts to maintain their cover, but have been vital in weakening the empire from the inside and gaining intelligence through their many moles. The Blade is part of the reason the Galra haven't advanced even further than they have, haven't found the lions, or Altaens and are only just now developing their super juice. It looks like they haven't done much but they have, especially for an organization that only started forming after the twisted intentions of Galra imperialism became apparent.
Shay joins Hunk and helps maintain the castle ship as a mechanic. She also journals to practice writing and reading. She ends up creating her own little scripts bc she finds them easier to use. It takes some time to teach her the ropes, but she helps out however she can. Gets a bad case of homesickness after a few weeks, but, you know who doesn't. Occasionally she goes back home.
Pidge was always a tomboy :'D So infiltrating the Garrison was more a matter of looking like a different person than a different gender :V. Just makes more sense to me that that would work better than just cutting ones hair and wearing a short and pants instead of a dress.
Mat died for real. Idk, I feel like the show made a big mistake punching me the gut and then going "haha just a prank bro". NOPE. Its my headcanon now. Mat's gonna stay in the ground and enjoy the tears I shed.
Maybe Pidge looks into it, in denial at first, and uncovers some journals or records about Mat that confirmed he was dead but also leads Voltron to new allies. I thought it was a nice touch to show the mortality of rebels, and why more people aren't opposing the Galra.
Prince Lotor gets a complete makeover, He looks a lot more like his dad, and is a bit of a mess. Like in the original, he goes through much the same arc, except he's not this brittish mastermind, he's still really smart, but he's a mess...a lot like Keith, and relatively young, like, younger than Keith (20), so like, 18-19 ish in galran ages. Imagine OG Lotor and LD Keith fused.
UUUMM...
Sendak and Haxus, and Throk. They do more. Like, seriously, they were good villains'. They still get taken out, but its more than just, Haxus falling, Keith just surprise attacking, and... idek what happened to Throk.. did he even die? *does research*
Throk goes rogue, full chaotic evil.
Some shipping stuff since its crossing my mind:
Shiro/Allura, they're literally mom and dad.
Hunk and Shay, are literally sweethearts, I think I'd love for them to be platonic friends too. Either works. Like, c'mon they adore eachother. Beasties frfr.
Like I said before, Keith/hometown cowboy crush. Keith feeling like he's already thrown es life away (the life he had on the ranch with his friends and whatnot) is something that makes him progressively more angsty. He becomes a high-functioning angster, longing for the life e had before the Garrison, but always being more afraid of the pain of all those emotions than the feeling of being alone or afloat.
When thy go back to earth Hometown Crush has also joined the Garrison, but as Casualty Control. I initially chose casualty control just bc I felt it was a pretty cool but overlooked specialty--- but for those who know what it is, it ironically also implies certain things about his and Keith's relationship
I'm thinking, for Lance/Pidge, he initially picks on Pidge a lot, but develops a crush on her bc "Pidge is awesome!". Its one of the first times he's actually been interested in someone for reasons other than looks or status. But, Pidge is not into Lance seeing him as a baby (even at 22) bc he's immature, and initially thinks he's only interested cus shes a girl and Allura already rejected him. She realizes later that he's being genuine, but again he's still pretty immature so it's a bit of a slow burn for them. Like literal years of work flirting- mutual work flirting.
Zarkon/Haggar, but, they weren't together before the "war". Heck, they didn't even know eachother. Haggar was practicing dark magic before and appealed her use the the Galran Empire just to save herself, and expand her reasources. Overtime, she gained a following of druids and floated up the ladder of power until she was at Zarkon's ear.
Seeing that she is the very thing that wedged the Galra and Altaens apart, they're a very ironic pair, and they're aware of this. But its been 10K years of being evil assholes, Zarkon doesn't give 2fucs about Altaens or witches anymore. And his relationship with Haggar has been marinating for a long time... and is mostly platonic... mostly.
I think Zarkon might even find it funny that the Empire is now the perfect entity for witches to thrive in.
Lotor initially is infatuated with Allura, but it's just infatuation. He does get a bit snot-nosed about it, thinking Allura couldn't see past his Galran blood and seeing it as an excuse to rip on her vices, but its a learning point for him to not have his insecurities blind him to reality. He gets over it once he accepts that Allura's disinterest isn't amanifestation of shallowness or a personal attack. She also makes him realize more about himself than the mix blood he's always ridiculed for. Allura salvages it pretty well.
Okay.. that's enough shipping stuff.
As far as endgame go. The show is very much a power of friendship theme, about building connections and mutual care. So, I guess, the endgame would be the sympathetic Galrans, the ones who HAVE learned to appreciate freedom and connections, instead of perpetuating the heirarchal chain of dominance and control, create their own web, and "join the fight" so to speak, by disrupting status Quo's left and right, and employing the empire's own robust tech and man power against it. It's like the American Revolution, but in space.
Call me a glutton for grief, but I was legit actually thinking that Earth would be destroyed just like Altea. All the signs wwere there, the Atlas being built, "Carrying the world", all the romancing about Earth and whatnot.
It seemed like they were going to put us in bith altean and Galran shoes and really make us understand what it meant to have yourworld destroyed, coming full circle. Maybe Haggar even straight up replicates the event that destroyed Daibazaal. And it just went to show not only how far removed modern Galra are from their history, but also snapshotting why it's so impactful when we see everything that we associate with ourselfes and our identity, and the place we called home, obliterated.
Or on a happier, more conclusive note, all the allies Voltron makes along the way make their defense of Earth successful, and they beome the first planet the Galran's fail to conqure, where at the end of the first season, Voltron barely made it out alive facing Zarkon alone.
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queensilber · 2 years ago
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Five x !Sparrow!Fem!Reader
Title: Age Shifter
Prompt: Confession at the Wedding
Lenght: 1134 words
and before you ask: Yes I write five in lowercase letters all the time, because I think it looks nice. Sorry, deal with it.
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„Y/n watch out!“ five yelled, even though there absolutely was no need to yell. You literally just walked down some stairs. In his defence, you wore a floor-length dress and high heels for the first time in your life. 
As a Sparrow, you had your life dedicated to training and work. Fancy dresses never were a part of your life, waste of time. You were excited to wear it today tho. Nonetheless, it was your sister's wedding, your only sister remaining, to be noted. Sure there still was Ben, but brothers and sisters just don't feel the same. 
With your powers, you switched your age to a 30-year-old, which you figured out to be the age you are both the tallest and the strongest.  Age shifting might seem quite boring, but it give you the advantage of people underestimateing you. And you love it. 
With the power of your 30-year-old self, you could easily carry the dress downstairs, where Five was waiting for you. 
You shifted back into a Teenage age, purposely into a version of yourself, where you are a little bit shorter than him. As your physical age shifts, your mental age stays around the same, it's just a point-of-view thing. And from the teenage point of view, Five Hargreeves was the most desirable male on earth. Not that there were too many options left, to be fair. But even if there were, so you are certain, you would still feel the same way.
You two didn't have a date in particular. He basically whined about all his brothers being annoying and then sort of asked you if you would spend the time at the wedding with him, so he wouldn't have to spend it with them. 
You two walked into the scenery and watched the wedding happen. You never saw your sister that happy before and you both felt incredibly happy for her, yet also sort of sad, that your sister would most likely not get as much happy time as she deserved it. You tried to get the sad thoughts out of your head by looking away from the happy couple at the altar and looking at five instead. Surprisingly you catch him looking back at you. As he notices you caught him staring he immediately looks away, but you think he‘s… blushing? No, that could only be a teenage girl hallucination. You would love to just shift into the I-Dont-Care-Granny mode, but that would certainly irritate the wedding, which was a no-go. 
The music playing, after the ceremony, was too romantic to be true. Luther and Sloan danced closely and they were happy. You looked at five. Should you ask him to dance? Or should you wait until HE does something? No. Now or never you tell yourself, age yourself up like a year, not visible at all, but enough change in your mind to be a little bit braver than before. 
„Five?“ you put your hand on his arm and look up at him. He looks back at you.
„Yes, y/n?“
„Would you dance with me?“
Instead of giving you an answer, he smiles, his typical, kinda asymmetrical smile you can’t help but admire, and takes your hand. In a smooth movement like you only saw him in Fights before, he pulls you onto the dancefloor. Putting his hand on your waist and pulling you closer he whispers, only just loud enough for you to hear:
„You know, if it wasn't the end you the world, I’d might dare to dream about this.“
You can feel your heart stutter. It is like your breath is taken away, but it obviously isn't because you somehow manage to ask,
„About what?“
He smiles, pulling you closer if that's even possible. With both pain and an unexpected amount of softness in his voice he answered you:
„That all of this could have happened to us one day. Not the wedding specifics, I mean… like… you know. Getting together… I mean … we…“ he seemed like he lost track of what he was trying to tell you, but you knew. You knew exactly what he meant. You always did, since the day the umbrellas arrived. And almost since then, you felt the same way. 
So you ended his painfully awkward confession, by grabbing his collar and pulling him into a kiss. He didn't react at first, and you almost thought that you might have overreacted and that you might have gone too fast for him, but then you felt his hand on your back pulling you to his chest. He kissed you back and you realized at some point, that you two weren't standing on the dancefloor any more. Somehow you must have been too focused onto the kiss that you didn't even notice how five had teleported you to to the end of the room, a little more afar of the others, a little more private and a little more… just for you two.
At some point, the kiss ended. Of course, you knew you wouldn't be able to keep kissing until the end of the world (Okay, you admitted in a little sindecomment in you brain, actually it Wouldn’t be that unrealistic) but somehow you still didn't expect it that much. You look up at him and he smiles back down at you. „You know, y/n, the day we arrived here, the day you beat my ass up and scared the living shit out of me..“ 
five starts, and you lauth a little at the memory of it. You had chilled as a six year old when they arrived, and when five saved his sister from Alfonso, you realized that he was a possible goal for your coolest trick. As a kid you went up to him, but when he bent down to look at you you instantly shifted to a thirty year-old and beat him up. So simple, when it’s unexpected. 
„… Already that day you had won over my interest. And then after a while… i started looking out for you. Within a few days you had me longing for you. Even dreaming about you, i must admit…“ he scratched his neck and blushed a little, but you just smiled, took his hand back down in your own. „Well, what i‘m trying to say is.. and trust me i would not already tell you that if it wasn’t the end of the fucking universe… I love you, Y/n. I love you and if the world ends, you are the one who‘s hand i want to be holding.“ his face expressed both, love and sorrow. 
„I love you too, five. And i always will, even if everything else is gone.“
So he kissed you again, and you knew no matter what happens, you know on who‘s side you belong. 
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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years ago
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You seem eager for me to splurge super long again—
And I don't mind that at all
This won't be a splurge tho, I'll just answer the smaller things here first
Vara's gender was explained when I talked about his race, he's technically both and neither at the same time because of a sprite's hermaphrodite nature where they can fully change their forms back and forth between female and male, but also have an in between form which is neither. He's somewhat the same but doesn't fully change his appearance for it, but remains as a guy throughout the whole story.
His hair was that way when he was born, it's just a fully natural feature for angels to have (I've been loving that nickname you gave Ezephr btw)
Their heights...Irzayn is the tallest and Vara is the shortest. Vara: 5'7". Irza: 6'3". Ezephr: 5'11"
I shall send you another splurge to answer those new questions soon if the meds don't knock me out first
I would like to mention about how far I was going to take this story—I've already been writing it as a book and there's twelve chapters so far...you can find links to them on my pinned post but the only chapter I've put on Tumblr is the first one
mhm i am!! pls do whenever you have the time, i've always got my ears open for new stuff <33
ohhh right i totally just skipped right over that– dsjdsj jeez i feel stupid,,, and alr i'll keep that male pronoun in order for him :)
aah okay, good to know! ty :D i wasn't sure if you already had one for him so i just made one up quick to make things go quicker lol
FJGDJX i fully expected eze to be taller than that! i just love the thought of people looking down on eze– it adds some humanity to him, and i like that! and jeeeez irza's tall!!
alright coolio!!! i'm going to turn asks of here after this post because i've been putting stuff off for too long and i'm gonna see how much of it i can get done tonight :]
and as soon as i'm done i'm going right to your page and checking that out! :D
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newenglandsept2023 · 1 year ago
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Day 9. Wed. Sept. 13: State College to Ridgway (127 km) to Bradford (196 km), Pennsylvania to Amherst (330 km), NY.
Another day of beautiful riding through Pennsylvania and the Appalachain Mountains. But first, a short visit to Penn State, before I leave town.
Founded in 1855, the Penn State campus in State College serves 90,000 students, spread over 7,350 acres.
Its mascot, and the name of its athletic teams, is the Nittany Lions, in reference to the local Mount Nittany, which overlooks the university.
The campus is far too large for me to capture, but I do get a few pictures that speak to the size, beauty, and majesty of its grounds and buildings.
I set out intending upon a leisurely ride that will allow me to fully enjoy the Appalachain Mountains. As I ride through the many small towns, it is not difficult to see that changing times have impacted simpler and arguably better times in Pennsylvania.
It used to have an abundance of coal mining and local industries, but much of that has dried up, and only to varying degrees been replaced. A ride through Johnsonburg provides a perfect example. A large Domtar Plant dominates the valley (see photo), and the town is built around it. It is not hard to imagine what the loss of a key industry like that can do a town or a state.
I push on the Bradford, which is where I will cross over into southwestern New York. On the way, I stop in Mt Jewett. In almost all the small towns in Pennsylvania, the street poles lining the main street are adorned with banners depicting the deceased veterans from that town. I want to get a picture (see below).
While there, I strike up a conversation with a local biker who tells me about Kinzua Bridge State Park. He says that the turnoff is only a mile away and that the park is at the end of an eight mile, twisting, windy road. What choice do I have?
The 339-acre Kinzua Bridge State Park, is located in McKean County and is the home of the reinvented Kinzua Viaduct.
The Viaduct, once the longest and tallest railroad structure in Pennsylvania at 2,053 feet long and 301 feet high, was partially destroyed by a tornado during 2003.
Rather than rebuilding it, it was reinvented as a pedestrian walkway during 2011. Visitors can stroll 600 feet out on the remaining support towers, peer miles out into the Kinzua Gorge, and gaze down through the partial glass platform at the end of the walkway or over the end of the bridge and still see tho old trestles lying in the valley below. The views of the valley from the end of the bridge are pure Appalachia. A lush green valley stretching out as far as the eye can see, bounded on either side by richly forested, verdant green mountains. I surreptitiously capture a visiting Amish family in one of my shots. Pennsylvania is home to many Mennonites and Amish communities, and while I have passed them in their buggies on the road, I have until now not been able to get a shot.
Duely satisfied and impressed, I buy a T- Shirt and press on towards Amherst.
In New York, the beautiful rural countryside continues on, but the mountains begin to diminish. The real mountain action in New York is the Adirondaks and the Catskills in the eastern half of the state.
With a population close to 125,000, Amherst is an incredibly charming and welcoming town located in the heart of the Niagara region. It is well-known for its lovely Victorian architecture, friendly people, and many exceptional restaurants. Skirting the east side of Buffalo to get there is another story as Buffalo too has been hard hit, and the east side often seems to take the brunt. Nonetheless, I do, in fact, arrive and check into my hotel in one piece. It will be my last night sleeping in a hotel. Tomorrow, I head back to Toronto, home, and my own bed.
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froggiesaregood · 4 years ago
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alternatively, every Uruguayan gets 14 new kangaroo best friends, and get to ride around town in their kangaroo pockets?
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#like when u put your cat in ur hoodie front pocket#ive always wanted an animal best friend that's bigger than i am and could kill my enemies#like bigger than a kangaroo tho#basically i want to be best friends with a giant and ride on his shoulder as he walks across the mountains and valleys#and hes so tall that the ocean only goes up to his chest and we just walk where ever we want#going where the wind takes us#he is centuries old so he shows me all his favorite places and lets me discover them and fall in love with this beautiful place we live in#and while he walks his deep voice rumbles like the thunder and recalls tales of adventures from an age gone by#when the giants still walked the earth and the forests and wild places in the world were undiscovered#when the old giant first fell in love with the world around him and her fragile beauty#from the tallest mountain to the smallest creatures#now all the other giants are gone#they all had laid themselves down to join the earth#their skin and bones turning to earth and rock#what was once clothes and hair was now grass and trees#now only this one giant remained#but even giants age#even giants tire and grow old#now he walks these familiar lands looking upon each sight as if it were the last drop of water hed been saving for an hundred lifetimes#and so it is solemnly that he carries me to discover his memories#and seeing my child-like wonder and sincere curiosity at all the things that had grown old and familiar to the giant#fills him with renewed passion and of tales long forgotten#and the end of the day he gently sits with me on his shoulder and tells me his memories of all the things we had seen that day#until the soft steady rumble of his voice sends me to sleep#while i sleep he stares out across the horizon and up to the stars#the moon and all the stars around her sing to him#the kind of songs sung by the wind and the grass. songs sung by the waves and the thunder and the rain#every night he listens to the moon sing and when the sun rises to sing of the beauty of the earth he carries me to new sights#untill one morning i rise with the sun to find myself lying in the grass on a cliff looking out to the sea.#in the soft light of morning lay a great mountain which was once my dearest friend facing peacefully out to the sea with a smile on his face
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wardenannie · 3 years ago
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Hurt Levi pls
I normally don't take tumblr prompts, but for you, anon whose identity is a total mystery to me, I will accept
NSFW under the cut. Also warning for some torture that happens about midway through. Nothing too graphic tho.
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Kenny captured him as they dueled in the streets of the capital. Levi didn't see the net coming until it was too late. His eyes were locked on the gunslinger, body moving like water as he spun past bullet after bullet, slate eyes trained on Kenny's exposed jugular.
When the net struck him it took his balance with it, and he tumbled two stories to the ground, confused in a pile of weights and rope. He landed with a sickening crunch, the right side of his body slamming brutally into the paving stones.
Levi was stunned, body wracked with agony as his broken bones screamed in complaint.
He could hear his squad calling out for him; "Heichou!" But he could not make out their faces as his vision blurred and dark shadows began to loom over him.
One of those shadows- the tallest, the most menacing- laughed, and then spat in his face. Kenny.
"Gotcha, runt," Levi could hear the sneer in his voice, words dripping with the venom of sordid joy. He struggled, breath coming ragged as panic began to set in.
"Knock him out," Kenny ordered.
A sharp pain radiated up the side of Levi's skull, then everything went black.
He awoke in a dark cell, suspended by iron manacles that dug harshly into his wrists. His shirt was gone, body coated in a fine sheen of cold sweat that shimmered in the dim light of a single, paltry torch.
Levi's head throbbed painfully. The right side of his body was mottled with blue-black bruises. It hurt to breathe, to blink, to think.
But Levi was a survivor, so he pushed through the pain, recalling everything that had brought him to this point. He remembered battling on the streets of the capital. He remembered Kenny shouting his name boisterously. He remembered Nifa's brains being splattered across the rooftops, and he remembered falling, and falling, and falling.
"Shit," he cursed, and he pulled at his restraints. The movement only served to dig the metal more painfully into his flesh, fresh blood running hot down his forearms.
Levi drew in a ragged, fortifying breath, then shouted with all of his remaining might, "Kenny!"
The low tenor of his voice echoed through the subterranean dungeon. A peppering of dust fell from the rafters, disturbed by the sudden noise.
Panting, chest heaving as he bit through another full body wave of pain, he shouted again, louder, with more power and rage behind the name; "KENNY!"
His muscles went limp, body hanging weakly from his shackles, toes dragging on the filthy floor. Everything hurt. It hurt so much. Every fiber of his being seemed to be crying out in red hot pain. His head throbbed, eyes pulsing in his skull. There was a constant pressure in his chest, digging into his lung, a broken rib, more like than not.
Levi huffed a broken sound, hanging his head. He was useless like this, strung up like a fresh kill. He shut his eyes, waiting helplessly for his fate to arrive.
Hange would come for him. He knew she would.
He recalled their parting moment, the people she had loaned him, the people he had gotten killed. He remembered the trust she had placed upon him, that had swirled behind those wine-colored eyes, and somehow he felt even more broken.
"Hange..." He sighed her name, lids fluttering.
He'd been so caught up in his memories that he hadn't heard the telling sound of footsteps on the bricks. Two grizzled, calloused hands gripped the bars mockingly.
Kenny grinned at him from the darkness of the corridor, freshly shaven. Face porous and lined and aged.
"Hey there, runt," he goaded, fingers drumming softly on the bars. Two more people appeared beside him, men, their faces obscured behind black torturer's hoods. Their black eyes flashed menacingly in the torchlight.
"We have a few questions for ya," Kenny produced a key from around his neck and slipped it into the lock. The heavy, barred door opened with a metallic shriek and a muffled kerthunk. He slipped into the cell, body long, thin and skeletal. Behind him the two torturers followed.
Now that they stood in the light Levi could see that they wore the instruments of his torture across their bodies like bandoliers. The knives and scalpels and scrapers all gleamed orange by the light of the torch.
Levi swallowed thickly, giving another weak pull at his shackles.
"Now," Kenny's smile never waned. He laced his fingers behind his back, standing up straight and proud. "Are ya gonna cooperate? Or will we have to do this the hard way."
Levi's lips curled into a snarl. They wanted Hange's location, the location of his squad.
They could rot in hell.
He demonstrated as much by spitting onto the floor in front of Kenny's boot.
"Fuck off."
Kenny puffed his cheeks amusedly, and took a small step backward to make way for the torturers.
"These fellows are good at what they do," Kenny explained softly as they began to pluck their implements from their chests. "They were loaned to me by the king himself."
Levi bared his teeth, refusing to give Kenny anything more than his ire.
Kenny cracked his knuckles, smile shifting to lopsided and entertained, "Alright then, let's begin."
Levi stayed strong. Through it all, he endured. He kept his lips sealed, biting on them until they bled like his exposed nailbeds, like the parallel lines they drew across his belly with their razor sharp knives. He endured when they began breaking nailess toes, and he endured when they moved on to his fingers, peeling the skin back to the first knuckle.
His blood painted the floor in crimson-black drips. His grunts of agony echoed through the dungeon halls in a torturous symphony.
"Where is Hange Zoe?" Kenny asked, obviously beginning to grow exasperated.
Levi showed his teeth, red with blood, red dripping from his nose, "Never." He choked, tasting rust in his mouth. He would die before he gave Hange up. It was her face that lingered in the back of his mind, that bolstered his resolve against their blunted rods as they beat his already broken ribs.
He remembered her smile. Her laughter. They way she smirked when she teased him over his height and cleanliness. He remembered her touch, the fire she awoke inside of him, in his skin.
He remembered Hange. His Hange. And he endured.
Eventually they left him alone. Making sure to snuff out the torch as they went, Levi dangled weakly in the dark. The only sounds were that of his own breathing and his blood dripping steadily onto the floor.
His vision began to fade, sounds growing distant, as though he were submerged beneath dark waves of white hot water. He struggled to breathe, to keep his eyes open. 
Ultimately his struggle was in vain. He fell into viscous, black unconsciousness. 
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Hange Zoe had never before known fear like this; this terrible, gripping thing that settled in her chest and constricted around her lungs like a parasitic snake. It radiated outward from her center, down her limbs and into her fingertips, numbing them as she gripped the triggers of her ODM gear. 
He had to be alive. He had to be. 
How would she survive if Levi were gone. What would she do? She couldn’t imagine it, that agony which she was barely holding at bay. Were the worst to come to fruition it would surely consume her. 
They busted through the doors of the anti-personnel squad compound. Shattering through them with a battering ram, shards of broken wood raining down on the occupants of the adjacent room; splintering and slicing them. 
Hange grabbed the first man she saw by his collar, hoisting him into the air as her muscles burned. She pressed the edge of her blade to his throat, flashing her teeth, vision blurring red with complete and utter rage. 
“Where is he?!”
Moblit and Levi squad apprehended the others in the room. Binding their hands and feet. Hange simply wanted them dead.
The man dangled in the air, grasping weakly at Hange’s wrist where she held him aloft, “I- I um...” 
“Spit it out or you won’t have a tongue to speak with!” Hange demanded, pressing her blade more insistently to his throat. 
“D-downstairs,” he pointed towards a door with a shaking finger. 
Hange grunted and threw him roughly down onto the floor, leaving him to the rest of the squad. She rushed for the doors, prying a torch off of the wall as she descended into the dark depths of the dungeon. 
Let him be alive, she chanted to herself. Please, whatever gods there may be, let him be alive. 
Kenny was nowhere to be found. The fighting upstairs cleared quickly and soon all of Levi squad was trailing the Section Commander through the dark labyrinth. 
It only took another few moments for them to discover him hanging by his wrists in the dark. He was filthy, covered in blood, sweat, and bruises. His eyes were closed, chest barely rising with stilted breath. 
“Levi!” Hange rasped, gripping the bars. “What did they do to him?” 
She ground her teeth to the point of pain, leaning all of her weight into the bars like she could bend them through sheer force of will alone. The sight of his blood pooling on the floor made her stomach twist, her heart ache. Her mouth was dry and a salient mixture of horror and utter rage pooled in her center. 
Armin was already working on the lock. But it wasn’t fast enough. 
Hange shoved him out of the way and slammed one of her blades down into the rusty lock mechanism over and over. It creaked, shuddered, and then cracked in two under the force of her assault. 
Leaving the rest of the squad in the dust, Hange rushed to Levi’s side, wrapping her arms tenderly around his waist and lifting him so his wrists were no longer being cut by the shackles. 
“Hange,” he choked her name weakly, then spit blood onto the yellow of her shirt. His slate eyes were hooded and distant, dissociative from the pain. 
Armin and Mikasa were working on his restraints. 
“I’m here,” Hange breathed, careful only to touch him where she had to. “I’m here.” 
She wanted to scream at the sight of him. His body was a warzone; brutalized, left sallow and broken. His skin was clammy, breath tinged with the scent of blood. 
“Levi...” she exhaled shakily, and finally the manacles came lose and Levi crumpled into her arms. He buried his face against her neck, and she heard him inhale sharply, painfully. 
Hange bit her lip, cupping the back of his head, stroking his greasy hair gingerly. 
Moblit cupped her shoulder gently, his eyes wide with concern, “Section Commander, we need to go.” 
Hange nodded, lifting Levi protectively into her arms. She wouldn’t let anyone help her. She couldn’t bear the thought of anyone touching him but her. She guarded him carefully all the way back to their hideout, keeping his head nestled safely in her lap as their cart wheeled bumpily along the city streets. 
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Hange treated his wounds as best she could. She wrapped his tortured fingers and stitched the wounds in his abdomen. She tied his broken toes to unbroken ones and gave him water each hour on the hour. As for his bruises? She could only hope that they were not set too deeply into his muscles and organs. She could only caress delicate fingers over his cheek and pray to whatever merciful gods might exist that he would come out of this trial relatively unscathed. 
Though he would always bare the scars. Reminders of her own failure to protect him; the man she...
She utterly refused to leave his side, not even to report to Erwin. She sent Moblit in her stead. 
And how could she leave him? Her Levi? Her partner in crime? How could she possibly rationalize leaving his side when he was so close to death, when she had nearly lost him. 
She cried softly at night, sat up against a stark brick wall, just feet away from the Captain. She cried because she realized for the first time that she really, truly loved this man. She loved him with each individual fiber of her imperfect being. She loved him, and she had nearly lost him. 
Levi had nearly died. 
“I feel so helpless,” she whispered, blinking back her tears. “Levi, I’m so sorry. If I had just gotten there sooner you might not-
“Shut it, four-eyes,” Levi groused painfully, blinking to wakefulness. His voice was groggy, eyes blurry, but he still managed to reach out and touch Hange. He laid his bandaged had over her own. 
“You’re awake,” Hange exhaled in relief, and she leaned over him slightly, scooting nearer. She could feel the reassuring heat of his body, watch the steady rise and fall of his chest. 
“Did you...” Levi let out a painful wheeze when he tried to rise onto his elbows. Hange gently coaxed him back into the sheets. “Did you treat me?” 
Hange nodded, sniffing, “I did. We’re still in hiding so we couldn’t call on any actual doctors.” 
Levi swallowed thickly, wounded fingers curling gingerly around her own, “Is Kenny dead?” 
“No, he wasn’t there when we raided the compound.” 
“Shit.” 
“Levi...” Hange leaned closer, looming over him. Her eyes flashed with genuine concern. Her throat suddenly felt too tight, too hot. 
Levi went very still, and for a long moment they simply stared, gazing into one another’s eyes. There was a spark of recognition in Levi’s grey as he reconciled the emotion swirling in Hange’s russet irises. 
“Hange...” 
She kissed him, leaning carefully over his body and sealing their lips in a wet, tearful kiss. Her tongue traced along his lower lip, and he granted her entrance with a soft moan, mimicking her action in turn. Hange cupped his cheek, thumb brushing along his chin. 
When they parted a soft sob wracked through Hange’s body, breath tickling along Levi’s parted lips, tears peppering his cheeks. 
“I almost lost you,” Hange choked. 
Slowly, Levi raised his good arm and cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in for another; slower, more reverent kiss. 
Hange shifted her position over Levi’s body as their tongues and lips worked in tandem. She straddled his left thigh, her own thigh pressing very near to the crux of his legs where he was obviously hard, wearing only a thin pair of sleep pants that Hange had scrounged for him. 
“You almost died,” she said when they parted again. Then she peppered his face with kisses from his forehead to his chin. “I almost lost you, Levi.” 
“We’re soldiers,” Levi spoke, but there was no conviction behind his words. “Soldiers die.” 
Hange shook her head, more tears welling. She bit her lip painfully, and when she opened her mouth to speak only a pained noise managed to eek past her lips. 
“I knew that you would come for me,” Levi admitted after a moment of uncomfortable silence. “I knew you’d be the one.” 
Hange nodded fiercely, then kissed him again. Her fingertips teased along the waistband of his pants, and he hummed in silent consent. Hange needed this, they needed this. This kairotic moment to which they had been building for years. This physical expression of their shared need, desires, and- though they did not give it voice- their love. All of it precipitating from such exquisite pain as nearly losing one another. 
When she sank down onto him is was with a soft sigh. He filled her up, made her feel whole in a way she had never known she was missing. She was careful of his broken body, setting a slow, even pace that drove the both of them mad. 
“Hange,” Levi whispered her name. His bandaged hands lifted to hold her hips as she rode him. 
“I love you,” she admitted, ducking her face to hide behind her hair. “I love you and I almost lost you, Levi.”
Tears continued to pepper his face and chest as they made love, Hange gliding gracefully back and forth on him. He even managed to cant his hips slightly to meet her, drawing a quiet moan past her lips. 
They reached climax quickly, peaking together in a moment which Hange could only describe as one of pure light. 
Afterwards she tucked herself into his good side, head resting on his shoulder, cum dripping between her thighs. 
“I love you, short stuff. I love you so much it hurts. And to see you so broken, in so much pain... I can’t.” The tears were flowing again, dampening the sheets. 
“Easy,” he touched her hair. “I’m alive, four-eyes. You saved me.” 
“Not before-
“Hey, enough of that shit,” Levi demanded, though his voice was soft. He inclined his head to kiss Hange’s hair. “I’m alive four eyes. I’m alive because you came for me.”
Hange blinked away her tears and nuzzled into Levi’s neck. Muffled against his skin she breathed, “I love you.” 
Levi closed his eyes. Body still aching, in tatters, but with Hange by his side he felt as though everything might turn out okay. 
He loved her, too.
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ketsxeki · 4 years ago
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anonymous asked: hi! i wanna request a gonta x male reader one-shot or drabble where gonta meets someone from another school who is as tall and beefy as him (he could be taller, like 6’10) and when gonta is entering hopes peak the male reader is like “HEYYY BROO” running up to him and lifting off his feet, hugging him while everybody is around? (gonta would blush heavily) thank you so much if you read this and have a good day!
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a/n: ooooo very interesting! i can do this for you tho! enjoy!
title: gentle giants
pairing(s): gonta gokuhara x male!reader
post type: one shot
premise: gonta finds the one person who towers over him
warning(s): none
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Gonta knew he was tall, the tallest in his class throughout his elementary and middle school days. Now as a student at Hope’s Peak, Gonta remained the only student to tower over everyone, even teachers. Yet, there was only one person Gonta ever ran into who towered over him. 
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Gonta remembered it clear as day when he met (Y/N) (L/N), there was a joint graduation ceremony between his middle school and another because of budget cuts. His parents stood next to their son with proud smiles, as they waited for the photographer to snap a photo of the moment. 
Gonta remembered feeling bored at the ceremony, waiting to go home and tend to his ant farm. He stared over the heads of his fellow classmates at an even six feet tall, scanning the crowd mindlessly. Another boy stood nearby with his parents, a blissful smile gracing his face. 
Gonta’s eyes widened in surprise when the boy began to approach Gonta, growing taller and taller the closer he got. For the first time, Gonta had to tilt his head up, as he locked eyes with the boy who stood at least five inches taller than Gonta. 
“You’re Gokuhara from Class 3A, right?!” the boy asked with excitement. Gonta nodded shyly in response, “Gonta is..” the boy smiled once more and shook Gonta’s hands, “I remember you from the Entomology Convention! Your paper on butterflies won first place! I’m (L/N), (Y/N) (L/N)!”
Gonta blushed at the hand to hand contact but nonetheless, he shook (Y/N)’s hand. Rarely did Gonta ever meet someone who was a fan of his work in entomology, so this was a happy change of pace.
“I hope to see you around!” exclaimed (Y/N), “Later, Gokuhara!”
(Y/N) ran off without another word, leaving Gonta standing there speechlessly. Gonta’s father looked at his son and asked him, “Was that a friend of yours, Gonta?”
“Gonta not sure.. Gonta not very sure.”
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The first day of Hope’s Peak Academy ushered in a new era of Ultimates, Gonta Gokuhara being one of them. He smiled happily when he entered the academy, adjusting his tie and suit. First day jitters were a thing of the past, as Gonta felt excitement fill his body at the thought of spending time honing his talent as the Ultimate Entomologist. Sure, Gonta didn’t have any friends with him when he entered Hope’s Peak, but he had high hopes that would change. 
“YO BRO!” a familiar voice shouted at Gonta. The entomologist looked up and his eyes widened at the sight of (Y/N) (L/N) barreling towards him. Standing at 6′6″, Gonta still felt small in comparison to the giant and those feelings festered more so when (Y/N) tackled Gonta and lifted him up into the air.
“Gokuhara bro!” the giant of a boy spun Gonta around in the air, much to Gonta’s embarrassment. Bystanders turned and stared in surprise at the two giants, Gonta’s cheeks turning a dark scarlet.
“It’s good to see you again!” exclaimed (Y/N).
“Gonta feels same!” answered Gonta with a nervous smile, “What (Y/N) Ultimate?”
“I’m the Ultimate Basketball Player!” answered the 6′10″ boy, “Mainly cuz of my height but I was talented enough to score a spot in the new Hope’s Peak class! Cool, ain’t it?!”
“Very cool!” replied Gonta.
Maybe he would find a friend in (Y/N) (L/N).
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thelesbianlegacy-swtor · 3 years ago
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OC list of the MMO LESBIAN
SarapAlexandria Duvel <3 Vette
Sith Warrior
Human, brown short hair, 1,78, D cups, she likes dressin on armor that is bulkier than a tank or in a tank top and leggings. Dark eyes and light skin
Lesbian. LOVES toys in bed
Headcannons
Has a personal Dreagnough that she uses as a colliseum. She has taken into training new sith in combat. More than her apprentices they are more of gladiators for her to fight.
Kinda crazy. Likes to bounce around and do Tons of damage. She is feroucios about defending the Empire and believes that the republic is doomed. Has archived the impossible more than a dozen times so no plan is to crazy or stupid for her. Gratefully, her wife knows what is too stupid or too crazy and so she fixes those plans so her big sith girl can go fight monsters and other people.
Married Vette. Only she can make her laught so much that she forgets she is angry. The tiny girl is so adorable and so cute and jsut so horny for Alexandria that the two of them spend 3 months on a horny induced honeymoon. Even now after the war with zakuul they keep having more honeymoons whenever they get the chance.
She wasnt all that hurt by Quinns betratal. Like, hey man fatman told you to kill me so no biggie- But from now on you are my bitch and i will bully you over all this k?
Jaesa kinda bugs her. She is Dark side but not SO crazy but still she is kinda...tiny. Alexandria likes to challenge her to crazy stuff and she always gets on trouble with her, but Jaesa is so young and sometimes weak that 
Pierce is her best freind. A total madman when it comes to battle, a blootthirsty man that will not doubt in choosing violence but also super trusthworthy and she knows he will stop her from getting killed in stupid ways
For her Broonmark is her fluffy monster! Just point release and watch blood by spilled. She makes him shower after every bottle and use proucts on his hair cause she likes how soft he gets.
She remains a free agent causing chaos everywhere. She is not quick to kill always tho. If she got a good fight with someone she will usually let them live so they can fight again.
She is the most sexually proactive girl around. She will get every pair of cute or hot tiddies on a bed along side Vette. She is a bit dom and doesnt like playing sub, but she will play passive.
Master of Shien and Juyo, she likes to go crazy with a lightsaber and destroying the place but doesnt really like dual wielding
Seraphine <3 Temple
Sith Agent. New code name: Specter
Cyborg, mostly internal components on her eye, brain and bones. 1,96M, Long hair, usually red but she likes dying it. C cups, She wishses to get more tits but she has to be stealthy. She likes using loose clothes with lots of cleavege. She isnt a fan of bras.
Lesbian Switch. Likes bondage and public stuff. She can and will play any part on roleplay. From the scared virgin to the cruel dominatrix
Headcannons
A master of hidding on plain sight. Seraphine is the kind of woman who blends everywhere. She likes attention from the spotlight just to let it go 5 minutes later. She has the talent of being so likeable that any girl that gets close to her on bed, never gets mad with her for leaving or just going for another girl. She also has a perfect memory and will remember how you like to be touch, how much you moan or what kind of cnadies you like when you are on your days. She is as soft as she is Ruthless. She has never regret killing anyone for more than an hour. Unless she kils someone she has slept with she will pull the triger no matter what. This includes civilians, wounded and allies. After Chapter 3 she left the identity of Cypher 9 and became a shadow agent for the Empire. Her new code name: Specter. 
After the War with Zakuul she was left on charge ofthe Alliance by Darth Nox. Both the Ex Imperial Wrath and the Supreme Huntress stayed behind with her. 
She doesnt like Kaliyo. No. She is no fun. She likes to hurt and doesnt look after girls. She was particulary angry at her at the start because she would try to get on the way of her time with other girls. So Seraphine got Kaliyo a cute chasity belt and allowed her to focus on chaos outside the bedroom. That way they both can get what they want. Chaos and attention.
Vector is her special little guy. Confident. Trusthworthy. But really fun to mess up with. Seraphine tells him to do weird stuff just to get a laught at weird situation. She also helps him send money for Killik Joiners. She likes that he is simple
Lokin is a weird guy for Seraphine.He could do a lot of stuff with the ragkghoul virus but she likes that he is quiet and calm. She likes trying tea with him
Ensign Temple is the only girl that has kept Seraphine attention span for more than 1 night. She likes her a lot because she cant read her as well as other people and so she makes her angry just to learn more about her. She forgot how it felt to get to know someone through time and so she likes to keep her around. She also likes Temple is super organized and loyal
Seraphine can never choose fast between either a big rifle or a tiny blade under her dress. She likes how chaos erupts after a person gets shots down but she also likes to be close when her target takes their last breath
FUCK SCORPIO UwU
Arthemys Delos <3 Mako
Huntress
Built like a tank, She likes lifting Mako to train her big guns. She is a cyborg with lots of internal components and a cybernetic leg (left) She isnt the tallest girl, she is 169 (nice) but she has the biggest tiddies. She carries two E cups that she loves to put on Mako’s face. She has black short hair
Lesbian 
Total top but wont say no to being topped every know and then
Headcannons
Money,gambling, explosions and pretty girls, Arthemis cares for little more than that. As long as she can fire guns, gamble money and have a bed with a pretty girl on it she will do an job. She loves hunting animals and will almost never reject a bounty. What she wont do, is just say yes to any quest or mission. She can get money as easy as she can waste it and so throwin credits at her doesnt work. Only if the work isnt something she dislikes or too easy or boring she will do it. She has a few internal implants after playing with grenades when she was young.
Mako is hers. Hers alone. She wont let her go beyon her sight and will actually get restless for being away from her too long. Arthemis is possesive which Mako kinda likes.
The two of them likes being on top of eachother as much as possible but a extra pair of hands or tiddies make them both pretty happy. Most of the time, is actually Mako who gets the girl.
Gault is jsut too fun not to keep around. Arthemis wouldnt call him his best friend becuase she suspects the guys can be bought but he is fun either way. She like getting a lot of money with him and then wasting it all or just not taking the pay,just to mess up with him.
Torian is fun. Sometimes. He is a mandalorian and she likes fighting strong people. But Torian is a bit more serious that she would like. She doesnt like people dying because then she cant fight them again and so she doesnt like some decisions of the mandalorian. But at the end of the day the trust that the two share is one of a brotherhood.
Blizz. God Damm Blizz. When Arthemis got Mako on her bed and then into her family she thought she coulnt be happier. She was wrong. The little jawa makes everything better. As chaotic as her and even weirder than Gault, Arthemis just cant stop keeping the jawa around
YOU READ MY COMMENT ABOUT SCORPIO? WELL THAT X2
Selendis likes using two big guns to shot down her enemies. She doesnt really enjoy going around in huge armor so she keeps herself kinda light. But her armor is still a bit big. Why you ask? Cause she loves the feeling of having not only a flamethrower but also grenades, missiles, hooks and electric weapons all stuffed in her body. 
Selendis <3 Lana and Senya
Sith Inquisitor
Sith girl with piercing orange eus and long amazing black hair. She is 182 and as sith that focus on range combat, she took the luxury of enhancing her breasts to a nice DD cups. She doesnt like jewelry but she has a few tattoos. 
Sorcerer
Lesbian. The one to dom them all.
No amount of girls is too much when it comes to Selendys
A proud, stylish and master manipulator Selendis believes that the empire can be improved but even in its current state is better than the republic. She is patient and ruthless and wont stop until the galaxy is back on order. She left the alliance and took overthe sith empire after letting Acina step down. Seriously, no killing her just “Try and stop me from getting the throne”
Khem Val is her personal monster. A warrior of another time which she swears wont ever be forgotten. She has taken into redacting whatever information the dashade gives her. She has task him ith protecting everyone she deems worthy of her interest
Andronikos is a fun and interesting man. He is a pirate with experience and a code. Hard things to find. Selendis enjoys him being slipery and smartass. She also enjoys the acces to the underworld the man provides. Over all she likes that the betrayed man has once more put his trust on someone. She wont abuse it but she prides herself of it
Ashara. The little puppy. She has learn about the dark side and the sith and yet she keeps herself on a reaching point from the jedi order. Still she has a point of view that is useful and welcome. She has teached her everything useful that she could learnt.
Talos. Oh Talos. A men of science and interest. Selendis has swear to protect the smart man just so he can see for once history being made instead of being discovered. Most of the time she has free, she will spent researching stuff with Talos and discussing history
Xalek. Selendis attack dog. A simple desire of the young Kaleesh allowed Selendis to craft a magnificent Student. Xalek belived that she was a god. And so Selendis tasked Xalek to forget about being a kaleesh god, and instead become a sith god. Strength, power, and victory.
Lana Beniko. From the first time Selendis met Lana she was intrigue. A sith that kept her rage and hate deep withing her, so she could serve the empire better. Selendis wasted no time in seducing the sith and keeping her under her control. But soon Selendis lost control and ended up loving her. Lana became her source of power. She would burn the galaxy for her. She also fancid her cute ass and the way she lost control.
Senya Tirall. Selendis doesnt do well with betrayal. And so after defeating Arcann, she was left quite angry when Senya saved him. So, after the war with Zakuul, Selendis threw Senya into a prison and slowly made her crumble. Telling her that both Arcann and Vaylin were death, Offering herself as the only ally, and then leaving her alone. Selendis broke Senya and put her back together in a way that she would enjoy. Despite being more of a pet than a lover, Selendis does love her in her wn special way, and wont let her be hurt.
REPUBLIC OCS
Cassandra (Cassie) Jedi Knight <3 kIRA She tiny! She is 165, amber eyes,C cups she likes to hide on a sport bra and to fight, she has a few scars over her back and shoulder (horny origin) She specialies on Djem So but likes using two lightsbaers instead of one Lesbian Total Bottom girl. Tsundere (will be all agressive but you pet her once and she will melt on your arms)
T7-01 The crimemaster, Teseven will always be there to push Cassie towards any female individual just so Cassie can stop winning about not having a girlfriend. Each time it works, but Cassie ends up lossing the contact or getting pulled out from plannet by the council
Kira. Or like Cassie likes to call her, babe! Cassie was sweap of her feat by how chaotic her padawan was an how incredible persistent she was on taking baths together, giving eachother massages and just being close. Cassie lasted 2.6 seconds the first time she gave her a kiss and fron that day on, she is either fighting or on her girlfriend’s arms. Kira likes to tease Cassie and on nights she makes sure to give her all of her love
Doc. The best partner. Doc is always there for Cassie, wherever she is doing good or bad. Or doing ilegal or legal stuff. He knows Cassie will jump towards danger and he will be there to help her make the galaxy a better place Rusk. There are few things that Rusk hates more than the empire and one of them is how Cassie jumps on top of his back because she is to tiny to get food by herself. Even then, he will die for his little sister becuase he knows she will defeat the empire some day
Scourge. The big old sith might have forgotten what means love, pain or feelings, but he respects Cassie. He knows that despite her size the little jedi is more than capable of busting whatever walls appear on her way, even if it means tapping on the dark side. 
Bella Jedi consular <3 NADIA
She is a curvy girl. D cps on a tallish girl, 178, with a dump track ass. She is thick and she is SHY about it. She likes baggy clothes so her body doesnt show too much. She feels that healing people with her skills is the best call for her but she also agrees that sometimes throwin a massive bould to minnies is good
Qyzen.  Qyzen and Bella are good frends. Mostly, because Qyzen will gladly shoot anyone who calls Bella on her fat ass, and Bella will drop a boulder on anyone who calls him green skin or lizard. The two of them are the type of people who fixate on stuff and they enjoy their hobbies
Tharan. To be honest. Bella didnt think it thorugh when she got Tharan to come with. She was doing it mosly out of pity and because she needed some help. But mostly she just liked Holiday and would be more interested on keeping her rather than him. 
Zenith. Oh dear Zenith. Bella enjoys Zenith attiude. There is little more than that. She isnt as extremist as he is, but she knows that he will do everything on his power to defeat the empire and protect the inocent
Iresso. Oh Ireso is fun. Bella likes to bully him in little wyas. Sometimes she will just pick something ilegal to do to get on his nerves. Thats alls. Well he is all good and good for fights but Bella likes how correct he is and that she can make him mad
Nadia: Her love. Her mistress. Her everything. Everyone has thirsted for her body, and so Bella usually isnt ready to believe most words of love and affection, but Nadia persisted for months, being almost addicted to her body. And so one day Bella let her padawan into her bedroom and cried over her love. Nadia is the type of girl who will devote her heart and soul to her love. She CANT keep her hands off Bella’s body tho, which makes it hard for her to keep clean underwear around
NEW OCS FROM THE NOT PC OCS GAME. 
PRESENTING. THE ARTIST
Sarah Novadust
The lead singer and dancer of the Imperial Idol group “Royal Novas” 
A tallish girl (175cm) a bit petite looking but upclose you notice she has a good pair of thighs and some nice ass. She has GOLDEN hair. Not blonde. Golden. She keeps it on a long ponytail that reaches all the way back to her ass. She is a human girl of 22 years old with Purple eyes due to some alien grandparents
She leads the Royal Nova an Idol Group originated on the Empire. The group is formed by her, 3 back up singers, 5 back up dancers, 2 guitars, piano, drums, violin, and 1 trumpet. The 15 girls are all REAL close to Sarah.. More on that later
Sarah was born on Sarapin. She worked on being an artist since she was young, but when she was around 15 she was blacklisted from most musical firms on the republic over a incident with a manager that wanted to taste her body. Sarah left to spent some times with friends back on Balmorra when the empire attacked. FOr a couple of years she layed low working on some cantinas singing to earn a living. It was there when some sith lady saw her and brought her to Kaas City. Sarah would keep singing for more and more excentic public until she had the favour of enough people that she could stay safe and solo. Then after saving up for some time, she went and convinved a few sith lords and sith officers to put some credits on for a full on idol group. She invited friends and scouted for talent all over the galaxy
As an artist, Sarah likes mixing her young excitement with imperial overconfidense. She knows that playing it safe wont work and so she makes every song and perfomance into a way to improve herself more and more. With a big group of girls to help her she has managed to perform or even Dark council members and Senators from the republic. 
As a young woman, Sarah attracts a lot of people. She isnt the most strong willed person, nor she is particulary aggresive. That is excaclty the reason why each and every member of the Royal Novas is madly in love with her. Each girl looks over their leader as a little kitten to be protected. Of course, Sarah doesnt mind the attention and as long everyone plays nice, she will open her heart to the entire group. With 22 years old, a massive fallowing, more credits that she can count and a polyamourous relationship with 14 girls, Sarah's life is just the best
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leerongrong · 5 years ago
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Your Baby?
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Pairing: Nct Dream x Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Summary: You and Mark have been best friends ever since childhood, staying by each others’ side even after he became a Worldwide Idol. When he finally introduces you to his members, who think you’re older than you actually are, what a mistake.
A/N: my first fic lmao i’m soo nervouss, also shout out to my girl @neoculturalshit​ for handling my shit while writing this
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Shoe sole squeaking fills the air with the constant jagged breaths and stuffy humidity coming from the room, intensified with multiple voices mixing in with groans. Mark’s rambles are like mumbling in your ear, replaced with constant buzzing like bees and an unfamiliar feeling resting in your belly. Your bag is on your left shoulder, clutched between stiff fingers as you try to keep up with his fast footsteps.
His twelve a.m to twelve p.m schedule and your eight a.m to eleven p.m schedule proved hard enough keep up with. In between his dance practices, studio recording and your everyday micro engineering studies, there was only little time to catch the other without one having to run off in between hangouts. And even then, Mark always had the dreamies call on him about some unforeseen circumstances that’ll make him leave you all alone.
He’s been apologizing ever since the last time he left you, albeit in a super creepy rooftop at midnight, and wouldn’t stop until you brought on the idea of introducing the dreamies as an apology and here you are now, in SM entertainment heading straight to the practice room where you’ll meet them for the first time. And on the contrary, you feel more scared than excited.
“And there’s Chenle. He’s like realllyyy loud but like really funny and he has this dolphin laugh that’ll make you- Are you even listening right now?”
“Mark, i’m scared.” Saying it out loud makes you feel like a baby, some helpless child afraid of going to their first day of kindergarten, afraid they won’t have any friends or anyone to talk to. You’re embarrassed for feeling this way but right now you have Mark and he knows you. The best out of everyone in your whole life, “what if they don’t like me?”
“They’ll love you,” he chuckles, “If anything, you’ll be the one begging Chenle to shut up.”
Your entire walk there had remained quiet, an occasional quip here and there from Mark whenever he sees you still so stiff. He had done a good job at getting rid of your initial fear, the feeling reducing until all that’s left is jitters and a bit of shyness. Despite your previous fear of them, you still wanted to meet them and become friends, it doesn’t matter if one of them doesn’t like you, you’d at least add one more person to your mark’s-friends-that-became-yours-too list.
“You stay here, aight? I’m gonna gather them first.” He nods to your direction before opening the door and going inside. You hear him greet multiple people, the noise inside exploding with screams and laughter. The nerves come at full force and suddenly your feet feel like jelly and the constant reassurance from mark has lost its grip on you.
The weather outside has calmed down significantly. The storm has reduced itself to raindrops pelting down the window, the constant patter doing nothing to calm you down. Your heart is beating erratically inside your chest and you have to thank Mark for his timing because you feel you’d have burst if he hadn’t come out faster.
All eyes are on you the moment you step in.
Multiple lights shine down the wide room, creating an illusion that it’s bigger than it already is. Gray walls surrounding the space loom high and act as pillars to hold up the entire architecture. your eyes move to the corner where there are an abundant of water bottles looking as if they were thrown messily along with multiple bags, one you recognize as Mark’s.
You’re broken out of your trance when mark leaves your side and crosses the room to the corner, effectively grabbing his bag and water bottle from where they lay. You see him exchanging a few words with the choreographer before he makes a beeline for the door just behind you.
“Where are you going?” You snatch his bicep in a tight grip, frowning when you see him slowly chuckle.
“I have a recording session with the hyungs,” he mumbles, “But i’ll be back in 3 hours?”
Mark flinches when your grip tightens, said boy visibly shrinking under your gaze. “mark lee, i swear-”
“They’re really nice! i promise!”
“I don’t care if they’re nice or whatever. You’re not leaving me-”
“Noona, watch us dance!” The voice breaks you and Aark from your whispering match. You turn your head, only to have Mark break away from your grip and run out of the room at full speed leaving you to stare at his retreating form with a face full of disbelieve. “Don’t worry about hyung, he’ll be back soon!”
The dreamies all surround you, each one introducing themselves in their own unique way. Your heart’s still beating erratically as you try to learn and differentiate their names and personalities, making a mental note in your brain; Jeno’s the shy one with an adorable eye smile, Donghyuck or Daechan is the tan one with a knack for jokes, Renjun’s a little shorter than the others with the sharp mouth, Jaemin’s the one with weird blue hair, Jisung’s the youngest but the tallest, and Chenle’s the one who called you noona.
The jitters and nerves melted away completely in the first hour, the boys doing a good job in including you with them. They told you funny stories about Mark, about when they first debuted, they even went into a detailed explanation about how they knew your name from Mark and how they’ve asked him multiple times to introduce you to them. They insisted you didn’t need to reintroduce yourself because they pretty much already know everything there is, courtesy of Mark. Well almost everything.
Jeno, Jaemin, and Hyuck had decided early on to call you by your first name, the three agreeing that you’re roughly around their age. While on the other hand, Renjun, Jisung, and Chenle had decided to call you noona. You don’t consider yourself to look mature for your age and you certainly didn’t think any of them would be calling you noona, when in reality you’re younger than Jisung.
‘Do i really look that old?’ The annoyance is simmering in you at the thought, little bits of it breaking to the surface when you pout and cross your arms while you watch the boys goof around after finishing their routine. The thought of them thinking you were older leaves an unpleasant feeling in your mouth.
“Time for revenge.”
The multiple shoe screeching in the room had lessened a significant amount, the boys having done their practice and are currently playing a few rounds of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’ll be buying food. You watch from across the room as Renjun walks to the corner to pick up his water. “Renjun-ah! Can i have some water too?”
You giggle to yourself when he crosses the room to give you some from his bottle, the boy completely oblivious to your sneaky intentions. “Thank you, Renjun-ah.”
“Noona!” Chenle’s shrill voice is something you’ve gotten used to both before and after officially meeting him. Mark’s always let you listen to snippets of their unreleased songs and you’ve been able to recognize their voices for years to help with giving your inputs and comments. “Can we go to the store?”
“Why’d you need to ask me?” You cut yourself off before opting to rearrange your choice of words. “I mean, you can go if you want? I’ll stay here to wait for Mark.”
“We didn’t want to leave you alone!” he smiles, “but it’s okay, Jeno hyung and Jaemin hyung are gonna go for us!”
You watch as Jaemin and Jeno gather up their shoes and put on masks, the two chatting around with the other members for a bit and your heart clenches when you see Jaemin squishing Donghyuck’s cheeks, the latter shooing Jaemin’s hands away before pushing them out the door. “Adorable.”
Donghyuck’s gaze is on yours the second the words drop from your mouth and he sticks his tongue at you when he sees you looking at him, a teasing gesture the two of you have adapted. You’ve been acquainted with Donghyuck for the last two months, the two of you starting out awkward before one day, he had stuck out his tongue at you and now you’re always sticking tongues out at the other for no apparent reason, something Doyoung doesn’t approve of.
“Donghyuck oppa, lemme pinch your cheeks.”
Your response is a perfectly trimmed eyebrow raise, “Oppa? We’re like the same age tho?”
“Chenle-yah, let noona pinch your cheeks!” You ignore Donghyuck’s statement in hopes of not blowing your cover, smiling brightly when Chenle comes over and plops himself right in front of you. His cheeks are like mochi in your hands, the skin all dewy, soft to the touch that you have to remind yourself to stop squishing before you become addicted. “Gosh, Chenle, you’re too cute. Like a baby!”
Jeno and Jaemin get back just in time, multiple managers and choreographers burst into the room just moments after them, stopping by to check on their progress. Long hours have ticked away while the sun sets, casting its golden rays and warm hue through the window and into the room. the air is filled with low chatters and you’re in a conversation with Jeno when the door opens again.
“Hey everyone-” 
You recognize the voice to be Johnny’s but his next words are muffled from multiple footsteps coming into the room at once, some faster and bolder while others are quiet and dainty. You’re listening as they increase from slow steps into full out sprints and you don’t react quick enough and you shriek when you feel someone heavy crash onto your back, making you face plant to the hard floor, them tumbling down with you
“Mark, really?” Doyoung nags before turning towards you, “Hello, little bugs.”
“Noona, look. Mark hyung’s back.” The minute those words fall from Jisung’s lips, the person on your back, who you realize to be Mark, looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. The air turning awkward for moments until two laughs explode from somewhere behind you and he joins in.
“Noona?” Johnny laughs, “Jisung, she’s younger than you by months!”
Both Chenle and Jisung launch onto their feet, crowding beside you and Mark. You try to push Mark off of you while looking at the two boys and how their mouths are moving so fast you don’t understand what they’re saying, while the expressions on their faces make you laugh along with Johnny and Doyoung.
“Yah! I’ve been your Oppa the whole time?!”
“Call me Oppa!”
“Jisung you’re a few months older than I am! And you’re a babie.”
“Well you’re a babie too!”
“This is disrespectful!”
The room bursts into chaos as each of them try to convince you to call them Oppa, Hyuck and Chenle protesting the most out of the six. The laughs and giggles echo throughout as Doyoung and Johnny shake their heads and watch from afar, smiling fondly at the way you’re slowly blending in with the dreamies. Mark’s hand is on yours for a while, the emotions in his eyes too misty for you to read until he grins. “Told you they’d love you.”
Your laugh is airy and full of emotion, “Yeah and its all thanks to you.”
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elmaxlys · 3 years ago
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Ot3 asks since u forgot ur sketchbook xD for yamarikaoka /juoyamarika/yamajuoka (how many names they have?) 🥰
My them!! 💕
1. Who sleeps/sits in the middle? Do they switch?
When they do sleep together, Rika in the middle.
2. What does the bed situation look like?
They have separate beds and rooms, because they all have wildly different hours and habits. They do sometimes sneak in each other's beds, tho
3. Who fights more about stupid things and who ends up having to break up their childish arguments?
Juo starts the stupid arguments 70% of the time, and depending who's involved then the other one, so either Rika or Kohei, breaks it. The remaining 30% are nerd discourses and controverses. Juo watches Kohei and Rika fight with popcorn and fuels the fire by asking questions. Agent of chaos.
4. Which two got together first? Or did they all start dating each other at once?
Juo and Rika first, then Rika and Kohei and finally, when Juo and Kohei can stand in the same room without wanting to kill the other, Yamajuoka ❤️
5. Who do people usually think is the third wheel?
Kohei
6. Who is the best cook? Who’s the worst cook? And who is the middle ground?
Best cook: Rika. Worst cook: Kohei and Juo start off the same level. When Rika teaches them, eventually Juo becomes better at cooking but Kohei better at baking.
7. Who has been banned from choosing the movie because they have notoriously bad taste?
Juo. The nerds choose the movies and that's final. (he's not even that fond of movies but they will make him marathon with them)
8. Who’s the biggest drama queen?
Juo, but Juo will say it's Kohei.
9. Who’s the most responsible?
Rika
10. Who cannot be trusted at home alone?
Juo
11. Who has to drag their partner(s) out to be social?
None of them is really social, in different ways. They respect that but Rika will drag Juo to family dinners if it kills him
12. Who has to kill the spiders? And who refuses to even get near them?
Juo and Rika kill the spider, Kohei steers clear.
13. Who cries the most?
Controversial but Rika
14. Who ends up clinging to one or both of their partners in their sleep?
Juo and Rika
15. Who’s the shortest?
Rika u_u
16. Who’s the tallest?
Depends on my mood. Canonically Kohei is only a few cms taller than Rika (who's 172cm, Kohei is 175cm) and we don't have an height for Juo. I like to make Juo taller but I also like to make Kohei taller than he actually is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
17. Who is the responsible adult at the grocery store?
Rika, definitely
18. Who acts like a child every time they go shopping?
Kohei if they come across a gaming store
19. Who is forced to drive while the other two make out on the back seat on road trips.
Kohei. I'm sorry
20. Who is banished to the back seat while the other two talk in the front on road trips
Juo. I'm not sorry, he doesn't understand half of what they're talking about anyway
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cunaeparker · 5 years ago
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sunset | peter parker x reader
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Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Summary: Things are better at sunset.
Word Count: Short
Warnings: Implied sex 
Mini Playlist: Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg // Why We Ever by Hayley Williams // She’s the Prettiest Girl at the Party and she can Prove it With a Solid Right Hook by frnkiero and the cellabration 
this is short asf and did i enter my own writing contest bc i was bored ? yes i did. i used prompt 13: “that’s inappropriate” and i hope yall like this even tho its cheesyyyy its more like a blurb than anything else bc i have VERY BAD WRITERS BLOCK and writing dialogue is NOT my thing. fr i need help dialogue is really fucking hard for me it takes double the time to write it on god 😡
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The small window of time that followed mid-afternoon and came before dusk was a time that Peter Parker cherished.
He found it comfortable and warm and relished in the way the late-afternoon glow of the sun would heat up his freckled cheeks, tinting them to a darker rose. He would look up into the sky and close his eyes, feeling the way the cool breeze would grace across his face like a lover's tender kiss, lips twitching up into a small, contented smile - feeling nothing other than pure adoration for his city.
That certain affinity is why he found himself sitting on top of the tallest apartment building complex in Queens alongside his fiancé, holding a classic Delmar's sub in his right hand and a ring on the other, wearing a smile large enough to put the tallest tower in the world to shame.
"God, Pete, that never gets old," she laughed breathlessly, leaning on his broad shoulder and shaking her head slightly in disbelief. "I can't believe you do this every day."
"I can't believe you don't like doing this everyday," Peter said, narrowing his eyes playfully and nudging her side. "It's fun!"
She scoffed.
"'Fun' my ass," she said, glancing at him through the corner of her gleaming eyes and taking a bite of her sub (that was now cold thanks to the rapid wind they had endured). "Not going to lie, I have come close to shitting myself more times than I would like to admit."
"And that's my problem?"
"Okay, first of all, shut up," she snorted, punching his side, "You have an enhanced body for fuck's sake. You have abs. I don't. And second of all -" she flicked her forefinger against his forehead as he pouted, "Your ass isn't as fucked up as mine considering the amount of times we've done anal."
"Y/N!" Peter's face turned a bright red. "Not the time! That's inappropriate!"
"It's true though," she raised an eyebrow, "You're a weird man, Parker. But it's okay. Your abs are positively lickable."
She leaned back and sighed, closing her eyes as her lips turned up into a smirk (admittedly thinking about their intimate time and getting crazy butterflies). She gestured to his toned stomach that was hidden by his tight suit and moaned.
"I thought you wanted to come here to watch the sunset and eat dinner, not talk about sex," Peter mumbled through a mouthful of sandwich as he looked up at her through his eyelashes, "I'm losing my appetite."
"Oh honey, this isn't dinner. What we're in for when we get home is dinner."
Peter frowned, "I thought the whole reason we got subs was because he have no food at home."
Y/N's mouth fell open and she looked at him incredulously for a moment, before her lips turned up into an amused smile and a small chuckle fell from them.
"You're cute." She tilted her head to the side and smiled sweetly, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek. "You've been like this for ages."
"Been like what?" His lips turned down into an even deeper frown.
Y/N offered him a closed-mouth smile and leaned her head on his shoulder, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck as she intertwined their hands.
"You've been nothing bad," she shrugged, "Just really oblivious."
Peter scoffed. "You just can't come for my brand like that, babe!"
Y/N remained silent though he felt her lips move against the fabric of his suit, trying to refrain from laughing.
"You're probably the most observant person on the planet, so that's not really fair coming from you, Y/L/N."
"Nothing in life is fair," she replied, bringing up their hands and swinging them back and forth, regarding how well they fit together. A small smile painted her lips. "Not everything is fair."
"I feel like out of everyone you know I'm the one who knows that the best."
Y/N bit her lip and turned to look up at him.
She knew what he had been through and hated how unfairly life had treated him. He had lost everyone important in his life and she hated having to see him grieve so deeply, because more often than not, he would put on a mask and smile just for her - though she knew underneath it all he was struggling.
And as Y/N's thoughts went off on a spiral Peter suddenly felt her heart rate spike.
"Are you okay?" He frowned, smile fading as he brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a small kiss to the pad of her thumb, "Your heart rate just went crazy."
Y/N scoffed and waved her hands in the air, "I'm fine, Pete. I really am."
She offered him a weak smile and pecked his cheek, patting his shoulder in reassurance.
But, as the wind blew through her unruly curls, she had something lingering on her mind. Peter could sense it and opened his mouth to ask, but he contemplated for a moment and decided not to. Though he had known Y/N for years, she was still as silent and observant and as closed-off as she was when they first met. And now that they were 21, a good five years later and engaged, she still didn't tell him everything.
But , after all - Peter was content with that. It was just how she was and he wouldn't change it for the world.
"Okay," he said reluctantly, frown still etched on his face as he leaned over to press his lips to her temple. "Just... don't hide what you're thinking from me. I love you and won't judge anything you think or say. You know that. Okay?"
Y/N's lips turned upwards into a soft smile, eyes glittering with something he couldn't quite place.
"Okay," she whispered. "Okay."
She leaned forward slowly, eyes darting back and forth between Peter's lips as she licked her own, bringing up a hand to gently hold onto the back of his neck and twirl her fingers around the unruly brown ringlets of curl that hung just below the nape of his neck.
Her heart picked up again and Peter couldn't help but to smile contentedly. After all these years, she still got as flustered with him as he was with her.
"I love you, Peter," Y/N said quietly, the words barely gracing her soft lips.
An airplane sounded off in the distance but still didn't cover the beating of her heart.
"I love you too, Y/N." Peter smiled softly and closed his eyes, leaning forward to touch their foreheads together as his hand snaked around to gently grip her hip. "I love you so, so much."
"I know," she mumbled, closing her eyes too, before surging forward to connect their lips in a kiss that made all of their heated love-making sessions pale in comparison.
And all Peter could think as she moved her lips lazily against his was how much he loved moments like these.
When the sun was barely scraping the top of the horizon with tones of pink and yellow. When his love was sitting in his arms, coy smile and unruly curls and all. When his tongue moved perfectly against hers, against the one he had become so accustomed to over the years.
Peter's life felt complete.
Content.
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taggin’ some mutuals :)
@quackeroos​ @chaoticpete​ @eridanuswave​ @parkersbliss​ @angelic-holland​ @lowkey-holland​ @andromedaaaaaaaaa​ @lost-space-ranger​
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actualbird · 3 years ago
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Marius .. in the tub djudjehe please I dying imagining it 😭 why must he suffers so much omg especially he's the tallest so I can just see how painful and tiring it would be for him to even try laying down there
(bonus point if the tub is also too small for him and his feet gonna dangle at the end of it- PLS THE PAIN)
Or maybe it's one of those tub + shower combo and one of them wanting to prank him thus turning the shower to wake him up- I'm sorry Marius you're too fun to be bullied 😂
( what size the bed even anyway?? 3 people queen size already cramped enough and you want to fit 5.. just - good luck with that human Tetris)
I JUST LIKE BEING MEAN TO HIM, HAHA!!!! i wont spoil the rest of the hc, but i promise, no marius von hagens are truly harmed in this hc post UwU
you, however, are cruel FKJGFJD!!! NOOOOO THAT WOULD BE SUCH A COLD WAKE UP CALL.....HILARIOUS THO......but the side effect would be that after, i will have a Wet Marius von Hagen On My Hands and then this hc post will swerve from the funny comedy i want it to be to something a little bit more spicy 👀
im thinking a queen, yeah!!! only 2 people on it comfortably, is what i want, and then i just lob the remaining three somewhere across the room KJBDFJGD but theyll all have their romantic chance hehe :3c
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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 4 years ago
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ooh yes would love to meet the parents !!
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Alright so two people so far wanna meet them.
Just be aware that they'll be 100% OCs because the canon doesn't say a single thing about them and I don't want them to be cardboard cutouts.
I don't even know what i should name them, i have their personalities figured out and appearance. Might make them remain nameless for a while.
I can see Zofia's mom knowing Porco, Pieck, Colt and Reiner the closest.
Udo's would trust Colt, Reiner, Zeke.
Tbh i think the whole neighbourhood knows Colt and likes him ngl. Reiner is a close second and Zeke bc he's a funny children's doctor.
I think Zofia's and Udo's moms are lowkey close friends actually, they have wine Thursdays and enroll their children in the same music classes. Tho they both are very different and have kinda opposite personalities, but get along really well.
Oh Udo's mom is def the tallest and Zofia got her purple eyes from her mom.
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